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We rested and cuddled, my arms filled with glorious feminine pulchitrude. I caressed her marvelous breasts and occasionally ran my fingers through her curly pubes. We talked a little and the conversation got around to Monica.

“She took on the responsibility for the whole company and the family when she was only eighteen. She really is a whiz kid at business, but I worry she can’t seem to relax. You’re here, Michael, because she knew we were missing out on sex. My son-in-law kept us amused for years before he died. Margaret never married as she was happy getting what she could whenever James could spare her some time. I’m sure that all that fucking did him in earlier than it should have. He was a grand fuck, a lovely man and I miss him dearly. Strangely, the only offspring was Monica. I could have got pregnant but never did. Wierd really.”

During this, her hand was caressing my dick. Towards the end of her little reminiscences, it started to thicken. Marjorie broke free of my embrace and clambered down to kneel between my legs. She grabbed my cock and lowered her mouth to it. Sucking, licking, twirling, caressing my balls, it rose to its full length. She scrambled off the bed and went to the bathroom returning with a palm full of shower gel. She rubbed it up and down my rigid penis and then knelt on the bed at my side.

“ Please fuck my arse now, Michael. I want to experience the forbidden. I want to know what the fuss is about.”

I got behind her and spread her knees with mine. Her crinkled anus winked at me in the subdued light. I ran a forefinger up my shaft gathering some of the gel and pushed it slowly into her arse as far as it would go. I pushed it in and out and then added a second finger until it gaped open. She sighed and moaned. Gently, I pressed my plum-like cock head against her starred orifice and began to push gently. Her sphincter put up some resistance but I pressed on until with a giving plop sound, the helmet was in. I pushed on for some inches, withdrew, then pushed more inches into her, repeating the action until I was fully imbedded in her hot pulsing depths. She moaned into the pillow. “Yesssss! Michael, yesssssssss! Soooo good. Now fuck me.”

Starting with a gently rhythm, I slowly built the pace, clasping her meaty hips as I sawed in and out, her rectal walls gripping in a sensual embrace. As I raised the pace, I reached under her using one hand on her clitoris and one on her huge breasts, pinching her nipples as hard as I could. Marjorie orgasmed and clenched her buttock muscles, almost severing my dick at the base.

“It’s wonderful, Michael, keep going you stud, you,” she moaned.

The sensations I was feeling were wonderful as well. I controlled myself, determined to give this old girl the experience of her life. I pulled out and flipped her over on her back, lasciviously eyeing her magnificent mammaries as the rolled and swayed over her gaziantep evi olan escort bayan chest. I hoisted her legs up over my shoulders, dipped my cock to the depths of her cunt and then positioned it to her upraised anal entrance. I drove it in and she moaned with delight. So did I. The feeling was again exquisitely erotic and added to as I groped her huge roiling breasts, while commencing the sawing in and out motion.

“Gorgeous, darling. Fuck me ‘til I faint.”

I obliged fucking in and out of her tightly clasping anal sheathe in steadily increasing rapidity until she milked my sperm in great gouts into her turgid bowels. She screeched with joy as the hot spunk flooded her insides. Her large thighs fell from my shoulders and hugged my waist, the deep tan of my torso contrasting with the creamy white of her thighs. She threw her arms around my neck and crooned into my ear. “That was marvellous, Mikey. Just the best. I bet you didn’t know what a raunchy old tart I was, did you?”

“No. Marjorie, I have to say, you are one marvellous fuck. I have to admit, you turn me on more than any of the models I’ve fucked, and I’ve fucked half of them. I can’t explain exactly why. I just know I enjoy it more with you and your daughters. Might be that cajun black magic Molly’s been slipping me.”

She continued to hug me as my cock slowly deflated and slipped from her arse. She kissed me lovingly. “Michael, you’re a lovely boy. It could be you really like older and more bountiful women. I don’t care, I’m having the time of my life.” She rolled onto her side and took me with her, pressing my head to her mountainous tits. I popped a raspberry sized nipple in and sucked hard. She sighed.

“Sleep, Michael, sleep.”

Like a baby I went out like a light, virtually smothered as I had been that morning, so long ago.

I awoke alone next morning, the sunlight streaming into Marjorie’s room. There was no sign of her. I grabbed my clothes and went to my room and showered. Dressed in shorts and t-shirt, I went down to the kitchen to see what Molly had for breakfast. Molly wasn’t there. But there was a young woman, with lustrous black hair down to her shoulders. She stood from the table and I had time to take in a stocky figure concealed by a white silk blouse with a ruffled front and a knee length skirt. Her round face burst into a brilliant smile showing wonderful teeth. Her dark eyes lit up as she looked me up and down.

“Hey, you Michael,” she said in an Italian accent. “Me Maria. I chef at Barents International at Lake Como in Switzerland. I have bambino five weeks ago. I help Molly in the kitchen.”

She turned to go to the oven, but I stopped her. “Where is Molly?” I asked.

“Oh, she go shopping wid the old ladies. Not back for hours.” She went to the oven and came back with what turned out to be beautifully gaziantep fetiş escort bayan cooked eggs benedict with a side order of beluga caviar and mocha coffee. She sat next to me and regarded me with her dark beautiful eyes.

“Do you have a husband or boyfriend, Maria?” I enquired, sipping my coffee.

“No. I get pregnant when head chef Bruno give me figgy fig one night after he trick me into having strong drink. He married and his wife a big nasty woman. Monica sent me to hotel in Paris for five months then brought me here to have baby. I go back to Paris in two weeks with Roberto, my bambino. He lovely. He look like my father, not ugly old Bruno.”

She looked at me solemnly. “You very handsome man. I would like you to be father of my child.”

I noticed that the bulge in her silk blouse in front of left breast had become opaque with moisture showing a large dark shadow. She was leaking breast milk. My dick stiffened. “You’re leaking, Maria,” I said, licking my lips and staring as more of her large, dark areolae was revealed.

She stood in front of me and being quite short, her breasts were the same height as my head. “Roberto not take enough milk. You help, yes?” She undid the buttons down the front of her blouse, revealing vast expanses of olive skinned breast. She flipped the left one out. The almost black areolae was at least 4 inches across and in the centre was an angry looking nipple, the size of strawberry, with a large tear drop of milky white fluid.

I gathered as much breast as I could in my hands and fastened my mouth to her teat and began to suck. Her head arched back and she moaned as a squirt of mother milk bathed my tongue. I swallowed and continued to suck, being rewarded with a flood that I gulped down hungrily. It was delicious. I slid a hand into the other side of her blouse and groped her massive right breast. Rubbing my thumb across the nipple, I felt moisture and rolled it round and round. Eventually, the left breast stopped spurting and I moved to the right. I slid a hand up between her thighs and found a sopping wet pair of panties. She spread her legs as I slipped a finger inside straight up a gaping slimy cunt. She moaned and clutched my head to her breast as I worked my finger in and out of her cunny, her breast milk bathing my tongue in pulses.

Maria pulled my head off her breast and bent down to plant a passionate kiss on my milk smeared lips, thrusting her tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. Her sexy lips were a major turn on. I rose and laid her on the table, scattering the dishes, still kissing her. I stood up and inched her tight skirt up to her hips. She had on black panties that were saturated. I pulled them down her stocky thighs and threw them over my shoulder. I pushed her knees up so that her feet were flat on the table. I gently pushed her thighs bayan gaziantep escort apart and gloried in the sight revealed.

Her cunt was covered with abundant hair that trailed on up toward her belly button. It was without doubt, the hairiest I had ever seen. Pushing through the forest was a pair of fat lips that were bedewed by cuntal juice. I fell to my knees to worship at the bounty. I licked up and down then sucked the hood at the top. A mini penis bulged out and I sucked it as hard as I had sucked her nipples. My hands were busy. First opening the rest of her blouse buttons and pushing it off her shoulders, then reaching down to push my shorts off my hips. Her hands came up and ripped my tshirt off over my head. I went back to licking and sucking her cunt, groping and mauling her magnificent breasts. I couldn’t wait any longer. Maria was panting like a dog on heat and I knew what she wanted.

I stood and placed my cockhead at her portal. She looked up at me with lust crazed eyes. “Figgy fig, now, figgy fig.” I skewered her long and deep, leaving it there pushing against a ripe cervix bathed in liquid heat. My turn to groan – it was bliss. A juicy but tight cunt gripping my dick and pulsing along its length. I opened my eyes and surveyed the lush form in front of me. Two huge breasts pointed up to the ceiling both big black nipples graced with beads of mothers milk. Her smooth olive tummy was marred by stretch marks that I didn’t find offensive – rather sexy in fact. I gripped the top of her stocky thighs and started fucking her.

At almost the first stroke, she came, violently, clutching her tits and causing them to spurt milk high into the air to fall on my shoulders. I kept pounding into her, and she kept cumming and spurting, spurting and cumming, rolling her head from side to side and giving out whimpers. Every time she came, her pussy clenched onto my dick and pulsed strongly causing a rippling effect that had me on the verge of cumming several times. I held back, intent on the spectacle of a female Mount Vesuvious in front of me. It was a sight to behold.

“Give me baby, Michael, give meeeeeeeee!” she screamed, wrapping her strong legs about my arse, her cunt clasping me tightly like a bitch on heat. I couldn’t hold back. I spurted baby making seed far up her womb. She came strongly as she felt the boiling hot spunk lodge against her receptive cervix. She hgged me close, kissing me, her orgasmic spasms continuing but lessening as my baby maker slowly deflated.

“You wonderful, Michael. You best figgy fig I ever had,” she murmured against my neck. “I hope you give me beautiful bambino, a girl with your eyes would be primo.”

She was primo and I sincerely hoped I’d get a chance to throw another fuck her way. I got up and she straightened up pulling her blouse together and hopping off the table. “I go and change. There is letter from Monica on sideboard for you. Thank you again, Michael. You good. Me great!”

She sashayed out the door as I pulled a letter out of an envelope. It was from Monica, the first part telling me that a door off my bedroom contained an office with all the latest computing gear and would I mind being there at 10am so that she could talk to me. It was about five to ten. I bolted for the stairs. For some reason, I didn’t want to upset her.

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I’m amazed how many guys want sex with women past menopause. I had my granddaughter, Linda over recently and she brought her boyfriend Brad with her. He was a nice young black guy, quite in nature and stocky in body. The second we were alone he asked if I was available. This was a direct proposal for sex. He knew I’m married and my husband enabled.

I’m no stranger to a come on and I’ve played outside my marriage secretly throughout the years. But still I reacted morally shocked and offended. He saw through it and assured me his intentions were completely discrete and nothing serious. He just wants to dump his initial load before Fucking my granddaughter.

He was polite and sincere about his reasons. And I knew what he was talking about. There is an old southern Mammy’s tale about sexing wife before mistress to prevent pregnancy out of wedlock. Evidently each new day the first load a man deposits is the most potent. This correlates with medical opinion about breeding is best after every twenty-four hours.

I told him the risk is to high, gaziantep escort bayan ilanları It’s a matter of family. He said that’s why I need do it. His sperm count is high and Linda wants to screw bareback. She won’t take no for an answer. She’s in love but he has no intention to marry. For my granddaughter’s sake, I agreed. Plus I’m an old slut. And this jackass was my type of guy.

The plan was he’d drop off Linda at work and come back here, as I cannot be away from my husband for long. He’s bedridden with a back injury and needs me. But before he left I sucked him for a few minutes but didn’t get him off. I’ll do that when he returns. It was just a prerequaet of what to expect.

His cock is enormous. I barely got the purple head in my mouth and it wasn’t fully swollen or erected. I’m excited and a little apprehensive, and can hardly wait his return. Truth is I’ve had more propositions now I’m older then when I was young. And beyond my sexual allure the primary gaziantep eskort bayan reason being my inability to get pregnant. At least that’s what my lovers tell me.

A little more than hour past when he returned. My husband’s medication put him to sleep and sure to keep him that way for a few hours. But to stay on the safe side I set up the brass bed in the basement. And it was a perfect place for my fornication, quiet and secured.

We were out of our closes in flash like a couple of old pros, except for my bikini panties. I always leave them for my lover to remove. It’s my personnel spice of attraction for appealing to the male animal lust. We moved to the king size bed and I picked up where I left off, sucking his massive cock and balls. It wasn’t long before I got a full rise out of him. It took work to get a little more than half his shaft down my throat, but once I did he released a stream of pre-cum into my belly. That was cue for fucking time.

I got on my back and gaziantep bayan escort he went between my legs kissing my panty crouch, pulling them to one side to lick me out. This made me crazy and now my world was all him. He removed my panties and filled me completely with his foot-long Cock that was no less than four inches thick. He stuffed my panties into my big mouth to quite my screaming and moaning. I cried to the pain and goodness he was giving. He fucked me relentlessly and with no mercy.

Brad isn’t my first black guy. But the Magic about black cock for me is that it always feels like the first time at the start. But once my body contorts to fit then it’s all goodness and undeniable submission. He fuck me every way possible for several hours, taking every hole on my body to its limit. And when he was done and I was completely spent, filled with his semen and drench in sweat, he said he was my now daddy and I belong to him. I agreed and assured to be always available for my big black daddy.

Before leaving Brad told me Linda is already pregnant with his black bastard baby and so is her mom, my daughter. Without surprise my reaction was complete acceptance. He was now our daddy and master, we must comply to his cock’s desire. He knew exactly what my answer would be. I’m now his complete loyal little bitch. He assured he had something bigger and better planned for me and my Sweet Magic Pussy. And he wasn’t lying… But that’s another story.

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I hope you enjoy this story. Please provide me feedback. This story includes contact between parent and an adult child that may be offensive to some. While not incest, if any contact offends you, please don’t read.

Edited by DRGRIFFIN, with my thanks!

I ask Eva to marry me

Eva and I slept late Monday morning as we were exhausted from the night’s activity. We both dressed in business attire because we were having lunch with Angela and Stanley. We checked out of our hotel and left our bags at the front desk. Our first stop was Tiffany’s. This weekend had convinced me that Eva really loved me and I wasn’t just a rebound selection from Max.

