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My Adventure with My Little Brother Ch. 01

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I ran at my brother, who had flown in from Ireland. “Conor!” I cried, and wrapped my arms around his lean frame. “I wish you were around more often,” I whined. Ever since Mommy and Daddy divorced, things weren’t the same. I stayed in the States with Daddy while my little brother went to Ireland with Mommy. But today he turned 18, and he could do whatever he pleased.

“Oh, I know, li’l sis. I know.” He’s seen me as his little sister, even though I’m older, for a long time now. The fact is that he’s just more mature. He’s got this protective instinct over me, and I don’t object. He squeezed me tight, and then bent over to grab his luggage.

I picked up one of the smaller looking bags and trounced off towards the parking garage. I had turned 18 a year earlier. Our birthdays were in the same month, but mine 24 days earlier. “So, what are we doing this time big bro?”

“Well, I was thinking I could finally teach you how to drink.” He doesn’t visit often, and every time he does we do something special. We were saving the drinking until he was coming for permanent though. He would be living with my fiancé and I until his citizenship was final, and we were both looking forward to it.

“Finally! Chris won’t let me have more that a glass until I learn, because I’m so light. He’s afraid I’ll be the very definition of a lightweight.”

“What is he, your father?” Conor laughed, and mimed a big belly in front of him like Santa Claus. “I always thought he was just tubby.”

I pouted a little. “I asked you to stop calling him that.” He raised his eyebrows. “Besides, he’s not Daddy, but I sure call him that.” I winked at my little brother. Conor may be young, but he’s definitely not naïve.

“Savvy, that’s disgusting.” He continued laughing. We exchanged banter like this all the time. It’s not that Conor hates Chris, he just feels that I can do better.

“Oh, bite me.” Finally we reached the car, and we piled all of the bags into the trunk. Conor then reached over and bit my neck, ever so gently. I shivered, thinking of all the times that Chris had done so. I immediately became wet, as I always did. Then I remembered who had done it.

“Bubby, now’s not the time to be playing vampire.”

“Oh, it’s always the time to play vampire.” He backed up and leaned against the car. “Well, as long as it’s not the sparkly kind.”

“Let’s get home before we play any kind of game.” He pouted a little, and I realized just what kind of game he wanted to play. Sometimes it scared me when my pussy was farther ahead than my brain was.

“Oh! Conor, I… you’re my brother.” Even as I said this, I could see a lump growing in his pants.

“I know, but…”

I cut him off. “Let’s deal with his at home, okay?” He nodded, pouting. The lump in his pants never fell through the drive, which made for quite an uncomfortable trip. We drove in complete silence, and my mind and eyes kept drifting towards his crotch. I had always known my baby brother had a big cock, but that thing struggling against the denim was a monster.

We walked into my front door, and dropped his bags just inside Escort bayan the door. He’d be sleeping in the living room anyway, so it didn’t quite matter. “Honey, we’re home,” I called.

“Great,” Chris said, walking out of the kitchen with two beers in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. He handed Conor a beer and gave me a quick yet sensual kiss as he handed me the wine, and the wetness was renewed. “Tonight’s gonna be fun,” he said, guiding us all into the living room.

After hours of laughter and “lessons,” I’d still only had three wines. Chris stood up, groaning a bit, having only had the original beer and feeling a little stiff. “Well, guys, hate to drink and run, but I promised the guys poker tonight. I had kind of forgotten it was your birthday, Conor. It’s easy to remember your other sister Lilli’s birthday, as it’s so close to Savanna’s own, but yours has never stuck easily in my mind.”

Conor laughed. He was on his 5th beer and hardly buzzing. “Hey, no problem. Win a hand for me and it’ll all be cool.” He grinned as my fiancé walked out the front door. “Now, Savvy, why don’t we handle the ‘issue’ from earlier?”

“I… Conor…” I looked down to see the lump in his pants again. Despite my mind’s protest, I was becoming wetter by the second. “This — this isn’t right.”

“Right? Since when has it ever mattered what’s right?” He reached over and poured me another glass of wine.

I picked it up and drank it, not really thinking about it, and drank delicately. “But, Bubby…” He put a finger to my lips and shushed me. He then replaced his finger with his lips and kissed me deeply. I easily lost myself in the kiss, which at the time I attributed that to the wine. He slipped a hand down my shorts and began playing with the little tuft of hair at the tip of my pussy that I kept for Chris’s pleasure. Slowly his hand slipped lower, and I got progressively wetter. “Oh, Bubby. I — Conor, I…” and then he hit my clit, and I squeaked.

“What were you saying?”

“Oh, nothing,” I muttered, leaning into his chest. He smiled and tweaked it a few more times; eliciting quite a few more moans and squeaks from me. I reached out and grabbed the lump in his pants on instinct, as I always did with my fiancé. Conor gasped in surprise, but the pleasure on his face was obvious. I gently groped his monster cock through his pants as he rubbed my pussy all over. “Oh, Conor,” I moaned, barely able to speak.

He began to grin at me as I slowly undid his pants, unleashing the full length of his amazing dick. I then dropped to my knees, unbuttoned my own top and wrapped my tits along his dick, rubbing them up and down his 8 ½ inch length. His head fell back and he began to groan gently as my tits began pummeling him, slowly at first but gradually faster and faster until my ass hitting my heels each time I game down began to hurt, and he began to thrust his crotch up to meet each of my movements. His balls began to slap up against the bottom of my breasts, and precum began to leak from the tip of his manhood.

