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Arkadaşımın Eşi

Çalıştığım firma tanıtım için İstanbul’da her yıl düzenlenen teknoloji fuarına katılıyordu. Ben de yetkili olarak her yıl . düzenlemelerin başında bulunmak, fuar süresince tanıtım ve bağlantıların kurulması için her yıl İstanbul’a gidiyor, bir hafta üniversiteden arkadaşımın evinde misafir olarak kalıyordum.

Sinan ve ben üniversitede beraberdik. Mezun olduktan sonra hayata atıldık. Sinan İstanbul’da güzel bir işe girdi ve ben İzmir merkezli bir firmada yönetici olarak bir iş buldum. Önce hımbıl Sinan nasıl becerdiyse güzel bir kız bulup evlendi, sonra da ben… Eşim bir firmada finansman bölümünde çalışıyor, başını kaşıyacak vakti yok neredeyse…

Sinan’ın eşi Gül spor salonunda fitness eğitmenliği yapan, delişmen bir genç kadındı. Omuz hizasında koyu kahverengi saçları, şuh bakışlı baştan çıkarıcı gözlerini çevrelerdi. Mesleği gereği sürekli olarak spor yaptığından dümdüz bir karnı, güzel bir kıçı ve okşamak için çığlık atan göğüsleri olan atletik bir vücudu vardı.

Göğüslerinin diriliğini ve güzelliğini sergilemeye bayılırdı Gül… Onları zaptetmek için asla sütyen kullanmazdı. Tam tersine genellikle herkesin görmesi için belirgin bir şekilde sergileyebileceği bir atlet veya tişört giyerdi. Yürürken sallanan ve titreşen ikizlerini her gören göğüslerinin güzel ve sert olduğuna şahit oluyordu böylece… Sinan da karısının giyimine hiç karışmaz, kısıtlamazdı. Karısının güzelliğiyle gurur duyduğunu anlatırdı hep…

Ziyaretlerimi hep dört gözle bekliyordum çünkü Gül çok ateşliydi ve Sinan ortalıkta yokken birbirimizle masumca flört etmeyi seviyorduk. Bana kışkırtıcı bir gülümsemeyle yaklaşırdı çoğu zaman… Ya da Sinan izlemediğinde yanyana konuşurken elini kolumun üzerinde, bacağımda gezdirerek bir şeye başlayan kişi Gül olurdu. Bana öyle fanteziler verirdi ki hareketleriyle, konuşmalarıyla, şuh kahkahalarıyla… Onun yüzünden her gece sırf uyumak için mastürbasyon yapmak, testislerimdeki basıncı azaltmak zorunda kalırdım.

Fuar bitip İzmir’e dönmeden birkaç gece önce, yatmaya giderken koridorda karşılaştık. Yolumu kapatmak için koridorda sırtı bana dönük durdu ve kollarını iki yana açıp ellerini duvarlara koydu.

“Yasak, geçemezsin…”

Beni bir şeyler yapmam için cezbediyordu adeta… Başını arkaya çevirmiş, gülümseyerek ve o şuh gözlerinde olmadık şeyler vaat eden seksi bakışlarını üzerimde gezdirerek konuşmadan öylece duruyordu.

Çok erotizm yüklü bir hava vardı ortamda ve ben onun yaramazlık yapma isteğinin nerelere varacağını test etmeye, flörtümsü ilişkimizi bir sonraki seviyeye taşımaya meyilliydim. Altındaki spor sırasında giydiği daracık parlak taytın altında külot olmadığı çok belli oluyordu. Üzerindeki atlet tarzı kısa ve bol kesimli tişörtün yanlarından diri göğüslerinin bir kısmını görebiliyordum.

“Gül, ne yapıyorsun canım?” dedim.

“Parolayı söylemen gerekiyor, yoksa geçemezsin dediğim gibi…” dedi o cilveli konuşma tonuyla…

Hemen arkasında duruyordum, süründüğü egzotik parfümün kokusunu ciğerlerime çektim. Öyle tahrik edici seksi bir çıtırdı ki, çekiciliğine dayanabilmek için ancak Sinan gibi bir hımbıl olmak gerekirdi. Ben onun yerinde olsam yataktan çıkmazdım bu seks bombasıyla…

İyice yaklaştım arkasından, kollarımı beline doladım ve onu kendime doğru çektim.

“Parolayı kimse söylemedi, bilmiyorum. Öyleyse tahmin etmeliyim, öyle mi?”

“Evet canım. Tahmin etmeye çalış.”

Gül’ün saçları her zaman çok yumuşak görünüyordu ve ona bu kadar yakın olabilme fırsatını kaçırmayacaktım, bu yüzden yüzümü kulağının arkasındaki saçlar gömdüm, onu boynundan öptüm.

“Seks olabilir mi?” Ürperdiğini hissettim kollarımın arasında…

“Ahh… Yaklaştın ama…” diye inledi. “Hayır. Bilemedin.”

İlginçleşiyordu olay ve parola konusunda daha bir hayli seçeneğim vardı. Bu yüzden acele etmedim. İyice sertleşen ve külodumun içinde rahatsızlık vermeye başlayan şişkin aletimi top gibi yuvarlak ve gergin kıçına bastırdım ve kulağına boğuk ve istekli bir şekilde fısıldadım,

“Bu nasıl peki? ‘Seni fena halde becermek istiyorum’ Olabilir mi?” Tekrar inledi,

“Ohh… Çok hoşuma giden bir şey, ama parola bu değil… Beş kelime bu senin dediğin canım…”

Kıçının yuvarlağına iyice bastırdım sikimi ama yine de boyun eğmiyor, kollarını indirmiyordu. Bu yüzden ellerimi kolsuz bluzunun altına kaydırdım ve dolgun, sütyensiz göğüslerini yakaladım. İnledi ve başını arkaya atıp omzuma yasladı ve

“Sinan merak edip bizi aramaya gelmeden dursan iyi olur” dedi.

“Ama henüz parolayı tahmin edemedim,” diye fısıldadım göğüslerine masaj yapıp kıçını kasıklarımla okşadım.

“Kahretsin! Şu anda yapamayız bunu…” dedi ve kollarımın arasından sıyrılıp yürüdü gitti. Beni oracıkta, yürürken kasları titreşen kalçalarına büyük bir açlıkla bakarken ve en az açlığım kadar büyümüş ve sertleşmiş penisimle baş başa bırakarak…

O akşam yemekte Sinan pek iyi görünmüyordu. Burnu kıpkırmızı, sürekli kağıt mendillere silinerek yemeğine bir iki çatal atarak masada oturdu. Son hapşırmasından sonra Gül kendini ondan mümkün olduğunca uzağa kaçmaya çalışarak,

“Ne oldu canım, pek iyi görünmüyorsun sen?”

“Fena soğuk algınlığına yakalandım aşkım… Sabah doktora gideceğim ama bu gece sen benimle yatma istersen canım… Sana ve öğrencilerine grip aşılamak istemem. Misafir yatak odasında yatarsan iyi olur.”

“Canım, kıyamam sana… Ama haklısın. Ben de grip olursam kötü… Dediğin gibi ayrı yatarsak bana da bulaştırmamış olursun.” Sonra bana bir öyle şuh bir gülümsemeyle baktı ki… “İşte bu aradığımız fırsat… Bu gece beni becerebilirsin” dediğini düşündüm.

Yemekten sonra biraz oyalandık, daha sonra hepimiz ayrı yatak odalarımızda yattık. Ebeveyn yatak odası evin iki konuk odasından uzak tarafındaydı, bu yüzden Gül benim odamın yanındaki odada uyuyor olacaktı. Mükemmel!

Yatağa uzandım soyunarak ve yavaşça baş kaldırmış sikimi okşayarak bir iç hesaplaşma yaşamaya başladım. Sinan hasta yatarken, en iyi ve eski arkadaşımın karısıyla gizlice sevişmek doğru bir şey mi? Gül gerçekten azgın mı yoksa sadece alay mı ediyor benimle? Kedinin fareyle oynadığı gibi benimle oynuyor olabilir mi?

Gece bir hayli ilerlemişti. Nihayet saat onbir civarında kalkıp denemeye, şartları zorlamaya karar verdim. Olabilecek en kötü şey beni refüze edip odasından dışarı atmasıydı. Bu kararı verdikten sonra rahatlamıştım.

Kalktım, sessizce kapımı açtım ve Gül’ün uyuduğu odaya, koridorun karşısındaki diğer konuk odasına geçtim. Karanlıkta kapıyı sessizce açarken birdenbire ışığı açtı ve fısıldadı,

“Neden bu kadar uzun sürdü? Beni becermek istediğini sanıyordum!” Sonra ışığı kapattı ve beni geçici olarak kör etti. Ama siyah transparan, bedenini saran şeffaf bir üst giydiğini ve içine başka bir şey giymediğini görmeyi başarabildim o kısacık sürede…

“Lanet olsun Gül! Hiçbir şey göremiyorum! ” diye fısıldadım ben de karanlığa…

“Öyleyse yatağa, sesime doğru gel canım… Görmen şart değil.”

Yatağı hissetmek için eğilerek yavaşça zifiri karanlık odada ilerledim. Dizlerim yatağın kenarına değdi. Üzerimde ne varsa sıyırıp çırılçıplak soyundum göz açıp kapayana kadar, telaşla… Yatağa çıktım, sonra Gül’ün yanına emekledim.

İnanamıyordum. Hayallerim gerçek oluyordu. Muhteşem, seksi, istekli Gül… Üniversite arkadaşımın olağanüstü güzel karısı… Fantazilerimin, otuzbirlerimin tek ve biricik kraliçesi… Ve ben arkadaşımın karısıyla aynı yataktaydım. Onu becermek üzereydim.

Sertleşmiş, zonklayan sikim karnına değdiğinde inledi ve eline aldı. Sımsıcak ellerinin, parmaklarının temasını sikimde hissedince daha da sertleşti sanki aletim…

“Ahh… Tam hayal ettiğim gibisin… Büyük, kalın ve sert… Seninle ilk tanıştığımızdan beri bunu istemiştim biliyor musun?” dedi okşarken ve açlıkla öpüştük. Etli ve körpe dudaklarındaki çilek lezzetini unutamam hiç… Ve dilinin ağzımın içinde dolaşan, dilimi okşayan yılansı kıvraklığını…

Doya doya öpüştük bir süre… İkimiz de yıllardır istediğimize kavuşmuştuk. Gül titreyen elleriyle sikimi taşaklarımı okşadı doya doya… Ben de sütyensiz tişörtlerinin, bluzlarının içinde bıngıl bıngıl oynadığını gördükçe beni delirten memelerini avuçlarımla tavaf ettim. Parmak gibi kabarmış meme uçlarını okşadım, parmaklarımın arasında sıkıştırıp zevkten inlettim.

Işığı kısa süreliğine açtığında yanlış görmemiştim. Seksi ve fit bedeninde dolaşan ellerim bana geceliğinin altında çırılçıplak olduğunu bildirdi. Göğüslerini dudaklarımla okşayıp emerken elimi atıp kasıklarını okşadım tüy gibi hafifçe… Amını avuçladım. Saçlarımı okşuyor, başını iki yana sallayarak zevkle inliyordu. Kadınlığı sırılsıklam zevk sularıyla kaplanmıştı. Parmaklarım suyunda ıslanıyordu.

Sonunda ellerini göğsüme dayayıp beni sırtüstü yatağa itti ve dudaklarını göğsümde dolaştırırken,

“Artık dayanamıyorum canım… Seni bir an önce içime almam gerekiyor. Yatak odasında aktif görev almayı seviyorum. Umarım buna aldırmazsın.”

“Hiç de aldırmam bebeğim…” dedim. “Çünkü eşim senin tam tersin…. Yatakta öylece yatıyor ve tüm işi benim yapmamı bekliyor.”

Eğilip etajerin üzerindeki kırmızı kumaş abajurun ışığını açtı Gül… Üstündeki siyah transparan ve dar, askılı beybidolü yavaşça, santim santim yukarıya sıyırıp başından çıkardı attı. Loş kırmızı ışıkta bir aşk tanrıçası, bir eros heykeli güzelliğindeydi seksi kadın…

Yuvarlak omuzları, arzuyla titreyen etli dudakları, beni şehvetle süzen gözleri, uçları kabarmış dipdiri memeleri, dümdüz karnı, üzerindeki bir tutam şerit şeklindeki tüyleriyle iştah açıcı görünen ıslak kadınlığı…

Gül benim çıplak güzelliklerini yeterince seyretmem için zaman verdi bana… Sonra eğilip beni birkaç dakika boyunca okşarken hırsla öpüştük. Dudaklarımı diliyle okşuyor, dilini ağzımın içine sokup dillerimizi buluşturuyor, çenemi, yanaklarımı, boynumu öpüyordu ıslak dudaklarıyla… Dudakları aşağı kaydı sonra… Karnımdaki tüylerde, meme uçlarımda dolandı. Bir kadın gibi şehvetle kabarmış meme uçlarımı emdi, delirtti beni…

Tekrar aşağıya indi. Dimdik havaya dikilmiş sikimi öptü önce, başını ağzına aldı. Ateş kuyusu gibi sıcak ağzının nemliliğinde diliyle damağı arasında sıktırıyordu sikimi ve vakum gibi emiyor, emiyordu. Homurdanarak, inleyerek alabildiğince soktu ağzına… Sikimin başının bademciklerine değdiğini, boğazının girişinde sıkıştığını hissedebiliyordum.

Nefessiz kalana kadar o şekilde hareketsiz durdu ve sonunda çıkardığında dudaklarıyla ikimin arasında salyaları bir köprü oluşturuyordu.

“Oh, senin güzel sert sikini seviyorum canım. Harikasın. Peki… Ne kadar çabuk ateş edebilirsin? Beni güzelce sikmeden önce spermlerinin tadına bakmak istiyorum. ”

Cevap vermeden elimi kafasına koydum ve sikime doğru bastırdım. Tekrar ağzını olabildiğince açtı, sikimin başını boğazına dayadım. Sonra kusacak gibi olunca ağzından çıkarana kadar geri çektim, tekrar sikini gömdüm. İleri, geri, aşağı, yukarı… Bir kaç kez tekrarladım bunu… Elleri arkamı okşamaya, amından aldığı zevk sularıyla ıslattığı parmağı götümün deliğinde dolaşmaya başlayınca da dayanamadım ve Gül’ün boğazından ateş etmeye başladım.

İlk hamle ona çarptığında öksürdü, ancak kalan dört veya beş sert atağım sırasında sessiz kalmayı başardı. Kafasını iki elimde tutuyordum ve yüzünü kasıklarıma doğru bastırıyordum.

Orada Gül’ün boğazına taşaklarımdaki bütün spermleri boşaltırken, yumuşak saçlarını parmaklarımda hissederken, flört ettiğimiz her anı ve onu düşünmekten sarsıldığım her anı hatırladım. Ama o anılar, o anda yaşadıklarıma, aldığım korkunç zevke yaklaşamadı bile… Gül’ün boğazında benim aletimin ucundan döllerimin aktığını, kasılmalarımı hissetmek cennet gibiydi ve hiçbir alet bu zevki layığıyla ölçemezdi.

Sonunda bitirdim ve nefes almasına izin verdim. Doğruldu. Dudaklarının kenarından spermlerim akıyordu, gözlerinden yaşlar süzülüyordu. Nefes nefeseydi, göğüsleri inip kalkıyordu sürekli…

“Vay anasını! Korkunç bir yükün vardı! Döllerin ağzıma sığmadı taştı. Tam istediğim şeydi bu… Bunun hayalini kuruyordum hep…”diye fısıldadı kollarıma sürünerek.

