Author: yönetim

Problem with a One Night Stand Ch. 01

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

“Hey, Josh, we’re having a campfire on the beach. Is there any way I can call you back later?” My best friend, Jason, asked me as he answered my call. I was bored out of my mind, and this was my last attempt at entertainment.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I told him. “I was just calling to say hi. Have fun with Matt.”

“Thanks! He says hi, by the way.” He told me cheerfully. The two of them were so in love it was sickening

“Tell him I say hi back.” I told him, adding as much cheer to my tone as I could. We were barely okay again, the last thing I needed to do was piss him off by not acting like his dumb boyfriend hung the moon in the sky. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Definitely. We still need to talk about classes and stuff. I want to make sure we’re in at least one together since we decided not to live together.”

“Sure.” I mustered up as much enthusiasm as possible. “Have fun.”

“Thanks, Josh!” I could hear Jay and Matt laughing in the background before he even disconnected the call.

With a sigh, I tossed my cell on my bed and groaned. Summertime boredom had finally crept in. While you would think that as an 18 year-old living in DC, I would be having the time of my life enjoying freedom before college, I was actually completely bored out of my mind. I had always been someone who liked school more than breaks, mostly because my parents were never around. There was only so much fun you could have by yourself. At least at school I had friends to hang out with. I had Jason.

Jason had been my best friend since our freshman year in high school, and up until recently, our friendship had been effortless. Then, in our final semester, he started dating one of the most popular kids in school, and we began to fall apart. There was some drama with someone I was sleeping with, and it all just blew up in my face. I was so angry at Jay for so long, I almost lost him altogether. Luckily, shortly after graduation, he reached out to me, and we managed to work it out.

And it wasn’t that I didn’t like Matt. He was actually a really great guy, and surprisingly, very nice. He was great for Jason, and he obviously cared for him. He made this big, grand gesture at graduation, and the two of them had been inseparable ever since. They were currently shacked up in Nantucket, enjoying a summer of love and bliss until we all went to college. At least they were going separate ways in a couple weeks. Matt was going to Brown, and Jay was going to Yale with me. Even though the two schools weren’t far apart, it would be nice to have Jay as a friend back, regardless of whether we lived together or not.

I wanted to be happy for them, but I couldn’t help but be a little jealous. Everything always seemed so effortless for Jay, and everything WAS effortless for Matt. They made this perfect couple that made it through every challenge that was thrown out them and ended up making things better because of adversity. I had always had an inking that Jason was gay, but I had kind of thought that I would be the one to convince him of that. I had spent years imagining us as a couple. Never in my wildest dreams had I dreamed that Matt Humphrey would be the one to change his persuasion. It was a little frustrating.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t keep a guy happy if I tried, my last relationship was a total flop, and I was bored out of my mind in this penthouse apartment in DC. My father was off on another business trip, and my mother usually does summer abroad to avoid reality for a bit, so I was left alone in this monstrous apartment with nothing to do. I had spent the day lounging on the pool on our rooftop, but that was boring by myself, and I could only subtly stare at the pool boy from behind my sunglasses for so long before even that lost its appeal.

I let out a giant sigh and made my way to the shower. Maybe I would go out tonight and give my fake ID a try. I had bought it for the weekend of PRIDE in NYC at the beginning of the summer, and it had worked like a charm there. Hopefully, it would have the same luck in DC. I was blessed with dark features, which tended to make me look slightly older than I actually was, but DC bouncers were a bit more exclusive than some of the gay clubs in New York during a major weekend. All I could do was hope that it would work.

After I showered, I took one last chance on my cousin Lexi. She was 21, and always up for a night out of dancing. Lucky for me, she answered on the first ring, and agreed to meet me outside one of my favorite places in an hour. Now that my night plans had turned around, I was excited for a fun evening out. I have no idea what the nightlife will be like in Connecticut, and I wanted to shake my groove thing as much as possible over the next week before I moved.

As promised, Lexi was already waiting for me outside the club in Dupont Circle, chatting it up with a couple of guys waiting in line. She was probably one of the most social people I have ever met in my life, and I knew we would have a great samsun escort time. “Hey, josh!” She yelled as she saw me approach, and rapidly made her way over to me to give me a spine-crushing hug. “You look awesome. You’re going to break a lot of hearts tonight.” She kissed me on the cheek before grabbing my hand and dragging me to the front of the line. Lexi knew everyone in this town, and I wasn’t even remotely surprised when she went up to the bouncer and hugged him, had a small conversation with him, and gave him his own kiss on the cheek before he allowed us behind the velvet rope. The audible protest from the rest of the people in line became muffled by the deep bass of the club as we entered. I had only been here a handful of times on their 18+ nights, but I always had a good time, and there were usually quite a few attractive guys. The crowd was noticeably older than any of the times I had been here, so I would consider that a good sign. I didn’t need a hook up, I just wanted to have fun. Older guys wouldn’t look twice at me.

Lexi dragged me over to a booth at the edge of the dance floor before signaling a cocktail waiter over for a drink. “First round is on me.” She announced, ordering us a couple of tequila shots and margaritas. “So, why did you want to go out?”

I shrugged. “Just needed to get out of the house, I guess.” I told her, giving the dance floor a quick once over. “I’ve been going a little stir crazy all summer.’

“When does Jason get back?”

“He and Matt come back on Wednesday, but we leave for school on Saturday, so I doubt all that time between will be sent with me. I’m sure he will want to spend time with his father and Matt before he leaves. We’ll be able to see each other all year.”

“But you guys aren’t living together anymore, right?”

“No. After the whole thing with Adam, it just got too messy. Plus, he has this whole thing with Matt, and I spent enough time this year being the third wheel to that love fest. I don’t want to put pressure on that this year too. It’s better for both of us if we get out and meet other people anyway.”

She nodded in understanding. “I can see that. But honestly, Josh, it’s probably for the best. You’ve been in love with him for so long. You need to go out and find someone who sees just how amazing you are.”

“I’m not in love with him.” I muttered, but she gave me a look and I shook my head. “I’m over that. We re just friends. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

She gave me a sympathetic look, making me realize that she saw right through my bullshit. “You’ll meet someone awesome in college, Joshy. Just wait and see. I mean, look at me and Will. I thought that Will breaking up with me was the worst thing to ever happen to me, but in reality, it was great, because I never would have met Mike and we wouldn’t be where we are now.” Lexi was right. When her high school sweetheart broke up wither for another girl halfway through freshman year, she was devastated, but then she met this guy Mike who was perfect for her, and they were the cutest couple ever. Maybe I did have a chance at this after all. I’m sure there would be tons of available guys in college, and I could meet someone who offered way more than high school romance. I could find something bigger, something better. But I’m sure Lexi already knew that-she knows pretty much everything.

“Okay, you win. I do have feelings, but I’m going to let it all go. They’re happy. I need to be happy for them and then find my own damn happy ending.”

She gave me a warm grin and patted my knee. “You will. But enough of this, let’s just have fun tonight!” I whole heartedly agreed, and we made our way out onto the dance floor after downing our shots and drinks.

Nothing ever made me feel better than being out on a crowded dance floor. I’m not sure if it’s the music itself, or the freedom I feel when I get to move however I feel, or the anonymity of being out there surrounded by strangers. No classmates referring to me as the gay kid but then propositioning me for blowjobs behind closed doors. No guys telling me they love me and then hitting on my best friend. Just me, the music, and my clear mind. The hours flew by and Lexi kept the drinks flowing, and the happy buzz I had pushed all former thoughts of loneliness and jealousy so far away they weren’t even remotely on my mind anymore.

I drifted away towards the men’s room, and as I struggled to cross the crowded dance floor, I realized just how drunk I was. After I relieved myself, I felt the buzz of my cell phone in my pocket. “Hey, babe. Mike called and I haven’t had the chance to talk to him all day so I took off. Have fun and get home safe. Xoxox”. I sighed as I realized Lexi had left me too. Always a bridesmaid, I thought to myself. Always alone.

I glanced at the clock on my phone and realized it was already 1 am. The club would be closing soon anyway, so it was probably time to go. I had started to make my way across the dance floor when someone crashed into urfa escort me, sending me sprawling onto the floor. The air left my lungs as I hit the hard laminate, and in my confused daze I didn’t even realize someone picked me up by under my arms. “I’m so sorry.” A deep voice rumbled in my ear as they straightened me out. “I didn’t see where I was going. I was in a rush to get away from someone.”

I shook my head, clearing the shock from my system. “It’s fine. No harm done.”

“I feel terrible. That’s what I get for trying to make a rapid departure.” He chuckled.

I took that chance to glance up at this stranger, and instantly regretted it. He was several inches taller than me, with dirty blond hair and incredibly blue eyes I wanted to dive into and swim around in forever. His features were impossibly perfect, and he looked like he had just stepped off the pages of a GQ. I had to actively tell myself not to drool at the site of him. I didn’t dare check out his body, because I just knew that would be perfect too. There was no way that someone with a face that perfect had a flawed body.

I had to get away. I didn’t need to get caught ogling this beautiful man and ultimately get rejected by him too. “It’s fine.” I reiterated. “Really.” I went to move around him, and I had almost succeeded, the club exit in site, but I was yanked back when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him. “What the hell?” I snapped, my words falling quiet as I looked up at his face. He looked ghostly pale, and panic filled his beautiful eyes. The way the serenity in them had disappeared made me anxious and nervous.

“I need your help. Kiss me!” He exclaimed, tugging me closer.

“What?” There was no way I heard him right.

“Please.” He pleaded. “I’ll explain later.”

“I…” My words were cut short by the smoothest lips I had ever felt pressing against mine, catching me completely by surprise. His mouth pressed against mine with an urgency that wasn’t necessarily filled with lust, but some other level of desperation I couldn’t quite interpret. His hands were gripping me tensely, holding me close to him. I meant to push him away, I really did, but when I put my hands on his shoulders to push him off, I ended up pulling him closer instead. I just couldn’t help myself. I mean, obviously he was a stranger I had literally just crashed into in a nightclub I shouldn’t have even been allowed in in the first place, but there was something about the way his mouth moved against mine that sucked me in. I hate to sound cliché and say I was seeing fireworks, but there was something far more intense than that. I was lost in a swirling sea of sensation, a complete symphony roaring through me as his lips teased at mine, his hands resting on the sides of my face, holding me to him.

It was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced.

This was the sort of thing that I had imagined would happen when Jay finally realized he should be with me. There was even a brief moment in time when I thought that Adam, my ex, and I would share such an incredible connection. But no, that’s not how my life goes. Instead, I get some anonymous club rat to kiss me and get my blood pumping in a way I had never experienced.

I jumped back as the stranger was ripped away from me, tearing me from my dreamlike sequence of events. “Andy?” I vaguely heard someone calling out beside us. “Andy!” I looked to my side and saw a guy gripping the stranger’s arm, looking none too pleased about the private show he had just been privy to. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh. Hey, Brian.” The stranger responded with a shrug. “How are you?”

The second guy look pissed as hell, and I couldn’t help but look back and forth between my mystery kisser—Andy, apparently-and his friend. “What the fuck are you doing?” The angry guy spat out.

“Just hanging with my new guy.” Andy told him. “What are you doing here? I thought you moved to New York.”

“I’m back for the weekend.” Brian retorted. He sounded like a petulant child, and I couldn’t help but bite back a grin. Brian noticed, and turned his anger towards me. “So you moved on already, huh?” He glared at me, and I had to actively resist the urge to roll my eyes at him. “I thought you wouldn’t be able to find someone so quick.”

“Yeah, well, I’m happy.” Andy told him, draping an arm over my shoulder. I grinned up at him, having caught on that he needed me to piss off his ex with him. Without a word, I leaned up and kissed his cheek, nuzzling against him.

“Ugh.” Brian grunted. “Whatever.” With a dramatic spin on his heel, he took off and disappeared in the crowd on the dance floor.

As soon as he was gone, I turned to Andy and raised my eyebrows at him. He groaned and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes. “I know. It was pathetic. I’m pathetic.”

Something inside me broke, seeing him like this, and I had to take pity on him. After all, I knew how he felt. After Adam dumped me for bigger and better sinop escort things, he lived to torture me about it. Even after he was expelled for a video prank on Matt and Jason, he felt it was necessary to pick on me, and remind me how he would always be able to do better than me. It hurt, knowing that someone you once cared about could be so vicious and overtly aggressive whenever you came face to face. “You’re not pathetic.” I assured him. “But you do owe me a coffee to explain whatever the hell that was.” I joked, bumping his hip with mine. “Come on. I know a place down the street.”

He nodded, and followed me out the main door to the club. Despite the fact that the club was closing in about an hour, there was still a line of people waiting to get in. I was definitely lucky that Lexi was with me, or I probably never would have made it in, and I definitely would have had the fake taken away. Andy trailed a foot or so behind me as we walked a couple blocks towards a 24-hour diner I liked to frequent during school breaks when my family was too busy to hang around. Once we were seated across from each other in a corner booth, ht coffee steaming before us, I finally dared to ask him what that whole scene was all about.

He sighed and stared down at the table. I had to feel pretty bad for him. I had felt similar after Adam ended things with me, and it was not a good feeling. “Brian is my most recent ex.” He explained. “He broke it off a couple weeks ago, and I just haven’t recovered yet. It’s a little pathetic that I am still so wrapped up in it, but he left me so abruptly, I just didn’t see it coming. I think the fact that he was talking marriage one day, and then telling me he had met someone else and was moving to New York the next, it kind of threw me off.”

“He sounds like an ass.” I muttered.

“He’s a good guy, really.” Andy argued. “He just wasn’t good for me.”

“That’s not true.” I argued. “No one worth while should ever make you feel so shitty. He’s a jerk for leaving you like that, and he’s a jerk for what he did to you tonight. There was no need to confront you like that in there, and he certainly didn’t need to make all those jabs at you. So what, he moved on. He thinks he’s hot shit because he can move on and crush someone without thinking twice about it? That doesn’t make him a bigger man. It makes him an asshole.” I realized how hypocritical I was being, considering a large part of me secretly hoped that Adam would come back for me, desperate for me to love him again.

Andy stared at me, scrutinizing my face for a moment. “You sound like you’ve had some experience in this area.”

“I have. Tons of it. I also tend to pick the wrong guys. My most recent ex dumped me, hit on my best friend, and then tried to blackmail him over it. I was torn up about it for a long time, but I realized it wasn’t me that did anything wrong, and it was a powerful thought. I still hate when it bothers me.”

He looked at me for a moment again, seemingly memorizing my face. “Well, he’s a fool for letting you go.”

I snorted at that. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“Maybe I know all I need to know.” He grinned.

“Yeah, cause knowing my name wouldn’t be helpful.” I laughed.

He joined me, his laughter a welcome sound after the gloomy expression he had on previously. “What IS your name?” He asked.

“Josh.”

“Andrew.” He returned.

“I heard that guy call you Andy.” I told him, taking a big gulp of coffee, letting the caffeine rush through my blood stream as I watched him. He really was the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. He had the beachy surfer dude look to him, but at the same time, he seemed refined, as if he was used to being well put together. I found it all intriguing, but I was leaving in less than a week. There was no need to make new friends in DC, especially since I wasn’t planning on returning between semesters. Quite frankly, I wouldn’t mind getting as far away from DC as possible. I needed to find my own place in this world, no more hiding behind bad relationships and elusive parents.

“He’s the only one who ever calls me Andy. Everyone else calls me Andrew. I actually prefer that. It helps me come across as an actual man and not some 18 year old kid anymore.” He laughed.

I balked at his statement. I know I looked little older than 18, but it was still my actual age. I couldn’t imagine that Andrew was that much older than me, but I guess he didn’t realize that I was in the club illegally. He probably thought he was out having coffee with some guy his age. Who knows, maybe he thought he was going to get lucky.

My own thoughts sent me into a tailspin. If he made a move, would I go with it? All the blood rushed to my groin as my mind went off in a thousand different directions, trying to figure out what all the different outcomes of this night could be. It wouldn’t kill me to have a casual hook up before I left for school, get it out of my system before I am face to face with Jason again. Then again, I’m sure that there would be tons of gay guys at Yale and I could find someone there pretty easily. I just had to keep reminding myself that I was worth it. I had value. Any guy would be lucky to have me.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Seduction Ch. 02

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Big Ass

With my head raised by the pillow I looked down at daddy as he knelt between my spread thighs, his cock was big and I waited in fearful anticipation of how it might hurt me when her tried to enter my virgin cunt. Sure I had used two fingers and tried a candle a few times when I masturbated but daddy’s cock was much bigger the head seemed so huge.

Then I felt daddy’s big swollen tip pressing against the opening of my cunt, I felt my ring start to expand more and more as it stretched wider to accommodate the girth of daddy’s cock head. I guess his tip was only three quarters of the way inside me when I felt stretched so tightly I moaned loudly, daddy paused then pulled back a little to ease the pressure.

“Relax you sweet little cunt, let daddy’s cock dilate your ring slowly, there is plenty of time,” he said. I tried to relax more for I admit I was tensing up it being my first time. I looked at him and said, “Try again daddy, push harder if it will help.” Once more he pushed his big hard tip into my ring, it began to stretch more and more, then daddy eased back. He did this a few times and sure enough my ring dilated enough for him to at last get his cock head inside me.

It felt huge and then I felt it stretching my sheath as he now slowly began to push his cock deeper inside me. I began to moan louder at being stretched tightly on his cock and then I felt his tip pressing against my hymen, the moment I feared had at last arrived. I looked at daddy and said, “Please be gentle daddy.” He smiled and said, “It will all be over very quickly and you will only feel a quick sharp pain my sweet little cunt.” I loved hearing him say I was his sweet little cunt and while I was thinking how gentle he had been I was suddenly surprised to feel his cock move quickly back down.

