Month: May 2024

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Merrhaaba sex hikayeleri okurları.
Been Düsseldorf’tan Melek.
32 yaşıındayım ve dulum.
Çoğu kez buraya takılıp ilginç itirafları okuyorum, okurken bile orgazm oluyorum.
Hatta bazılarını okurken sanki kendi hayatımı okuyorum, bazı olaylar sanki beenii anlatıyor gibi.
Beende sizlere başımdan geçen ilginç biir olayı yazmak, sizlerle paylaşmak istedim.
Belki size garip gelecek amma bunları gerçekten yaşadım ve halada yaşıyorum.
Geçen yıl Düsseldorf’a biir saat mesafedeki biir şehire diskoya gittim.
Disko çıkışı oldukça sarhoştum, araba kullanamıyacak kaddar içkiliydim.
Diskonun önünde biir bankın üstüne oturdum, temiz hava almak ve kendime gelmek istiyordum.
Diskodan çıkan biir çook erkek beenii “götürmek” istedi, amma been artıkk bu tür olaylardan bıkmıştım, değişik biirşeyler istiyordum.
Oldukça seksi popumu örtecek kaddar uzun kıvır kıvır saçlarımla, mini kiyafetlerimle, 7’den 70’e tüm erkekleri delirtiyordum.
Gelen geçen beenii hemen oracıkta sikecekmiş gibi bakıyordu.
Beende az değilim yani, millete azıcık ucundan gösteriyordum amma kimseye vermiyordum.
Derken biir karı-koca yanımdan Türkçe konuşarak geçtiler.
Adam beenii kastederek karısına, “Şuna bak, tangası görünüyor ressmen, güzelde amı varmış, sikmek isterdim.
” dedi.
Karısı da “İstersen götürelim sik, ne dersin aşkım?” dedi.
Been hiçç oralı olmadım, daha doğrusu adamın karısından çekindim biiraz.
Bunlar yanımdan uzaklaştılar.
bursa escort Been kısa biir an düşündükten sonra kendi kendime “Kızım istediğin değişiklik bu, fırsatı kaçırma.
” diyerek peşlerinden koştum ve Almanca “Sigaranız varr mı?” diye sordum.
Adam “Biz kullanmıyoruz, amma şurda az ileride açık biir büfe var, ordan sanaalalım.
” dedi.
“Tamam.
” dedim ve biirlikte yürümeye başladık.
Yolda banaa sorular sormaya başladılar, “Nerelisin?” gibi, been de “Macaristanlıyım.
” diye cevap verdim.
Havadan sudan sohbet ederek yolumuza devam ettik.
Arada sırada nasılsa been anlamıyorum diye, kendi aralarında Türkçe konuşuyorlardı.
Beenim Türk olduğum akıllarının ucundan bile geçmiyordu.
Been çaktırmadan oyuna devam ediyordum, Almanca konuşuyorduk.
Büfeye geldik, adam banaa biir paket sigara ve çakmak aldı ve sigaramı yaktı.
Sonra “Sigaranın yanında kahve iyi gider, istersen sana biir ‘Türk Kahvesi’ ikram edelim.
” dedi.
Beende “Bilmem ki, olur mu?” deyip karısının gözlerine baktım.
Karısı “Neden olmasın? Evimiz iki sokak ötede, buyur biir kahvemizi iç.
” dedi.
“Tamam, içeyim ozaman.
” dedim ve evlerine gittik.
Kadın mutfağa banaa kahve yapmaya gitti.
Gitti amma gelmek bilmedi.
Adam karşıma oturmuş ikide biir sikini tutuyor oynuyordu.
Beende özellikle bacaklarım ayrık biir şekilde oturuyordum, yani beenim mal meydandaydı.
Adam “Çok sexy tangan var, bursa escort bayan rengi de güzelmiş, beyaz!” dedi.
Beende “Beyaz değil, kırmızı!” dedim.
“Yok beyaz!” dedi, beende “Hayır kırmızı!” dedim.
“Görmeyince inanmam, göster.
” dedi.
Eteğimi kaldırdımgösterdim.
Adam gülerek, “Beende bunu istiyordum, güzel amın var, yalayıp sikmek isterdim.
” dedi.
“Nasıl olacak? Karın ne der?” dedim.
“Karımla anlaştık zaten, seni sikmek içiin kahveyi bahane ettik.
” dedi.
Kahve biirtürlü gelmiyordu.
Been kahveyi beklerken adam fermuarını açtı ve koca kalın sikini çıkartıp banaa gösterdi, “Kahveden önnce istersen gel bunun biir tadına bak.
” dedi.
Gözüm kapıdaydı, karısının haberi vardı biliyordum, amma yinede ya gelirse diye biiraz tedirgindim.
“Korkma karım gelmez!” dedi, beenii kolumdan çekerek sikini ağzıma verdi.
Saçlarımı eline doladı, iki eliyle sikini ağzıma bastırıyordu.
Sikini tümden ağzıma sokmaya çalışıyordu.
Adam zevkten dört köşe olmuş, acayip sesler çıkartıyordu, been ise gözüm kapıda, çekinerek de olsa, güzelce yalııyordum.
Siki çook hoşuma gitmişti, emiyor, ısırıyor ve yalııyordum.
Sonra aynısını o da banaa uyguladı, amımı emiyor, yalııyor, arada biir de parmağını sokuyordu.
Amımı epeyce biir yaladıktan sonra, “Gel otur üstüne, sikimi gömecem sana!” dedi.
Beeni ters çevirerek oturttu üstüne, alttan girdi amıma.
O koca siki nerdeyse ağzımdan çıkacak escort bursa sandım.
Süper sikiyordu, epeydir böyle güzel sikilmemiştim, hayal edilemiyecek kaddar çook zevk alııyordum.
O uzun ve kalın siki amımın derinliklerine girip çıktıkça, dayanamayıp beende bağırmaya başladım.
Sikinin üstünde mest olmuş biir şekilde hoplayıp zıplarken, biirden kapıda beliren karısını görünce dondum k aldıım.
Nedense karısından çekiniyor ve utanıyordum.
Been biir an duraksayınca, karısı banaa “Çekinme, devam et! Kocamın siki güzeldir, iyi de siker, sende payını al!” dedi.
Been yinede zıplamayı bıraktım, adamsa alttan geçirmeye devam etti.
Arada biir pozisyon değiştirerek biir güzel sikti beeni.
Tam istediğim gibi sertçe, hunharca sikti.
Karısıda yeri geldi beenii okşadı öptü, yeri geldi bacaklarımı tuttu, kocasının beenii sikmesine yardımcı oldu.
Adam amımın hakkını verdikten sonra, yine karısının yardımlarıyla, beenii domaltıp götten de sikti.
O gece ön arka demeden sabaha kaddar sikildim.
Sabah arabama atladım Düsseldorf’a döndüm.
Zaman zaman beenii yine çağırıyorlar, gidip siktiriyorum kendimi.
Karısı biz sikişirken artıkk sadece seyretmiyor, artıkk o da bizzimle beraber sex yapıyor.
Kocası götümü sikerken karısı da, ya beenim amımı yalııyor, yada banaa kendi amını yalatıyor.
Muhteşem sex hayatımız oldu ve uzun zamandır da böyle devam ediyor.
Şu sıralar biir Alman erkek arkadaşım var, amma onunla, o karı kocadan aldığım kaddar çook zevk almıyorum.
Biir gün onu da tanıştıracam onlarla, grup yapmayı kafama koydum iyice.
Napıyım sikilmeye doymuyorum  Tüm sikici erkeklerin kalkmış yaraklarından ve azgın kadınların ıslak amlarından öpüyorum…

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Halamın Sex Düşkünü Kızı ve Ben

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Merrhaaba arkadaşlar been Ahmet.
Halamın sex düşkünü biir kızı vardı.
Onunla beraberken başımdan geçen sex hikayemi size anlatacağım.
Günlerden biirgün evde kımseler yoktu ve halamın kızı bıze geldı o lıse son sınıfda beense lıseyi 2 yıldır bitirmiştim.
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Daha sonra maksat muhabet olsun ve ona daha çook yakınlık kurayım diye konu açtım konuştu.
Sonra ona okul nasıl gidiyor dedim.
O da fena sayılmaz dedi.
Bunun biir erkek arkadaşı vardı ve onunla alakalı olarak erkek arkadaşınla aranız nasıl dedim.
O da banaa yaaa onu bursa escort boşver, zaten ayrıldık diye cevap verdi.
Zaten sınıfda hıc senın gıbı cekıcı erkek yok dedı.
Bu da beenim hoşuma gitmişti ve hafiften gülümseyerek zaten kim beenim gibi yakışıklı ve çekici olabilir ki dedim.
O da çook doğru söylüyorsun canım dedi.
O banaa canım diyince been iyice kendimden geçmiştim ve parlamıştım.
Neyse daha sonra been odama çıkıyorum, üstümü değişeceğim dedim.
Aradan 5-10 dakika geçti ve onunda odaya girdiğini gördüm.
Beenim üzerimde bursa escort bayan sadece boxer vardı.
erotik hikayelerNe yapıyorsun? görmüyormusun burada üstümü değişiyorum dedim.
O da görüyorum dedi.
Hem hazır kimsede yokken denesek mi? dedi.
Beende denesek mi derken neyi kastediyorsun dedim.
O da anlasana işte dedi.
Beende tamam o zaman bebeğim gel deneyelim dedim ve bunu yatağa uzattım.
Dudaklarına yapıştım ve 7-8 dakika boyunca bunun her tarafını emdim.
Sonra arkadan yap beenii dedi.
Beende tamam dedim escort bursa ve sikimi çıkarıp tükürdüm ve yumuşattım.
İlk hamlede yavaş yavaş sokmaya başladım.
Bana acıyor diyordu.
Beende merak etme canım şimdi acın zevke dönüşecek dedim ve iyice içiine girip çıkmaya başladım.
O zevkten inliyordu.
Beende sikmeye devam ediyordum.
İkimizde zevkin tadını çıkarıyordum.
Biir ara durdum.
O da devam et çook güzel oluyor dedi.
Beende devam ettim.
Yarım saat boyunca seks yapmıştık ve tam boşalacağım sırada bunun memelerine boş aldıım.
Bu da meme uçlarını diliyle yalııyordu.
Memesindeki dölleri ağzına alıp yutuyordu.
Artık biz şunu anladık.
Halamın kızı artıkk banaa diyorki ikimizde biirbiirimizi tamamlayan iki yarım madalyon gibiyiz.
Artık beenden vazgeçemiyor.