“Ve sen de çok iyi oral seks yapıyorsun!” dedim sperm bulaşığı dudaklarını sevgiyle öperken… “Hele arkamı okşaman bitirdi beni…”

“Kızmadın değil mi canım? Aslında çoğu erkeğin hoşuna gider oral seks yapılırken parmaklanmak…”

“Hayır, aksine dediğin gibi benim de hoşuma gitti. Delirttin beni…”

Birkaç dakika sonra başını yastığa koyup dinlenmeye çalışan Gül,

“Sinan artık benimle pek sevişmiyor.” dedi.

“Gerçekten mi? Neden acaba? Seninle beraber olup seninle sevişmemek… Bunu hayal bile edemiyorum. Sen çok harikasın, mükemmel bir kadınsın! ”

“Teşekkür ederim, ama sanırım öyle düşünmüyor. Belki bir ilişkisi vardır. Bu durumu ancak başka bir kadın açıklar.”

“Belki başka bir kadın olurdu, ama kocanı yıllardır tanıyorum ve onun bunu yapacağını sanmıyorum.”

“Bilmiyorum yaa… Bir şey onu bana kapattı.”

Sikim yeniden büyüyor, sertleşiyordu. Elini tutup sertleşen sikimin üzerine koydum. Parmaklarını elimle kapatıp sikimi onun parmaklarının arasında kavramasını sağladım. Tekrar sertleştiğimi görüp eliyle hisseden Gül kikirdedi.

“Pekala, Gül… Sinan sana kapalı olabilir. Ben şu anda sana kesinlikle kapalı değilim. Bütün kanallarımı, duyularımı sana açtım.” dedim.

Sonra onu kaşık pozisyonunda yuvarladım. Onu yıllar önce gördüğüm ilk andan itibaren arkadan istiyordum. Şimdi penisimi olabildiğince derinlerine sokabilecektim. Gül kollarımın arasında inliyordu. Benim sikimi amına doğru yönlendirdiğimi hissettiğinde,

“Ohhh… Evet aşkım… Beni böyle becer. Arkamdan seviyorum.”

Bu yüzden, kasıklarım kalçalarına temas edene kadar kaya gibi sert penisimi muhteşem Gül’ün kadınlığına yavaşça ittim, bastırdım. Yüksek sesle inledi ve kıçını geriye, bana itmeye ve ileri geri gidip sikme eylemini kendisi yapmaya başladı.

“Ohhh… Gül… Harikasın bebeğim… Sen sik beni…” diye inliyordum göğüslerini ellerimle yoğururken…

Hızını artırdım ve ona sert bir şekilde çarpmaya başladım, bu da kasıklarımın her itişte kıçını tokatlamasına neden oldu. Gül, kocası tarafından duyulma tehlikesine aldırmadan, daha yüksek sesle inliyor ve inliyordu. Ben de inlemelerini boğmak için elimi ağzına koydum. Onu arkadan becerdiğimde üç orgazmdan ilki başlamış gibiydi.

Yatak sert sikişme hareketlerimiz yüzünden altımızda gıcırdıyordu sürekli… Ama orgazma o kadar yakındım ki umursamadım. Sinan karısının inlemelerini, yatağın gıcırtılarını duyup kalksa, odaya gelseydi bile, onun güzel karısını sikmeye devam ederdim.

Elimi ağzına koymanın onda ne etki yaptığını bilmiyorum, ama Gül’ün vücudunda son derece sert ve uzun süren bir seri orgazmı harekete geçirdi. Her orgazmın zirvesinde, vücudu sertleşiyor ve vajinal kasları aletime o kadar sıkı bir şekilde baskı yapıyordu ki neredeyse acıtıyordu. Sonra birisi bittiğinde, bir başkası vücudunda kasılmalar yaratmaya başlamadan önce nefes alabilmek için çaba sarf ediyor, göğüsleri sürekli inip kalkıyordu.

Sonunda ben de zirveye ulaşıp ateş etmeye başladığımda, içine spermlerimi akıttığmı bildiğinden emin olmak için her hamlede onu kendime sımsıkı çekip kollarımın arasında sıkıştırdım. Bunu hissettiğinde rahatladı ve ucundan sperm fışkıran sikimin tamamını içine alabilmek için kıçını bana bastırdı.

Bitirdiğimde, tamamen bitmiş iliklerime kadar boşalmıştım. Sırt üstü yana yuvarlandım ve aletim Gül’ün amından çıktı. Döndü ve bana sarıldı ve başını göğsüme koydu.

“Vay! İnanır mısın? Hiç bu kadar sert sikilmemiştim. Ve senin kadar güzel siken olmadı. Buna yıllardır ihtiyacım vardı. Sinan bunu asla yapmaz. Yapamaz. Görev gibi girip çıkar sadece amıma… Bir iki öpme, sikme, o kadar…”

“Ben de çok eğlendim canım…” diyebildim saçlarını okşarken… “Eşim dahil hiç bir kadından bu kadar büyük zevk almadım diyebilirim.”

“Geceleri Sinan horul horul uyurken ben onun yanında masturbasyon yapıyordum. Senin evimize girdiğini ve benimle yattığını, beni becerdiğini hayal ediyordum. Ve elini ağzıma soktuğunda, erkekliğinin içime girdiğini hissetmek beni fena halde uyarıyordu. Kendimi o kadar iyi hissediyordum ki, sen içime girmeden önce orgazm oluyordum çoğu zaman… Sonra Sinan’a tek kelime etmeyeceğimi bildiğinden hızla evden çıkıyordun. Gerçekten heyecan verici bir fanteziydi.”

“Mmm… Biliyor musun, ben de benzer bir fantezi yaşıyordum. Karımla sevişirken çoğu zaman seni hayal ediyordum ben de… Öyle seksi bakıyordun, açık saçık giysilerinle, dekoltelerinle, verdiğin frikiklerle beni öyle tahrik ediyordun ki…”

“Ah, biliyorum canım… Seni delirtmek için özellikle yapıyordum. Biz çok yaramazız!”

“Biliyorum. Sinan öğrenirse ikimizi de öldürür. Sevgili karısını siktiğimi bir bilse…” Güldü,

“Şey, bunu yaptığını arkadaşına söylemeyeceğim.” Öyle sevimli ve masum görünüyordu ki bunu söylerken… Ben de güldüm ve

“Emin ol, ben de söylemem canım…” dedim.

Gül’ün benim yanımdaki misafir odasında uyuduğu sonraki iki gece boyunca birbirimizi alabildiğine becerdik. Altmış dokuz pozisyonunda bir kez geldikten sonra, misyoner pozisyonunda yavaşça sikişirdik. Böylece bacaklarını belimin etrafında hissedebilecektim. Ben boşalmadan ve onu sıcak döllerimle doldurmadan önce her gece birden fazla orgazm olup inliyor ve inliyordu.

Birlikte geçirdiğimiz son gecemizde her zamankinden çok boşalan ve rahatlayan Gül, alıştığı üzere göğsüme başını koyup dinlenirken,

“Bebeğine hamile kalabileceğimi biliyorsun değil mi?” diye fısıldadı. Şok oldum,

“Ne? Doğum kontrolü yapmıyor musun? Haptı, spiraldi… Öyle rahatsın ki, ben bir şey kullanıyorsun diye düşündüm.”

“Hayır canım. Hiç bir önlem almadım. Biz bir bebek sahibi olmaya çalışıyoruz. ”

“Aman Tanrım, Gül! Bana söylemeliydin!”

“Bunu düşündüm, ama ilk kez boşaldığın anda, sana dikkat ettim. Kendini o kadar iyi hissettin ki, o anın güzelliğini mahvetmek istemedim.”

“Sinan hastayken hamile kalırsan ne yapacaksın?2

“İyileşti artık kocam… Yarın gece onunla tekrar yatmaya başlayacağım. Hamile kalırsam onun olacağından emin olmak için onu baştan çıkaracağım. Bunun için endişelenme.”

Orada hala şoktayken, Gül’ün benim çocuğumu doğurduğunu hayal etmeye çalıştım. Nasıl görünürdü? Bana benzeyen ve Sinan’a benzemeyen bir çocuk mu? Ne kadar çok düşünürsem o kadar endişeliydim.

Bu Sinan ve Gül’lere yaptığım son ziyaret oldu. Çalıştığım şirketten ayrıldım, İstanbul ve fuar olayları sona erdi. Yeni şirketimde bu tür faaliyetler yoktu.

Gül dediği gibi hamile kaldı ama ziyaretimden bir yıl sonrasındaydı hamileliği, bu yüzden paçayı sıyırdım. Benden başka birini bulmadıysa, bebek kesinlikle kocasındandı. Bununla birlikte, Gül o kadar ateşli, muhteşem ve o kadar azgındı ki, onunla geçirdiğim o üç gecelik kaçamağımızı, yaşadığımız korkunç zevki asla unutamayacaktım.

Ve şimdi Gül’ün zamanını tamamen meşgul edecek bir bebeği olduğu için, Sinan muhtemelen onu yatak odasında tatmin etmiyor, ihtiyaçlarına cevap vermiyordu. Tıpkı eskisi gibi…

Telefonda bir ara konuştuğumuzda beni özlediğini, birbirimize daha yakın yaşamayı dilediğini söyledi. Böylece zaman zaman o güzellikleri tekrar yaşayabilecektik. Telefonun kulaklığından bile hissedilen o şehvetli, arzulu, boğuk sesiyle neler yaşayabileceğimizi anlattı uzun uzun… Ben de olaya katılınca ikimizin de rahatlamamızı sağladı.

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benden utan?yordu ama içindeki ate?te merakta onu kavurmu?tu
bi gün i?yerinde sabahlad?k ertesi gün sabah 10 gibi i? bitti ay?eye sms att?m
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Eve geldi?imde ay?enin a??z? kulaklar?ndayd? evi aray?p ak?am gelece?ini dedi?i için vaktimiz boldu
kahvalt? sonras? ba?ba?a kalm??t?k bir iki içk**en sonra
iltifat üzerine iltifat ediyordum
içkinin etkisiyle iyice rahatlam??t? yata?a uzan?p bana tatl? tatl? bak?yordu
yan?na uzan?p onu öpücüklere bo?dum
iyice gev?edikten sonra soymaya ba?lad?m nazik davrand???m için ürkmüyordu
üzerimizde sadece iç çama??rlar? kalm??t? s?rt üstü uzan?p onu üzerime ald?m
sütyenini açt?ktan sonra yalamaya ba?lad?m bir yandan da boxer?m? a?a??ya s?y?rd?m
ate? gibi aletimin üzerinde k?vran?yordu.

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-hayat?m kontrol bende endi?e etme
-tutamay?z kendimizi
-bebe?im bak çok büyük zevk al?yoruz yar? b?rakma ben çizgide tutacag?m seni
-dayanam?yorum ama
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sözlerimden sonra kendini b?rakt?
külodunu ç?kartt?m art?k ç?r?lç?plak kalm??t?k 10-15 dk sonra iyice zevke geldik
sikimi eline verdim ona hayran hayran bak?yordu

-çok büyükmü? iki elle ancak tutabiliyorum
-öyle büyüktür biraz 🙂 onu böyle ç?ld?rtan sensin mele?im
-geçen canan ablayla konu?uyorduk senin ?eyini merak ediyor çok büyüktür diyordu

bir kahkaha att? bu konu?madan sonra s?raya canan? ald?m canan 26 ya??nda evli bir hatundu ve mükemmeldi

-?imdi beni görse k?skançl?ktan çatlard? ama sen onu yapard?n ben k?z?m çünkü
-eee ba?ka yollar? da var can?m beni rahatlatman?n
-arkadan yapt?rmam kesinlikle
– sende sakso çekersin o zaman

yine o h?nz?r gülümseme
-arakaya yat
yarr???m? iyice s?vazlad? önce ba??n? öpmeye ba?lad? sonra dilinin ucuyla yal?yordu bence onun göt deli?ini parma??mla gev?etiyordum
daha sonra dilini iyice ?slat?p heryerini yalamaya ba?lad?
sikim ta?aklar?m s?r?ls?klam oldu

-yavrum benden ba?ka birisine sakso çektin mi sen
-elbette hay?r noldu ho?una gitti de?il mi 🙂
-deli ettin beni
-o gün senden sonra bi daha yapar?z diye porno izledim oradan gördüm
ama kendini tut tamam a?z?ma gelme sak?n

-sen yala a??k?m

dakikalarca yalad? üzerine tükürükleyip durdu31 çekti bense çocuk gibi
kendimi ona b?rakt?m
ben ona siki? ö?retece?ime o bana ö?retiyordu
sonra 69 geçtik am? taptazeydi üzerimde ilk dil at???mdan sonra inlemeye ba?lad?
i?tahla yal?yordu yar?ya kadar a?z?na sokup sokup ç?kar?yordu

-ahhh devam et dilini sok dilini sok!
dilim içindeydi suyu a?z?ma ak?yordu onu dahada kudurtmam gerekti
sonra parma??m? ?slat?p götüne sokmaya ba?lad?m

-ayyy yapma sokma abi hani söz vermi?tin

zevkten deliye dönmü?tü bende öyle sabahtan ak?ama kadar izledi?im k?z kollar?mdayd? ve onu parmakl?yordum kudurmu? ?ekilde saçma sapan kelimeler ediyordu

-?hhh ohhhff hani söz vermi?tin sikmeyecetin beni h?? hani senin orospun olmayacakt?m ben
bu laflar beni çok tahrik etmi?ti
pozisyon de?i?tirdik aya?a kalkt?m dudaklar?na yumuldum

-a?z?n? aç orospu dedim

ba?lad?m a?z?na vermeye bir eliyle sikimi kökten tutarken di?eriyle
ta??aklar?m? ovuyordu 10 dk sonra yine pozisyon de?i?tirdim

ben uzand?m üzerime ç?kt? ileri geri sürterken bende memelerini ovdum
yalad?m ?s?r?k att?m bir süre sonra bo?ald? üzerime y???ld?
yatrd?m bende 31 çekerek gö?üslerine bo?ald?m

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ilki idi
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On-Line Fantasy Turns to Reality

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Introduction

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First, the anonymous trolls can back off please. This story is based on true events and I make no apologies for my actions…

Over the years I’ve had literally hundreds of on-line “affairs” with all sorts of different men. Almost all of them just wanted to meet me, get nudes of me or enjoy free phone sex but in EVERY case I refused. Despite an almost ten year history and me having written about this numerous times, there are STILL guys who think they will somehow be the one to coax me into doing such things. Well, guys who push too hard for me to cam or send a photo of me other than what I want simply get put on my ignore list. Really, I mean why should I take any risks just for a little short-lived fun?

While the vast majority of people who contact me are pervs and fakes (I’m not as dumb as people seem to think), now and then I hear from someone who’s special. I mean someone who I’ve confirmed is real – although usually not because they wanted me to find out. Someone that does naughty things for me to prove what they tell me. It’s pretty unbelievable what some people will do for me. It’s funny that some people accuse me of making up some or all of my diary but I doubt anyone would believe what some of these guys have done. For this reason, and to protect everyone involved, I generally never post or discuss such things in my diary.

Scott was one of the few who met all the criteria – and then some. He was real, engaged, and willing to do things that would have shocked his fiance and mother had they known. I’ll leave it up to the reader to decide what parts actually happened – if any of it. All of the names, locations and other identifying attributes have been changed so don’t try to “read between the lines” to figure out who he is, where he lives, or even when this happened for that matter.

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Flirting On-Line

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Wow, it’s hard sometimes to believe all that’s happened since the first time I entered into an on-line adult chat site. Back then I was just eighteen; a home-sick, ultra-horny college freshman frustrated by the draconian rules imposed on me by my university regarding sexual conduct. Essentially it boiled down to they expected me to behave like I was at some sort of convent. No College Fuck-Fest episodes to be sure! I wasn’t even allowed to wear a bikini or shorts that came higher than mid-thigh!! It wasn’t like I didn’t know the rules when I chose to go there but like many things in life, reality turned out to be a whole lot more difficult to deal with.