I told Eva we were going to buy Denise a gift and we were. As we walked in a female sales representative asked me, “Can I help you?”

“We want to look at engagement rings.” I dropped to one knee, took Eva’s hand, “Will you marry me?”

Eva teared up and said, “Yes. Now get off your knee and kiss me.”

I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. I whispered in her ear, “I really do love you Eva and want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

She whispered back, “I really love you Lance. You know now you aren’t just a settle for me. I really want to live with you the rest of my life.”

I said, “Yes, I am convinced. Now pick out what you want. If we can’t find it here there are plenty of other places.”

The sales representative said, “Congratulation. Can I get your names?”

I said, “I am Lance Padmore and this is Doctor Eva Baumann.”

She said, “I am Sierra. Doctor Baumann, we will find something you like even if we have to custom make it?”

Eva said, “Oh, I am sure you will have something here. I am happy to have Lance, so anything would be okay with me.”

I said to Sierra, “Show us some of your higher end rings.”

We spent a little over an hour before Eva was satisfied with a ring. I knew Eva wasn’t ostentatious and would have to be pressed into something I thought was worthy of the event. I kept having to push her to the higher end selections. She did pick out a beautiful set of rings. Unfortunately, the rings needed to be resized so she couldn’t wear the engagement ring out of the store. They promised to have it ready in two weeks and shipped to Eva’s house. We also bought a choker for Denise with two dangling gold charms one engraved with Fatty and the other with an L. They had it wrapped for us by the time we were ready to go.

As we walked to meet Angela and Stanley for lunch Eva took my arm between her breasts and said, “You have made me so happy. I can’t believe you did this. When did you decide?”

“Well truthfully, I was hooked the night you and Emma convinced me I was the one you wanted. But I have been worried that I was just a settle choice. This weekend made up my mind. I am such a lucky guy to have found first Terry and now you at just the right times in my life. I want to be your L forever. Really I just needed to be confident in myself.”

Eva smiled, “You are such a silly boy, I knew it was you from the moment Emma helped me understand what was happening to me. We have both been lucky. Me first with Max and now you.”

We met Angela and Stanley at a very nice 5th Avenue restaurant. Both were dressed in the New York top of the line business attire.

Angela said, “I am so glad you have joined us for lunch.”

Eva said, “We have some big news.”

“What is it?”

“Lance and I are now engaged. He just bought me this engagement ring from Tiffany’s.” Eva showed her a picture of it from her phone.

Angela said as she got up to hug Eva, “I am so happy for you and Lance. But really I’m not surprised.”

Eva asked, “Why is that?”

Angela said, “To start with you two are clearly more than friends. Lance had talked about you for many years. Then when I saw you together it was like two matching pearls. You just went together. Lastly, at the party was the last piece of the puzzle. Eva, you need a Dom and Lance fills that role quite admirably.”

Lance said, “You have it all right. I love Eva very much and probably have for a long time. Neither of us can replace our first loves but we have made new loves. I do believe Eva loves me for who I am.”

Angela asked, “Any ideas on the wedding date?”

Eva said, “We really haven’t discussed it much but I really can’t see much reason to wait long. Do you Lance?”

“Not really. We will let you know as you as soon as we decide.”

Stanley finally said, “I think you are both lucky. You are made for each other.”

Angela said to me, “Have you made a decision on my offer?”

“I have. Let’s work together. Send me the paperwork and I will have my lawyer look it over.”

Angela said, “That is great news. You sure took your time about it.”

I smiled and said, “I was just trying to make it hard.”

Angela smiled, placed her hand on my groan, winked at Eva, “Oh, I know I can make it hard, big boy.” We all laughed.

“Do you have a first project in mind?” I asked.

“Yes, there is gaziantep escort bayan tanıtımları a building in Greenwich Village that we are bidding on that is owned by the same people who owned the building you did so many years ago. If I tell them you will be the lead, the work is ours.”

“Is Andy still the person to contact?” I asked.

“Yes,” Angela answered.

“I will call him and commit to doing the work for you. He and I had a good relationship.”

Angela said, “Sweetie, that would be great. Let me get some bubbly and let’s toast to long term relationships.” Angela raised her hand for the waiter who was there in seconds and the champagne showed up in minutes.

“Here’s to the happy couple,” Angela said.

We drank. I raised my glass and said, “Here is to a successful partnership.”

Angela said, “Here, here. We were always meant to be business partners.”

We ordered lunch. Stanley said, “Doctor Baumann, I have been considering your Investment Fund. I realize you limit your investors but would you consider taking on part of our portfolio? I am not satisfied with the hedge funds we are in now. I have read that you don’t want to run a large fund.”

Eva said, “Stanley, please call me Eva. Actually, I would consider it. I must be careful with the amount of money I am running because my algorithms might break down if the trades get too large. But I think I have room. I am sure you have a financial advisor. Have him call me and we will see what we can work out. After all, if Lance and Angela are working together then why not us. Gives me another reason to come to New York.”

Angela said, “You will be invited to our home anytime you are in New York but I have a feeling Annie and Edgar have already made that invitation.”

I said, “Yes they did but thanks anyway. We will try to arrange it so that we are in town for some of your parties. That was some kind of exciting last night.”

Stanley said, “They are usually on Saturday not Sunday. We just had so much going on, we couldn’t find another time. I was surprised with the showing last night. It was only down a little. We don’t always have them at our condo as next month will be somewhere else but you will get an invite. It will be in the Hampton’s, at a very unique house. You need to come just to see this place.”

I said, “We will see.”

We were almost finished when Stanley said, “Your flight is at five. Correct?”

I said, “Yes.”

“Then I want Eva to stop by my office. We many time make gifts of dresses sent to us to consider. As you know we are a large buyer for many of the stores around here. I would like to make a gift of clothing to you from time to time. We will call the first one an engagement gift.”

Eva said, “That really isn’t necessary. I’m not a clothes horse.”

Angela said, “Nonsense, every woman wants nice things. I understand you are far from normal but please accept this gift. Stanley would be hurt if you didn’t accept his gift.”

Eva said, “Well, I can’t say no to that. Oh, that reminds me, we have a gift for Denise. Can you give it to her?”

Stanley said, “I can do better than that, follow me and we will get your measurements. I will have Denise come down. I just love Mid-Westerners. You seem to be more generous than we New Yorkers.”

Angela said good bye with a kiss on the cheek for both of us. We followed Stanley to his office. He took us into an area with several people working with models.

He said to a pretty man named Bruce, “Bruce this is Lance Padmore and Doctor Baumann. They have just gotten engaged. Can you get Doctor Baumann’s measurements? I want to give her something from our excess inventory occasionally. But today it is an engagement gift.” Stanley looked to Eva, “The wedding gift will be something so expensively over the top that I am sure you will get mad at Angela and me.”

Bruce, obviously gay, said, “I have just the thing. Remember that summer dress we purchased for several of our stores at the beginning of the summer. I think one of the samples would be perfect for Doctor Baumann. Off with those clothes. They are just too bulky to wear while I take your measurements.”

Eva didn’t move, when Bruce said, “I am sorry dearie, we are so used to naked people around here I didn’t think. There is a screen over there, we can do it there for some privacy.”

Eva said after looking at me, “No worries. Here is fine.” As she said this she started removing her top. Just as she got to her panties and bra, Bruce said, “You can leave those on. Very pretty undies. Mister Padmore, you are one lucky man. This is a one gorgeous female.”

I said, “Thank you Bruce. You are right. Doctor Baumann is not only brilliant but also beautiful. I am one very lucky man.”

No one even looked at this nearly naked woman. As Bruce started taking Eva’s measurements Denise came up wearing a robe and said, “Hi, so good to see you again but not sure what to call you here. I don’t think I should address gaziantep escort bayan telefonları you the way I did last night.”

Eva laughing said, “I think Eva and Lance will work here. So good to see you again.” Eva hugged Denise, “We wanted to tell you how much we appreciated your, ah, service last night. Here is a little gift.”

I handed her the wrapped box from Tiffany’s. Denise took it saying, “You didn’t need to do this. I like the Samford parties as much as anyone. People are jealous that I get to attend.” As she took the box her robe gapped open just enough to see she was naked at least on top under it. My manhood stirred.

Eva said, “Nonsense. Open it.”

Denise looked at Stanley and he gave her a slight nod. Denise opened it and said, “Oh my goodness that is beautiful. I love the inscriptions on the charms. I understand Fatty but what is L?”

Eva smiled and said, “Last night we were playing Principal and Student. But most of the time I call Lance my L, meaning Lord to me. It is up to you. It can be Lord or Lance.”

Denise smiled at both of us, “I will choose Lord with your permission. This is so sweet of you.” She put it on her neck, looked in one of mirrors that were everywhere, “That is so pretty. I just love it but more important, I love the people who gave it to me. I hope you will be back often. I know that Annie and Edgar have already extended the welcome mat but know that you are welcomed at my little place also.”

I said, “Thank you Denise. Stanley and Angela have invited us to the party next month. Hope to see you there.”

Denise looked at Stanley, “If I get an invite, I sure will.” Stanley again gave her a little nod.

Stanley said, “Denise, they need to catch a flight this afternoon.”

“Yes Mister Samford. Thank you so much for this. It really means a lot.” She hugged Eva and then me, making sure we both got a good feel of her naked breasts.

Bruce took measurements of every part of Eva’s body. I could see that this situation was stimulating Eva’s sexual appetite. Someone had brought the dress Bruce had suggested and placed it on the rack next to Eva’s business clothes. The dress was a light sun dress, stripped cream and yellow, spaghetti straps, and loose fitting.

Bruce said, “That bra won’t work with this dress. Let’s see what it is like without anything. Now do you want to go behind the screen?”

I said, “No I think she will try it here.”

Eva nodded, reached behind her, removed the bra and handed it to me. She was standing staring at Bruce, wanting him to say something. Bruce said, “You are one lucky man. While not my cup of tea, but you have a lovely set. I think you will need a different bra.” Eva’s tits don’t droop much for DD’s. After studying her breasts, he said, “Wait here a minute.”

He went to a store room and came back with a strapless bra with a band around the bottom of his breasts that held a half shelf bra. Her nipples were visible and standing out. Bruce placed the bra on her and helped her into the dress. It was very pretty on her and looked very comfortable. It showed just enough cleavage and just short enough to be interesting but not provocative. There was also a light linen jacket which Bruce had her wear.

Bruce said, “Beautiful and it fits perfectly. What do you think?”

Eva looked in the mirror, “It is very comfortable but I really don’t think I can accept it.”

Stanley said, “If you like it please take it.”

Eva looked at me, “I think Stanley really wants you to have it and it would really be a comfortable traveling outfit.”

Eva said, “Thank you, Stanley. I like it very much and this is very sweet of you.” Eva hugged Stanley.

Stanley beamed, “I like making beautiful women happy. Dipak is waiting to take you to the airport. You need to leave now to make sure to make your flight.”

Eva and I said our goodbyes. Dipak dropped by the hotel, picked up our bags and headed to the airport.

Eva removed the jacket, reached around me kissed me and whispered, “I am happy and hot. Want to fuck your fiancé for the first time on the way to the airport.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” She removed her panties and pulled her dress up to her waist as I slipped down my trousers and underwear. We kissed while fondling each other. She was already wet; I think from showing off at Stanley’s office or maybe she was excited from the engagement. It didn’t take long before I was hard and ready to fuck.

Eva straddled me and slipped my hard penis into her wet vagina. I pushed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders while Dipak was driving in the middle of Manhattan. The dress dropped into a puddle around our joined bodies. I then pulled the strapless bra off her breasts.

Eva smiled, “You are going to show my breasts to anyone driving by.”

I smiled, “Actually, to anyone walking by also. Wave to your admirers if anyone sees you.”

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Dipak was observing our shenanigans. gaziantep escort bayan videoları I said, “Wave to Dipak and give him a good view.” She did and gave him a little wave, then turned back and pulled my head between her breasts. We stopped at a traffic light. I looked up and saw a group waiting to cross the street were staring at this gorgeous woman fucking me. “Give them a wave.” She looked out the window and gave them the queen’s wave.

Dipak moved on. She was enjoying this so much and was in no hurry to finish me. Plus, it felt so good, I also didn’t want her to move much so we could at least enjoy our ride out of New York making love. Dipak had to stop at several lights and at each we made fans. Eva slowly rocked back and forth and continued to look for people along the way to wave to.

As we were approaching LaGuardia I said, “I love you so much Fatty. I really don’t want this to end but we are close to the airport.”

Eva kissed me deeply, picked up her pace and said, “I love you my L. This feels so good. You are so good for me. I want you to enjoy me.” She was breathing very hard; her neck was turning red from the orgasms I could feel her having.

“I am loving this but I am ready to cum, baby.”

“Let me have it, I want to feel it leaking out of my pussy all the way home. Oh gawd that feels so good, I can feel your penis growing. I can feel your cum.”

I filled her vagina as Dipak turned into the airport entrance. Eva kissed me one more time, put her hand between her legs and slipped her panties up to hold my juices in. She said, “Let me clean you up.” She bent over and licked my genitals cleaned. She pulled her bra and dress straps back in place as I pulled my clothes back in place.

Dipak helped us out with our luggage. I said, “Thank you Dipak. Can I give you something extra?” I reached for my wallet.

“If I took your money, Mister Samford would fire me. Besides, you gave me a nice show. I am going to have fun screwing my wife tonight thinking about the show.”

“Okay, thank you. Fatty give him a hug instead.”

Eva hugged Dipak. As we went through security Eva whispered, “If they check, they will find a big deposit between my legs. I can feel it seeping from around my panties and down my legs. I am sure people will smell me.”

“They will think it is just perfume.”

That night I slept with Eva. I started moving into her house the next day. We decided I should move in with her and leave my house for John. We called both John and Emma with our news the next day and both were excited.

John returns home and starts work with Max Construction

John finished his two weeks in the Marines and returned as planned. The agreement was signed between Sam, John and Eva. Eva offered to give John the shares as he worked in the business only now she made the point that we were getting married. Only I was insisting on a prenuptial that would keep our assets separated. I knew that Eva wealth was far greater than mine. She had shared with me some of her performance in the Baumann Fund. She had done quite well.