I thought he was going to withdraw his cock when I felt it rearing up inside me, I screamed out at the pain, but it was not from the tearing of my hymen but his huge cock head forcibly stretching the upper reaches of my sheath and bumping into my cervix; tears welled up in my eyes.

I looked up at daddy suspended above me; he lowered his body onto mine and kissed my eyes licking away my tears as he held his big cock still inside me allowing my sheath to adjust to the length and girth of his cock. He rose up once more on his arms and smiled at me and said; “Now my sweet little cunt is a real woman. Are you ready for your first fuck?”

“Yes daddy I am fine, ride me daddy and shoot your hot cum inside me,” I replied.

I felt his cock moving slowly back down my sheath, it felt nice. Then daddy thrust into me gently and slowly making me moan with the pleasure I now felt as his cock stroked away inside me. Soon I felt him begin to move quicker and thrust harder into my welcoming cunt, finding I accepted his harder thrusts he began to fuck me harder and faster his cock head now bumping against my cervix each time.

I looked up at him as he rode me and to enhance his pleasure I said, “Yes daddy fuck your sweet little cunt hard. OH FUCK! It feels so good. Talk to me daddy. He knew what I meant so as he fucked me he said, “At last you lovely slut I am up your hot fucking cunt, take daddy’s cock and make it fill your cunt with its creamy gift.”

His words and the hard fucking he was giving me took me to the heights of ecstasy. I suddenly cried sinop escort out as I experienced my first cock-induced orgasm, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure like I had never known before flowed over me. I suddenly realised I was thrusting up my hips to meet daddy’s inward thrusts as my orgasm faded away.

Then as it did I felt daddy’s big tip swell more, he cried out and I felt his cock shooting his load of cum deep inside my eager cunt. When it was over for him he withdrew and lay down beside me putting his arms around me and kissing me, a soft tender sweet loving kiss.

Then he broke the kiss and said, “Well did you enjoy your first fuck?”

“Yes daddy it was fantastic, it was the most intense orgasm of my life,” I said. “Was I a good fuck daddy, was it really nice for you,” I asked him. “Yes my sweet little cunt it was beautiful for me as well,” he said. Then I said to him, “I love it so much when you call me your sweet little cunt, and I liked it when you said, “You lovely slut,” I want to be your sweet little cunt, your slut and any other names you want to call me. It turns me on so much daddy, and I want to bring you pleasure like you brought me such pleasure.”

We showered and daddy told me that I was to shave my cunt then come to bed, and from now on I was to keep my cunt shaved. After shaving my cunt I joined him in bed, he inspected my cunt then he planted a kiss on it saying, “It looks beautiful now so smooth and your slit clearly visible. From now on my sweet little cunt will sleep with me.” I felt so happy lying with daddy and fell asleep with daddy’s arm around me cupping one of my breasts.

The next morning I awoke early and slipped out of bed and made some tea and took a cup up to daddy. “Morning sweet cunt, a nice cup of tea is what I need,” he said. As we drank our tea daddy asked me how I was. “Hungry” I said. “Well lets make some breakfast,” he replied. I smiled at him and said, “I am hungry for your cock again daddy, please fuck me. Feel my cunt it is so wet.” He said, “Well you cock hungry little slut you better come and play with daddy’s cock and make it nice and big and hard so I can get it up your tight wet cunt again.”

I pulled the bedcovers back and daddy slipped of his pyjamas, I was hypnotised by the sight of his soft cock longing to suck it and hold it and feel it getting hard. I slipped of my dressing gown and saw daddy looking at my tits. He lay down again and told me to straddle him with my ass towards his face, the sixty-nine position he said.

I straddled him and when I looked at his cock it was already getting hard, I realised the effect of looking at my naked body and knowing he was going to fuck me again had aroused him, I was pleased that I had this power to turn him on.

“Hold my cock in your hand and jack it up and down, then when you are ready take it in your mouth and suck it, see how much of it you can take in your mouth,” he ordered me. Then as I stroked his cock I felt his hands on my ass cheeks as he pulled me down lower then I felt him plant a kiss on my cunt. “You have such a lovely cunt Megan, now let me taste your sweet cunt juice,” he said.

Then as I took his hardening cock in my mouth I felt his fingers spreading my cunt open, his tongue entered and licked all around in my pink interior. I sucked hard on daddy’s cock enjoying sivas escort the feeling of it swelling and getting longer as I thought about it going all the way up my cunt again.

Then I felt daddy’s tongue licking my swollen clit, he stopped licking and took it in his mouth and sucked on it, I felt myself becoming more aroused and plunged my head down on daddy’s now hard cock. To my surprise I felt his big tip enter my throat and touch the back, no gag reflex at all.

I think daddy was as surprised as I was because he stopped playing with my clit and said, “You fucking amazing little bitch, how an earth did that happen?” I was lifting my head and released his cock and said, “I don’t know daddy but I loved having all your big cock in my mouth, and that tip in my throat has made me so hot.”

“Let me just enjoy your cunt for a few more minutes then you can have my cock all the way up your cunt,” he said. He then returned to licking me, his tongue was licking in circles around my hole and suddenly he plunged his tongue up inside as far as he could and for the first time I experienced a man fucking my cunt with his tongue. I loved it and looked forward to lots more oral sex as well as being fucked.

Daddy told me to get off him but stay on my knees, as he wanted to fuck me doggy style. I did as bidden and soon his big tip was pressing into my tight ring again, I must have been more relaxed and aroused having now lost my cherry that his cock head opened me up and although my ring felt tightly stretched on the bulbous head he soon had it inside me.

“Now my sweet little cunt how does that feel in your hot wet fuck hole?” he asked. The surprise of him calling my cunt hole my fuck hole aroused me more so I said, “It feels so good daddy, ram it up my fuck hole and ride me hard.” No sooner had my words died away than he rammed his big tool all the way up inside me. I moaned loudly for of course his big tool forcibly opened my tight sheath to accommodate his invading cock. But the initial pain soon faded and the pleasurable feeling of having my cunt stuffed full of daddy’s cock again made up for any pain.

“Are you sure you want it hard like that slut?” He asked as he held his cock still as he waited for my reply. I wanted it badly; I wanted to be the best fucking slut there was at that moment, his hot wet cock hungry slut. “YES! Do me daddy, fuck me like the slut I am, your willing eager slut, FUCK ME!”

He pulled his cock back down and then began to forcibly fuck me hard and deep, I moaned and groaned at his hard treatment of my cunt, but I wanted him to be pleased with me so I kept calling to him to ignore my cries, to get his big fucking tool all the way up my fuck hole.

My choice of words helped a lot I felt sure as he began to pump me harder and harder taking me to the height of pleasure. I came suddenly crying out, “DADDY! OH DADDY!” no sooner had my orgasm faded than I felt another one arrive, it took me by surprise as I never knew it was possible for a woman to have multiple orgasms.

My second one triggered daddy’s orgasm. He grabbed my waist ad pulled me back hard on his big thrusting tool as it erupted shooting his load of cum to mix with my juices. Then when he dismounted he introduced me to the final pleasure a man enjoyed from a woman after he had fucked her and filled her tekirdağ escort cunt with his cum.

He said, “Be a good sweet little cunt and clean daddy’s cock in your mouth.” I hesitated but wanted to please him, so the slut in me took over and I turned and took his big hard cock in my mouth and sucked and licked it clean while he stroked my hair and told me what a lovely fucking cock-sucking slut I was. The taste of the mixed juices of our union was not as bad as I thought it might be, and his words about me being a cock-sucking slut pleased me knowing that I had pleased daddy by complying with his request.

When I released his cock he took me in his arms and kissed me pushing his tongue in my mouth and sharing the final taste of his cum and my juices with me. I loved him for that, it made me want to be his slut all the more.

After breakfast I concentrated on my homework, taking a short break for lunch and soon had it finished. Daddy was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner so I went and sat down and was looking through a magazine when I came to the letters section. One letter I read got me thinking about other aspects of my fantasy about daddy. The letter in question was about anal sex. Then after I had read it I recalled the times I had fantasised about daddy fucking me up my cunt and pulling out and fucking me up my ass. I wondered if he had ever had anal sex, and also if he would have anal sex with me. So I once more planned to make that part of my fantasy come true if I could.

After dinner we sat watching telly for a while, but the newness of a man fucking me had me horny again. So daddy fucked me once more telling me what a cock hungry bitch I had become as he rammed his cock all the way up me. I loved hearing him say that and wondered how he would react when the time came and I asked him to shove his cock up my ass.

During the week he fucked me three times turning me on more as he talked dirty to me each time. Then the opportunity I needed happened on Saturday afternoon. It was a wet day so we were playing cards to pass the time away when I suddenly said to him, “Daddy have you ever had anal sex?” He looked at me and said, “What made you as me that Megan.”

“I just wondered because I read a letter in last weeks magazine about how some women enjoy having a man fuck them in the ass,” I replied.

Well to be truthful I have had anal sex a few times years ago now and my wife liked it as a variation to our normal sex life. It was then I decided to take a chance and said, “Daddy when I fantasised about you fucking me I also fantasised that sometimes you fucked me in the ass. Would you like to have anal sex with me?”

“He looked at me and said, “I have masturbated to your image many times imagining my cock is going up your lovely ass. Yes you lovely willing slut, daddy would love to fuck you in your ass.”

“Oh daddy I do want to please you and be your slut, your bitch.” I said.

“Fuck me in the ass now daddy, please I really want to know what it is like,” I said.

“Well it may hurt a bit the first time, are you really sure about this my sweet little cunt?”

“Yes daddy, I do want to feel your cock buried in my ass,” I told him.

“Then lets get undressed and take our time preparing you,” he said. He left the room and returned to find me standing naked waiting for him to tell me what he wanted of me. He said, “You look so sexy Megan, turn around so I can see your lovely ass while I undress.” I saw him put down two tubes which I realised must be some kind of lubricant. I turned and showed him my bottom as he had asked.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Family Support

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Big Boobs

I paused my game and removed my headphones as I heard my parents fighting. Their words were indistinct through the floor. I pondered what action to take.

Before I had made up my mind, the voices ceased. I heard footsteps descending the stairs to the ground floor. I glanced at my watch, and my eyes widened. 0030. It was Friday, which meant I had no classes, but fatigue was beginning to kick in. I saved my game before turning off the TV. I followed the footsteps into the kitchen.

My father filled a glass with water.

“Hey Dad, everything all right?”

“Hey Tom. Yeah everything is fine.”

“Are you sure, isn’t this the third fight you guys have had in a week?”

“You’re Mother and I are just having some disagreements, nothing for you to worry about.”

“All right if you’re sure. I going to bed, night Dad.”

“Night Tom.”

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I walked down the stairs. The delicious smell of bacon pulled me towards the kitchen. My Mom, Sarah stood at the stove.

“Morning Mom,” I sat down at the table, reaching for some bacon.

“Good morning sweetheart! Did you sleep well last night?”

“Like a log.” I took a bite of the bacon. Between bites I asked, “Mom is everything all right?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her eyebrow raised.

“I heard you and Dad fighting again last night.”

She sighed, before removing the pan from the stove. “It’s nothing for you to worry about,” she dumped some eggs onto her plate, and then mine. She returned the pan to the stove and sat down. “Just some disagreements between us.”

“Come on Mom, I can tell something is bothering you.”

We made eye contact as she slowly chewed her eggs.

I ate some more bacon as I waited.

Swallowing she began, “Your father and I are just having some intimacy issues.”

“Wow Mom, I am so sorry. Is there somebody else?”

“No, nothing like that. We both still love each other, it’s just…”

“What,” I asked.

“Your father is having trouble getting aroused.”

“Oh.” I pondered this for a moment. My Mom should arouse any warm blooded male. She was still a sexy woman even in her early forties. I would be lying if I said she had not played a large role in my masturbation fantasies. “Have you guys thought about getting Viagra?”

“We were using it for a while but it makes your Dad sick.” With a smile she added, “As bad as I want it, I don’t want your Dad throwing up on me again.”

“Oh gross!” I laughed. “Well, have you guys thought about a couple’s counselor?”

“I have mentioned a few times, but your father doesn’t feel comfortable with it.”

I stood up and hugged her from behind. “I am sorry you guys are having problems, maybe I can do some research and see if there is anything else that could help you guys.”

Mom kissed my arm. “That’s sweet of you honey, but you shouldn’t worry about it.”

I kissed the top of her head and walked out. I was going to do some research, just not the medical side. I went to go check my Dad’s search history.

I opened up his web browser, and accessed the history. I scrolled down a bit, ignoring emails and some random websites. Finally, I found what I was looking for, porn. I opened up the first five links in different tabs. The first tab was a man watching his wife get fucked by another guy. Hmm cuckold porn. Interesting.

However, one video did not a pattern make. I checked the next video, a threesome two guys one girl. I pressed played. The video started out, action already playing out. The girl was getting banged from the back by the bigger guy, while the smaller guy was in front of her. The girl spoke “Oh baby his cock is so much bigger than yours!” I stopped the video. Another cuck video.

The next three videos all showed the same genre. I tapped my pursed lips. Having been a connoisseur of pornography myself, I knew that sometimes you went through phases that did not mean anything. I needed to conduct more research.

I scrolled through his history for the next hour, spanning the last 6 months. Almost all of the porn was cuckold, along with erotic novels and forums all dedicated to cuckolds. My final verdict, my father had a serious fetish. I deleted evidence of my research, and headed up to my own room. I had a plan forming, now all I needed was to perfect the pitch.

Mom returned to the living room, her glass of wine refilled. By my count, that was her second glass. A little buzz would help my plan go smoothly. She sat down on the couch with me.

Dad was reclined in his chair, reading a book, his fourth beer by on the side table.

I turned to my mother. “So Mom, I was doing some reading about what we were talking about this morning.”

She turned to me, shaking her head.

I patted her leg. “It’s ok. I am in my third year of my psych degree. We have been discussing sexual issues between long-term couples. Maybe I can help?”

Dad set his book down, looking disapprovingly at Mom and me. “Sarah, what have you been telling him?”

Mom tekirdağ escort took a long sip from her glass. Finally, when the glass was close to empty, she set id down. “He heard us arguing last night and asked about it. I didn’t want him to worry so I told him the truth.”

“Dad we already talked about it. Let me try to help. No one else has to know, and you would be helping me practice.”

Mom nodded as she looked expectantly at Dad. “What do we have to lose, Bob?” Mom asked.

Dad stared at me, then my Mom, then back to me. “Fine, if it will make you happy for us to try to talk out our problems we will try it, just this once.”

My Mom’s eyes lit up, as a smile appeared on her face. “Thank you sweetheart.”

“Excellent. And don’t worry Dad; we are not going to spend too much time talking. All right now, to start with to make this more relaxing, I want you both to call me Tom. I am your friend trying to help. Secondly, as long as we are in this room, we will all be honest with each other. Thirdly, we do not blame anyone for anything. We want to solve the problem blame does not matter. Now Bob, do you still find Sarah sexually attractive?”

“Of course,” Dad responded immediately. “She is a beautiful woman.”

“And you love her?” I asked.

“More now than when we married,” he responded definitively.

“Sarah, do you want to pleasure Bob.”

“Absolutely.”

I resisted the urge to smile. “All right, I have an idea. Bob if you will step into the other room. I need to speak privately with Sarah for a moment before she heads upstairs. Why don’t you grab another beer, and wait in the kitchen for a few minutes.”

Dad stood up and taking his beer headed off to the kitchen. He seemed slightly confused, but he was listening.

“Sarah, one of the main issues in a long-term relationship is complacency. You and Bob have been together so long the sexual flame has dimmed. So what we need to do is add some kindling and fan the flames a little bit.”

“Can’t we just dump some gas on it?” she asked wearing a playful smile.

“Well that’s a last resort. First, we are going to try to rile up his male instincts. Specifically jealousy. He admits he still finds you attractive, but he has been too comfortable. So we need to make him think there is a threat your relationship.”

“How are we going to do that?” she asked dubiously.

“We need another virile male to be seen as a potential suitor interested in you.”

“How are we going to do that?” Mom laughed.

“We are going to make him jealous.”

“You and me?! You are my son! How is that going to work?”

“Sarah, inside this room during our sessions I am just a friend. And the key here is we are dealing with Dad’s animal brain. His instincts. When he sees a younger male sniffing around what he sees as his, the anger should come. He should reassert his possession of you by taking you. Remarking his territory, as it were.”

Mom looked at me impressed. “Wow Tom, that actually makes a lot of sense. I guess you are learning something in school.”

“Trust me Sarah.”

Mom nodded. “All right Tom, you are in charge. So what do I do?”

“You are going to go upstairs and put on some makeup, doll yourself up a little. I want you to put on that little outfit you wore to the 80’s party at Dad’s work. Then I want you to come downstairs. Do not talk to Bob; I want your attention focused on me. We are going to chat for a little bit and then dance a little bit. All I need you to do is feel pretty, relaxed, and most importantly have a good time.”

Mom smiled. “All right, that sounds like something I can do.”

“Perfect. Now let’s go get Dad, and you another glass of wine.”

I strode into the kitchen, my Mother in tow. My Dad was drinking his beer. I went to the liquor cabinet and pulled out some whiskey. “Sarah grab me a couple shot glasses. Now I know this is somewhat weird, but a shot of this should help us all relax, making this whole process go smoother.”

I poured three shots, and set down the bottle. We all clinked our glasses and with a quick burning swallow, it was gone.

