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Chapter 3: One Week Later

**Note to the reader: This is the third and latest installment of the ‘Karen & The Pool Boy,’ series (it is strongly suggested that you read the other two stories first). I don’t know if the story of these two characters will continue but as always, feedback is craved and truly adored. Lastly, I would like to dedicate this piece of writing to Michael who is my love, my muse, and my own personal version of Jared.**

It was Wednesday and Karen was having a bath. She used her big toe to ease the hot water faucet off, leaning back into the warm water as her eyes slipped shut. Outside, the weather was too hot and too muggy, the air too still – just another lazy afternoon in a seemingly endless summer. But upstairs, in the marbled-floored master bathroom of her spacious home, Karen was oblivious to it all. Her glossy black locks, piled atop her head, were the lone dark spot in a sea of frothy white bubbles, the bronzed flesh of her slender shoulders and her ripe breasts peeking through now and again where the bubbles slid away from her water-slicked skin. She had already put on a CD that fit her mellow mood and she could hear the strains of sexy, African-infused blues music floating towards her from the stereo in the master bedroom. A bottle of her favorite chardonnay sat chilled in an ice bucket beside the antique claw foot porcelain bathtub and a half-empty wineglass dangled lazily one from the fingers of one hand as she hummed to herself. She brought the glass to her lips for a sip, the wine tasting crisp and dry on her tongue, and in that moment Karen felt utterly content. She had always adored bubble baths. They made her feel luxuriant and pampered, like a queen, and she was usually quite adamant about bathing alone. But today just might be an exception.

Karen didn’t know the exact time, but she knew Jared would be arriving soon. Just the memory of him, the recollection of his wide expressive blue eyes, his hard sinewy young body… it caused a ripple of arousal to snake its way down her spine right into her loins. Below the surface of the bathwater, she could feel her pussy clench in delicious expectation and she shifted her hips, the hand not holding her wineglass slowly trailing across her lower belly beneath the warm water. Mmm, Jared. She allowed herself to indulge in a slow replay of their last meeting – the way his hips arched up when she eased herself onto his cock, his mouth capturing her nipple to suckle like a baby at that swollen flesh. The memories caused goosebumps to crop up all along her thighs and she wondered idly if he would show up on time.

It was a week since their tryst and though she had seen Jared several times since then, Karen always played it just as cool as she had before anything happened between them. She ran into him and his mother at the grocery store on Friday, when she was out picking up a few things for Phil’s dinner party. While making idle chit chat with Mrs. Hall, Karen had caught Jared watching her with an intensity that made her thighs quiver. On Sunday, she had seen him mowing his lawn when she was out on her way to the country club, clad in one of her incredibly short tennis skirts and a cotton polo shirt. Jared had nearly run the mower into his mother’s prized gardenias and when she waggled her fingers at him in a friendly wave, she could see him reach down and adjust himself in his shorts. It gave her a delicious thrill, an exhilarating sense of power to tease him in this way and yet, as good as the anticipation was, Karen’s own desires were beginning to mount. He had been such a sweet, virginal piece of ass and she was as turned on by his horny, eager innocence as she was by his perfect body. She leaned her head back against the edge of the porcelain tub, letting her hand glide up from her belly over to her left breast, and gave it a gentle squeeze, her thumb grazing across her nipple. That keening sense of desire was growing, like a low hum that was steadily growing louder, and her pussy clenched once more, accompanied by a surge of wetness.

Then, she heard it. It was a sound outside of herself, a sound she detected below the mellow music that drifted from the CD player. It was a repeated thudding noise, the sound of weight on the staircase, and she kept her eyes trained on the entrance to the bathroom until he appeared in the doorway, his face flushed, his eyes looking even more blue than she remembered. She smiled slowly at him in greeting. “Hello, Jared.”

For a few long moments, he just stared at her. Karen did not prompt him to speak. She took the time to admire him with her eyes – he wore a white t-shirt, with a pair of shorts very similar to those he had worn the week before, and she could already see his cock straining against the fabric, his broad chest rising and falling with his quickened pulse. “Hi, Mrs. McMillan,” He blushed, then added as an afterthought. “Um, how are you?”

“I am just fine. Thank you for asking.” Her smile widened and became slightly mischievous. She felt very much like the cat escort bayan that ate the canary but in this case, the canary was standing right in front of her like a teenage Adonis. He held a piece of paper in one hand. She recognized it as the note she had taped to the sliding glass door, the note that given him instructions to come upstairs to the bathroom and meet her. “I see you found my note.”

He glanced down at it, then nodded. “Yeah…” He cleared his throat, the paper clenched in one hand before he release it, letting it drift down to the bathroom floor. His eyes devoured her and yet he seemed too nervous or too uncertain to move. Karen let him squirm a little while longer, the silence stretching on between them before she reached up with her free hand, the one not holding the wine glass, and crooked her finger at him. “Come here.”

He seemed eager to obey, just as before. When he was about two steps away from the tub, she held her hand up to stop him and he halted, tongue pressing forward to wet his lips again. Karen kept her voice even and pleasant when she spoke. “I want you to take off your clothes, Jared. Now.”

She had emphasized that last word just slightly, but there was no need. Jared’s large hands had already moved to the bottom of his cotton tee, pulling it over his head. That made her smile, murmuring her approval to him.

“So obedient, Jared. Very good.” She brought the glass of wine to her lips again as she watched him, broad chest bared, belly flat and rippling with muscle beneath the taut, bronzed skin. Next came the shorts, which soon joined the shirt in a heap on the cool marble tile. He hesitated only a moment with the blue boxer briefs, the same color as his eyes, but one wordless look from Karen and he hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and slid them down his strong, slender hips. This was the part she delighted in the most, watching when his thick, swollen cock bobbed free of its cotton confines, the head already deeply flushed with color and drooling precum. The veins pulsed, throbbed in time to the beating of his heart, and his heavy balls hung just beneath the thick root of his member. She remembered exactly how he tasted, the salty tang of his sweet precum, and it was a shuddered sigh from Jared that finally drew Karen’s attention away from his magnificent cock. Slowly her eyes traveling up the length of his naked body to meet his, taking in all the scenery along the way. His blue-eyed gaze was riveted to hers, his expression hungry, aroused and apprehensive all at once.

Karen raised her hand from the bath, fingers slippery with bath bubbles and warm water, and she reached for him. He released an aching groan when she found him and began to stroke with all the gentle firmness she had used the last time they met. He throbbed instantly at her touch and the feel of him was like steel sheathed in warm satin.

“Mmm, Jared… it looks like you’ve missed me.” She slid her fingers down, giving that thick base a squeeze, and his hips arched forward almost desperately. “Have you?”

“Oh yes, Mrs. McMillan… God, yes. I can’t think about anything else but you…” His eyes had slipped shut while he rambled, hands clenched at his sides, and he was rocking his hips back and forth now, shamelessly fucking his cock into her hand. Karen took another long sip of wine, then released him and returned her hand to the bathwater. Jared whimpered then, eyes fluttering open slowly as he glanced down at her. His voice was almost as aching as his moan had been. “Please… please don’t stop…”

“You beg beautifully, Jared, but I have plans for you first. Here…” She handed him the glass of wine. He looked at her dubiously but Karen gave him an indulgent smile. “It’s alright. Go ahead and drink it. It’s cold and delicious and it will help you… relax.” She cast a knowing little glance at his raging hard-on. Jared looked slightly sheepish, then obeyed her by draining the contents of the glass. He made a face when he finished and Karen laughed. “You’ll get used to it, I promise. Have a seat, Jared, and pour yourself a bit more.”

She indicated the small wicker stool beside the tub, the one she’d hauled in from her vanity in the master bedroom. The seat was lined with a soft cushion and she watched as he slowly lowered himself and reached for the chilled bottle of wine. While he was busy doing that, Karen leaned back in the tub and found the bath sponge, using it to trail water over the tops of her breasts, revealing them as the suds washed away from her skin. She reached up and cupped one soft, pert breast, guiding her thumb over the swollen nipple. Beside her, Jared sat staring, his wine glass nearly overflowing. Karen smiled again before she spoke: “Mind your drink, darling.”

“Huh?” His voice sounded thick with lust, a bit of the wine splashing onto his feet when he did not heed her warning quickly enough. “Ah, shit.” Only then did he tear eyes away, tipping the bottle back to stop the flow of liquid. He lifted escort bayan the wine glass again and guzzled almost all of the contents he had just poured, as if the drink would make him more prepared for what was about to happen next.

Karen’s Cheshire cat grin returned, grasping both breasts now and massaging them, nipples burning hotly against her palms. “Mmm…” She let her exhale take on a breathy sigh. “Feeling better now?”

He was back to staring again, the glass dangling from one hand. His blue eyes were fixated on her wet, naked breasts, her nipples erect and glistening. Jared’s head nodded up and down in answer to her query.

“I can’t hear you Jared.”

His mouth moved, as if trying to form the words, but snapped shut when nothing came out. When it opened again, he had found his voice. “Yes, Mrs. McMillan. I feel much better.”

“Good. Very good…” She let her fingers slide away then, breasts left bare once more, and one of her hands found the sponge she’d discarded moment earlier. “I want you to take this…” She lifted it from the water, pressed it into his empty hand with a splash of warm bath water. “…and bathe me.”

Jared looked uncertain but took the sponge gingerly, clearing his throat as he did so. Karen laughed at his seeming reluctance. “It’s not hard. You’ve bathed yourself before, haven’t you? Just do the same thing to me. You can start here…” She lifted one slender leg from the bath, letting her heel rest against the edge of the tub. Water trickled from her skin, slid back along her inner thigh, towards the treasures of her body that were still submerged beneath the surface. Karen’s golden-hued gaze watched the progress of the sponge as Jared leaned in, starting near her ankle and drawing it up along her calf.

The sensation caused a smile to spread over her sensuous lips. “Mmm, that’s it darling. If you do a good job, I’ll give you a very nice surprise later…” Karen’s arm rose from where she had left it draped along the edge of the bathtub and her fingers raked themselves through Jared’s smooth blond locks. “Would you like that?”

He seemed wholly engrossed in the task of bathing her, drawing the sponge towards her thigh while his free hand gripped the edge of the tub. But at her question, he looked up to meet her gaze. “I would, Mrs. McMillan… I’d really like that…” He was as eager as a puppy dog and that alone was enough to turn her on. He was very willing and there was so much she planned on teaching him.

Already he was learning. He had started off holding the sponge gingerly but he grasped it more confidently now as he drew it towards the spot near the top of her inner thigh, where her it disappeared beneath the water. Karen gave him careful direction, using her hand to move his sponge towards the spots she wanted him to wash. Her shoulders. Her back. Her stomach. He was soaping up her left breast, gently trailing the sponge along the underside, when she reached for the wrist of his free hand and guided his fingers to her right breast, encouraging him to cup it and fondle her nipple as he worked. The contact of his fingers was almost electric and Karen tilted her head back slightly, shifting her hips below the surface of the water. Jared was watching her, entranced, the sponge held idly in one hand while the other held her breast, his thumb rubbing at her thick nipple. His inexperience was obvious but that was what made it so hot, the fact that he was doing most of this by instinct alone.

“Jared, baby…” Karen trailed her hand along his arm, words spoken in a voice soft and slightly husky with desire. “You are going to make an excellent student… and it’s time for your next lesson.” She slid her hands down from his arm, to the wrist of the hand that was gently stroking her breast, and lifted it gently away. Jared seemed disappointed that his fondling session was over for the moment but Karen knew it wouldn’t last long. She brought his hand to her mouth, kissed the palm of it before doing the same to each of his long, tapered fingers. When she reached his index finger, she not only kissed it, she drew it easily between her lips, tongue stroking along the pad of his fingertip while her cheeks hollowed out with the effort of sucking. Jared groaned and his eyes almost slipped shut, as if there was a direct correlation between that slender digit and the throbbing member between his thighs. When he spoke, his voice was a whimper. “Oh fuck, Mrs. McMillan…”

“Exactly, Jared.” She released his finger with a final lick and a smile that spread across her features. “But first things first…” She leaned forward, gripping both sides of the tub, and pushed herself to her feet. The water sloughed from her flesh in a wave, trickling down the hollows and valleys created by the sumptuous curves of her naked body. Jared sat as still as a statue, gazing up at her with his mouth open and his jaw slack. Karen laughed, tapping him on the chin. “Drooling is really very unbecoming, sweetheart… Hand bayan escort gaziantep me that towel, please.” She nodded towards the rack behind him and he obeyed, still staring at her and moving as though he were in slow motion. Karen took it from him, wrapped it around herself before stepping daintily from the tub. With one swift movement, she reached up and released her hair from its knot, letting luxuriant locks of glossy black waves cascade down over her shoulders.

“Go wait for me in the other room like a good boy.” She leaned down then and claimed his mouth with a kiss that was both sensual and demanding, a brief promise of what might be coming next. “I’ll be joining you in just a moment.”

“Ok, no problem.” Jared moved from the stool and received an affectionate smack on the way out. He jumped, but gave her a sheepish grin over one shoulder before disappearing into the bedroom. Karen made sure he was gone before she began to dry herself with the towel. This was her way of giving Jared a chance to stew in his own juices, to get all hot and bothered for her again before she moved on to the next step in his education. She had already decided, during the time since they’d last seen one another, that Jared was going to become hers. Her personal plaything. Her boytoy. Her love slave. Whatever term she preferred to use, she planned on teaching him everything he needed to know to keep her happy. The boredom she had been trying so hard to stave off a week ago now seemed like a distant memory.

Karen finished toweling off, humming to herself as she applied a fragrant, skin-softening lotion that would seal in the moisture from the bath. Once dry, she rewrapped the towel and strolled her way out into the bedroom, where she found Jared, sitting on the edge of the bed with his thighs spread, eyes closed while he masturbated in earnest. He looked like he was just about to go over the edge, toes curled into the thick nap of the carpet beneath his feet, but Karen stopped that by letting the bathroom door slam loudly behind her. He jumped again and his eyes flew open, his hand moving away from his crotch as if his dick was suddenly too hot to hold on to. He was blushing deeply beneath his tan and Karen made a “tsk, tsk” sound as she approached him. “Now that was very naughty, Jared. Were you going to just spurt all over my bedroom and make a big mess for me to clean up?”