John spent almost every weekend at Lafayette seeing Emma or working. Emma and John were becoming good friends with Rock and Chocolate. John was working very hard to make his mark at Max Construction and be worthy of the faith Eva had placed in him. Eva and I attended the first quarterly meeting with Sam and John. The numbers looked very good. I had brought them a couple of big projects which helped a lot.

I began to build my lone ranger design firm based on the business I was getting from Angela and my old firm. I didn’t compete for projects in Ohio, so my old firm was happy with the arrangement. I opened a small office and built a small staff to help me with the work. I didn’t do any marketing and became a resource to other firms. I decided I wanted to focus on the creative part the business and leave the sales and marketing to others.

Eva was building up The Baumann Fund. She branched out to form multiple funds allowing for more investors with different investing motifs. She opened a small office front in New York close to Wall Street. She collocated her trading servers with one of the exchanges which allowed her algorithms to function quicker. Eva gave me an office in this new complex making it easier to work with Angela’s firm. As we were in New York often be became regulars at the Samford’s parties and made friends with others.

Our bachelor and bachelorette party

We were planning our wedding for May. John was to be my best man and Emma to be Eva’s maid of honor. Eva and I wanted a small wedding with just Emma and John attending for a beach wedding at a Caribbean Resort. We also decided that we would do two parties for our friends. One party that would be a combined bachelor and bachelorette for our normal Cincinnati friends and business acquaintances. This one would be just a mixer with drinks and snacks. The raunchiest part of this party were the toasts.

The other party, however, would be a sexcapade celebrating our unique relationship. Angela and Stanley begged us to host this party. They wanted to make all the arrangements. They were excited to meet Emma and John. Several of our new friends from New York were invited including Annie, Edgar and Denise. John and Emma, Sam and Sally and Eva and I flew to New York Friday afternoon to stay the weekend at a large hotel suite close to the Samford’s condo where the party was to be Saturday night.

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This is probably the final Lorilei story. The other stories have no particular order – just random fantasies of a dirty old man, but this one should probably be read last.

*****

So there I was, in a place I had wished to be many times. If I had a buddy to share these fantasies with, instead of posting them on Literotica, I might have said, “I almost slept with Lorilei!” After his mouth fell open in disbelief, I would have let him in on the joke, “She slept in her bed, and less than 24 hours later I slept in the same bed.” At which point he probably would have punched me, so I’m glad I’m doing this instead.

I was visiting my daughter for the weekend at college, and since her roommate, the lovely Lorilei, was going to be gone for the weekend, she offered let me use her room so I wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel. Given the many inappropriate fantasies I have had over the last few years about this girl, it probably wasn’t a good idea, but I couldn’t resist. And given I was just a lecherous old fool, I also couldn’t resist a little snooping around. I discovered her birth control pills, which meant this weekend while she visited her boyfriend at another college she was probably fucking his brains out, the stupid – but lucky – bastard. And I found that she was, as expected, a perfect 34C, my absolute favorite. I closed the drawer with a sigh, thinking of how I would never be so lucky to see those lovely bras holding her equally lovely breasts.

Saturday night when my daughter kissed me good night, she told me that she needed to go out in the morning, but I could sleep in since Lorilei was not due back until late. I slept that night naked, feeling a bit guilty at my perverted action, but also aroused at the thought of my skin next to her sheets. The whole situation had an effect on my subconscious, as I had a number of rather naughty dreams involving Lorilei.

Sometimes in a dream you aren’t aware it’s a dream, no matter how crazy things get; other times you think, “Yeah, this is a dream, cool.” I was having one of gaziantep escort bayan reklamları those dreams, where Lorilei was down between my legs, with my hard cock going in and out of her mouth. I was really getting into it, even though I knew how ridiculous it was, which meant it was definitely a dream. So I was rather upset that I felt myself waking up, and that this dream was going to come to a close. But the strange thing was, I still had the feeling of the most amazing blowjob happening.

As my eyes opened, I was shocked by the sight – my dream girl was actually stretched between my open legs, her head moving slowly up and down as she took the length of my cock into her mouth! She must have realized that I had woken up, because she turned her face up towards me, and let my cock slip out of her lips.

“Good morning, Mr [Real Name],” she said. Then she smiled and said, “Or should I call you ‘Mr. Mann’?” With this, she slid my cock back into her mouth and continued her work.

Not completely awake, I was a bit confused. “Oh my God, Lorilei is sucking my … wait, WHAT did she call me???”

Seeing my confusion, she stopped sucking and said, “I guess you didn’t know I read Literotica, huh? I really enjoyed your stories, particularly the Lorilei ones. It wasn’t that hard to figure out you had written them.”

As she went back to her task, at first I was distracted from what was happening – this was certainly not what I expected would happen if she somehow found out. But it didn’t take long for me to realize none of that mattered, all that did matter was I had my ridiculous, foolish fantasies coming true, and I focused on the beautiful young woman giving me the blowjob of my life.

It was just like I had imagined it, and like nothing I could ever have imagined. Now that I was fully awake, she gazed up at me as she sucked, her bright blue eyes shining with lust. Her lips were so full and soft, her mouth warm and inviting, as she slowly moved her gaziantep escort resimleri lips up and down my shaft. Occasionally I could feel her tongue rubbing along the bottom of my cock, and as she went deeper and deeper, I began to feel the head poking the back of her throat as she reached the bottom. Looking down at her, I drank in the view of her naked body, the curve of her back running down to the fullness of her ass, with her shapely legs stretched out beyond. And it appeared that she enjoyed doing this almost as much as I was enjoying it being done to me.

I was swiftly reaching the point where I could no longer take it, when she let my cock slip out, and looked up at me. With a grin, she said, “So, was it everything you thought it would be? Am I a ‘world class cocksucker’?”

I recognized that she was quoting one of my Lorilei stories, and I replied, “God, yes, you are even better than I ever imagined!”

“Well, good,” she said, as she continued to stroke me firmly, “just as you said in your stories, I really DO love to suck cock. And you have a really nice one to suck. I noticed we never fuck in your stories, but I’ve just got to feel this thing inside me.”

With this she sat up, straddled my hips, and holding my cock straight up, lowered herself onto me. I heard her sigh as I felt her hot, wet pussy take me in, and felt her weight on me as she bottomed out. She started a slow, sensuous rhythm, taking me deep inside her, and then lifting until I almost fell out before dropping down again. I tried to take it all in, my first view of her magnificent tits, so full and firm, the bright pink nipples pulled up tight; the curve of her waist down to her belly with just a hint of roundness; the peek of her fabulous ass as it dropped repeatedly to caress my balls. Combined with the incredible tightness of her pussy around my cock, it was just about more than I could take, and when she sped up her thrusts, her breasts began to dance on her chest in a most delightful gaziantep escort bayan sitesi manner.

As much as I enjoyed watching her tits bounce as she fucked me, I felt the need to feel those things in my mouth. So I pulled myself upright, while she continued to move her pussy up and down my cock, and managed to latch on to one of her rock hard nipples with my mouth. I sucked hard on it, while reaching back to squeeze her full ass, and felt her shake with delight. On my way to capture the other nipple in my mouth, I saw her face, and the desire I saw there made me pause. She moved her hands behind my head and pulled my mouth onto hers, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Like everything else, she knew what she was doing in her kiss, and when I pulled myself away, we were both out of breath.

“I hope you’re about ready, ‘Mr Mann’,” she gasped, “because I am! I need you to come inside me, please! I’m on the pill, so come inside me. I’m ready, and I want us to come together.”

She picked up the pace, hammering my cock into her repeatedly, and I knew this was it. I felt my balls pull up tight, and then I blasted out inside her heat. As the first shot went into her, I felt her body tense and shudder, her arms wrapping tightly around me as her orgasm struck. She continued to quiver as my cum shot deep inside her, my arms pulling her tight against me, her arms wrapping around my neck as our bodies molded together. I felt one last jerk of my cock as my orgasm finished, and she had one last shake of her own, before I fell backwards on the bed, and she went with me.

For a while we just laid quietly together, her hair fanned out across my chest, as I gently caressed her back and tight little ass. My cock was still in her, but it was beginning to soften at last and began to slip out. I wanted this to last as long as I could, not wanting things to end and return to reality. After a bit, I felt her take a deep breath, and she lifted her head, parting her lips as she raised herself up to me. I leaned down and kissed her lips lightly, and she smiled a sweet and sexy smile.

“God, that was good, I can’t believe that finally happened. So, ‘Mr Mann’, you going to write another story now?”

I smiled down and her and said, “I suppose I have to, huh?”

She nodded her head, and said, “Absolutely, looking forward to reading it. And next time you’ve got to cum in my mouth, I really want to taste you.”

Next time?

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As Kit and Sofia stood waiting for the valet to bring his Camaro, Kit thought that Sofia seemed unusually nervous and quiet. He could not imagine why she would feel unsettled. He thought the day had gone great. Great golf, great food, a détente with Mr. Ross, and the possibility of great sex—it seemed that day had gone well. When the valet delivered the car, Kit handed Sofia into the convertible. He walked around to the driver’s side and headed down the drive toward the seawall.

“Do you have a small pair of scissors, Sofia? I need to do a little shopping before we get to the hotel, but I thought you might have scissors.”

“I do have some small sewing scissors which are very sharp. But what do you need to shop for?”

“Barbering supplies, Sofia. Remember we have some special work to get you ready for your bikinis. I am so looking forward to our walk on the beach in the moonlight. Too cool! I saw a Walgreens on the way here. I’ll stop there.”

“Kit, I don’t know about this. I know what we said, but I am…” Sofia halted and looked at Kit with pleading brown eyes.

“You are what, Sofia? Are you going to start backing out? You faced down Primo and his blonde bomb. You were the most beautiful woman in the club tonight. You are the best golfer in the tournament. And in a couple of hours, you are going to make every man on the beach envious of me. So that is what I think you are; what were you going to say…?”

As Kit pulled into the Walgreen’s parking lot, Sofia let out a long sigh. He pulled into a parking slot and turned to look at her. She raised her chin and looked at the tall young man, “I was going to say that I am…so glad that you are here with me and that you are my friend and that for the first time in my life, I have the courage to not care what people are saying. Let’s go inside.” Sofia opened her own door and stepped out while exposing a great deal of toned brown thighs. Kit climbed out of the car and moved around it, holding out a hand to Sofia. They entered the store as the most overdressed and happiest pair in Walgreens.

*****

It was a quiet drive to the Galvez. Sofia sat looking at Kit, and he drove with a happy smile and his right hand resting on the stick shift. Half way to the hotel, Kit reached across the console to brush Sofia’s skirt up and rest his hand on her upper thigh. Butterflies exploded in Sofia’s stomach and she felt the heat and pressure of her arousal between her legs. He glanced at her.

“Claiming what is yours?” she asked. When Kit just smiled, she placed her hand over his and moved it higher against the silk panties. Kit only smiled more widely and drove into the hotel entrance.

Leaving the Camaro beneath the entryway, Sofia reassumed her decisive manner and walked to the entry desk, announcing who she was and that she would like the keys to her suite and for her car to be taken care of. The night manager exploded from her office to facilitate Mrs. Arredondo/Seguin’s every wish. Kit stood quietly as Sofia was fawned over and led to the private elevator to the top floor. When he and Sofia were alone in the elevator, he said; “Wow! That was impressive. You are impressive. I don’t know whether to high five you or fall on my knees in supplication.”

“Use your imagination, big boy. You seem to have a lot of it.”

“Right now, most of it is playing with the idea of getting you out of that red dress, Sofia.”

Sofia felt a brief moment of disappointment. Like all men, Kit seemed to feel the first order business in any hotel visit was sex. Sofia’s arousal had grown stronger as they shopped and rode in the car. The interval with the hotel desk had cooled her somewhat, but Kit had been so perfect all day, she would not refuse him whatever he wished. She turned to him and hugged him hard as the elevator door opened to reveal Juan Seguin and tall, angular middle-aged women.

“Sofia, Kit,” Juan smirked, “I approve of your teamwork, but I believe you will be more comfortable in your suite. Margot and I are going down to check tomorrow night’s arrangements with the caterer. Thomas is in the suite with us, but since he has left for the dance clubs, I do not expect to see him until tomorrow morning. Kit, this is my office manager and right arm, Margot Armes. If you need something when Sofia or I are busy, check with her. She can do anything. And now I am sure you do not mind if we bid you adieu.”

Juan and Margot stepped briskly into the elevator and the doors closed leaving Kit and Sofia alone in the short hallway. “This way,” Sofia said as she lead Kit around a corner to a door which open into a large sitting room with sliding glass doors opening onto a small patio overlooking the beach and the gulf. The patio stretched in both directions and Kit wandered in the salt air to find more doors opening into two bedrooms on either side of the main room. He turned to find Sofia quietly watching his delight.

“It is marvelous, Sofia. The view–everything. Thank you for gaziantep escort bayan haberleri inviting me.”

In an instant, Sofia’s sexual energy peaked again. She walked to him on the open patio and reached an arm around his waist. “I am glad you like it. There are two bedrooms with their own baths. You can have either one that you like, but they are identical except for location.”

“Which one is your favorite, Sofia?”

“The one on the left is on the southeast corner of the hotel, so you get a view both south into the gulf and east into town.”

“OK, so you sleep there, and I choose the same one…if that is good with you.”

“Yes, Kit, it is more than good with me, but your clothes are probably hanging in the other bedroom.”

“How? I hadn’t thought about clothes…except yours vanishing, of course.”

“I assume Joe and Hortensia put them in different rooms when they checked in for us.”

Kit quickly went into the right hand bedroom and checked the closet and bathroom. He came back to Sofia and said, “If they are not in your corner room, I have been robbed.”

Together, they went into Sofia’s room to find Kit’s clothes and accessories neatly arranged alongside Sofia’s. “I told you there were no secrets in a house full of women,” she told Kit.