“Now Bob, Sarah has her own work to do, let’s go back into the living room.”

Mom went upstairs, as I returned to the living room. “Bob can you give me a hand with this couch?”

Dad set down his beer by his recliner, and moved to help me. We pushed the couch from the middle of the living room, back to the far wall up against the bookshelf. I had already hooked up my MP3 player to the entertainment system. I turned the TV on, and readied the system. “Bob now tonight your job is very simple. I just need you to sit on your recliner, and watch Sarah. You can drink and relax, just watch her. And appreciate her beauty. Can you do that?”

“Is that all? How is this supposed to help us?”

“Trust me Bob. This is a process. If tonight goes the way I imagine it, you will ravage Sarah tonight. If not, well we are back to square one.”

Dad sat down and kicked his feet up. “All trabzon escort right, all right. I will sit back and drink.”

I moved the side table from the room center back to the side of the couch. Then I sat down on the couch again. I expected the make up to take a little while.

I heard the steps on the stairs and got up. Mom walked through the door and my mouth dropped open. “Wow!” I exclaimed.

“You like?” Mom asked. The black outfit was sexier then I remembered. The top was all black with see through sleeves and mid-section, and just enough of a cut to reveal some of her ample cleavage. It was a frilly skirt about mid-thigh length. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail. Her makeup was tastefully done, soft blue eye shadow sharply contrasting her bright blue eyes. Her lips shone bright red, hiding a shy smile.

“You look amazing Sarah. Why don’t you have a seat here?” I motioned to the same spot on the couch she had been sitting earlier.

She sensually sauntered over.

I motioned for her to sit down, which she did. I sat down right beside her and stared into her eyes. “Sarah you look amazing, when was the last time you got dressed to impress?”

“The Christmas party last year.”

“You should do it more often; I can’t tell you how sexy you look.”

Blood rushed to my Mothers cheeks.

“But can I let you in on a little secret?”

Mom quickly nodded expectantly.

“I have always liked it when you wear your hair down.”

“Really?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, something about the way it frames your face.”

A genuine smile spread across Mom’s face. She reached up and took out her ponytail. With a shake of her head, her hair flew through the air before settling around her face.

“Perfect,” I commented, before reaching up to brush the hair behind her ear.

Mother giggled. I noticed out of the corner of my eye my father watching in rapt attention.

“When was the last time you went dancing?” I asked.

I waited patiently while she thought. “I can’t remember,” she stated sadly.

“Well how about a dance?” I clicked play on the entertainment system and a slow jazz song began to play. I offered my hand.

“I not sure I remember how.”

“It’s ok,” I assured her, “I will lead.”

I pulled her up and led her to the center of the room. I paced her hand on my shoulder, taking her other hand in mine. I placed my hand on her waist. I began to dance to the music and she followed my lead. After a few moments, she began to relax and I noticed a smile on her face. “You ok?” I asked.

“Yeah this is nice.”

I smiled back at her, “I am glad you are having a good time.”

We danced in silence for a few minutes, getting lost in the music. At the end of the first song, I moved closer, allowing Mom to put her head onto my chest, and moving my hand to her lower back. We danced for one more song, before I gently broke up our dance.

Turning to my Dad I asked, “Bob, are you feeling any arousal?”

My Dad looked at me, then my Mom, seemingly unsure. “A little bit.”

“Hmm. Just a little bit. Ok. When would you say the last time you had an erection was?”

“A couple of days ago.”

“What were you doing?”

“Looking at porn.”

An angry look flashed across my Mother’s face.

“All right. And when was the last time you got an erection because of Sarah.”

He looked down embarrassed. “I don’t know.”

“That’s fine. We just need to redirect that desire from porn to Sarah. I was hoping the makeup and dancing would work but it seems we are going to have to push a little further. Sarah have you ever done dirty dancing?” I clicked to a different playlist on the entertainment system, and faster club music came on.

Mom looked at me as if I was crazy. “I haven’t done that in a long time.”

“That’s fine, just relax and let the music and your body lead you.”

Mom glanced briefly at my Dad with a look of betrayal. She put on a focused face as she listened to the music for a moment. She moved towards me, a sultry look on her face. She placed a hand on my chest sliding around me, half hugging me from behind. The feel of her breath on my neck sent an electric shock through my body. She kept circling me, her hand tracing my body around my back. Moving in close, she brought her hand into the air above my head, before bringing it down as she dropped low. As she rose, she spun around presenting her ass to me. She moved it slow and sexy in front of me.

I reached my hand around, placing it on her stomach as we continued to move to the music.

Mom grasped my hand, pushing it down her body, just barely entering into her skirt, before pulling it back up.

The feeling of her soft flesh in my hand was euphoric, causing my cock to rise in my pants.

Mom placed my hand on her hip, as she snuck backwards brushing her ass against my crotch.

My cock shot right up, attempting to burst from my pants. I placed my other hand on her other hip, feeling the swaying of her body.

She sivas escort spun again, stepping into me. Her eyes widened for a brief second as she felt my manhood against her stomach. “I guess I am doing pretty well, huh Tom?” she asked. The smell of wine permeated her words.

I moved my hands down to her ass, giving it a hard squeeze, as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. “You are amazing Sarah.”

Her laughter carried over the music, before she kissed my cheek.

I went to return the kiss, but feeling bold, I planted it on her lips. Mom’s eyes flew open for a second, but I held the kiss. After a few seconds, she kissed back, but only for a moment.

She spun again, pushing her ass into my crotch. Her ass moved in rhythm to the music, rubbing my crotch, teasing my hard cock.

The song changed to a slightly slower song, and Mom instinctively slowed her body.

I moved in, placing my head just over her shoulder, softly kissing her neck.

Her arm rose, her hand wrapping back around my neck.

I opened my eyes, and realized we had turned to face Dad. He watched in rapt attention. I brought my hand up to my Mothers breast. I squeezed and rubbed her breast, her nipple quickly makings its presence known to my hand. Dad adjusted himself.

Mom’s hand covered mine on her breast forcing me to squeeze her again, which I was very happy obliging.

I groaned as her ass cheeks seemingly gripped my cock. My free hand grasped at her hips, pulling her in tighter. We grinded against each other as I continued to molest her breast.

As she pulled away, I instinctively smacked her ass. Mom giggled as she turned around to face me. She dropped low before sliding up my body, her large breast rubbing up my leg across my cock, and along my abdomen. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face to hers. Our lips locked, her tongue hungrily seeking mine. My hand slid down her back to squeeze her ass. Her hand squeezed my cock, and began to rub it through my pants.

We continued making out as the song ended, and a new one began. After this one ended, we separated.

Mom’s breathing was quick and I saw the lust in her eyes, but I did not think now was time to push my luck.

Before I could say anything Dad arose and took Mom by the hand. He led her upstairs, and she went quite willingly. I turned off the entertainment system and sat down. Hoping the situation continued to go my way.

“So Dad, how are you feeling?”

“Well I got to say, I am impressed. I didn’t expect any of this to work at all, but after last night I feel a little better.”

“Did you guys have sex?” I prodded.

“No, we just made out for a while, which is more than we have done in a long time. Do you think you would keep helping us?”

“Of course. Since we had only limited success last night, we will try something else next time. When did you guys want to have our next session?”

“Tonight?” Dad pleaded.

“Ok that works. Before I make any plans, do you have any reservations on anything?”

“No, you seem to be pretty good at this, and we trust your judgement.”

“Well thanks that means a lot Dad. I will come up with some ideas, and let you guys know when I am ready to start.”

I waited until the evening to inform my parents I was ready. I had already set everything up in their bedroom. We again imbibed alcohol, but my Mom was much more hesitant.

“So again, I want to remind both of you this is a safe place for all of us to speak freely. We are all friends here. Now Bob, I want you to disrobe and sit in your chair over there. I want to be able to monitor your arousal level. Sarah, I am going to step out. Then I want you to strip all the way down, get on the massage table and cover yourself with the towel. Any questions?” I waited for a moment before stepping outside.

I waited a few minutes before heading back. Dad was sitting in his chair; his penis lay limply on his balls. Mom was laying on the massage table on her stomach with a towel covering her ass. I moved over to her and picked up the body oil. I squirted some body oil into my hand and rubbed them together. I started on her shoulders giving her a normal massage. She periodically made appreciative noises as I eased the stress out of her body. The soft feel of her flesh and her moans of approvals, kicked my libido into hyper drive.

I moved down her back, jumping to her feet and worked my way up. As I got her upper thighs, I folded the towel up, onto her lower back. I rubbed my mother’s plump ass, the oil making her skin shine. I focused on this area and her inner thighs for a while, noticing the smell of arousal coming from her crotch.

“Please roll over,” I commanded.

As Mom rolled over, I glanced at Dad. He was watching but his penis remained soft. Mom had placed the towel over her crotch. Her beautiful full breast were on full display. There was slight sag on both, gravity pulling them to side. Her areolas were the size of the base of a soda can, topped by small eraser sized nipples.

I started massaging her arms and fingers, and worked my way to her breasts. I lathered them in oil, and rubbed every inch of them. Her nipples became visibly erect as I worked. As I finished her breasts, I softly pinched her nipples.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Farmers Daughters Pt. 02

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Anal

Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers

Afghanistan, 2004

“I don’t think my story’s going to be near as wonderful as yours,” Kit said. “But it for damn sure let me know that I liked fucking girls – or at least being fucked by a girl.”

“I was going with a guy who was one of those high school jock types. I was straight down the line straight. Dreaming about getting married, doodling my married name in my notebook, the whole Barbie Wedding setup in my bedroom…you know.”

Emily nodded.

“So, the both of us, my jock-boyfriend and me, his little tag along, got invited to the biggest party of the year that one of the students at school was putting on. It was one of those kinds of parties where the parents, in an attempt to keep their kids from getting drunk and killed, instead end up getting all the kids drunk and half of them pregnant – you can guess which half.”

“So, we did our part, my boyfriend and me, by getting totally blitzed. He took me into a bedroom, and took off my clothes, then pulled down his pants, climbed in between my legs, and stuck it in. It didn’t really hurt all that much, not like they say, because I always used to stick a couple of fingers in myself to masturbate, plus he wasn’t very big anyway.”

“There he was, pounding away, trying to get himself off, but not doing much for me, when there was this big commotion. It seems that one of the dykes at school was at the party, and she walked in on us, got mad at seeing him fucking me and not getting anywhere. Anyway, she pulled him off me and he just passed out on the floor. Then she just looked to my face, then down at my red, swollen cunny, then back at my face.”

“Are you alright, honey?’ she asked.”

“I said, ‘uh huh.’ I just lay sprawled on the bed.”

“She looked disgusted, and then she said, in a real quiet voice, ‘Would you like it from a real man?'”

“Now, she was not a beautiful girl.” Kit laughed, and Emily looked uncertain.

“Oh, don’t worry, the story has a happy ending,” Kit added.

“For the life of me, I don’t know why I answered, ‘Give it to me,’ but I did and she did, and the rest is history.” Kit sat silent.

“Well, aren’t you going to give me the details?” Emily cried. “Jesus.”

“Um, okay. She lay down next to me, with all of her clothes on, and gently stroked my face with the backs of her fingers. It felt really nice, just in a really nice way, not a sexy way. She started talking to me, I have no real good idea what she said, I just know that she was being nice.”

“And that’s when it occurred to me that one person could be nice to another, and that was a whole lot closer to love than being ordered around, shown off to friends, and generally being treated like crap.”

“She started into kissing me gently, and asking me if it was alright, like those college codes of conduct where a boy has to ask a girl at each base if she’s okay with what he wants to do.”

“Each base?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, first base, second base, you know – where guys compare scoring on a girl to a baseball game, rounding the bases…” Kit looked at Emily until she could see that Emily got her reference.

“Yeah, like that,” Kit said to the look of understanding in Emily’s eyes. “It was awfully nice of her to do that, she could have just been rotten like my boyfriend.”

“So she’d murmur something, and I’d nod my head, and she’d move on to the nest step. It was kind of funny. I think that might have been the first time she’d ever been with another girl. Anyway, she did stuff that anybody would think was nice, if you divorced it from sex. Like, massaging me, my back and neck and all, and when she’d touch my girl parts it was just like it was in passing, nothing special.”

“I guess I felt gratitude more than anything else, and maybe friendship, because she didn’t really have to be there with me – but, of course, she did have to be, because she was so desperate to be with another girl, even a drunk, slutty one. I just didn’t know that then.”

“Let’s face it though, if you hang out with a slut long enough, she’ll drag you down to her level. I started to get horny as I sobered up, and I started guiding things along – just to be a bitch, I think. I took her hands and put them on my breasts, and on my hot cunt, and I whispered in her ear that I wanted her to fuck me, hard and hot.

“I just went out of my way to provoke her, and I got my way. She stripped off her jeans and panties, then crawled between my legs. Lifting up one leg, she scissored our cunts together, pounding into me like she had a cock. As it turned out, she was better without a cock than my boyfriend was with one, because I started cumming like nobody’s business.”

“I went mad with feeling her cunny squishing around on mine, and hitting my clit like clockwork, sending big bolts of pleasure shooting through me like I was being electrocuted. About halfway through that exhibition of cockless cocksmanship it occurred to me that I didn’t need a boyfriend anymore, but I could surely use a talented girlfriend. sakarya escort I thought that was gonna be her, at first.”

“I told her I wanted her to teach me everything I should know to love a girl, and over the next few months, she taught me everything that she knew, or read about on the internet. I had my face between her legs, between her ass cheeks, in her arm pits, sucking on her toes, until I had turned the tables on her, and she was madly infatuated with me.”

“Well, that was a mistake for both of us, because once I thought that I had her under my thumb, it went right to my head, and I cut her dead – metaphorically, that is. I treated her like crap, and to my everlasting shame, she forgave me. Then, one day I heard that she was killed in a car accident. A single-car accident, on a clear, sunny day. You know what they say about those.”

Emily nodded, and decided not to say anything about the tear making its way down Kit’s cheek.

Emily’s thoughts turned back to the here and now, to the surroundings of the interior of Anoosheh’s house, her two pleasant companions, and the afternoon of complete and total intimacy it would allow her and Kit. Emily’s clit tingled at the thought of the pleasure they would share, and she found herself anxious to be naked and in Kit’s strong arms.

Anoosheh, sensing the sexually charged atmosphere between Kit and Emily, made the excuse that she would have to visit a relative and asked if her two visitors would please forgive her absence, but that all the hospitality of her house and her family was with them. A meaningful look passed between Anoosheh and Kit, as Kit thanked her and assured her that they felt very welcome, and would honor her house.

As the Afghan woman donned her burqa, passing in just seconds from beautiful Afghan woman to faceless and formless denizen of Kabul, Kit led Emily by the hand to Anoosheh’s bedroom, surprisingly opulent and attractive.

“It’s so beautiful,” Emily said, just before Kit took the slender blonde in her arms, and kissed her lovingly, her lips warm and familiar on Emily’s. Their bodies meshed comfortably, soft breasts against soft breasts, warm, curvy hips settling together, hands caressing back and neck, a stray hand caressing the other’s sweet butt.

“Mmm, Emily sighed, “your hand feels nice there.”

Kit smiled. “I dream of touching your bottom every night. Of kissing it, licking it, god, your hot little ass drives me crazy in my dreams.” Emily giggled.

“I’m not sure I should leave you alone with it. How do I know you can be trusted with my ass?”

“Oh, for certain, I can’t be trusted with your hot little rear, baby. See?” She flipped up Emily’s skirt, and pulling her panties down to mid thigh, all in a matter of milliseconds, both of her hands reveling in the girl’s warm, soft ass cheeks.

“Did they teach you that in the CIA?” Emily giggled, nestling further into Kit’s arms, her mouth seeking out Kit’s lips as her passion quickly rose.

“God, I want…need you to fuck me, I’ve missed you so,” Emily moaned, her mouth soft against Kit’s smooth cheek. Kit grunted, her own clit buzzing with her need for Emily.

Kit pushed Emily back onto the bed, and lay down on top of her, but supporting most of her weight on her own elbows and her knees, between Emily’s legs. Emily looked up at Kit, her eyes darting from Kit’s intense gaze, to Kit’s soft, pink lips, then back to her blue eyes. Emily’s small, pink tongue wetted her own lips in anticipation at being the main course in Kit’s coming feast.

“Did you miss me?” Kit asked softly, looking down at Emily, her face only inches away.

Emily nodded submissively.

“Tell me,” Kit insisted.

“I missed you…so much,” Emily whispered, her lips slightly parted.

“How much?” Kit teased Emily.

“My pussy got wet, thinking about you,” the girl moaned. “I’d go to the ladies room to change my panties, I was afraid it would leak through my uniform pants, then I’d have to frig myself on the toilet to relieve the tension.” She hesitated. “Was I a bad girl?”

“No baby, you weren’t bad, I want you so badly that I have the same problem. But now you can be naughty with me all you want…what would you like me to kiss first?”

Emily pointed to her mouth. “Oh, here first, definitely,” she said, smiling.

“Then, here,” she said, pointing to the darts at the breast of her blouse. Assuming a naughty expression, she then pointed down between her legs. “And here.”

Kit put on an evil grin. “I’m confused. When you say ‘here’…” she then pointed between Emily’s legs, “…do you mean your hot little pussy, or do you mean your tight little ass hole?”

“Yes,” Emily answered, then they both burst out laughing.

“Okay, then,” Kit answered, their mouths coming together in a hot, passionate kiss, just the first stop for their wet lips and tongues that afternoon. Kit’s hands began roaming over Emily’s luscious body, caressing and cupping the military woman’s modest, but tasty, breasts, then samsun escort following the curve of her waist, enjoying her warmth, to her thighs, smooth and muscular, and leading to several of the heavenly spots on her female lover’s taut body.