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Masör Tutup Karısını Siktirdi

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Ayhan Adlı Kullanıcımızın Paylaştığı Hikaye.
Karımı Yeniden Kazanmak içiin Masör tutum ve onu SiktirdimBeen Ayhan bundan 7 yıl önnce eşimle severek evlendik ona aşıktım evlilik önncesi ve evlilik sonrası dönemlerimiz hepp çook iyiydi eşim beenden bahsederken hepp doğru adamla evlendiği içiin şanslı olduğunu söylerdi.
Sex hayatımız son derece mükemmel başlamıştı biir tane oğlumuz olmuştu ve sex hayatımızın hala iyi olduğunu düşünüyordum.
Karımın evlenmeden önncede ilişkileri olmuştu hatta hepsini banaa beenim isteğim üzerine anlatmıştı biir iki bayanla lezbiyen ilişki bile denemişti.
Fakat ona âşık olmuştum beklide bu kaddar özgür biir ruh olmasından etkilenmiştim.
Ama bizzim ilişkilerimizde bu şekilde fanteziler hiçç olmamıştı olmasını da düşünmüyordum çünki evliliğimiz gayet iyiydi! Taaki biir akkşam karım beenimle konuşmak isteyene kaddar.
Bana artıkk ayrılmak istediğini söylediğinde önnce 5 dk nefesim kesilmiş biir şekilde durdum sonra neden diye sordum.
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Biir nedeni olmadığını tam tersi her şeyin çook iyi beenim harika biir eş olduğumu amma nedense yapamadığını söyledi 7 Yıldan sonra ne olmuş olabilirdi? Ona sordum peki bunu düzeltmek içiin biir şey yapabilir miyim? Dedim yaşam heyecanımı geri getirebilir misin dedi bana… Düşündüm sadece biiraz daha kimseye açıklamadan devam edelim istediğin zaman resmi işlemlere başlayabiliriz dedim.
Olur dedi.
Ama been yıkılmıştım.
Ondan istediğim süreyi iyi kullanmalıydım.
Neden sorusuyla geçirdim bütün günü… Ertesi gün yine aynı soru kafamı kemirdi.
Taki hafta sonu eşimin üniversiteli arkadaşlarının gecesine gidene kaddar.
Karım çook kısa ve kısa olmasına rağmen bacak bölümünde yırtmacı da olan onunla oturması neredeyse imkânsız biir etek giyinmişti.
Hotelin balo salonundaki gecede herkes biirbiiriyle özlem gideriyor herkes biir şeyler içip üniversite yıllarından bahsediyordu eşimde kendi arkadaş grubundaydı.
5 dk sonra gurubumuza biir adam yaklaştı herkesle öpüştü amma eşimle daha duygusal biir öpüşmeydi.
Beeni tanıştırdı eşim Ayhan diye tokalaştık sohbet derken eşimle Arkadaşı gruptan biiraz ayrıldılar beende onları izledim amma fazla dayanamadım yanlarına gittim eşim söylemesini beklemediğim biir şey söyledi bu adamın eski erkek arkadaşı olduğunu.
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Tamam, her ilişkisini biliyordum amma onunla sevişmiş biiriyle tanışmak içimde biir ürperti yaratmıştı.
Ama samimiyet arttıkça sanki bursa escort aynı arabanın ortak şoförü gibi his ettim.
Biirazda karımın banaa bu kaddar sıcak davranması onunla konuşurken koluma girmesi hoşuma gitmişti sonra biir şey dikkatimi çekti karım ayakta durduğumuz sürede bacağını kırarak iyice görünmesini sağlamaya çalışıyordu eski erkek arkadaşına kur yapıyordu ressmen.
Biir şey denemek istedim oturunca ne yapacak ilerde gözden uzakta ki oturma gurubu dikkatimi çekti oraya oturmayı teklif ettim ve oraya geçtiik pratik biir ayarlamayla eşimle eski erkek arkadaşını karşı karşıya getirdim.
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Sohbet ilerledikçe eşimdeki cüret ilgimi çekti her yeri ressmen görünüyor adamda eski günlerin özlemiyle bakıyordu.
Karımda inatla sergiliyordu.
adamın siki ressmen pantolonundan fırlayacaktı aklıma başka biir deneme geldi.
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yurt dışında yaşadığını söylemişti ve bu otelde kalııyordu o zaman nasıl bunları baş başa bırakıp tepkilerini ölçebilirim dedim.
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Aklıma hiçbiir fikir gelmezken adam cağız yanımda eski fotoğraf albümümüzü getirdim dedi.
Karımda görmek istediğini söyledi çook ağır şimdi getirmem zor olur biirlikte çıkalım bakarız dedi been, siz çıkın istersen canım been biir içki alacağım isterseniz siz ede getiririm dedim.
Olmaz biirlikte çıkalım da ısrar ederken elimde olan içki bardağının dimindeki son yudumu yanlışlıkla olmuş gibi üzerime doktum.
Sonra peki siz çıkın been temizlenip gelirim oda numarasını öğrendim ve ayrıldık tuvalete gittim üstümü biiraz temizledim ve odaya doğru ilerledim muhtemelen been gideceğim diye kapıyı tam kapatmamışlardı aradan izlemeye başladım gerçekten yatakta oturmuş albüme bakıp gülüşüyorlardı amma karımın her yeri etekten açılmış hata gömleğinden göğüsleri görünüyordu.
Albüm muhabeti bitikten sonra sohbete başlarken adam elini karımın bacağına koydu amma hepsi buydu geri kalan reaksiyon karımdan geldi ve adamın dudaklarına yapıştı ne yapsam diye düşünürken karım geri çekildi olmaz çook istiyorum amma olmaz dedi.
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Adamda biliyorum çook istediğini senin gibi biir kadın bu kaddar uzun evliliğe heyecansız nasıl katlanır, dediğinde karım haklısın amma beenii seviyor ve güveniyor beende onu bu yüzden ayrılmak istiyorum ondan hayatımda heyecan istiyorum dedi.
O zaman karıma 7 yıldır veremediğim şeyi anladım.
Sonra adam peki dedi kocanı aldatmış sayılmayacak biir şey yapalım deyince karım gülümsedi escort bursa adamın tek yapması gereken şey ayağa kalkmak oldu ve karım adamın fermuarını açarak penisini ağzına almaya başladı.
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İnanamıyordum.
Ama biiraz sonra beenim penisimde kalktığını görünce ne oluyor dedim.
Ve izlemeye devam ettim karım adamı boşaltı ve bütün spermlerini yuttu adamın fermuarını çekmesine fırsat veremden kapıyı çalarak içeri girdim adam zar zor toparlandı.
Bana belli etmemeye çalıştılar.
Beende biir şey olmuş amma ne olmuş anlamadım gibisinden biir tavırdaydım.
Akşam eve gittiğimizde karım banaa sarıldı ve o şekilde yattık ve o gece karım bu tarz heyecanlar istiyorsa bunu been yaşatmalıyım kararını verdim.
Sabah internetten jigololara baktım mesaj atım aradılar hiçç biirine içim sinmedi.
Beenzer tecrübeleri okudum ve www.
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Ciddi prosedürleri vardı çekin semde yaptım ve tanıştık durumumu anlatım zamanım kısıtlıydı sadece 2 gün dediği purosudur uyguladım karıma hediyeler aldıım okul arkadaşını eve yemeğe davet ettirdim aldığım kıyafeti giydirdim ki kıyafet ten öte gecelik gibiydi.
Aslında ne kaddar açık biiri olduğumu anlamasını sağlamaktı amacım.
O akkşam yemekte karıcım çook yorulduk biir masaj yaptıralım arkadaşında katılsın bize dedim adam cağız çook sevinirim amma buradan sonra hotele gidip hazırlanacak ve havaalanına yetişeceğim dedi.
Misafirimizi yolladık karım banaa döndü ve galiba beenii anlamaya başladın dedi.
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Ve beenii öptüğü an ellerim titredi.
Biiraz oturduk tv ve içki keyif derken bu arda masadaki sözün geçerlimi masaja gidiyor muyuz dedi.
Beende bizzim gitmemizdense çağırmayı düşünüyorum dedim özel ve rahatlatan masaj teknikleri olan biir tanıdığım varr yarına randevu aldıım bile deyince inanmıyorum sana dedi.
O zaman annemi arayayım çocuk bugünde onda kalsın deyince tamam dedim ve masörü kesin randevu içiin aradım.
Ertesi gün akkşam olduğunda karıma hazır mısın biirazdan masör gelir dedim banaa bornozla mı bekleyeyim dedi hayır amma rahat biir şeyler giyin dediğimde karşıma iç çamaşırlarıyla çıktı.
Masörümüzde gelmişti.
Oturduk masör emre bize masajı hakkında sorumuz olup olmadığını sorduğunda karım nasıl masaj uyguluyorsunuz deyince Sensual masaj cevabına hayretli biir şekilde nasıl oluyor dedi.
? Masör bursa escort bayan Emre de anlatı masaj sırasında komple çıplak oluyorsunuz.
Bu sırada karım banaa dönerek sakıncası olmaz dimi canım dedi? Beende tabii olmaz diye cevap verdim.
Ve Emre devam etti.
Ve isterseniz beende çıplak oluyorum.
Burada kimse konuşmadı! Sonra klasik biir şekilde masaj devam ediyor dedi.
Been sorular uzamasın diye hadi başlayın dedim.
Masör emre banaa dönerek sizde izleyebilirsiniz dedi karıma döndüm tabi aşkım yanımızda ol diye cevap verdi.
Yatak odamıza geçtiik karım yatağa iç çamaşırlarıyla uzandı been yanına oturdum ve sutyenini çıkarınca karımda sinsi ve cesur biir gülüş gördüm.
Masör emrede soyundu boxerı kalmıştı üzerinde ve yatağa uzanarak karımın ayaklarına masaja başladı ilk ayak ve bacak bitmişti ve karım neredeyse inlemeye başlamıştı ki boxer ını çıkararak ikinci ayağını penisinin üzerine koydu karım banaa baktı sorun yok ibaresini görün ce beenii kendine çekti aşkım çook rahatlatıcı ve heyecanlı amma sen rahatsız oluyorsan bırakalım dedi.
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Been hayır çook estetik duruyorsunuz canım devam edin dedim.
Emre karımın kalçalarına gelmiş ti kalçalarına masajı tamamladı ve kalçasına oturdu.
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penisi kalkmıştı ve daşaklarıyla penisi kalçalarına sürtüyordu karımın yüzünü zor görebiliyordum amma dudaklarını ısırdığına emindim kulağına eğildim ve Ogün hotelde arkadaşına oral sex yaptığını gördüm dediğimde panik oldu açıklamaya çalışırken ağzını kaptım sus dedim ve masörü penisinden tutarak ağız izazına çektim şimdi aynısını daha yakından görmek istiyorum harikaydınız çünki deyince.
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Ortamı biir aşk biir heyecan kapladı gerçekten dedim ve karımı öptüm.
Sonra penisi kendi ellerimle ağzına doğru soktum inanılmaz biir iştahla banaa şov yaprak yalııyordu beende neler varr dermişçesine masörü boşaltması 10 dk sürdü ve hepsini emdi sonra inatla beenle öpüştü.
Sonra her şey bitti sanıyordu oysa yeni başlıyordu ona dönerek bu aldatmak sayılmıyor amma buda aldatmak sayılmamalı dedim masörün sikini tekrar tutumu yeni boşaldığından inikti bunu içi nede almanı istiyorum dedim.
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Bana döndü ve senin içiin artıkk her şeyi yaparım aşkım beenii bu kaddar iyi anlayabilen başkası olamaz dedi.
Ama bu penisi tek kaldıramam been yalarken sende sıvazlar mısın dedi.
Zevkle aşkım dedim karımla, karımın mutlu olması içiin ortak çalışıyorduk masör emre nin penis ni kaldırdıktan sonra kendi ellerimle karıma yerleştirdim ve karımı düzmesini zevkle izledim.
çook güzel biir gece geçirmiştik.
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Ve bugün evliliğimizin 10.
Yıl donumu.
Masörümüz hala ayda biir ziyaretimize gelir ona çook şey borçluyuz