“Fine with me,” said Kit as he reached to pull Sofia to him. He leaned down to brush a kiss across her lips. He waggled his eyebrows in his Grouch Marx imitation, “but now down to business.” Kit reached behind Sofia to slide her zipper from her neck to her waist. When he pulled it from her shoulders, Sofia let the dress drop to her feet. Sofia stood in crimson silk bikini panties, a soft silk matching bra, and a jewelry set of ruby pendant, earrings, and dinner ring worth more than Kit’s Camaro. Kit stepped back in admiration, “Damn, Sofia, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

Sofia warmed beneath Kit’s admiration. The bulge in his slacks was evidence that he was sincere in his appreciation. She felt her nipples begin to harden as he stared at her and the heat between her legs began to produce the moisture to darken the red panties. “I think you may be overdressed, Kit.”

Kit immediately jumped from immobility to action. The blazer was off and flung toward a chair while he was toeing off his shoes. He quickly bent to pull off his socks and as they flew, he caught the bottom of his polo shirt and ripped it over his head. As he unbuckled his belt, and dropped his slacks, he saw Sofia turn and step out of her dress and shoes. She crawled up on the king bed and grinned at him as he stood in his boxers. Reaching behind her, Sofia unhooked her bra and pitched it to the side; she rolled onto her back and raised her ass to slide her panties off and down to her feet. As she tossed them aside, she said, “Are your coming, slowpoke?”

“Almost… I am almost coming without even touching you. But no, not yet. Sofia, go get your little scissors while I get a towel. We have some barbering to do.”

“No, Kit, not now. I am ready, and I can see that inside those boxers, you are ready, too.”

“Sofia, you said you wanted to make a new start, so let’s do something completely different from your past. Obviously, Primo was a wham, bam, thank-you, mam, kind of guy. So let’s build up the anticipation and take it slow. I can handle this if you can. Go get your scissors and we will start trimming this bush.”

Kit put one knee up on the bed and kissed Sofia gently. His lips moved down her neck and onto to chest where he nursed and suckled and gently bit while his hand grasped a handful of her thick black pubic hair and gently tugged at her bush. Sofia wrapped her arms around Kit’s head and pulled him into her breasts.

“Now, Kit, I need you now.”

Kit stood up. “You’re mine tonight, Sofia. You will wait and it will be worth the wait. Now get that cute butt up and get your scissors while I get a towel.”

Sofia’s natural and learned submissiveness took over and she rolled over to do as Kit said. But her libido continued as a high pace. She went into the bath to search her makeup kit for the scissors. Kit followed her cute butt into the bath. He adjusted the temperature of the tub and began filling it. He picked up a towel and plucked the courtesy robe from its hook. “Put this on, Sofia.”

Holding the scissors as if she might use them on Kit, Sofia retorted hotly, “I am not cold. Are you already tired of looking at the old woman? I don’t…”

“Correct! You don’t know. You have never done this and I have. The robe and towel are to catch the fuzz I am about to shear from your lady parts. Do you want to leave them all over the bed and bedroom floor for the maid and Hortensia to find tomorrow? And no, I am not tired of looking at you. You are luscious– I may make a rule that you don’t get to wear any clothes at all when we are in the suite. So put away your bad temper gaziantep escort hikayeleri and put this on.” Kit helped her into the robe and led her back into the bedroom. He spread the towel on the edge of the bed and positioned Sofia’s butt at the top of the towel. “There, whatever the robe doesn’t catch, the towel will.” Kit pushed Sofia onto her back and pulled a chair to the bed. Spreading the robe on both sides, he began by grasping a handful of pubes and snipping close to Sofia’s skin.

Sofia’s bush was thick from the crease between her thigh and belly. She felt the coolness of the air when it reached her skin without the insulating barrier of hair. As Kit moved toward her center, her labia were lifted and rubbed. The sensation made her moisture flow and the smell of an aroused woman began to fill the room. As Kit snipped down the right edge of her slit, the pressure made her moan and the insides of her thighs began to quiver with desire.

“That’s half done, are you OK, Sofia?” Kit asked.

“I will never be OK again, Kit. I have a crazy golf partner landscaping my lady parts and I am panting with lust to the point that he must think I am the worst old slut in South Texas. OOOHHH!”

“What you are going to be in about an hour is the sexiest woman on the beach in her new black bikini without a trace of hair courtesy of yours truly.”

“Finish me up then, maestro. Do you think I should tell Andre that you are a hair stylist too?”

“That is up to you, Sofia, but he will probably want to check out the work of his competition.”

Kit quickly snipped across Sofia’s lower belly. When he began working above her slit, his hands rested on her clit and she began the shivering trembling motions of a pre-climax.

“Oh, no,” Kit said, “you have to wait.” He stilled her shaking thighs and leaned in to nip the top of her thigh. Sofia yelped at the sharp pain, but Kit held her down. “Now,” he said, “think about how mean I am while I finish.”

He returned to the area above her clit with the scissors briefly, but began brushing loose hairs onto the towel. “There, Sofia, go soak in the tub for about ten minutes and then we can finish.”

Sofia sat up and looked at herself. “A heart. Kit, you left me a heart above my slit. It’s perfect! A new beginning, a new man, and a heart I can freely give.” She sat up and kissed the beaming Kit then, holding the robe open to look at herself, walked carefully into the bathroom.

While Sofia soaked, Kit picked up the clothes scattered in the room. His own clothes he hung in the closet and changed his boxers for the new board suit Sofia had bought him in San Antonio. Sofia’s dress he folded and placed on the dresser. He left her bra and panties next to the dress after sniffing Sofia’s arousal in the damp, red panties. His own arousal began to rise as he found a tee-shirt and sandals to wear to the beach. Leaving them in the living area, he prowled through the small wet bar. Ice, soft drinks, and beer were stocked in the under-counter refrigerator. He noticed the beer was a six-pack of Shiner and a six-pack of Tecate. It appeared the most efficient Sofia had ordered Jose to fill their preferences. Another six-pack of Dr. Peppers beside one of Diet Coke showed how much attention Sofia paid to his preferences.

Kit headed to the bath to retrieve his hirsute canvas. The sight of Sofia’s caramel skin lolling in the tub was arresting. Her hair was pinned on her head, leaving a surprisingly long and delicate neck showing against the back of the tub. Her breasts bobbled gentle as her hands stroked her stomach and reached up to stroke and pinch her hard nipples. Her small waist flared into substantial hips as she rocked her pelvis up and down. As she reached downward, Kit interrupted her reverie.

“That’s enough of that. No playing with yourself; that is my job. Out of the tub so we can finish up here and head for the beach.”

Sofia blushed because she had just decided that Kit was taking so long that a bit of self-pleasure might be in order. “Don’t you want to get in here with me, Kit?” she purred.

“Of course I do, and I will sometime this weekend, Sofia, but right now we have hair to shave and people to show how good you look in that bikini.” Kit held a towel and helped dry Sofia as she stood in the emptying tub.

“Spoilsport, give me the towel. You keep drying the same spots over and over. My back and legs will never get dry, but my butt and boobs will be a desert.”

Kit handed over the towel and began running hot water in the sink. He soaked a pair of wash cloths in the warm water and turned to Sofia. “Your barber awaits, madam.”

He handed her into the fresh robe and went back into the bedroom with three fresh towels. One he laid on the edge of the bed over the hair covered towel that was there. When Sofia walked in, he smiled at her dubious look and motioned to the bed. “Assume the position, my gaziantep escort bayan ilanları dear,” he leered in his best Basil Rathbone imitation.

“Idiot boy,” Sofia mumbled though she could not help a smile at the joy she felt.

“I don’t think I would make the insults at the man who will soon have a razor on your delicate parts,” he continued in his best villainous manner.

“Do your worst, you beast.” Sofia dramatically fell on the bed as she flung the robe to the sides. “I will never tell you what you want to know. I can withstand your torture.”

“You will tell me. No woman alive can deny Captain Morgan, the pirate.” Kit easily segued into an Iris pirate’s brogue. He laid one of the warm wash clothes over the right side of Sofia’s crotch, keeping the area moist while he spread shaving cream on her left side. He gently rubbed the cream over her stubble and catching her left ankle raised her foot to rest on his knee and spread the cream down to her brown star. The shaving went quickly as Kit pulled the skin upward with his left hand. The new sharp razor moved lightly over the left side of Sofia’s pussy and she began to feel the beginning of the surge of her climax. The smell of her arousal filled the room and moisture began seeing from her slit.

“Not yet, Sofia, not yet. You have to be still now. Kit placed his left hand under Sofia’s right knee and opened her widely to make the final stroked down her crease and across her buttocks. He took the wash cloth from her right side and used it to clean the remaining shaving cream from Sofia’s skin.

Sofia felt a momentary shock as the cool air of the room struck her bare skin. Kit covered her with the other wash cloth and pitched the soapy cloth through the bathroom door.

When Kit began spreading the shaving cream over her right side, Sofia forgot anything but the sensuous stroking. As Kit rubbed the smooth cream over her shortened pubes, her hips began moving to search out more pressure from Kit’s fingers. The quivering of her inner thighs told Kit that she was almost to her peak. He bent over and bit her thigh again.

As Sofia shrieked and jumped, Kit said,” I told you not yet, my lovely.” The Irish pirate was back. “Are you willing to tell me what I want to know now?”

“Never, if you keep biting me.” Sofia retorted as she broke into chuckles. “I think I am in the hands of a crazy man.”

“Not the hand, my dear, you are in the clutches of a crazy man and you are going to love it. I did get your mind off sex for a minute, didn’t I?” The razor quickly did its work and Sofia, gaining confidence that Kit actually knew what he was doing relaxed and again began to build heat. As he raised her right leg and shaved her bottom, Sofia could deny him nothing.

As Kit wiped the clean cloth over Sofia’s smoothly shaved cunt, she asked, “Now, Kit, are you through now?”

“Nearly, just a few hairs along your lips, sweet thing. Kind of like a double thin mustache.” Kit squirted a small dab of shaving cream and using two fingers spread it over the edges of Sofia’s slit. Pinching the left labia to pull it taut, Kit gently stroked the few remaining hairs from that side. The pinching and pulling made Sofia’s sex flood and a darker red color spread over her belly and chest. Kit quickly caught the other side and finished. He refolded to wash cloth and firmly cleaned Sofia from heart shaped fuzz to asshole.

“Now, Sofia, now I want you to come for me.” Kit blew soft across Sofia’s steaming twat; the cool air made her gasp. Kit moved two fingers of his left hand over her heart and down to either side of her clit. As he began rubbing circles over her love button, he slid his index finger of his right hand into her drooling snatch. Crooking it upward to the little roughened spot behind her pubis, he began stroking in a come-to-me fashion. His little finger of his right hand grazed across her ass until he felt her climax began. When he inserted his little finger two joints deep in Sofia’s ass, she exploded.

“EEEEE, EEEEE,” Sofia cried as her ass pumped up and down. Kit used the finger of his left hand to open her clitoral hood and bent to suck and lick vigorously. Sofia clamped her thighs around Kit’s head and grabbed his hair with both hands pulling him harder into her. “EEEEE, EEEEE,” she keened.

When her climax slowed, she pushed Kit’s head away from her. “No more, I can’t stand any more. Not now.”

In the Irish brogue, Kit asked, “Are you ready to tell Captain Morgan what he wants to hear now?”

“Yes, I surrender, Captain, what do you want to hear?

Kit’s normal voice returned as he rose up over the sated woman. “Are we having fun yet, Sofia?”

“Yes, oh my God, yes, Kit.”

“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear. Now get your lazy ass up and in that black bikini. We need to hit the beach.”

Sofia rolled onto her side. “But you haven’t had anything, yet. Don’t you want to lose those swim trunks and climb in here with me?” Sofia propped her upper left foot on her knee, opening her newly shorn bottom to Kit’s view. She lifted her heavy breast to her mouth and licked the engorged nipple. “I’ve got something for you that I think you will like.”

Kit leaned over the bed and caught Sofia’s knee with his left hand. He pulled her over onto her stomach and began swatting the luscious brown buns with his right hand. Whap!

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One thing college towns are good for is bars, there’s usually lots of them. And even though my college was in a pretty small town we had several bars or clubs to choose from. I had heard the TKE guys were getting together at this one bar for something or other and I knew they were always good for lots of cute women. But I also knew I’d be unwelcome if I just showed up and tried to party with them not being a member of that frat. I did now several of the members and invited guests so I decided to show up late and see what happened.

Well, I got there late, all right, it was 12:30 and last call was less than half an hour away. For some strange reason I had no desire to get drunk that evening which was totally unlike me. As I entered the smoke filled smelling heavily of beer bar I saw what was left of the TKE group at the end of the bar. They looked pretty drunk and they seemed to be hanging off this one very attractive brunette who was to one side of them. It was Leah and she was every guys idea of who they wanted to go to bed with, killer figure, dark bedroom eyes, long legs and lots of personality. She had been voted most popular girl in her high school an honor she disdained favoring her National Honor Society membership for some crazy reason.

She seemed to be in a bit of gaziantep escort bayan sitesi trouble with the TKE guys which was unusual for her and she generally could hold her own in any group. I walked to the bar and stood right next to her.

“Hi Leah,” I said smiling, “why is such a pretty girl like you drinking alone?” I said it plenty loud enough for all the TKE guys to hear.

“Whaddayou mean muthafucker?” One of the guys bellowed.

I ignored him, put my hand on her thigh and she said, “No no, sometimes I just like to have a drink by myself.” She too said the words loudly enough for the guys to hear and her going along with me pleased me greatly. She slid off the bar stool and into my arms and said, “So would you really like to walk me home?”

“Well actually I’d like to fuck you right here, right on the bar!” A shock look spread over the drunk faces of the frat boys.

“Would you now,” she said coyly, “and just how would you go about that?”

I put my hand behind her back and pulled her into me and kissed her passionately. My hand ran down her back and clutched her ass. Leah pressed on of her legs into my crotch as she leaned into the kiss.

“I don’t know,” she said, “I think I would need gaziantep escort bayan forum more convincing than that.”