His blush deepened and he shook his head. “No, Mrs. McMillan. I just get so excited… thinking about you…” He looked up at her then and she could see that he was still embarrassed but his hungry desire, his irrepressible horniness, was stronger than his pride. She moved nearer to him and it was easy to step between his widespread thighs. He was just as hard as he had been before, his cock now slick with the precum he had been rubbing into it, and Karen rested her hand on his shoulder, smoothing her palm across the broad expanse of his chest, down towards his belly.

“You know… that’s very flattering, Jared. That you think of me…” He shuddered at her touch and she felt every tremor, her fingers splayed against his skin. “And I can’t really blame you for wanting to touch this all the time….” She had grasped his cock by then, giving a loving squeeze as he groaned. “I know I’ve thought about touching it ever since last week…” Karen’s voice lowered, became even softer, more sensual. “Not just touching it… sucking it, too… and burying it deep inside my pussy….” She released him then and reached up to pull her towel from her body. The coolness of the air-conditioning felt amazing against her bare, still-damp skin and Karen moved away from Jared then, crawling up onto the spacious bed. She lay on her back, letting her hair pool around her head, and spread her thighs wide. Her knees rose, drew up until her feet were planted firmly on the comforter beneath her.

Jared was staring rapturously. With her thighs spread his view of her pussy was unobstructed, her labia pink and swollen, her clit throbbing just above it. The wetness of her juices had pooled up around the lips of her pussy, a glistening jewel beneath the trimmed bush of pubic hair that protected it. Karen, with her eyes on Jared, drew one perfectly manicured fingernail down the juicy wet slit of her cunt, arching her hips off the bed and using her other hand to tug gently at her left nipple. “Mmmm… you see, Jared… this is how I get when I think about your beautiful cock…” Her voice was even sultrier than before, breathless with desire as the boy sitting at the foot of the bed watched her. “I want you to kneel at the foot of the bed… just like you did in the bathroom.”

As always, Jared was more than willing to obey. His dick bobbed as he moved into position and once he was kneeling, baby blue eyes dark with lust, Karen rolled her hips towards him again. The scent of her own arousal was reaching her now, musky and hot. The unmistakable scent of sex. She locked eyes with Jared, using her thumb to trace the outline of her clit. “I want you to eat my pussy, Jared. I know you don’t know how but I am going to show you…” Her words were absolutely wanton but she said them with authority, fully expecting her wishes to be carried out. She went a step further and lifted her hand from her breast, cupping the back of his neck and bringing him in closer against her pussy.

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It’s the middle of November and I only have one exam left to do and then I’ve finished high school. Study day at my mate’s house turned into study lunch and three hours of playing handball in the driveway, talking over dates and figures for the exam. About four o’clock the heat has finally set in and the way-to-early taste summer has absolutely overstayed its welcome. I get on my bike and head for home.

I’m about halfway into a half-hour ride home, most of it along some pretty crummy road, and BANG! – a burst tyre. I don’t know how I manage not to go arse-over-head but somehow I wrestle the bike to the side of the road. Shit. I don’t want to walk the bike home like this – I’ll end up replacing the wheel as well as the tyre. My bearings come back to me though and I realise I’m not far from Gordon and Dina’s place.

Gordon and Dina are friends of my dad and live barely a street away, so I make my way there. The screen door is locked but the front door is clearly open; they must be around the back of the house. I move around the side of the house, making a ruckus as I come through the side gate. Gordon and Dina are out on the back deck sunbaking, Gordon looking like he’s in a coma and Dina is reading the latest Jackie Collins. She sees me and lifts her sunglasses up onto the top of her head.

“Hello, stranger,” she smiles, a big mouthful of bright Polynesian teeth like a flash of lightning in her deeply tanned, olive skin.

“Hi Di,” I say. “Bike crapped out on me. Mind if I use your phone?” (In a world before mobile phones…)

“Go right ahead,” she says. “Grab something cold from the fridge, while you’re at it.”

I lean the bike against the back of the house and climb the stairs to the deck. Gordon looks dead, despite the shallow breathing I see in the rise and fall of his slight paunch, still visible as he lies on his back. He’s a tall man, bit of a Chesty Bond type with blue eyes and blonde hair going white, ex-football player, but like many ex-sportsmen he’s gone to seed somewhat. Good for him he managed to get the love of a gorgeous woman and keep her. Dina is from New Zealand, an exotic Maori-Polynesian blend of beauty with beautiful dark olive skin, long curly black hair, deep brown eyes surrounded by smile-lines. She’s slender without being skinny, with generous hips that don’t leave her pear-shaped, small breasts that don’t leave her flat-chested by any means. I had already whacked off to her in the privacy of my bedroom many times and now it looked like I’d be doing it again in her family bathroom.

Lucky for me their kids, daughters Gray and Janey were away at boarding school, paid for by a compensation settlement provided to Gordon for something I never quite got the details about from my dad. Gordon and Dina both had part-time jobs, where they had to work very little to maintain what they had. Their house was actually smaller than ours but somehow felt more homely. I step into the living room, pick up the phone, and make the call.

“Hello? Is Bob Smith there, please?”

The voice seems a little distant on the phone but Anna, a coworker of my father, recognises my voice. “Your dad’s not here, honey,” she says warmly. “You remember what day it is, don’t you?”

Facepalm time. “Anniversary.” Dad was taking Mum up the coast for the weekend. I have the run of the house… or will, once I get home.

“You bet. He lit out of here early, maybe an hour ago? Said to tell you not to drink his booze but he left you some flash money in the microwave.” Anna chuckles. “Microwave, huh?”

Classic Smith family security there. “Yep.”

I can almost hear her shrug. “Whatever works, hon. You okay?”

“My bike cra…um, my bike had a tyre blowout. I was hoping for a lift home but I think I’ll be okay.”

Anna is unconvinced. “You’re sure? Katrina says she hates blowouts. You know she’s back for a break, don’t you?”

Katrina is Anna’s daughter and something of a competitive cyclist. She’s usually tooling around Europe but sometimes she heads home for a double-hit of summer. Since Anna’s husband died suddenly a few years ago, Katrina’s been making sure to come back home a bit more frequently, I think. Athletic, like her father. Stunning, like her mother.

“No, I didn’t know that.”

Anna sounds like she’s smiling. “You know we’re just down the highway a ways. I’ll drop in tomorrow and bring lunch and you can catch me and Katrina up on how things are going with your exams. Your dad tells us nothing here.” I tell him nothing. “Sound okay?”

Gorgeous woman on the deck outside, two gorgeous women bringing me lunch? What am I, am idiot?

“Anna that’s too much. Thanks. Maybe Katrina’ll save me down at the cyclery from being ripped off too much. I’m thinking about upgrading the bike…”

I can practically hear Anna clapping her hands. “It’s settled then. See you tomorrow.”

I leave my bag on the lounge and make my way down the hallway, swinging the bathroom door shut behind me. Anna’s voice, adıyaman escort bayan Dina’s body – I feel like I’ve got an LAPD police flashlight in my pants. I flip up the seat on the toilet and lean over to my left, trying to catch a glimpse of Dina and Gordon on the deck. I can just see Dina through the gap between their banana lounges…

I roll up the front of my T-shirt underneath itself and undo my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. A tiny bit of pre-cum is drooling out of the tip of my dick and I roll it over the glans with a fingertip as I begin to stroke gently but firmly.

I’m not quite lost in what I’m doing when I hear a noise in the hallway. I just manage to position myself in front of the toilet as Gordon blearily blunders in.

“Oh, hey – ” he starts, “Hi, sorry, Dina said you were here but – sorry.”

“Cheers, Gordon, yeah won’t be a moment.”

He turns to the hallway, waving a hand behind him. “Take your time, son, I’ll take care of it by the lemon tree…”

I take a deep breath but the moment’s gone.

Soft-on.

I wait for a few more breaths until I’m actually able to use the toilet, then flush and wash up.

As I walk into the kitchen to get a drink, Dina passes close by me heading back into the house. I lean close against the door jamb on my side, Dina does the same on hers, a little too close, but I’m already heading into the kitchen and barely register that the tie at the side of her bikini has come undone.

She turns and asks how my dad is.

“On his anniversary weekend away,” I reply, chuckling. “I was going to ask if you or Gordon could give me a lift home?”

“Sure, no problem,” Dina smiles, re-tying the side of her bikini without even looking at what she’s doing. “You might have to stay for dinner though. It’ll be a few hours, I think, before either of us are fit to drive.”

We look out the back door at where Gordon is standing against the lemon tree by the back fence. It’s hard to know by his lean if he’s asleep again.

“It might have to be me who gives you the ride tonight,” Dina says.

“That’s OK,” I reply, “I’m easy.” Dina nods and turns to head back down the hallway.

I open the fridge and there it is, the golden nectar that is Bundaberg Ginger Beer. With a speed I could only have learned from watching mine and my friends’ parents opening old-fashioned beer cans, I have the top off in no time and I’m enjoying the first mouthful. I lean on the sink and look out the kitchen window, watching Gordon come up the steps at the far end of the deck and bend over to root around in the ice at the bottom of the Esky. He slaps himself with handfuls of the cold water, shivering like he’s having a fit, then he reaches down again and pulls out a large water bottle. In a fit of prescience, perhaps he’s trying to sober up a bit.

Drawing a large swig from the bottle he sets it down beside his banana chair, lies back down on it and looks very much like he’s going back to sleep. His faded blue boards shorts show dark splashes where either the water he’s been throwing around – or that he was expelling earlier – have left their mark. I shake my head and turn around, leaning back against the sink, when I hear a clatter and Dina cursing.

I put the glass bottle down on the breakfast table in the eating nook to my left, then head right, into the hallway and move quickly toward the noise. I can hear Dina moving on the carpet of the master bedroom – these old houses were all made off barely a dozen plans. I could navigate this house blindfolded.

“Are you OK?” I ask.

“No,” she calls, “can you help me up?”

I step into Dina and Gordon’s bedroom and it looks like she’s stepped back down off a stool in front of her wardrobe, and tripped somehow. I step over to where she’s lying on the floor, limbs akimbo. “Let me help you up – cross your arms for me?”

She crosses her arms under her breasts and kneeling by her head I reach under her shoulders and lift her up by her elbows, cradling her upper arms in mine. She tries to stand but ends up bringing us both crashing down on the bed.

I look up to see where we’ve landed and I’m sprawled on my back, one arm under Dina, who’s half sprawled on top of me, one arm out to stop herself rolling off the bed away from me and the other splayed up above us both. Her face is close and I can feel her breath in my face.

“My hero,” she smiles, and she rolls over and plants a kiss on my lips. Her skin is soft against my arm and she smells like coconut and she’s still kissing me…

Dina reaches over and holds onto my shoulder, leaning in closer, her lips moving gently against mine. I can feel her tongue trying to gain access to my mouth and the shock finally passes and I’m kissing her back. She gives in to a small moan and pulls back just a bit; our eyes meet and she smiles that huge smile of hers.

“There,” she says, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” A little dazed, akkent escort bayan I shake my head and, leaning steadily on her left side, she runs her hand down my arm, then reaching up to my should runs her fingertips across my chest and down my belly. The tent in my shorts reveals something *is* hard.

“Young men,” she murmurs. “Feels too long since I’ve had a young man… and I’ve been watching you for some time.” She chuckles throatily and says, “I suppose I don’t need to try to set you up with Gray now, do I, to get you to come over here…?”

I shake my head, grinning broadly. “Hell, no,” I murmur, “but what about Gordon?”

She lifts her head and looks over to the door. “I’m sure he’s fast asleep on the deck. Which gives us at least a while…” Dina starts to push up my T-shirt and audibly catches her breath as my belly and chest come into view. I’m not athletic by any means but I’m young and still fairly lean, enjoying my youthful, star-like metabolism. I’ll turn out like my dad, no doubt, but not yet, not soon.

Dina runs her fingernails teasingly down from under the collar of my shirt, which I take as a sign and crunch forward slightly, yanking – and trying not to rip – my T-shirt out from under my body. It ends up by the pillows above us at the top of the bed and Dina starts working the button at zip at the front of my pants.

It’s going to go all the way, I think to myself. Fuck me.

Yes, yes she will. Heheheh…

Dina is still lying across my right arm and I can feel with the tips of my fingers the ends of the ties to her bikini top. I try hard to discern the loops from the ends and finally, in a burst of confidence, pull one end smoothly out from the knot. I can see the edges of Dina’s eyes crinkle in a smile, even as I feel the weight of her released breasts on my chest. She stops trying to undo my shorts with one hand and swings her right leg over both of mine, sitting up straight and resting on my thighs.

“Very smoothly done, young man,” she grins. “Not the first time?”

I smile crookedly. “I figured it’d be more welcome now than it usually is with the girls at pool parties at school. Some of them, anyway…”

Dina raises an eyebrow, then pouts. “You mean I won’t your first?”

The look on my face clearly says it all, given how tied-up my tongue feels. “No – I mean yes! Absolutely! I’ve only got this far in my dreams…”

Dina smiles broadly and says, “Well, let’s make some of those dreams come true.”

The tiny triangles of her bikini top barely cover areolae as broad across as my pinkie finger and as she lifts the flimsy top over her head and shakes her messy hair out of the strings and fabric, her nipples are revealed to be as thick and long as the top of my pinkie finger too. She sighs and stretches her body like a cat, reaches jazz-hand fingers to the ceiling as I simply look up at her and take everything in. It’s hard to imagine in the moment that I might forget it but I still do my best to commit the situation to memory, whatever comes of it.

Dina reaches down and with both hands renews her attack on my shorts. Now with both hands free, I lean up a little and run them up both sides of Dina’s body, from her thighs, along her torso, to under her arms, then trace my fingers along the undersides of her arms and the tops of her forearms until four hands are resting on the buckle of my shorts. I can feel her hands shaking and I suddenly realise she might not be so confident in the situation as she appears.

I lace my fingers in hers and gently push her up and I lay back on the bed, until our arms are outstretched and she is leaning, her back curved, her hair dangling down behind her. She looks so beautiful in the dim half-light of the bedroom, the blinds down to keep out the heat of the day. I begin to pull her back down towards me, even as I sit up, until we loosen our fingers and embrace one another. The feel of her breasts crushed between us against my chest is like a hot-water bottle and our mouths find one another, until we are hungrily pashing like two thirteen-year-olds at a high school disco.

Her skin and hair smell like coconut and her mouth tastes like salt and wine. I can feel sweat beginning (finally!) to start trickling down my back from my hairline and I’m smearing just a few drops across her back, which feels warm, yet cooler than my own body feels. My body feels like it’s ashes in a barbecue, still hot from a fire and being brought back to life by the bellows action of a fantasy coming true.