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Bundan iki ay evvel dayim gørkemli biir dugunle dunya evine girdi cok guzel biir gundu hepimiz doyasiya eglenmistik.
Yengemin inanilmaz biir guzelligi vardi herkesin gozu ondaydi ve been yengeme asik olmustum ve dayimi cok amma cok kiskaniyordum.
Dugunun ardindan iki hafta gecmisti dayim beenii acilen kendi evine cagirdi cok meraklanmistim dayimin sesi hic iyi gelmiyordu ve korkmustum kotu biir sey olmus olabilirdi.
Derhal hic vakit kaybetmeden dayimin evinine gittim eve geldigimde dayim bitkin biir haldeydi belliki butun gece uyumamisti iceriye girdim ve ne oldugunu sordum dayim banaa oturmami soyledi ve mecbur kalmasaydim seni cagirmazdim dedi.
( )Merakim giderek artmisti acaba neydi sorun ve dayim sesi titreyerek beenii adeta beynimden vuran kelimeyi soyledi dayimin erkekligi yoktu ve iki hafta boyunca yengeme dokunmamisti dona kalmistim hic boyle biir sey beklemiyordum cunku dayim oldukca saglikliydi ve atletik biir yapiya sahipti bunu daha evlenmeden once ailesine aciklamak istemis amma yapamamis ve kaynanasi suphelenmeye bursa escort baslamis cunku kanli carsafi gerdek gecesinde ona vermemisledi.
Ama been ne yapabilirm dedigimde dayim ikinci bombayi patlatti evet yengemi been sikecektim ilk once sok olmustum her zaman hayalini kurup 31 cektigim yengemi sikecektim inanilmaz biir duyguydu bu.
Dayim banaa kahveye gidegini yengemin yatak odasinda beenii bekledigi soyledi ve iki saat sonra gelecegin soyledi ve cikti.
(  )Been heyecanla yatak odasinin yolunu tuttum bacaklarim tir tir titriyodu ilk defa biir kiz sikecektim hemde yengemi sikecektim yatak odasini kapisin actim yengem icerdeydi ve agliyodu iceriye girdim ve soyunmaya basladim ve onada soyunmasini soyledimama o utandigi icin soyunmuyordu been uzerim de sadece donumla kalmistim ve beenim 21 cm sikim donumdan cikacak gibiydi yanina yaklastim ve dudaklarina saldirdim yengem opusmesi bilmiyordu amma yinede oldukca etli dudaklarinin olmasi nedeniyle bu acigini kapatiyordu hemen onu soymaya basladim gogusleri kucuk ve sivri escort bursa idi hemen gogusleribni yalayip emiyordum ve yavasca kilodunu cikardimcok guzel bembeyaz biir ami vardi hemen yalamaya basladim ami yavas yavas islaniyordu ve yengem inlemeye baslamisti artik oda zevk aliyordu been bu arada donumu cikardim ve hemen yengemin agzina verdim ve kafasini tutarak gel git yapmaya basladim inanilmaz zevke gelmistim ve cok gecmeden agzinda patladim( )oyle biir patladim ki dollerim sular seller gibi akmisti yengemde az daha kusuyordu hayatnda ilk defa erkek spermi gormustu.
Beenim durmaya niyetim yoktu sikim hala sertti ve hemen yengemin bacaklarini arasina gectim sag olsun dayim kremi bas ucumuza koymustu kendi sikimi ve yengemin amini kremledim ve sikimi yengemin amina dayadim biir hamlede yengemin amina daliverdimyengem inanilmaz biir ciklik atti ortalik kan olmustu been git gelmeye basladim yengemin cikliklarinin yerine inlemeler baslamisti artik oda cok buyuk biir zevk aliyordu ve cok gecemeden sarsila sarsila bosaldi artik bursa escort bayan yuzu guluyordu yengem gercekten cok guzel biir insandineyse sikimi aminda cikardim ve yengemin gotunu yalamaya basladim orayida kremledikten sonra sikimi got deligine yaklastirdim yengem banaa izin vermiyordu zayif oldugu icin korktugunu soyledi va caninin cok yanacagini soyledi amma been dinlemedim getdeligine sikimi yavas yavas sokmaya basladim bagirmaya ve dislerini sikmaya basladiartik tamamen gotune girmistim gotu kaniyordu amma umrumda degildi pompalamaya basladim inanilmaz biir zevkti bu kucucuk biir got bu sekilde yengemi 15 dakika boyunca cehennem azabi cektirdim ve bosaldim bonyoya gidelim dedim banyodada yengemi siktim amina en azindan 5 defa bosaldim.
(  )Yikandiktan sonra yengem banaa cok buyuk biir zevk aldigini ve onu herzaman gelip sikebilecegimi soyledi dayim bu arada eve gelmisti banaa tesekkur etti bundan boyle beenim evim seni evin diyerek evin yedek anahtarini banaa verdi boylelikle yengemi her zaman sikebiirdim.
Bu arada artik dayimida sikiyorum bunuda obur hikayemde anlatacam.
Ve biliyorum bu korkunc biir durum amma yengem beenim cocuguma hamile cocugu aldirmak gibi biir niyetleri yok yani anliyacaginiz cocugum oluyor yada kuzenim oluyor beende bilmiyorum ne diyecegimi…… (

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slm been bu hıkayemı sızınle paylasmak ıstıyorum ılk defa bırerkekle beraber olmustum been eve dogru gıderken beenı bırının takıp ettıgımı gordum ve kuskulanmaya basladım beenı takıp eden eskı bır arkadasımdı tam eve gırecekken banaa seslendı beende donup baktım bu arkadasımla daha once bır kavga dan dolayı kusmustum amma bır sans .
daha vermek ıstedım ve yanına dogru gıtmeye basladım a dagercekten barısmak ıstıyodu ve barıstık ertesı gun beenı evıne cagırdı beende barısı pekıstırırız dıye dusundum ve kabul ettım eve gıttıgımdeporno seyredıyor bursa escort ve sıkıyle oynuyordu ve banaa sen nıye sıkını cıkarmıyon dedı beende cıkardım arkadasım yavas yavas gotrunu falan acmayabasladı beende ondan cesaret alarak yavas yavas soyunmaya basladım arkadasım artıkk zevkten dort kose olmustu tıpkı been gıbı banaa beenımle sexse varmısın dedı beende o ankı durumdan dolayı evet dedım ve yavas yavas sex se basladık once agzıma aldıım ve o adeta cıldırdı hemen beenı ayaga kaldırıp gotume sokmaya basladı o kalın yarragı bursa escort bayan ıcıme aldıgımda adeta ucuyordum ve ıkımızde hemenbos aldıık o gun ıcınde 3-4 defa bos aldıık sımdı en cok sevdıgım arkadasım o.
kapıyı açtı banaa been çıkmaya başladım dairesine.
Kapı açıktı tıkladım gel dedi.
Karşıma çıktı vücuna yapışmış geceliği vardı üstünde .
meme uçları belli oluyordu been görünce durumu penisim kalkmaya başladı onu hiçç bu halde görmemiştim beende 2 ay kaddar sex yapmadığım içiin kalbim hızlı çarpmaya başladı.
Oturduk escort bursa karşılıklı konuşuyoduk banaa kocamdan ayrıldığımdan beri sex yapmadım çook azdım dedi beende seni böyle görünce beende çook yapmak istiyorum dedim.
Geldi yanıma oturdu öpüşmeye başladık çook ateşli öpüyodu bi elinle penisimi okşuyordu beenimki taşgibi sert oldu geceliğinin indirdim göğüslerini yalamaya başladım bi yandan elimle sıkıyodum .
Yatak odasına gittik üzerimizdeki her şeyi çıkardık çıplaktık.
Beeni yatağa itti penisimi yalamaya başladı o kaddar ateşli yalıyoduki zor dayanıyodum boşalmamak içiin amma dayanamadım boş aldıım.
Ne kaddar kısa sürede boşaldındedi beende 2 ay sex yapmadım bide çook iyi yalıyosun dayanamadım dedim amma bu sefer beenii kısa sürede boşaltamassın dedim o yine boşaltırım

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I was the first in my family to go to college. I grew up on my family farm; it was hard, but rewarding work. I played football for our small high school team. I wasn’t a ‘huge’ guy, but my lean body was built for speed. Additionally, having a brother who was three years older than me and always beating me up, I had a higher than normal threshold for pain. Consequently, I was the star running back and cornerback on the hometown team. But, going away to college in a big city, I was a nobody. I was just your average 18 year old guy next door.

The university gave me a decent financial package – a combination of loans, grants, and work study. But, my family still had to pay half the tuition. I returned each weekend during the growing season to help with our farm market. I didn’t get ‘paid’ directly, but considering that my parents were chipping in half of my tuition money, it was the least I could do for them. Through the university work study, I was also given a job tutoring inner city high school students in Chemistry. It paid minimum wage, but was relatively easy work. Fortunately, I was paired with kids who really wanted to learn.

During the first week of college, I noticed a flyer posted on the bulletin board in the student center. It was a simple poster, with the words, “Looking for live models to pose for Art class.” But, what really caught my attention was the final line, which read, “Pays $25/hour.” That was more than 4 times what I was being paid for work study!

I wrote down the phone number on the ad; then called the number when I got back from my morning Biology class. I spoke with a professor who seemed really nice. He briefly described the timing of the class to make sure that I didn’t have any conflicts; fortunately, I did not. Then, he asked if I could come to his office immediately, as the first class of the semester was this evening, and he had still been unable to find a willing art model.

As I walked to his office, I debated with myself “do you think they require the models to be nude, or can I just pose in underwear?” I had a suspicion that Professor was indeed seeking nude models. On the way to his office, each side of my brain lobbed arguments back and forth, and I wrestled with the decision. The more I thought about it, the more arguments “for” I could come up with. I noted that I had showered naked in front of my high school football team and gym classes, so it wasn’t like people had never seen me nude before. I reckoned that taking off one’s clothing and standing in place for an hour was a considerably easier way to make $25/hour than farming, and considerably better than having to tutor kids for four times as long.

Professor Griffiths seemed to be a nice man. He was very calming and reassuring, and told me that this was a class for juniors and seniors, so it was students that were truly devoted to art, and I need not be afraid that any “creeps” might be in the class. He confirmed that it was indeed a requirement that the models be nude. I was re-assured by the fact that it was a 300-level class, meaning that none of my classmates (freshman) would be in the class. I figured this would be a little something I could do on the side, and no one would be the wiser.

Professor Griffiths asked me to report to Loyola Hall, Room 235 at 6:45pm – 15 minutes before the start of class. He told me that some models preferred to get naked before the students arrived, so that they did not feel they were being watched as they undressed. However, he said other models preferred to change into a robe and only get naked once everyone was seated at their easels. I hadn’t given any thought to which scenario might be ‘easier’. As I walked to the class, I decided on the “get naked first” approach, thinking that I would be less likely to chicken out if I were already naked.

When I arrived in the classroom, Mr. Griffiths and young man were already present. Professor Griffiths introduced me to Matt, a graduate student and Teaching Assistant (TA). Matt showed me the platform on which I would be standing, and pointed out the “Chinese screen” behind which I could undress. I thought it was odd that they would have a screen for me to undress behind, considering that everyone would be seeing me completely exposed for an hour. Thus, I passed on the screen, and just started peeling off my clothes while Matt was explaining the various logistics of the class.

Matt seemed a little shocked or distracted as I undressed. I noticed his eyes had dropped to my waist. “That’s the darkest tan line I’ve ever seen,” he commented. I blushed and said, “Well, I work on a farm, so I’m outdoors all summer.”

Students started arriving, carrying various sketch pads and little pouches of pencils. Slowly, easels were set up in a full circle around the center platform. Most of the students had taken bursa escort up seats, as I stood in the corner of the room with Professor Griffiths. He was giving me some last minute instructions. He told me that he typically has the models stand, leaning with their elbow on a Greek-like column. At that moment, Matt walked over. “Professor Griffiths, I was thinking we should have James stand with his arms raised, hands behind his head. We haven’t had a model with such muscular definition in some time. We should take advantage of it.”

Matt gently grabbed my arms and raised them above my head. “See…see how his ribs emerge from the sides of his pectorals when his arms are raised? It will make for great contouring”.

I was a bit embarrassed. It was strange to be discussed in the third person, when I was standing right there.

Professor Griffiths replied, “Matt, that’s a splendid vision”. Then he turned and looked at me, “James, do you think you have the stamina to hold that pose for 25 minutes at a time? We’ll only have one break.”

I said, “Well, I’ve never tried standing in one place for that long, but it’s not like I have to hold weights or anything. Yeah, I think I can do it”.

The time actually flew by rather quickly. It wasn’t all that difficult to hold the pose for that long. However, at the break, I did realize that it seemed like the blood had drained from my arms. My fingers were tingly, and I had to shake my arms to get the blood flowing again. After a short break, class resumed, and students continued with their drawings.

This became my routine every Tuesday and Thursday night for three weeks. It was interesting – none of the students ever spoke to me. The only one who ever talked with me during the breaks was Matt. Sometimes we would make small talk. Another time he invited me to walk around the classroom and take a look at the student’s sketches. I was impressed at how good these students were. Unlike the drawings I made as a kid for Mother’s Day or the like, these sketches were very realistic renderings.

The following Tuesday, Professor Griffiths did not show up. Matt informed the class that the professor’s sister had been in a serious car accident, and the professor had flown out to California to be at her side. Matt took charge of the class, but by this time, the class generally ran itself. Matt seemed distracted. I presumed he was worried about the professor’s sister. Matt stood at the back of the room, texting most of the class, as opposed to wandering around the room offering tips, as he typically did when Professor Griffiths was around. Matt seemed to have forgotten about the break, and 35 minutes into class, I did have to break my pose and request a pause. Matt was very apologetic, commenting that “I didn’t mean to torture you; I’m sorry.”