Being on-line was new for me, at least in the realm of adult “meeting” sites, and I really had no idea what I was doing at first. Fearful of being discovered, I started out by pretending to be different women/girls of various ages, locations and backgrounds. At the beginning it seemed to be as much fun pretending to be a forty year-old frustrated housewife as it was to act out being a college girl again and anxious to explore my newfound sexuality. Of course the guys all ate it up regardless of how far-fetched things became and from the beginning it amazed me how they would believe almost anything I said no matter how ridiculous.

Perhaps what shocked me the most was how badly these guys WANTED to believe me. It wasn’t just to chat – most wanted me to call them, expose myself on cam for them and even meet with them – regardless of whether I was that forty year-old MILF or a clueless virgin. Some of the role play was particularly disturbing. For goodness sake, hasn’t everyone seen “To Catch a Predator” on TV at least once?

The things some guys would do with absolutely no proof of who I really was and without me responding in kind was astounding – and titillating! Men would masturbate for me on their cams and send me photos of them doing it. Some would also send me pics of their families – especially their wives and daughters. Then the things they would DO with those photos… you can probably imagine.

Yeah, so it was a lot of fun at first but over time it lost its luster. One of my biggest problems was keeping track of all the lies and misrepresentations I was making on-line. It was pretty embarrassing to start chatting again as a college girl and have the guy ask what was going on since apparently the last time we’d chatting I was supposedly older than his wife. It’s like me today when I chat with guys. I’ve learned that if I talk with a person long enough I can always determine whether or not they are being truthful. Think of it as a long-term interrogation where it’s almost impossible to maintain the facade without making a slip somewhere along the line. Like one guy who sent me a photo that when blown up showed a name badge, or another who took a pic of his daughter’s room showing a nametag on her backpack.

Not only was it embarrassing to be caught in a lie, pretending to be someone else wasn’t all that much fun after a while. I had to make everything up and it got to where I was asking myself matadorbet what was the point? I would’ve had to keep up a special notebook just to track all my impersonations and even then have been impossible not to slip up.

In some cases where I trusted the guy or woman I would trade photos but of course they had to be of someone that matched the person I was impersonating which meant stealing them from someone’s FaceBook page or other on-line source. The problem there was I would quickly run out and have to make up lame excuses for why I didn’t have more. That’s funny as that’s exactly how I “out” someone today when it turns out they have a limited portfolio. It immediately tells me they’re doing just what I did back then – borrowing them from someone else. It’s even more true when all they have are nudes. Like, who has more nudes of their wife than regular photos?

So over time I started to forego the “fake” Kelly and just be myself. Right off the bat I learned that for a number of people the real Kelly wasn’t nearly as appealing as the fake versions. I guess that’s only logical because as a fake I could do literally anything whereas in real life I was restricted by reality. Still, I found myself enjoying myself more with those who still wanted to be friends with me. It was so much easier and less nerve-wracking to be able to pick up a conversation after not having spoken to someone for months and not have to worry about what I’d said the last time we chatted!

At the same time that I made my switch from fiction to reality I found myself becoming less and less tolerant of people posing as someone else. Really guys, I’m not THAT naive! Of course people like to get on-line and live out their fantasies and to some extent I can tolerate it when people “enhance their resumes”. Still let’s be real… If I believed every “cock shot” then I’m living in the wrong part of the country as men everywhere else are eight inches long and two inches thick!

That said, while I would play along with most people so long as it wasn’t ridiculous, I would usually cut off contact with such people after the first chat or two. Really, what was the point in continuing? Over the years fewer and fewer people have made it to my “Friends” list and even fewer remain on it for very long. Today I would say there’s less than a dozen people on-line that I consider true friends. All of them have been in contact with me for years and shared enough with me to trust them. Well… trust them to a certain point. While I may provide more information about me and share racier photos and such, even these people have never gotten my phone number, heard my voice, seen me in person, or anything else that might allow me to be recorded, tracked or identified. As a rule, any photo I send is a year or more old so at least it’s not exactly what I look like today.

People ask me all the time why I’m so paranoid. Many get abusive and accuse me of being a fake. It gets pretty nasty sometimes but face it, why should I take ANY risks? I know it frustrates a lot of people but then that’s their problem. It’s not like I anyone on as I clearly state all of my policies throughout my diary and I like to think they’ve been consistent over the years. Even so, there’s always the one who thinks he’s special and that someone I will do with him what I haven’t done in the past ten years with hundreds of people who have tried before.

So what do I do when someone new contacts me either through chat or e-mail? Well, the first thing I ALWAYS ask is their name and age. I don’t expect it to be their real name but at least something besides a chat ID which I can never remember. As for age, I NEVER knowingly chat with anyone under eighteen. Of course someone could be lying but at least I have it down for the record that they at least claimed to be at eighteen or older. I’ve had some people “confess” to be younger after we’ve chatted after which I immediately cut them off and never chat with them again. It’s funny how many will try to make contact again claiming they were just kidding but even if that’s true, all the more reason not to chat with them again.

Once the age limits has been confirmed to be met, then I generally ask if someone is single. If not then I ask if they have any kids and then the names of their kids and wife – again to make it easier to discuss as I really don’t expect real names in return. Anyone who has chatted with me probably recognizes what I’m saying here as they’ve had probably been through this series of questions at least once.

Interestingly, while most “women” I chat with are actually men, so far as I know no woman has ever chatted with me pretending to be a man. Yes, I’m confident that at least 99% of the so-called “girls” who contact me are actually men. I always wonder why they bother. Do they think that somehow I’m going to be more willing to answer or even divulge more about myself to a woman than a guy? First, any such assumption is totally false. In most cases I’m matadorbet giriş not looking for another woman to have girl-talk with. The only reason I usually chat on-line under this ID is to have fun and get to know different people’s lives and fantasies. If anything, I tend NOT to chat with women who contact me because I know they’re probably fake in the first place. When I do it’s more a game for me to expose them than anything else.

As I just said, nowadays the only reason I chat for any extended period with someone I think is trying to pull one over on me is more out of fun and playing a game with them. First, I look for ways to “out” them and see their reactions when I confront them. I also find it fun at times to see how ridiculous the situation can become and yet they still think I am stupid or naive enough to believe them. It never ceases to amaze me how many “real” situations happen after I suggest the idea. Sheer coincidence? I think not. No doubt people are doing the same with me but I just wish them good luck as I’ve got nothing to hide or worry about when I chat.

One way for me to quickly learn about someone’s intentions is to ask them for a tribute. For those who don’t know the term, it means to take a photo of someone and then jerk off and cum on it. You can find photos and videos on-line of guys doing it to movie-stars, wives, girlfriends and such. Personally, for the most part I put these in the same category as porn. Seeing a stranger cumming on a photo of someone I have no connection with doesn’t interest me – I need that personal connection. Want to send me a photo of you cumming on Kim Kardashian? I could care less. Please don’t waste your time or mine. Send me one of you cumming on a photo of your wife or daughter… well THAT is hot. But even then only after I’ve seen enough of them in “real” situations to know they’re really who the guy says they are.

Needless to say the best tributes are the ones of them cumming on ME. As they say, a picture paints a thousand words. I just love seeing the proof that some guy I’ve never met is so hot for me that he would do such a thing and then send it to me. It tells me unequivocally that he finds me sexy and desirable. I mean like what girl doesn’t want to hear and see that from a man?

As I mentioned, the only reason I chat is for fun – not to meet people. Therefore unless it stays fun, why bother keeping up the relationship? Thus I push people to tell me more about themselves, to express their most secret and closely-held desires, to open their minds to new possibilities, and to do things they’ve never done before – or thought they ever would. It’s sometimes difficult because they ask for me to do the same and generally I ignore them but sometimes I just have to put my foot down and say no. As I’ve said many times, I chat for MY benefit, not theirs. So long as they play by my rules then that works for me but if they don’t like it then that’s just too bad. Just so I don’t sound TOO greedy, I DO try to “reward” them without compromising my own security.

If there’s one rule I follow – I don’t lead people on. I find it amusing when people get mad at me because I do exactly what I say I’ll do. Frankly, I really don’t care if they don’t like it, if they think it makes me a bitch, or even if it causes them to question who I really am. I’ve been called every name in the book, accused of being everything from a giddy teenager to a sexually frustrated sixty year-old fat bald guy. Some have even accused me of being associated with the police using my site to lure in pedophiles and perverts. Granted, there have been a few folks I think would have gone to jail had I reported them, but I never wanted to get involved in that sort of mess. It boils down to this… If you don’t like my rules then don’t contact me! Am I being hypocritical? Of course I am. Am I self-centered and selfish when on-line? Most definitely. Do I care if people don’t like it? Not a whit. I’m not chatting with people associated with my real life, my real family, my real friends or my real social circle. It’s all for MY entertainment and if the other person gets enjoyment from it as well then that’s great.

One thing I DO try to honor is that I never want to bring harm to anyone. I’ve had many cases where I’ve learned enough about someone to identify them, usually NOT because they wanted me to know such information but because they inadvertently told me or showed me something that allowed me to find out. Still, just because you can ruin someone’s life doesn’t mean you have to do it.

For example, a guy sent once me a photo of him and his 20-something daughter. Turns out it was a high-res photo which when blown up showed her last name on her name badge. With all the other information he’d told me here and there that was the final link towards getting everything I needed to know about him – name, phone number, address, employer, FaceBook profiles (his and his daughter’s), you name it. He was telling me things and doing things for me that had his wife and daughter known it would’ve certainly caused a lot of trouble of him if not an outright divorce. A simple anonymous letter with copies of our chats, the letters he wrote, the tributes he’d done, the private naughty photos he’d share, and it would’ve been all over for him.

Of course I never did such a thing nor would I even consider it no matter how provoked. Really, like what would be the point? For me the thrill is knowing I have the power to do it and that he knows it as well. While I’ve never threatened anyone to get them to do anything, I have no doubt for some it has to be a factor when considering whether or not to indulge my latest tribute request. This may be beating a dead horse but for me it’s important – especially in context of this story. I’ve NEVER done anything to expose anyone to their wife, fiance girlfriend or family. Yes, I DO admit to having fantasized about it but like all fantasies, it’s what you DO that counts and I’ve never come close to doing anything to hurt anyone.

There HAVE been a few cases over the years where a wife has learned about her husband’s activities and in some cases the repercussions have been severe – for him. In every case it was his fault for leaving an e-mail open, files on his computer to find, etc. so I don’t feel any personal responsibility for his woes.

In a couple of cases I’ve even been contacted by the pissed-off wife which I find rather ironic. I mean like why bitch at me? SHE’s the one that isn’t satisfying her husband so don’t blame me if he’s on-line at all hours of the night chatting with strange women and exposing himself. Besides, I seriously doubt I’m the only one he’s in contact with. If anything she should be happy in that I didn’t have any intentions of taking it to another level and it was just on-line entertainment for her husband. Think about it… If he’s sending me nudes of her that she let him take supposedly just for him and doing tributes to me using them, odds are he’s doing a lot of other even naughtier things that she doesn’t know about!

Scott Contacts Me

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At first, “Scott” was just another horny guy contacting me after reading my diary on-line. His e-mail didn’t stand out although one thing DID catch my eye – he included his phone number and a biblical verse reference after his signature like it was a standard “signature” he used on all his e-mails. In any case I responded more or less automatically, not expecting anything different in return than the last hundred such introductions to which I’d responded.

Lo and behold he DID respond and told me more about himself as I’d asked. Scott claimed to be what I would consider a rarity these days – a 22 year-old virgin. Needless to say I didn’t believe him but hey, if that’s how he wanted to portray himself then what did it really matter? He claimed to be saving himself for marriage to Stephanie, his fiance, who was also supposedly unspoiled and by that I mean not even second base! Yeah, like I was going to believe THAT! True, I’ve known people who were intent on waiting until marriage for sex, including one of my roommates back in college, and I respect them for being able to hold to such principles in this day and age. Still, even those had at least fooled around to some extent up to the point of a hand job or even oral sex. To claim not to even have seen each other naked and yet be engaged… now THAT was pretty extreme.

At first for the most part we just chatted as Scott wasn’t into e-mail nearly as much as me. I just find it so much more efficient and useful than chatting but then I think most guys like that “personal” touch of a chat versus exchanging mail. The times he DID e-mail me were to send me photos of himself and his fiance. I saw immediately that while Stephanie was pretty with a beautiful smile, she was also a bit overweight to be polite. Apparently that didn’t bother Scott, especially since it appeared to be helping her out in the boob department and he seemed to be infatuated with breasts!

For someone supposedly betrothed to be married and sticking to his religious upbringing, Scott seemed more than anxious to share himself sexually with me. He sent me numerous photos of his erection which, if they were really of HIS dick, showed a nice thick cock of above average length. He was also uncut. Eventually I got him to send me some whole body shots of him nude with his erect dick poking out like a missile! I have to admit that the sight of him sporting that monstrous erection was quite a turn-on, especially when he would hold up a photo of me or his fiance next to it.

Yes, Scott was REALLY into doing tributes for me. He claimed that he’d never done one before but he became quite the expert in a short time. The best part was that he listened to me and did them just as I asked. For me, it’s not just the sight of him cumming that turns me on, it’s seeing where it came from. I always encourage men to include ALL of their dick and as much of their crotch as possible in every tribute pic for that very reason. Just the image of a photo covered with cum isn’t nearly as erotic as when the guy’s freshly spent dick is there with it.

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Going to the Dr.

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As I woke up with the alarm going off, I knew I had to get out of bed and get ready to go see the Dr. This was just an ordinary check up, but feeling really good about myself, I wanted to feel special. And Oh Boy how special it made me feel in the end.

I took a nice long hot shower and let the water run down between my tits as I stood there. I got out of the shower and dried off. As I started to get dressed, I looked for some of my prettiest panties and my sexiest bra. I knew the Dr. wouldn’t be seeing them, but they made me feel really special. I found my matching black lace panties and bra. This was my favorite bra of all, because when my shirt rubbed across my nipples, it would send chills all Thu my body. Then I put on my garter and then my hose. I wore a black silky shirt, mini skirt and black heels. As I looked in the mirror, I felt like I was worth a Million Dollars.

When I arrived at the Dr’s office, it was a total mess. The nurse had called in sick, the Dr was delivering a baby, but they had a Dr there to take his place. Knowing that I wouldn’t have another chance to get back soon, I decided to stay and see the Dr that was there. They fixbet call me into the examining room where I waiting for what seemed like a life time. When the Dr finally got in there, my mouth about hit the floor. He couldn’t’ve of been any older then me and had the body of a Greek god. He apologized for being late and asked if it would be alright for him to check me out without a nurse being in the room as they was short handed.

I told him that since it was just a check up, that I didn’t mind at all. As he listened to my heart I felt his other hand brush against my thigh. I knew it had to be an accident, as so many Dr’s had been getting sued for Sexual Harassment. He told me to take a really deep breathe, as I inhaled a breathe my shirt brushed against my nipples and I let out the breathe quickly. He told me that I had to hold it just a little be longer and to do it again. This time I did and it almost drove me over the edge of reality just sitting there.

After he had looked in my eyes, ears, nose and throat. He told me that he needed to do a further exam and that I had to take my shirt and skirt off. I wasn’t sure why, but fixbet giriş he was the Dr and he knew what needed to be done. If only I had known what was coming.

After I took off my shirt and skirt, he told me to stand up. As I stood there in the examining room in my lace bra & panties, with my garter belt holding my hose up, I seen something in the Dr’s eyes. It scared me at first and I was a little embarrassed, but then I figured out what kind of exam I was fixing to get.