I reached the tip of my tongue down and licked Bayan escort up the drop from his slit, and teased the head, swirling my tongue all along it, and under the ridge. “Savvy,” he muttered, and I looked up at him with my chocolate brown eyes, not wanting to stop. “This is better than I ever though it would be,” he muttered. I smiled, and continued, then pulled the head all the way into my mouth.

Suddenly, Chris walked in. “Holy fuck,” he cried. I spun around to look at him, fear in my eyes. “I — I forgot my wallet,” he said, and walked over to the couch where we were. “What the Hell are you two doing?”

Conor looked down, slightly sheepish. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. If you wanna kick me out…”

“Kick you out? That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I mean, I’ve watched her do that to me, but I’ve never gotten to see it in this perspective.”

I was shocked, but decided to take advantage of it, and went back down on Conor. “Do you like this Bubby?” I rubbed my tits slowly up and down his length. “Do you like it when I rub my tits on your shaft?” I climbed up his body and began to rub my crotch on his shaft, despite the fact that I still had my shorts on. It still felt amazing to me, and I could tell he liked it too. I looked back at Chris and decided to be even more daring. “Would you like to join in?”

My amazed fiancé looked at me, and simply kissed me, deeply and passionately. He delved his tongue into my mouth as I rocked up and down on my little brother, to which I returned the favor. Our tongues did a sort of a tango in between our mouths, and I was only slightly aware of Conor anymore until suddenly my pants were undone, and I pulled back shocked.

Conor looked over at Chris with a pained expression on his face. “Man, please, do you mind? I haven’t hand a good screw in so long… and Savvy’s so hot…”

Chris raised his eyebrows at him. “You want to fuck your sister?”

“I’ve ALWAYS wanted to fuck her. Ever since I had desires like that I’ve wanted her. She’s always had such a luscious body… even the first time I got laid, I was thinking about Savvy while screwing the girl. Please, man.”

“I — alright, here’s the deal. I can’t argue with that logic. But nothing goes in her pussy but me and the toys I bough her.” He turned me around so I was lying back against Conor’s chest and stomach, his member standing up between my legs. “You get her ass while I get her pussy.” I grinned, and Chris could tell I was happy. I’d always liked the idea of double penetration, but he’d never allowed any other man around to make it happen.

And suddenly, my fiancé’s cock was out in the open, and he was stepping out of his pants. “Now let my get her ass ready,” he said, walking over and pulling me up and over Bubby’s monster cock, and sliding into my soaking wet pussy, giving me a pump or two, then pulling out and sliding into my ass. He used his dick to wipe my moisture all over the opening of my ass and just inside, lubing me up so Conor wouldn’t hurt me. “There,” he said. “Now she’s ready.”

He pulled the coffee table as close to the couch Escort as he could and put his legs to either side of Conor’s hips, doing the same to Conor’s legs, so they could be close enough for me to do my work. I looked at both of them, and grinned maliciously and seductively. “So are you boys ready?” All the two of them could do was smile, and moan slightly in approval. I smirked and them, and lowered myself onto them both at once. I squeaked as my little brother’s full length slid up inside of me. Despite the lube, his cock up my ass hurt a little. But once it was in, it was amazing, and I humped up and down on both their cocks.

“Oh! Oh, boys. You both feel so good,” I whined, my tits bouncing in Chris’s face, my ass slapping wetly against Conor’s thighs. “We should have done this a long time ago,” I moaned, and began to rub my left breast. I had a hickey on the nipple, as I quite often did, and I pinched the nipple, rubbing my boob all over.

And suddenly, there was my fiancé’s middle finger on my clit, rubbing like crazy, covered in spit. I reached down and returned the favor, rubbing his swollen scrotum, rolling his nuts in my hands, and let go of my breast to do the same for Bubby, who let out a moan as I did so. I collected up a good amount of my juices in my hand and slid a finger into Chris’s all-too-eager ass, as I’d done so many times before. As always when I did this, he began to thrust up into me as I humped down to him, and quickly adjust his rhythm to mine.

He began to moan, and moan loudly. “Oh, Savanna. Oh, Savanna! Savanna, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fill you up!” And cum he did. His hot, thick semen shot deep and strong inside me, filling my love tunnel to the brim with the delicious liquid.

After this I couldn’t hold back any longer and I screamed, the strongest orgasm I’d ever had ripping through my body. My ass contracted with each new spasm that overtook me through my orgasm, and Conor thrust up into me as Chris slid out with a wet popping sound. My little brother’s balls slapped up against my taint, and I didn’t stop humping as I screamed and moaned and whined, my orgasm still ripping through me. Just as mine ended, Conor’s began with a bang. And by bang, I mean scream. “OH, Savvy!”

I decided to goad him on, and dropped down, allowing my tight ass to hit his thighs and crotch. His full length was then buried deep inside me, and I could feel each pulse of his cum through his dick. “That’s right, big brother. Fill me up! Fill up your little sister to the brim! Fill her sweet, tight ass with your thick, hot cum! Oh, yes, Conor. Yes! Oh, Bubby. Oh, Bubby!” I reached down and massaged the last trickles of his cum out of his balls, and Conor’s screaming hadn’t stopped through his whole orgasm, and now that it was over, all he could do was pant. I fell back against him as his dick grew limp inside me. My ass immediately pressed and forced him out, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh my God, Savvy. Who knew you were such a good ride?” He laughed a bit, giddily, and then let his head slack to one side on the back of the couch. “Man, Chris, I gotta thank you. I never would have thought you’d actually let that happen, but damn was it amazing.”