She was wearing a skirt so I bent my knees just enough so I could put my hand on her leg just below the bottom of the skirt and then pulled the skirt up with my hand staying on her leg. I had my hand on her ass again and under her skirt. We kissed again as passionately as we had the first time.

“Well, that’s a little better,” she said to me as we broke the kiss.

I looked behind me and then behind where the frat boys were standing. At the end of the bar was a short corridor to the rest rooms. I took Leah by her hand and lead her into the corridor and pushed her up against the wall. She was wearing this light white blouse. I unbuttoned her blouse and then was able to undo her bra as it had a front clasp. Her breasts were not large though full and firm. I pushed the bra aside enough so I could put my lips on her nipple and draw it into my mouth. I felt the nipple get hard and I suck upon it and ran my tongue around the aureole. I could also feel myself getting hard. I only did this for a few moments when we broke apart.

“Better,” said Leah with a grin. “But are you ready?”

She didn’t escort bayan gaziantep wait for an answer and instead got down on her knees in front of me and pulled out my hard cock. She sucked on it for a few seconds and then got back up. “I’d say your ready for me.”

Now the TKE guys had crowded the small corridor and as they stood there in absolute silence their stunned faces told the story.

I pulled up Leah’s skirt and pushed my hand down the front of her panties and into her pussy. Her panties covered my hand but it was obvious to all who could see that I was fingering her soaking wet pussy. Her clit was hard beneath my touch as I lightly played with it and she moaned each time I touched it.

I quickly pulled my hand out after having it in there for maybe 30 seconds and said, “Oh honey, I think you’re very ready.”

Leah wrapped her legs around me as best she could and rubbed her crotch into mine and said, “I think you might be right but where are we gonna fuck?”

Leah continued to rub herself on me as I watch the stunned crowd first and then looked into her eyes. “Well I know one thing for sure, it’s not gonna be here!”

We both quickly fixed our clothes and that done I took Leah’s hand and rushed from the bar.

We ran for about a block before we slowed to a walk and Leah said, “Where the hell were you? I didn’t think you were ever gonna come! Those bastards wanted me to put out for them!”

Leah and I had some of the best sex ever that night. What had been our secret romance, as the song goes, wasn’t a secret anymore. It was the early spring of our senior year and I heard that for a while our little fun became legend.

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I took the exit and was surprised to find myself holding my breath. It had been twelve years since I’d been home and I was wrestling with my emotions. I had made a vow all those years ago that I would never return, that I absolutely hated the place. In all actuality, it wasn’t the town that I hated, it was the memories it held. Peter Garland. His name was like saying Candyman. One mention and the box opened, a cyclone of images whirling out, attacking my heart and soul.

My parents had moved here during my senior year of high school, thanks to a fiscal year change and a promotion for my father. I, of course, was pissed off, being forced to leave the people I had known most of my school life and I found myself acting out in school. The only class I didn’t disrupt was Creating Writing class. Teacher? Peter Garland. Candyman, Candyman …

My cell phone rang, startling me out of my reverie and I fished it out of the holder, flipped it open and spoke, slowing down to take the snowy off-ramp curve. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” I smiled at the sound of Jessie’s voice.

“Well, hello, Jessie. It’s nice to hear your voice, too.”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Can’t you even say hello first? gaziantep escort bayan numaraları You haven’t seen me in two years and you can’t say hello?”

“Hello.” She took a breath. “Where the fuck are you?”

“At the Simon Street exit.”

“Good! Hurry the fuck up, will you? We’re all waiting for you.”

That made me feel good. My old friends were all waiting for me to get there but something wasn’t right. “Who all is there?”

“Allison, Stephanie, Morris, Jeff … geez, do I have to go through the whole list?”

“No, Jess. Just answer the question I’m not asking.” Silence pervaded the line and I heard the sounds of people partying in the background. “Jess … “

“It wasn’t my fault, Taylor. I didn’t tell him.”

If I was made of rubber, I would have melted in a heap onto the floor. “God, Jessie. Please don’t tell me that you’re telling me that he’s there.”

“He’s here, Tay. He found out that you were coming back and insisted on being here.”

“I don’t want to see him, Jess.”

Peter Garland was the first person that ever got me. He understood who I was and what I was trying to accomplish. He gaziantep escort pornoları read my writings with the eye of a Renaissance man and artfully critiqued it in a manner that I could understand. He never talked down to me and he never pretended that he was a god of the written word. He was just Peter, a 43-year old man who loved zinnias, thunderstorms and Chaucer. And within the short spanse of three weeks, he became the love of my life.

“Well, he wants to see you. What are you going to do, avoid him?”

“I had planned to do just that.”

“Yeah, I bet you did, silly girl.” She giggled as a voice in the background ordered her to take a toke. “I have to go, Taylor. Hurry the fuck up!”

The phone went dead in my hand and I closed it, my stomach twisting in knots that no amount of alcohol or pot would be able to undo. Somehow, I found myself floating back to the first time I’d gone to his apartment. He was the editor of the local university press book and he had several entries to read through, determine whether they were good enough to be included, then edit for publication. I’d volunteered since I was the fastest reader in the gaziantep escort portalı class and Peter had told me that my editing skills were top-notch.

His apartment was vintage unmarried scholar. His living room was filled with dog-eared stacks of periodicals and leather-bound books and his kitchen was a disaster area. He ushered me in with a smile but glanced about the mess with an apologetic look. I’d seen this too many times to truly be worried about it. The only thing I was worried about was that either something would crawl on me while I was doing the work or something would crawl in my backpack.

He weathered my disdain, offered me a beer and we set about working on the pieces. I wasn’t much of a drinker so the alcohol went straight to my head and all the loneliness I felt came pouring out. And he was the perfect reservoir. He listened and wiped my tears away, replacing them with kisses. That was the beginning of the end.

I turned onto Lacey Avenue and smiled at the Christmas lights that sparkled on the new-fallen snow. It was no surprise that the Barrios house was the most ornately lit of all the homes on the crescent. Jessie’s father was crazy about Christmas and endeavored to make their home a Griswold house every year. I pulled into the driveway, turned the car off and sat there for a few minutes. Inside that house were people who knew me better than my own family. And inside was the man who had taken my virginity and left me like a used condom.

I took a deep breath, grabbed my backpack and trudged up the path, heading for what could either be my sanctuary or my purgatory.

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I

Of all the people Victor thought he’d befriend, a man like Erik Nolan would have been way far down the list. Of all the people he thought he’d have as a housemate, Erik would not have been on that list at all.

Erik was by far the most interesting person Victor called a friend and it boggled his mind that he even considered him a close friend. Victor didn’t subscribe to any belief system, but ‘blessed’ was a word he would have used for Erik. He was naturally outgoing, naturally tall, and naturally rich.

That said, Erik Nolan wasn’t a saint. He had a rough personality — not intimidating, but the kind that wasn’t afraid to make crude, non-PC jokes or offer blunt opinions. He liked a good party and a good drink.

This was the Erik Nolan Victor met in college and this is the Erik Nolan he shared Erik’s three bedroom, three bathroom house with. But before Victor even met him, he made a pre-judgement that their paths would likely never cross. For one thing, despite being in the same educational level, Erik was a few years closer to 30 than he was. He was the archetypal popular high school jock, if such labels still existed. Victor didn’t think he did formal sports. Victor definitely didn’t himself. People liked him, and girls liked him. Victor did drink occasionally, but wasn’t particularly loud or the people magnet he was.

But for whatever reason, whatever makes the universe work as it does, they hit it off. Maybe it was the ‘opposites attract’ thing.

Following graduation from their respective graduate programs, they were both young upstarts at new jobs, both single, and both self-dependent. So naturally (or maybe it wasn’t so natural) they rented an old but newly renovated house together — the mentioned tri-bedroom home all to themselves. Or at least, Victor rented. Erik owned the whole thing. How did they afford it? Victor had savings from working all through high school and undergrad and a bit of education funds from his dad too, while Erik almost exclusively had a boat load of money from his parents. Erik though wanted the extra space in case they took on another body.

About six months into living together, Victor’s mom and dad said they wanted to come see the place their son was so avidly raving about.

It had been years since Victor lived with his parents — his last year of high school in fact, because his schools were always outside their tiny town. He did, of course, go back to visit during summers and sometimes Christmases, but it was never more than three or four weeks at a time. He had gotten used to being on his own. Now with his own place and in the workforce, he was officially never going back. That felt good.

Erik initially made fun of him for getting a visit by his parents as a grown man, but he was basically cool with it — Victor thought he was anyways; he never actually said. Victor suspected that they weren’t ever going to get such a stay from his roommate’s parents. At least, not together.

Erik’s dad was a high level public servant, and his thick salary and sophisticated pension as well as his savings put the Nolans in a very stable situation financially. But despite his work ethic and savviness, Steve Nolan, like his son but in other ways, was not a saint. He was aloof and inattentive towards his wife, and didn’t realize his marriage was breaking down.

There was no person Erik loved and respected more than Elsie Nolan. At least, that’s what Victor believed. Erik wasn’t a touchy feely kind of guy, but he breathed affectionate wisps about his mom here and there. Every bit of a son feeling most attached to his mother seemed true for Erik and Elsie. Victor never saw a picture of her, but she had to be beautiful just judging by Erik’s tone.

His father was mentioned even less, and without the same fondness. Erik told Victor his parents separated while he was off in college and Victor guessed that it was sparked by his mom getting up and leaving her husband. His dad almost tried to compensate for the family breakdown by showering his son with money and allowing him free reign. It didn’t work, because Erik resented his father still, but he probably couldn’t lie that he hated having the freedom and disposal money.

Anyways, the plan for Victor’s parents was that they would stay for two or three weeks, depending on how long they felt. Erik and Victor both had a month off, surprising vacation time for how new they were to their jobs. Victor’s mom was emphatic about not wanting to ‘burden’ them or ‘overstay’ their welcome. Victor assured her they would accommodate her fine.

On the day of their arrival, Victor opened the door to his mom – with her short stature and all — rushing in to hug and kiss his son. The late afternoon sun brought plenty of light into the foyer. “Oh my god, my Victor…” she ensnared him. With Erik facing him while leaned against a wall, Victor knew he’d hear it from him later. Victor could see his all too familiar sheepish smile ridiculing him now. His grinning friend scanned them up and down as he took Ankara travesti in this surely ‘gay’ display.

Victor’s dad came in in a more reserved fashion, as was his style. He dropped the bags – a couple of older suitcases – and joined the Schafer reunion. Actually, he oddly tried to shake hands with Victor before his wife — Victor’s mom – told him to give me a little more than that.

“You haven’t seen him in who knows,” she flustered.

After forced into a father-son hug, the family collectively turned toward Erik, who was just smiling after watching this awkward sequence.

“Oh, guys, this is my roommate, Erik,” Victor rushed. “Erik, my parents, Amie and Kurt.”

Erik pushed himself from the wall and straightened his body while stepping towards them, his bare feet patting on the hardwood. He donned a white sleeveless shirt, a pair of Nike shorts, and red cap worn backwards on his head that covered his blonde hair. The Schafers were not a tall clan, and Erik certainly accentuated that. The male members were both about 5’4, a few tiny steps above the matriarch who was a diminutive 5 feet even. Erik was, in Victor’s estimation, 6 feet – maybe 6’1.

For the warm day, Amie donned a pair of white shorts and deep green tee. Sandals covered her uncoloured nail feet. She was a woman of fair complexion, not overly tanned with shoulder length brown hair and bangs across her forehead. She had a bit of shape to her hips and chest, but for the most part she was a slender woman. Victor’s dad had on a pair of brown slacks and a light blue button-down shirt. Like his son, he was a thin man of slightly darkened skin derived from his day job. While his arms and hands were hairy, the top of his brown hair was thinning.

Erik extended his hand, taking the new guests’ individually, and gave one of the more respectful greetings Victor seen from him. “Erik. Pleasure to meet you both.” Amie Schafer smiled back and offered a sweet ‘hi’ while Kurt Schafer just nodded and said ‘hello’.

“We still have those?!” Victor then said, turning to the raggedy cases by his dad’s feet.

Amie immediately shook her head. “I told your father we needed new ones, but he won’t listen.” She looked legitimately annoyed, but Victor didn’t think much of it. She rolled her eyes and landed on Erik. Victor wasn’t sure how much support she was going to get from him. He at least smiled — or grinned — back.

After a few more inconsequential words, Victor showed them up to their room. He knew Erik brought home more than a few overnight ‘guests’, but they never stayed in their guest room. The Schafers would be breaking it in. It was minimalist — what was one to expect from two guys decorating? But it had a lot of light, a queen-sized bed, and closet space, which were the musts to Victor. They didn’t complain. He showed them the shower, Amie said how happy she was to see her boy, and then he let them get settled.

The next move was to get started on dinner. He preheated the oven and turned on the stove. It’d be pasta and chicken strips tonight.

Prepping everything, Erik walked in just as he was setting a pot of water to boil. He traversed the tiled floor and reached into the fridge for a pre-stocked Heineken. He always had a beer stash in there at all times.

“Parents are all good?” he asked, after taking a swig.

Victor’s head wavered. “Yeah, I think so…it was a long drive. They’re tired and cranky.” The oven beeped that it was ready. He loaded it with a tray of frozen battered chicken. The water needed a bit more time, but Victor had the linguini ready to go.

“Yeah, your mom was really showing your dad who was boss. Dad’s a wimp, huh?” he laughed.

“No, that’s how things are in house,” Victor played off.

Even with two men in the family, Victor knew that his mom seemed to be the authoritative voice in the family. She was a sweet and loving woman, but he and his father knew not to argue with her because it was an argument they would lose. The suitcase stuff was just a weird by-product of that, he guessed.

“Plus, like I said, it was a long ride. Anyone would get annoyed,” he added. The water was bubbling now.

Erik shrugged it off. He took his beer and left the room. Victor finished off dinner, considering Erik’s words some more. If he was implying what he thought he was, it was a misogynistic comment to make. At least, it could have been interpreted as such. It fell in line with other things Erik said and did anyways.