He told me to get back on the exam table and lay down. Then I was told to put my arms up over my head and not to take them down until he told me to. Then he walked up to the side of the exam table and moved my bra over on one of my tits, till it was fully exposed. I started to say something, but he just put his finger over his mouth and made a shhhhh sound. Then he start massaging my tit. Going around in circles, starting at the outside of my tit. By the time he got to my nipple, it was standing straight up and hard as a rock. With his thumb and forefinger, he started rolling my nipple between it. I didn’t know if I should yell for help or start moaning with pleasure. I was scared, but was also getting excited. Then he bent over and was sucking on my nipple. I was getting so wet and wanted to beg for more, but every time I would go to say something, he would just say SHHHHH. With his other hand inside my bra tweaking my other nipple. I just about lose it.

I really thought I had been dreaming till he told me to unfasten his pants and then I knew I wasn’t. For in front of me was the biggest cock I had ever seen. In one swift move he was on top of me and driving his cock in my wet pussy. I was just about to cum, but still holding back, wanting to make sure and wait on him. As he started going fast and pumping me hard, I knew he was just about go cum. I tighten up my muscles to drain every ounce of him and not let go. I was just about to let out a loud moan and he covered my mouth, so it would not escape. Then as he let his hot load shoot up inside me, I wrap my legs around him. Pulling him inside of me even further. After about five minutes, I released my legs and he stood up pulling himself out of me. He told me that my exam went well and that I could get dressed now. As I was fixing to leave the room, he gave me his phone number and told me to call him if I needed another exam anytime soon. As I paid my bill, I smiled and thought to myself. Now that’s the kind of exam I like getting.

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“I think that’s the last of them,” Cheryl said as she followed her daughter into her cramped dorm room. She was glad she still stayed in shape after all these years. She pitied how her husband Doug couldn’t be here to see their daughter off to college, but he wouldn’t have been much help anyway due to his bad knee and an even worse back from years of heavy lifting in an auto shop. Even between the two of them, the dozen boxes of books, clothes, and a new computer had filled up her SUV and crowed up this small room. Luckily her roommate seems to have already arrived and put all of their own stuff away, but left the walk area open enough to not be in the way.

“Thanks Mom,” Danielle grinned and hopped, over excited to finally be moving into her new place. They then spent about half-an hour unboxing her stuff when there was a knock at the door.

“Hello?” said a handsome young man that had to be a freshman student like her daughter. He was just a little taller than either of them, but had a slight build, like that of a runner. “Are you the family of Daniel?” He asked honestly as he looked at the two ladies through his slightly darkened glasses that were lightening by the moment as he’d just come in from the bright sun outside.

“What?” Danielle shrieked.

“Just calm down dear,” Cheryl said and addressed the young man. “There must be some mistake. My daughter Danielle was assigned this room.”

“Um…” he just stared blankly at the beautiful ladies in his room, unsure of what to say next.

“I got orientation in an hour!” Danielle was fit to be tied. “I’m going to go check with Residential Services!” And she was off in a flash. This left the Cheryl and the mystery boy alone, unsure of what to do next.

“I’m Cheryl, Danielle’s mother,” she decided to introduce herself to the young man and held out her hand.

“Mike,” he said nervously, but gave her a firm handshake anyway. “Michael really, but everyone calls me Mike.”

“Well Mike, sorry to be a bother on you,” Cheryl said sincerely.

“Oh, no problem,” he waved his hands in front of him. “I just was getting back from my orientation and saw my door open. Figured I’d meet my roommate.” Then he paused for a second, “Didn’t expect to get a pair of beautiful girls though,” he said with a funny grin.

Cheryl laughed and actually blushed at the compliment. She hadn’t dressed for beauty today, unlike her daughter who was expecting to make a lot of first impressions, especially on boys. Danielle was wearing a white low cut top that showed off her medium sized breasts and a very short bright red skirt to show off her legs. It was a warm day, so that’d been fine with Cheryl, as she know what it was like to be her age. She on the other hand was just wearing a loose purple tee shirt and some comfortable jean shorts. She admitted to herself that she still looked good for just hitting forty, but figured the boy’s words were mostly directed at her attractive daughter.

“You’re sweet,” she smiled at Mike, and then turned to the boxes. “Well, I guess I better start repacking everything.”

“Do…” Mike started, but stopped to consider his words. “Would you like any help?”

Cheryl was tired from having driven the last two days to get here, and from unpacking a lot of it already. “Sure Mike,” she said. “I don’t have any packing tape, but I guess Danielle won’t be moving far. Let’s just get everything back in some boxes and see where we go from there.” After that Cheryl repacked the clothes she’d just unpacked, while Mike reboxed the computer and the blankets from the bed. Packing is always easier than unpacking, so even though forty-five minutes after they started they were almost done when Cheryl’s cell rang.

She looked at it and saw it was her daughter and answered, “Heya sweetie.”

“It’s a crazy house here. I’m still waiting in line, but am going to have to ditch for orientation and try back after,” her daughter said with exasperation.

“Don’t worry about it honey,” Cheryl consoled her, “I’ll go get in line after I take care of these boxes. matadorbet How long is your orientation?”

“The paperwork says two hours with a campus tour, but I could…”

“No, you go. I got it,” Cheryl smiled.

“You’re the best Mom ever!” cheered her daughter who then hung up.

Cheryl sighed and pocketed her phone and turned to Mike, “Well, looks like I get to take these all back to the car.”

Mike thought for a second and said, “Well, since I won’t have a roommate, you can leave them here. I promise. I won’t touch them.”

Cheryl smiled, “Well then I guess I getter go get in line at Residential Services…”

“Sounds like it is really busy,” Mike said, “If you want… you could just take a break here.”

Cheryl smiled wickedly, “You sly boy. I bet you just want to see Danielle again.”

“What?” Mike’s eyes went wide, “No I just…” He squirmed under Cheryl’s motherly gaze, “I was just being friendly,” he almost whispered shyly, refusing to look her in the eye.

Cheryl let up her glare, “You don’t talk to girls much do you?” He didn’t need to answer; she could see he was the shy geeky or nerdy type. “Well you’re an adult now, and college is a great time to reinvent yourself.” Cheryl sat on his bed and patted the spot next to her, “Here, have a seat.” He hesitantly followed and sat next to her.

“Look me in the eyes,” she directed and he did as she said. He actually has beautiful blue eyes under those glasses she thought. “Now talking to girls is easy,” she explained, “Just look her in the eyes, tell a girl she’s pretty, and say what you like about her.”

“Okay,” Mike said meekly.

“Well…” Cheryl said like she was trying to pull his teeth out.

“Oh, um…” the young man blinked, “You’re really pretty.” He tried, but was falling flat on his face.

“Put it in your own words and mean it,” Cheryl explained. Be honest and open, but put your heart into it.”

He looked her over and thought for a second then started again, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever meet.” Cheryl nodded, and he continued. “You’re long blonde hair shimmers in the sun, and your lips… I just want to kiss them.”

Cheryl had expected this to just be a nice gesture to help a shy boy who’d been nice and helped her out, but now she felt her insides moisten at the sweet talk. Her mind flickered back to when her husband used to talk to her this way long ago, and she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it.

“And your skin looks so smooth and soft,” Mike continued, “I’d love to run my hands all over your neck and face just to feel it.” He moved a bit closer to her, “And your eyes…” Cheryl reclined her head as she moved closer to him, “They way the sun glitters off them makes it look like they are stars.” Then she kissed him.

She didn’t mean to do it. She still loved her husband, but he’d become so distant over the last few years, always working and tired or sore. Even when they did make love it wasn’t the adventure it has once been, but more of a well worn rut. The spontaneity of the moment with an eager young man telling her what she wanted to hear was exciting. Cheryl had asked for this, just never realized she had wanted it so much.

His lips melted with hers and opened to her tongue which darted in to duel with his. He took it in stride until her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down on top of her as she pulled him down onto his bed, then they both lost any inhibitions. Their mouths tasted and devoured each other, and when they paused for breath, his lips kissed his way along her cheek to her ear and then down her neck. That alone sent shivers down her spine that she hadn’t known in a decade.

Then she gasped as his hands grabbed and mauled at her breasts. His hands roughly palmed each mound through her shirt and bra and squeezed. She hadn’t realized it, but her nipples were hard and rubbing against her bra now, turning her on even more. “Oh!” she moaned and pulled on her shirt and pulled it up. He released her breasts to give her room as she matadorbet giriş quickly pulled it over her head and tossed it away, leaving her only wearing her bright pink bra on her upper half.

Mike went back to her breasts and kissed the pointy numbs poking at her bra when she smiled and pulled off his glasses and set them on the desk nearby while he kissed down her belly. Then she grabbed at her jeans and tore them open and started to peel them off. Mike grabbed the waistband and pulled them off together with her panties and suddenly she could smell how wet she’d gotten.

When her bundle of clothes was at her feet she kicked them off and pushed Mike back sat up to kiss him before quickly pulling up his own shirt. His torso was not well muscled, but he was thin and didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Some people would call him scrawny, but she saw him as lithe. He was pulling his shirt over his head as she pulled on his shorts and underwear and pulled them right down to his ankles.

Amazingly he wasn’t fully hard yet, probably because he was nervous and all this was happening so fast. She grabbed his fuzzy ball sack and instinctually swallowed his cock into her mouth. He groaned and in only seconds of sucking on his sweaty and pungent tool it grew hard as a rock and actually impressive in size from what she was expecting.

Cheryl didn’t suck on it much longer than that as he was kind of nasty tasting from sweating on a hot sunny day, but mostly because she didn’t want him cuming too soon. She had instigated this, even if it wasn’t her original intent, but now she wanted him to fuck her like boys used to when she was his age. In almost twenty years she’d only had one lover, and one night stands and raw fucking had been long forgotten.

More than once when she was in college she’d hooked up with a guy, sometimes at parties or bars, sometimes without ever knowing the guys name. She’d had sex in back seats of cars, bathroom stalls in the girls and guys restrooms, empty classrooms, under the bleachers at a football game, and back isle of movie theaters. She’d even had two threesomes, once with two guys and once with another couple. Some of those guys she’d been infatuated or even in love with, but often it was just animal lust. She still loved her husband, but with his aging body their lovemaking had become both less frequent and less physical, as well as less often.

She released Mike’s long thick cock from her mouth and stroked it, feeling it hot and wet with her saliva, as she whispered, “I want you to fuck me,” as she leaned back onto his bed again. She spread her legs open, showing off her untrimmed dirty blonde pussy to the boy half her age and he didn’t fail to move into position. He squatted down and poked his pole at her cunt lips and pushed his bulbous circumcised cockhead into her.

“Oh yea,” Cheryl moaned as he easily sank all the way in to her sopping wet vagina. She was really wet, so she was worried at first that she wouldn’t feel him enough to get off before he blew his load, but when he bottomed out she felt like his cockhead was prying open her cervix as his pelvic bone ground into her clit. “Oh fuck!”

It’d been a long time since she had someone this young, and he grabbed her hips and just started banging her hard and fast. She loved it and was glad she’d kept her bra on since it would have actually been painful to have her breasts bounce around so hard without it. There is something utterly sexy about just being used by a man, knowing all his pleasure is coming from you, and making your insides sore from his lust, but she wanted to cum and knew he’s burst to quickly if she let him keep going for too long.

“Kiss me,” she begged.

Mike stopped banging and leaned down while he was fully impaled inside her. She leaned up and wrapped one arm over his shoulder and their lips met once again, and it was lightning. She churned her hips and he did the same, and suddenly the spark was lit. She broke the kiss and leaned her head into his chest and bit her lower lip with a groan as her pussy gripped her young stud’s shaft harder and harder. He went back to bucking as best he could with her clutching around his neck and that was hitting her trigger spot perfectly.

Seconds later she groaned as her body spasmed with her eyes locking shut as the fire of her orgasm consumed her. Her world exploded just seconds before her lover. She knew he wouldn’t last long, but it had been long enough.

“Ahhhh!” Mike rasped as his semen squirted out, injecting straight into her womb with him poking her deep, right into her uterus. Together they gasped as his fluids poured out of him into her, spurt after spurt, filling her up with his hot baby makers, and her womanhood consumed them all. Cheryl thought for just a moment, worried that she might get pregnant, but dismissed it as she figured she was probably too old for that anymore anyway.

She released his neck and collapsed back on the bed exhausted, but he just stayed embedded in her, relishing his pleasure and squeezing out every last drop into her sticky cavern that he could. When at last his manhood started to shrink out of her she watched amused as he finally opened his eyes and cautiously extracted his withering penis from her as if he’d broken it.

“Was that your first time?” Cheryl asked with a smile at the cute shy boy she figured she’s just turned into a man.

“Um… Yea,” he said as if it was a problem. “Was I no good?” he asked worriedly.

Cheryl almost laughed, but didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “You did just fine,” she assured. “I figured a young stud like you was going to cum pretty quick, so I kind of hurried it, but you got me to cum so you did just fine.”

“Oh, uh… Good,” Mike responded, not sure if that was a compliment or criticism.

“Just make sure that next time you want to take your time when you get in there and make sure your satisfying your partner’s need before you think about your own,” Cheryl offered as advise.

“Next time?” he asked with a smile as he sat down next to her and slid one hand up under her bra that she was still wearing to feel her raw breast and still hard pointed nipple.

She reflexively moaned and laughed at his boldness, “Tell you what. I have to go stand in line now at Residential Services to get Danielle a room change, but if you help us move her into her new room there might be time for a second round before I head back home.” Cheryl then hated to do it, but pushed his hand away and began getting dressed.

“Deal,” Mike said happily and then got back into his own clothes. Cheryl left and then spent another half hour standing in line, explaining the problem, and getting a new room for her daughter. Luckily it was just down the hall from her original room. When she got back Mike was there, sitting on his bed talking with Danielle who’d gotten back from orientation early, but luckily not too early to realize anything had happened.

“Good news,” Cheryl announced. “You are in 204, just down the hall. Mike, want to help Danielle and I move these boxes?” she asked pleasantly.

“Sure thing!” he perked right up and grabbed the biggest one.

Then they each made a few trips and soon Danielle was unpacking again and happy as ever. “Thanks for the help Mike!” she cheered and kissed him on the cheek. “See you in Calculus.”

“Oh, you already know you share a class?” Cheryl asked.

“Yea,” Mike said with a smile. “I’m a math major so I offered to help tutor Danielle.”

“Great,” Cheryl said happily then leaned into Mike and said, “But I think we worked you pretty hard. Why don’t you go take a shower?” Then she pulled away and lifted up her own arm, “Or maybe that’s me? Danielle dear, can I borrow one of your towels so I could take a quick rinse off before I get back on the road?”

“Oh, sure thing Mom,” her daughter said and immediately produced a yellow towel from a box and handed it to her mother.

“Thank you dear,” she turned and gestured Mike out the door with her. Together they walked a few steps back toward his room and the bathrooms.

Mike expected her to walk into the lady’s room, but she went right past it and pushed open the men’s room door. He was about to say something, but she cut him off. “Coming?” Mike grinned and followed her in.

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As I got home, I noticed my stepmom’s car wasn’t in the drive. She must have a client, I thought, letting myself in.

I’d first met my girlfriend Sam two years ago when we were eighteen, when she and her mom had moved into town and we had enrolled in the same college. I still remember seeing her that first day down the hall — wavy red hair, sea-blue eyes, slim and curvy 5’4″ body, and a smile that could melt the Arctic. I was tongue-tied. But somehow I’d managed to blurt out a sentence that charmed her and we’d begun dating.