“Yeah, no kidding!” My fiancé was panting as well, and we all had a good laugh. This was going to be the beginning of a wonderful relationship.

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Ian pushed Angie ahead of him as soon as they were through the front door, kicking the door shut behind him. He reached around from behind her to grasp her tits through the silk blouse. He realised that she must have taken her bra off while still at work, as he could clearly feel her nipples thrusting against the cloth. He spun her round to face him and kissed her greedily, tongue thrusting into her mouth, to be met with her own thrusting back at him. Their tongues swirled against each others. His hands reached around to grab her arse, massaging the buttocks and pulling the skirt up until the tops of her stockings came into view. He twanged the suspender belt against her leg.

Angie pulled back and sank to her knees until her face was level with Ian’s crotch, which bulged mightily. She unfastened his trousers and lowered the zip, allowing his throbbing cock to spring out from inside his boxer shorts. She grabbed it with her right hand and gave it a slow wank. licking the head occasionally to taste the pre-cum.

She stood up and kissed him, transferring his own taste to him. Ian groaned with lust. “Upstairs, quick,” he gasped.

Angie turned and started mounting the stairs, skirt still bunched up, showing the tops of her stockings and the sheer panties that she wouldn’t be wearing for much longer. She unbuttoned her blouse as she went.

By the time they reached the bedroom, Angie’s blouse was fully open, revealing her large tits and thrusting nipples. She shucked it off of her shoulders, then removed her skirt and panties, leaving her dressed only in stockings and suspender belt.

Ian, meanwhile, had divested himself of his own clothes and stood in the middle of the room, cock fully erect and twitching, drinking in the sight before him.

“My God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, moving towards Angie.

She met him and they kissed. Angie grabbed his cock and rubbed gently while Ian massaged her left tit with his right hand while his left hand grasped her buttocks.

Ian sank to his knees and Angie parted her legs to allow Ian to poke his tongue into her shaved cunt. He licked up and down the slit, occasionally flicking her clit. Angie fondled her tits, squeezing and pulling at the nipples until they stood proudly erect.

Ian stood up then lay back on the bed, hand grasping his 9 inch cock, slowly wanking.

Angie knelt above him, Escort bayan her knees at the level of his knees, 2 fingers thrusting in and out of her shaven cunt, juicing it up nicely. She noticed a pearl of pre-cum on Ian’s cock, so leant down and licked it off. She moved up Ian’s body and stuck her tongue into his mouth. Ian met her tongue with his own and they both savoured the tangy taste of his body.

“You ready?” Ian asked. “Ready for all nine inches up your wet juicy cunt?”

Angie moaned. “Fuck yes!”

“Let’s just check that you’re wet enough,” he said, then pushed Angie onto her back. She spread her stocking-clad legs involuntarily and Ian dived in, tongue first. He poked his tongue in as far as he could and gave it a good waggle. He retreated and licked up and down her slit, stopping at the top so he could give her clit a good strumming. Angie groaned in pleasure and grasped her tits, kneading them and pulling at the stiff nipples, waves of pleasure carousing through her body.

“Fuck me!” she demanded.

Ian reared back and grabbed his cock, giving it a good few strokes. It didn’t really need it as it was harder than he could remember. Pre-cum was positively gushing out and he smeared it around the head of his cock. He ran a finger around the head then offered the finger to Angie. She took the finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, savouring the taste.

“You really, really need to fuck me now. Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me stupid,” Angie demanded. Ian dived on top of her and was balls-deep in an instant. He slowly withdrew, then moved forward again, just as slowly. Angie whimpered in a mix of both pleasure and frustration as Ian repeated the action. Before she could demand that he fuck her properly, Ian slammed his cock into her to the hilt, then started pumping in and out of her as fast as he could.

Angie screamed as a ferocious orgasm took hold of her. Ian slowed his thrusting as he was dangerously close to cumming himself and wanted to prolong the pleasure of fucking Angie. He withdrew and knelt back and just watched as Angie tried to get her breathing under control. Her chest was flushed and her aureoles had crinkled around the nipples that stuck out almost two inches. He leaned down and sucked on one of the nipples, swirling his tongue around the stiffened bud.

“Oh my fucking Jesus,” Angie gasped, Bayan escort once she had recovered the ability to speak.

“I know I’m good, but I’m not that good,” Ian replied with a grin.

“You fucking are!” she said.

She sat up and they kissed, tongues thrusting and swirling.

“Let me get on top,” Angie said.

Ian lay back and gave his cock a wank as it had softened slightly. Angie engulfed it with her mouth and it reached full strength in a couple of seconds. She savoured the combined taste of her cunt juice mixed with Ian’s pre-cum. Did anything in the world taste as good, she wondered.

Crouching above Ian, she slowly lowered her wet, hot, sticky cunt onto his cock and sank down on it. Ian reached up to grasp her 44 inch tits, pushing them together and thumbing the thrusting nipples. Angie leaned down and their mouths met. Ian could tasted the combination of his own pre-cum and Angie’s cunt juice.

Unbeknownst to them, Angie’s 18 year old son Oliver had returned home just in time to hear his mum scream in orgasm. It was a sound he knew well, having been responsible for quite a few of them himself. His cock grew in his trousers and he fondled himself as he silently climbed the stairs.

He reached the bedroom door, which was open slightly, allowing him a view of his mum bouncing up and down. He undressed as quietly as he could and started wanking. Once he was fully erect, he poked his cock through the gap and waited to see how long it would take to be noticed.