“Unnh, yeah, nice, touch me, Kit, feel how hot and ready I am for you. I want you to fuck me, make me cum endlessly on you, and on your hot mouth and tongue…god, I want to cum for you, sweetheart!”

Kit’s hand found its way into the hot nest between Emily’s sweet legs, her pussy ripe and wet, her clit twitching in eagerness to be loved and stroked, worshipped and kissed to distraction. Kit’s fingers worked their way under the gusset of Emily’s thin panties, her creamy fluid already coating Kit’s strong fingers, and easing her way inside of Emily. Kit’s index finger wormed between Emily’s plump and swelling labia, the girl’s heat and moisture welcome to the CIA operative.

She fucked one finger in and out of Emily, slowly at first, then increasing in speed, her finger invading and dominating the smaller girl’s vagina. “Your cunt is so hot and wet for me,” Kit hissed into Emily’s ear.

“God…yessss, fuck me, I love it,” Emily moaned, her hips rotating in the age old dance of love.

Kit added a second finger to the ramming of Emily’s tight little hole, going deeper and deeper with each new thrust.

“Fuck, I can feel my cum dripping on you and down to my ass,” Emily gasped.

“Good,” Kit said. “It’ll make it easier for me to fuck your sweet little ass hole, too.” Then she kissed Emily, whose cheeks and upper chest were taking on a rosy glow as her orgasm approached.

“Yeah…yeah..oh yeah, oh god! Fuck me, Kit, fuck me fuck me fuck!!” Emily’s hips and thighs began shaking as a wave of lust and ecstasy washed over and through her, an orgasm that shattered her composure, turning her into sex-filled jelly. Kit rode Emily through her orgasm, slowing the movements of her fingers in her lover’s hot little cunny.

Emily closed her eyes part way through her orgasm, and pulled her head back, exposing her throat as she came. Kit gently kissed her there as Emily slowly relaxed, the sweet tension seeping out of her body. She cooed with contentment, feeling her lover’s soft, warm lips at her throat.

“Mmmm, I love you,” she whispered to Kit. Kit didn’t reply verbally, only continuing to kiss Emily’s smooth skin, expressing her mutual feeling of love through her post-coital attention to Emily. In that way, Emily was certain of Kit’s love for her.

The two lay together contentedly for long minutes. Finally, Kit slowly withdrew her fingers from Emily’s tight hole, her pussy almost seeming reluctant to lose its intimate invader, holding her tightly until she slid out. Kit was still hungry, of course, and brought her fingers up to her nose just as Emily’s eyes opened.

“Mmm,” Kit crooned, as she inhaled her lover’s hot scent. Emily smiled as Kit brought her still cum-covered fingers to her mouth, then sucked on the creamy digits. “Oh, honey,” Kit said, as she sucked on Emily’s sweet female essence. Savoring the flavor of her female lover’s body, Kit licked and sucked it all off her fingers, then turned her face to Emily’s, as Emily’s fingers pulled her face closer.

“Kiss me,” Emily whispered, and their lips joined in a sweet, warm kiss of love and fidelity, both feeling a deep happiness they knew would remain forever as long as they both should live. Emily considered how close that thought was to the wedding vow, and wondered if they would ever get a chance to formalize their forever love. She began to get excited, too, as the scent and taste of her own pussy in Kit’s mouth worked its predictable magic.

“Mmmm, Kit?” she asked, softly.

“Yes, love?” Kit responded.

“I’d like to do you, now.”

“Yes, dear,” Kit responded, giving Emily’s soft throat one last gentle kiss, then lying back on her elbows to give Emily room to move as she would like. Emily sat up, slowly.

“I feel so overdressed. I’ve never cum quite so nicely dressed as this.”

“Well, I didn’t want to waste any time,” Kit responded, grinning.

“Yes, well, I’m an old-fashioned girl. If I’m going to make you cum, it shall be in the normal way – that is, as two girls, each of us naked.” Kit giggled.

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied. Emily set about stripping her girlfriend to the bare necessities, She unbuttoned the CIA agent’s blouse and quickly pulled it off her, then knelt in front of her and unbuttoned her trousers, then pulled them down, momentarily leaving her panties on. Emily stood up and kissed Kit, taking her in her arms, then allowing her hand to drop between the darker haired girl’s thighs, her fingers tracing along the woman’s vulva.

“Ooh, somebody’s wet,” Emily said teasingly.

“Well, yes,” Kit said. “I haven’t had the opportunity to cum yet.” She said that so self-righteously that Emily giggled.

“Well, I’ll fix that,” she vowed. She knelt again, her face at the level of Kit’s steaming pussy, and kissed urfa escort the girl’s vulva roughly through the cotton, her mouth lingering on the plump mound. Emily’s tongue licked through the thin fabric, the wetness of her saliva there attracting and drawing the woman’s vaginal emissions out.

“Oh, yum!” Emily exclaimed. “Your sweet little cunny tastes and smells so good. And you’re so excited!” She insinuated one finger under the hem of Kit’s panties, to slip inside the woman’s satiny, hot slit. Kit moaned, her knees almost buckling as pleasure coursed throughout her lower body.

“Emmy, please, make me cum,” Kit begged. Emily had every attention of teasing her lover longer, but she had no heart to torture Kit, and in fact was anxious to bring the greatest pleasure to Kit that she could, as quickly as she could.

Emily hooked her fingers over the waistband of Kit’s panties, then pulled them down off her full hips, until they puddled on the floor at her feet. Emily sighed at the loveliness of her lover’s pussy.

“Oh Kit, you’re so beautiful, I just want to gobble you up!” she exclaimed, bringing her mouth to Kit’s tight slit, surrounded as it was by her fat, deep pink labia, and crowned by the swollen pearl of her clitoris, gleaming with her lubrication. Emily kissed and licked Kit’s fabulously fragrant and delicious sexual center, her rough tongue scraping next to and over the girl’s highly charged labia and clitoris briefly, then scooping up a rich mouthful of her female cream, the fluid visibly running from the hyper-charged woman.

“Mmmm, oh yeah baby, you’re bringing me so close,” Kit moaned.

Emily then returned her mouth to Kit’s hot clit, all ready to explode, as both women realized. Emily skated her tongue around the darkly red clit, the rough tip of her tongue moving ever closer to the small pearl as she licked. Then Emily quickly scraped her tongue over the tiny organ, and Kit exploded in orgasm, squirting wildly as she came in mindless abandon.

“Oh god, oh godohgodohgodOHGODOHGOD!” Kit moaned mindlessly, as her orgasm filled her with pleasure, and drove out all thought. Emily found herself supporting Kit as her knees actually did buckle, before reflexes took over.

Emily was so surprised by the unexpected force of Kit’s orgasm, and her squirting, that the first few splashes caught her in the face, then in her mouth, leaving her spluttering until she realized what had happened. She could feel her lover’s fluids running down her face, and she grinned through the dripping liquid. “I did a really good job,” she thought to herself, proud of her accomplishment.

Giving Kit a few minutes to recover, Emily then helped Kit sit, then lie, on the bed, and come back to herself. The two lay together on the bed quietly, resting and just being happy to be with each other. Then the front door opened.

Not sure at first who it was, both women scrambled to hide.

“No, no, don’t worry! It is I, Anoosheh.” The two women relaxed, then tensed when a second burqa-clad figure followed Anoosheh into the house.

“My friend Belour wanted to meet you both. And she…we…have a request, to which you may wish to say no.” Anoosheh looked concerned.

“What is it, Anoosheh?” Kit asked. Emily didn’t know Anoosheh at all, so she deferred to Kit.

“Belour has a husband who is…somewhat rigid in his beliefs. She wishes to honor him, but he has no concern about pleasing her. Belour would like – once, just once in her life – to experience the ultimate pleasure of womanhood, so that she can carry the memory of that through her marriage.”

Kit and Emily looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

“Do you mean…what do you mean?” Kit said, confused.

“Oh dear,” Anoosheh said. “I don’t know the best way to say it, it is difficult to overcome the cultural confusion and differences, but what we are asking…would you help her to experience an orgasm?”

Kit and Emily were silent, then looked at each other to see what their partner thought of such a bizarre idea.

“Anoosheh, Emily and I are partners,” Kit said. She looked at Emily, who nodded. “We wouldn’t think of, well, giving orgasms to someone other than each other. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes, my friend, I do understand, ” Anoosheh said. “But for Belour it is more of a, perhaps, experimental idea. She does not want you to make love to her, she wants you to lead her to the ultimate pleasure. It is no different from taking a bath, or weaving a rug. You only need to show her this.”

“But Anoosheh, you all have a group here, of women who think very much alike and know as much as we do about women loving women – why can’t, or won’t, you all teach her?”

“Because she would feel shame when she saw them in the village…afterward,” Anoosheh said simply. “Both of you are beautiful, a woman or a man could easily be excited under your touch. And, most importantly, you will be leaving sometime in the future, sparing Belour that shame.”

Kit looked at Emily.

“Well, that does make some kind of sense, I guess,” she said.

Emily was relieved that she might not have to actually make a decision in this sensitive issue. “I’ll go along with whatever you decide,” she said, her hands on Kit’s right arm, clinging to her side.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

A Study In Contrast

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Anal

I was home from my NROTC summer term between my sophomore and junior year of college. At the time seemed like it sucked, because as my friends from college were all at home hitting the beach and claiming to get laid while I was on some Navy base or on a ship. Of course one needs to take their claims with a grain of salt. However, given that my folks live (to this day) in a fairly sleepy town north of NYC, and not having wheels, it was boring. Hence I kept my self busy with yard work, running, biking and generally hanging around. And of course this was pre-internet so I was really bored.

There was one nice thing. That was my next door neighbor – Deena. Deena was a very good looking young black woman about my age who went to the local community college and worked in town. She was put together nice, (for any gal not just a black woman) but she had nice legs from playing volleyball and basketball and a nice rack. She had the coloring of the Williams sisters of tennis. I used to see her around after high school but I kept my distance as she was dating someone.

One Saturday during my break and with my folks out of town, I was doing some work in the yard and I hear a loud crash followed by a “Oh Shit’ from her house. As I knew Deena and her family well enough, I approached her house, not knowing who was home or not and called out ‘Hello?’.

Deena was standing there in a pair of spandex work out shorts, loose fitting t shirt and in bare feet with a pile of broken glass at her feet, she says ‘Hey Chris you startled me and watch your feet’. She looked like she just got back from the gym, but I think already had her sports bra off as her rather large tits were hanging free under the t-shirt. I tried not to stare but could not help a lingering look.

“Don’t move” I said, “Where is your broom or dustpan and a pair of your shoes’.

She tells me where those things were, and I hand her the shoes, and start to sweep up. She gives a quick thanks and then says, ‘I see you have done enough work outside, I can clean this up’. It was nice that she noticed me.

“Yeah, I have been doing yard work but then again, there is nothing to do around here at all.’ I added, “Plus many hands make light work, so let me help you finish.’

After a few minutes of cleaning up, and me stealing a peak at her ass and tits, we finish. A passing thought of her and I on the floor right there crossed my mind more than once, but thought better of it.

“Wow, that made a mess,’ she said and added, ‘Thanks alot. I know James would not have helped like that and I guess that is why we never got past where we ended up.’ I thought, ‘ended up’, sounds like they broke up.

“Oh, ended up?’ I said with a faked quizzical/concerned look on my face.

“Yeah we broke up a few months ago.’ She stated. “But, for me it is a good thing, as we dated for a long time, and there are so many nice guys out there that I would have never have met.’ And she smiled at me, ‘Like you Jack, you seem like a nice guy and I don’t meet enough guys like you.’

I blushed a bit and thanked her.

“Well I should be getting back to work.’

Deena said, “Would you like a drink, Coke, Sprite, juice? Its the least I can do.’

“Sure, that would be great’

She heads into the kitchen and tells me to sit out on the deck with the most shade. I never noticed but her folks have a hot tub and the cover was off.

Also it is interesting to see your house, while sitting at someone else’s home. Thinking to myself, yard looks good. And I never thought that she had a ‘straight shot’ look into my room from the deck, but she did.

She comes out, bringing a few glasses of coke that are already sweating because of the mid-summer heat, and a bowl full of chips and salsa.

We spend the next hour or so just catching up on what we have done since high school. Her with community school, work and more recently breaking up with James. She was excited about getting ready to go off to college in Albany after two years of the local community school. I told her of my tales of school and being at sea and some girlfriend but did not go into too much detail.

The day was getting later, and I finally said, “Deena, thank you for the snack and I had a great time catching up, but I do need to finish some things around the house and shower off because this grass and sweat is starting to make me feel grubby.’

Deena replied, “Well Jack, I hope you don’t think I am being forward, but do you have plans for dinner? My folks went to visit my grandparents kind of last minute and I enjoyed catching up and truth be told I don’t have any plans’ She continued, “My dad left some steaks out and if you don’t mind, you can grill them and we can eat them together. I have seen you grilling for your folks all the time, so I hope you don’t mind. I have some things for a salad and some veggies’

It did not take long for me to tell her I thought it was a great idea and we agreed on a time, at about 7.

As I headed over, I was feeling good, and manisa escort of course had a slight hard-on. Damn good looking woman I thought, and was she flirting with me. Nahh…

Never been with a black gal before, mostly blondes and one Asian, but not with a black gal. Could be interesting, or could be she is using me to cook dinner and she gets tired and has to go to bed. Thats the tough thing about being the nice guy, gals can sense it and get what they want but, whatever it is, its better than eating alone.

After finishing some small jobs, showering and paying a little more attention to what I wore, it was just about seven ish so I walked over. I took a look in the mirror, my legs and ass are my best feature as it is a result of tennis, catching in baseball and just being on my feet. I had on a nice pair of black cargo shorts, and a fitted t shirt. Being out on the sea-tour, I was darker than I usually was, and it contrasted nicely to the light blue tee shirt. I have been told that am good looking, but did not know it while I knew her in high school Although since I have been to college, I have gained that confidence. I stand at just under six foot, was then 175 lbs, and I am told a very thick cock and about 7 inches long.

I walk over to her house, and call out to Deena. She answers: “Hey Chris, I left the steaks our on the deck for you, the grill is down there’.

I shouted up: ‘Okay Deena, thanks.’

I soon figured out how to light the grill and get it started. Once the fire was hot, I went up and wanted to see what she was up too.

She was standing there with her back to me barefoot in a yellow sundress Wow, what a contrast. The dark of her skin against the pale yellow of the dress. Her legs look fantastic, and her ass had the right amount of curve to it. James was an idiot.

‘Hey, do you mind if I grab some things for the grill’ I asked her. She showed me where things were, and I went back outside. I tell her it will take about 20 minutes and she said that was great, as she will be ready then as well.

I head down to the grill and in about 20 minutes I am done. I come up to the deck where she is sitting and she smiles at me. She set out some red wine as well as some water.

She says, ‘now that we are 21, it takes the excitement out of drinking, but still, here is some nice wine my folks got as a gift. They don’t drink so I figure we can drink it.’

I agreed and sat across from each other. Dinner was great and so was the company. We continued to make small talk and some small flirtation now and again. Ever so often she would brush up against my leg and leave it there, even just for a few seconds and then slowly pull it away.

Finally, dinner was over and I offered to help clean up. After a few trips to the kitchen, we were done. Then she said, ‘Lets open up bottle number two, we can sit next on the deck near the tub and ill put some music on.’

I said sure, and then some music came on, it was some Al Green. Nice I thought. She called out from the kitchen, “I hope you don’t think I am old fashioned but love Al Green.”

“Not at all” I called back.

She brings out the wine and we sit next to each other. Despite the sun going down and the stars being out, the night was still hot and I noticed she turned the lights and jets on the hot tub on. At the time I did not notice, but when she came out she brought out two towels.

“I hope you don’t mind that I turned this on, thought it would be fun to take a dip if you want, we can still talk but in the tub.’

“Hey that sounds like a good idea and I have no place to go.” As I smile at her taking in her very shapely body as she sat in her chair next to me. She got up and said, “Why don’t you hop in,” she tells me.

Then pausing at the door she smiled, and said ‘Ill be right back’

Well now I am thinking, what to do. I don’t have swim trunks, and am not going to go home, so i figure Ill just get in with my boxer briefs. They are form fitting but oh well. I drop my shorts and take off my t-shirt.

Before I get in, I pour a glass of wine for both her and I, and put them next to the hottub. Then I slide in. I am sitting in the tub and enjoying how good this feels, and then she comes on the deck.

My jaw drops.

She has on a bikini top and kind ‘boy-shorts’ bottom both red, both with white piping along the outside. Her stomach was flat and it complimented the rest of her well toned body. She flashes a big smile at me and says with a devilish grin: “I did not see you bring your swim trunks.’

I confess, ‘No Sherlock I did not, I figure I just have my boxer briefs’

“Well I guess thats okay’ She giggled and slid in across from me.

I hand her a glass and say, “Here is to you and I, and renewed friendships’ She clinks my glass and takes a sip.

We continue to talk a bit, drinking the wine, enjoying the weather, when there was a lull in the conversation. Her leg rests against mine. I just look at her.

She asks, “Can you get kütahya escort me another glass of wine. I would get out but I am getting a chill.’

Shit, I think to myself, I have a raging boner and she is asking me to get out..

“Sure” I stand up and kind of turn away from her as I am a little embarrassed, walking over to the table, get the bottle and slide back in.. I noticed she moved to a position in the tub so that I would sit closer to her and I have no way not to reveal my boner as I slide back in.