A few days later, my dad had said that he’d met someone new, and I’d been overjoyed for him. He’d had a hard hit since mom died when I was four, so the thought that he might have finally found some happiness was amazing news. He’d even let me have a beer — my very first. I remember trying to look macho and not choke on the bitterness of it. Funny now, because I love beer.

After a few months with Sam, we decided to meet the folks. I arranged for her and her mom to come across and have dinner with me and dad — I’d done some cooking lessons so I threw together a respectable stir fry. Only to open the door and find out my girlfriend’s mom was my dad’s girlfriend.

Yep. I didn’t see that coming.

Amber was similar to Sam. Stunningly attractive, same body structure, although she was surprisingly tall, at about 5’11”, with the same wavy red hair that came down to her chest. They both had curvy bodies, although Sam’s chest was bigger than her mom’s. Amber had sparkling green eyes, and the same warm smile. Amber was nearly forty, but she had aged so gracefully — she could have been mid-twenties for all I knew.

Dinner had been awkward. Turns out dad had already proposed to Amber, and they were planning to tell me in the next couple of days when I’d meet her. Dad, of course, said that that meant Sam and I couldn’t continue dating, because we’d be stepsiblings. We flat out refused.

Amber, surprisingly, was on our side. We’d already built that bond, just like she and dad had, and it wasn’t fair to tell us we had to scrap it just because they were getting married. Young relationships tended not to last, Amber said, and even if ours did, it was our business, not theirs.

Amber was pretty cool.

I had thought dad was pretty cool too. I could understand his logic, even if I didn’t agree with it. He and Amber sealed the knot just a year after they’d met. But the day after they got back from the honeymoon, dad vanished — no note, no goodbye, no nothing. Just a sudden absence, all his savings gone from the bank, and my poor new stepmom suddenly left to care for me by herself.

Amber didn’t care much about that last part. Sam and I were given the run of the house, as long as we were careful when guests were around — we’d had to pretend we’d broken up when our parents announced their engagement. She looked after me as good and true as any mom could.

So I stepped up and got a good-paying part-time job. Although my college had been paid for, Amber was suddenly left at home with bills to pay, so I sent money back to her to help her out however I could. Sam did the same. We still went home for holidays — because let’s face it, getting your own place isn’t cheap, and when your mom doesn’t care that you’re sharing a bed, why hurry? Amber decided to pick up a second job and became an escort. She was tall, graceful, incredibly hot … and of course, after some drinks at a high-end social event, who could argue the sex had been paid for?

It had been awkward the first time Amber had walked in on me and Sam though. We’d thought Amber had gone to meet a client, and so we’d decided to spice things up on my twentieth birthday by getting it on in the living room. Amber walked in right as I’d had Sam bent over the sofa screaming in pleasure, both of us completely naked. Her client had had to cancel. During dinner that night, she’d calmly said that sex wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about — hell, she had sex all the time with clients. She was often running around when running late almost completely nude herself, so if we wanted to have sex wherever we wanted in the house, we should.

So we started. We were still cautious at first, but eventually we settled into our current swing of things, where I’d bang Sam anywhere I wanted, even fixbet in the middle of dinner while Amber sat opposite us.

As I moved up the stairs, pulling myself back from memory lane, I checked in on Sam’s bedroom. She wasn’t around, which was a shame. I was incredibly horny and desperately wanted Sam’s mouth around my cock. Looks like I’d have to settle for some porn.

So I headed to my room, found some cheesy porno from my stash, and began beating myself off.

****

Later, Sam came in, wearing just a baggy t-shirt and some panties. She’d clearly had a shower, because her hair was slightly damp.

“You’re back.” I smiled, moving across on my bed so she could snuggle in.

“Yeah, about an hour ago.” She replied, putting her head on my chest. “I had a shower and replied to some work emails, then figured I should come and say hello because you’d definitely be home by now.”

“You went to go and see one of your fuck buddies, didn’t you?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Yeah.” She raised her head to kiss me. “What were you up to?”

“I was at work.” I sighed. “It’s a pity, because I came home ready to give you a good fucking.”

“Did you indeed?” She raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not quite in the mood right now, but how about I give you a little love to tide you over until later?” Her hand glided down my pants and grasped my hardening dick.

“Who am I to refuse?” I joked, pulling my pants down so my dick sprung free. “Take your top off, though.”

Sam smiled, getting onto her knees and lifting her top over her head, freeing her large 32-DD tits. She straddled herself over me, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she lowered her mouth around my swollen member. God, how I had needed that. I leant back and watched her work for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation as she moved herself up and down.

“So I’ve been wondering.” She asked, taking a moment and working me with her hand. “Your twenty-first is coming up in a few days. Did you want anything particular?”

I hadn’t even thought about it. It wasn’t easy to concentrate as she took me back in her mouth again, either. “Uh … I’m not sure.”

“Because I’ve had an idea on what to get you, but it’s a surprise.”

“As long as my birthday ends with me being able to fuck your pussy senseless, I don’t really mind what happens, if I’m honest.” I admitted.

“Not my pussy.” She said wickedly, swallowing me whole once more and working me with increasing vigour.

I tensed as I felt myself about to explode. Sam kept going, swallowing it all without missing a beat. As she pulled up, breathing heavily with a twinkle in her eye, the door opened.

“Hey kids.” Amber poked her head in, unfazed at seeing her daughter knelt over my dick. “Just letting you know I’m back.”

“Hey mom.” Sam said, unabashed. “How was your client?” She began licking my dick clean.

“He wasn’t terrible, but I’ve had better.” My stepmom admitted. “But never mind. He paid well, that’s what’s important.”

“Don’t you get bored of it all?” I asked, patting the bed beside me.

“Not really.” Amber shrugged, sitting down. “I’ve got a big sex drive and this way I get plenty of it while making money to keep you two fed.” Sam got me hard again and began sucking me off once more. “I do have a question, though.”

“What’s that?” Sam asked quickly before devouring my dick again.

“What do you want for your twenty-first birthday, John?” Amber asked me. “It only comes around once, it’s an important age.”

“I don’t know.” I admitted. But that brought me back to a point. “What did you mean, Sam, about not fucking you senseless on my birthday?”

Sam lifted her head, taking my dick in her hand while she grinned. “Like I said, it’s a surprise. But I’ve got a good feeling you’re going to love it.”

Amber looked back and forth between us. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. I’ve got to go and get dressed anyway, these are yesterday’s clothes. If you do think of anything, let me know, John.” She put her arm on my shoulder. “But don’t take too long.”

“I won’t, I promise.” I nodded. “I’ll give it some serious thought tonight. I’m about to cum again, by the way.” I said to Sam.

“Spray it all over my face, baby.” She said, opening her mouth and closing her eyes. fixbet giriş Amber raised an eyebrow as she stood up, but I noticed she was watching as my dick spurted again and again across her daughter’s face. Then her eyes moved to me, and saw I was watching her.

“That’s the sort of load I wish I’d gotten today.” Amber chuckled to me, as she left. “My client barely gave me two spoonfuls.”

****

On the morning of my birthday, I woke slowly to the feeling of Sam’s ass pressed up against my cock. Sam was still asleep, dressed in one of my t-shirts and my favourite pair of panties. I lowered my hand between her legs and began gently teasing her.

She stirred gently, not awake but clearly becoming aroused. Her legs parted slightly, giving me better access to her pussy, and I rubbed her clit. Sam sighed, waking up as I nuzzled my lips against her neck. “What are you doing?” She moaned.

“You said I couldn’t pound your pussy tonight.” I reminded her. “So I’m going to do it now. I’m definitely not turning twenty-one without enjoying my girlfriend’s gorgeous pussy.”

“But you need to make sure you save up for tonight.” Sam argued — although I noticed she wasn’t protesting too hard, and she was turning her body around to grasp my dick.

“I’ll be fine for tonight, whatever the hell’s going on. But right now, I’m fucking you.”

“What about breakfast?” Sam tried once more.

“I could fuck you on the table, your mother wouldn’t care.” I reminded her. “I’ve done it before. Do you want to take this downstairs?”

Sam nodded, biting her lip. “I’ve got the whole day planned out, and it begins with me cooking for you. You can fuck me after you’ve eaten if you’re that serious.”

As she got up, I removed her top, and stripped myself down naked. “Today’s my day, remember? You’re not wearing anything today.”

Sam laughed, and pulled her panties down, bending over in front of me teasingly. I lent in and licked her clean-shaven pussy as it appeared, and she exhaled in pleasure. “Damnit, John.” She moaned. “Come on.”

Downstairs, I was surprised to see Amber at the dining table. She was dressed in a long flowing silk nightie. She didn’t say anything about us being completely naked as we came down the stairs, although her eyebrow raised slightly. She stood and kissed my cheek as I passed. “Happy birthday, John.”

“Thanks, Amber.” I said. “I thought you had a client today?”

“I rescheduled.” Amber shrugged. “I wasn’t going to miss your most important day.” She glanced down at my raging hard on. “Didn’t Sam take care of you already?”

“She insisted she cook me breakfast first.” I said, glancing over at my girlfriend as she bustled around our kitchen.

Amber chuckled. “Such a tease.”

“I know.” Sam called over. “But breakfast is important. I want to cook him a proper breakfast and prepare him for his surprise tonight.”

Amber nodded wisely. “Good thinking.” Wait. My stepmom knew what my surprise was tonight?

“Does everyone in this house know what’s happening tonight except for me?” I asked. Sam and Amber nodded. “Ok. Awesome. Amber, do you think you can convince your daughter to sort me out, please? I’m intent on fucking her today, even if it has to be this morning.”

“Come on, Sam.” Amber laughed, getting up. “Let me do breakfast. It’s a shame to let the poor man suffer on his special day.”

“Oh, alright.” Sam rolled her eyes, but let her mom take over the cooking. “Sit down, you.” She knelt before me, taking me in her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. Moaning slightly, I leant back, moving her hair out of the way as she worked.

Amber moved around the kitchen, occasionally glancing across to smile at me. “Breakfast won’t be much longer, you know.” She said finally, checking on some bacon.

“Then I’ll take what I can get and finish later.” I replied, and pulled Sam off my dick. I picked her up and laid her across the table, burying my face in her pussy. She squealed in pleasure as I ate her, running my tongue across her clit and probing her with a finger at the same time.

“John!” She moaned. “Fuck me!”

“If you insist.” I said, standing and running my cock across her pussy. I gently pushed myself in and began pounding away, taking pleasure in the sounds of her grunting and moaning as I thrust repeatedly into her. “Damn, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

“Trust me, your cock feels better.” She moaned. “I’m so glad mom lets us do this.”

“You mean fuck wherever we want?” I asked, looking across at the kitchen as Amber moved some bacon into the oven to keep it warm while she began scrambling some eggs.

“Yeah.” Sam grunted. “Or even just fuck. I’d be so disappointed if we’d really broken up when we said we had.”

“We’re never going to have to.” I said, increasing my pace. “Your pussy is mine forever, Sam.”

Sam’s tits bounced wildly as I thrust ever quicker against her, her face locked in a constant expression of pleasure. After a few minutes, she began screaming in ecstasy. “Shit, John, you’re going to make me cum!” She yelled.

“Ah, fuck.” I was in heaven as her pussy contracted around me, Sam writhing in her orgasm. As she shuddered, calming down a little, Amber appeared with two plates. “Ok, guys, eat first. You can finish afterwards.”

Reluctantly, I stopped pounding my stepsister’s pussy and pulled out. She breathed for a moment, and then lifted herself up and kissed me. “The wait will be worth it, I hope.”

“Me too.” I said, sitting down and eating quickly. Sam did the same. “God, I need that pussy as quick as fucking possible.”

“Then stop talking and eat so you can get it.” Sam replied.

Amber rolled her eyes at the two of us as we devoured our plates. “You two are like rabbits in spring.” She headed into the kitchen to get her own plate.

I nodded in agreement, but didn’t stop to reply. I was too determined to finish eating so I could get back to giving Sam a decent fucking. Amber set herself up opposite the two of us, reading a newspaper as she ate calmly.

It didn’t take Sam and I very long to finish our breakfasts, and we hurried our plates across to the sink. “Get back on that table.” I ordered her, as we hurried back.

Amber picked up her plate as Sam lay back across the table, and I thrust easily back into her, swiftly easing back into the rhythm we had had to pause while we had breakfast.

“Ah, shit.” Sam sighed, relaxing as I pounded her. “That’s amazing. Tonight’s girl is incredibly lucky.”

“Do I know this girl I’m meeting tonight?” I asked.

Sam nodded, biting her lip as we moved. “Ah, fuck! Yeah, you know her. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Amber?” I asked hopefully.

But Amber shook her head. “I’m not saying anything. It’s Sam’s birthday surprise to you.”

Worth a shot, I shrugged, and continued to fuck Sam as Amber ate her breakfast. After a few minutes, Sam came again, clenching around my dick as I thrust against her repeatedly.

I glanced across at Amber, who was idly looking through her paper, her plate empty on the table beside her. Every so often she’d glance up at us, and it was kind of hot to lock eyes with my stepmom while my dick was buried within my stepsister.

Sam was rubbing her clit furiously, awash in her ecstasy and cumming again and again on my cock. I pulled out of her and lifted her up to kiss her heavily. She smiled and lowered herself, taking my shaft into her mouth for a minute before bending across the table, lifting one leg up. “Fuck me, baby. Come all over my back.”

I needed no second invitation. I desperately needed release and Sam knew it. I pushed into her and began thrusting with an increased urgency, feeling my own pleasure building. Sam moaned and bit her lip as she looked back towards me. “Fuck, John! You feel so fucking good.”

“Not nearly as good as you do.” I said back. “Are you ready for it?”

Sam nodded, laying on her chest and smiling. I pulled out of her and aimed along her back as I began spurting my load. The first shot flung across the table, smacking Amber in the face. She recoiled in surprise. The second also went across the table, landing in my stepmother’s cleavage. The third and fourth shots landed on Sam’s upper back. The fifth and final spurt landed on her ass.

“Shit!” I panicked. “Amber, I’m sorry.” Sam looked up to see what I was apologising about and began laughing.

“It’s ok.” Amber laughed too, the shock abating. “I’d forgotten how far you could shoot. Besides, I still need to shower today anyway.”

“Did you get it all out of your system?” Sam asked, kissing me again.

“For the moment.” I replied.

“Well, it’s time to start prepping you for tonight.” Sam smiled. “Let’s get you dressed to impress.”

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A day of relaxation would be awesome and so enjoyable with you. Waking up with you in the morning- nothing could get any better.

I turn to you, looking at you still wearing your peek-a-boo nightie from Victoria secret in pink and smile. You’re still asleep and I begin to caress your face slowly and softly with the back of my hand. Reaching your soft lips I lightly touch them and smile, leaning in to kiss you, my hands combing through your soft hair.

You wake up from the feeling of me kissing you; you look into my eyes and smile at me. you turn to your side and my hand falls past your shoulders down to the centre of your back, pulling your body closer to me, holding you tighter and tighter- kissing you softly, gently with such passion. Our movement causing the covers to fall off, kissing so passionately, our tongues dancing with one another. Feeling so good as our breathing becomes heavier. I move my kiss from your lips to your neck.

My hand slides under your nightie, my finger tips sliding and tracing the line of your spine, then over to the side, caressing the side of your breast. Your head falls back into the pillow, your eyes closing as my hands and fingers trace the side of fixbet your body, down to your waist, right over your nice ass. I squeeze it and rub it. Scratching my way down your thighs and legs then back to your side, running my finger tips down your thighs and legs.

“Mmmm…” feeling so good as our breathing becomes heavier.

Moving my hand over your leg, lifting it up and placing it over me, bringing it up as high as I can- opening you up. I slide in between your legs as our waist grind against each other. our breathing rapid as we grind our bodies together.