Not long at all, as it turned out. He heard his mum laugh and mumble something to the man she was on top of. “Get in here,” his mum called out and Oliver entered the room. Oh good, it was Ian. He had a beautiful cock and delicious tasting cum.

He approached the bed, bobbing 7 inch cock leading the way, and stood at the side, hands on his buttocks, thrusting his cock out to whoever wanted a taste.

Ian beat Angie to it and took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the helmet then poking it into the pisshole, where Oliver’s pre-cum was oozing out. He drew back, allowing the cock to fall out of his mouth and kissed Angie. She also loved the taste of pre-cum.

Angie leant to the side so that she could take her son’s cock into her mouth, while still moving slowly up and down on Ian, squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles.

Ian Escort ran his left hand up Oliver’s leg and in between his buttocks. Oliver reached back and pulled his butt cheeks apart to allow Ian to fondle his anus. Ian pushed his middle finger into Oliver’s arse until he came into contact with his prostate, which he slowly started to massage. The effect on Oliver was immediate as pre-cum began to pour out of his cock and into his mum’s mouth.

Angie groaned with pleasure at the fantastic taste, swirling her tongue around the throbbing head.

“I’m gonna cum,” Oliver gasped.

Angie removed Oliver’s cock from her mouth and moved her head so that it was next to Ian’s. Ian left his finger up Oliver’s arse, still massaging the prostate.

Oliver grasped his cock and wanked furiously. Ian felt the prostate twitch as a massive fountain of cum exploded from Oliver’s cock and straight into his mum’s mouth. The second load went into Ian’s. Angie and Ian thrust out their cum-covered tongues, which writhed together as the remaining jets of cum were directed to where their tongues met. Ian and Angie savoured the delicious saltiness as they passed the huge wad of cum between them. Globs had dripped down onto Ian’s chest and Angie’s tits. Oliver bent down and took one of his mum’s tits into his mouth, sucking and licking all of the cum off it. He thrust his tongue between Ian’s and his mum’s as they engaged in a three-way cum kiss.

By now, Ian was desperate to unload his balls.

Angie and her son lay side by side, Angie gently fondling her son’s softening cock and Oliver caressing his mum’s tits with one hand, gathering the remaining cum onto his fingers and offering them to his mum’s mouth, while the other delved into her cunt. Ian crouched astride them, slowly wanking, revelling in his pleasure. Oliver and his mum sat up so their faces were inches away from Ian’s cock. Occasionally, one of them would lean forward and take Ian’s cock into their mouth to give it a gentle suck, licking off the pre-cum.

“Get ready, here it comes,” Ian gasped.

His cock leapt and spurted all over Angie’s face. Oliver got his face in there so he could share the next load. By the time Ian had finished cumming, both faces were glazed with his copious discharge. Ian leaned forward and licked the cum off, transferring it into whichever mouth he found first.

Angie finished by sucking each cock in turn, to get the remaining cum, until they were both clean.

All three of them lay back, Angie in the middle fondling each cock, Ian with two fingers up her cunt and Oliver caressing his mum’s erect nipples.

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It was good to be home. For that statement to have the full meaning relating to this story we are first going to have to discuss my past. My name is Cindy Feiling. You can also call me Prisoner 14567 as I was called for the past 6 years. Three months after my 12th birthday as I was playing with my cousin and her friend at my cousin’s house I got upset. How and why… Well, I don’t remember all the details but I got jealous and decided I didn’t like my cousin’s friend. I made a horrible decision and I hit her in the face with a golf club. She went to the hospital and I was told had some plastic surgery but for the most part was fine. However, it just so happened that her parents had all kinds of money and my parents had just enough to get by.

My parents tried for 4 months to get the charges dismissed but nothing could be down. I was sent to an all girl’s military school where I was not allowed to see my family or return back to the state of Maine until I turned 18.

I was shipped to Alabama. The school was not what you might think. There were no corrupt guards and I didn’t get crap from the other girls. There was no sex of any kind even though some of the girls loved to talk about it. I simply went to school 7 days a week. I worked out every day and I read books. Honestly, there was nothing else to do. Because of my punishment I wasn’t allowed anytime away from school for the first few years. I was able to write letters to my family but no visits and no pictures. I had a few friends at the school but most of us stayed to ourselves.

With about 3 weeks left to go before my sentence was up and I was going to be allowed to go home one of the girls got a weekend pass and she was able to pick one person to go to a movie with her. My friend Kari picked me and we were on our way to see a children’s movie. I don’t remember which one because we didn’t make it there. Across the street from the theater was an adult sex shop. Kari was curious and I didn’t know any better so we decided to take a look. It was my first experience with sex of any kind. There were movies playing and naked men and women everywhere. I loved looking at the male member. I couldn’t take my eyes off it and not only did my pussy get wet but my mouth was watering. I wasn’t stupid, I was horny. As we left the store to head to the local mall I knew I was turned on but I also knew that I was behind other girls my age. It was the first time I wanted to be free, the first time I honestly started to miss home.

I arrived home on May 14th. There wasn’t a party or anything. My mom was home and said hello. She gave me a small and awkward hug and we made small talk. My brother Tom, who is 10 months younger than me, was still at school. He is still finishing up his senior year of high school. My dad was at work. Mom and I took a walk around the house just as a reminder of where everything is at. Then I was shown to my room which hadn’t changed. This would have been fine if I wasn’t 12 years old the last time I had been in the room. It didn’t yet feel like home. The three story house I had grown up in seemed like a distant memory. Mom and dad had the entire upstairs to themselves. Tom and I had our own rooms and two small bathrooms in our rooms downstairs. The house looked good. My mom looked good. It just didn’t feel like home.