“I see you don’t have a problem with the cold’, Deena said. I responded, “No, I don’t, but I can tell you are cold.’ I smile then flash a look at her tits as her nipples were hard.

When I came back in I pour her a glass and this time she is sitting by my side. I put my arm around her, and say: “Will this warm you up?”

She turned to me, “Yes, but I have a better idea” and with that she leans in and kisses me, sliding a bit of her tongue onto mine. I kiss her back a bit deeper than she kissed me and my hand goes on the small of her back, pull her closer. The smell of her perfume combined with the wine was heavenly. After a few moments we break.

“That was nice, I have never kissed a white guy before.’ Deena said. I responded, ‘I have never kissed a white guy either.’ She laughed.

Deena said, “I have a confession: I have been wanting to do this for a while, but as I was dating James I was true to him. He was not so true to me, but that is another story’.

She continued, “Ever since I noticed I can see your room, and see you umm, well naked, I have been wondering what it would be like to kiss you’

Shit thats right. When my folks are away, I walk around my room and house nude.

“Well I guess you liked the show’ I replied.

“I did”

“But I have never got to see you naked.” I coyly protested as my hand moved onto her knee.

“Easy tiger, its only 9 pm’ She replied. With that we kissed again, and this time it was deeper and more aggressive. I held her close. I can feel her tits pressing against my chest. Her hands on ran up and down my arms and then onto my ass. “Feels as good as it looks.’ she cooed.

To my surprise she pushed me back and then sat on my lap and went right back to kissing me. My hands ran along her ass and legs. She slowly gyrated her hips onto my rock hard cock

“MMMMM well its not true what they say about white guys” she giggled.

“And what is that” I ask pretending no to know what she was talking about.

“Well from what ‘they’ say, is that you white guys are all small, not from what I can tell here.’ She said slowly leaning directly into my ear.

My hands wandered up and down her smooth thigh, and caressed her ass over the fabric. Her forehead rested on mine as she slowly grinded her hips on my lap. On the next pass I slipped my hand under the fabric covering her ass and gave a squeeze, then she pushed back and reached behind her and unhooked her bikini. I looked into her eyes, then saw that she had perfected tits. I guessed they were 38d’s and at that age (21) they don’t sag.

I kiss her neck, then worked my way down and Deena cradled my head. I worked my tongue around her nipples, without ever touching her nipples. She groaned.

Then I switched and worked on her left tit, slowly working my tongue around the areola without touching the nipple, putting both of those erect.

“Baby, that is so hot, whatever you are doing feels good’

“I can tell.”

As I slowly switched on and off she slide her hand down my stomach and was slowly stroking my cock through the fabric. She went under the fabric and went low, to cup my balls, which made me groan.

“Lets go inside, Chris, cause you know, some of our neighbors may be nosey.” I laughed and I said, “Well I am looking at a peeping Tom”.

I got out of the tub and at this point my erection was struggling against the briefs, and because of that I can see Deena eyeing me up.

I handed her the towel as she stepped topless out of the pool. I eyed her up just as much.

She led me inside and then into her room.

“You are all wet, why don’t you take off your shorts’ I stood there and dropped my shorts.

“Sit on the bed” she said as she dropped her towel and leaned over, kissed my neck, my hands massaging her ass.

She kissed my nips, teasing me the same way I did to her. She pushed me back and then, looking me in the eyes took off her bottom.

“There,” she said, “Now we are even.’

What a sight. She was beautiful. Her pussy was trimmed but not shaven. Her tits heaved a bit as she was breathing heavy,

She got into bed next to me and started to kiss my chest, then my stomach and then lower. My cock standing at attention as she took one hand and tickled my thigh. Her other hand gripped my shaft, first at the bottom.

She kissed the base first, tongue around the bottom her hands fondled my balls. I let out a groan. She slowly stroked and I can see her tongue working up malatya escort and down my cock, until finally she got to the head of my cock, and she licked my pee hole.

“Jack, you have a lovely cock” she said looking up at me, and I mumbled, “Thank you” in response. She used her mouth to play with the tip of my cock, then she worked her way lower, taking in my shaft inch by inch. As she did my breathing got heavier, especially as she took almost all of it in.

Jesus, no one has ever done that I thought.

Slowly she worked her way back up the shaft and back down. Her hand worked opposite her mouth, doubling the delight. I groaned with delight, and after a few more passes, she said “You like that Jack?”

“Of course,” I responded

But as she got back to my cock I pulled her hips so she would straddle my face for a full sixty nine.

I kissed her thighs, and worked my way higher. This time it was her that let out a groan as I tasted her juices. I could see the contrast of her pink pussy against her dark lips. I slowly worked my tongue inside of her lips and one hand worked her clit.

“Jack, that feels so good” I could feel her gush a bit as I worked my tongue around her pussy.

At this point she slowed sucking my dick, I must have distracted her.

Then I switched it up, and used my tongue on her cilt and my fingers inside of her.

She felt great as a slid a finger in and with that i curled my finger to try to get to that ‘g’ spot for her, and at the same time I used my tongue to circle her clit.

Her thighs were around my ears and I could feel at this point she stopped sucking my dick. She did have one hand she was slowly jerking me but she was concentrating on what I was doing to her as she straddled me.

I worked my mouth and tongue alternating fast and slow over her clit and in and out of her with my fingers. I could feel her gripping my cock a bit less and holding onto the bed sheets. She was getting close

I am in the zone, trying to make Deena cum. I can hear muffled, ‘yes.. don’t stop.. God.. feels so good’ coming from her…

After a few minutes her breathing gets even faster.

She groans, “thats it, don’t stop,, ug ug ugh’

“oh baby, mmmmmmmmmmmmm’

Her toned legs squeeze my head, I feel her trashing about and feel her pussy squeezing my finger as she cums in waves.

After a few waves she slides off of me and moves up towards me, leans in and kisses me.

“Whatever you did, no one has done before, Jack honey that was fabulous’

Although I had not cum yet, both her and I nodded off for a few minutes.

I was half asleep when I felt her stroking my semi hard dick, and it came back to life right away.

She straddled me. Her perfect tits over me, her pussy just above my cock.

“Deena, I did not bring protection’ I said

She responded. “Its okay sweety, I am still on my pill as I was on it with James and I never came off of it, and you are the first man that I slept with since him.’

That made me grow even harder.

She grabbed my cock and gave it some more strokes, and she took it and pointed it right at her lovely pussy lips.

With one hand on my cock and one on my thigh, she lowered herself onto me. It was a great feeling, only my second time going bare back. I could feel every muscle in her pussy wrap about my thick cock.

I hear her groan a bit.. “Jack baby, let me adjust,” as she lowered herself in by inch.

She let go of my cock as it slid almost all in. I could feel the heat from her pussy. She leans in and kisses me.

“You feel great Deena.”

“Shhh just enjoy.”

I go slow with her at first letting her adjust and so I can savor the moment. We kiss each other as we do this, my hands caressing her ass, and making there way towards her ass.

I start to go a bit faster, and on each stroke I can see her juices covering my dick. Its about to send me over the edge.

I pull her towards me with my cock all the way to the hilt.

ANd let it stay there.

“Deena, do you mind if we switch it up and try something else.’

She grins, “Sure, lead the way’

She slides off of me, and I guide her to get into a doggy style. Her great ass in front of me. She spreads her legs to allow me to get in.

I can see again, her great pink pussy against her dark lips.

I put my cock head right at her opening and slide it in. Slowly inch by inch. She leans back into me.

I slide in and out slowly building up pace and as I do so I lean into her kissing her neck. With my free hand I reach under her and rub her clit.

She groans as I match the pace of me fucking her with me rubbing her clit.

I am fucking her as hard as I can now. Just the sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her is what we hear in the room. I can see my cock grow more white with our cums mixed in.

I stop rubbing her clit. I start to groan and fuck her faster

“Cum baby’, she purrs at me.

“MMM it feels that these are ready.’ she says

I push her hard into the bed. She fondles my sack as I have both hands on her hips.

“Oh shit baby, Im gonna cum’ I say

“thats it Jack’, Deena says, “fill me up”

Fucking harder

Then in a wave, I start to cum

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

A New Turn to Things Ch. 04

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Darren couldn’t stop the glow he was feeling inside. She was doing so well and he pulled her to him when he had released her, pressing his lips to hers as he took what she seemed to so freely give. “You are so precious my pet!” he told her, brushing a lock of damp hair from her eyes.

“Thank you Master,” Maria whispered, hugging him, enjoying the moment of closeness they were sharing. She closed her eyes and savoured the way he smelt, the feel of his skin, the sound of his breathing. Everything about him excited her and she couldn’t imagine a life without him. Pulling away she looked at him, “Master, I want” she started, but he placed his finger on her lips.

“No decisions yet, tomorrow will be the day for decisions and choices, today is for discovery and pleasure!!” he whispered, knowing that what he was going to introduce her too next would not be so pleasurable. At least not for her. For him this was one of the things he loved. He was going to flog her, get her used to the feel of a whip. Taking her hand he lead her across to a piece of equipment that was in the shape of a cross.

“This is a St. Andrews cross” he explained to her, running his hand across the padded beams. “It is used to tie people to, so their Master or Mistress can enjoy their bodies” Darren turned and looked at her. “I’m going to tie you to it pet and then I’m going to flog you!!”

Maria gulped, she looked at him and the cross, “flog me Master?” she whispered, fear showing in her eyes.

“Yes pet, flog you. I like to inflict some pain on my sluts, and this will be a taste of that. I wont do it hard, for that you need to be trained and built up to, but I will give your back, arse and thighs a work out. I think you will look gorgeous with a red glow.” He smiled and then edged closer to her, his face so close, noses almost touching.

“Do you trust me Maria?” he asked her seriously, his eyes locking with hers and his body so close.

Maria took a deep breath, her throat moved as she swallowed, her eyes remained focused on his and she nodded, “yes Master, I do” she replied, her eyes shining in the knowledge that she did trust him.

Darren smiled, “good girl” he kissed her again, this time he pulled her close to him, his hands going for her hair and holding her head still as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. She would be everything he wanted, and so much more. Maybe he would even collar her, make her his totally. His kissed her for a good three minutes, his lips felt swollen when he pulled away, and turned her, gently caressing, stroking her glorious body. Once she was facing the cross he secured her to it, cuffing her wrists and ankles and then securing a strap around her waist.

“I love a woman tied like this pet, available to me. Now this will hurt, but I want it to, I want to hear you scream” he whispered to her before taking a step back and selecting his implement of choice.

Maria trembled as she felt the cool leather of the cuffs secure her. She did trust him, she loved him, but she hadn’t kütahya escort told him that, and her life without him would be nothing. But this, this was a totally new ball game, she had never experienced pain, pain was something to shy away from. Hell she even ran from wasps and bees. But now, now he was deliberately going to hurt her, and she was allowing him. Or was she, if she didn’t want him too he would have stopped. Wouldn’t he? Suddenly she wasn’t so sure and that realisation sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Did she want him to do this? Or was it the whole thing? The whole idea of being his? She wasn’t sure anymore!!

Darren had selected a soft red suede flogger. It had about 20 thongs of the red fabric, each one about 18 inches long. It wasn’t as brutal as some he had, but it was a good one to use as a starting point. Returning to stand behind her he flexed his arm, getting used to the feel of the handle and then he began. He started with some gentle, light flicks across her back and arse, getting the blood flowing to the area and allowing her to get used to the way it felt. As he sped up he increased the pressure, loving the little sounds she made. Her skin turned pink and then red and he smiled, she looked good with a bit of colour in her cheeks.

Maria had tensed herself as the flogger came down. She was surprised to find it didn’t hurt in the way she was expecting it too. She had been expecting sharp intense pain, but it didn’t feel like that, it was different, a more spread out feeling, not some much pain as a feeling of burning. But it eased off and she relaxed. Another kiss of the flogger made her groan, she pulled the restraints, arching her back towards him, relaxing, surrendering to the need she was feeling. Darren sped up, using the flogger expertly across her back, moving to her butt and then her thighs, he continued on for twenty minutes, until his arm grew tired. She was moaning and crying out now, writhing against the cross. Darren grinned and stopped, running a finger across her slit.

“You are so very wet!!” he whispered, kissing the back of her neck, stroking down her back, touching the heated flesh and hearing her hiss. She was everything he had hoped she would be and so much more, he really needed her here, permanently.

“You have a body made for whipping!” he told her, whispering, his breath fluttering across her skin, he loved the sigh that escaped her pursed lips.

“I cant believe it, I feel amazing. I have never, ever expected to feel like this” she whispered, turning her head to look at him, her eyes dazed. He knew she was so aroused, his finger was still stroking her cunt, her juices coating his digit as he stroked her to fever pitch.

Watching her buck on the cross he knew she was close, when he judged she was about to cum he stopped, hearing her groan loudly in despair. He laughed, “poor little girl, you have to wait!! I want to do so much more with you yet today, cant have you worn out!” he whispered, slapping her arse hard with the flat of malatya escort his hand and loving her startled squeal. He was only just beginning. Darren released her, standing her on her feet and watching her sway. She was exhausted, he could see it in her eyes. He still hadn’t finished with her, he wanted to push her that bit further today. And he wanted her arse, something she had never let him touch.

Maria stood trembling, her body singing for his touch. She was in a dazed state, watching him as he prepared some kind of bench. He stood and turned to her, gesturing her towards him with his finger. When she got to him he pulled her to him, kissing her hard, pressing her against him as he devoured her mouth, leaving her breathless and flushed. He moved her towards the bench, pushing her back onto it. It was padded and she fitted it perfectly, her hands he took in his kissing one and then securing it in cuff, then he repeated the process with the other. Kissing her fingers before he placed that one in the heavy leather cuff. He stood smiling at her, the bench was strange, he sat on a lower section, and lift her right foot, kissing her toes and then he strapped it in place so that her knee was bent and her cunt was revealed to him, the lips parting like an exotic flower. He once more repeated the process with her left foot, kissing her toes and then securing her. She was now laying on the bench, her arms tied above her head, her legs tied, knees bent and her cunt open before him, giving him access to her delicious snatch.

“If you stay with me, you will be in this position frequently. I love the way you look, tied there, open to me, waiting for me to do anything I want to you!!” he knelt on the padded lower section and leant across her, kissing her again, it was as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His lips were passionate and he knew what he was going to do her, he had two more things planned today and he would enjoy them both. He pulled back from the kiss, moving down her body, kissing her as he went. His lips left a trail of pleasure across her skin, making her moan and close her eyes. His smirked, he was sure he had her, and all he had to do was capture her more. Make her believe she couldn’t live without him.

Darren continued to kiss down her body, sucking her nipples into his mouth and nipping them, hearing her gasp and groan in pleasure. God she had a body made for him, he was so hard, but he wasn’t going to fuck her yet, not just yet. His tongue finally found her clit and he lapped it, sucking the small cock like appendage, she bucked in the bonds, arching towards him as her began to lick her slit, tasting her nectar and rubbing a finger across her. He was going to introduce her to the pleasures of fisting, something he loved to do, he thought there was nothing as erotic as watching your fist slip into a willing cunt. He reached for the tube of lube he had placed in his pocket, he didn’t want to hurt her, so he was using tons of the water based, sticky substance. Then he pushed a finger into her, slowly manisa escort fucking her, searching for that magic spot that would tip her over the edge. Slipping a second finger in, he massaged her G-spot, hearing her whimpers and knowing he would make her gush before the day was out.

Maria had never felt anything like this. There was something about being tied like this, being secured before a man, open, defenceless, on display. She loved the feelings that tore through her. When he found her clit with his tongue she cried out loudly, bucking her hips, her mind ready to explode, but she controlled it, waiting for permission. The first digit that slipped in her caught her unawares, she hadn’t been expecting that. He stroked her insides, pushing her towards the edge, forcing to send her tumbling off and spiralling into orgasm. Then another finger joined the first and she squeezed her eyes closed. “Oh oh Sir, please that’s good, I need to cum, please” she begged and he chuckled.

“Oh no you don’t not yet little one, when I tell you” and to emphasis that point her pushed a third and then fourth finger into her lovely wet snatch. Savouring the way she twitched around him, grabbing at his fingers. “You have a hungry cunt Maria, such a hungry, beautiful sexy cunt” he purred and she smiled, opening her eyes and looking at him. Her eyes locked with his and he smiled, curling his thumb into his palm and pushing his hand into her, working, worming his fist into her warmth and knowing she would take it.

She had never felt anything like it, the pressure wasn’t like pain, it was an incredible pushing feeling, as if he was trying to climb back inside her. Her eyes widened and she held his gaze, feeling the perspiration stand out on her brow, “that’s it pet, let me in, let me bury my hand in your delicious cunt, let me feel you squeezing me” he whispered and she cried out as he pushed into her, claiming her cunt as his. “Oh yes, that feels good” he didn’t move around, or twist, not on the first time. Slowly he pulled his hand back, until he felt the strain and then, then he pushed in in, slowly fucking her with his fist, loving the noises she was making. “That’s it my love, now you can cum for me, cum all over my fist” he ordered her, watching her cunt suck his hand in and smiling, she was perfect.

Maria writhed in the bonds, loving the way it felt, his hand was buried in her and she loved it. Her voice was lost, she just whimpered words of pleasure, so much pleasure. When he moved his fist she nearly exploded, only total control stopped herself from cumming, when he spoke, giving her permission she screamed, her juices exploding from her as her muscles clamped around him, she climaxed like she never had before, writhing, bucking, crying out his name. She was full of his fist and cumming so hard, she didn’t even know this could be done, but it was and it felt so damn good. When she calmed down, he slowly removed his hand, then he stood, untying her and carried her from the dungeon, returning her to her bed as she trembled in his arms.