My hands find their way back over your ass squeezing and pushing you into me. I slide my hand into your panties and slowly pull them down as I push you away from me just a bit. I kiss down to your neck and shoulders and around your collar bone. I start taking off your peek-a-boo top off, exposing your beautiful breast, I lean down to start sucking on each one. Now my other hand is over your pussy, feeling your clit, softly touching and rubbing it. Feeling how wet you are, rubbing it up and down in circles, feeling your flesh- so soft and good. Your clit starts to swell up in my hand, your nipples start to fixbet giriş harden as my tongue passes over them, licking and teasing each one.

My hand continues to wander around your pussy, sliding down your slit, tracing it up and down, taking my time. I don’t want to fuck, I want to make love to you slowly, take my time with to enjoy you- I’m in no hurry to go anywhere.

I kiss all over your breasts and down your stomach to your aching pussy, sucking your clit, tasting it. I love how your juices taste baby. As I suck on your clit I slide my finger inside you, fingering you. I want you as wet as possible. I look up at you and find that you are playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples, looking so damn sexy. I slide both hands under your ass, squeezing it and pushing you up as I bury my face in your pussy.

Yes baby cum in my mouth- give it to me.

Your legs are wrapped around my head and I can feel your hand guiding my head into your body, grinding your pussy faster and faster on my face.

“Mmmm…” you taste so good baby as you start cumming in my mouth. Your deep breaths sound so good.

“Mmmm…” I love it baby.

as I come up from your sweet pussy I start to slide my cock inside you, feeling so good- damn baby, I feel like you’re going to make me cum instantly- I hope not, you feel so damn good I want it to last forever.

“Mmmmmm…”- holding your body tight as we roll over. Now I’m lying down on my back and I push your body up so you’re straddling me, sliding your pussy up and down slowly on my hard cock.

“Mmmm…”- My hands are around your waist, sliding up to your back and leaning you forward. I suck on your lovely breasts, sucking harder and squeezing them.

“Mmmmm…”- feeling so damn good baby, I want your body all day long.

You continue to ride me; I can feel my cock throbbing inside of you, feeling so close to you. Your pussy is milking my hard cock. I tell you to slow down so I don’t cum just yet.

“Mmmmmm baby…”- damn you feel so good as I pull your body completely down on me, your chest on mine, feeling your soft body. It feels so damn good. I hold you tighter and place my hands on your ass, holding it tight feeling good. I help you as you grind your body and slide your pussy all over me. I feel I can’t take this exquisite torture any more. You move faster- damn baby I need it- I’m so close, make me cum.

“Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………”

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Katie sighed. A week. A whole fucking week of Chance and Chase. On the one hand, it had been wonderful having four extra hands to manage everything. They were especially good at ‘policing the perimeter’ as they called setting boundaries for her mother’s clients. If her mother was not doing well, they had no problem merely saying, “Another time, dude.”

Even when Joy did feel up to visitors, the two hulking brutes always stood just outside the doorway with massive arms crossed over those spectacular chests. One look would send even the most devoted groupie scurrying like a cockroach when the lights came on. They were also surprisingly well house trained. They cooked, cleaned, and generally looked after the two women.

The one thing that she refused to allow them to do was to take over the primary care for her mother. Katie had become increasingly territorial about maintaining her vigil at the woman’s bedside as she felt what precious time she had with her mother slipping away. Even when the hospice nurse Melody came, she usually remained by her mother’s side.

But that was all right. What else did she have to do? The school was out for the summer anyway. Sleep? Was highly overrated. Especially, as every time she closed her eyes, it was futile, naughty fantasies of them. So other than a brief shower break each morning after coffee, Katie stayed glued to her mother’s side.

“Katy-did, how about we go for a walk after dinner?” Chance asked from the doorway.

How could the man, men, both of them, looking so fucking hot in nothing more than jeans and black t-shirts. It seemed to be all they ever wore though. But it perfectly accentuated the almost shoulder-length hair that curled about their chiseled faces and the deep blue of those eyes.

Damn it; she might need an extra shower today. Either a cold one or a bit longer to…take care of business as her sexually enlightened mother had always called it. The sexual frustration of just being around these two was enough to drive any woman to a Hitachi.

She smiled and shook her head as she whispered, “Maybe another time. Thanks.”

“Go dear, I promise I won’t die while you are gone,” her mother laughed weakly.

Katie frowned at her mother’s attempt at macabre humor, “That was not funny, Mom.”

Her mother shook her head that still had more blonde hair, like her own, than grey. How could this be happening? Her mother was only fifty-three. She should have had another twenty years with her at least. Weddings and grandchildren, Christmases and anniversaries, too many milestones that she would miss. She fought back the tears once more. How would she survive without her?

She could see that her mother tapped into her waning energy reserves to lift her hand and brush away her tears. “I taught you better than that, Kaitlin. When life gives us lemons, we make lemonade, lemon meringue pie, and tarts. We are the only ones that determine our Fates. And yours has always been to be a light in this dark world. So, no more hiding under bushels, beautiful.”

Her mother’s lips were turning whiter with each word. She knew the pain that each breath took now that cancer had reached her mother’s lungs. Ironic that she, who had never smoked, never polluted her body with such things would die of lung cancer. Although the tumor growing larger by the day in her head might beat it to the final knock-out punch.

“Chance, put my daughter to bed. She is so tired that she has lost not only all perspective but her sense of humor as well,” her mother tried her best to smile, but her own light was dwindling too fast.

Katie swallowed the lump in her throat as she shook her head, “No, Mom, I’m fine. I get enough sleep here next to you.”

Joy chuckled, “Did you hear me say anything about sleep? tuzla eve gelen escort I told him to put you to bed. The damned things have more than one purpose you know.”

“Mother,” she scolded with a blush. Then again what else did she expect from the woman upon whom a writer friend had modeled the outrageous sex-therapist, yoga diva mother-in-law for one of Hollywood’s most popular comedy movies?

Katie had even gotten to meet the famous singer and actress cast for the role. The woman was a method actor and spent hours sipping herb tea and laughing in this very house. The place held so many memories, she thought.

As if her mother had read her earlier thoughts, “Don’t mother me. When was the last time you took care of business, young lady?”

Katie blushed so deeply that she feared she might burst into flames, especially since she knew damned good and well that Chance knew exactly what her mother was talking about.

This woman had taken it upon herself to fill in all the gaps that busy or uptight parents and public school health classes missed with her daughter’s friends. It did not help though that she could hear the low and partially stifled laughter behind her.

“Have you forgotten how, sweetie? Or why? You know how important it is to keep the sacral chakra open. Without your second chakra, your life force and energy cannot flow upwards. You become blocked, your whole life constipated, dear. You know that is not the legacy I want for you.”

Katie had never fully embraced her mother’s New Age philosophies, especially when it came to this one. “Can we please talk about this another time, Mom? I am sure that Chance does not want a full rundown on my masturbatory history.”

“I don’t know. Sounds like an interesting enough topic for dinner conversation to me. What do you think, little bro?”

She turned to stare at them both now as she saw Chase bringing in a tray heavily laden with delicious smelling bowls. She stood up and rushed towards him, “Here, let me,” she offered as she reached out to take it.

He pinned her with a dark scowl, “I don’t need your help, princess. I can more than manage a few bowls and if you must know it is not bad therapy, works on my balance.”

Her mother shook her head and chuckled, “And when was the last time that you opened your second chakra, Chase?”

Katie’s eyes widened as she turned to chastise her mother’s boldness once more. Until she heard the deep rumble of laughter and saw the genuine mirth in Chase’s eyes, something that had been distinctly missing these past few days.

“Probably way too long, Joy. You have any prescriptions for that?” He sat the tray down next to the bed and took a seat next to her mother.

“Well, actually I do. But you two have to help me get my uptight progeny out of the way so we can talk about the deeper meaning of life,” she smiled as she took a small swallow of the soup that the man spooned into her mouth.

“I can take a hint, Mom. You want to talk to them alone. You should have just said so. No need to discuss such intimacies with everyone,” she pouted as she took the bowl of soup and fresh bread that Chance held out for her.

“We aren’t ‘everyone,’ Katy-did,” he smiled a bit too broadly.

“I give up on all of you,” she said with a shrug. “I’ll take my dinner to the porch to eat in peace.”

“Your room for dinner, then a long bath and massage would be better, dear,” her mother suggested.

“What, Mother, did you call one of your tantric or Reiki friends to heal me?” As much as she loved her mother, it had never been comfortable discussing such usually private things so openly, but that was this woman’s life’s work. Her only child was no exception. Especially her tuzla otele gelen escort child.

“No, Katie, you know that tantra is best practiced within the confines of a loving and committed relationship. Our sexual energy especially is a precious commodity, not to be abused or wasted.”

She had always considered it ironic that her hippie mother’s philosophies on sexual promiscuity were so closely matched to those of the Christian far-right. For very different reasons, of course.

Joy Danvers was always an odd mixture of sexual liberation with her message, ‘Nothing done in love can ever be a sin.’ But that was the key…done in love. Though her definition of love was far broader, encompassing all different lifestyles.

She smiled, then again her mother had never fit anyone’s comfortable mold. She had never been the type to follow the rules. Hell, her mother had been born to break them. A hippie psychic, personal trainer, life coach, and a dozen other things, who had taught her beloved only child to question everything and everyone. Herself first and foremost. A contemplative life, her mother called it.

“Yes, Mom, I know that, which is why I am afraid I shall have to pass on the massage. Will it make you happy if I promise to meditate a bit after you go to sleep?”

“As backed up as your energies are, my dear? Katie, you are a classic case study in an underactive second chakra. You fear pleasure and deny yourself the things that can make you feel good. You’ll make up any excuse not to have something you really want. Your creativity is blocked; you always feel sluggish, and have a weak sex drive.”

“And let’s don’t even talk about your need to “fit in” with people. I always taught you to be your true and authentic self. You can’t manifest any of what you desire because your thoughts and emotions tend to lean towards negativity, dear,” her mother shook her head against her pillow.

Katie fought back the tears. Her mother’s words were as strong a rebuke as the woman had ever given her. “And all of that would just magically change if what, Mother? If I got laid? Right now, sex is just about the last thing from my mind, Mom.” Well, most of the time, she amended in her mind, surrounded as she was with testosterone.

“You know that is not what I am saying either, so don’t give me that, young lady. But tonight, you are following my orders, for once,” her mother’s smile softened her words as she turned to Chance, who still leaned near the doorway.

“Be a dear and run my stubborn daughter a warm bath. Burn the rose candles and look in the cupboards for the jasmine and ylang-ylang oils. Add a few drops of each to the water. And if she won’t be a good girl, I trust you know how to strip a woman and make her do what you want?”

She was relieved to see that even Chance was a bit embarrassed by her mother’s question as his ears turned a bright shade of pink. “Once or twice maybe, Ma’am,” he stammered.

Her mother winked at his brother as she sipped a bit more of the soup he offered, “Yes, I imagine you two do not usually find the women all that recalcitrant.”

Chase shook his head and chuckled until Joy speared him with her stare. “Don’t think you get off so easily, young man. Your energies are almost as bad as my daughter’s. You think I cannot see how brown, almost black your aura has become?”

Katie could see the effort it took for her mother to reach up and with a trembling hand caress his bearded cheek, “You used to have the brightest silver aura I have ever seen, you remember what that means, Chase?”

He nodded, “I haven’t felt very lucky or gifted in a while, Joy.”

“I know, sweetie, but you are. You simply need to reconnect with who you really are, tuzla sınırsız escort just like my little girl. So, I have an assignment for you too. I want you to make a special fruit salad for dessert. Katie will show you the recipe.”

“Then take my little girl for a walk on the beach. Feed it to each other…and then yes, see if you can massage at least some of that damned tension from her body, beginning at her lower back. Will you do that for me, sweetie?”

He nodded slowly, “We will do anything we can for both of you. Sometimes, I think without the two of you we would have been lost, you know?”

His deep voice cracked. “Did we ever tell you that Mama moved us down here to get us away from the wrong crowds we had been hanging out with in East LA? We were one step away from being gang members, and she knew that. It would have been too easy for us to continue on that same path here too.”

He stopped and kissed her mother’s hand that was almost emaciated and covered in bruises from the IVs that administered the drugs that were beginning to fail at keeping the pain at bay.

“Except for Katie. The best thing that happened to us, our true luck, was when they assigned her as our ‘buddy’ that first week. The two of you, this place, having somewhere to go after school when Mama was working, you saved us, Joy. And we owe you everything.”

Katie did not even try to hide the huge tears that were cascading down her cheeks as she felt a set of strong arms wrap about her shoulders. She smiled up into Chance’s face, as best she could anyway as she buried her face in his neck and let them flow.

“I am glad to hear that, my boys, because once you get my beloved daughter settled in that bath, Chance, I would like to talk to you both for a bit. So, you two scoot, I am tired, so tired right now, but I need to do this. I need to, before…”

Katie saw what little color her mother had drained from her face as she pushed the next spoon of soup away. “No more, please. Just let me rest for a couple of minutes while you get her settled in the tub, Chance, and you make that salad, Chase sweetie.”

Her mother looked at her and smiled again, “Do this for me, please, Katie. No arguing this once. Mommy is too tired to appreciate the independent, thoughtful woman she raised. Just be a good girl please?” she chuckled with a wink as Katie nodded.

Joy turned to her ‘boys’ then, spearing each of them with a look, “Then I want to talk to both of you. Together. Wake me up, even if I am sleeping. I mean it.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the men said in unison and Katie was reminded of those shy teens that she had first brought home after school all those years ago. They seemed as reluctant to face whatever her mother had to say now as they had with her that day.

Knowing her mother, she could not blame them. Even dying, the woman was an idealist, out of touch with reality. Well, this earthly one anyway. Maybe that was it; maybe her mother had truly never had been part of this astral plane.

Katie sighed as the weight of it fell on her once more. She would not be for much longer. She felt her mother’s death drawing closer by the moment.

Still, she was stalwart to the end, “Now off with you all. Let the old, dying woman have a few moments alone to rest in peace away from your blocked chakras and dark auras.”

They chuckled as all three left the bedroom. There was no question that any of them would obey her mother’s wishes. It was the least they could do.

“Go with Chase into the kitchen and try to eat a bit of your soup, Katy-did. I’ll come for you once your bath is ready,” Chance commanded. She nodded, too tired for anything else.

“So, show me this special recipe your Mom wants, princess,” Chase said as he took her hand and led her into the surprisingly large kitchen that was like stepping back into time with its original wooden cabinets and glass features. How many afternoons had they spent laughing on stools around the island that was the centerpiece of this very functional room? She sighed and nodded before the memories could draw her deeper into that morose black pit.

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Maureen texted her best friend Pam, “Hey, let’s go to the mall later.”

“Sure,” Pam texted back. “Pick you up at twelve.

Pam wore a loose tank top with no bra and denim shorts that did justice to het round butt. She loved to draw attention to herself, having the boys and men salivate at the sight of her bouncing large breasts as she sauntered around the mall. Maureen was quite the opposite, slim, a runner’s body with perky a-cup titties. Maureen was noticeable for her protruding hard nipples that were easily aroused.

“Check out that sorry looking dude on the bench over there,” Pam indicated to her friend. “Let’s give him a thrill.”

Pam and Maureen walked up to the middle-aged man on the bench at the mall. Pam sat down beside him and Maureen stood in front of him, blocking his view and hiding him from onlookers.

“Sir, my girlfriend here was feeling me up in the dressing room at Forever 21, “Pam said to the forlorned looking man, “and she said I have a lump on my right tit,” she went on. “I can’t feel anything and I’m only eighteen, way too young for cancer.”

“Go ahead,” Maureen ordered him. “Feel her tit. Prove to her I’m right.”