Dina breaks off the kiss and leans back. “God you’re hot,” she says, running her hands down my arms until she’s holding my hands in hers. She gets up off the end of the bed and steps over to the bedroom door, poking her head through and looking like she’s listening to outside. I can hear nothing.

She steps back in and closes the door gently, then presses a switch by the door. It’s not the light but a ceiling fan I didn’t gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan even realise was there. It starts up lazily but gradually is spinning at a good rate – not fast but creating a very welcome breeze.

Dina steps over to the bed and reaches down as if to undo the ties on the side of her bikini bottoms but I hold my hands up. “Please, don’t,” I say. “Let me.”

She smiles and stays where she’s standing, beckoning me over the bare three feet from the end of the bed. I wait a moment to memorise this vision too: Botticelli’s Venus, with glossy, curly black hair; darkly gleaming olive skin; generous handfuls of breasts; her final modesty covered by a string-tied bikini bottoms. I get up off the bed and step over to her.

I haven’t realised until now that I’m slightly taller than Dina. She stands maybe an inch, and inch and a half, shorter than me but we’ve never stood so close before – I’ve never noticed. I lean down and kiss her lightly in the mouth, her lower lip as she reflexively opens her mouth to mine, one side of her chin, then down her neck, my lips tracing a line down her collarbone and along the top of one breast, lightly flicking a nipple as I move my mouth to the other and do the same, and before she can put her hands behind my head to hold it there, my hands catch hers and pin them gently at the small of her back. I look up as I hear her breath catch in her throat and she half-steps backwards to lean against the wall, looking up to the ceiling and closing her eyes. I take a knee and continue my journey down one side of her belly, peppering the barely visibly stretch marks with baby kisses until that last triangle of fabric is inches from my face.

I rest my forehead on the bottom of her belly as I breathe in deeply, trying to remember this scent, to keep hold of it. My cock is uncomfortably hard and pressing against the flies of my boxers and my shorts, the buttons and the zip strangely painfully pleasurable. Oh, this is going to fuck me up…

Dina is breathing more heavily too and as I release her hands to free up my own for my next tasks, hers flutter down to my head, one resting on the top of my head, the other on her belly. I run my hands up Dina’s legs, cupping her calves until I reach the small of her knees, then splaying my fingers and gently pulling the flesh of the backs of her thighs outward until I reach the tops of her legs and each hand is cupping an arse-cheek. I breathe in deeply and exhale raggedly, causing Dina to shiver slightly and move both her hands to my head, pulling me harder against her.

I finally reach my hands to the ties at the sides of her bikini bottoms, now more certain of myself and being able to see with my peripheral vision some of the strings holding them up. Grasping the ends of the ties in each hand, I draw my hands smoothly out to the sides and the ties undo at the same time. My face is holding the front panel of her bottoms in place but I feel the miniscule weight of the back panel dropping down, so I lean up, gently pressing the top of my head into Dina’s belly and I watch close-up as her bikini bottoms tumble to the floor.

Dina gasps and pushes the back of my head down and all I can feel against my nose and my lips is the coarse wiry curls of her pubes. The aroma is much clearer now, salt again, and a kind of sweetness too and as I kiss the flat of her pussy I can feel under my lips the slippery slit open up, moisture all along its edges.

My tongue is reaching out before I know what I’m doing and I lap as far as it will stick out from the bottom of her cunt to the top. Dina’s breathing is more ragged and I feel one hand leave my head and her hips push forward harder into my face. I keep kissing and licking, practically Frenching Dina’s pussy and as I give another long lick, my tongue meets her fingers coming into her cunt from behind and underneath. She deftly touches my tongue with her fingertips before sinking them into the folds of her pussy, and I kneel down further to change the angle of my own attack.

As I do so, Dina takes both hands and pushes down hard on my shoulders. I’m not sure what she’s doing until I feel her getting her balance and lifting her right leg and resting it on my left shoulder. Her right hand is pressing up against the wall behind her, her left hand now gripping my right shoulder with vice-like strength, and I can hear her force her breathing to slower and become more measured. It’s hard to see, with the darkness of the room and the too-close proximity to my task, but I let the feeling under my tongue be my guide and it seems to direct me true. My own balance is a little off, though, and while on my knees I lean forward onto the wall with my left hand. I feel Dina adjust her leg on my shoulder and soon we are both solidly planted against wall and floor, leaning on one another, dissolving our attention into the pleasures of the moment.

With my right hand now free to roam, I reach up under Dina’s arse and squeeze her left cheek, massaging it gently and enjoying the feel of her now slightly sweat-slicked skin. She moans softly, breathing a little faster and I can imagine her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Her left hand is no longer on my head and I can only assume, if pornography has taught me anything, that she is massaging her breasts and nipples as I continue my own ministrations.

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My name is Thomas Ford and I am a twenty five years old businessman, who is married with no kids.

A week ago I had to attend the wedding of my wife’s, brother in Kansas.

When my wife, Kelly and I arrived at the church for the ceremony my eyes fell on her mother, Lucy. I often fantasized about making love to Lucy, but I could not because of obvious reasons.

While my wife, Kelly was an attractive, brunette with big black glasses, She had a skinny boys body that could not compare with her mothers.

Kelly’s, mother Lucy was an extremely, gorgeous, fifty years old woman with a luscious mane of golden blonde hair and big ocean blue eyes.

Lucy was also seriously stacked with an awesome pair of forty six, Double G melons along with a slim waist, curvy hips, nice rounded ass and long dancer legs on a five foot seven frame.

Lucy worked at a health spa and I was lucky enough to see her in her working clothes which consisted of a tight white, tube top that said “Arnold’s Health Spa” written in black letters across her titanic chest with thong bikini bottoms wrapped around her shapely waist.

The sight of my voluptous mother in law wearing this caused me to immedietly pitch a huge, circus tent inside my pants which Lucy did not fail to notice.

Even though Lucy noticed my considerable hard on she did not say anything, After all I was married to her daughter but I did notice a slight smile on her face as she strutted by me.

My wife, Kelly failed to notice anything going on between her mother and I because she was too busy looking at the huge, health spa Lucy worked in. but I am sure Kelly was jealous of her hot mothers fantastic body.

Lucy’s husband had died of a heart attack a few years before. It was said that Lucy’s lovemaking was so passionate that her poor husband just keeled over, Seeing Lucy’s hot looks and body I did not doubt this story for an instant.

When Kelly and I arrived at the wedding Lucy was wearing a dress that made the most of her over- flowing bosom.

Lucy’s whopping jugs were just the way I liked them an I could hardly keep my eyes off of my foxy, mother in law, throughout the whole ceremony.

When the ceremony was over we all then went down the hall into a banquet area. The voluptous, Lucy was seated opposite me so I had a fantastic view of her great cleavage.

I think Lucy realized her mammoth mammaries had me like a fish on the line, as midway through the speeches I felt something on my leg.

It was Lucy’s bare stocking right foot rubbing the inside of my lower pant leg. Lucy then started to raise her foot higher as I saw her breathing harder, Her huge, boobs heaving.

Lucy then started to rub her foot against the inside of my thigh, I looked at her as she flashed me a sly smile.

I was sitting right next to my wife, Kelly so I could hardly make a suggestion. Fortunetly my wife was talking to one of her relatives and didn’t notice anything.

Lucy then flashed a huge, mega watt smile at me. Lucy’s smile was like the super-model Christie Brinkley’s smile in that it could light up a whole room.

“How are you enjoying the banquet,Tommy?” she asked.

“Fine, Mrs. Brooks.” I replied.

“Oh, please call me Lucy,” she shot back smiling.

“Ok, Lucy,” I responded returning her infectious smile.

I then saw Lucy look at all the banquet treats.

“Tommy, I see that the little square ones are pizza,the little round ones are caviar….and the big round ones are my tits!” Lucy teased giggling as she jiggled her whopping boobies at me and moved her foot up even ateşli gaziantep escort bayan higher till I felt her toes brushing against my enormous, fast rising cock.

Lucy then began to rub my cock back and forth with her talented toes as she tossed her head back, closing her eyes and moaning softly to herself.

I tell you my cock was getting so hard through all her teasing I shot her a meaningful look. I then excused myself saying that I had to go to the john.

I walked along the hallway outside and walked near the restrooms. If my mother in law, Lucy wasn’t just a pricktease I figured she would come out pretty soon.

I then took out a cigarette to smoke and just when I was about to go inside again thinking that Lucy was just a pricktease after all, I saw her walking sexily towards me.

“Hello, Tommy! did you like all my teasing in there?” she asked flirtatiously batting her eyes at me.

“Yes,Lucy I stammered very embarrased.

“Good Tommy, Now what do you think about this!” she responded as she wrapped her long slender arms around my neck and kissed me fully on the lips causing my cock to really strain my underwear.

“Great Lucy!” I answered sheepishly.

“It is good that you married my daughter, Kelly because she is a good woman and will make a good wife to you but I know you really have the hots for me!” Lucy said smiling.

“That is true!” I replied.

“I wan’t you to know Tommy, that I have the hots for you too!” she answered as she grabbed me in a tight embrace locking her lips against mine.

“That’s great to hear Lucy!” I replied smiling.

“If we are going to do anything we had better do it quick before anyone notices us.” Lucy said as I nodded my head in agreement.

Lucy then grabbed my hand and led me into the ladies room and into one of the stalls as she locked the door.

Lucy then pulled me close against her body as she put her tongue in my mouth. The instant she did this my young dick welled up like a helium balloon in my pants.

I then grabbed her giant melons and gave them a squeeze.

“Wow! you are one hot broad! Now let me see those fucking tits!” I commanded as I tugged her flowery pink dress down and yanked off her satin bra.

The instant I took off her bra Lucy’s breasts popped out happy to be free from their confining harness.

Lucy’s boobs were so immense they knocked me backwards a bit when I did this! I then latched my lips on her big right nipple and sucked as my already sizeable cock zoomed up even higher in my pants.

Lucy then helped me take off all my clothes as she then knelt down to suck me off. Lucy then put her boobs up to massage my balls as she blew me.

Man that felt soo good but before I blew my load I just had to fuck her as I then sat down on the toilet seat and guided Lucy on top of my lap.

When I was doing this Lucy quickly took her white, thong panties off and tossed them sexily to the side.

Lucy then fed me her slick cunt to my pulsating cock. Lucy then sat down on me till she was on me till the hilt.

I then carried on where I left off with her tits as she worked her snatch up and down my cock. We were trying so hard to be quiet but our loud grunts and groans must of been pretty bad.

Suddennly we heard the bathroom door open and someone walk inside the restroom and into a stall right next to us.

I then looked at at the next occupied stall and then back at Lucy. Lucy was sitting on my lap smiling at me.

Lucy’s gigantic, naked titties right smack in my face as I couldn’t resist grabbing a big, plump tit and sucking on her nipples making her moan pleasurably.

I bakımlı gaziantep escort bayan then heard the womans voice next door. Worse I recognized the voice of my wife, Kelly.

Kelly asked if that was her mother in the next stall. Thinking fast Lucy said that it was, explaining away all her moaning by saying she thought she ate something bad.

“OOhh, mother!” I hope that you will be ok!” Kelly said all concerned.

“I am sure I will be honey. I just ate something that didn’t agree with me that’s all.” she answered.

“Have you seen my husband Tommy, around?” Kelly then asked.

“No, honey, He probably went out for a smoke or something.” Lucy lied as she held her mouth tightly to keep from laughing out loud as her enormous, round, breasts shook mightily.

Thanks mom.” my wife then answered as she then flushed the toilet, washed her hands and left the ladies room.

Lucy and I were in great relief when Kelly left as we exchanged smiles.

Lucy then started to laugh loudly as her gigantic tits wobbled out of control.

“Tommy, you really owe me one great fuck after I lied my ass off for you like that!”

“Yes, I owe you ate least that!” I answered her as I grabbed her juicy, round, ass in my hands and started fucking her like crazy.

Lucy groaned with every thrust, Her titanic jugs bouncing up and down wildly as she came enormously over and over again.

I then rammed my cock deep inside of her cunt filling it up with come. Lucy then like a female bitch in heat grabbed my cock and sucked it off to another mighty erection.

Lucy then instructed me to get off the toilet seat as she then put the top down and knelt her body on it as she wiggled her shapely ass in my direction.

“Now bang my ass with all that you got baby. I just love it up the ass!” she cried excitedly as I then rammed my bull sized dong right up her super tight hole.

“Harder! Tommy! Harder!” she cried as I kept on ramming away.

“Yes! Baby! Yesss!” she continued to cry as I continued to ram her.

“Oh, god baby, You are hitting my spot, It feels sooo good!” Lucy cried as I felt her voluptous body stiffen as she came mightily again, again and again.

Seeing Lucy come so mightily triggered off my own orgasm as I came just as mightily inside of her.

I then told Lucy that we had better get back to the wedding as we quickly put all our clothes on as I arrived at the banquet table first.

It is amazing how creative you can be when your ass is on the line. I then spun my wife a story that I had gone out for a smoke, gotten confused on what hall the banquet was and then walked around aimlessly for awhile.

I figured my lie must of worked because my wife did not seem at all suspicious. A few minutes later Lucy appeared at the table pretending to still feel sick from the banquet food. Man was she a great actress.

“I think I am going to leave now you guys because I don’t feel at all well.” she said.

“Oh, mother can’t you stay longer? You are going to miss all the dancing?”” my wife asked very concerned.

“Oh, that’s ok. I just enjoyed the main event of the day anyway.” Lucy replied meaning all the hanky panky we had together as she gave me a secret wink my wife missed as she walked sexily away.

I still can’t believe I had gotten away with fucking my wife’s, gorgeous, blonde, stacked mother.

The fun was not over yet though because a few weeks later when I came home from work I saw my wife, Kelly sitting on the sofa next to her mother Lucy.

Lucy was wearing a spandex red mini-skirt, crossing her sexy, long legs, Her enormous,round melons straining the fabric gaziantep bayan escort with her big, plump nipples fully erect. Just seeing her this way caused my cock to stir in my pants as she and her daughter looked up at me smiling.

“Honey, I am going on my annual two week long business trip and I decided to surprise you by getting my mother down here to keep you company while I am gone!” Kelly said happily not knowing that she had played right into our hands by getting her mother with me for me to fuck!

“Ok, Kelly. That sounds like a good idea!” I replied as I waved to Lucy giving her a lustful look that she returned to me.

The very next day Lucy and I, drove my wife to the airport.