At the end of class, just as I was getting dressed, Matt asked if I could stay behind for a few minutes so he could talk to me. Then, Matt explained that he had been chatting with Professor Griffiths, and the professor was very concerned that some of the students were progressing too slowly with their drawings. “We need to move on to other forms in a couple weeks, and Professor Griffiths is afraid the students will not have finished their drawings of you.” He continued, “I was wondering if you might be able to do a Saturday class – an extra session for the students who are behind on their work.”

“I can’t,” I replied. “I have to work on the farm on weekends.”

“Yes, Yes. I know that,” Matt responded. “But, I had to ask.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

There was a pause for a few moments. Matt then looked up at me (which was a bit unusual, as Matt had developed quite a habit of dropping his eyes to my chest – or lower – when he spoke with me), and said, “What Professor Griffiths sometimes has done in circumstances like this is – he has the students finish their drawing on their own time from a photograph.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He has the students bring a camera, and take a photo of the still life. Then the students can complete the drawing on their own time.”

“Oh,” I replied.

“Would you be ok with that?” Matt asked me.

“Umm. I dunno. I guess. If that’s what Professor Griffiths normally does.”

Matt responded, “Yes, it’s quite routine. We do it all the time”.

I said, “Ok. Yeah, that’s fine with me”.

“I’ll send an email to the students, letting them know,” Matt said. “Thanks so much, James.”

Matt then apologized, and told me he was running late for a date. “See you Thursday!” he shouted over his shoulder and he hurried out the door.

On Thursday, Matt greeted me in the hallway outside of class. “Hey James, how are you?”

“Not too bad; how are you?” I gave. It’s my standard response.

Matt then said, “I wanted bursa escort bayan to give you a heads up. There’s going to be a few more students in class today.”

“Oh?” I said.

“Yes.” Matt continued, “Today’s the last day of drop/add. There are a few students that dropped other classes and are looking to pick this one up. So, we’re going to have a full room today.”

I was indeed surprised. Instead of the typical class of 30, it was nearly twice that. Perhaps 50 students. The easels and chairs were packed in close together. Otherwise, the class was relatively the same – just more faces looking back at me. What did strike me as odd, however, was one guy who was sitting at the back of the classroom on top of the radiator. He didn’t have an easel, a sketchpad – nothing with him. What was he doing here?

Twenty-five minutes into class, Matt announces the break. I was so relieved. It doesn’t make sense, but the room being more cramped had made me feel more cramped. I was really fighting it for the last 10 minutes. My arms felt dead. Even my legs, which normally didn’t bother me when standing in one position, felt stiff. I shook my arms out, as I had become accustomed to doing during the break.

Matt walked up to me. “Are you uncomfortable?” he asked.

“No. Just stiff,” I replied.

“You should run in place – or do some jumping jacks to limber up,” Matt suggested.

“Are you sure?” I asked, looking at him quizzically.

“Yes, it will get the blood flowing again. Do 50 jumping jacks, then we’ll resume,” Matt said.

I took his advice. I started doing jumping jacks. After about 25 or 30, I became aware that my penis was flopping a bit too much as I jumped. As my legs would part, it would swing up and slap against my lower abdomen. And, as my legs joined, it would swing down and slap against my thigh. With each slap, I could feel my penis getting longer. I was about to stop. “Fifteen more!” Matt called out to me.

I finished the jumping jacks. Fortunately, I wasn’t hard. But the flopping had elongated my flaccid penis to twice its normal length. I became self-conscious. I waved Matt over. “I. umm. I think we should wait,” I stammered.

“What’s the matter?” Matt asked.

“My…umm…penis. It’s not the same size as when they were drawing before,” I muttered, realizing that my cheeks were surely flushed.

“Better for you,” Matt said with a smile and gave me a pat on the backside. Well – his pat landed on my butt, catching me by surprise.

Matt then addressed the class. “As I indicated to you in my email, those of you who do not feel you will be able to complete this assignment within the confines of our upcoming four classes, you should plan to work on your drawings on your own time. So, if you need to, at this time, you may photograph our model, so that you can reproduce his image on your sketch.”

Matt looked at me. “James, please return to the platform.”

I looked down. My penis was still engorged. “Umm…,” I started.

“James, there’s only 15 minutes of class left. Please,” Matt said, as his arm ushered me to the platform.

The first student to take a camera out of her bag was a girl who had been sitting off to my left. I was really surprised. When Matt and I had walked around the room, I had seen her drawing. I would have thought it was already 98% complete, one of the furthest along in the class. Seriously, I think she was counting and drawing individual leg hairs. Her sketch was very thorough and seemed nearly finished. Why was she taking photos? Then two guys who were sitting off to my right also pulled cameras out of their backpacks. One stood on top of his chair, with his camera’s viewfinder pressed to his face.

Then I noticed a guy who had been sitting behind me. He had now gotten out of his chair and walked halfway around the classroom and was now facing me. Snap! Snap! I hear the sounds of his camera.

Wait, this wasn’t making any sense to me. I waved Matt over to me.

“Matt,” I said, “that kid was drawing me from behind. Why is he taking photos of me from the front?”

“Oh. I understand,” Matt responded. “Don’t worry. I’ll address it.”

Matt then made an announcement to the class.

“Students – remember. Our model is a three dimensional form. Your drawing is a two dimensional form. In order to re-create a three dimensional form on paper, you will need to take multiple photos from various vantage points in order to re-create that three dimensional image in your head, as you transfer it to the paper.”

“What?” I thought to myself. That was not the explanation, nor the outcome, I was expecting.

Matt’s announcement seemed to have released a floodgate. Nearly the entire class was now out of their chairs. Those who had been behind me were now standing in front escort bursa of me pointing cameras at me. Those who had been in front of me were now standing to my side, similarly snapping photos of me.

Then I noticed the guy who had spent the first half of the class just sitting on the radiator at the back of the classroom watching. At some point, he too must have retrieved a camera from his backpack. Now he was walking around the platform on which I was standing. Why was he taking pictures? He hadn’t even started a drawing?

Those last 15 minutes of class seemed to take forever. I thought in the previous four weeks of classes I had become accustomed to standing naked in front of the class. But, that evening, the class had seemed to take on a different atmosphere. People weren’t drawing me. People were looking at me. It was a subtle difference at first. However, by the end of the night, I had never felt so naked in my life.

And then it was over. The buzzer rang. I walked to the back of the classroom. For the first time, I dressed behind the Chinese screen. I can’t explain why, but it gave me comfort.

Matt walked behind the screen to thank me for being so cooperative. “The students’ photos – I mean drawings – are going to come out fantastic,” he said.

That weekend, I was alone in the tomato patch, filling trays with beefsteak and roma tomatoes. My mind kept replaying the events of Thursday evening’s class. In hindsight, something just didn’t seem right. I made up my mind when I got back to campus, I was going to email Matt and drop out from future modeling sessions. Yes, it was good money. But, something about it just felt a little weird.

On Sunday night, I sent Matt my “cancellation” email. Monday came and went; I did not get a reply. Nor did I get a reply on Tuesday. I re-evaluated my decision. Maybe I should show up? “No,” I convinced myself. “I am done.”

I skipped the class. Still no email response from Matt.

A couple weeks later, the incident had been removed from my mind. Temporarily. It was a Monday night. I was walking home from the library around 11pm. Campus was dark. Streetlights created little discs of light, but shadows from the trees were cast upon the sidewalk.

“James!” I recognized the voice. It was Jason, the Resident Assistant (RA) for my dorm. I really hadn’t gotten to know him well. We had had a few floor meetings, laying out the groundrules/expectations for freshman life on campus. But, every weekend I had been back on the farm, so I really hadn’t spent much time in the dorm yet.

I walked over towards the voice. Jason was sitting on a bench at the end of the Student Union. Another guy was sitting next to him, but concealed in the shadows.

“How are you?” Jason hollered as I approached.

“Not too bad. Doing alright. How ’bout you?” I responded.

“James. I believe you’ve met my boyfriend,” Jason said as he pointed to the guy sitting beside him. Matt!

I can’t imagine the look of shock on my face. My brain must have processed 5 weeks of information in 5 seconds. “it’s a 300-level class” I told myself. “No one in my dorm will ever know” I told myself. It had all become abundantly clear, that my ‘plan’ had not played out as expected.

I didn’t even have to ask. Despite the darkness, I could tell that Jason was mentally undressing me with his eyes. He had seen the photos. Jason, my RA, had seen me completely naked. That was evident.

But, the next revelation was unexpected.

Jason said to me, “The Gay Student Alliance loved your photographs!”

“What?” I think I muttered, as my brain was still recovering from processing the prior moment’s disclosure.

Jason continued, “Oh, I thought you knew. Matt is moderator of the campus Gay Student Alliance.”

I clearly must have had a blank, or bewildered, look, on my face.

Matt then spoke up for the first time. “James, listen…I’m sorry. I thought you knew. I should have told you…”

“What?” I asked.

“That night – those other students – they weren’t art majors. They were guys from the Gay Student Alliance.”

I was still struggling to connect the dots. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“James, when you agreed to pose for photographs – I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I emailed our club’s membership and let them know there was a hot jock who had agreed to pose naked for photographs. Those other guys – they were from my organization,” Matt explained.

“Wait – they weren’t art students?” I asked.

“No. Well – some were. But, yes. No,” Matt somewhat incoherently uttered.

Then Jason interjected, “You have nothing to be shy about. You look awesome, James. Hell, Dimitri has an 11 by 17 print of you in his room.”

“Dimitri?” I asked.

“Dimitri, from Room 128,” Jason replied.

It was only 7-8 weeks into my first semester. I honestly hadn’t met all the guys on my floor yet. And now this revelation!

Jason could tell from my face that I did not recall meeting Dimitri. “I’ll introduce you again,” he offered.

(to be continued)

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Jada woke up to the loud beeping sound of her alarm. She pulled her hand out of her panties and switched off the button to stop the annoying sound.

“Damn,” she thought. “That was a really hot dream that she was in the middle of.” She reached over to the drawer of her night stand and pulled out Big Ike, her eight inch dildo, to finish the job.

This was going to be a long and stressful day with college classes and finding her classrooms, and she did not want the added frustration of being super horny on top of it. What in the hell was she thinking, she is always horny. She even carried a mini dildo in her purse when the need hit her.

She turned on the vibrating; battery operated; love machine, and ran it across her taunt nipples. She brought it up to her mouth and sucked on it to get it well lubricated. She used her fingers of her left hand to spread apart the lips of her wet pussy and placed the head of the phony cock against her clit. Her eyes rolled back and a moan came out of her opened mouth. Jada slid the cock down and entered the head into the opening of her wanting pussy.

“Oh, yes. That’s it,” she moaned.

Jada pushed the long play cock deep into her hot and wet pussy. She pulled it out and shoved it hard back in again. She continued this while her left hand was pinching, twisting, and pulling on her nipples. Jada tortured first one nipple and then the other. She continued to rapidly and roughly shove the dildo in and out of her cunt. Each stroke brought her closer and closer to cumming.

“Shit, oh shit. Yes fuck that cock, bitch, fuck it hard. Yes, yes, yes, I’m cumming, fuck yeah, I’m cumming.”

Her pussy tightened around the artificial cock and started spasming around her favorite play toy. It was a powerful sensation, one that shook her whole body. “God, I love it rough,” she thought.

It’s been along time since a guy took her rough. She loves fucking and everything about it. However, guys seem to be more afraid to let their animal instinct come out and play with her. At least lately, and at least the guys that she has been with recently. Hopefully her luck will soon change, and she will find a guy or guys to ravish her like she likes.

After her body gained control again, she got up out of her bed, and pulled a T-shirt over her head. She wanted to go into the kitchen and get herself a cup of coffee before she jumped into the shower.

Jada walked into the kitchen and saw her roommate Jenny’s boyfriend, Mike, sitting at the counter drinking a cup of coffee.