The man was perplexed. Astonished.

Maureen grabbed his hand and placed it on her friend’s exposed breast as Pam pulled her tank top up. The man froze, not able to comprehend the situation.

“What the he’ll is going on here!” screeched a middle-aged woman.

“Sorry ma’am,” Pam apologized. “He was just checking me for a lump.”

“God, my husband’s a fucking pervert,” the woman yelled as she ran away.

“I think you better go get her, ” Maureen told the man who by now realized the situation and became amused.

“She’s not going anywhere,” the bemused man replied. “Unless she wants to walk.”

“We didn’t mean for you to get in trouble with your wife,” Maureen said to him.

“Don’t worry about that,” he replied. “She has been so cold to me the past few years, it serves her right.”

“So, you guys don’t fuck anymore? ” Maureen asked.

“No. And she even thinks it’s disgusting when I jerk myself off,” he explained.

“Oh God, you poor man,” Pam exclaimed.

“No wonder you looked so forlorned sitting there.”

“Come with us,” Maureen commanded him as the two girls took him by the hand and led him to the family rest room. Pam locked the door.

Inside the rest room Maureen pulled up her shirt and exposed her large brown erect nipples. She directed the man’s head to suck on them while Pam unbuttoned the man’s shorts and slid them to his ankles. Pam took the man’s erect cock in her mouth and started sucking him off. The poor guy must have been really deprived because it wasn’t more than ten seconds into Pam’s ministrations on him when he exploded streams of tasty sperm into her mouth.

“Are you going to be selfish?” Maureen asked her friend. Pam got up and locked lips with Maureen, passing along to Maureen the remaining cum.

“I don’t know how to thank you girls,” the man said relieved.

“We are just a couple of young sluts,” Pam explained, “who love sex.”

“What are we going to do about youriou wife?” Maureen asked.

“Call her. Tell her to meet you at the entrance to Macy’s,” Pam directed.

The three of them made their way to the meeting point. They saw the man’s wife standing there fuming. She had a surprised look on her face when she saw her husband approaching with the two young women. Before side could get a word out of her mouth Pam laid into her.

“Here’s the deal,” Pam began. “You are going to go home with your husband and fuck the shit out of him. He is going to call me if you don’t then Maureen and I will right in front of you.”

“You really should suck him off,” Maureen added. “He has very tasty cum, doesn’t he Pam?”

“He does,” Pam confirmed. “I’ll take a mouthful anytime,” she said licking her lips.

“Well honey,” the man said to his wife. “These girls mean it. They said that anytime I needed to get tuzla eve gelen escort my rocks off and you deprived me, they would be happy to please me.”

The man’s wife stood there totally confused. After a minute of silence she finally addressed the girls.

“Did you just give my husband a blow job?” she asked. Her husband answered for them. “Yes, they did,” he said.

“Why?” the woman asked.

“Because he’s a nice guy and everyone deserves to live a happy life,” Maureen responded.

Later that afternoon, Maureen and Pam were sunbathing nude with Pam’s mother, Susan, at Pam’s house. Pam got a message on her phone. It was a picture of the woman from earlier that day at the mall. She was laying on a bed, naked, smiling, cum oozing out of her pussy. The picture was accompanied by two words, “Thank You.” Pam showed her phone to Maureen and her mother and explained to her mom what had transpired at the mall.

The three women laughed. Then Maureen got serious.

“Susan,” Maureen began asking Pam’s mother, “do you think it is ok for me to ask my father to have sex with me?”

“Do you want to have sex with him?” Susan asked as a reply.

“I have had a crush on him since I started having sexual feelings, ” Maureen confided. “I just don’t know how to approach him and mom. I don’t know how they feel about that. I don’t know if they are like you guys.”

“They know about our family,” Pam interjected, “and they don’t seem to think there’s anything wrong with us.”

“Why don’t we invite them over Friday before the graduation party,” Susan suggested. “That way we can all feel them out. Sex in the family is different from casual sex with friends or strangers. There’s already a loving relationship.”

“Let’s go inside and have a little loving relationship before dinner,” Pam suggested with a chuckle. The three women made their way to Pam’s room. Maureen sucked on Pam’s luscious tits while Susan ran her tongue on her daughter’s clit.

“Oh fuck, mom,” Pam cried out as her mother’s tongue made its way into her sopping wet pussy. Pam cried out again when Maureen bit down on Pam’s left nipple. Pam’s orgasm was in reach.

Maureen sensed her part time lover was about to cum so she quickly rubbed Pam’s clit as Susan continued tongue fucking her daughter. Pam’s hip thrust her pussy into her mother’s face, her womanly juices drowning her.

Pam took a while to regain her breath while Susan turned her attention to Maureen.

“You know you taste very much like your mother,” she told her. “Do you have the same feelings about her as you do your father?” she asked.

“It’s different,” Maureen moaned in response to Susan’s question and pussy licking. “The burning desire is not there with my mom as it is for my dad,” she managed to explain while her orgasm was building.

“Your parents are very philosophical,” Pam noticed. “And very open-minded,” she added.

“Oh shit,” Maureen screamed as Susan thrust a couple of fingers in the young woman’s vagina. It didn’t take long before Susan got her daughter’s friend to gush her feminine ejaculate all over her hand.

**************

Bob and Julie accompanied their daughter Maureen to visit with Pam and her parents the night before graduation party. It was going to be an adult sex fest more than a party for the girls, though they were certain to be the center of attention. Pam and Maureen had been introduced to their parents’ lifestyle a couple of months earlier when Pam celebrated her eighteenth birthday. This Friday evening, however, was going to be more intimate with just the two young women and their parents.

“Pam,” Bob asked his daughter’s friend, “what are your plans for the future?”

“I’m going to into the nursing program at the university,” Pam responded.

“That sounds wonderful,” Julie complimented.

“And how about you, Maureen?” Frank asked his daughter’s friend.

“I need to work and save some money so I can go to college next tuzla otele gelen escort year,” Maureen responded.

“Where are you going to school,” Susan asked.

“A small liberal arts college in Annapolis Maryland,” Maureen replied. “I’m going to study comparative religion and philosophy,” she explained.

“She gets that from us,” Julie said to Susan and Frank. “We discuss religion and philosophy often and Maureen loves to participate in our musings,” she went on to explain.

“Maybe we can all go into the living room and have a conversation about taboos,” Pam hinted to help break the ice for her friend.

“Wonderful idea,” Susan affirmed. “Let’s relax with some wine and brandy.”

Normally, Frank would suggest that his guests continue the evening naked. Bob and Julie were very much used to that visiting the Miller’s household; they were frequent participants in the orgies there. Frank, however, thought that this night should evolve without undue influence. There was going to be plenty of sex the rest of the weekend and he wanted this night to belong to Maureen and her parents, if there was going to be any sex at all.

Pam and Maureen sat down on the large sectional sofa, situating themselves between Bob and Julie. Susan and Frank occupied the love seat. Susan led the conversation; bringing up the subject of incest.

“You both know about Frank and I having sex with our son Phil and with Pam,” Susan began. “Have you had any thoughts about such religious taboos?” she directed her question to Bob and Julie.

“Mom says love in the family is special,” Pam chimed in.

Bob and Julie both had thoughtful expressions on their faces when Bob came out reluctantly.

“I have never thought about it as taboo,” Bob explained. “I have always admired the way your family is free and open sexually,” he said.

“I have also admired the way you all naturally react to each other sexually,” Julie added.

“It just seems socially awkward,” Bob said looking at his daughter.

“Well,” Frank exclaimed. “Nothing is socially awkward in this house.” Susan gave a look to her daughter that screamed, get over here and be comfortable with your parents. Pam got the message and went over to sit on her father’s lap, wrapping her arm around his neck and giving him a big kiss. Susan stood up and slid her skirt and panties to floor.

Maureen saw that this was the moment she needed to let her parents know that she wanted to have sex with them, especially her father. She pulled her tank top over her head, her hard nipples protruding from her perky a-cup breasts. Maureen grabbed her father’s hand and placed it on her right nipple.

Fully naked, Susan beckoned Julie to her. The two women were no strangers to each other, having enjoyed many encounters of Sapphic love. The men were left alone to explore their daughters’ love in a physical way.

Maureen stood up and pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles, exposing her wet glistening pussy to her father. Bob reached out to touch his daughter’s sex.

Maureen cooed at the sensation of her father’s strong hand gently stroking the outer lips of her vagina. She bent over and let her lips fall onto his in a passionate kiss.

Pam and her father, intently curious, watching their friends engage in an incestuous encounter for the first time, mutually masturbated each other at the erotic scene.

Bob’s desires for his daughter consumed him. He laid her down on the sofa and began ravishing her sweet pussy with his tongue and lips. Maureen’s feminine nectar was pouring out of her pussy. Bob licked her clit with a passion. Maureen cried out as her slim young body writhed in orgasm.

“Daddy,” Maureen said panting coming down from her orgasmic bliss. “Please. I want to feel you inside me.”

Bob released his throbbing cock from his pants. Quickly he stripped. Pam went over to her friend’s father and whispered to him.

“She’s very tight,” Pam told him. “Be gentle,” tuzla sınırsız escort she admonished.

Bob lined the swollen tip of his cock with his daughter’s slit and slowly, tenderly rubbed it up and down, picking up as much of her natural lubricant as possible. He leaned over, gave her a kiss.

“Are you ready, sweetheart,” Bob asked Maureen softly.

“Yes daddy, please,” she responded.

Bob slowly and deliberately penetrated his daughter. Her body reacted with a jolt that pushed him in further. Maureen relaxed then as Bob slide all the way in. He paused.

“Did I hurt you?” Bob asked his daughter.

“Oh no, daddy. You feel wonderful inside me,” Maureen replied.

Bob began fucking his daughter with slow long in and out pumping. Her pussy reacted by releasing copious amounts of her womanly cum, lubricating her tight vaginal walls as her father’s cock rhythmically picked up speed. She gripped him hard. They ascended together.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” Maureen screamed as she climaxed to the sensation of her father shooting streams of his hot cum, filling her pussy.

Witnessing the erotic intensity of her best friend cumming with her father, Pam brought herself and Frank to an orgasm manually.

Maureen, Bob, Pam and Frank settled down after their orgasms with another glass of wine. Frank renewed the conversation.

“How do you feel Maureen?” Frank asked.

“Do you feel your love is stronger for your father now?”

Maureen smiled as she looked at her dad. She responded to Frank’s questions by giving her father a long passionate kiss.

“How about you, Bob?” Frank asked.

“I feel so much better now,” he replied. “I’m happy we got over that hump to full acceptance of our loving relationship,” he explained further. “Our bodies are truly the way we express our love, our true spiritual being.”

Susan and Julie made their way back to the living room to join the others for a glass of wine. Susan’s curiosity came out first.

“Well,” she began to ask, “how was it?” She sensed that Bob and Maureen had coupled.

“Awesome,” interjected her daughter Pam. “It was so hot to see the passion they had for each other. Their energy electrified the air.”

“I want to thank you for the opportunity you presented tonight,” Bob said to Susan. “I know this will bring our family in tighter than ever before.”

“We should all go to bed now,” Frank said knowing that tomorrow was going to be a busy day getting the party prepared and the ensuing sexual activity was going to require all the energy they could muster.

“Bob, Julie, Maureen,” Susan began. “You can sleep in Pam’s room tonight,” she offered. “Pam you can sleep with your father and me.”

……………………

Morning came finding Maureen wrapped in the arms of her mother. Maureen woke first. She took her mother’s hand and gently placed it on her breast, her nipples aroused and standing out. Unconsciously in her sleep, Julie gently massaged her daughters firm, supple tit. Maureen grabbed a hold of her father’s morning erection and slowly stroked it, eliciting soft sleepy moans.

Julie woke noticing she had been rubbing her daughter’s tits. She took the erect nipples into her mouth, one at a time, biting gently. Bob woke to the movement in the bed. Maureen’s body was now restless as Julie worked her way to her daughter’s pussy, licking, sucking, biting softly. Bob positioned himself behind his wife and slipped his cock through her folds. The family was now connected in one mass.

“Oh god,” Maureen moaned, clutching her mother’s head as Julie’s tongue ravished her clit. Bob was thrusting in and out of Julie at a steady slow pace, careful not to be too forceful as to push his wife hard into his daughter’s cunt. Mother and daughter came to their orgasms in unison. Bob pulled out and began stroking himself fiercely. He spilled his morning cum all over his wife’s and daughter’s breasts.

“There’s your morning treat,” Bob said jokingly as he finished rubbing his cum with his cock on Maureen and Julie. The two women were pleased to lick his sperm from each other.

“What a wonderful morning,” Julie exclaimed.

Bob, Julie and Maureen embraced each other, their naked flesh bonding the family in love. They were ready for the adventures of life to come.

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On the Beach Ch. 20

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Meg fulfills her DP wish, with her daughter’s and Muriel’s help. Jim lends a ‘hand’.

Events wind down at the beach.

Thanks to LarryInSeattle for helping edit this series.

Enjoy.

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“Jill, were you serious about the men not having sex with us for five days?”

“Yes, mother. I was.”

“But you said doctors no longer believe men have to “save” their sperm and only have sex a few times during those days. I don’t see why we can’t enjoy a little attention from the men. You know I want the best for Muriel, I love the woman to death, but the idea of granting her exclusivity when it comes to the men that seems a bit much. Doesn’t it?”

“Jesus, mom, how big a horn dog are you? You can’t go five days without fucking? Pretend you’re having your period or something.”

Meg blushes deeply. Jill gapes at her mother.

“Oh my God! You guys fuck during your period? Gross.”

“It’s not gross and no, we don’t routinely have sex while your mother is menstruating, Jill. Not that it’s any of your business.” Jill jerks to face her father. “Despite all this…sharing…I guess is the best word, we still have our own lives. Lives, that can, believe or not, function without you constantly trying to poke and prod them into the shape you think they should be.”

Jill’s face falls. “That’s not what I’m trying to do,” she whispers.

Ben sighs and his irritation falls away. “I know, sweetheart. I know. But sometimes your enthusiasm gets the best of you. You’ve always had a tendency to want to manage everything. You can’t though. It’s not even that you shouldn’t. You simply can’t.” He shakes his head. “If your mother and I decide to make love tonight, that’s not betraying Muriel, or you, or anyone else for that matter. It is our decision to make. Ours.”

“But,” her mother begins with a giant grin on her face. “If I decide I want your father and Jim to make love to me tonight, well, that is your business and,” she turns to Jim, “yours as well, of course.”

“Christ, Meg. You really are a slut.” She turns to stare at her husband. “Just kidding,” he says, holding his arms up in the air. “Just kidding, but it is one of the things I love about you.” He looks at her. “You’re really serious about this DP thing, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” she replies with a nod. “If it’s half as intense as it looked with Muriel, I definitely want to try it.”

“But what am I supposed to do?” Jill pouts. “Sing songs, bring your drinks. That’s not fair.”

“Well, if you’ve decided to abandon the all-cocks-belong-to-Muriel rule, there’s still Mark, Bill, and Owen and Muriel herself of course.”

Jill’s eyes pop. “Holy shit, you think we could do it side by side? All of us together?”

“Only if you don’t start barking out directions, baby.” They turn to look at Jim. It’s the first time he’s spoken in some time. He shrugs.

“Can I make one suggestion?” Jill asks, trying her best to look receptive to their wishes.

Jim nods.

“I really do think we should wait. Give Muriel her very best shot at this. The orgy can be a gift to ourselves.” She adds up the days in her head. “Even if we give her the next four days, we still have all of next week to play amongst ourselves. We can do whatever we want then, right?”

Meg frowns, then sighs. “Fine. Fine. Have it your way but it seems to me that the men, and Muriel, are getting the lion’s share of the fun.”