He organized the table in a way that he was sure to make even his mother proud that she raised him right, and then went upstairs to summon his parents. The door was partly ajar and he heard their voice inside. They weren’t loud and combative, but somehow they sounded at odds about something. Victor tapped on the door and pushed it opened.

“Hey, hungry?” he interrupted.

Amie sighed, sounding relieved. She had changed into a long skirt and a blouse. His dad remained in the same clothes. “Yes. Let’s eat.”

While Antalya travesti trailing her son down the stairs, Amie mentioned that he never gave them the ‘grand tour’ of the house. Victor obliged. He figured they already knew the top floor (although maybe not that Erik had the master), so he focused on the ground level. He showed them the main floor powder room that was recently reno’d. He toured them through the living room with the restored fireplace and big screen TV. Finally, he led them through the kitchen and its granite counters and white cupboards.

“Wow, you did this?” Amie enthused about the table setup. Victor mentally gave himself a mental pat on the back as he told her that it was indeed his handiwork. She was glad to see it.

“Where’s Erik, by the way?”

“Oh! He’s probably outside. I guess I should show you that too,” he remarked, heading toward to the backyard walkout.

He slid the screen door and walked out to the charming yard. A spacious house meant a not so spacious outside, but it would do. Looking around, there was the patio area, a little walkout to a garden area, and a barbeque. A fence with bushes rounded the perimeter, shielding the neighbours’ yards for the needed privacy.

A shirtless Erik was sitting at the patio table. The discarded garment hung over top of the chair next to him. He had a cigarette in one hand and a phone, held to his ear, in the other. An empty beer bottle sat beside the ashtray and his hat next to that. Without it, Erik sported a wavy head of rich dirty blonde tresses. It was grown out a bit, but by no means long. As his parents stepped in front behind him, Victor saw his mom’s eyes widen a bit. Victor didn’t speak out of respect for his friend who was chatting and to allow his parents to take everything in.

Victor put his hand to his mouth to alert his roommate it was dinner time. Without a real acknowledgement from him, he led his parents back inside.

The Schafers began dinner in Erik’s absence. The now covered man walked in a few minutes in. He went right into the fridge and grabbed a beer while offering Victor and Kurt one. Like his son, Kurt was also the occasional drinker. “Amie? I’ve got wine too.”

The older woman waved her hands dismissingly. “Oh, I don’t drink at all.” Erik didn’t say anything to that and sat down.

After a toast to their ‘safe arrival’, dinner conversation centred on the guests. Amie Schafer worked inside the home.

“Plain old housewife,” she said behind a shy laugh. Kurt Schafer had a few more years on his wife and was a ‘lead operations technician’ at a community centre. What did that mean?

“I’m the head janitor,” he undersold, much to his wife’s visible chagrin. She shook her head and reminded him it was more than that. Kurt didn’t say more than that.

Amie fitted and swallowed some greens before asking, “So, what do you do, Erik?”

He answered that he was a high level account manager for a large financial firm.

“Oh,” Amie intrigued. “That’s pretty exciting.”

“Yeah, everyone is pretty useless, so I have to do it all and clean up everyone’s messes.” There was the Erik Nolan ‘charm’ Victor was used to. He didn’t think his parents would be too appreciative.

However, Victor then watched them go on a weird conversation line of ‘doing it’. He didn’t think it was sexual like his generation’s mind was programmed to think. It didn’t look like his mom thought of it that way, anyway. In any case, she was into it.

“Sometimes I do it too much at home,” she laughed. Victor thought it was a joke. He laughed — nervously. His father remained silent – as he had almost the entire time at the table.

After dinner, they ventured into the backyard. Erik took his usual spot at the end of the long oval table in front of his ash tray, still with remnants of his earlier endeavours. Victor sat next to him and Amie beside him. Kurt curiously sat at the other end, considerably away from everyone.

The sky’s turned golden glow turned a dark blue as they sat around the table. Tobacco scented the air while Erik casually worked at his cigarette. Somehow Victor was thankful it wasn’t a blunt wiggling between his fingers. Although they didn’t smoke, Victor knew his parents could tolerate cigarettes. His mom in particular told him it was disgusting habit, but she could ‘learn to be OK’ with it. She wouldn’t be as tolerant of weed.

“So Amie, I bet you get a few looks on the street, huh?” Erik suddenly said. Victor thought he was so unfiltered to ask a question like that.

His mom seemed to think so too. Amie audibly laughed it off. “Oh boy, that’s trouble…”

“Well, do you?”

Victor wanted — and expected — his mom to laugh it off again and not entertain the line of question, even as light-hearted as Erik made it out to be. She did laugh. But then she answered, “Oh gosh, not in a long while…”

“Oh come on,” Erik dropped his hand. “You’re what — only 44? 45? I’d say you still have it. You’re hot…”

It İstanbul travesti wasn’t that Victor didn’t think Erik was right. He was. His mom was beautiful. A son could see that. She had a pretty face, highlighted by long brown hair and hazel eyes, and a tiny yet curvy body. It was just that knowing Erik and the ‘cool’ persona he put on for people — it was hard to believe he was being nice and sincere just to be nice and sincere. Nice wasn’t the word Victor would have used for him. There was always something digging beneath the surface.

And then he added two monster words.

“…Sexy even.”

The compliments, the chatter…it occurred to Victor that Erik was flirting with her! He was unmistakably flirting with his mom! He had heard and seen this song and dance from his roommate. He made a living of it in college. He was good. He succeeded in most of ‘conquests’ (which was Erik’s word for many of his partners.) But this wasn’t the tall pretty blonde from the university volleyball team…this was his mom!

Victor was angry and annoyed inside. Once again, it wasn’t that his mom wasn’t objectively good looking. She was. But to hear the word ‘hot’ placed next to her name by Eric Nolan…that put him off.

Amie modestly thanked him behind some high pitched laughs. Victor looked across to his father to see if he was seeing this craziness too. He expected to see some ire on his face. But there was nothing. His head was almost hunched into his neck, his back almost hunched forward. If anything, he looked like he was getting drowsy as he just watched the rest of the table converse! He didn’t really say much the whole day, come to think of it.

Victor turned back to the conversation to catch the end of something Erik said. He didn’t make it out, but Amie was smiling and chuckling again. His head basically bounced between them while they amicably traded lines. He might as well have been back in the house. Kurt certainly wasn’t present despite being present.

He thought things might’ve stopped when his dad rose up. He just sleepily announced, “Going to bed now…Night everyone.”

And with that, he was gone. A few ‘goodnights’ went his way and then he disappeared into the house. Amie didn’t follow. Victor noted her smile still painted onto her face. There was a chill in the air and, without the patio light, it may have well been dark. Victor didn’t say anything but wished his mom would start yawning too.

More words were danced back and forward between Amie and Erik. Victor stopped playing ping pong and tilted his head look at the sky. He wished he had a star to wish upon right now. The light pollution of the big city concealed everything.

While Victor was distracted in celestial contemplation, suddenly Erik reached over and slapped his leg. Victor was understandably startled and let out a cry while he leaned forward in his chair.

“Look alive, Vic!” Erik amusingly commanded.

While he rubbed his thigh, his mom seemed to enjoy the horseplay. Victor didn’t know whether she liked the slap or his reaction more. Erik played around a lot like that with him so he was used to it. He was just caught off guard and a bit embarrassed to have it in front of his mother.

Amie must’ve heard Victor’s mental commands. She put her hand to her face and covered her mouth. “Well then, I guess I should call it a night too.” She pushed her chair out and lifted herself up. Victor saw the droopiness in her eyes. She was indeed tired. Thankfully.

“Need anything before you turn in?” her son offered.

Amie didn’t. Her lips went into an exhausted smile. “I think we’re OK.” She looked toward Erik and wished him a good night. He raised his glass to her.

After collectively watching her step inside, Victor and Erik sat at the table alone. Darkness took over the patio and after a moment Victor considered retiring into the house as well.

Just as he was about to leave, Erik lit up another cigarette spoke, stopping his friend. “Your mom really needs a good fuck, you know.”

“What?”

“Your dad isn’t doing it for her. She’s way unhappy.”

Victor shook his head and wondered where this was coming from. His hands relaxed on the arm rests, where he was readying to push himself. “What are you talking about?”

Erik coolly puffed a cloud into the air and fed more ashes into the crystal tray. “Your dad is a moron. Just like my old man. He stopped caring for your mom a long time ago. Definitely hasn’t fucked her in years.”

Victor knew he was likely right that they stopped being intimate. His dad had asthma and really limited what he could do — that must’ve included sex too. And they weren’t generally touchy feely and affectionate with each other. Victor knew they did bicker a little bit, but what couple didn’t? But to say that his dad stopped caring for her — that crossed a line.

“How do you know?” he quizzed.

“Because I saw it with my parents, dummy! Your mom’s trapped. She’s got a husband that doesn’t say much and doesn’t show her anything. Her marriage is pretty much going through the motions of living. ‘What are we going to eat…did anyone call today…did we pay the water bill…’ And she’s not going to open up to her son because they’re pretty much the same guy. She’s starved for attention, Vic.”

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I guess I have always been kind of nerdy as it often seems as though I get along better with computers than with people. I think that was one of the main reasons that I’m going to State U. for Computer Programming. I have finished my first year at university and have come home for the summer.

My parents live in a fairly affluent neighborhood. We are not on the same level of rich as the others on the street but between Dad’s accounting practice and Mom’s real estate sales we are doing very okay.

Who am I? My name is Jacob Travis Turner, but everyone just calls me Jake. I am 19 years old, 6’2″, and tip the scales at just under 200 lbs. I am sort like Clark Kent: tall, lean build, short brown hair and black framed glasses that I don’t really need to see with (I just like the look).

I was bullied during my early school years. So much that I talked my Dad into letting me take martial arts classes so that I could at least make it harder on the bullies. It did and as I got better at it they stopped. I was just not that easy to beat up any more. I also liked the classes so much that I have kept them up to this date. I also do a little weight training, not heavy power lifting, but enough to give me some nice muscle tone. Not that any of the girls at school ever took notice.

My first day back home I am sitting in the backyard with my tablet just scrolling through my Facebook feeds.

“Jake!” my Mom yelled from inside the house.

“What?” I yelled back, before getting up and heading inside to see what she wants. She was in her home office with her phone to her ear. “What is it, Mom?” I asked in a polite tone.

“Mrs. Stratfield needs some help with her computer…..What was that?…..It seems that her printer stopped working and she needs to print something…. Not so fast…. oh, and her computer seems to acting up and running slowly,” my Mom said while trying to have two conversations.

“Tell her I will come over and have a look, but not promising anything,” I said as I went to my room to put on some jeans and a clean T-Shirt. I also grabbed my pack with my laptop. Most likely she has a virus of some sort, I thought to myself.

As I reached the front door, “Don’t help the Enemy too much,” my Mom yelled at me.

“Okay, Mom,” I replied. Mrs. Stratfield is not just one of the MILF’s in the neighborhood, but she also works for as a realtor for a different agency than my mom. In public they are always friendly to each other, but behind a closed door mom could have nothing to do with her.

Mr. Stratfield works in a large brokerage in the legal department making a lot of cake, so I think that Mrs. Stratfield just works to keep herself busy. They did not have any children which was always part of the local gossip. Mrs. Stratfield could easily hold her own in the Miss America contest. She must stand 5’10” at least without her heels on, and she seems to always being wearing heels. Heels and stockings, well I am guessing that they are stockings. It helps with the multitude of fantasies I have had of her over the years. You never see her in a pant suit, always a skirt and blouse or a dress with a jacket of some sort. She is always dressed classy with a hint of sexiness.

Her long straight black hair is always done just right. Those blue eyes of hers and her incredible tits (the best that a man could buy, says my dad). Real or fake, all I know is that they help to make the whole package amazing. I have to stop all these thoughts as I am sporting some good wood here and it is a short walk across the street to their house.

I paused at the door to calm myself and to get the blood flowing back to the big head before ringing the bell.

“Ding Ding Dong” went the bell. Why was I nervous? I have been in their house before, back when my parents and the Stratfields were better neighbors. Seemed like twice a year they hosted a backyard pool party. I shook my head trying to keep those old memories from taking hold.

“Who is it?” a demanding female voice barked from behind the door.

“Hmm, it is me Jake Turner,” I replied trying to be polite, “You called my mom about a problem with your computer?”

“Oh, yes Jake,” Mrs. Stratfield replied as she opened the front door, “Come in”

Even though I have been in their house a few times, I am always taken aback by the lack of all the normal life clutter. It is like a page out of one of my Mom’s magazines. I am not saying that my home is dirty but you certainly can tell that people live there. This house seems like one of those Model Show Homes or a designer’s house that you see on TV.

While looking for a place to put my shoes I noticed her. First thing to come into my sight was her well manicured painted toes in sandal high heels. I think this was the first time in a long time that I had glimpsed Mrs. Stratfield’s well toned bare Maltepe Escort legs. She must have been out tanning because as my eyes worked their way up the thin, white robe was slightly open, revealing a body that was barely contained in a red string bikini. I dare not let my eyes linger to long before snapping up to meet her eyes trying to stare me down.

With a huff, Mrs. Stratfield turned and walked down the hall toward her back office. I quickly followed. I could not help myself as my eyes drifted down to her ass. I think she could feel me staring because she seemed to put more sway into her runway-like strut. I entered the office shortly after her, with my laptop bag cover a growing hard on. We made eye contact. Then her eyes darted down and up, before a sly smile came across her face.

“Well there it is,” Mrs. Stratfield said as she pointed at her laptop siting on her large wooden desk. “It just does not want to do anything I tell it to do, just like my husband. Get to it!” With that, she turned and walked out of the room.

What was all that about her husband? Oh, well I guess I should just get started. I booted up her laptop. “Hmm, it is slow,” I said to myself. I set out to start mine up for I knew I was going to need to work a little computer magic. I was right, her computer had viruses alright. Lots of them, but that was not what were really slowing it down. It seems someone installed a shadow program to record emails and chat messages. It was hard to find, so it was not just your average hack job. This was installed with a purpose.