“You two have fun together. I will see you in two weeks.” Kelly said as she got out of the car and took off for her plane.

“Don’t worry we will!” Lucy and I said in unison as we tried not to laugh out loud. The moment Kelly was out of sight we took off down the road back towards my house. I could not wait to fuck my wife’s, sexy, mother again.

While I was driving back to my house I then felt Lucy’s hand descend on my lap giving me an instant hard on.

“What do you think of me sweetheart!” Lucy said sexily as she unzipped me fly.

“I think that you are a very exciting woman!” I shot back.

“Good. because I am about to excite the living hell out of you.” she said as she sprung my dick free and lowered her head and began sucking me off big time.

Dreams do come true. Being alone in your car while your sexy, mother in law, gives you a blow job. But just when I was about to come a police officer stopped us for speeding as we pulled over to the side of the road.

So instead of an explosion all I got was a mere fizzle.

When the cop came up to us Lucy quickly explained everything away that we were just lovers in heat and we were not watching the speedometer as it climbed higher and higher. I told you before that she was a great actress.

Once the cop got a good look at Lucy’s great looks and body all was forgotten as he gave us a quick warning and let us go. As soon as the cop let us go Lucy instructed me to pull into a darkened driveway.

When I pulled into the darkened driveway and stopped the car Lucy started to take off her clothes and instructed me to do the same. This was one crazy broad and I loved it!

Lucy then pulled off her pantyhose as she told me to get into the backseat.By the time Lucy got into the back she was completely naked,her humongous tits and juicy, pussy, quivering in anticipation, her legs spread open wide, as I joined her.

“See anything you like?” Lucy asked smiling.

“I see a lot I like!” I exclaimed happily as I drooled over her mind-boggling 46GG-22-36 physique as she tossed her head back and giggled uncontrollably making her super- voluptous body, quiver even more.

“Your bod is not bad either, Look at the size of that dong of yours,it’s growing bigger and bigger by the second.”

“OOHH, my god! It’s throbbing now!” Lucy continued on exclaiming in excitement as she watched my monster dong twitch.

“And can you blame it?” I asked making Lucy and I laugh heartily,As I then rode Lucy like a wild stallion with me on top and her on the bottom as we went at it like a couple of very, horny teen-agers.

“Ohh! Tommy,You are the absolute best lover. The creme de le creme!” she moaned as I massaged her massive mammaries while fucking her.

This time when I came….it was an absolute monster!

After all the sex we put our clothes back on and drove back to my house.

When we got back to the house though all our clothes were off again as I banged her all over my bed.

When Kelly came home we all arranged to have her mother, Lucy keep me company every time that Kelly had to go on one of her long business trips.

This arrangement suited us just fine especially, Lucy and I. My wife, Kelly still doesn’t know what is going on between her mother and I and I am not about to tell her because I am having too much fun fucking her gorgeous, super-stacked, blonde mother, Lucy!

THE END?

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*Part 1: In moments Ryan knocked and I opened the door. It took a moment to register that Ryan was staring at me, thats when I remembered my pj’s. A white cotten nightgown that unconsciously screamed virgin. He groaned as if in pain, threw my jacket into my apartment, stepped through the door, slamme it shut after him, and pulled me into his arms, all in a matter of seconds. As his mouth crashed down on mine all I was thinking was that I hoped whatever he had in mind would take longer then it took him to get into my apartment…*

* * * * *

From the minute that Ryan stepped into my apartment, he took control, and I was all too happy to let him.

His mouth crushed hotly against mine, our tongues battling for a taste of each other. I couldn’t seem to think past what he was doing with his mouth, he seemed to know that I liked it when he would lightly bight my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth. I was so engrossed in his kisses, that I didn’t notice that he was pulling my nightgown off until I had to break our kiss for him to pull it over my head. He kissed me again, and his hands burne paths alng my body, everywhere that he could reach.

I managed to remove his jacket and buttoned shirt as he kissed and sucked down my neck. Everywhere that he touched was aflame. I couldn’t seem to touch him enough, bayan escort gaziantep to get enough of him.

When his mouth reached my breast taking my right nipple into is hot mouth, I stopped thinking.

He moved back and forth between my breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking hotly, and squeezing the one not getting the same attention. He knew to squeeze hard, I liked his calloused hands, and I liked it when he would use them roughly, especially against my breasts. Ryan pulled me down to the floor, and I thankfully sank onto the carpet moments before my knees would have given out underneath me. The only barriers between us were my white lace panties, and his jeans. He left my breasts and licked and kissed down my torso until he reached the waistband of my panties.

He used his teeth to remove the lace from my body. He pulled away for a moment but was back after removing his jeans and underwear. There was nothing between us. There was no move to get off the floor and I didn’t think that I could move if I wanted to. Ryan’s weight was on my as he kissed my neck. I could do little but gasp for air as he continued his passionate assault. In between kisses I could hear him talk. He told me that he knew I was a virgin, that he would cim cif gaziantep escort bayan try to be careful, but he couldn’t promise anything, he wanted me too badly. I pulled his head to my breast, urging him to take my nipple into his mouth as I told him that it didn’t matter. I wasn’t worried about pain, or discomfort, my entire body ws humming with what he was doing to me.

I could feel his cock, erect and throbbing against my thighs. I reached one hand down to take it into my palm. As I lightly gripped the silky hardness Ryan groaned and scored my nipple with his teeth.

I didn’t have time to be embarrassed by the wetness between my legs, the wetness that I was sure that Ryan noticed. All I wanted was for him to put his cock inside me, it was the only thing that I could focus on. I was groaning and telling him to fuck me as I felt his weight shift to enter me.

“Fuck me” I gasped. “Fuck me…PLEASE..Fuck me”

I could feel the tip of his member being cradled at my opening, I tried to shift my hips up to him, but he held me to the floor. It seemed like forever until I felt him move slowly into me. He was taking his time, trying to make it comfortable for me, I could feel the strain in his muscles from him trying to cinsel bilgiler kep from forcing himself into me with one thrust. I wanted that one thrust. I wanted him to fill ne until I thought I would die with it. I ran my hands down his back and grasped the hard globes of his ass. I pulled him down to me as I thrust my hips up to him. He plunged into me in one thrust. There was a second of pain, but it was gone, covered by the feeling of coming home, which was overtaken by exquisite pleasure. He held himself inside, not moving for a moment, groaning.

He then levered himself over me and began to move. He started slowly, trying to make it easier for me, but I wanted it harder and faster.

“Harder! Harder! I want to feel you all the way through me”

Ryan groaned louder, and pushed harder, and farther into me. So deep, he thrust so deep. I was in a frenzy, trying to reach something, just out of my grasp. He pumped faster, and harder, and faster still. He gave a final powerful thrust and I lost it. I was screaming and moaning and quivering as I felt the warm blast of his sperm inside me. The feeling was so wonderful, no barriers between us. Ryan had collapsed on top of me, and I didn’t want him to move.

“Ryan, I love what you do to me.”

He laughed. He went to pull away, but I didn’t let him.

“I’m not finished with you yet. you started something, and you have to finish it.”

He levered himself up to look at me.

“I didn’t get a chance to pay any attention to this {I clenched my inner muscles on his softened cock} You owe me.”

He wanted to know what I intended to do.

“I don’t know what to do… but I figure that you’ll tell me what you like…”

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It started out as a bit of a joke, looking at pictures on the internet of an old, large, fat, shaven woman who had posted over 500 images of her body. Some showed her partially dressed, some naked, some having sex, masturbating, and inserting objects into her cunt, even having sex with several men at one time. She looked like an aged aunt or perhaps a cleaning lady, cellulite dimpled thighs, rolls of fat covering her cleanly shaven mons, huge flaccid breasts resting on her stomach with a friendly florid round face that gave the impression she had walked off a farm.

After discovering this group I thought it great fun to flick through the hundreds of shots what a laugh, but the more of her I saw the more turned on I was becoming. Each day she posted new pictures at around lunchtime gradually I started to look forward to seeing what position she would be adopting what would her fat legs be wrapped around today, a dildo, some old guys head, a torch, assorted vegetables just about anything vaguely phallic appeared welcome inside her. Or would she be laid out naked in some crappy old car with some losers grubby fingers buried in her ample cunt. Her pictures represented a sordid underworld that my affluent middle class lifestyle seldom came across but increasingly I wanted to be a part of it having the balls to initiate a contact was the difficult part.

I sat down to eat a sandwich logged into her group and called up the latest image `Two at a Time` no prizes for guessing what was going on, an overweight hirsute middle aged man was taking her from behind while she gave a balding pensioner a blow job. Her belly and tits hung down on the gaudy bedspread all appeared to be enjoying themselves. The next picture posted was her outdoors sitting on a chequered blanket, neat hair, pearl earrings, bare chested empty tits sagging down with pale nipples pointed at the ground. Her spotted skirt had risen up to her waist revealing the trademark shaven pussy, her cunt lips were puffy and what appeared to be cum was seeping out on to the rug. There was cum seeping out in my office I had never been so turned on by a picture yet this woman was ugly, fat, dirty and around twenty years older than me.

I emailed her to explain my reaction to the pictures not really expecting a response but she mailed back immediately with a picture of her spread eagled across the front of an old Toyota with a fat hairy bald male fucking her from behind, her head was turned to the camera a broad grin across her moon face. Beneath she asked me some basic details about myself and explained that she was married with an older disinterested husband and liked afternoon sessions especially outdoors. Over the following days we mailed each other frequently discussing her sex acts and what I would like to do to her, she claimed to live around fifty miles from my office but I was skeptical half expecting the whole thing to be a fraud, then she mailed me a telephone number and asked me to call, it was the correct area code for the town in which she claimed to live, oh shit what was I getting into.

The following afternoon I wrote the number on a post it and plucked up the courage to call her, it must be a con, one of those premium rate chat lines. antep escort bayan On about the third ring she picked up a small, smoky, sexy voice with a West Country accent who after basic introductions started to describe in graphic detail her likes and dislikes the former were too numerous to mention the latter severe bondage and sex with other women. My erection was rampant I was oblivious to anything that was happening in the office outside my door, she asked what I would like to do to her, bend her over my desk play with her till she was very wet slowly using her cunt then move on to her ass parting her big fat cheeks before entering her back passage and fucking her roughly. Then withdrawing and letting her clean every inch of my rapidly shrinking cock.

“Well I am free three weeks Friday in the afternoon but I have to be back by 4.30 to cook the old mans dinner” she said as though I had asked when she would next be out shopping, she then went into considerable detail about how all her holes would be available on any properly arranged meeting. I was dumbstruck yet incredibly excited I had just arranged a rendezvous with a fat ugly slut old enough to be my mother but was more aroused than I had been in years.

Over the intervening weeks I wrestled with my conscience what on earth was I doing I have a beautiful wife, a great family, a varied and exciting sex life, several times each day I vowed to mail her and cancel but somehow I never got around to it, usually my resolve weakened around lunchtime after I had seen the latest pictures. The agreed date arrived, as I have my own business it was not difficult to create an excuse that would free up the afternoon, my sat nav directed me to a cul de sac I pulled into a parking bay at the end and called her. Less than five minutes later an old lady waddled down an alleyway barely recognisable as the wanton slut I had viewed in hundreds of pornographic pictures.

She looked older, fatter and in her cheap chain store clothes rougher than I had visualised. She leaned over touched my thigh and we started making small talk, her rounded vowels brought me back to the dirty slut I had talked to several times and as we drove I started to see her more as the hyper active sex object featured in her photos and less as a tired middle aged woman. At her suggestion we headed to a small forest near the motorway about fifteen minutes drive a beautiful place with lots of back roads and stopping places where people go for walks or to exercise their dogs. She knew a spot that was quiet with a large flat log that had featured in many of her photos, we drove off the track and parked behind a small copse.

Her smile appeared slightly crooked as I leaned across and stroked a very large thigh, I reached the crease at the top of her leg and felt the overhang of her belly there were no knickers concealed in her flesh.

“I thought you might be impatient and I like to feel fresh air between my legs” she explained

Her pubic area was like Velcro where she had shaved badly and not within the past day, I felt into her cunt that to my amazement was already damp. Slowly my fingers played with her lips digit by digit entered araban escort bayan her with four fingers buried to the knuckle she pushed forward against my palm. After a minute or two she withdrew my arm and gently sucked her pungent juices off each finger in a manner that had come straight from a seventies German porn film, God I loved it. My cock was bulging against my zipper so hard that it hurt.

Once my hand was clean she leant over and undid my flies, my penis sprang out and vibrated like a springboard after the diver had departed. She kissed the head her tongue working into the eye then sucked the shaft of my prick deep into her throat, it felt so good.

Reclining in my car seat I looked down on what was being done to me with an air of detachment, it was surreal to watch this old granny`s head bobbing up and down in my lap. The feelings in my groin encouraged me back into participation I grabbed her solid permed hair with its grey roots and restricted her movement to the top third of my cock pulling back slightly so her teeth ran tantalisingly along my length. It was not what I had intended but who cares I held her head still and started to fuck her mouth she swallowed me expertly without a murmur of objection within minutes I was pumping cum down her throat as she sucked greedily on my rapidly shrinking penis. Not a single drop fell on the leather seat and my cock was spotless.

Slowly regaining my composure I looked across the car she was beaming her smudged lipstick formed a bright red gash through her round face, she leaned over and kissed me, her salty tongue probing deep into my mouth my cock stirred involuntarily.

I suggested we get out for a walk it was an overcast autumnal afternoon but not too cold and I wanted to see the log on which I had seen her photographed in many poses. It lay four hundred yards further into the woods well hidden from the road, with a bridal path at the rear shielded by some brambles. As we walked I made small talk about the weather and the views interspersed with the occasional lewd suggestion, she gently smoothed my cock and grinned. As we approached our destination she turned, tilted her head up and invited my mouth onto hers, our tongues entwined probing each others teeth like teenagers. I groped her massive tits outside her blouse then undid a few buttons and played with her hard nipple, she reached inside her shirt and pulled the bra down freeing both pendulous bosoms then went back to massaging my dick.

I looked down at her and was surprised at the paleness of her nipples they were large but only slightly darker than the vast expanse of lily-white tit. I turned and sat on the flattened log pulling her toward me, I took the right breast in two hands massaging the nipple between thumb and forefinger, it was now level with my mouth gently at first I licked then sucked hard on her elongated bud. My teeth grated on her flesh and goose bumps rose on her chest, my right hand moved out of her shirt and up her skirt she shuffled her legs apart giving me easy access to her knickerless fanny. My hand caressed her pitted thigh then fingers slid into her dripping cunt, as I bit down on her nipple gaziantep arap escort bayan she rubbed hard against my hand.