I talked to my mom about attending a local community college and seeing what she had found out after asking about the chance of me getting a job. It was a small town so everyone knew of my past but my mom was convinced that they would forgive and forget.

I decided it would be nice to take a shower and settle in before my dad and brother got home. It was weird being in a 12 years old room when I was 18 and literally just discovered sex about a month before. Where was I going to learn about sex? I realized I had needs that I was going to need to take care of. As I stood looking in the mirror I realized that the planned meals and working out had really paid off. I didn’t have the huge fake boobs like the girls I saw in the adult video store but I was in good shape. Honestly, I was in great shape. I was hot. I am about 5′ 8″ and 115 pounds. Brunette with a nice 36C and when I removed my bra my breasts didn’t move. They were perfect and I couldn’t wait for a man to have his hands all over them. I had long legs and a firm but. I loved working out and I loved it more now that I saw what it had done to my developing body.

As I got into the shower I found a razor and “cleaned up” everything down there and couldn’t help to start playing with myself. It didn’t take more than two fingers to get me going. I was pretty sure I was going to pee myself so I decided to stop. I was going to have to find a something bigger and better to teach myself what I could.

I dressed and as I came upstairs my brother was talking to my mom. My brother was taller and had some acne but he was not what I was figuring to see. He wasn’t in good shape and he didn’t really care to see me. Or so it seemed. We said hello Escort bayan and caught up a little. It was weird. My brother told me he was planning to move to Boston and I could tell he was ready to get out of there. He seemed distant and angry.

As I helped my mom get ready for diner my brother said he was going to take a shower. I finished setting the table and my mom got a call from my dad. He was going to be home in about 25 minutes. Mom told to run down and tell my brother. As I got to his room I realized that he wasn’t in the shower he was playing some kind of video game. Tom, mom said dad will be home in about 20-25 minutes. He turned and looked at me but barely acknowledged I was there.

Twenty minutes later I was putting stuff away in my room when my mom yelled down that dad was getting home. I decided to go check on my brother to make sure he had heard mom. As I walked into his room I realized the door to his bathroom was wide open as he was obviously not used to a girl being around. That fact became more obvious when I walked up to the door to see that he had a completely see through shower curtain. I couldn’t help myself. I was staring at my brother naked before me. I had to look it was my first chance to see a live penis. I didn’t care if it belonged to my brother or not. I had to see it and there it was.

As I said before my brother wasn’t in great shape and it might have been the first dick I was about to see but I was certain my brother had a big one. My guess would be 6 or 7 inches soft and just hanging there. I knew it was wrong but I had to see that thing hard. I snapped out of the crazy thoughts in my head as I heard my mom call again. I took a few steps out of my brother’s room and yelled to my brother, Tom time to eat.

As I got upstairs I saw my dad walking into the house. Unlike my mother my dad had a big smile on his face and was ready to give me a great big hug. Dad looked great. I could tell he was also working out but I still smelt the usual hint of scotch on his breath. It felt good to get a hug and to have some contact with another person again. I finally felt home.

We had a nice diner as a family. We kept up a lot of small talk and even managed a few laughs. I for one had a hard time looking across the table at my brother without thinking of the piece of meat he had between his legs. The thoughts of sex were taking over my mind. I couldn’t help it. I even looked at my father at one point and wondered if he my brother had gotten his “big” gift from my father. Like father, like son? I wondered to myself.

I watched some TV later that night but I was tired and thought I would lie down and go to sleep. I passed out quickly but woke at 4 in the morning to a rattling noise on the stairs. I got up to use the bathroom and noticed that I heard some noise from my brother s room.

Thinking he had left his TV on or slept with it on I wondered down to his room. Again, having your sister back home must have been quite the change. The door to his room was pretty much wide open. Since I assumed he was asleep I tiptoed to his door. I looked in to see that my brother was not only awake but seemed to be watching a movie. I didn’t recognize the movie on the TV and I didn’t much care for long. My brother had his laptop on his TV tray in front of him and there was a girl getting fucked by two guys on the screen. I noticed that my brother had head phones on. This was it; I had to see that cock.

As I watched the scene on the computer and I noticed it was a young girl not much different then me. Well, except for her huge fake boobies and what appeared to be a loose pussy. This girl was taking a dick in her mouth and one in her pussy that had to be 10 inches long. I was getting turned on and I was also gaining confidence. Even if my brother caught me I didn’t care I had to see my brother in all his glory.

I stood up to get a better view and the very top came into view. My brother had his handed wrapped tightly around his dick and was slowly pumping up and down on his shaft. I admired how much he knew about himself. My brother knew how to take care of himself. I moved another foot closer and the entire thing came into view. My brother had a huge cock. It had to be at least 10 to 11 inches long and it was as thick as my wrist. If my brother didn’t have a fat belly it would look even bigger.

I had seen what I wanted and I slowly backed out of the room. As I began to turn I heard a grunt and turned around. My brother was about to cum. I stood and watched in awe as four large spurts of bright white cum shot all of the stomach and chest of my brother. As he moved to grab a sock to clean up I slowly backed away. It was then I realized that my fingers were not only in my underwear but I had two fingers in my cunt up to my knuckles.