I copied it over to a USB before loading up a decompiler. It would take a few minutes, but there were other things that I could do to speed up Mrs. Stratfield’s computer. As I worked on her computer mine chimed in that it had finished its task. I surfed some of the source code. It was well written, but I was able to find the dump site for the copies. “Someone has some ‘splaining to do,” I thought to myself in the classic Ricky Ricardo voice. It seems that the files go to another computer on the local network. Now, whoever programmed this was good, but they must of been sure that no one was going to hack it because in the program were the keys need to get into the destination computer.

I quickly copied the information on to a piece of paper before I started an antivirus program. I finished just in time because that was when Mrs. Stratfield poked her head into the office. With her desk facing the back wall, both of the computer screens could easily been seen from the door way.

“How’s is it going?” She asked.

“Well you have a lot of viruses, and some internal routing conflicts,” I replied maybe sounding too geeky.

“Whatever, can you fix it?”

“I have started doing it, but it will take a while for the program to run,”

“Oh, well help yourself to the fridge, I am going out to meet with a few friends for a coffee, should be back in about an hour or so,” Mrs. Stratfield stated before disappearing from sight.

“Hmm, an hour to check out where and what was copied,” I thought to myself. I know that I should not go looking for those files, but what is Mr. Stratfield looking for?

With the keys to the vault so to speak, I went looking to see what there was. I did not just have access to the dump folder but the system as a whole. There was several archived emails and chat session in the dump folder. First thing I did was copy them before I went exploring a little deeper. I started to copy archived emails and personal letters to people. I was a copying machine. The information that I was gleaning off of the other system was tremendous. I did not have time to read it all, it was more just like a smash and grab.

I was starting to get a little thirsty, so I left the computers doing their thing while I went to the kitchen to grab a cola. On my way back, curiosity got the better of me and I had to explore the house. As I wondered from room to room, a picture seemed to build. At first glance everything looks normal for to hard work perfectionists. As I climbed the stairs that thought seemed to fade. It looks like Mr. and Mrs. sleep in separate rooms and have for a while.

I know an older couple that is friends of my parents that sleep in different rooms because of snoring but at least they had pictures of each other in their respective rooms. That is not the case here. That just leaves me with more questions, and hopefully the files that I have stolen from them will help me fill in the pieces of this little mystery. I stopped in my tracks and thoughts as I descended the stairs. “I am stealing these people’s personal files, am I okay with it?” I thought to myself. Then the sound of the garage door opening sent me in flight for the back office.

As I reached the office chair I could her heavy footsteps walking down the hall. “Katharine, are you in there?” Mr. Stratfield asked as he pasted the office on his way to the kitchen.

“No, it is me Jake Turner, from across the street,” I replied as I exited from the Anadolu Yakası Escort office to follow him into the kitchen.

“Oh, yes Jake, Dave’s boy,” Mr. Stratfield said, “‘I’m sorry, you’re a man now. What is that you are drinking?” He asked while pointing at the cola in my hand.

“Oh, Mrs. Stratfield said I could help myself,” I tried to reply.

“Cola is for mixing not drinking, young man,” he interrupted me, “Here let me pour you a man’s drink,” and with that he mixed me a very strong rum and cola.

I took a sip. The strong rum influence gave me a slight cough. “It is a little strong. But then I thought you college boys would be use to it,” He added.

I have never been a big drinker. Not that I have never gotten drunk either, but I did not go out and party all of the time like the movies tell us about college life.

“Thanks, just not a big college drinker,” I tried to cover for myself.

He just laughed a little before taking another swig of his drink. “So what brings you across the street?” he asked.

“Well, Mr. Stratfield,” I started.

“Stan,”

“What?” I added.

“My name is Stan, not Mr. Stratfield,” Stan said as he sipped his drink, “We are both men here, at the beck and call of the Wicked Witch of East”

“Oh, Mr. Stra… Stan, Mrs. Stratf…”

“Katherine,” Stan interrupted again, “Mrs. Stratfield gives her too much power. I know you are just trying to be polite and respectful, but she does not deserve it”

“Okay, Katherine had a problem with her computer, and I am cleaning it up for her,” I said.

“Hmmm, did you find anything wrong with it?” Stan asked

“Just some viruses,” I replied while trying to take another sip, “Maybe she is watching too much porn” I added trying to be funny.

It was Stan’s turn to choke on his drink. “That prude, Hell, I think porn would know better and run and hide from her. Not that you’re asking, but me and the missus have not been husband and wife for a long while now. Oh, why am I telling you this? I am sorry for telling you that. Don’t tell anyone, okay” and with that Stan downed his drink and started to mix another.

It was that moment where I think I saw the fire of life leave Mr. Stratfield’s eyes. I felt sorry for the man, but also reminded me that I stealing moments of their private lives as we stood there drinking. Both of us just stood there sipping or drinks. I did not even hear Mrs. Stratfield enter the house, not to mention the kitchen.

“So this is what I am paying you for,” She barked, “So you can drink with my… husband?” The last part seemed like it was spoken with distain.

“Oh sorry, I was waiting for them,” I started to reply before Stan stepped in.

“Oh, shut up Kat!” He barked back. The look she shot back would have killed any normal man. “Don’t give me that Look, I asked the boy to join me for a drink. And where have you been? I have been trying to call you.”

“I was out by the pool, and then went to meet up with Jill and Stephanie. And what have I told you about calling me Kat,” Mrs. Stratfield stormed back with. She placed her handbag down on the kitchen island before walking over and grabbing my drink out of my hand and downing it. “Now that your drink is done, how about you get back to work,”

Well not really wanting to be caught in the middle of whatever this is, I fled quickly back to her office to check on the computers. The virus scan was done, and the repair would only take a few minutes and my other download was almost done. I thought about stopping it, but left it to finish. I am not perfect, and again I had no idea of what I was really stealing in the first place.

The two computer operation finished seconds apart, and I was packing up my laptop when Mrs. Stratfield entered the office. “I am sorry you had to be a part of that,” Katherine Stratfield said calmly. “Mr. Stratfield and I are going through a bit of a rough patch right now, so I hope that you can understand, and keep quiet about what went on here,”

“Oh sure, I won’t tell anybody about it,” I replied trying to pack up and get out of there. “Your computer should be working fine now. It had a virus, and I cleaned it for you.” I grabbed my things and got up and tried to leave.

“Oh good,” She said, “What do I owe you?”

“Nothing, just think of it as a neighborly thing,” I said as I slide past her. This I think was the first time today that she had to look up into a person’s eyes. I forgot to mention that Mr. Stratfield is a short man, maybe 5’5″ and pudgy. So she would always be looking down on him.

I made my way out of their house, and back across street. I entered my home and headed right up to my room. I was glad that no one else was home. Just so I could flop down on my bed and try to let what happed this afternoon all filter through. As I lay there, I started to wonder what was going on behind those closed doors. That brought me back to the files I had stolen from the Stratfield’s. I reached over and grabbed my laptop and Ümraniye Escort fired it up.

I just sat there with a list of files, where to start? I sorted the files so that the older ones were displayed first. As I read through the first few files I learned that Mr. Stratfield worked for Mrs. Stratfield’s father. There was even a copy of the prenup attached to an email that was sent to a lawyer by Mr. Stratfield.

The prenup does seem to revolve around infidelity on either side. If I was reading it right, if either had an affair than that party would get nothing. That part seemed harsh, but it was in reference to Mrs. Stratfield’s father’s estate which would be a big chunk of change.

Most of the rest were just different attempts to find out if the other was cheating. Then I came across this chat conversion between Mrs. Stratfield and a friend of hers.

QueenBee: Hi Girl how’s it going?

KillerinHeels: It’s the same old scene up here in Portland. Rain! 🙁

QueenBee: Well it sounds like fun

KillerinHeels: Oh come on now, it can’t be that bad over there?

QueenBee: I am sure that Stan is fucking his secretary, but I can’t find any evidence

KillerinHeels: Well have you tried to catch his attention?

QueenBee: Why? He does not know what to do with this body!

KillerinHeels: Then any others that have caught your eye? What about the boy across the street? You know the one you screamed instead of Stan? What was his name again?

QueenBee: No, and No! I told you that when we were drunk! And it was Just that one Time!

KillerinHeels: Yes, you did, but then you were not that drunk not to remember it.

QueenBee: Besides I don’t want to have to tell him what to do. I just need a man to step up and take. Not ask, just take and use me. Ohh why am I telling you this

KillerinHeels: Cause you need to have a Big O, you old slut!

QueenBee: Hey, I am not that old, I am only a year older than you bitch! And look who’s calling who a slut!

KillerinHeels: Okay slut, don’t get your panties in a knot. Next time I am in town I will put that foul tongue of yours to work.

QueenBee: Don’t make me wait too long, or you will be on the wrong end of my strap on.

“Holy Crap,” I thought after reading that. Who is “KillerinHeels” and Mrs. Stratfield has noticed me. But what was that part about just being taken? Was I reading more into this than I should be? Well, I should not be reading this in the first place, but what was the meaning in what I had read? I had no answers for myself.

“That bitch!” I heard my mom yell as she slammed the door behind her.

I jumped up and ran to the stairs to see what was going on. “What is wrong?” I asked.

“That fucking bitch stole my client,” She said as she pointed toward the Stratfield’s house. “I am sorry for my language, I am just so upset.” I rushed down the stairs and gave my mom a loving hug.

“Thanks, I needed that, but do you know what would also go good right now?” She asked.

“How about a nice big glass of wine, while you soak in the tub,” I replied as she looked up to my loving eyes. “And don’t worry me and the twins will make supper, so go and relax,”

“Okay if you say so, but not Mac and Cheese” she replied.

“I can’t make any promises on that,” I jokingly added, “I am not sure I can even get those two off of their phones, And speaking of the devils….” With that my sisters entered the house. Yes, they are twins.

“How was school?” Mom asked.

“Derek asked Wendy to a party,” Sherry replied as she bounded up the stairs.

“Well that is good right?” Mom replied looking for a connection.

“He only asked because Debbie Marshall said no,” Wendy stated madly as she stomped up the stairs after Sherry.

“Why were you so much easier to raise?” mom asked as she hugged me again, before heading up the stairs to see if she could help her girls. And with that I headed to the kitchen to see what was there to work with.

Cooking for the family is like trying to make three different meals all at the same time. Dad and I can live off of steak, Mom she loves a good salad with chicken or a seafood dish while the twins are self proclaimed vegans, but bacon is okay. I know, I know, but they are right about the bacon. So I settled for a grilled chicken pasta Caesar salad dish, that I know we all can eat. The twins will just pick the chicken out, which means more chicken for Dad and me.

Oh, I think you are wondering about the twins. Sherry and Wendy are 16 years old identical twins, brown hair, hazel eyes and an attitude. They are both very active in sports and are a little bigger than the Barbie doll cheerleader type.

To all you pervs out there, if you even think about hurting my sisters I will mess you up! If that means I am going to jail so be it. That being said, now back to my story.

“So, champ how was your day?” Dad asked at the dinner table.

“It was okay I guess,” I replied.

“So were you able to help out that evil bitch?” the last part mom mumbled, “Did she pay you?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Stratfield were starting to get into a fight so I got out of there before I was witness to something that might cause me to be in a courtroom.” I stated quickly before forking in another mouth full.

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Forty-six-year-old Tommy has sex with Susan’s best friend’s daughter, 20-year-old Christine.

Continued from Chapter 7:

“Sorry Susan. Really, I am,” he said even, no doubt, he wasn’t sorry at all.

Susan looked at him as if she hated him as much as she hated her mother.

“I know what I can expect from my mother, nothing, but expecting more from you, I thought you were better than that,” she said glaring at Tommy before her face was awash with hurt and sadness. “Expecting more from you, I thought we had something. Why in the Hell would you have sex with her, my mother, when you have someone like me in your bed?”

He looked from daughter to look at mother before looking back at daughter.

“I don’t know, Susan. I’m sorry,” he said taking a step back. “I can explain. Really, I can.”

Susan put up her hands as if they were two mini stop signs that stopped him in his tracks from coming near her. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

“I don’t want to hear it. I’ve heard enough from the both of you. I can’t believe you had sex with my mother? Is there no end to the lunacy that is my life? Oh, my God. Mom! Get the fuck off my bed and put on your clothes. The both of you,” she said pulling her mother by her hair and pulling her boyfriend by his ankle. Wanting to kick her mother in her face, she pushed her to the floor before kicking her boyfriend in the balls.

Holding himself in pain, Tommy grabbed at the sheet before grabbing for his clothes to get dressed.

“Sorry, Susan. I’m so sorry. It just happened,” said Tommy. “I was sleeping and when I opened my eyes, your mother was sitting on the bed with my prick in her hand.”

Susan looked from her boyfriend to look at her mother with hatred.

“Sorry Susan. I’m so sorry,” said Deb with a shrug while making fun of Tommy before returning to her bad self. “When I saw that big cock, I just couldn’t help myself from touching it, stroking it, gumming it, and fucking it,” she said with a dirty laugh before she started coughing. “With me not as good looking as I used to be, I take whatever I can get,” she said with a shrug and another annoying laugh.

A crime of passion that no court of law would convict her, enraged, if Susan had a gun she probably would have shot the both of them.

“Get out! The both of you get out! If you’d rather be with a 70-something-year-old drunk, be my guest,” said Susan to Tommy.

He looked at her with panic.

“Wait Susan. Don’t do this,” he said begging her to give him another chance.

Susan continued pushing him out the door.

“When she’s not drinking and smoking, she’s fucking and sucking or gumming some man for money. With all the men my whore of a mother has been with, hundreds, maybe even thousands of men with her working as a stripper and a prostitute for fifty years, I’d see your doctor for some penicillin, if I were you,” said Susan.

Tommy looked from Susan to look at her mother with horror.

“Seventy-something?” He looked at Susan before looking back at Deb. “I thought you were sixty-something,” he said. “Gees. Damn. You don’t look 70-something. Looking ten years younger, you look good for you age,” he said to Susan’s mother. “I never would have guessed you being thirty-years older than me.”