This continued for an age me biting and sucking on her ample tits while she ground her cunt onto my hand gyrating her hips in a small circles, her eyes closed and her breath came in shorts gasps, this vastly experienced slut was cuming on my hand. She bent her knees and pushed all her weight forward trapping my hand against my leg but still deep inside her then she pulled my face tight into her chest almost suffocating me and gave a long trembling sigh.

I moved her over and she rested with one hand on the log by my side, her leg still across mine and my hand gripping her pubic mound three fingers slithering around her clit. With my left hand I gently removed her tit from my face then started to explore her arse cheeks, parting them my thumb found her hole drawing some moisture from the lips of her cunt I gently lubricated the entrance to her back passage before pressing my thumb deep into her. She quickly relaxed and pressed back pushing me further up her arse and then again started to gently gyrate on my hands.

By this stage I was bursting I desperately needed to fuck her sensing this she pulled my hands out of her and again licked off her own juices lingering on the thumb that had so recently been three inches deep in her bum. She stood upright moved over then leant forward resting her forearms on the smooth, damp wood, I stood and watched as she pulled her skirt up over her bum then spread her legs and asked which hole I wanted first.

The lips around her cunt were swollen and puckered glistening with moisture from the earlier exertions, my cock was rigid poking out of my trousers, strange but I could not remember her getting it out. I undid and dropped my pants moved behind and slid my cock from the back of her cunt to the top of her arse. I gently squeezed her cheeks together sandwiching my penis in the soft flesh, the head of my cock probed her arsehole pushing in half an inch rested then withdrew. I moved down and dipped into her cunt, again just half an inch my intention had been to continue this teasing for some time but when I felt her warm, wet and surprisingly tight around my cock all self control evaporated and I slammed everything I had into her holding her hips my cock pounded against her yielding flesh an even pace became established she pushed back against me on the up stroke ensuring the maximum penetration. I tried to concentrate on the trees, on some red blemishes on her arse anything to prolong the act, but it was little use after a couple more strokes I felt her judder and tense this was enough to bring me off, streams of spunk shot into her the next few strokes brought more then I was spent and leant forward resting on her back my cock still inside with streams of fluid running down my balls and thigh.

Eventually I withdrew and sat back down on the log she lifted her skirt and plonked her naked arse next me her huge breasts still hung loosely outside her blouse, my trousers and boxers dangled around my ankles we must have looked ludicrous. She looked across and smiled, we drew breadth and admired the countryside after about fifteen minutes she asked if we were finished and should she dress or was I going to fuck her arse as requested prior to the meet. I had to explain that this was one treat that would have to wait until we had a hotel room and a little more time.

When we eventually got to fix up the next meeting it would not be for eight weeks but then things got really dirty…

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Michael was ready for tonight. After three dates he knew exactly what Carmen liked. Starched dress shirt, open collar, jeans (tight!) and hair that takes fifteen minutes to achieve the “I do not care look”. This girl was hot and by every account, a virgin. Michael was getting a semi just thinking about tonight. After three dates, kissing and heavy petting, his confidence was high. He would be Carmen’s first. Just thinking about how tight she would be had him excited.

Meanwhile, Carmen was getting ready. At twenty she had not been with a boy yet. There were quite a few she had thought would take her flower but, it just did not happen. After three dates with Michael she knew exactly what he liked. Short skirt, lace frilled shirt and no bra. Why do some guys have such a problem with undoing bras anyway?

A spritz of perfume and she was ready. Almost. Still the final decision of panties, which ones to wear of course! It was a matter of the mood and… for how long! As she perused those special few reserved such an occasion her Mother knocked at the door.

“Honey, are you getting ready?”

“Yes Mom. I am dressed. You can come in.”

Carmen closed the dresser drawer as her Mother opened the bedroom door. Carmen gave a little turn, her black skirt showing her flawless skin well above the knee. “How do you like my outfit?”

Seeing her daughter dressed so provoticavily it took a moment for Carly to form a response. With a forced smile she answered, “Honey, you look great.”

She hoped her smile was not as transparent as she felt. It was obvious Carmen was ready for more Antalya travesti then just a night out. A Mom knows these things.

“When is Peter picking you up?”

With a twinkle Carmen answered, “At 6:30. I told him not to be late. We want to have dinner at Simone’s and then see the late movie.”

“Well, it is after 6:00 now. Would you mind a suggestion?”

Carmen’s brow furrowed. Tonight she was ready to feel his hard cock inside…well her. Deep inside. Her entire apparel was based upon what made Michael happy. Carmen wanted Michael’s ‘excitement’ to start when he first laid eyes on her. Her response was a hesitant, “Depends what you suggest.”

“Honey, guys need to know who is in charge. If Michael arrives early stay in your room. Make him wait.”

Seeing the look in her daughter’s eyes she quickly added, “Not long, maybe 15 or 20 minutes. Take that time to make yourself perfect for him. If he is late, well, even longer. Make sure he knows not to be late again.”

Carmen thought about this for a moment. Mom knows best! With a smile she answered, “OK. Will you take care of him?”

With a mental sigh of happiness Carly told her she would certainly take care of Michael when he arrived, “Just stay in your room until I call you.”

Carmen was ecstatic. Tonight she would finally get what she wanted and unbeknownst to her Mom, she was helping achieve this.

The doorbell announced Michael’s arrival.

Carmen’s belly tightened. Carly’s belly tightened. Michael’s belly was just queasy.

Carly composed herself and walked to the door. İstanbul travesti She did not even look upstairs as she approached, opened and invited Michael into her house, “Michael! Come on in. Carmen is almost ready”

Michael thanked her while looking around for Carmen, “Good evening M’am.”

His smile was beautiful, full of white teeth. Combined with his green eyes and dark hair, any woman would be lured by his looks. Desire emanated from him in soft subtle waves.

“Carmen will be down in just a moment. You know girls, waiting to the last moment to make things perfect. Can I get you anything, anything at all?”

Looking into Carmen’s mothers eyes Michael felt a stirring in his pants. Was she hitting on him? ‘Anything at all’ to a young man meant more then a soda. For the first time Michael looked at Carly as a sexual being. Low cut top, cleavage visible with a skirt that stopped just above her knees. As she turned to usher him into the den, there was defiantly no panty line.

She turned her head, catching Michael staring at her ass, adding a wiggle she said, “Is there anything you would like? I’m sure Carmen will be down in a few minutes.”

“Uh, no thanks though.”

“Are you sure sweetheart? I always like to see her dates start off well.”

Again her smiled overwhelmed him. Michael stood there staring at this sexy woman. He imagined what she looked like without the blouse and skirt.

“Sweetie, are you OK?”

His fantasy interrupted he found her sitting on the edge of a straight back chair, “Michael come here a moment.”

He İzmir travesti walked to her and stopped just out of reach. She looked up, that smile working its magic, “Come here silly. You have something on your pants.”

Michael stepped forward and was now standing over this beautiful creature and noticed a great view down her blouse. She leaned in a bit and with her right hand brushed at something on his pants, just inside his left thigh. So intent with peeking at her tits Michael did not notice her brushing getting closer to his ever-growing dick.

Her voice husky Carley moved from brushing to caressing and said, “Michael. I want tonight to be special.”

Her blue eyes looked up into his green. There was no doubt about what would happen next.

Carly slowly reached up to the zipper on his jeans and gently pulled it down. She never stopped, every action smooth and under control. Slipping a hand inside his pants she found a young and rapidly hard dick.

Maintaining her gaze into his eyes she murmured, “Hmmmh. Just what I was hoping for. C’mere baby. Let momma make you feel all better.”

She pulled the quickly hardening cock out and quickly enveloped the head of the teenagers ‘manhood’. Her tongue swirled around it causing Michael to groan, rather loudly.

Carly knew from experience how quickly most teen-agers would cum. She stroked his shaft and sucked hard on its tip. As she reached inside again to cup his balls the moment of truth arrived.

She thought, “Quicker then I thought!”

His hot cum filled his mouth. Swallowing all Michael had to offer her smiled returned. Tonight would be fine for her daughter and she knew why.

“Sweetie, I know exactly how you taste and I WILL take another test later tonight.”

Wiping her lips Carly called upstairs, “Honey, Michael is here and you should not keep him waiting!”

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Background In The White Trash Trailer Park:

The following story is an account of the wild experiences that a friend of mine had fucking my trailer park step-daddy, and the four older men I recently fucked. Three were very distinguished and very powerful men, the other of course was my trailer park step-daddy too! Although they were distinctively different from one another, they all had one thing in common. Each possessed a huge cock! The biggest cocks I’ve ever seen or fucked, one if which was utterly frightening!

The wicked part of the story is that I have just turned 18 seven months ago, and that I also just got married a week ago. In addition to fucking my 54 year old white trash step daddy on my 18th birthday I also sinfully fucked a 57 year old German ad agent and, my 59 year old father- in –law, a week before my wedding, and just recently, my husband’s new 71 year old black boss, who I fucked two days after my wedding!

My name is Kelly. I have won six different beauty contests and over thirty different bikini contests. I have been modeling since the age of 15, doing swimsuit ads and calendars for modeling agencies in Florida. When I was doing bikini competitions I used a fake ID to conceal my age. Once judges or photographers saw my body there was no need to see an ID.

I have an amazing body that developed by the time I was 13 and by the time I was 15, I was already experienced sexually. I don’t mean to sound conceited, but the fact is I am gorgeous in a very naughty and sexy kind of way and I am very aware of the hot body I have, and that it drives every man who sees it crazy. I stand 5’9″ tall and weigh 105 fat free pounds and my perfectly flawless milky white body measures 32D-22-33.

Men go wild for my body because I am so skinny (my ribs are quiet noticeable), and that I have very large round breasts with huge dark brown nipples that stick straight up and out, and are always obvious. Because of my slender thin body I can do many types of modeling ads. When I am doing a shoot with my hair in pig tails and dressed in a pleated skirt and sneakers with loose fitting tops, I have a young innocent pre teen look. Because of my firm 32D breast I can instantly transform from this innocent little school girl look, to a devilishly trashy 18 to 20 year old naughty teen look. When I am wearing an ultra skimpy bikini and high heels for that sinfully hot swimsuit brochure or calendar you would not even recognize me from that shy innocent school girl with the pigtails. This is due to my perfectly round 32D tits and my long hard one inch brown nipples that sinfully poke through the tiny thin material quite purposely and visibly.

My skin is extremely white, almost pale and my hair is long and blond. One of my best features is my very long and wide pair of nipples. They extend off my round 32D tits an inch and are as wide as a nickel. My nipples are extremely sensitive and are always sticking up to the ceiling in an engorged and excited way; this is due in part because I know my hot body is constantly being looked and fantasized about. I love to show my perfect body off and especially love the effect it has on all men. I always wear tight clinging tops that are very sheer and almost never wear a bra unless it’s for a modeling assignment. Sometimes I’ll wear a sexy lace bra to a trendy club, with the purpose of highlighting my huge dark brown nipples. My nipples have been an asset, especially today when it is popular for models to show large protruding nipples in ads featuring lacy bras, lingerie and sheer bikinis. My legs are perfect too. They are long and very slender without the slightest mark on them. When I am posing with my long legs together and I am bent slightly forward with my back to the camera lens, the tops of my thighs don’t touch. This gives a nice V shape allowing daylight to shine through. I wear a size 10 shoe, which is the perfect size for modeling high heels.

Before I moved to Miami for my modeling carrier I grew up in a run down white trash trailer park in Southern Mississippi. It was your typical inbred Deep South white trash trailer park where the government welfare check supports everyone; especially the low life males who live there. Most girls in the white trash trailer park have at least two kids by the age of 15; generally by different fathers, and some commonly have them with their own relatives.

Although I had friends who were pregnant at age 15, I knew I was getting out of that depressed trailer park to start a modeling career. It wasn’t as if I didn’t like fucking, because I loved to fuck. I had a body that every guy wanted, including my step daddy Earl, but I wasn’t going to have a ton of kids and get fat and live the rest of my life in some dumpy white trash sewer. I was smart enough to realize that I had a body that Ankara travesti could help me obtain anything I desired, and what I desired were men who were wealthy, powerful and very successful. These were the types of upscale men who wanted a sexy 18 year old model with a hot body and who would eagerly spoil and pamper her for the opportunity to fuck.

Once I turned 18 I started competing in swim wear and beauty contests and got a taste of what life outside the trailer park was like, and I loved it. The lifestyle was so much more classy then the red neck life of the trailer park. The other part of the lifestyle I loved was the attention I got from all of the older successful men that were judging the competitions and contest. They were always vying for my attention and had a lot to offer a sexy 18 year old model. These were successful men who like me were very ambitious and motivated to achieve success. They were professionals in the community and who were invited to judge a beauty or bikini competition.

It was so exciting to fuck these ambitious men because they spared no expense when it came to entertaining and spoiling me before getting me into bed. It was just real sexy to be in a nice classy hotel with room service instead of that dingy run down trailer I lived in. I really enjoyed fucking these successful men. It wasn’t to guarantee that I would win the competition, because my body was very hot and I won every competition without fucking a judge. It was also such a turn on to being fucking a professional guy who dressed stylishly and was a bank president, a lawyer, or doctor or politician, instead of some grimy toothless mechanic. These men enjoyed fucking a sexy young model and showed their appreciation by lavishing me with expensive gifts, classy hotels with room service and taking me to trendy restaurants and clubs and sparing no expense on me.

When they ordered expensive bottles of Champagne they would make a joke saying that they shouldn’t allow me drink because I wasn’t 21. They that I was 18, but they would have passed out if they knew that they were fucking an 18 year old girl from an inbred white trash trailer park! My body opened up a lot of doors and was a great asset to me and I knew how to use it to my every advantage.

Like I said by the time I was 18 I was already fucking and quite skilled at it. In the trailer park fucking starts at an early age, usually with the help of some family member. As I said the only difference with me was that I knew I wasn’t going get pregnant because, I was determined to be a model and wanted out of this low life lifestyle, so I was on the pill at 16 which was the age most girls in the trailer park were actively fucking.

I learned a lot about fucking from secretly watching my mother. She would bring home a different guy from the truck stop where she worked every weekend and I got my fair share of skills from watching her or some porno movies that were around while she was at work. So I got a lot of opportunities to practice what I learned from watching dear old mom and those hot porn tapes. Being the sexiest cheerleader which the hottest body in school made me very popular with every guy, especially the jocks, and even a few teachers!