As I got back into the room I locked the door and started to smell my own aroused aroma. I brought my fingers to my noise and decided I needed a taste. Honey might be sweeter but not much. As I Bayan escort looked around I saw and old Barbie in my room. I found a condom that I was given when I turned 17 at school. It was old and I had never planned to use it. Really, I didn’t even know what it was for until a few weeks ago but it was sure going to come in handy now.

I took it out of the package and ran it down the legs of the doll. I spit on my fingers and rubbed them on my pussy and with the condom there was enough lube. I took the doll slowly rubbed it against my swollen pussy. It was the only thing I can find longer then my fingers. I slowly slide it inside and hit a little wall. I knew I wasn’t being satisfied so I thrust it harder into my pussy. At first it hurt and I definitely got nervous when I saw a little blood. I remembered back to a human anatomy class I had had and thought to myself. Am I no longer a virgin?

My mind shifted back to the plastic in my pussy and I begin moving it in and out faster and faster. My right hand guided the doll in and out of my cunt. My left hand found its way to my breasts and I began kneading them like a piece of dough. My nipples stood straight up and were becoming so sensitive. I pulled them as I shoved the doll in as far as I could. The peeing sensation was there again and not wanting to explain that to my parents the first night I was home I decided it was time to stop. I slept with a smile on my face the rest of the night.

I woke up around 9 the next morning. I quickly flushed the condom down the toilet and tossed the doll under my bed. I was so horny I needed to work of some of this aggression and get my mind straight. I put on some shorts, sports bra and a t-shirt. Tied my shoes and went up stairs. I saw my Dad reading the newspaper and drinking what I would assume is an Irish coffee. I yelled to Dad that I was going for a run.

At first he looked up from the paper and nodded, however, as I was tying my shoes I noticed that my father was taking a few more looks at the body of his newly returned daughter. I didn’t mind at all. I didn’t care who it was I liked the attention and I was starting to realize the effect that my body could have on men. Be back in about 45 minutes, I yelled to my father.

It was a gorgeous spring day on the east coast. I got a lot of looks while I was running but all I could think about was my brother’s huge dick and the eye fucking I thought I saw my father give to me. By the time I was half way back home my panties were again stoked and I was worried it was going to show through my shorts. I sprinted home and decided I would stretch in the backyard. I tried to make some noise to make sure my father and possibly brother knew I was back there.

After ten minutes and with my mind cleared I walked into the house. My father was now in the kitchen sitting at the counter still reading the same paper. I walked by him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Where are Mom and Tom at, I asked? Your mother will be gone for the day. She is shopping with her friend which is a pretty typical Saturday. If your brother didn’t call off work or isn’t downstairs sleeping then he is at work until about 6 this evening. One day of work a week is tough for your brother, my dad joked.

So you are saying it is you and me today Dad? Sure is, Dad said. I hope that is ok. I had no objections what so ever. As I finished my water and had some yogurt I noticed that there were some dishes that had been washed from diner last night and needed to be put away. I started to try to put them away but I had no idea where things went. I glanced towards my dad and asked for some help.

I started picking up each dish. Dried them off and ask dad where each went. I noticed that each time my dad would start by telling me it was behind me and then tell me the correct location. Sure enough my father was taking every opportunity to keep his eyes on my ass. I decided it was time to see how far I could take this with my father.

I poured myself another glass of water and as I was drinking it I did so fast enough that it began to leak onto my white t-shirt. At first I was just trying to get my dad’s attention but I had soaked my shirt. Hell, this was perfect. I walked over to the laundry room and removed my shirt and threw it into the dirty clothes. I walked back to the kitchen and saw my father staring with his jaw close to the ground. Acting like I didn’t know any better I just glanced at my father and told him I was getting hot from the run. He didn’t seem to mind. I was in my bra and some shorts running short. What a show my father was about to get.

I was down to the last few dishes and I didn’t want to stop. I asked my father where the pot had went that my mother had cooked the roast in the night before. Again at first he pointed behind me but then told me it went in the cabinet below the small area my father was sitting at. I set it on the ground and got to my knees. As I put the dish away I noticed that my father only had a robe on. As I looked Escort to the side I got what I had been waiting for.

Under the table below my father waist hanging outside his robe was my father’s half hard cock. I couldn’t move. I just stared and realized that my Dad was really enjoying the show. My dad had huge balls that looked like a perfect fit to his massive cock. My dad was easily 10 inches long as it stood and growing. His cock was thicker then my brother and looked like a piece of steel pipe. I decided then and there that I had to have it.

I got up and looked. There was one dish left. I started to feel up the sink and told my father that it needed to be cleaned again. I grabbed a chair and moved it to the middle of the kitchen. I sat in it while the sink filled up and made small talk. My father never once looked up but answered each question I asked.

I got up and started to clean the plate. I got water everywhere but tired to concentrate on getting as much as I could on my white sports bra. I kept talking to my father but he still wasn’t looking up. After a few minutes my father said to me. That thing has to be clean by now. I took the towel and begin to dry it. I kept my back to my father and looked down. My bra was completely see through and my nipples were hard as could be from the water.

As I finished drying the dish I turned to my father and held up the dish. Last one, where does it go Dad? For the second time that day my dad did a double take. When he looked up for good his eyes never met mine. He stared directly at my chest and told me it again when below where he was sitting. I bent down and put the dish away to see that my father was now at full mast. Or so I thought. No more messing around.