Jill’s face blossoms into a wide grin. “Unless…” She hops up and heads for the door. “I’ll be right back.”

“Jill! Don’t go over there and be a pest!” Meg shouts after her daughter, who, as usual, ignores her.

***

“Hello? Muriel?” Jill calls softly through the open patio door. There’s no answer. She steps inside, repeats the call.

“Back here. Sssh, honey.”

Jill tiptoes toward Muriel’s bedroom. Her hand goes to her mouth and Muriel smiles at her reaction.

Muriel’s lower half rests atop the folded pillow. Bill, out like a light, has his head on her right shoulder. His leg rests under her butt. It’s wet and shiny, despite their efforts to defy gravity. Owen lies on her left shoulder, also sound asleep. Bill and Owen’s hands lie, fingers intertwined atop her belly. Her fingers run through both men’s hair, Bill’s short locks and Owen’s thick wavy ones.

“Do you have a camera?” Jill asks, barely speaking.

Muriel smiles and nods. “In the front office, should be on the desk,” she mouths back.

Jill hurries to the front of the house. She spots the camera. It’s a point and shoot but it’s a nice one. It’ll do the trick. She hurries back to the bedroom.

“Close your eyes. Pretend to sleep,” she suggests. Muriel complies. Her fingers cease mussing the boys’ hair. Jill takes several shots. Reviews them and smiles. “Perfect. Beautiful,” she whispers and hurries back to return the camera.

“They’re so beautiful,” she whispers to Muriel when she returns. “So are you,” she adds with a smile. “How much longer do you have to stay in bed?” She inquires, easing herself down to sit on the edge of the bed beside her brother.

“Hell, tuzla eve gelen escort honey, I’ve stayed here twice as long as usual.” She giggles and the boys’ heads jostle on her shoulders. “Case you hadn’t noticed. I’m trapped.”

Jill rises. “Here, let me help.” She leans over and slips a hand under Bill’s head and lifts it. Muriel is able to roll toward Owen, freeing her right shoulder. Jill pulls the pillow from under Muriel’s neck and lowers Bill’s head onto it. Muriel carefully eases her other arm from under Owen’s head. She moves it gently and rests it on the other end of the pillow. Bill’s leg is still pressed against her bottom. He barely stirs as she eases off the bed.

“Whoa, honey, that’s a pure relief,” she sighs and arches her back. “Oh my,” she gasps and puts a hand between her legs. A frown crosses her face. Jill puts an arm around her shoulder.

“Don’t sweat it. Any tadpoles left in your pussy by now are not worthy of your egg. Come on.”

Jill leads the older woman to the bathroom, runs the water until it’s warm and gently wipes off Muriel’s thighs with a washcloth.

“There you go. All presentable again.”

“Thank you, honey.”

Jill ignores the thickness in the woman’s voice.

“Want to sit out on the deck?”

“That would be lovely.”

“We need towels, Miss Wet Pussy?”

“Towels are out there, smart ass.”

“Speaking of ‘ass’, do you have more than one strap-on?”

Jill doesn’t wait for an answer. She sashays her way down the hall as Muriel appreciates the wonders of the young woman’s bottom.

“Why would I need more than one, honey?” Muriel asks as she spreads a towel out over one of the lounge chairs on the deck.

“Shoot,” Jill sighs. “I was really hoping you had two, maybe an older one you’d hung onto.” She looks at her friend and lover. “No pun intended.” Muriel looks confused. “You know, fake cock, hung, hung onto…never mind,” Jill concedes with a sigh.

“Young lady, what sort of mischief are you contemplating anyway?”

“Mom.”

“Your mother? If her and your daddy want to fool around, hell, they can borrow mine.” Muriel smiles. “You know what they say don’t you? ‘Snap on tools are easier to clean’.”

“Not for mom to use. To use on mom.” Jill ignores the woman’s attempt to interrupt. “Both of us, you and me, together. Since you nearly went into orbit, mom is obsessed about getting DP’ed. Obsessed.”

“So,…”

“Not for another three or four days,” Jill says, shaking her head at the older woman. “Until then, your pussy has dibs on any and all sperm still residing inside a man’s body.”

“Oh, Jill, don’t be silly. That’s sweet and I love you for it but…”

Jill interrupts with a wave of her hand. “The final choice is yours but if it was me and this doesn’t work, I wouldn’t want to wonder the rest of my life ‘what if’.”

“Honey, if you imagine this is the only ‘what if’ I have to wrestle to the ground at times, well, it just shows the innocence of youth.” She frowns. “On the other hand, you have a point. Why add to the list?”

“Exactly,” Jill punctuates her agreement with a sharp nod of her head. “Plus, how cool would it be for the two of us to provide mom with her first DP?”

“That’s what you’ve been thinking? The two of us fuck your momma with strap-on dildos?”

Jill hadn’t imagined it possible but Muriel is taken aback.

“Sure. Why not?”

Muriel opens her mouth, closes it, then shrugs. “Why not,” she agrees. “Honey, we don’t need two of those gizmos.”

“I know. We could just use dildos but I thought the idea of actually fucking her was hot.”

“Hang on.” Muriel disappears down the hallway.

Jill hears the sound of a drawer opening. She hears Bill’s muffled voice and Muriel apologizing for waking him. When Muriel re-appears, Jill starts to giggle.

“Your momma will be in between us. She can share this with whoever is under her.”

Muriel extends the two-headed dildo and Jill takes it.

“It’s kinda long. You think it would work?”

“That’s true,” Muriel says with a frown. “When we used it before we were both on our backs, legs over each other’s, pussy to pussy. This monster,” she taps the dildo with one finger, “was stretched out between us.”

“What if the person under mom wears the strap-on? Mom can do that, what do they call it? Reverse cowgirl? She’s on top but facing away, toward that person’s feet. The strap-on is in her ass. That way she can control the penetration. The third person would face her and the two of them can have this thing in each of their pussies, like it was designed for. That would work, right?”

Muriel shakes her head. “I don’t know. Your momma is in great shape but that’ll be an awkward position to hold for very long.”

Jill shakes her head. “Daddy can help her. She can lean against him or something. I was thinking she’d have to lie sort of across the bottom person, not parallel and perfectly on top. Although, I suppose she could lean back on whichever one of us is under her.”

“You planning on having tuzla otele gelen escort your daddy there, too?”

“Sure. And Jim.” Jill smiles. “One of ’em should be more than ready to contribute his sperm to the get-Muriel-pregnant-fund after watching the three of us fuck each other with dildos.”

“Your mother is right. You are an evil child.” Muriel’s face lights up in a smile. “I love it.” She pats the girl on the back of the hand. “I love you too, honey. Jim is a mighty lucky man.”

“Oh Lord, who let the two of you spend time alone, plotting together?” Bill says, yawning, as he walks onto the deck. He leans and gives his sister a one-arm hug. She barely notices when his half-hard, and wet, cock touches her shoulder.

She smiles at him. “I assume you’ve been doing your biological duty and attempting to pass on your genetic material?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He stoops and lifts his sister’s legs. He sits in the middle of the lounge chair, feet on the deck and lets Jill’s legs rest across his lap. He yawns again. “Hetero sex is exhausting.”

The two women chuckle. Bill massages Jill’s feet with one hand. It’s a companionable gesture but Jill has trouble ignoring the way his cock feels against the back of her legs.

“You and Owen seem to be hitting it off, big brother.”

Bill frowns. “Don’t jinx us.”

“What do you mean, hon?” Muriel asks peering at her young friend.

“It seems too easy,” Bill replies with a shrug. “It can’t be this easy. I’m waiting to find out he’s married or has leukemia or something.”

“Hush, don’t say things like that,” Muriel whispers. “I don’t believe in jinxes but I have my own superstitions. Don’t speak of evil out loud, like that.” She tries to smile. “Sometimes, hon, life is as easy as that. I’m not saying you don’t have to pay attention. I’m not saying it’s not always work, but if it feels right, make damn sure you give it a fair try.”

“Ditto,” Bill tells her with a smile. “I could say the same about you and my doltish brother.”

“Who you calling a dolt ya flamin’ fairy,” Mark calls from the bottom of the stairs.

They all jump.

“Jesus, Mark,” Jill gasps. “When did you become a damn ninja?”

Mark punches his brother lightly on the shoulder before bending to kiss his sister’s forehead. He treats Muriel to a longer kiss before dropping to sit on the deck beside her chair. He looks at his sister and shrugs. “The gate was open and concrete and grass don’t make a lot of noise. I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you guys.”

“I know, biggest bro. Muriel was trying to convince our in-between sib here not to freak out if things seem to be going too easy or too fast with the hot, pierced artist of his dreams who lies slumbering in yon bedchamber.”

“Ah, clear as mud,” Mark chuckles. He tilts his head back and lets it rest on his lover’s thigh and looks over his shoulder at her. “Did my brother do me proud?”

“Uh-huh,” she replies, combing her fingers through his short hair. “What’s your hair like long? Is it straight? Curly?”

“If you wish to see I will swear off all future haircuts,” Mark tells her with a smile.

“You could let it grow, like Owen’s,” Jill offers.

“I could,” Mark agrees. “I was actually thinking of a piercing, even before, but now that I’ve seen his, even more so.” He shrugs. “I don’t want to feel like I’m aping his style, you know?”

“I don’t own any patents on body piercing,” a voice says from inside the house. Owen pushes aside the sheer panel and joins them on the deck. Bill rises and kisses him softly on the lips. Jill pulls her feet up to give them room. Owen sits on the lounge chair. Bill opts to join his brother and sit on the deck, leaning against Owen’s legs.

“You really thinking of getting a piercing?” Owen asks after he is settled. He needs the distraction of conversation. He overheard most of the discussion regarding him and Bill. His feelings are whipsawing between elation and terror.

“Yeah,” he turns to Muriel. “What’s that one called again?”

“An apadravya.”

Owen whistles. “That’s a tough one, bro. Takes a long time to heal, too. You don’t even have a tat do you?”

Mark shakes his head.

“I’m not saying not to, dude. Just sayin’ most people start off with nipples, tongue, although the nipples hurt as bad, maybe worse, than the PA.”

“Really?” This from Bill.

“Oh, yeah. It’s an old joke, well, sort of old. Real men have both nipples pierced. If you see a dude with only one, it means he was too big of a pussy to do the second one.” He looks at Mark. “Bro, I’d think about starting simpler. Do your nipples. If you can take that, you can handle anything. Plus, your dick needs to be serviceable for your lady, right?”

Mark nods. “Where did you go? Up in Rhode Island?”

“Uh-uh, Elizabeth City. Gal does excellent work. Think about it. I can give you her number if you decide you want it.”

“Right on.”

***

“You okay, mom?”

Meg nods and squeezes her daughter’s hand. “Yeah, sweetheart but let me rest a second.”

Meg’s tuzla sınırsız escort head rests on Ben’s stomach. He’s lying on his side across the head of the bed. Meg’s right hand is in his hair. Her left clasps his hand. Jill lies on Meg’s right; Muriel on her left. Muriel’s hair brushes against Ben’s legs and cock. His eyes are glued to Meg’s face. All their eyes are.

They’re closed but not clenched. Her breathing is slow and steady. So is her voice when she speaks. “A little further,” she whispers.

Her right leg is draped over Jill’s legs. Jill’s hand is under her mom’s leg, holding the base of the smallest dildo in Muriel’s collection. The head has just penetrated her mother’s sphincter. Jill pushes slowly, feels her mother tense and stops. Meg’s leg relaxes. Jill pushes again. The dildo slides in slowly and soon the base is pressed against Meg’s bottom.

Muriel leans over and kisses her.

Without prompting, Jill works the dildo in and out of her mother’s ass. She checks it, no blood, just lube. She does this a few times and then lets the dildo slip entirely free. Meg gasps. She gasps again when Jill re-inserts the toy. She gasps, not from pain, not this time, but because the sensation is still so new to her.

Muriel toys with her breast. Ben whispers nonsense in her hair. Her hand no longer clenches at his.

“Okay, next one,” Meg whispers.

“You sure, babe?” Ben whispers. “Yes,” she says, squeezing his hand.

Jill leaves the dildo in her mother’s ass, holding it in place with the back of her hand as she lubes up another rubber cock for her mom. Underneath Meg’s bent left leg, Jill eyes the slightly longer and thicker dong hanging from the harness around Muriel’s waist. The pale fake cock looks good lying on Muriel’s tanned skin.

She lets the dildo slid from her mother’s ass, checks it for any blood and lays it on the towel at the end of the bed. She leans over Meg’s belly, trying to see better what she’s doing. She presses the head of the larger dildo against the pink rosebud and pushes. She’s surprised at how easily it slips inside.

“Um, that feels good,” Meg purrs. “Amazing really.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Jill replies. “I always thought that was just more patriarchal bullshit but then, wow.” She works the dildo as she whispers against her mom’s skin. Muriel fondles Meg’s breast.

“I think I’m ready to try, Muriel,” Meg murmurs, rubbing her head against her husband’s belly.

“You sure, sweet one?” Muriel whispers. Meg nods. She takes her hand from Ben’s head long enough to caress Muriel’s cheek.

“Jim, honey, I might need some help,” Muriel says to the young man at the foot of the bed, watching, rapt, silent. Jim moves to stand beside Muriel.

“Help me lift her bottom up, hon.”

Jim puts a hand under Meg’s bottom and lifts. Meg helps as best she can with her legs. Jill steadies her with one hand. Muriel scoots underneath her dear friend and steadies the head of the strap-on against Meg’s back door.

Jim feels Meg relax her legs. He supports her as she lowers her weight. The dildo starts to buckle. Muriel steadies it with her hand. Jim lowers her a bit more, then more. Meg gasps. The head of the dildo disappears. She lets her weight press the toy home.

“Oh my God,” she pants as her full weight rests atop Muriel’s legs. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”

Jill swivels toward the foot of the bed. She manages to get her left leg under her mother’s right. The left is trickier. In the end, she lets it rest atop her mom’s leg. Jill’s bottom presses firmly against Muriel’s thigh. She can feel the muscles tighten as her, and her mother’s, lover begins to move her hips, moving the dildo buried deep in Meg’s ass.

Jill picks up the other dildo. She rubs one of the heads in her mother’s slit. She won’t need lube for this part. She tries to lean forward. Jim puts a hand behind her back and helps. Jill spreads her mother’s pussy and presses one end of the dildo home. She can feel it ride over the dildo in her mom’s ass. Jill lies back on the bed. She flexes the dildo, rubbing it over her own pussy and then letting it straighten out to enter her. She’s too close. It presses hard against her cervix. She gasps and arches her back.

“You okay, baby?” Jim asks, eyes concerned.

Jill lets her hips move toward the bed, feels the pressure, raises them, lowers them. “God, yes. I’m okay.”

“Whatever you’re doing baby girl, don’t stop,” Meg gasps. It dawns on her that she need not do a thing. She rests against her husband as Muriel tenses and relaxes her butt and thighs, causing the dildo to move in and out of her ass, not a great deal, but enough, enough to keep the sensation of being full of cock alive. Jill’s hips rise and fall, pressing the double-headed dildo in and out of both of their cunts.

Jim watches, breathing heavy, cock pulsing, stunned. He keeps his hands away from his cock. If he touches it, he’s gone. He bends over the bed, meets his love’s pussy as it rises towards him. Jill gasps as his lips close over her clit. She holds the position until her legs start to shake and then rests back on the bed. Jim turns his attention to Meg’s pussy. He tongues her clit; the dildo tastes vaguely medicinal somehow. It doesn’t matter. Meg’s response is worth it. The taste of her pussy is worth it. He feels Jill move. Her turn. He sucks and nips at her clit. Meg. Jill. Back and forth.

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