I remember when I was 17 my mother married a guy named Earl. Earl was the typical red-neck who never worked a day in his life and just sat around while my mother went off to work drinking beer and watching TV. Earl was older then my mother, she was 36 and he was 54. She had me when she was 15 like all of the white trash girls in the trailer park did. Earl was real thin and scrawny. He was only 5′ 4″ tall and barely weighed 90 lbs. He had scraggly brown hair and was missing most of his teeth.

Earl went from one trailer to the next leeching off one dumb woman after another, usually knocking each one up before he walked out. Living in a trailer park everyone knew everybody’s business. Before Earl met my mother I had heard a lot of rumors about him having a huge cock. I have a friend named Betsy who just turned 20. She was a cheerleader with me in high school. Although she is 20, she looks more like she is about 12. Betsy is 5’8″ tall and weighs 95 pounds. She has freckles all over her pale skin and a skinny girlish figure which is almost boyish. Her measurements are 31AA-22-32. She has a flat chest with two little pink nipples that stick out like erasers. Even though Betsy is thin and young looking she has fucked a lot of boys and a few older men too.

Betsey told me that two years ago when she had just turned 18, my step dad Earl was coming around and was fucking her mom almost daily for a month. One day when her mom had gone out of town she caught Earl fucking her Grandma. She said she watched them going at it and almost died when she saw the size of Earl’s huge cock and how he was using it on her sexy 49 year old grandma. Yeah, that’s right Betsy, her mom and her grandma, are all 16 years apart. She said that as Earl was fucking her grandma she nearly passed Konya travesti out when she saw the size of his enormous cock. She never imagined that a cock could be so huge, especially on such a skinny short guy. She said her grandma was going wild moaning about how she never fucked such a huge cock before and how much she loved the way he was fucking her. As Betsy told me this I began to think, “Now I know what all the screaming is about coming from my mothers’ bedroom.”

The Action Begins:

I almost died when Betsy admitted to sucking Earl’s great big cock then fucking him herself. She said that after watching her grandma get pounded by Earl’s huge cock for over three hours straight, and watching the enormous loads of cum that exploded from it, the only thing she could think about was getting a chance to fuck him herself. Betsy had fucked about ten guys and was fucking a high school senior jock at the time named JoBob who was on the football team. She said compared to Earl, JoBobs cock and all the other guys she’s fucked looked like tiny worms next to his huge cock!

She told me that after seeing Earl’s great big cock and the way he fucked, and how her grandma couldn’t stop cumming from the way his huge cock was hitting her stretched out pussy, she was going crazy herself and knew she had to fuck him too. After a few weeks of nearly going insane with lust and being consumed with the images of Earls huge cock fucking into her grandma and the way his huge cock shot off, she came up with a plan to fuck him.

She asked Earl if he could pick her up from school after cheerleading practice and take her to a cheerleading exhibition that was at another high school an hour away. Betsy brought a change of clothes in her cheerleading bag to school to purposely turn Earl on. She remembered her grandma fucking Earl dressed in a pair of tan thigh high stockings and brown high heel pumps and thought how sexy she looked and how much Earl seemed to like that look.

She said that because of her girlish skinny body she wanted to look older and wanted to send Earl a clear message that she was dressed for fucking him and wanted to get to know every inch of his huge cock. Betsy went to her grandma and told her that she was going out on a date to celebrate her 18th birthday with her boyfriend JoBob and really wanted to look hot for him and drive him crazy, even though it was Earl she was planning on turning on and fucking. Her grandma was more then happy to help and she showed Betsy all of her hot lingerie and let her pick out whatever she wanted.

Betsy ended up borrowing the same pair of sheer tan thigh high stockings and a sexy pair of open toed brown high heel pumps that her grandma wore when she fucked Earl the other week. As for a bra Betsy would wear the sexy lace strapless bra that she wore under her prom dress. It was so sheer you could read a newspaper through it. When she tried it on her tiny pink nipples poked right through the thin material and were easily visible from the other side of the room when she walked away from the mirror. This white strapless bra with a sheer white blouse was just what she wanted to wear for Earl.

After cheerleading practice Betsy came out to Earl’s truck. She was wearing her cheerleader uniform because she wanted him to think that was what she was going to wear to the competition. About two miles up the road she asked Earl to pull into the gas station so that she could use the bathroom. She brought her bag in with her and began to change.

Betsy put on the sexy white lace strapless bra which clearly showed the outline of her hard nipples as they poked through the sheer white material. She then put on the clingy sheer white blouse that highlighted her white lace strapless bra. Her small hard nipples could be seen easily and to anyone watching they would know that this young teenager chose this bra and blouse because she wanted to be noticed. Betsy then put on the sheer thigh high stockings and then stepped into her grandmas open toed brown high heel pumps. She said that the look of her open toed high heels with the hint of her tan thigh high stockings made her look even sexier. She put on a lot of eyeliner then a pair of fake white pearls. She then put on a short pleated mini skirt which just barely covered the lacy tops of her tan thigh high stockings.

She said that when she came out of the gas station bathroom Earl couldn’t keep his eyes off her, as she walked to his truck standing tall in her brown high heel pumps and sexy short skirt. She said, as her high heels clicked on the cement he was watching every step of her long stocking covered legs and those sexy open toed brown high heel pumps with lust in his eyes. When she got in the truck she said his eyes were instantly all over her stocking covered legs and those sexy brown high heels. As he drove she began teasingly crossing and uncrossing each stocking covered leg over the other and could hear Earl groan a little. Betsy said every time she crossed her right İzmir travesti stocking covered leg over her left leg Earl’s eyes went right to her brown high heel pumps and he would linger at the naughty sight of the opening of her brown high heel as her sexy toes poked through, accented by the sheer tan nylons that she was wearing.

Earl was shooting Betsy a dark penetrating almost menacing look, as he scanned over her sexy long stocking covered legs and open toed high heel pumps then back to her lacy thin white bra as her tiny hard pink nipples pierced the sheer white material. His look of animal lust was turning her on more and more as if she could read his exact thoughts. As Earl looked at Betsy he thought to himself, “Fuck… look at this sexy skinny little bitch. Look at those wild stockings and those sexy high heels…Fuck, that looks so hot seeing her sexy toes show through the front and knowing she has those hot thigh highs on…..Oh yeah this hot teenage slut came to fuck….Fuck my big hard twelve inch cock….Oh fuck she is so fuckin hot, I’m gonna give this one a fuck she’ll never forget.” Betsy was really enjoying turning Earl on. This is just what she had hoped for; this is why she dressed the way she was. She wanted his eyes all over her body, and she couldn’t wait to have his dirty red neck hands all over her turned on body. But what she really wanted was that enormous cock she had watched fuck relentlessly into her grandma, deep inside her horny 18 year old pussy!

His attention to her body was making her real hot. Betsy knew that Earl wanted to fuck her real bad and that fact really turned her on. As Earl was scanning Betsy’s long crossed legs with those sexy tan thigh high stockings and brown open toed high heeled pumps, she couldn’t stop starring at his huge bulge that was making a massive ballooning print against his pants as he drove. She said that neither one spoke for almost ten minutes which created a sexy hot tension in the truck. She knew this was the sinful time the two of them needed to think about all the nasty ways they were going to fuck and play with each other. She was eyeing the enormous bulge in his pants as he was enjoying the view of her long stocking covered legs and her tiny tits that were inside the sexy lace strapless white bra that was clearly visible through the sheer white blouse.

After the air in the truck was so hot and filled with lust Betsy snuggled up to Earl and began rubbing his great big cock threw his uncomfortable pants. She then broke the lusty silence by whispering in his ear as she continued running her fingers teasingly up and down the length of his huge cock, saying that she had watched him fuck her grandma and couldn’t believe the size of his huge cock. As she teasingly ran her long nails across his huge hard on she told him in a sexy voice that all she could think about for the last two weeks was his great big cock and that it was making her crazy. She told Earl that even when she was fucking her boyfriend JoBob all she could think about was his huge cock pounding into her grandma then watching it cum again and again and wishing it was her getting fucked by it instead of her boyfriends tiny cock. She began kissing his neck and told him that she dressed in her stockings and high heels to turn him on and that she wanted to fuck his huge cock before she went insane.

Earl immediately pulled off into a dirt road and when they got out of the truck they immediately began kissing and feeling up each other. Betsy said that it was so sexy standing taller then Earl in her high heels while she leaned over to kiss him. She said it was a huge turn on. She added that after feeling his huge cock while they kissed she was going crazy and desperately needed to suck it in the worst way. When she reached for his zipper and told Earl that she was going wild and needed to suck it, he just ignored her and turned her around and made her face the back of the truck.

Once her white blouse was off Earl unclasped the front of her lacy white strapless bra reveling her tiny almost non-existent tits and her piercing small eraser-like nipples. She said that Earl just leered at her for a few moments lustfully taking in the sight of her almost boyish looking tits. She said that this caused Earl to groan in an almost lecherous way. As he was groaning he began sucking and biting on her tiny hard pink nipples. As he worked on her nipples like a man possessed, he said hotly,

“Oh yeah baby look at these sexy little girl tits….Ummm…I’m gonna bite and suck all over these tiny sexy little tits of yours until you fucking cum baby.”

Betsy said Earl sucked on each nipple crazily, which drove her into a wild frenzy. When he bit and sucked on one of her hard pink nipples he was rubbing and pulling the other between his thumb and finger to keep her heated up. This almost brutal assault on her tiny boyish tits was making her teenage pussy so wet that she began cumming instantly. Betsy loved the way she was being taken by Earl. She wasn’t here for romance that was for her boyfriends like Jo Bob. This was the animal fucking she had witnessed her grandma get that day; which was the only type of fucking Earl is capable of, and now it was her turn to be taken by this scrawny- short redneck with the giant 12 inch cock!

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Rose was feeling especially nervous as the older gentleman came in with Madame Lily… Rose was new to the Flower House, having just been purchased from her family by the Madame. Of course, she’d had the choice to come, Madame didn’t like having girls that were unhappy to be there… and she was now living much better than she ever had in her own home.

She had been chosen because she was exceptionally beautiful, delicate features and soft hair, large eyes that men would just want to sink into. Her tiny waist and firm curves were a delight. The fact that she was this beautiful in a poor family made her a prime prospect to become a mistress. Madame Lily had been quite careful to explain that this would be very different from being a whore… whores went with one man for a night or two. A mistress would get a house and an allowance, she would be pampered and loved, and would stay with the man for a year – sometimes more.

Rose’s real name was Emily, but the Madame only allowed flower names in her house, it was kind of their way of slipping into a new life.

Standing quietly with her eyes downcast under heavy lashes, she peeked out at the man. Barely 18 years of age, she felt increasingly nervous as he made his way through the room, stopping to chat with some of the other men and women in the room. Not all of them were there to find a mistress, it was a party that Madame was having… but if she was escorting him around the room and introducing him to her girls then he was definitely looking. Probably in his late forties, Rose found him very intimidating, especially when she saw him pointing her out to Madame.

They were walking towards her and she felt her stomach fluttering… somehow she hadn’t pictured being mistress to a much older gentleman… she’d always thought she’d be in the care of a younger man. And then they were there, in front of her.

“Mr. Boyd, this is Rose. Rose, this is Mr. James Boyd.” Madame said with a flourish of her fan, smiling genially while her eyes told Rose to behave.

“How do you do Mr. Boyd,” she said softly with a smooth curtsy. Madame had spent months teaching her how to curtsy correctly, and also what manners to use and how to dress. The effect was incredibly flattering as her bosom heaved, pressing against the tight confines of her dress.

They stayed a few moments talking, about harmless chattering things. Rose even managed to get comfortable enough to slip in a sly joke, startling a laugh from the older man. Still, she felt very relieved when he and Madame left; her stomach finally settled back to where it was supposed to be.

To her shock, after the party Madame told her that Mr. Boyd would like to have her as his mistress… he was offering an allowance of 30 pounds a month, her own house over on Thornberry Street, and the contract would be for a year. After a moment of hesitation, Rose said yes. This wasn’t the first offer that she’d had, and at least he had kind eyes and Ankara travesti had laughed at her joke. The first man that had made an offer to her had terrified her… she could probably do much worse than Mr. James Boyd, even if she had been hoping for a younger man.

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Rose lay in bed, quivering in her nightgown as Mr. Boyd entered the room; he was dressed only in a heavy robe and she tried to still her breathing as he approached the bed.

“Hello darling,” his voice was low, as kind as it had been all afternoon and over dinner. She knew that he was trying to get her accustomed to him, that he was a nice and gentle man who liked her very much. Still, she was very nervous, she knew that this first time was going to hurt – Madame had warned her to hide the pain – and she also had never been anywhere near a man like this before. For the first time, she was almost starting to regret her decision to join Madame’s patronage.

“Hello Sir,” she managed to squeak out, her voice breathy and shrill at the same time.

He chuckled in the darkness, slipping off his robe as she turned her head for modesty’s sake and sliding in beside her, “Don’t worry… you’ll enjoy this very much.”

Madame had told her that he would say something like that, that men like James Boyd felt powerful and masculine for being able to sexually pleasure the feminine sex. It added to their stature… and in no way was she to displease Mr. Boyd. Rose felt another flash of fear as his hands went around her waist, pulling her close to him… she could not resist, in fact she had to respond. She had to make him happy… she had to make him believe that he was pleasing her…

Tentative hands rested on his shoulders as his lips found hers in the darkness. For awhile he just kissed her, gently, slowly, his tongue exploring her mouth and his lips caressing hers. Under this gentle treatment Rose slowly began to relax, his fingers were making little circles on her waist and her sides; it was as though his lips and hands were coaxing her anxieties from her. She began to kiss him back, feeling calmer and a little more confident… this wasn’t so bad. Surely she could handle this…

There had been so many stories from the other girls, about men who just jumped in, ramming in their thick meat without any attempt to giving the woman pleasure. Of course, Madame tried to avoid those that would actually cause her girls pain… bodily damage was never a good investment; and she was very protective of her girls, but Rose got the idea that it was rare that someone would take as much time to make the girl comfortable as Mr. Boyd was with her. Perhaps it was because he was older or maybe it was just something in his character.