I turned around and walked towards the laundry room again. I took my sports bra off so that my father knew it was gone. I threw it into the ground and grabbed a towel from the side bathroom. I covered what I wanted to and walked into the kitchen. Dad was still sitting and I knew why. I sat on the chair in the kitchen and started to untie my shoes. I think I am going to take a shower, I said out loud but to no one in general.

As I got my shoe close to untied I leaned down to use both hands. The towel fell to the ground and my tits were on display. I acted as if I was oblivious to what was going on. My father was paying little attention to the paper now. I untied my other shoe and threw them to the side. As I was about to stand up I let out a little scream. Jeepers Dad, I am sorry about that I completely forgot about the towel. My father smiled and said something that confirmed he had indeed been drinking that morning. “Honey, you can walk around like that anytime you would like” and with my dad in an apparent horny daze. I was going to push my luck.

I sat back and cupped by tits. You want me to walk around like this dad? You really think these are nice Daddy? He could only shake his head in an approving motion. I pushed them together and got my nipples as hard as I could. I stood again and slowly removed my shorts and panties. I sat back down and looked my dad in the eyes. Daddy, I saw what you got under the table there and I am not sure it if will fit in my virgin pussy but why don’t you come over here and try.

My father cleared his throat and stood up. The tent in front of his robe didn’t look that impressive but I had seen what was under there. He stepped around the counter and into my view. He walked up to me and put the bugle right in front of my face. Before I could say anything he undid the belt and the robe pushed open. That huge snake damn near slapped me in the face. Before me sat a 13 inch piece of cock that needed to be milked. I again thought to myself that there was no way that would fit inside me but I was sure going to try.

I reached up and put my hand on my father’s huge member. It was hot to the touch and felt like a rock in my hands. Put your mouth around it, my father said. I took a big breath and opened wide. I put the head into my mouth and tasted a little pre-cum. I tried to stroke it the way that I saw my brother stroking his and put it as far in mouth as I could. My father moans and I simply heard the sounds of my pussy leaking on the wooden chair I was sitting on.

My father put his hand on the back of my head and forced me up and down his cock. I could tell my father was in heaven. I could only wonder to myself when the last time my mother had her lips on this wonderful dick. Up and down I went with my mouth and hand. It only seemed to get harder and harder.

The next thing I know my father picked me up and kissed me. I was practically sitting on his dick as we kissed and the feel of that dick under my ass door me crazy. Dad sent me on the counter and kissed from my lips to my other lips. The touch of him on my neck, shoulders, tits, stomach and thighs was driving me crazy. My father was an unbelievable lover who obviously had some moves he hadn’t used in awhile. As he began to kiss and blow on my sopping wet pussy I thought I was going to piss right there. My father assured me I wasn’t going to pee. I might have an orgasm but pee wasn’t going to happen. Not as turned on as you are right now baby, trust me Daddy said.

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The following story is split into three chapters as it describes three separate events that I was lucky enough to be a part of. The first two do also contain some mild male bisexual activities during mmf 3sum sex and if you are bigoted enough to be outraged by this please do not read any more and get offended. This is the last chapter and describes an orgy that I was invited to. I do not have the imagination to make things up and this is an absolutely true account of what happened that week and was written to remind me of how good life can be.

Saturday evening came, and despite not having a Toga (as my entire luggage had been packed), I drove to meet Peter and Tina. With them was Dee, a bubbly blond forty something. I had never met Dee before but knew that she was an old swing friend of Peter and Tina. Both Dee and Tina were in full toga gear. Long white robes elegantly tied round their midriff with a purple sash in Dee’s case and a pink one for Tina. Each wore a crown of laurel leaves, or if I am to be honest, the leaves from the garden hedge! Both were bright eyed and very animated and obviously looking forward to the evenings activities. Peter had a tunic, sandals with a leather cord that wrapped up to his mid thigh and short leather tunic and he looked the part of a roman centurion. I have described Tina before and she looked fabulous and this was mainly due to her dazzling smile and her obvious zest for life. It lights up her whole personality and I couldn’t wait to bask in her sunshine. Dee, their friend, was also in a great mood. She was easy to chat to as we had a quick glass of chilled Cabernet Sauvignon and were introduced to each other. It may seem odd, but prior to having sex with a stranger, the last thing people talk about is anything sexual. I suppose there is no need to try to arouse or tease your partner as everyone knows what is going to happen. No, at the first initial meeting we chat about mundane matters almost as you would at any cocktail party, so as to get to know each other and I found Dee easy to chat to.

Also, as I explained earlier, it was not as though Dee and I were expected to start off having sex at the party. Peter, Tina’s husband was taking Dee, and I was partnering Tina. Soon it was time to go, and rather than take 3 cars, we all piled into Pete’s BMW, which solved the drink drive issue for 3 of us.

A quick drive up the motorway brought us to a small, exclusive, very luxurious estate. Although each house was on a fairly large lot, about half to an acre in size, the parking outside on the road was limited. This was a very busy do, and there were obviously lots of cars parked along the road leading to their house and we had to park some way away, so as not to block anybody’s driveway. Grabbing the bottles of wine that we had bought we locked the car and set off to the party.

The hostess welcomed us at the door and greeted Peter and Tina like long lost friends. I suppose as she was back and forth to the door she was not dressed too provocatively unlike the scene that awaited inside.