“Rest pet, you have done me proud,” he whispered before leaving, “I’ll be back later for your final taster session. Then tomorrow you make your choice.” Then he was gone, leaving her buzzing and smiling, her mind already made up…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Family Perverts Ch. 02

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Gif

1.

Julie was and is proud of her body and its power to turn the men – and women – in her life on, especially her boobs which though they were not the largest the world has ever known, were certainly more than a mouthful for any of the members of her incestuous family who daily made her sex life so exciting and enjoyable. Julie didn’t have favorites, neither, whoever was attending to her tits at any given time was always the best and, right now, she was beside herself with joy from the thorough mauling they were getting from her two horny twin nephews, Michael and Robert.

“I’m pleased you persuaded me to stay, sweetheart,” said Julie, glancing across the room to where her brother Mark, Michael and Robert’s father, was fucking her daughter Jenna with all the force he had at his disposal. He had already fucked his niece once before that evening, back at the marital home Julie shared with her husband David and their daughter, but such was the enthusiasm for hot kinky taboo sex that all of them were able to keep going for hours, indeed until sheer exhaustion finally got the better of them.

Jenna smiled at her mother as she rode happily on her uncle’s thick pole, “I knew you would be, mom,” she replied, “pity dad, gran and gramps aren’t here, too.”

“Yeah,” said Janine, Julie’s niece who was being similarly fucked by her father Paul, Mark and Julie’s brother, “they should have been here.”

“Aren’t we good enough for you then?” laughed Robert, momentarily looking up from munching on his aunt’s tits.

“Don’t be daft,” said Janine who was about to say something else but instead let out a loud scream as her father came in her cunt. At the same time, Robert went back to sucking Julie’s tits while Michael went down on his knees and began to give his undivided attention to Julie’s hot steaming pussy. Julie gasped as Michael’s tongue began its journey up and down the groove between her silky pink cunt lips, having not had the pleasure of his aunt’s pussy for several months.

Paul was milking another of his stupendous orgasms as he flooded his daughter’s cunt with his thick incestuous sperm. “Oh, darling, that was fabulous,” he said, his breathing coming in short irregular gasps as he tried to regain his equilibrium and he pulled himself free from the greasy confines of Janine’s tight juicy hole, “your cunt felt so good round my prick.”

“And your prick felt so good inside it, dad,” smiled Janine, “as it always does.”

Paul rolled over onto his back and lay flat out on the lounge carpet, his big cock deflating before everyone’s eyes. Mark was still giving Jenna’s pussy a thorough going over and she turned expertly without breaking the fuck, lifting a leg over her uncle’s head and falling forward to smother him with her tits. Mark lifted his head and began to suck and lick the erect nipples standing out firm and inviting from Jenna’s dark aureoles while still pounding his prick in and out of her cunt.

“Fuck,” said Robert, watching his father in action out the corner of his eyes with his mouth still wrapped around his aunt’s melons, “that looks fabulous.”

“Yeah,” said Michael, momentarily relinquishing his tongue from Julie’s cunt, “why don’t you go and fuck Janine? She looks like she’s still hungry for cock, even after the thrashing uncle Paul gave her.”

Julie didn’t mind Robert abandoning her tits, not when her pussy was being ravished mardin escort to such a glorious extent from Michael’s tongue. As Robert leaned in to place his stiff rod in his cousin Janine’s pussy, where the creampie her father had given her still languished in dribs and drabs, Julie lay back on the sofa and lifted her legs in the air, signalling Michael to follow.

“Don’t stop now, Michael,” she said, “run that hot tongue of yours round my clit.”

Michael didn’t need any encouragement, the grunting and groaning coming from the fucking across the room helping to spur him on as he placed his head in Julie’s dripping cunthole. He licked up and down her cuntal walls and then, as if discovering it for the first ever time, he located his aunt’s clit and began to kiss every bit of it before encircling it with his superbly experienced tongue.

His uncle Paul, having recovered from his orgasm, sat up and rested back with his elbows of the carpet to get a better view of the action. To the right of him, his daughter Janine was being mercilessly fucked by his nephew Robert’s magnificent hard-on while to the left, his sister Julie was having her cunt brought to the boil by his other nephew Michael’s tongue. And over in the corner, his niece Jenna was still riding the crest of a wave as his brother Mark fucked her and licked her tits simultaneously.

Janine and Jenna grunted and groaned as they surrendered their pussies completely to their menfolk’s pricks. Mark glanced across to smile at Robert, getting an unobstructed view of his son’s sexy bare ass cheeks rising and falling while Janine pushed back to meet every thrust of her cousin’s prick. Julie squealed too as Michael continued to expertly demonstrate his cunt-licking skills and glanced over his shoulder to smile at her brother and daughter. Jenna’s graciously-curved ass cheeks were bouncing up and down as her uncle Mark went in for the deep penetration which he knew from past experience his niece both loved and expected …

2.

“It sure is a shame David and his parents aren’t here,” mused Julie, echoing silently to herself Jenna’s words of a short time earlier, “my hubby would be bowled over by all this hot action.”

Julie needn’t have worried since, at the same time as the gangbang was taking place in Mark’s house, David was enjoying a hot sleazy threesome with his parents Jack and Shirley. After fucking his father for fifteen minutes or more, as a reward for the fucking Jack had given him, David had shot another load of his rich cream all over his dad’s ass cheeks as his mother watched, having been an enthusiastic audience throughout the proceedings as she waited patiently for her husband and son to fuck both her holes simultaneously, just like they’d done years ago before David had married Julie.

Shirley had been beside herself with pride as she watched her son discharging his spunk over her husband’s backside. If anything, it proved the insidious view of many that sex is just for the young to be nothing but a myth since even David was not exactly in the first bloom of youth anymore while Jack and Shirley’s love of passionate sex was just as strong now in their old age as it had been when they were first married and before their son had even been born.

Julie could imagine the scene back home as she placed her hands on Michael’s head and drew him closer to her, the better for his nevşehir escort tongue to gain even deeper access to her pussy. As he plowed it into her sweaty depths and Paul moved round to get a closer look, ten miles away Shirley had slowly impaled herself on her son’s prick, fresh from his father’s ass, while her husband moved in to slide his rod into his wife’s asshole. Mother, father and son rocked together as they once again demonstrated their love for each other, rolling back the years as if they were just starting out on the taboo relationship which had lasted for a quarter of a century now and had served their sexual needs so well.

Julie closed her mind to what David, Jack and Shirley were doing as Michael hauled his aunt to her feet and stood in front of her with his hard cock throbbing in his hand. “Now it’s my turn, aunt Julie,” he said, “get on your knees and suck my prick.”

“Say please,” said Paul, giggling and now fully recovered.

“Please,” said Michael, mimicking a little-boy-lost voice as Julie went down on her knees and quickly took her nephew into her mouth. Mark now had a great view of not only Robert’s ass but Michael’s too and his pride in his sons swelled accordingly as he felt his balls start to contract as his orgasm approached. Nobody would ever be in doubt about Mark’s stamina, nor Jenna’s neither, they’d been fucking like mad for over twenty minutes, non-stop while Robert and Janine ran them a close second, as the cousins fucked, squealed and groaned to the music of all the other hot action taking place around them.

“I’m there!” cried Mark at the top of his voice and immediately shot his load into his niece. His sons spun their heads over their shoulders to watch their father cum while Jenna gave herself a round of orgasms within seconds of taking her uncle’s spunk.

Julie stopped sucking Michael’s cock to watch her daughter as Jenna reached her climax. Michael moved over to his father and cousin and began masturbating in front of them. Paul didn’t waste a second, now fully back on the horn again, and jumped up quickly to take his nephew’s place in Julie’s mouth. As Paul’s sister began to suck hard on his rigid tool, Robert suddenly signified he was about to cum and let out a shout of triumph as he spewed out one ribbon of spunk after another in Janine’s cunt, his sperm mingling with the remains of his uncle Paul’s which Janine’s father had deposited earlier.

Mark clapped and cheered as he watched Robert emptying himself into Janine’s pussy, his love for his sons knowing no bounds. Paul’s love for his daughter rose to new dizzy heights as she came as well, her body wracking with pleasure as her orgasms overwhelmed her.

Meanwhile, back at Julie’s house, her husband David was shooting yet another load into his mother Shirley’s pussy while his father Jack came in his wife’s asshole …

3.

Michael slowed down the pace of his wanking as Robert and Janine rolled over together and folded themselves into each other’s arms where they languished on the carpet the very same spot Paul had rested earlier. Julie was still hungrily sucking her brother’s cock as Jenna lifted herself off Mark’s prick and went to sit in an armchair to recover from a whole evening’s worth of truly amazing incestuous fucking.

“Thanks, uncle Mark,” Jenna said, as she lowered her ass into the chair, “my pussy feels niğde escort like it has been completely destroyed by that wonderful fucking you gave me.”

“I hope not, ” murmured Mark, still getting his breath back, “I’m sure some of the others will want to fuck you too, if you play your cards right.” He glanced up at Michael whose cock was still standing out at an acute angle from his body though he was no longer masturbating. “Aren’t you gonna cum, son?”

“Not yet, dad,” he said. “I want to fuck aunt Julie and I was also hoping mom and aunt Cathy would be back by now.”

Julie suddenly stopped sucking Paul’s prick and stood up. “Perhaps we ought to get going,” she said. “I don’t think your wives will take too kindly if they get back and find Jenna and I here.”

“Oh for crying out loud, sis,” said Paul, “Sandra and Cathy aren’t ogres. I think you should stay and we can clear it all up once and for all.”

“Yeah, aunt Julie,” said Michael, “it’s all so silly. The last thing a family like ours needs is a feud, for fuck sake.”

“Too right,” said Mark. “Why don’t you stay until they get home?”

“Just think,” said Robert, still wrapped in Janine’s arms, “if you ladies start to get on with each other, then we can not only have you and Jenna over from time to time but uncle David and his mom and dad, too.”

“Yeah,” said Janine, “and think what a great family gangbang that will be.”

“Too fucking right,” said Mark. “Your dad and I both treated Shirley to a double penetration earlier this evening, the old girl didn’t want us to stop.”

“I wouldn’t mind giving her one, too, dad,” said Robert, “I’ve never fucked a lady of that age before and she does still have a great body, at least she did the last time I remember seeing her.”

Julie couldn’t help smiling, even though she tried to suppress it. “Oh, she’s still beautiful, all right,” she said, “I only hope I’m still as sexy as her and want sex as much as she still does when I’m her age.”

“I can’t think any of us will ever lose our love of sex, sis,” said Mark, “it’s in our genes and it’s what this family is all about.”

“Please, mom,” said Jenna, flashing her eyes at her mother and hoping her powers of persuasion would work again as they had when they were in the car and she had got Julie to agree to not going home straightaway.”

“Well, I’ll think about it,” replied Julie, “but right now, if Michael wants to fuck me, my cunt is all his.”

Michael smiled at his aunt and walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the lips as the rest of the family drew round to watch. “How d’you like it, my dear aunt?” he said, when he had broken the snog, “doggie-style?”

“Yeah, mom,” said Jenna, “let’s see Michael fuck you with you on your hands and knees.”

“Go for it, son,” Mark said, “give my slutty sister the full benefit of that lovely rod of yours. Then you can fuck me later, too.”

Michael smiled at his father; having bided his time most of the evening, he was now raring to go and was looking forward to fucking any of his family who wanted it. But right now, it was his aunt Julie who was going to feel the thrill of her nephew’s prick in her pussy and as Julie got into the requisite position, the others moved in even closer to watch the penetration. Michael greased his prick with some KY and smeared some onto his fingers which he then used to lubricate Julie’s cunt, enjoying the feel of his fingers in her fanny.

Then, with his family’s mouths drooling with anticipation, he slid his stiff rod into his aunt’s tight greasy canal, Julie’s groans muffling the sound of a key being turned in the lock of the front door …

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

A Week of June: Monday

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Big Tits

That night I had a very vivid dream: in it, I had been back at our Westchester house, having an argument with Alice, my ex-wife. For some reason, she was only wearing a bra, her clean-shaven pussy staring at me. All of a sudden, her voice seemed to emanate from her lower lips, shouting at me with vulgar words. And then June came in with a magnificent black dildo and shoved it up her mother’s cunt, saying sprightly, “At last, a way to SHUT YOU UP!”

I woke up, at first shivering, and then amused at the startling image of my daughter silencing Alice in what seemed an all too appropriate fashion, given Alice’s insatiable need for extramarital sex. And then, all of the last night’s events came pouring into my consciousness once again. My daughter’s teasing, the intense pleasure I felt in her presence, and the incipient desire I felt for her. And finally, my plans for playing her game, my competitive nature urging me to one-up her. As usual, my morning erection called my attention to it. Adjusting myself in my silk boxers, I stepped out of the room.

June was still in bed, asleep. I stopped at the sight of her. The sheets had gotten all tangled during the night, and she was lying mostly on top of them, with her shirt rucked up around her waist. Her long legs were just as I remembered them from the night before, and with her shirt so high on her body, her ass was also in the open. The glorious double curves of her cheeks with only the thin strip of white thong panties separating them were some of the finest I had ever had the honor to lay eyes on. The sound of the ancient air conditioner sputtering away seemed to be drowned out by the roaring in my ears.

My thoughts were a jumble. Perhaps I had misapprehended June’s intentions the night before? And even if I hadn’t, was I willing to go along with her in this game? Certainly I found her arousing in a manner I had never anticipated, and in the past, such an attraction would have led me to attempt a liaison. But the circumstances were different here. I was risking more than just a temporary humiliation: I was risking my relationship with my daughter, so newly reestablished.

On the other hand, I believed that I had read June correctly over the previous day. If she had been any other woman, the signs she had given me would have compelled me to take action towards her. In either case, I rationalized, I could take cautious steps and see where it led me. If she gave me any sign she was displeased, I could back away quickly enough. As our attitude towards nudity had been fairly relaxed when we were living as a family, I could easily claim misunderstanding.

So I sat down on the bed beside her, and shook her shoulder, to waken her.

“Good morning, princess. Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Mmmmm…” she sighed, stretching like a cat next to me before opening her gorgeous eyes and smiling up at me. She made no attempt to cover herself, but rolled over onto her back and pulled her arms over her head, much like she had the morning before. Only this time, there was nothing covering her lower body outside of the skimpy panties. I gazed in wonder at the sight of her flat tummy and the sexy curve of her hips, and then at the soft junction of her thighs, where the white silk dove between her legs. I swear you could see the outline of her labia as if the panties had been painted on. I looked up to see her still smiling at me.

“Mmm, Dad, I had a dream about you last night; you were holding me just like you used to when I was a kid and we watched TV together at night. I felt so comfy, so secure. Yeah, I guess I slept pretty well last night, probably the best night’s sleep I’ve had in months!”

I felt my cock stir in my boxers as I gazed into this sexy girl’s eyes. I could hardly believe this was my June, the girl I had known from infancy to high school. The look she was giving me would not be out of place in the boudoir, from a woman to her lover. She was so clean, innocent, dewy, and yet erotic in more than just a schoolgirl way. I thought I could lose myself in her if I wasn’t extremely careful.

“Well, kid,” I said, standing up, and stretching myself, “we’ve got some bagels in the kitchen. I’m going to take a shower and shave, OK?”

I knew full well what my motions would do: in my stretch, I felt the silk of the boxers glide over my partial erection, and mold itself to the contours of my balls. Standing just in front of her, I knew she couldn’t miss the “unconscious” display.

I took a quick shower, and then stepped out to shave in front of the mirror. Since I regularly shave my cock and balls after I shave my face, I usually don’t wear a towel while I stand in front of the sink. Today, however, this habit had unexpected consequences when June knocked lightly on the door and stepped into the bathroom.

“Oh! Whoops! Sorry, Dad,” she said, averting her eyes, and making as if to leave the room.

“S’OK, June. You can come in, just don’t look, OK?”

“Oh. OK, I was just going to hop into the shower myself. So don’t you look either, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I replied, pretending to be engrossed with my shaving. The ordu escort mirror was fogged in all but a small area for me to look into, but in that small area I could catch glimpses of my daughter as she stood, looking squarely at my backside. Let her look, I thought to myself. Two can play at that game, as she turned her back to me and pulled her T-shirt over her head. Once again, I was free to admire the lack of tan-lines on her back. I couldn’t see her lower half, but she stooped to remove her panties, and then stepped into the shower. I heard the spray of water begin.

I finished shaving my face, and then sat down on the toilet to begin to remove the stubble surrounding my genitals and perineum. I lathered up, and began carefully stroking the razor over the skin of my balls.

“Dad, do you have an extra razor I can borrow?” came June’s voice from within the shower.

“Um, sure thing, doll. Hang on, I’ll get one for you.” I got an extra disposable and stepped to the tub. I put my hand with the razor into the gap of the curtain. “Here you go.” I felt her take the razor from me, and then I felt the glide of some wet and smooth skin across my fingers. I could not identify what part of her body it was, but the feel of it was electrifying. I jerked my hand out of the shower.

“Sorry, hon,” I stammered. I heard a little giggle from within the confines of the curtains.

I sat back down and finished shaving the delicate skin of my scrotum, and started on the area around the base of my shaft. I find that removing the hair from this area makes the erection stand out that much more. I saw one foot perched on the edge of the tub, the pink toenail polish glistening. I knew that June was busy shaving her legs. In a second, the foot was replaced by its partner. I stood up to shave between my legs, the area behind my balls. Then I heard a snort of laughter from inside the tub.