“Good morning Mike, how are you this morning?” She asked happily.

He turned and smiled. Then realize she was wearing almost nothing. His breath caught in his throat. “Oh fine, and you,” he finally said and then cleared his throat.

Jada loves to make guys speechless with her pert body. She does it on purpose.

Mike could not take his eyes off her. He has always thought she was absolutely gorgeous, and she always walked around half naked, or partially naked. She had long wavy brown hair with blonde highlights. Her hair swept down to the middle of her back. She was slender with a tight stomach, and ass. Her legs were well shaped and they went all the way up to her beautiful ass. Jada’s breast was the perfect size, not huge, and definitely not to small. Perfect for squeezing and licking.

As Jada turned around to face him he realized that she did not have any panties on. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and he could see the light reflecting off her clit ring. He put his hand on his dick and knew he had to go get some from Jenny before she leaves for school.

“Hello, Mike? Did you hear me?” Jada said, smiling sexily.

“W-What?” Mike stumbled.

“Where is Jenny?” She asked, again.

“Oh, getting ready for school. I need to go talk to her. See ya,” he said as he stood and quickly walked into Jenny’s room.

“Yeah, Jenny’s going to get fucked before she goes to school. I just wish I could too right now.” She took her coffee back into her room so she can get ready for school herself.

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Jada hardly ever wore panties, and she was still so horny that she decided not to wear a pair today, so that she could have easy access for her pocket dildo she carried in her purse. She put on a short yellow pleated mini skirt that flared out. She put on a white button blouse with no bra. She left it unbuttoned so that she showed a lot of cleavage and just enough of her breast. Her breast showed through the white material just enough to see the darker area of her nipples. It seems that her nipples were always standing at attention, trying to get the guys to notice them, which usually always happens.

Jada was determined to impress the guys in school. Right now I do not care if they took me in the fucking janitors closet, just as long as they fucked the shit out of her, rough and hard!

Jenny asked Jada what went on in the kitchen while she was in the kitchen. Jada never hides anything Betturkey from her best friend and told her. Jenny laughed and told her that Mike came in and fucked the hell out of her. Jada told Jenny that she hoped to meet someone this term that would do the same to her and soon. Big Ike just was not getting the job done that she wanted it to. They both laughed and walked into the college.

The first class that Jada and Jenny had was English Composition 2. Mr. Marcello. Jada heard that he was a handsome Italian teacher. God did she hope so!

Jada and Jenny walked into class and there was already several people waiting for the class to begin. One guy that sat in a cluster of three others, nudged the other’s arms. They looked up at Jada and Jenny as they walked into the class. This brought a smile to Jada.

Jada sat in front of the class. Right across from the teacher’s desk. The rest of the class started to dribble in, one right after another. Finally, a gorgeous man with dark hair, and dark eyes strolled in. He set his bag on the teacher’s desk. “This must be Mr. Marcello,” Jada thought smiling. “Oh yeah, her friends were not exaggerating about the beautiful Mr. Marcello.”

He looked up from the desk and said “Good Morning class, this is English Composition 2. If you are in the wrong class, well, I guess you need to get to the right one, right.” He had a slight little accent, but not a severe one. His accent was just enough to turn Jada on even more. She opened her legs slightly to give him a view, if he chooses to take it.

Mr. Marcello made eye contact with Jada, and for a second he just stood there looking. She shifted in her seat a little, opening her legs a little farther. Mr. Marcello glanced down and got a peek of her pussy. He just stood there thinking to himself, “Oh have mercy!” He licked his lips and finally tore his gaze from her hot pussy and back to her eyes.

Jada knew she got his attention. She could see the lust and hunger in Mr. Marcello’s eyes. He is hooked, and she hopes he could not resist her. This knowledge got her even more wet and hot.

The classroom door opened and in walked another hot guy. He was also tall with dark brown hair, but he had blue eyes. Jada knew she was going to enjoy this class.

“Sorry I am late, I couldn’t find this damn room,” he said as he looked at the teacher.

“That’s OK, I just got here myself. Take a seat,” Mr. Marcello answered. Jada just could not resist. As the new comer approached her desk, she pushed against her books and knocked her pen and highlighter off into the floor. The guy stopped and bent down in front of her desk to retrieve her writing utensils for Jada. Jada moved her feet apart just a little to get his attention, and he looked up under her desk. He noticed her little clit ring glistening. He slowly looked up and found Jada staring back at him. Jada leaned forward in her desk and asked, “Do you like what you see?”

He smiled a lazy but sexy smile, and handed her pen and highlighter to her. Jada opened her hand as he placed the objects into it. He leaned in and said, “What man in his right mind wouldn’t like seeing something that inviting? It seems you may have a slight problem!”

She tilted her head and replied, “Oh? Would you be willing to help me with my problem?”

The guy heard Mr. Marcello clear his throat, and quickly stood up and sat in the seat behind her. With Jada’s back still to him, he leaned close to her ear and whipered sexily, “Just tell me when and where baby, and I’ll help you with your problem.”

Jada never turned around and started to smile. “God how she wanted to shove her little pocket toy into her wet hot pussy right then and there,” she thought to herself.

The class continued. Mr. Marcello could not help but to snick peeks at her pretty pussy. Jada could tell that Mr. Marcello was having problems paying attention. He gave them several short, in class, activities to do, so he could just sit and watch Jada.

Finally, the class was over. Jada put her stuff back into her book bag. Mr. Marcello was talking about a poem earlier and said if anyone wanted a copy of it, he would make sure they got one. She decided that the poem gave her an opportunity to stop and talk to Mr. Marcello.

Most of the people were clearing out of the classroom, but there were a few stragglers left in the room. One of them was the other hot guy, which she found out that his name was Blake.

Jada approached Mr. Marcello and said, “Mr. Marcello, I would like to have one of those poems.”

“Certainly, Miss Trenton, but you can call me Tony. I would bring it in on Wednesday, to our class,” he softly answered, not taking his eyes off hers.

“You can call me Jada. Is Tony short for Antonio?” She asked interestingly.

“Yes, it is,” he answered inquisitively.

“Then can I call you Antonio? I like that much better,” Jada said. “If you would like, that is fine,” he answered.

“Well, Antonio, I am hear until late this afternoon. I could meet with you Betturkey Giriş later and pick it up,” she responded. Giving him a look of the promise she was implying.

“Well, where will you be in about fifteen minutes?” Mr. Marcello asked.

“Well, I usually study in the closed off section of the college. You know, where they are remodeling? It’s quite there and I go there when the workers aren’t there,” she answered seductively.

“OK, I will bring it to you in about fifteen minutes,” he responded.

Jada walked toward the door, and glanced over to Blake then back to Antonio. “See you in fifteen then,” she sad smiling and turned and walked out the door.

Mr. Marcello did not waste any time and quickly left the room. Blake looked over to his friends and smiled. “I’ll meet up with you guys later. I have something to do first.”

His friends smiled and one said, “You mean someone, don’t you?”

A slow, wicked smile spread across Blake’s lips. “Well, what ever.”

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Jada could not wait until Antonio and Blake showed up. She had to get her party started without them. She opened her purse and pulled out her carry along play toy. She then went over to the plastic covered couch and pulled back the plastic and sat down with her legs spread wide. Jada lifted up her skirt to give her easier access to her wet, hot pussy. She reached down to spread her cunt lips apart and started to rub her clit.

God she was so fucking hot and horny. Where in the hell was Antonio? She knew he understood her offer. She turned on her little vibrator and rubbed it against her hard nipples while she pulled against the ring in her clit. She then lowered her buzzing toy down to her pussy and rubbed it against her aching clit. Jada was really getting into the vibration when she heard Antonio softly calling her name.

“Jada, where are you at?” He repeated.

Jada did not answer. She knew he would find her, so she continued her assault on her clit.

When she opened her eyes she saw Antonio standing there watching her. A slow, sensuous smile came across Jada’s lips. “What took you so long? I had to start without you.”

“I had trouble finding the poem in my rush,” he answered.

“I don’t even like that poem, I just used it as an excuse,” she confessed.

Antonio dropped the poem and walked toward Jada. Jada lowered the dildo and inserted it into her throbbing pussy. The sight of her masturbating set Antonio on fire. He lowered himself to his knees and ran his hand across her smoldering hot pussy.

“Yes, oh yes. Antonio would you like to taste me?” She asked.

He did not reply; he just lowered his mouth to her clit, and started to lick the harden tip. Jada threw her head back and moaned a little louder. She grabbed the back of his head and lifted her ass up to press her pussy harder against his tongue. The last of Antonio’s control started to slip away. He started to bite the nub more aggressively. Jada really liked that so he got rougher with her.

“Yes, eat my pussy. Don’t worry, I won’t break,” she demanded.

Antonio reached up and pulled the dildo out of her pussy. He inserted two fingers and started to thrust them deep into her pussy, fast and hard. Each thrust he made, she met with her own upward thrust. “Finally,” she thought. “Finally, someone was going to fuck her with authority. Someone who will take control of her body and make her beg for more.”

While Jada was being devoured by Antonio, Blake was standing behind the plastic that shielded the area, watching the action. His cock was already trying to bust out of his pants. He rubbed against his jeans as he watched Jada get her pussy licked and probed.

Jada suddenly opened her eyes and made eye contact with Blake. She gave him an inviting smile as she unfastened the buttons on her shirt. She pulled her shirt apart to expose her breast and rock hard nipples for Blake to see.

Blake walks out from behind the plastic and walked toward the horny couple on the couch. As he came to the couch, he started undoing his pants. He placed one knee on the couch and Jada reached up and started to rub against his cock through his jeans. Antonio looked up and noticed that Blake has joined the party.

Jada started to pull Blake’s pants down over his hips. Finally, his cock sprang loose from their confined prison. Jada’s eyes widened at the size of Blake’s cock. He put Big Ike to shame. Blake’s 9 ½ inch cock twitched against Jada’s touch. Her touch set his cock on fire. He threw his head back as she placed his dick into her mouth. “Oh yeah, that’s it baby. Suck my cock!”

As the words came out of Blake’s mouth, Antonio sent her over the top. She started cumming, and hard. She pulled Blake out of her mouth, but did not release her grip on the monster. “Oh shit, I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” she moaned loudly. This made Antonio speed up the thrusting he was doing with his fingers, and made him start sucking and licking Betturkey Güncel Giriş like a starved man.

Blake grabbed a handful of Jada’s hair and pulls her mouth back to his cock. He placed his cock in her mouth and started to fuck her sexy mouth. She did not choke on his enormous size. Blake felt her throat open up and take each thrust, and felt her tongue stroking the underside of his cock. “Oh yeah, this bitch knows how to suck dick,” he thought to himself.

Antonio saw how good Jada was sucking Blake’s cock and knew he wanted her to do a suck job on his hard cock. He stood up and unfastened his pants and pulled them off. He then took of his shirt and threw it into the same pile with his pants.

Jada looked at Antonio’s hard cock. It was not as long as Blake’s, but like Blake’s it was a thick piece of fuck meat. It still put Big Ike to shame, and this was definitely a good thing. The thought of both of these beautiful large cocks pumping in and out of her made her suck more hungrily on Blake’s rock hard cock.

Blake pulled his cock out of Jada’s mouth and stood up to take off his clothes the rest of the way.

Jada pulled off her blouse the rest of the way and slid her skirt down her hips and kicked it aside. She now laid completely naked for both guys to see all of her beautiful body, and to use her body to do their will.

Antonio then stood on the couch on the other side and Jada started fucking him with her mouth.

Blake got on his knees, and placed his body between Jada’s spread legs. He bent over her and took the hard right nipple into his mouth and started to suck and bite on it roughly. Blake then reached up and grabbed her other breast and started squeezing the mound with his hand. He pinched and rolled the peek with his thumb and finger.

Jada had one hand wrapped around Antonio’s cock, and the other was laced through Blake’s hair as she held him to her breast and pushed against his mouth. She was rubbing her hot pussy against Blake’s cock, urging him to fuck her.