Slowly the young, frightened girl seeped out of her and she was left with a curdling excitement that grew with every stroke of his deft fingers against her sides. Suddenly she realized that those deft Konya travesti finger strokes had raised the hem of her night gown… he was taking it off of her… biting down panic she just tried to relax as her body was exposed to a man for the first time. Sure that the pain was coming, she tensed again, trembling at his touch. Instead he just started kissing her again, only this time his lips began to move down as his hand moved up… kisses down her neck and across her collarbone as his hand began to caress up her ribcage.

When the palm of his hand cupped her breast she gasped, the touch was so illicit and yet so thrilling… she was shocked at the feeling of completion, that she’d wanted him to touch her there as his hand had roamed up her body. It felt like his hand was now where it belonged after that journey across her hot flesh. Lips were kissing the swell of her other breast and she gasped as his hands squeezed both of them, his lips traveling ever closer to her nipple as he began to massage and knead her globes. When his mouth closed over her tender bud, she realized that her nipple was hard… electricty seemed to flow through her as he sucked the pink nipple into his mouth; she moaned before she realized what she was doing.

The noise definitely didn’t seem to bother him though, and as he rolled her nipple with his tongue, between his teeth, she moaned again. Rose was both shocked and thrilled at her response… although the girls had told her that love-making would eventually bring pleasure, she hadn’t realized that this much was possible! Especially not her first time. As she continued to moan, her body starting moving involuntarily, an ancient rhythm that she didn’t recognize although the man on top of her did.

His mouth moved to her other nipple, this time gently biting and nipping as her sighs of pleasure grew; one hand traveled down her body to spread her legs further apart, caressing the insides of her thighs. Rose’s head was filled with heady pleasures, she willingly parted her legs without even thinking about it, there was a kind of itch between them. Mr. Boyd’s hand was suddenly there on her mouth, his fingers stroking the wetness between her legs; she gasped at both the indignity and the incredible pleasure of it. Hips lifting in the air, she shuddered as the tip of one of his fingers actually pressed into her body, feeling so odd and yet very good as well.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he positioned himself, unable to wait any longer as her young and innocent body writhed before him. The head of his dick pressed against her virgin entrance and she gasped, her back arching as he began to press in. It felt both good and painful, the unaccustomed invasion that scratched an unbearable itch… and then he pressed up against her barrier. Rose didn’t realize it, she was so lost in this confusing mix of conflicting sensation, and then he pulled back and thrust through. Her shriek of pain İzmir travesti was muffled by his lips as tears sparking in her eyes, her hands trying vainly to push him off of her as he tore through her virginity.

When he was fully inside her, buried in her to the hilt, he stopped, holding himself there as her tight, deflowered pussy convulsed around him. Not that stopping was any real punishment the way her slick walls gripped him and massaged… taking his lips from hers he kissed the tears from her cheeks.

“That was the hard part,” he told her kindly, “it will get better from here.”

Rose only nodded and then whimpered as he began to pull out of her, not sure that she believed him. He was right though, although her pussy felt sore and stretched, there was no startling burst of pain as he thrust back in. Slowly he went, building up her pleasure again, using his hands and lips on her breasts as he pressed in and out of her body, allowing her to adjust and become accustomed to the strange invasion. The younger girl slowly began to respond, even though it hurt a little as she pressed her hips up against his downward thrust, it was starting to feel good again too.

And there was something else… something growing that she had never felt before, just on the edges of her senses… something that she longed for like a bitch in heat. James Boyd was astonished at Roses’ passionate response as she began to move against him, trying to draw that whispering promise closer. If he hadn’t just taken away her cherry himself he might have thought that he had been cheated out of a virgin, she was moaning so delightfully and writhing so enthusiastically.

Taking her response to be sufficiently passionate enough for him to go ahead and let up on his rigid control, Mr. Boyd started to really thrust and pound away at her. Rose cried out in pain and pleasure as his thrusts became rougher and faster, that alluring sensation seemed just out of reach. Rubbing herself furiously against his crotch, she determinedly ignored any pain, just trying to get closer and closer to the whispering promise.

With a sharp cry, her entire body tensed up and the most incredible feeling started to sweep over her, locking her pussy down on his dick as it moved within her. Her tight pussy wrapped up around him, almost as though it was sucking him into her body and he let out a hoarse groan as he slammed home and began to spurt within her. Rose convulsed beneath him, her legs rigidly tight around his waist as the pleasure roiled over her body.

It wasn’t until her orgasm was completely over and he was pulling himself off her that she realized how sore her pussy was. The poor thing had been brutalized by both her and his treatment of it, she’d been so desperate to reach her climax that she’d ignored how vulnerable she was. With a whimper she curled up around herself, not even noticing anything until Mr. Boyd returned with warm water and a soft clothe.

He bathed her thighs and her battered lips, cleaning off blood and sex juices and soothing the sore flesh. When he came back to the bed, Rose welcomed him with open arms; relaxed and without an ounce of anxiety, she fell asleep in his arms, thankful of the place she had come to.

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This all started the day my mom walked into the bathroom just as I was stepping out of the shower.

Now before you start with, ‘Oh, now he fucks his mom,’ no, that’s not it at all. So, let’s just start over.

I was stepping out of the shower, my cock hanging down, as my mom walked in with an armload of towels. She looked down and said, “Oh, my. Um, well, Jeremy, um, mmm, I want to ask you something after you get dressed,” put the towels down and left as I dried off.

Well, what she saw was my cock right after I had jacked-off in the shower so while it wasn’t rock-hard, it was still engorged and almost full-sized. That, for me, is about eight and a half inches. Mary Ann Ryerson measured it just a couple of months ago, so that’s pretty accurate. She made sure to get it to maximum hardness before measuring it, too. That was nice.

Any way, as I got dressed, I’m wondering, of course, what my mother wanted to talk about after seeing my equipment. All manner of things were going through my mind but I just decided to go find her and see.

“Hi, what did you want to talk about, Mom,” I asked with a bit of a tingle in my cock knowing it was liable to be the topic of conversation.

“Well, I couldn’t help but see, well, your manhood, shall we say. And, Jeremy, it looks like you have inherited one of your father’s best aspects. He did have a few.”

“Oh, Dad was hung, you mean?”

“Well, yes, you might put it that way. Happily for me at the time, I might add. Any way, I was wondering if you remember my friend, Dorothy Dobson?”

I did indeed, remember, Dottie Dobson, especially from the last pool party my parents threw for their friends. She came in a sexy little red bikini, easily the best looking woman at the party.

“Yeah, sure. Red bikini, I’ll never forget it.”

“Ah, my eighteen-year old son, never one to miss a pretty figure.”

“Well, she sure has that. She doesn’t look her age, that’s for sure.”

“She happens to be two years older than me, to tell the truth, but she is lovely. Um, the reason I mentioned Dottie Dobson is, well, I saw you with your…well, naked, and, let me ask you, do you find Dottie attractive?”

“What a question. I’ve already said she’s hot in that little red bikini. Oh, Mom, of all your friends, well, she is certainly the best looking. She’s a fox.”

“Well, as you know, she and I are very good friends and, well, she told me that her husband, well, he’s been cheating on her for some time now and she’s just devastated.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Mom, she’s really nice, doesn’t deserve that, for sure.”

“You’re right. I asked her if he was willing to drop the other woman and, I guess he’s not. She doesn’t want to divorce because of their two teenagers so she’s just living with it. But, she’s lonely and not getting the attention and satisfaction she should be getting from her husband.”

“Yeah, that’s tough,” I added.

“Well, frankly, when I saw you a while ago, getting out of the shower, well, I rather thought that Dottie does deserve something like what I saw.”

I listened to what my mother was saying but it did take a second or two to fully comprehend what she was saying.

“Me? Are you saying that, well, that Dottie Dobson deserves, well, something like what you saw, like what I’ve got?”

“I am.”

I laughed. I just couldn’t help it.

“You’re suggesting that I, um, entertain Dottie with my, well, what you saw?”

“I’m sure what I saw would make her very happy, Jeremy.”

“Well, sure, I guess so, but, she’s your friend.”

“You’re not suggesting that I have an affair with her? I’m really not into women, Son.”

“No, no, I didn’t mean that, it’s that you’re asking if Ankara travesti I want to, um, be of service, so to speak, to your friend, have sex with her?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m asking. I know it’s a strange request from your own mother but, well, Dottie is in need of, well, some of what I saw and I thought perhaps you, being a healthy young man, well, might enjoy cheering her up.”

“God, Mom, you’re incredible. I…I really don’t know what to say? She is a real looker, that’s easy, I mean, she’d be great in bed, I’m sure. Is that a bad thing to say about one of your friends?”

“Oh, I’m sure she’d be thrilled to hear you say that about her, I’m sure of that.”

“Well, I’m only eighteen, how do you know I could make someone like her happy?”

“I saw you coming out of the shower, Jeremy, trust me, I know you can.”

“So, just how might this work. Oh, look I’m talking with my mother about how to have sex with one of her friends.”

“That’s exactly what we’re talking about, yes. Well, I suppose I could tell her that you find her attractive and, um, well, I suppose I can just pose it to her and see what she says. I’ll try to describe what I saw, that should get her interest.”

“This is so weird, but, hey, she’s a MILF for sure.”

“Well, I could tell her my idea, if she likes it, then have her over and you can take her back to your room.”

“Well, I don’t even need to think about it, Mom, she’s hot,” I said as my mind churned at the thought of fucking my mother’s best friend.

I have to say, it was the strangest, oddest thing in my life so far, my mother asking me if I’d be interested in fucking one of her friends. And, a friend that’s really hot. I let my eight-and-a-half inches answer for me and agreed. I’d seen Dottie in her bikini, now, maybe I get to see her out of her bikini. Nice.

So, a couple of days went by when Mom told me that Dottie was all excited, she had described my equipment in detail to her, and that Saturday was possible for her visit, the afternoon, it seemed, if I was up for it. I rather naughtily told her I was very up for it and winked.

Right after lunch on Saturday, our doorbell rang and Mom went and brought back her friend to the kitchen where I was still sitting.

“Jeremy, here’s Dottie, you surely remember her,” she said.

“Oh, the red bikini, what male could ever forget,” I said as we kissed. It was a kiss rather unlike any I’d ever gotten from my mother’s friends before, a look at what lay ahead, I think.

“Oh, what a sweet thing to say. Yes, that bikini has gotten me a few compliments, none nicer than yours, Jeremy.”

“Well, I know Jeremy is eager to show you his room, Dot, um, you two enjoy yourselves, I think I’ve got some shopping to do,” my mom told us and we went up the stairs to my room and closed the door.

“Well, it’s just you and me, Jeremy. This is quite wonderful of you and, I must say, I’m quite excited and just a bit nervous. I’m afraid I’ve never done anything quite like this before.”

“Oh, me either, it is kind of a nervous situation.”

“Here, let me undress you, I think once we’re out of our clothes, we’ll feel more comfortable and relaxed,” and she soon had me naked as she pulled my briefs to the floor and, kneeling there, took my cock in her hand.

“Oh, yes, your mother was right, Jeremy, you have a wonderful cock; and so young and hard, oh, it is so hard,” and she surrounded the tip end with her lips.

As soon as she started sucking, all my nervousness fell away, she was wonderful. Her hand was up under my balls rubbing them back and forth as she sucked. Then she stood and asked me to undress her.

Truthfully, it was the first time I’d ever undressed Konya travesti a girl or a woman; with others, it had always happened so quickly that we each had disrobed hastily to get to the main business of fucking.

But, I was able to work my way through the various layers of clothing and, soon, we were in each other’s arms, kissing and feeling, pressing our naked skin together, both eager for what was to come.

We stopped kissing for a minute as I stood back to look at her. I have no idea if she’s ever had plastic surgery but her body was terrific. Her nipples were small and erect, her pussy as bare as the girls I went to school with. I took her hand and led her to my bed, swept the covers back and she lay down. I sat on the bed, leaned over and crawled between her legs and did to her what I had first done to Becky Laforge.

“Mmm, oh, god, Jeremy, that’s so wonderful, you make my pussy so happy, dear, mmm,” she moaned as I licked and probed with my tongue. I didn’t know what to expect but she tasted nice, fresh, sweet, I wanted to lick her forever.

I moved to her clit which was showing, slid two fingers up inside her and licked around her hot button.

“Mmm, mmm, oh, yes, that’s wonderful, oh, god, right there, right there, yes. Oh, oh, OH, UH, UNH, UNH, UNH, uh, uh, mmm, mmm, oh, Jeremy, oh, that was wonderful, you are such a wonderful lover,” she said as I rose up kneeling over her, my cock wavering in front of her.

She reached down and took it in her hand.

“Oh, your mother was right, Jeremy, you have a beautiful cock, oh, and so hard. I hope I’m not hurting it but I just love squeezing it, it’s like iron.”

“No, actually, it feels nice when you do that.”

“Oh, I have something nicer in mind for your beauty, mmm, here,” and she pulled me to her opening.

I rubbed the tip up and down in the abundant wetness along her slit, then pressed forward as I watched her body take me in. I went in about two-thirds and began to cycle back and forth. She was much tighter than I had imagined. I’d heard that older women tend to have loose pussies, that they stretch as they get older and get fucked more. Well, not Dottie Dobson.

“Mmm, oh, I wonder if I should ever tell your mother how good you feel, so hard, nice and big, so hard, mmm. But she was right about you, Jeremy, you’ve got a great cock.”

“Well, I can’t believe how beautiful you are, Dot, and so tight, you’re like the first girl I ever had, feels so good.”

“How old was she, Jeremy, tell me the truth, now.”

“Geez, don’t tell my mom, promise?”

She nodded and I said, “Twelve.”

“I guess she was tight, Jeremy, goodness. I hope you used protection?”

“Oh, she was on the pill, I wasn’t her first guy, either.”

“My, well, how old were you?”

“Fourteen. To tell you the truth, she was a sister of a friend of mine and I went over to his house one day and he said I was there just in time to fuck his little sister. He’d just finished. Amazing, but true.”

“Well, things seem to be different now but I know I’m enjoying your nice cock, so generously offered, I’m indebted to your mother and, especially to you, my dear,” she said softly as we fucked on my bed.

My dick was feeling so good, I knew I was close to cumming, really close, then she started moving under me, twisting around, both of us fucking each other, now beyond the shyness and reserve that we had just minutes before, but now we were fucking, and enjoying it greatly.

“Uh, oh, I’m…uh, UH, UH, UNH, UNH, mm, mmm, oh, feels so good, mmm,” as I jammed down into her spurting my cum inside my mother’s best friend, she tensed, then pushed up hard as her body quivered under me.