“There’s really no graceful way to do this, is there?” June remarked.

“What’s that, hon,” I replied, offhandedly, in the midst of contortions of my own.

“Shaving the bikini area, of course!”

I laughed. “We all have to shoulder our crosses in the name of fashion, dear.” I finished my work, and cleaned up, just as I heard the shower turn off. I stepped out of the room before she could get out of the shower. Although I had an intense desire to see her handiwork, and to display my own, I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of a cat-and-mouse game.

In my room, the enormity of the events of the last fifteen minutes hit me. June and I had been simultaneously shaving our privates, not five feet removed from each other. And she had let me know that she knew about it too! Any doubts I had remaining about her intentions were swept out the door by this realization. The only question remaining was how far she wanted our game to go. I was willing to let her play leader, as long as I could have my fun too.

To that end, I got out a pair of button front jeans from my closet. These jeans were the oldest pair I owned, and they were faded nearly white. In addition, they were so thin that they molded themselves to the skin underneath like a wet cloth. Finally, in several strategic areas, the material had frayed into long collections of parallel threads, including over both knees, both ass cheeks, and alongside the inner thighs on both sides. I pulled the nearly non-existent piece of clothing up my legs and adjusted myself in the crotch so that my unit was all on one side of the seam. I knew from experience that with an erection, the threads would be pulled apart, revealing the turgid flesh beneath. I also knew that bending over would afford anyone behind a stellar view of my ass. I had more daring outfits, but few I enjoyed as much as these pants. For a top, I put on a black mesh muscle shirt.

If I thought I was going to trump my daughter, I had a lot to learn about June. For when I stepped out of my bedroom, I found her seated at the table, dressed in an outfit whose image is burned into my brain. For a top, she was wearing a very simple lycra stretch top that reached just below her breasts, and which had short sleeves. Although the material was not see-through, every inch of her tits was encased with the lycra so that they were perfectly outlined. Then she had on a flouncy schoolgirl like skirt in blue checks with pleats that could only be described as a micro-mini. The skirt had two suspender-like straps that went over her shoulders, with each one lying on the outside of one breast. Her midriff was proudly bared, showing off her sexy navel. When she sat down, the skirt went up behind her so that she sat on her bare bottom. Her blond hair was pulled into two pigtails, and she wore four-inch transparent plastic blue heels.

To cover my astonishment at June’s audacity, I went and got myself a bagel. True, I had met many women who enjoyed displaying their charms. In fact, I had seen a number in outfits far more outrageous than the one June was wearing. However, none of these sirens had been my daughter. I was clearly going to have to update my thinking on June. At the same time, I can’t say I was rize escort disappointed. I have never liked prudes, or women who could not enjoy their physicality. I could tell that June had the wherewithal to withstand unwanted advances, and the self-confidence to appear perfectly natural in costumes in which other girls would have come across as stumbling fools.

I sat down next to June and put my foot closest to her on the seat of her chair, by her leg, and leaned back slightly. This action opened my crotch directly towards her. I could feel the warmth of her bare leg, only an inch or so away from my foot.

“So, Kid, what are you going to do this morning? Remember, I’ve got my meeting in a little while.” She turned slightly towards me, bringing her outer thigh into contact with the side of my foot.

“Well, Daddy, I’ve got some cash burning a hole in my pocket, so I thought I’d go shopping.”

“Honey, I’d be astonished if you have a pocket hidden somewhere in that outfit,” I laughed.

“Hmph,” she replied, with a pretty pout, “I have a pocket all right, but it’s not usually used for money!”

“Just be careful, princess. New York City isn’t like Connecticut. I know you can handle yourself, but keep an eye out for weirdos.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she said, as she stood up and moved between my legs to hug me, “you’re so sweet. Nothing’s going to happen to me that I don’t want.” She put her arms around my head and pulled me to her sweet body. My cheek was pressed against her belly, and my arms were around her waist. I put my hands on her upper legs and hugged her back, delighting in the firm tone of her leg muscles.

“OK, sweety,” I told her belly-button, “Go get ’em, tiger!” She giggled and turned back toward her plate. She leaned forward slightly to pick it up, pushing her butt back towards my face. Her skirt flipped up, showing me her astounding cheeks for the third time since the night before. This time, there was only a small string disappearing between them, the same color blue as the checks on her skirt. She was wearing a g-string! I could barely stop myself from running an appreciative hand up her legs to fondle those sculptured half-moons so close to my face. I felt those threads stretching thin in my pants. And then the moment was past, as she stepped to the kitchen to clean her plate.

****

Not ten minutes later, she was set to go, with a purse and blue sunglasses shaped like hearts perched on the top of her head. At the door, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and wished me luck with my meeting. As she stepped out of the door, the elevator chimed. Out stepped a woman in a dark-blue, conservative skirt suit, hair pulled back severely, with horn-rimmed glasses, carrying a portfolio. As June walked past her and into the elevator, the woman’s eyes never left her, staring at her, even as the elevator doors closed. Then she turned to me, and raised one eyebrow.

“Ray Carlson, I presume? I’m Deirdre O’Phelan, representative of Flirty Girl Products.” Her eyes raked across my body, from head to toe, and back up again, lingering briefly over my groin.

“Won’t you step into my office?” I swept my hand in front of me, indicating the open door. She moved past me into my apartment, smelling gently of jasmine. She sat in one of the chairs, decorously tilting her knees to one side. I sat down opposite, with my legs spread, and took a moment to examine Ms O’Phelan. Despite her austere appearance, I could see that she was really quite becoming. Her jet-black hair contrasted with her pale skin, and behind her glasses her eyes had a sharp intensity to their ice-blue color. Her round face had very delicate features, and was set upon a graceful neck. Her clothes were tailored, and fit her slim body perfectly. Her nylons set off the fine turn of her legs. I noted that the shirt under the navy blue jacket appeared sheer, and I wondered if she were wearing a bra.

“Mr Carlson,” she said, abruptly beginning her business, “We are looking for an accomplished photographer to film our new swimwear collection for our web-site. We are prepared to pay very well, and you have come highly recommended. However, I need to see your portfolio before I can make any decisions.”

“Certainly. I have several, but I think the one you will be most interested in is my portrait collection.” I stood to retrieve it from the bedroom. When I returned, I handed the portfolio to her, and stood next to her chair. The first several pages of the album are dedicated to simple head shots. These she moved past with seeming impatience. I could tell she was looking for something specific. She also breezed through my standard portraits, until she came to a series of black and white photos I had done for personal interest. These featured a stunning young woman in different degrees of undress in various parts of NYC. I had been inspired by the photos of Frank Wallis to attempt something similar. Instead of his images of women as architecture, I had attempted to represent my subject as unexpected decoration. In each photo, the girl had some portion of her sexuality exposed as it were by accident, to the sakarya escort stunned astonishment of passersby. And yet, despite the supposedly humiliating experiences, the young girl seemed entranced by her sudden freedom, her unexpected power to amaze.

Ms O’Phelan’s breath caught in her throat when she turned to the first of these pictures. All of a sudden, I had this lady’s character pegged. Desperate for some release for her sexuality and yet too embarrassed by it to let it show, she went through her days in an eternity of frustration. She wanted the freedom she saw in this young lady’s expression, yet did not dare take the risk necessary to achieve it. It would only take a few shoves, I estimated, to send her spiraling down the slope of her desire.

“See, you can see right up her skirt,” I murmured, gently, yet insistently, moving closer to her in the chair. I felt my prick begin to harden at the start of another game. I was standing with my hip only inches away from her ear. But she was too lost in examining the photograph to note my closeness.

“It’s hard to tell whether she tripped by accident, or faked it to get attention, isn’t it,” I went on. “In any case, I think she’s enjoying the end results.”

Her breath quickening, Ms O’Phelan turned the page. This time, the girl’s blouse had caught on a fence and ripped open, her naked breasts within suggested by the play of shadows and light. A woman, walking in the other direction had her hand over her mouth in astonishment, but the girl’s face seemed ecstatic.

“Her tits are out in the open, aren’t they,” I whispered. At the word “tits” Ms O’Phelan sighed slightly. My cock was pushing against the threadbare cloth covering it, and I stealthily undid the top button with one hand, while I leaned a little closer into her space. Her eyes flicked across to the next in the series. Here, the wind had flipped up the girl’s skirt in the back, showing her ass, unclad. The girl was actually laughing. A young man sitting nearby watched with very wide eyes.

“Naughty, wasn’t she, to go without panties on a windy day. But with an ass like that, how could anyone want to hide it?” Ms O’Phelan’s breath was shorter now, and she seemed to be feeling a little warm. She undid the buttons on her jacket and let it open. Underneath, she was wearing her white sheer blouse, covering a white lacy bra. Her breasts were heaving slightly, up and down. I released two more buttons on my jeans, and gently rearranged my cock so that it was standing up. If she had chosen to turn and look at me, she would have seen the head of my penis reaching up out of the V of the open pants. But she was too engrossed, too caught up in the experience of seeing someone live her fantasy.

She turned the page, and audibly gasped. On the subway platform, the girl’s skirt had been ripped off of her by a dog, revealing her freshly shaved pussy to a large number of onlookers. The girl’s expression was one of orgasmic delight.

“Look,” I purred, “there’s her cunt!” At the words, Ms O’Phelan closed her eyes and softly groaned. Her legs spread slightly under the album, and I could sense she wanted to scratch the itch she was feeling in her own cunt. I finished unbuttoning my pants, and allowed them to drop to the floor in a soft susurration. I stepped out of them, and my fully erect organ shamelessly pushed forward. I let the warm length of it rest against her cheek obscenely. She refused to look at it, but also did not pull away or resist its lewd onslaught.

“Turn the page,” I commanded softly, enjoying the power I had over her. She obeyed, her rapid breathing and her erect nipples pushing at the lace of the bra cups betraying her overwhelming arousal.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned at the next picture. Here the girl was standing in the middle of a subway car, wearing only a ripped blouse, gripped with one hand, and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Her eyes were closed, and her legs were slightly parted, revealing her nether lips, glistening in the fluorescent light. Some of the passengers looked away in embarrassment, while others, fascinated seemed unable to tear their eyes away from the remarkable sight. Ms O’Phelan, clearly, would have been one of the latter. I rubbed my prick against her warm skin, and reached up to her hair to remove the cruel barrette and pins holding it in check. In an instant, her gorgeous black tresses spread around her face. I let my cock slide through her hair, leaving a slight trail of pre-cum shining behind. She, clearly still overly heated, shrugged her jacket off her shoulders, and kicked her heels off her feet.

She glanced at the next photograph. Here my subject had quit the confines of the subway and was sitting on a park bench, her legs spread, one hand dipping to touch herself between her legs. Her blouse was wide open, and her other hand toyed with a dark nipple. A young man sat at the other end of the bench, watching with evident interest. Ms O’Phelan was continuously moaning now, and I guided my cock so that it rubbed across her lips. She made no move to stop me, but also did not take any initiative. It was clear that she needed me to push her all the way. I reveled in the rude sight of my member against this woman’s perfect features. I reached behind her and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. She sat, passively, but rubbed her legs against each other subtly under the portfolio.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Security Guard

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Security work can be so boring. I was on patrol, in my Ford Festiva, putting along, through the gated community. After 9PM, you might as well shut the place down. All the seniors are tucked in for the night.

The most excitement is catching a couple of cheaters making out by the Rec Center after Bingo. Other than that, staying awake is a challenge.

So, I was surprised to see the old Cadillac off the side of the road, with the lights on. I called the office and told them I would check it and let them know.

It was a female, and I tapped on the glass with my flashlight. She was startled. “Are you okay, Ma’am?”

She lowered her window, and I smelled the alcohol right away. She was in her sixties, attractive, wearing a black cocktail dress with plunging neckline, a string of pearls and gold hoop earring. Very put-together. And obviously drunk.

“Oh, hello, I’m so glad you came by! I’m not sure where I’m going, I just moved in and got confused in the darkness!”

She had a GPS in her hand, trying to program it, which is tough enough sober. She gave me her address, and she wasn’t far off. I asked if she was okay to drive, and she assured me she was.

If she left the car there, it would have been towed, either by the community or the town. If the cops came upon her, it would have been a DWI for sure.

“Tell you what, we go nice and slow, follow me but not too close, and I’ll lead you. If you start swaying, we stop, okay?”

“Oh, thank you, Officer! This is so nice of you.”

“Well, I’m just security, but be careful, okay?”

She agreed, and in 3 minutes, she pulled into her driveway and opened the garage, remotely. I called my office, told them everything was okay, and that I would be taking my break after this. I walked up to the garage to make sure she was okay to get in the house.

She was climbing out of her car, the black dress pushed way up by the seat belt, and the tops of her stockings were exposed, quite a risque outfit for someone her age. “Are you okay now, Ma’am?”

“Oh, yes! I really want to thank you! I promise, I’ll remember next time.” She stood, and I couldn’t believe how tiny she was! With good-sized heels, she still only stood 5’3, and she held on to the car door to steady herself.

“Yes, well, you should also be careful about how much you drink, if you plan on driving. Otherwise, use a car service.”

She niğde escort lowered her head like a little girl being scolded. “I know, I was just… feeling sorry for myself. Moving here from New York is so different, so quiet. And it’s 6 months since my husband passed.”

I felt rotten for reprimanding her. “I’m sorry to hear that. But just be careful, okay? We don’t want you getting hurt, okay?”

She smiled again, bright white teeth and I wondered if they were originals or caps. She had short grey hair, parted on the side. She brushed the hair away from her face, and I saw the light color of her eyes, very striking, pale blue. “You’re very sweet. I hope I meet more people like you! But everyone is so old, and unfriendly!”

“Well, I’m sure with a smile like that, you’ll win them over!”

She brightened. “That’s so nice of you to say! You just made my night.”

I smiled. “You made mine, too. This was the most excitement I’ve had in a long time…at work I mean!”

“I’m sure! It must get boring. And a long night!”

“Yeah, I get a meal break, but that’s about it, stuck in that little car.”

She nodded. “It must be cramped for a big guy like you!” (I’m 6’1, and 200 lb, not a light-weight) “I bet it feels good to stretch! When’s your meal break?”

“Right now, actually. I just phoned it in, I’ll go grab a coffee or something.”

She grabbed my arm. “I have a better idea. I have coffee and could use a cup, too. It’ll only take a minute.”

I held firm. “Jeez, thanks, but I really shouldn’t…”

“Nobody’s gonna bother your car, and you have a two-way radio, so what is it? Do I look that frightening?”

On the contrary, I thought. “Not at all, I just thought you’d want to get to bed at this hour. It’s after midnight.”

“I won’t turn into a pumpkin, and you have a long night ahead of you. Come on, I could use the company.”

I reluctantly let her lead me through the garage, into her den, as the door closed behind us. All the houses had the same floor plan, so I knew where I was. The kitchen was clean, since as she said, she had just moved in. Standing on those heels really accentuated her ass, made it look nice and tight, for any woman, never mind a sixty year old. She would be less than five feet in her stockinged feet, but had an awesome body, perfect for her height.

We talked ordu escort as she busied herself. Her name is Rhoda, this place was left to her by her brother, and since her husband died, she thought she’d try out a Senior Community, and she wasn’t thrilled with all the old people, “just waiting to die.”

It sounded so sad when she said it, and I knew she wouldn’t be living here long. Too bad, she was nice.

“So, Billy, are you married?”

“Divorced, just moved here 3 months ago, trying to re-establish my credit, pay old bills, along with alimony and child support for my son, he’s 3.”

“Here I was complaining about being lonely, and you have it worse than me! I’m so sorry, Dear.”

She reached across and held my hand. “You must miss him a lot.”

“Yeah, thanks, weekends are the worst, no work so I sit around thinking.”

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that! You come over, I’ll make you a nice meal, we’ll have a few drinks… just a few, I promise!”

I smiled and saw she was holding my hand tightly.

“That’s nice of you, Rhoda.”

“But you won’t do it, right? Someone your age can’t have dinner with a woman my age? They do it all the time now!”

“No, age has nothing to do with it. I think management would frown on fraternizing with the residents.”

She smiled coyly. “I bet if I was 21, you’d figure something out, right?”

I squeezed her hand back. “Don’t say that. Actually, I’ve always been attracted to the more mature woman.”

She threw back her head and laughed. “Well-said! Like a politician! Well, this mature woman thinks you’re as cute as hell, and you make me laugh. If you don’t come over, I’ll report that you stole something from me!”

I could see she was joking. “And what exactly did I steal?”

She leaned forward and pulled my hand to her breast. “My heart, Silly! Feel how fast it’s beating!”

I felt alright. And she must have seen my eyes widen, because she moved it all over her chest. “Hmmm, am I making Mr. Security Guard blush? I think so!”

I sure was, and the blood wasn’t just rushing to my head.

She held my hand to her lips and kissed it, sucking on my index finger. “I think I have Mr. Security Guard’s attention, don’t I?” With that, she stood from the counter stool and walked to me, and slid between my legs as I sat. Her face was just the right rize escort height, and she slid her arms around my neck ,and planted a kiss, with tongue. The first real kiss since my divorce celebration when I got lucky at a bar.

Rhoda just molded herself to me, and I kissed back, sliding my tongue to meet hers. My eyes opened to see her watching me, as if waiting for something. She paused and said, “I haven’t been with a man in a year.”

I couldn’t imagine that, feeling so horny after 3 months, and I slid my hands around her waist, so tiny. “I guess we’ll have to do something about that.” One hand slid down to her tight ass and squeezed and she moved against me, giggling.