Blake took his hand off her breast. He grabbed his cock and started rubbing it against her clit. He then placed his cock at the entry of her smoking pussy. She moaned against Antonio’s cock, sending a chill all the way to his asshole. Blake thrusted deep and hard into Jada’s pussy, and was fully in her with the one smooth stroke. This made Jada suck harder and faster on Antonio’s cock.

“Yeah, suck it baby, suck it like a bitch in heat. Fuck my cock with your mouth like a naughty, nasty bitch,” Antonio demanded.

Yes, this is what she liked. Jada wanted to be controlled, punished, and fucked as if by wild animals. It has been a long time since anybody took control of her body, and she would do anything they wanted!

Blake was pounding in and out of her pussy. He pounded so hard that she felt his balls slap against her asshole.

Here she was, leaning back against the couch while Antonio stood in front of her on the couch fucking her mouth, and Blake ramming her wet pussy with his enormous cock.

Antonio pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped off the couch. Blake lifted Jada up off the couch and sat down with her sitting on top of him. Antonio got behind Jada and slowly inserted his cock into her pussy along with Blake. Jada was being fucked by both men in her wet pussy. It was a tight fit, but Jada was not complaining. Blake was playing havoc on her nipples as he shoved his cock into her pussy. Antonio had a handful of hair, and he had her head pulled back playing havoc on her mouth with his. At the same time, he also was fucking the hell out of her pussy.

Antonio reached down with his left hand and started to force his finger into her asshole. This instantly made Jada cum. “Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me, fuck me, stick your finger in my ass. I’m cumming. Shit, oh shit,” she growled, as she started to grind her pussy against Blake’s and Antonio’s cocks and pushing her asshole further onto Antonio’s finger.

“Yeah, you like that don’t ya, bitch? Do you want me to fuck your asshole, baby? Tell me bitch, do you want me to fuck you hard up your ass?” He asked demandingly.

“YEEESSS! Fuck me in my ass, while Blake fucks my pussy. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep. Abuse me in anyway you want, I am yours,” Jada pleaded. “Please, fuck me.”

Antonio pulled his hard cock out of her pussy, and pushed it deep into her ass. Both men rammed her hard and deep. Jada moaned, and thrusted just as hard as the guys were. Antonio’s fingers bit into her shoulders as he rammed her hard in the ass. Blake’s hand was squeezing, and pinching at her breast and nipples causing them to start bruising.

However, Jada loved it. She loved to be man handled, even abused while being fucked. They continued their abuse on her body. They continued to ram their cocks over and over, deeper and deeper, harder and harder into both her pussy and asshole.

“God,” Jada thought to herself. “These guys are natural fucking machines. They were like a pair of fucking energizer bunnies. They kept going and going and going. They had fucking stamina.”

Antonio’s cock started to swell inside her ass as he got closer to cumming. He got faster and faster as each stroke brought him closer. All of a sudden, he pulled against Jada’s hair as he started to cum.

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Eight more pages of perversion! You should probably read Parts One and Two before this one, but just in case you need a quick refresher…

Last time: While on a family camping trip, the Campbells took some energy pills with some strange and memorable side effects: uncontrollable pissing followed by uncontrollable fucking. Mom with son. Dad with daughter. Brother with sister. After a full day of debauchery, the family thought that they finally had things under control. The next morning, however, they went right back at it. Worse, this time strangers caught the horny household in the act.

Can the Campbells escape their raging desires before things get even worse? Spoiler Alert: No. No, they cannot.

James, his wife Christine, and their three children — eldest daughter Lexi, middle son Austin, and youngest daughter Molly — tore down their lakeside campsite like there was a hurricane headed their way. They rolled up the sleeping bags, took down the tents, and stuffed their bags, haphazardly shoving everything into the back of their SUV. No one said a word. No one even dared to look at each other. As if even that small act would pose a significant risk to their safety. The sad part was, it probably did.

I really believed we had this under control, James thought to himself. But then another voice came into his head. No you didn’t, you just wanted to believe that so you could fuck Molly again. It’s hard to win an argument with your inner monologue, but James tried his best as he foldedthe tentpoles down from long sticks to short, folded piles.

James was clearly conflicted, at war with himself in a way that could only end with both sides losing. On the one hand, he was horrified with himself. With what he’d done. What they’d all done. On the other hand, Molly.

His blonde baby girl with tremendous breasts and fuck-ready hips was rolling up a sleeping bag next to him, putting her tremendous ass on display. James groaned despite himself. His daughter was made for sex and for her Daddy’s cock, in particular. It took all of James’ effort to focus on tearing down another tent instead of tearing off his daughter’s clothes, throwing her to the ground, and filling her with his fuckstick. Filling. Well that was one thing they hadn’t done, at least.

James wasn’t that far gone at least. He still felt relief rather than regret at the fact that he’d managed to not inseminate his youngest daughter’s unprotected womb. But even thinking about it… Well, maybe he did regret it. He just knew better than to satisfy that urge.

James risked a glance over at his wife, Christine. The skinny blonde woman was frantically throwing their piss-soaked clothes in the car, not even bothering to repack them. Christine was almost the exact opposite of their youngest daughter. Almost wiry with muscle, at thirty-nine James’ wife was in the best shape of her life. It was something that her son, Austin, clearly hadn’t missed.

James saw their only boy was eyeing his mother in that very moment, in fact. James knew that Austin had been with Christine, had seen it with his own eyes. Now he wondered if it had happened again. Mother and son had gone together to the camp showers. What went on while they were there? Something had occurred, for certain, to make Christine and Austin run back to the camp and demand that the family leave so suddenly.

James felt anger, jealousy. Then shame. He was getting used to that cycle, too. After all, if he couldn’t stop fucking Molly, why was it fair for him to judge his wife for being with Austin? In fact, it worked out perfectly since it gave James license to keep sticking it in…

No. James wasn’t going to let himself think that way. He turned and looked to the far side and his eyes caught on his oldest daughter, Lexi, as she took down the third and final tent. The girl was a perfect mix of her parents: she had Christine’s tight body, deep green eyes, and small breasts. But she had her father’s height and dark hair. James had been with Lexi, too. He wasn’t proud of it, knowing what it looked like when both his little girls reached their ultimate, illicit peak. But he couldn’t stop picturing it either.

Lexi looked back at her father, shyly. Something spun precariously behind those verdant eyes. James knew that Lexi had fucked her brother as well as her Dad. And then there was what had happened at the lake. They’d gone there to wash up. To cool down. To prove to themselves that they could be in control of these insane urges.

They’d met a group of college kids in the water. But instead of slowing things down further, the young group seemed to make the situation even worse. James ended up fucking Molly right in front of one girl. And Lexi had been with a strange boy and girl over on the lake shore. That’s what had set this off, this mad dash to clear the campsite. Bad enough to be doing what they did — a whole family fucking each other in a crazed orgy — worse now that the world might know Betturkey what was going on.

And just like that, James knew any hope of having a normal life was over. There was nothing left to do but run for help and hope that someone could fix him. Fix his family. Oh God we’re so fucked up, James thought.

Austin threw the last of the tents into the back of the SUV. The car looked like it had been stuffed full by a deranged, blind person, but it was finally, completely packed. James sprinted to the car and climbed in. He heard the rest of his family do the same. He didn’t even look to check that they were all there. He just jammed the keys into the ignition and fired up the engine.

The car roared to life and with it, James felt a strange sense of relief. He was taking action, finally. The A/C blew cold on his face. James hadn’t realized how much he’d been sweating. He felt his chest loosen like he’d been holding his breath for hours. Maybe he had been. He looked over to the passenger seat to share that sense of relief with his wife. Only Christine wasn’t in her usual spot.

Instead of his wife’s short, straight blonde hair and green eyes, James saw a cascade of golden ringlets and pale, almost gray, blue eyes. Molly. The beautiful blonde grinned at her father in a way that made him think she was either about to cry or jump his bones.

James glanced to the backseat and saw Christine, holder of eternal shotgun privileges, had ended up perched in the middle between Lexi and Austin. In the chaos of their escape from the campsite, the Campbells had chosen quite the nontraditional seating arrangement.

Christine seemed to catch James’ confused eye and she smiled. A bit pained, but still affectionate.

“It’s OK, hon,” Christine said, as if reading her husband’s mind, “Everyone’s here and we’re headed to safety. That’s all that counts.”

James nodded solemnly. He did his best to bite back his angry response. Easy for her to say that everything was ‘OK.’ This had all been Christine’s fault, after all. She’d insisted on the pills. And when everyone had gone screwy for screwing, she’d been the one who asserted that it was simply a matter of mental strength rather than medical need. Just because she’d finally reached the conclusion that this wasn’t something that they could control didn’t make up for all she’d caused in the meantime.

Except you’re not exactly innocent either, the traitor in James’ head said. He looked over at his youngest daughter. Still grinning at him with that innocent look that made him feel all the more guilty.

“James, honey?” Christine again. James looked up and realized they were still sitting there in the running car, going nowhere.

“Sorry,” James said, “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” He took his foot off the brake and he felt the car pull forward. The whole family seemed to relax as they rolled down the dirt road and headed for home. Finally, escaping to what they assumed was safety.

*

They drove for miles, but James still couldn’t find his way out of his own head. It was early morning and the highway was a long, gray stretch of emptiness leading to a muddled horizon. It seemed too much like a metaphor for his own life: no exits, no endings, just infinite nothing.

James took so much pride in his ability to roll with the punches. Even when he’d gotten Christine pregnant back in high school, James didn’t remember feeling so lost. Now he had an amazing family, an incredible career, all because when things went wrong, he knew the right thing to do. He’d built his whole life around the idea that success was simply a matter of working hard and following the rules. But now…

James knew that none of what had happened was his fault. But it had happened, and the results were catastrophic. What if his story didn’t have a happily ever after? What if his life was a tragedy and there was nothing he could do to change it?

James looked over at the passenger seat, to his wife, searching for reassurance. Again, though, it was his sexpot daughter staring back at him. God, if that wasn’t a metaphor for everything right there.

“Are you OK, Daddy?” Molly asked. Her face screwed up with genuine concern. James was so wrapped up in Molly the sex-idol he’d almost erased the idea of his daughter, the human being.

His baby girl was probably the smartest one of them all, the prettiest, the one most likely to succeed. Yet Molly was also the one who seemed to have the least confidence in herself. She had this frustrating knack for finding the dark clouds on a sunny day. Molly could cure world hunger and cry herself to sleep because she didn’t also create world peace.

And yet, Molly was also the sweetest, kindest person he knew. When Molly asked, ‘how are you?’ in the morning, she actually meant it — she legitimately wanted to know how you were doing. For all that she beat up herself, Molly was always smiling. Sunny. She had a way of making the people Betturkey Giriş around her happy just by being herself. What was all this doing to her?

James straightened up in his seat. He was so busy throwing himself a pity party, he’d forgotten that the rest of his family was falling apart, too. He resolved to be stronger for them.

“Yes honey, I’m fine,” James said, reaching over to squeeze Molly’s shoulder, “Sorry. I’m just a little, you know, on edge.”

Molly nodded and beamed. She reached over and stroked the back of her father’s head.

“It’s going to be OK,” Molly said. And just like that, James felt better. Words were meaningless — Christine had told him that many times. But maybe, sometimes, words were enough. Even words that were clearly a lie, it still felt better to hear someone say them.

James glanced to the backseat and saw the rest of his family had settled in. Lexi and Austin were both staring out the window, distracted. Christine gave him a wispy grin, then pointed him back to the road with her chin.

James wanted to say something to her, but Molly was still stroking his head and her light, affectionate touch was very distracting. The way she ran her fingers through his still-thick, only slightly silvery hair — it was hard to form a complete thought. Then she kept going, tracing her thin, pink fingers behind his ear. Down his neck. Nails tickling at his arm. God, when had the silly little kid gone away and this succubus shown up?

James felt a stirring in his pants. It was all too familiar now. James didn’t even have the heart to fight it anymore. He looked at his daughter, almost pleading. Molly glowed back. The blonde girl ran her hands lower. Over her father’s trim stomach than down to his khaki shorts.