Oh, OH, OH, İzmir travesti Jeremy, oh, yes, mmm, UHN, UHN, UH, UH, mmm, oh, you were wonderful, kiss me, Jeremy, mmm, don’t stop,” and she pulled me down to her as I kept stroking my cock in and out of her, I was still hard, she was so sexy, it was wonderful.

“Oh, I love it that you just keep going, mmm, so nice, mmm.”

“How long can you stay?” I asked.

“Well, I was only going to stay until about five.”

“I’d like it if you could stay longer, think you could?” I asked as I fucked her on.

“As hard as you are, yes, I think I’ll take you up on this. Can you reach over and get my bag off the chair there? Or just get the phone out.”

I reached over and felt inside and pulled out her phone.

She started tapping it as I fucked her on my bed, “Shhh, mustn’t make any telltale noise,” and she put it to her ear and said, “Hi, Harry, if you’re there, I’ve decided to stay at Delores Jenkins’ for dinner, she’s asked me to stay. So, see you later. And, kids well, I’m sure you’ll find something in the freezer or order a pizza. If Dad isn’t home, I’m at the Jenkins’, it’s in the phone list. Have fun, I’m just having a nice time and didn’t want it to end quite yet, bye,” and she clicked the phone off.

“Oh, you are something else, Dottie, something else,” I exclaimed as I moved my happy cock in and out of her. Calling her husband while I fucked her, incredible. She was amazing.

We fucked three times that first time together and that wasn’t all. She gave me a fabulous blowjob just before she left, one that rattled my testicles. She was great.

I knew after she left and I came back out to watch television with my mother that she was dying to ask but just didn’t want to. So, I helped her out.

“So, are you curious, Mom?”

“Oh, Jeremy, I’m just dying to know, yes, tell me.”

“Well, how much detail do you want?”

“As much as you’ll share,” she said with a naughty look on her face.

“I can tell you that it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. She’s phenomenal. And her body, well, I’ve seen her in that red bikini, but naked, oh, she’s so hot.”

“She seemed to stay longer than I’d first thought.”

“Oh, Mom, we just did it over and over and then she gave me head before she left. She sucks like an angel. Or is that too much detail?”

“Mmm, almost. So, is she coming back?”

“Tomorrow, even a little earlier. We’re both pretty happy with how things turned out. I think she got what she was hoping for. I sure did.”

“Well, my son’s quite the Lothario, it seems. She sure seemed happy when she left. She thanked me over and over saying that she was ever so glad I had seen you coming out of the shower.”

“Oh, she’s seen everything I’ve got by now. She is the sexiest woman or girl I’ve ever been with, just amazing.”

“Sounds like you both are happy with this?” my mom asked.

“Oh, I know I am and, well, we did it three times, Mom, I think she liked it, too.”

“Yes, she must have, well, I’m glad she’s got someone who will make her happy.”

So, Dottie Dobson began coming over four or five times a week. We would fuck and fuck until we were just exhausted. I’ve never had anyone more hungry for sex than she has been.

I’m now in college, three years have gone by and Dottie and I have fucked thousands of times. She hasn’t had sex with her husband in eight years and I haven’t had sex with anyone but her since that first time.

I’ve even decided to attend a local college so we could continue our love affair. Yes, love. We do love each other, I’m twenty now and she’s forty-five. Our passion is just as high as that first time I slid my cock into her eager pussy and I can’t wait to do it again.

She has told me that her children are almost old enough that she’d consider divorcing her husband if I wanted to be together with her openly.

And it all started when my mother saw my cock. See, it wasn’t what you thought in the beginning, was it?

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At eighty-two years old, I thought all I had left to do was wait to die. When I got real sick, the agency sent over a girl to take care of me for a few hours a day. Ginger was one of those real brainy girls who graduated from high school when she was fourteen, got a degree in pre-med by the time she turned eighteen. She was working for the agency to help pay her way through medical school. It was nice having someone to visit with and she wasn’t hard to look at, either.

In the course of our conversations, while she worked at getting me back on my feet, I found that she was doing a study on geriatrics for her doctoral thesis. “Hell, that’s an easy one,” I told her. “Wrinkles are contagious. You catch them from your grandmother when you’re a kid. Every kid gets kissed by their grandmother and that’s when they get infected. The disease takes about thirty or forty years to show any symptoms. And there you have it.”

“What if I told you I didn’t have a grandmother?”

“Then you’ll stay young and beautiful `till the day you die.”

“But what if I kissed you?”

“Why’d you want to go and do a thing like that? You’d be infected for sure.”

“I have a theory that youth is contagious. Old age is a naturally occurring phenomenon and youth is the cure. Do you remember reading about Frasier the Lion a few years back?”

“Yeah, that old circus lion they retired out to some African Safari place and he sired a couple dozen litters of kittens. He was around all those young lionesses and he still got old and died eventually.”

“Yeah, but he lived a whole lot longer than he normally would have and I’m sure he died happy. Just you wait. I’ll have you up and around in no time.”

By the end of winter I was feeling much better. Ginger started me on an exercise program including walks in the park. She sure knew what she was doing. The spring air and exercise was doing me good. I was feeling better every day. Ginger would pick me up wearing the skimpiest little shorts, tennis shoes, and a little top that would display her mammalian attributes to their best advantage. As we walked, she would hold on to my arm as if I was her beau so that her ample breast would brush against me. Yes, it was having an effect on me.

During a doctor’s exam, Ginger suggested to him that I start a more vigorous exercise program. A few days later she took me to the gym on the campus to try out some of the machines. After I changed into my shorts and a tee shirt, Ginger met me in the gym wearing a little leotard that bunched right between her butt cheeks and left little else to the imagination. Just as it was starting to get difficult concentrating on my exercise while watching her, four other girls came in wearing only their gym towels.

“I thought this was `Girls Nude Exercise Night,'” a bubbly little blond said.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot all about that,” Ginger said. “Maybe we should leave.”

“Your friend looks pretty harmless,” a leggy redhead said. “You can stay and finish up if you don’t mind us.”

“Of course you’d have to lose the leotard,” a slim, dark skinned girl said. “After all, it is `GIRLS Nude Exercise Night.'”

“You wouldn’t mind, would you, Harry?” Ginger said to me.

I was flabbergasted. All I could think to say was, “Your little outfit isn’t hiding much anyway.”

“That’s great!” Ankara travesti Ginger said. She bent down and gave me a little peck on the lips. I was a little surprised and I swear I felt a little spark shoot right through me straight to my groin. Watching her wiggle out of her tight little suit started that spark to smolder. We made a pretense of continuing my exercise program as the other girls went about theirs, oblivious to their delightful nakedness.

Ginger was the absolute perfection of bouncy youth as she demonstrated the workings of the machines in her all togethers, but the sights of the other girls lifting their weights, their breasts swaying to their movements, was really getting to me. The real corker was when the leggy redhead sat down on this leg exercise machine where she pressed two pads together with her thighs then let them spread slowly apart again. A quick glimpse of the bright pink orchid nestled between her smooth thighs was all it took. My penis, after being flaccid for so many years, decided on its own to begin swelling. I sat down on a nearby bench in embarrassment as my offending member continued to grow.

“What’s the matter? Are you alright?” Ginger asked as she jumped up and came over to me. The other four girls dropped what they were doing and gathered around, looks of concern on their faces. The room was instantly filled with the heady aroma of healthy young females, causing me to swell to full tumidity.

Ginger busied herself taking my pulse. I leaned over to her. “I have an erection,” I whispered in her ear.

The sweetest smile came on Ginger’s face and she turned to the others. “Harry’s all right,” she said. “The excitement of exercising with all of us girls working out naked might have been a little too much for him.”

“Ohh, I see what you mean,” a little brunette with the pointiest breasts I ever saw said, looking at the pup tent in the front of my shorts.

“That is the most sincere form of flattery,” the leggy redhead said. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. May we see it?”

“I’ve got great grand daughters older than you girls. I’d feel a little foolish.”

“Harry, you should be proud of what you’ve accomplished,” Ginger said. “We are all mature women here and we’re happy to have given you some pleasure.”

My shorts were getting uncomfortable anyway, so I stood and pushed them down, my swollen, red member standing out from my bony body. It was the only part of me where skin wasn’t sagging.

“Every time I see a hard dick, it makes me want to jump on it,” the well stacked little blond said as she sidled up to me. “Harry, can I just slide that up inside of me for a minute or two?”

Just the thought of having sex with that voluptuous young woman made my erection throb. “Is that sort of thing proper, this day and age?” I asked.

“It’s even considered therapeutic if all participants are willing,” Ginger said.

“I’d be willing alright, but it’s been so long…”

“You wouldn’t have to do a thing,” the blond said as she pressed her abundant mammaries into me and gently grasped my erection in her soft hand. “Just lay back on the bench and I’ll do all the work.”

“Right here with everybody watching!?”

“We’re all mature adults,” the girl with the pointy breasts said as she helped me lay down on Konya travesti the bench. “It wouldn’t be watching, we would be sharing your pleasure.”

“Group loving is very in,” the redhead said as she knelt beside the bench and kissed me full on the lips, her soft round breasts caressing my shoulder.

Ginger straddled the end of the bench and rested my head between her supple breasts as the dark skinned girl supported me opposite the redhead and rubbed my chest. The blond cutie positioned herself over me astride the bench with the pointy-breasted brunette right behind her. The blond stroked her hands up my torso, pushing my tee shirt up and grazed her stiffened nipples over my chest. I felt a soft hand grasp my erection and hold it steady as the blond lowered herself down onto it. The sensation was incredible as her hot, moist flesh engulfed my raging member like a gripping velvet glove.

“Oh Harry, you feel so good!” she said, sitting up slightly so that I slid effortlessly up inside of her to the hilt. She undulated her hips from side to side and back and forth then raised up slightly so that I could see my shaft slide in and out of her through the thick fur between her legs.

All of the girls were humming and cooing as they stroked me and watched as Blondie impaled herself over and over again on my rigid penis. Soon, she let out a low moan as she began to quiver. Her private parts gripped me tight as her body began to spasm in delight. The look of rapture on her face made her the most beautiful girl in the world right then. With a whoosh of breath she collapsed on me, crushing her ample breasts against my chest.

“Hey, don’t be a hog,” the brunette said. “Looks like there’s some left for the rest of us.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening as Blondie slid free to lie on the carpeted floor, still moaning. The little brunette hurriedly replaced her on my still erect member. The aroma of sex was thick in the air as she rode me like a cowgirl, one hand fingering her sex and the other pinching her pert little nipples. It wasn’t long before she was huffing and puffing in orgasmic delight. When she was done and had joined her blond friend on the floor, the little dark skinned girl was right there to take her place, sliding herself down on my erection. Even though she was well lubricated, she was so small down there she had to make several tries to work all of me into her. Once she had me gripped fully inside of her, she rode up and down me full length gasping and letting out little squeaks of pleasure. In just a few minutes her body was shaking like a hound dog trying to shit a peach pit. As she climaxed she hugged me and kissed me all over my neck, chest and face.

Big Red helped her off of me as the other two girls came back to my side to help Ginger steady me on the narrow bench. With a sly grin, Big Red grasped my still throbbing member in her hand and put it into her mouth. I could feel her tongue lav along its underside as her lips slid up and down the length. The sensation was incredible, stirring up feelings in my gut that I hadn’t felt in over a decade. “You have a beautiful cock, Harry,” she said as she treated it like a lollypop.

“Why don’t you turn around so Harry can see your pussy up close?” Ginger said. Without letting loose of her treat, Big Red moved around, throwing İzmir travesti one of her long shapely legs over me and Ginger so that I was greeted by the full round moons of her butt and the bright pink petals of her feminine flower nestled below them. Drops of her dew were clinging to the soft auburn hair and there was the most enticing scent. I raised my head up and ran my tongue up the center of the crevice over the silky skin from the little button to the soft opening.

I was almost there from Big Red’s talented mouth, but when I tongued her tantalizing crevice she let go for a second and I lost it. It still felt incredibly good, what she was doing, and I could have gone on for days. ‘Eating pussy,’ as you call it, was something I had always wanted to try. My wife, Evelyn, bless her, seemed to think it was nasty, but I got my licks in once in a while. It was really something new having a beautiful young redhead let you lick her down there and just love it.

Shortly after I figured out how to breathe by holding her labia aside with my fingertips, Big Red decided to move my throbbing erection from her mouth down to her sex. With her facing my feet like she was I had a perfect view of my member as it slid in and out of her slippery folds. As she continually raised up and lowered herself over and again, she brought one of her legs over between mine, turning sideways, not missing a stroke. She was like an acrobat as she held the bench with her hands, brought her other leg over Ginger and me so she was half facing us. Finally she moved the first leg so she was fully astride me, facing me, without once letting loose of my erection.

She hugged herself down on me while her bottom end continued gyrating all over the place. She then took both my hands in hers, placed them over her firm breasts. “Squeeze my tits,” she breathed. “Pinch my nipples.”

I gladly did as instructed and was soon rewarded by a look of rapture on Big Red’s face. She sat bolt upright, supporting all her weight with her legs. She stopped all outward movement but I could feel the lining of her sex convulse around my penis. I didn’t let go of her luscious breasts as her thighs began to tremble and spasms could be seen rippling up her abdomen. She turned her face to the ceiling as a hiss escaped her teeth. Then with a loud “OH!” her body convulsed once and she collapsed on me.

I didn’t mind her weight at all and just held her succulent body to me until she quit shaking. “Gawd! That felt good!” she breathed into my ear. “Harry, you’re the greatest.”

“What? I didn’t really do anything.”

“That’s just it,” Blondie said. “You let us pleasure ourselves.”

“Yeah, most guys have to be studly, always in control,” Pointy Breasts added.

“I can’t even count the times I’ve been relentlessly pounded into a mattress wishing the dude would finish up and go home,” The dark skinned girl said. “You, Harry are a marvel.”

When Ginger got me home she asked, “You didn’t climax, did you, Harry?”

“What difference does it make? The whole situation was amazing. I haven’t felt that good in decades.”

“I’d like to make it up to you, Harry,” Ginger whispered as she slid her little shorts down her legs. “I was feeling a little jealous with those other girls.”

“With you, I’d like to do it the old fashioned way, with me on top.”

That was a couple of years ago. Ginger has moved in with me full time, I’ve been training to run a marathon, and I haven’t missed a `Girls Nude Exercise Night’ since. Poor Ginger, though. She’s starting to get those little lines alongside her eyes.

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