Getting bolder, I slid my other hand to her tit, while the back hand went under the dress, lifting. Her tongue went crazy, slurping at mine, biting me, biting my neck as she climbed up my body on the stool.

The dress slid easily, and it was over her head, showing black bra, panties, and garter belt! She was ready for action! She grabbed my arm now, still in heels. “In here.”

In her bedroom, she practically ripped my uniform shirt off and I dropped the pants in no time. She jumped on the bed, and wiggled out of her panties, a neatly trimmed bush smiled at me. My cock throbbed against my boxers and she tugged them down, spinning around and engulfing my head.

I looked down, it was awesome, she was sucking for her life! I eased her off and laid her back. I knew I had to get back to work, and hated to rush, but it was time anyway, for me! And when I slid my head across her lips and felt her wetness, I knew she was primed, too. She looked so sexy in her black bra and net stockings.

I plunged in, afraid I might hurt her, since she was so tiny, and my 7 inch cock looked so large entering her. She squealed with delight, shifting under me, getting me just right, then pulling me in, all the way to the hilt.

She was kissing my neck again, saying how good it felt, how big I was, and she wiggled beneath me, stirring my pot, getting me boiling! In no time, I was pounding away, and she was screaming for more, harder, faster!

She let out a roar into my ear, it was deafening, she just said “FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!” and collapsed just as I unleashed my wad of cum into her. Spurt after spurt, I laid there, feeling it ooze out, and finally soften as she kissed me, thanking me, again and again. I should have been thanking her.

We dressed, hurriedly, and she poured my coffee into a travel cup, saying I could return it when I came for dinner. I was walking out her door in a glow when my two-way buzzed. “Car Two, back on duty!”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Attitude Adjustment

Posted on

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Faggot

Angel sat on a chair in a crowd of women. She had come to this club to take in a couple of shows and she was really enjoying this one! This show was a group of hot looking guys that stripped for a living, which is nothing unusual in Miami, but these guys showed the “Full Monty”, or in other words, they got completely naked. Angel’s cock had gotten way too big to keep in her panties after only the first guy did his show, so she had reached up under the black mini skirt and set it free.

Several of the guys would get really close to the women and wiggle their butts in their faces. One guy had even sat on a hot looking brunette’s lap. Things were a little more out of control than other shows she’d been to. When the last guy came out Angel’s breath caught in her throat. He was beautiful! His body was sculpted but not overly muscular. He had jet black wavy hair and icy blue eyes. Her cock, which had gone a little soft watching the last guy, went rock hard. He came out and stood almost in front of Angel, and as the music began he looked up, directly into Angel’s eyes. He started his routine and right away it was apparent that he was a dancer and not one of those guys that did strength tricks during his show. He started to flirt with Angel as he danced closer and closer to her. An evil thought slipped into Angel’s mind and she reached into her hand bag and got some lube on her hand. She always carried some with her just incase an opportunity should arise. She quickly and unobtrusively reached under her dress and applied it to her now turgid cock. As the song progressed so did his beautiful nakedness, and soon his g string found its way onto Angel’s lap. She picked it up and sniffed the string where it had been between his butt cheeks. The women in the place applauded as Angel smelled his musky odor on the string. With a big grin on his face he danced over to Angel and wiggled his ass in her face as he did a little portion of his show just for her. Then he danced out of reach and finished his show to the screams of the women in the room.

As soon as the music for his routine stopped another song started, and all the previous strippers came out from back stage. They were all naked as they danced around the room rubbing and teasing the women, whipping them into a frenzy. Some of the women got up from their chairs to dance with the strippers while others were content just to wait for one to come to them.

The guy that had just danced the last session came back to Angel and began to dance only for her. Angel reached down in her bra and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. She placed it in her cleavage and then patted her thighs as she looked him in the eyes. He quickly danced closer, straddled her legs, and began rubbing his partially hard cock on her sweater covered breasts.

Angel ran her hands up his muscular thighs, then around onto his rock hard ass as he slowly began to lower himself so he could retrieve the fifty with his teeth. As he squatted down Angel spread her legs, her short skirt rode up her thighs exposing her big hard cock, but he was too close to her body to see what was coming. As he continued to lower himself, Angel slipped her right hand off of his ass and when he got close enough she reached down, placed two fingers under the head of her cock and directed it to his unsuspecting asshole. Before he realized what was going on Angel thrust her hips up as she pushed him down, impaling him on her hard cock and causeing him to let out a yelp of surprise. He was a nice snug fit, but she was pretty sure he wasn’t a virgin. He looked at her in disbelief for a second, then with a smile he proceeded to push himself the rest of the way down on to her big cock. As he did so he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure.

He leaned forward and said in her ear, “This is a pleasant surprise.” His voice was sultry and low with a Latin accent.

“I’m glad you think so.” Angel replied into his ear. Angel’s legs were spread wide as he began to gyrate his hips, working his snug asshole up and down her long cock. She kept her hands on his hips but didn’t try to direct him. His moves felt wonderful and he looked so sexy as he ground himself on her love pole that she didn’t want to interfere.

He leaned in so he could talk in her ear again and said, “Nice and big. Just the way I like my women!” As he squeezed the base of her cock with his very willing bung hole he added, “Though I think you are stretching me out a little bit too far for my boyfriend’s comfort.”

“Too bad for him.” Angel replied smugly.

He worked her cock just like a brass pole, sliding up and down as he wiggled his hips. She moved one of her hands to his stomach so she could feel his six-pack abs as they moved and rippled under his skin. He looked into her eyes, then leaned down and licked her cleavage as he pushed his asshole all the way back down to the base of her cock. Once there he squeezed and relaxed his sphincter, milking her cock. This mardin escort wasn’t Angel’s first time in some hot guy’s ass, but there was something about doing this in a crowd of people that was just sending her over the top. The whole thing was more than she could take and with a groan of pleasure Angel exploded deep inside him, her come squirting hard enough for him to feel it. He continued to squeeze her cock with his ass until she was completely spent, then with a sly smile he took the fifty in his teeth and slowly stood up, allowing her cock to slip from him. He turned and danced his way backstage, stopping at the curtain to throw Angel a kiss and a wink.

Angel was in such a wonderful post sex daze she almost forgot to pull her skirt back down. She took a few moments to collect herself, then slowly got up and made her way to the door, oblivious to the rest of the room.

As she was moving to toward the door she was tapped on the shoulder by a very petite woman with long blonde hair. She was wearing a red silk dress that Angel was sure must have cost a pretty penny, but it fit her fabulously. It showed her every curve to its’ best advantage, and she had plenty of them. She had a cute face, with high cheek bones a small, slightly turned up nose and striking ice blue eyes. The woman said something to her, but Angel couldn’t quite hear her, so she leaned down and motioned for her to repeat it in her ear. The woman said,

“I saw what you did to that stripper! I think it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I had three orgasms while I watched him ride you.”

Angel replied in her ear, “I’m glad you enjoyed the show.” Then stood back up and continued through the door out into the lobby. The blonde followed her through the door, across the lobby and out onto the entrance steps. Angel gave the valet her ticket so he could bring her car around. The petite blonde woman stepped up beside her and tapped Angel on the shoulder to get her attention again. When Angel looked at her she said,

“I don’t really know how to ask you this except to be very direct,” Before she could continue Angel said,

“I’m sorry but I don’t do women.” The petite blonde blushed a deep red and looked at her shoes for a second before she could continue.

“Not me, my husband. I would like for you to come to my home tonight and push that big wonderful cock deep into my husband’s virgin ass. Then fuck the living hell out of him!” she finished in a rush. Angel glanced down at the blonde’s boobs and her nipples were showing through her dress. She obviously found the proposition quite arousing. “I would of course be willing to compensate you for your time and efforts. Would $2500 be enough?”

Angel’s mouth almost dropped open, but she held her composure and said, “Perhaps. What does your husband look like?”

The petite blonde reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of a strikingly handsome blonde haired man. He was wearing a white T shirt and cut off jean shorts. Very short cut off jean shorts. He appeared to be fit and trim with some nice legs. Angel thought to herself, ‘Heck, I’d fuck him for free!’

The blonde continued, “As a matter of fact, if you dominate him totally, I’ll double your fee.” She got a far away look in her eyes and it was obvious that she was imagining what that would look like. She started breathing hard and her face became flushed. She closed her eyes and put a hand on Angel’s arm to steady herself as a little moan escaped her and her body shuddered.

After a second she got a grip on herself, and looking up into Angel’s eyes with a sheepish smile on her face she said, “I would find that very satisfying indeed!”

The valet had arrived with Angel’s BMW 645ci and was waiting with the door open. With one last glance at the picture in her hand Angel said, “If he’s a big guy I might not be able to dominate him unless he wants to play along.”

“He’s only 5′ 3″, an inch shorter than me.” The blonde said with a smile. “In these shoes I tower over him by four inches and besides, he likes tall women so he’ll be quite into you. He is very touchy about his height though and acts very dominant. He’s always putting me down and ordering me around. I want you to put him in his place and break him so I can get the sex I want from him. Can you do it?”

“I’m sure that I can.” Angel replied easily, “I’ve used my special attributes to teach many men to appreciate being used for a woman’s pleasure. What’s your address?”

“6469 Lake View Court” The blonde said quickly, then asked. “Do you know where that is?” Angel sure did. There were a lot of very expensive homes out that way. She wasn’t sure she knew what she was getting into, but being in a rather adventurous mood she nodded yes as she said,

“I have a friend that lives near there.”

“Great!” the blonde replied. She rummaged in her purse then handed Angel a garage door opener. “Here, use this to get into the garage. Go through marmaris escort the door into the kitchen, you can drop your things there, then go out of the kitchen and across the great room, our master suite is off of the great room. Tell him that I sent you to be his early birthday present. His birthday is next Tuesday so he’ll believe that.” After the blonde finished her instructions she smiled up at Angel.

Angel thought she looked almost giddy with the anticipation of what was to come. The blondes face was flushed with excitement and her breasts were heaving. Angel asked, “So what’s your husband’s name?”

“Oh! I guess you would need to know that!” She exclaimed. “His name is Terry. And mine is Jill.” She added, extending her hand.

Angel took her hand and said, “I’m Angel. I guess I’ll be meeting you at the house?”

“I want things to get started with you two before I get there, so I am going to wait 15 minutes after you leave, then I’ll be along.” She replied.

Angel said, “Only 15 minutes? I take it your husband is not much on foreplay.”

“No.” Said Jill, “He is pretty much a quickie kind of guy. He tells me he wants to have sex, get some head, or whatever, then he grabs me and just starts at it with no concern for me at all. I think that the fact that I’m taller than Terry threatens him and he thinks he has to be in constant control of me.”

“I can see why you want me to spend an evening with him.” Angel said slowly. “At any rate, I’ll take your case, and by the time the sun comes up in the morning your husband Terry will have a new attitude. Not only toward you, but all women.”

Later at the house….

Angel set her purse down on the black marble countertop in the kitchen. The house was huge, but it looked like any other house, in any other subdivision. The kitchen was full of stainless steel appliances that looked like they had never been used.

On the way over Angel had devised a general plan on how to get things started. She was planning on letting him take control at first, then asserting herself after he felt that he had everything under control. Angel stood in the kitchen for a second and took a deep breath. She was a little nervous. After all she was a beautiful woman and she didn’t have to take guys against their will. They usually wanted her so bad that they would do anything to be with her. Even if it meant taking her big cock up their ass!

She’d been forceful in the past, back before she’d had so many men trying to get in her panties. Now she just needed to get back to that mind set. Heck, it had even been quite a rush to struggle with some guy and finally win him over with the help of her big cock. As Angel thought about some of the men she’d ‘taken’ over the years the old familiar tingling began in her balls and she could feel the excitement growing in her belly. A big smile grew on Angel’s face as she easily slipped into the mindset of what she was about to do.

Angel took some of the gel out of her purse and applied it to the semi hard cock in her panties. That would make it easier to enter him when the time came. She tugged her black nylon thigh highs up a little, straightened her short black mini skirt, and pulled the pink, low cut cashmere sweater down a little more. Her cleavage looked great and so did her impossibly long, hose clad legs. She thought to herself, ‘If this guy is only 5’3″, and I’m 5’11’ plus 4″ for the shoes, that makes me 6’3″. I’ll be a whole foot taller than him! His face is going to be right in my boobs! Of course that would make any man deliriously happy!’ With an evil smile she set off across the great room to the door with the light shining under it.

When she got to the door she didn’t hesitate at all, just grabbed the handle and with a quick twist opened it and stepped into the room. She turned to the bed that was on her left and there was Terry reading a book under the covers. He looked up startled as Angel struck a pose, placing her left hand on her hip and turning her left leg across her right to show off her long legs. Terry’s mouth fell open and he could barely get out the question,

“Who are you?”

Angel replied in as sultry of a voice as she could muster, “My name is Angel. Your wife Jill sent me over as an early birthday present. She said you like tall girls because we’re more fun, and honey, there’s a lot of fun for you here.” Angel waived her hand down her body as she spoke, but when she said ‘here’ she indicated her crotch.

Terry didn’t notice the subtle warning. He was too busy jumping up out of the bed as he said, “Hell yea! The bigger they are, the easier they fall…onto their backs!” He was standing in front of Angel completely naked and just as she had predicted, his face was right in line with her boobs. He grabbed her in a hug and buried his face in her cleavage, licking and sucking on any exposed flesh his mouth could reach. It was all Angel could do to restrain herself. She had nevşehir escort been with this guy for less than a minute and she was already dieing to put him in his place.

Angel put her arms around his head and pulled his face tightly against her breasts, holding him there until he started to struggle. After a few seconds of him struggling she released him. As he was trying to catch his breath she said coyly, “I’m sorry, I guess I got carried away. I didn’t mean to smother you.”

Terry glared up at her and said, “I could have gotten away at any time, I just wanted to let you feel like you were stronger than me.” The look in his eyes said otherwise. “I want to do something different anyhow. Get down on your knees and suck on my cock!” he ordered. After having his face pressed against her boobs his cock was rock hard, the reason Angel hadn’t felt it pressing against her was because it had been sticking between her legs. He was too short to reach her crotch. Angel appraised his small cock. It was maybe 5″ long and kind of thin. It was certainly no match for what Angel had waiting for him in her tight panties.

Angel didn’t mind occasionally sucking on a guy she was about to have sex with. Heck, it was always better if the guy was really turned on before she stuck her hard cock into him, but this time was going to be rather difficult because she didn’t like Terry very much. She slowly dropped down onto her knees and then had to actually sit down on the floor to get low enough to take his small cock in her mouth. He might be really good looking, but his attitude was killing everything. She really didn’t want to go through with this right now and the only thing that kept her going was thinking of how tight he was going to be on her thick cock.

Angel easily swallowed his entire cock into her mouth, then started sucking and working her tongue along it. Terry gasped and moaned as Angel worked him over with her mouth. She rubbed her hands up along his legs, then over onto his muscular butt. ‘Ok.’ She thought to herself. ‘He does have a great ass and legs.’ As she gripped his ass cheeks she could feel her cock growing in anticipation of the penetration that was soon to come. He was putty in her mouth as she slipped the middle finger on her right hand between his butt cheeks and into his tight virgin ass. At first he struggled for a second, but when she started to caress his prostrate he gave in and moaned in ecstasy. Even though she hadn’t wanted to suck him things weren’t going too badly. That is until he started to talk.

“OOO baby, you’re hungry for my big cock, aren’t you! You just can’t get enough of it as I fill your hot mouth. Come on baby, try to take it all in your mouth!” His eyes were closed and his head tilted back as Angel shot him a scathing look up across his belly. ‘What and idiot!’ she thought.

Angel slipped her pointer finger into his ass along side her middle one. He gasped again and without any warning exploded into her mouth. Angel easily held the small amount of cum he ejaculated in her mouth. Terry collapsed back onto the bed, totally spent. As he lay there breathing hard he said, “That was great honey! You can go home now; I want to save something for my little slut of a wife, Jill.”

Angel reached down between her legs and released her stiffening cock. It was pressing against the front of her tight black mini skirt as she stood up to look down on Terry. The way the light was in the room he couldn’t see the outline of her cock against the mini skirt. Not yet, anyway. He was quite smug as he looked up at Angel. Without breaking eye contact, she turned her head to one side, and spit his cum on the floor.

He was amazed as he looked at the floor and then back up into her eyes. In a strained voice he said, “That was totally uncalled for. Now get down there and clean it up!”

Angel smiled a wicked little smile as she towered over him. She sneered, “Not until you return the favor.”, and with a quick tug pulled up her skirt, exposing her big dick. The look of shock on Terry’s face made Angel laugh out loud. “I guess you’re not so cock-sure now.” She didn’t wait for him to answer as she jumped on top of him and held him down. She rubbed her large cock against his small one while he struggled, trying to get away. His struggles were in vain. She had a hand on each wrist and her legs were across his, holding them down. The fear in his eyes was giving Angel quite a thrill. She might not have done this for a long while, but the old feeling of power was quickly flooding back into her. Her cock was close to his and the obvious difference in size was incredible. “Look down at our dicks.” She ordered, but he closed his eyes. Angel took her right hand off of his wrist and with a quick cat like move she slapped him hard across the face. Tears began to spill from his eyes. “LOOK!” she roared.

Terry slowly lifted his head up and peered down past her pink, sweater clad boobs to where their cocks laid side by side. Angel’s cock looked simply huge compared to his much smaller one. He dropped his head back down onto the bed and the tears began to run down his cheeks toward his ears. With a lump in his throat he said quietly, “I don’t care what she’s paying you. I’ll triple it.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32