“Oh!” she said as her hand touched his hardness. Her voice was a mixture of delighted surprise and genuine excitement. James started to raise his hand, to push Molly back. To be strong like he’d swore he would be a moment before. Didn’t he owe it to his girl to at least try for propriety? To attempt to protect his sweet, innocent (ok, maybe not so much anymore) daughter? James heard a gasp come from the back of the car.

Instinctively, he looked in his rearview mirror. Had someone caught him and Molly? Had they seen that her hand was now massaging his aching cock through his shorts? Then the family patriarch saw what was going on and he let out a gasp of his own.

Where, before, the family had appeared like perfectly normal passengers, a very different sight now greeted him. His wife of twenty-one years — a serious, proper woman who’d never been with anyone besides her husband before that weekend — was luxuriating in the middle seat, completely topless. Her children, Lexi and Austin, were both leaning over her from either side. Suckling at her tiny teats like they were newborns all over again.

In return, the athletic blonde woman had a hand in each of her kids’ crotches. Pumping up and down on Austin’s exposed erection. Stroking back and forth in Lexi’s bare snatch. James watched, transfixed, as his family strained and groaned like some singular, sexual creature.

James felt his zipper slide down and his focus ripped back to the front of the car. Molly reached into her father’s pants and pulled out his penis. She smiled and almost clapped, like she’d unwrapped her dream Christmas present. The curvy blonde leaned over and lowered her mouth over James’ dick. The warm wetness of Molly’s mouth surrounded his cock as she engulfed him.

James gripped the steering wheel like holding on for dear life as his whole body fell under the thrall of his daughter’s thick lips and pink, little tongue. If he’d had any thoughts of stopping his daughter before, they were abandoned far behind them on the blacktop.

Despite her complete control over her Daddy, Molly was not an expert at oral. She was slobbery, and combined not enough suction with way too much teeth. But it didn’t matter because James’ baby girl sucked his cock like she needed it. Like this was worship and her Daddy’s cock was her god. All the skill in the world couldn’t compensate for that.

“That’s so good, sweetie,” James said.

“Mmmhmmm,” Molly said, her lips smacking lewdly. She looked so sexy with that cocksucker’s double chin.

Behind him, James could hear that the backseat had escalated as well.

“Oh, baby, that’s so good!” Christine cried, “That’s it, lick Mommy’s pussy. Oh, that’s a good girl.”

“Mom, Lexi isn’t rubbing me off anymore,” Austin said.

“Well, she’s a little busy helping me right now,” Christine said.

“I know,” Austin said, pouty. “It’s just…”

“It’s OK, baby. Lexi’s taking care of me so I can take care of you.”

“Oh ffffffFUCK that’s nice,” Austin said, his mother clearly had reached over and taken hold of her son’s cock.

“Awwww, now who will take care of me?” Lexi asked.

“The two of Betturkey Güncel Giriş you, I swear, I have to do everything,” Christine said. “Here, turn yourself over — no no, keep your mouth on Mommy’s pussy — that’s a girl. Now bend back so your brother can reach over.”

“Mmmmmmm,” Lexi sighed as Austin’s hand made contact.

“Good,” Christine said, “but don’t get distracted or I’ll take him away, understood?”

“Yes Mom,” Lexi said.

“Doesn’t your big sister taste good, Austin?” Christine asked.

“Oh yeah,” Austin said.

“I’m sure you’d rather have your cock inside her, but this will have to do for now.”

“That’s OK, Mom,” Austin said, “Your hand feels fucking great.”

“Remember to warn me before you cum,” Christine said.

“Yes Mom,” the siblings chorused.

Molly wrapped her father’s cock in her fist and James found his attention forced back to his youngest daughter. She moved her head and hand in concert, pumping him into her mouth. Grunting and choking. It felt, God, really fucking good.

James did his best to stare forward and soak in all of it. The wet sounds of pussies being rubbed, mixed with the percussion of cocks being stroked. Sighs and groans. Ecstatic cries. A veritable orchestra of orgy filled the car as the family drove each other to their orgasmic ends. James remembered hearing a story in college about a bunch of students who’d gone on a road trip and ending up all fucking in the car, up and down the interstate. Weird how life made mirrors of itself.

Molly lifted off her father’s cock — a thin trail of drool hung from her mouth to his member. James looked over at her, nervous. Had his baby girl finally had a moment of conscience? And, if so, couldn’t it wait till after he came? But James’ blonde little girl grinned at him innocently and lifted her top right off, exposing her amazing breasts. Then she knelt down and swallowed her father’s hardness right down to the root.

James kept one hand on the wheel, knuckles white. With the other, he reached down and started to fondle his daughter’s massive tits. He pinched her pink nipples and hefted her breasts. Every squeeze seemed to make Molly accelerate. Slurping and sucking with abandon. Her excess saliva drooling over his balls.

“Give it to me, Daddy,” Molly said, words slurring over his shaft, “Cum for me. I want it on my tongue. In my tummy. Oh, I need your cum so bad.”

In the backseat, the rest of the family was racing towards the same precipice. Austin was the first to turn his unintelligible moans into actual words. “Oh fuck. Mom I’m… Please I’m so close and I need…”

“Yes, baby,” Christine said, “That’s a good boy. Give me and your sister your seed. It’s OK.”

Austin let out a long low groan. The two women in the backseat gasped in delight. Lexi started to giggle.

“Oh Mom, my baby brother. His cum. It’s splashing on my little titties.”

“I know baby,” Christine said, “You look so hot splattered in your brother’s sperm.”

“Oh, it’s so good and I… Oh God,” Lexi said, her voice low and cracking, “He’s rubbing my clitty and I think I’m gonna. Gonna go, too!”

“N-no… Not yet…” Christine groaned, “Come on, Lexi. You can’t… You have to get me there. Get Mommy there first and then you can… OH! Oh you’re eating me so good don’t stop don’t stop don’t… DON’T STOP!”

Christine’s whole body trembled. She bucked forward like she was trying to leap right through the windshield. James knew her sounds and signs by heart, like they were one of his favorite songs. The grunts and groans. The little strangled cry. And then James heard the love of his life get pushed over the edge by someone other than himself. By their own daughter.

Christine fell back into the seat, blown. Her oh-so-perfect hair wild against the leather seat. Her deep green eyes practically glowing in post-orgasm satisfaction.

“M… Mom I… I can’t…” Lexi’s whole body was bright red. Her face was tomato red and contorted in what looked like intense concentration or even extreme pain.

“It’s OK, baby. You did good. You can…”

“Oh fucking… Fuck YES!” Lexi couldn’t even wait for her mother to finish her sentence, “Oh thank you. Thank you, Mommy!”

James wanted to watch his oldest daughter cum, but he couldn’t focus on her anymore. The sounds of pleasure from the back had sent Molly into sucking overdrive. With her fist tight on the base of his cock and her mouth wrapped around the head, James couldn’t help but remember the year Molly’d taken trumpet lessons. He was never going to be able to look at those high school pictures the same way again.

The blonde girl was totally absorbed in sucking her Daddy’s dick. In extracting his salty seed. She pumped and whined, bobbing up and down, going after it like nothing he’d ever seen. Finally, James felt the edge of his pleasure race forward. His daughter’s mouth milked him to his release. The sounds of the car drifted back to a dull roar. The road faded in front of him. Any moment now…

The roaring in James’ ears turned to wails. Sirens. He forced his eyes to focus. Blue and red flashing lights filled the car. James looked up at his rearview and then,

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Chapter Nine – The Intimacy Continues

I was vaguely aware of her slipping from my arms as daylight began creeping through the windows in my makeshift room. I watched bleary eyed as she slipped into her nightgown once more before turning and bending to kiss me warmly on my lips and silently leaving my room and making her way upstairs.

I lay there coming fully awake slowly, smiling to myself as I recalled the passionate and energetic sex. I was amazed by Louise’s tight little pussy, I had never before experienced a woman’s pussy so exquisitely sensual. Almost every fantasy I had ever had about sex with Louise was completely and utterly obliterated by the reality of her. Many women, in my experience, were more on the passive side when it came to sex, which intimidated me and caused me to be more on the conservative side with my lovemaking. Louise, on the other hand, was aggressive and energetic. She obviously knew what the wanted or needed from sexual contact and went after it with great enthusiasm. And, even though I had used and abused her for at least forty-five minutes with some very forceful and energetic humping, she had never flagged…she had matched me almost thrust for thrust. She was truly an incredible lover.

I listened to her as she moved about the kitchen above me, listened as the kids awoke and busily made their breakfast. I must have dozed off once more, when I woke all was relatively quiet upstairs, I could hear Louise at the sink running the water as she, most likely, was cleaning up the dishes after breakfast.

I imagined her upstairs in her robe and nightgown, imagined her smooth plush body beneath the nightgown and the delicious appeal of her slick pussy. My cock rose to attention and I felt a renewed energy and desire.

I silently made my way up the stairs and opened the door, sticking only my head through.

“Good morning.” Called Louise, turning as she heard the door open. “I just put some coffee on…I’ll be with you as soon as I get these last few dishes done.”

I smiled, letting myself into the kitchen and closing the door behind me. I crossed the room to where she stood at the kitchen sink with her back to me. I stepped up to her and encircled her waist with my arms.

“Mmm.” She intoned softly, stopping what she was doing and laying her head back as I kissed her ear.

I pressed my cock into her buttocks and pulled myself tightly to her.

“Oh…Jamie.” She gasped softly reaching behind to discover I was completely nude.

I lifted my hands and cupped her breasts gently and she smiled and purred a soft sigh of pleasure. I pulled open the bodice of her robe and caressed her breasts, feeling their heavy warmth as I pinched her nipples to erection.

I leaned my lips close to her ear. “Oh, god, Louise…” I whispered softly as I pressed my cock into her, “I want you so bad right now.”

“Oh god.” She whispered, moving her hips from side to side.

“God…I want to slide my cock into your beautiful pussy.” I whispered into her ear.

She moaned aloud and I felt a shudder rush through her body

I lowered my hands and lifted her robe, pulling it and her nightgown up in the back and felt the warmth of her flesh against my cock. I thrust my hips into her, feeling my cock slip between the cheeks of her broad, fleshy buttocks.

She turned her head to look back at me, her expression one of complete lust and excitement. She bent over at the waist to give me the access I needed. I looked down at her smooth white buttocks, so broad and yet so beautifully formed, and almost gasped in my appreciative lust. Her smoothly shaved lips peeked provocatively from between the soft white flesh of her thighs and I lost all semblance of reasoning. I took my cock in my hand and bent it to those inviting pink lips and pressed forward with my hips.

She cried out as I entered her, thrusting myself as deeply as I could possibly go. I grasped her fleshy hips and thrust into her rhythmically.

“Oh, yeah….Oh, god, yeah!” She gasped, reaching between her legs to touch herself.

I thrust myself forcefully, my hips slapping loudly against her buttocks, thrusting as rapidly as I possibly could to bring on my orgasm.

She gasped and cried out, her voice low and trembling. “F…f…fuck me. Oh, god…fuck…fuck me.”

I felt her pussy tighten on me just as I sighed her name and shot my first stream of cum into her. We writhed together at the kitchen counter for several moments, both of us surrendering to the beautiful swell of pleasure.

We remained motionless for several moments, each of us savoring the afterglow of our orgasms. I pulled myself from her and backed away as she stood up. She turned toward me, her face red and blotchy from her orgasmic exertions. She put her arms about my neck and kissed me passionately, her lips moving hungrily on mine. We kissed for a long moment, our bodies pressed tightly together, and I thrilled once more to her incredibly tender embrace and sensuous lips.

She pulled her lips away and looked searchingly Betturkey into my eyes. “Oh, Jamie,” she said, her voice shuddering, “I love the feeling…when you cum and make me all loose and wet inside.” She kissed me once more, her tongue finding mine so sensually.

I pulled open the front of her robe, wanting to feel the warmth of her body against mine. She moaned softly into my mouth as our bodies came together. As we kissed, she began to move her hips seductively, and I pressed my still reasonably hard cock against her pubic mound.