Deb ran a slow tongue over her red lipstick clad lips while staring at Tommy’s exposed prick.

“Thank you,” she said putting on her clothes. “It’s the black hair. It makes me look younger, don’t you think?” She tossed back her black hair with a practiced flip of her head.

With neither of them fully dressed, Susan shoved Tommy out of her apartment before shoving her mother out her apartment door.

“Get out! Get the fuck out! The both of you,” said Susan pushing them both out the door and locking the door behind them. “Go fuck yourselves, the both of you. I never want to see either one of you again.”

Chapter 8:

Tommy having sex with Susan’s mother was her boyfriend’s second chance. After she threw him out of her house and with him throwing her mother under the bus, she more blamed her mother for seducing her boyfriend than she blamed him for having sex with her mother. She knew how irresistibly tempting, sexually teasing, and erotically enticing her mother could be when it comes to sex and seducing men. Sexually experienced enough with men to know what men want, no man young or old could resist her. If anyone was a naughty minx, her mother was.

Before he had dared had sex with her mother too, she even forgave him for having sex with best friend’s daughter, Christine. She stupidly and naively thought after one false step that his sexual transgressions were over. Assured that his infidelity would never happen again, she thought he was sincere in his apology of having sex with her best friend’s daughter, until she caught him having sex with her whore of a mother. So gross and so nasty, he having sex with her mother was his second sexual transgression Ataşehir Escort and his last chance. She was done with him. She was done with men.

Understandable that a forty-something-year-old man would want to have sex with a 20-year-old woman, what Susan didn’t understand was why a forty-something-year-old man would want to have sex with a 70-something-year-old woman. Further, why would a 20-year-old woman want to have sex with a 46-year-old man? Are there enough men her age to fuck and suck? Why would she have sex with her mother’s best friend’s boyfriend? How dare she, that little conniving cunt.

‘Gross! Eww! That’s just nasty. That’s just sick,’ she thought to herself now that she was alone with her bad self.

When he had someone like Susan in his life and in his bed, why would he risk losing her for her old, mother? Nonetheless, with him cheating on her once with her girlfriend’s daughter, and a second time with her mother, of all women, she wanted nothing more to do with him. Next, if he had the chance, driving a wedge between them, he’d be cheating on her with her best friend. Just as she was done with her mother, she was done with him too. Done, done, done with them both, if she never saw either one of them ever again, she’d be happy.

* * * * *

While she was out at the mall with Jennifer, her best friend, Jennifer’s daughter, Christine, went to Susan’s apartment looking for her mother. With the two of them as close as sisters, Jennifer’s daughter no doubt figured that she’d find her mother there with Susan. Only, what she found was much like what Susan’s mother found when she opened the front door to Susan’s unlocked apartment. She found Tommy in bed naked. Then, when Susan and Jennifer arrived to Susan’s apartment, a sight to behold indeed, they found Tommy naked and in bed with Jennifer’s naked daughter, Christine, having sex.

Too busy having sex to hear Susan and Jennifer walk up the four flights of stair, unlock, and open her front door, seemingly neither women could believe their eyes when they rounded the corner. They had caught them red handed having sex. Susan would have been less angry if she caught Tommy having sex with anyone but her best friend’s daughter and Jennifer would have been less angry if she caught Christine having sex with anyone else, preferably with a boy her own age. Only, Susan’s boyfriend and Jennifer’s daughter were naked and in bed. With Tommy humping Christine, really pounding her oh, so young pussy, seeing them having sex was indeed a sight to behold.

“Tommy,” yelled Susan.

“Christine,” yelled Jennifer.

How could he have sex with a child in her bed when he had a woman like Susan in his life? Unless his intention was to deeply hurt her, of all the women to have sex with, why would he have sex with her best friend’s daughter? How dare he? What’s wrong with him for him to do that? Testing their friendship, Tommy knew how close she was with Jennifer.

“Mom? Susan? What are you doing here? Why are you back so soon? Whenever you go to the mall, you’re gone for the day,” she said quickly grabbing her clothes to cover her naked body and hurriedly getting dressed.

If looks could kill, in the way that Susan and Jennifer stared at Tommy with hatred, he would have died a horrible death. If only they were witches and could burn him to death with their stares, they would have. Tommy had cheated on Susan with her best friend’s daughter. Why would he do such a thing? How could he do such a thing?

Christine had cheated on Susan with the boyfriend of her mother’s best friend. Why would she do such a thing? How could she do such a thing? She was so young, just 20-years-old. She was so innocent. She wasn’t a virgin but she wasn’t a slutty enough to be having sex with someone old enough to be her father especially when he was the boyfriend of her best friend.

Understandably, after her mother divorced her father years ago, perhaps Christine missed having a father in her life. Perhaps Christine was looking for her Daddy. With Tommy in Susan’s bed naked, perhaps the timing was right even though it was all wrong. With that in mind to soothe her anger somewhat, not only could she understand why Tommy would want to have sex with a 20-year-old girl, she could understand why Christine would want to have sex with a 46-year-old man.

* * * * *

Christine knocked on the front door while calling for her mother and for Susan.

“Mom? Susan?”

When there was no answer, she turned the doorknob and with the door unlocked, she walked in Susan’s small, studio apartment in the way Susan’s mother would do months from now.

“Mom? Susan? Are you here? Mom? Susan?”

As soon as she turned the corner and walked further in the apartment, there was Tommy in bed naked. In the way he would do when Susan’s mother, Deb, saw him naked months from now, he had a partial erection when Christine saw him too. Pretending he was sleeping just as he’d do with Deb, Christine stood in the large room staring at his naked cock. Seemingly Kadıköy Escort he enjoyed exposing himself to women, especially when his exhibitionism appeared unintentional. As if she was a perverted peeper, she stood motionlessly quiet while staring at his cock. Tommy’s eyes were closed but opened just enough for him to see a very pretty, young woman.

Instead of looking embarrassed, she looked sexually excited. Instead of looking away, she stared at his semi-erect prick. With her having never met Tommy, obviously she was nervous seeing a naked man in Susan’s apartment and seeing a man in Susan’s bed with a partial erection. Seemingly not knowing what else to do, Christine looked away from Tommy to call out to her mother and for Susan again. This time, taking care not to awaken the naked man, instead of calling out to Susan and her mother loudly, she called out to them softly.

“Mom? Susan?”

As soon as she called out for her mother and for Susan, she looked back to Tommy to see if she had awakened him. Only, instead of looking away once looking back at him again, as if she was mesmerized by his growing erection and hypnotize by his throbbing, big dick, she continued staring at his erecting penis. When he didn’t open his eyes, she called out for her mother and for Susan louder.

“Mom? Susan?”

It was such a small place, barely 600 square feet, if they were anywhere, they’d be in the kitchenette, in the bathroom, or out on the balcony. Instead of walking out to the balcony to enjoy the view and to see if her mother and Susan were sitting out there, she seemingly preferred the view inside and the view she was seeing now. If her mother was out there with Susan, perhaps she had seen this naked man too. Perhaps, instead of going shopping at the mall, they just had a threesome. Perhaps, embarrassed that she was unexpectedly there, her mother and Susan were hiding and pretending they were home.

* * * * *

As if he was Burt Reynolds posing for a Playgirl cover, with his semi-erect, naked cock shamelessly on display, Tommy was prominently prone upon Susan’s bed naked. Ready for whomever it was entering her apartment, he heard someone climbing the stairs, before hearing footsteps in the front hall. He knew that Susan had gone to the mall with her best friend, Jennifer. Being that no one ever climbed four flights of stairs but for Susan, Jennifer, and him, he figured that Susan was coming home with Jennifer. In the way he was sexually attracted to Susan when he first met her, he was sexually attracted to Jennifer when he first met her too. With him wanting to expose his erection to Susan’s best friend, he had been stroking himself to an erection in anticipation of them opening the front door.

Then, when he heard someone call for Susan and then for Mom, he wondered if Susan had a daughter. Debating if he should cover his nakedness or not, with Susan 43-years-old, chances are her daughter wasn’t a minor but over 18-years-old. In the way he was ready to expose himself to Susan’s daughter, if that’s who it was at her front door, he’d never exposed himself to a minor. He may be a lot of things but he wasn’t a pedophile.

Maybe it wasn’t Susan’s daughter but Jennifer’s daughter. Being that she was the same age as Susan, he knew that her daughter wouldn’t be a minor but an adult too. In the way he’d love to expose his cock to Jennifer, without having even meeting her or seeing her, he’d love to expose his cock to Jennifer’s daughter too. Not expecting her to react to seeing his naked prick with much more than shock and revulsion, it would be fun so flash some 18-year-old woman what may be her first cock.

Obviously, under the pretense that he was there waiting for Susan to return home as her naked surprise, he had an ulterior motive. He wanted to expose himself to Jennifer too while playing Mickey the Dunce by acting as if he thought Susan would be coming home alone. With Jennifer an attractive woman also, no doubt Tommy fantasized over having sex with Susan’s best friend in the way he would later fantasize over having sex with Susan’s mother. No doubt, if he had his druthers, he’d love to have sex with Susan and with her best friend at the same time and in the same bed.

Incorrigible in his horniness and in his sexual lust for women, only, he never expected for Jennifer’s daughter, Christine, to be at the door. Just as Christine was surprised to see Tommy naked, he was surprised to see Jennifer’s young, attractive daughter standing there staring at him as if she had never seen a cock before. Now, that he had exposed his cock to Jennifer’s daughter, in the way that he’d love to have sex with her mother, he’d love to have sex with her too. How hot would that be to have sex with mother and daughter in the same bed, as hot as having sex with Susan and her mother in the same bed?

‘Wow!’

* * * * *

With Christine standing at the foot of the bed staring at Tommy’s cock, he remained silently still while pretending he was sleeping. Staring at her through the slits of his mostly Ümraniye Escort closed eyes, she was so young. She was so pretty. She was so sexy.

Ruling out that she was Susan’s daughter while remembering that she didn’t have children, she looked too much like Jennifer not to be her daughter. A younger version and a carbon copy of her attractive mother, albeit without Jennifer’s big tits, in the way he wouldn’t mind having sex with her mother, he wouldn’t mind having sex with her daughter too. He always wanted to have sex with a mother and daughter, separately or both at the same time. With Susan telling him that her mother was a whore, even though he never met her mother, he sometimes sexually fantasized of having sex with Susan and with her mother in the same bed. Having seen old photos of her, she was a fine looking woman with breasts as big as Susan’s big breasts.

Christine continued staring at Tommy’s cock as if his naked body was her gift from God. Christine continued staring at Tommy’s big prick as if she had never seen a man’s naked prick before. Christine continued staring at Tommy’s naked body with lust and with sexual passion in the way that Tommy stared at most women when undressing them with his eyes. Only, with Christine not having to undress Tommy with her eyes, he was already naked. Wanting to surprise her, shock her, and embarrass her, Tommy opened his eyes.

“Hi,” said Tommy popping open his eyes to catch her staring. While making no attempt to cover his nakedness with his hand or to conceal his nakedness with the sheet, he stared back at her in the way she was staring at him. “Who are you?”

She was pretty, so very pretty. Tall and shapely thing with dark, shoulder length hair and big, blue eyes with red, full lips, in the way that Tommy looked so very much like Brad Pitt, Christine looked like a much younger version of Angelina Jolie but without the big tits. Seemingly with him returning her stare, Tommy was instantly and sexually attracted to Christine. Shameless in his immoral and immodest exhibitionism of himself, instead of covering his nakedness with the sheet or even with his hand, when he moved his hand to his penis, Christine’s eyes followed.

Instead of covering his nakedness with his hand, just the opposite, he started touching himself, actually playing with himself. Seemingly having never seen a man touch himself before, Christine watched him touch himself. She watched him holding himself and fondling himself. As if fascinated watching a man play with himself, she watched him fondle the head of his prick with his fingertips. The more he touched himself, the more she stared at him touching himself.

As if teasing her and sexually seducing her, he brazenly fondled the head of his cock while staring up at Christine and while she stared at his cock that continued to grow bigger and harder. With her giving him an audience of one, his cock throbbed and pulsated in his anticipation of him having sex with her. Just as he shamelessly masturbated himself in front of her, she shamelessly stared at his cock growing bigger and harder.

As soon as he was semi-hard, putting on quite the masturbation show, he collected his prick in his hand and started stroking himself faster and harder in front of her. As if he was intent to cum in front of her, with her still staring at his big prick, he was now giving her something even more to see. With her staring at him before, Christine was even more engrossed watching him masturbate himself now. Still staring at his big, hard, hairy, erect prick, she never removed her eyes from his cock, especially as his cock suddenly twitched, pulsated, and grew bigger and harder in his hand. Then, once he was hard and fully erect, obviously not wanting to cum, he stopped stroking himself. As soon as he stopped stroking himself, as if breaking the spell his cock had over her, she stopped staring at his big prick and was finally able to speak.

“I’m Christine, Jennifer’s daughter,” she said walking closer and talking to Tommy’s cock instead of to Tommy.

He let go of his cock to shake her hand. Instead of recoiling and refusing to shake the hand that held his cock, if he had offered her his cock to shake, he wondered if she would have shaken his big cock instead of shaking his hand. As if his big prick was a microphone, seemingly she looked like she wanted to take his cock in her hand and speak into the mike. Tommy looked at her in the way that any naked, forty-something-year-old man would look at any attractive, 20-year-old woman. He looked at her with lustful desire. He looked at her with horniness. He looked at her as if he was a lecher, a predator, and/or a vampire and she was his next, intended victim.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

Tommy stared at her in the way Christine stared at him.

“I’m old enough,” she said with attitude.

With her hair continually covering one of her eyes and giving the illusion that one eye was larger than the other, she looked at him as if she was peeping on him through a hole in a fence. As if she was getting ready to take his stiff prick in her mouth and suck it, she flipped back her long, brown hair with a toss of her pretty head. Then, she stuck out her chest as if proud to tell him that she was a woman and no longer a girl.

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