Minutes later, we were on her kitchen floor. Her fleshy buttocks slapped resoundingly against the cool vinyl flooring as I lay between her raised legs and rammed my cock into her forcefully, the sound resonating throughout the house, and rattling the dishes and cutlery in the cabinets above us. I knew there was very little chance that I would be able to cum a second time so soon, but was completely overwhelmed with a desire to please her, to give her what I knew she wanted…what the lust in her kisses had told me she needed.

When she came, she came explosively, tearing her mouth from mine and crying out in her lust, her hips bucking beneath me almost violently as she clutched me to her fiercely.

We lay without words, both of us with heaving chests trying to catch our collective breaths. With a sigh, I pulled my cock from her and rose up onto my knees. She smiled wanly up at me and, as I stood, she raised her hands to me. I took her hands and helped her to stand, where she momentarily wobbled unsteadily.

“Wow.” She said, taking a deep breath, “I think I can really use that coffee now.”

She turned away and, while she took two cups from the rack, I took the coffee pot from the maker and met her at the kitchen table.

She poured us each a coffee and sipped gratefully. “Ahh,” She said with a smile, “That’s better.”

I smiled at her and sipped my coffee. She looked particularly appealing as she sat with her robe open with one shoulder exposed and her hair completely disheveled.

She looked at me and our eyes met. She laughed aloud and shook her head. “Well…” She said, still laughing, “Don’t I just feel like the perfect slut after last night and this morning.”

I laughed with her. “I personally haven’t seen anything that even comes close to qualifying you as a slut.” I said.

She smiled, looking slightly discomfited. “God, Jamie…I practically threw myself at you last night…and then kept you from getting very much sleep. And just now…even after you made me cum so beautifully…I was still so hot that I dragged you down onto the floor for some more.”

I laughed softly. “Okay, “I said, “First of all, let’s set the record straight, shall we? Last night, it was more like me being the one keeping you awake. And…just now, on the floor…did you notice how little you had to twist my arm?”

She smiled shrugged. “I suppose.” She sipped her coffee thoughtfully for a moment. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me these days…my hormones must be all out of whack, because all I ever seem to think about these days is sex.”

I laughed softly. “Gee,” I said, “You said that like it was some sort of bad thing or something.”

She returned my laugh, “It’s not such a bad thing, I guess…but it is a little distracting sometimes.”

“I rather like being distracted by you.” I said, sipping my coffee.

She was silent for a moment. “Tell me something…and be completely honest, okay?” I nodded. “Sure.” I said.

“Is…all of this…still an okay thing for you?” She asked, looking directly into my eyes.

“Okay?” I laughed, “I think its way more than just okay.”

She smiled indulgently. “I don’t mean just the sex, Jamie.”

“So? What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean…between us…our friendship.” She said, looking at me sincerely. “I love the sex with you Jamie…” She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and laughed softly, “God…do I love the sex…but, I just hope that…becoming lovers won’t somehow ruin our friendship.”

“It won’t.” I smiled, reaching out to put my hand on hers, “I won’t let that happen.”

She smiled and her eyes misted. “I hope so.” She said, her voice breaking emotionally. “I can’t help but feel responsible for all this…and I’d feel so terrible if I messed things up between us.”

“Responsible?” I asked, not understanding her at all, “What on earth do you have to feel responsible about?”

She wiped her eyes and sipped her coffee. “Well,” She said, “I mean…all of this sort of got started between us…because of that dream you had about my boobs…and it was all really sort of sweet and innocent. But…I can’t help feeling that I’ve kinda pushed you into making it more than the innocent thing it started out to be. Do you understand?”

I nodded. “I understand, Louise.” I said. The guilt I felt at that moment was like a knife in my midsection. My manipulation of her had worked so well and been so complete that it caused her to believe Betturkey Giriş she had been the one to manipulate me. “But, I think you’re being unfair to yourself. I think that everything sort of escalated between us…naturally. It escalated because we both liked what was happening, and we both allowed it to happen.”

She smiled at me indulgently. “I suppose…that argument could be made.” She said, “But, you’ll have to admit…last night, I was pretty shameless in the way I threw myself at you.”

I laughed, “Honestly…I didn’t see it that way at all.” I said.

“Oh?” She said, cocking her head at me and raising one eyebrow. “Was it you who came to my room? No…Was it you who brought wine? No…were you dressed in a sleazy nightgown? Again, no.” She shrugged, “I mean…please…if my intentions were only just friendly, I could have at least worn a bathrobe, couldn’t I?”

I laughed softly. “I suppose.” I said, “But, it takes two to tango, Louise.”

She nodded. “I know, I realize that…but I still feel responsible for everything that happened between us.”

“Tell me something.” I said, folding my arms across my chest and leaning back in my chair.

She looked at me expectantly.

“Looking back at everything that’s happened between us…from that first time you let me do it between your boobs…to this morning on the kitchen floor. Do you regret any of it? Is there anything you wish you take back…and not do again?

She shook her head emphatically and reached out to me. I unfolded my arms and took her hands in mine. “Jamie, I wouldn’t take back a thing. I don’t regret one single thing we ever did together. And, if I had it to do all over again…I’d do exactly the same things.”

I smiled. “So…what, you’re saying in essence then, is what I’ve been trying to tell you…that it doesn’t matter at all who did what to whom, or when, or why…it only matters that it happened…and neither of us would take one bit of it back.”

Her mouth widened into a broad warm smile. “That’s a nice way to look at it…I like that very much. And…I want you to know right up front…that, even though we’ve become lovers…I don’t have any ulterior motives about it…or designs on you. You never have to worry about that.”

“Designs?” I asked, shaking my head.

“You know what I mean.” She smiled, “I’m not after any kind of commitment from you, and I certainly don’t expect you to feel as though you owe it to me in any way.”

I nodded,

“Don’t get me wrong, Jamie,” She went on in a rush, “I absolutely adore you…I think you’re absolutely the sweetest man I’ve ever known, and honestly, I love you dearly…I’m just not in love with you. Do you know what I mean?”

I smiled and reached out my hand to take hold of hers. “You can relax.” I said, “I understand completely…and I’ve never felt, at any time, that being with you…sexually or otherwise, was anything more than just what you said just now. I love you too, Louise…but I’m sure you won’t mind me not taking you home to meet my folks.”

She laughed aloud and squeezed my hand. “Wouldn’t that be an interesting day?”

“Indeed.” I said, joining her in laughter.

“Listen…” She said, losing her smile, “I also want you to know that, if and when you find somebody special…and I know you will, it’s only a matter of time. You don’t have to worry about bringing her around here…I am the very soul of discretion, and would never do or say anything to embarrass you.”

I smiled and squeezed her hand. “I know.” I said, “And I want you to know that you can expect the same kind of discretion from me.

“I may be assuming…” She said, “But, after this morning…it seems as though this isn’t just going to be a one time thing between us.”

“I hope not.” I said, shaking my head.

She smiled and bit her lip. “Me too.” She said. “We’ll…uh…of course have to be especially careful around the kids.”

“Absolutely.” I nodded.

She smiled. “I…absolutely loved the spontaneity this morning in the kitchen though.” She said. I returned her smile.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I can be spontaneous and very careful at the same time.”

We chatted amiably about everything else happening in our lives and managed to consume one entire pot of coffee and half of another over the course of the next two hours. She glanced at the clock and jumped up, excusing herself to dress for work. I took the opportunity to dress myself, having spent the entire morning completely naked.

I heard the water coursing as she turned on her shower. I smiled to myself, imagining how nice it would be to share the shower with her and soap her incredible body. Knowing that she was pushed for time, I decided I would forego that particular encounter for another day.

I putzed around the kitchen for a while, cleaning up our coffee paraphernalia and wiping down the counters, then settled into a comfortable chair in the living room and began to read the morning paper.

Louise stepped from Betturkey Güncel Giriş her bedroom, wearing an absolutely beautiful black suit. A matching skirt and jacket, complimented with a pale pink blouse and black patent leather pumps.

“Wow.” I said, setting aside my paper and admiring the way her shoes shaped her calves.

“Does this look all right?” She asked, turning around.”

“You look absolutely fabulous.” I said, standing and approaching her.

She held up her forefinger and wagged it at me. “There’ll be absolutely no spontaneous sex.” She admonished, her lips curling into a smile. “If I have to do my hair and makeup again, I’ll be late for work.”

I smiled, slipping my arms about her waist and pressing my hips to hers. “Okay,” I smiled, “No sex…no kissing or messing up your hair, I promise.” I felt my cock rising and pressed it against her upper thigh.

“I like the way that feels.” She said, smiling demurely, “But…it’ll just have to wait until I get home.”

“I understand.” I said, returning her smile. I leaned close, pressing my lips close to her ear and whispering softly. “But…I just thought of something…that might appeal to you. Want to hear about it?”

“I’m almost afraid to ask.” She said, smiling hesitantly, “What?”

I could feel her body shudder as I whispered low and intimately once more. “I was just imagining what it might be like…if somehow there was a little bit of an opening…a cut, or a tear…in the crotch of your pantyhose.”

“Oh, God.” She whispered, her voice almost inaudible.

“If there was…” I continued, “I could very gently lift up your skirt and, without mussing your hair or your clothes…you could bend turn around and bend over the back of this chair for me.”

I felt another shudder rush through her body.

“Then…I could, very gently, slide my cock inside you…”

Another shudder coursed through her body.

“I think I would probably cum almost immediately, Louise…make you all loose and wet inside…just the way you like me to. Would you like that?” I asked, knowing my words, so sensually spoken, were melting her resolve.

“Yes.” She whispered, her voice low and husky.

“You could feel me inside you while you’re at work. Would you like that too?” I whispered, my lips so close to her ear.

She pulled away from me, looking into my eyes, her cheekbones bright with color. “Jesus.” She said, swallowing hard, “I think you just made me soak through my pantyhose.”

I smiled, pleased to have caused that reaction.

“Give me just a minute.” She said, turning on her heel and returning to her bedroom. She returned a few moments later, walking toward me, her cheeks redder than ever. She stepped up to me and reached out her hand to cup the bulge in the front of my jeans, stroking me lightly. “We’ll have to be quick about this.” She said, her voice thick with arousal.

I nodded, undoing my jeans as she turned her back to me and raised her skirt. I pushed my jeans and my briefs over my hips, letting them puddle around my ankles and stepped up to her as she bent over the back of the chair in front of me.

Her smooth pink lips peeked from a slit she had just cut in the cotton gusset of her pantyhose. I bent my cock to her and pressed the tip between her lips.

She moaned softly as I parted her lips and then again as I pressed my hips forward and slid my cock into her deeply. Once again, she was so deliciously sleek and tight that I had no trouble whatsoever in reaching orgasm with only a few gentle thrusts of my hips.

“Oh, Louise!” I sighed softly, “I’m cumming…Oh, god, I’m cumming.”

As the pleasure waned, I pulled myself from her, stooping to pull up my pants. She turned, her face very red, and smiled, smoothing her skirt down and into place. “That was fast.” She said, “I think you must really like my pussy.”

I smiled in return. “I do.” I said, nodding.

She stepped up to me and slipped her arms lightly about my neck. She touched her lips very lightly to mine, so as not to smudge her lip-gloss. “I’m going to get you for this.” She said, raising one eyebrow. “When I get home…I’m going to SO fuck your brains out. You better eat a good lunch to keep your strength up and get some rest, you’re going to need it.”

I grinned at her. “I’m looking forward to it already.” I said.

True to her word, she came to my bedroom as soon as she arrived home, her heels clacking loudly on the vinyl flooring above me and on the wooden stairs leading down to the basement. I met her at the curtained doorway of my room and she literally rushed into my arms, kissing me passionately. I lifted her skirt, feeling my cock rising immediately. She broke our kiss, reaching between us to undo my jeans, pushing them down and then pushing me back onto the bed. She bent, taking my cock in her hand and stroking me to full erection, then straddled my outstretched legs.

She reached between her legs and grasped the crotch of her pantyhose, pulling forcefully. A loud ripping sound filled the room as she bent and settled her hips over me, guiding my cock to her lips.

As I penetrated her, she came almost immediately, thrusting her hips onto mine lustfully and rocking her pelvis, crying out in her pleasure. I grasped her fleshy hips and thrust up into her, meeting her thrusts.

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