The first impression was that this was very elegant. Classical music was playing softly. It provided an atmosphere that was both sophisticated and stylish. It was not too loud and so the guests were able to chat easily without having to raise voices. There was an air of opulence and it was easy to imagine that we were joining a roman orgy. Everyone, (except me) was dressed up and some of the outfits were fabulous. One couple shared a Toga, it was cut vertically down the middle of the toga front and back. He wore the left hand side and she wore the right. Neither had anything else on and the effect when they stood side by side was amazing. Another woman was dressed up immaculately except she had nothing on below her belt. Unusually she was unshaved and had a mass of pubic curls that hid her sex but the effect was very erotic, as she unashamedly displayed herself.

The house and gardens were stunning. Tina wanted to have a cigarette and so I took her outside into the manicured garden. Groups of people were chatting and laughing and some were obviously friends getting reacquainted. A path led past a small waterfall through some trees to a tributary of the Thames where a small motor yacht was moored to a jetty. Concealed lighting lit everything and even the music was playing outside. Our host was a nuclear physicist and obviously was doing very well for himself.

People go to a lot of effort to organise these sorts of parties and there are obviously rules of the house. Here, in keeping with the refined ambiance, all the rules had been written in Latin (and mock Latin) and posted on the walls so there were things like “Non fumigans intus”, “Non Imbibe altus”, “Succurre tibi ad bibit” and “Non vestes thalamus”. Helpfully, for the peasants among us, the English translation was provided below. (No smoking inside please, No drinking upstairs, Help yourself to drinks, No clothes in this bedroom).

After Tina had her cigarette by the river, we returned to the house through Escort bayan the large open French doors that led into the main open plan kitchen garden room. Soon after we entered, our host, to facilitate the start of the evening’s action, announced that the upstairs bedrooms were now ready and open for those that wanted to play. (Previously the stairs had been roped off). While everyone who attends the evening knows what they are there for, there are also very strict rules governing behaviour. The main one is that “No means No”, so although there may be a naked woman in front of you, you should not touch her at all until some sort of agreement is given. A nod, a smile or any indication is acceptable but even the slightest shake of the head, or negative sign with the eyes means “No” and men must back off without making any sort of comment or protest. Having said this I have yet to come across any incident where this has been an issue.

Couples started to make their way upstairs, and as Tina and I were towards the back of the room, we sat down and shared a glass of ice cold wine as the others sorted themselves out. Soon we were almost the only ones downstairs and so made our way upstairs discarding our shoes downstairs as requested by our hosts.

The sights and sounds that greeted us would arouse the most frigid of people. Piles of clothing were discarded randomly and couples and groups of people were everywhere. Tina and I made our way to the main bedroom and there was really no room for us. The oversized main bed had one group of four and another couple on it. At the bottom of the bed was a large padded ottoman and a woman was stretched out on top of it on her back. She was totally naked and her head was thrown back over the end and her partner had his cock in her mouth. Peter and Dee were on the floor, side by side spooning, Peter was naked but Dee still had her toga on, although it was bunched up under her breasts and Peter was already inside Dee and they were moving with a familiarity that showed they were not new lovers. Tina went across and kissed her husband and we moved to the other side of the room as it was the only part of the room that was free.

Tina and I were standing up and she moved into my arms. We did not need to rush and I revelled in the feel of her body pressed against mine. She hung her arms around my neck as I ran my hands down her back and moved in to kiss and nuzzle her neck. Nibbling her ears sent shivers through her and I undid the two clasps on her shoulders that held her toga on.

We separated slightly so her toga could drop and pool around her ankles. She was totally naked now in a room full of naked people and it was very erotic. I held her tight, pressing my hands aside her body and moved my hands up and down the side of her body. As I got higher, I moved to caress her breasts and at the same time she pressed herself against me, squashing my hands between us. I could feel her nipples hard and firm, showing she was a woman in the mood for sex.

Tina then took my hands and placed them by my side. I was the only person who was not in a state of undress and Tina slowly undid my shirt buttons while playfully slapping my hands if I moved them. She eased my shirt off and then cast it aside. She sank to her knees and started to unbuckle me. With my belt undone, she very so slowly unzipped me and then she eased my trousers down and motioned me to step out of them. Standing in just my white boxers, in a room full of naked people having sex and a gorgeous women keeling in front of me with her face inches from me, I defy anyone not to be rampant. I certainly was and my erection was jutting out of the top of my boxers and leaking copious amount of precum. Without removing my boxers, and holding my hands at my sides, Tina leaned forward and with the tip of her tongue she teased that most sensitive of spots on the underside of my cock just below the helmet and then ever so slowly she moved her tongue to the dribbles of clear precum leaking from me.

With a sample on her tongue, she stood up, pressing herself against me as she did so, and then kissed me, swirling her tongue around my mouth, coating me with my juice. Oh god this was erotic. She still wouldn’t let me move my hands from my side, and after our kiss, she held onto the sides of my boxers and sank down again. As she descended she lowered my pants and on her way to kneeling she swallowed me on her way down. The sensations coursed through me as she sucked me and my senses were almost on overload. It was like watching a live porn show with everything going on around me and here I had, a wonderful woman, pleasuring me in the most exquisite way possible. Life does not get much better than this!

I moved to caress her head as she sucked me and I withdrew her and tilted her head back so I could look into her eyes. They were wide open and shining with desire and she looked so beautiful and I knelt so I could kiss her again. I could taste myself as we kissed and she shuddered as I eased her back onto the floor.

This Bayan escort was the first time this evening that I really had a chance to look at her in all her naked glory and I revelled in the view. On her back, her breasts stood proudly on her chest and her nipples were like two sharp points. Kneeling between her legs I prised them open a little more, to make her display of nakedness even more wanton, and I could easily see she was aroused. Her lips were engorged and there was a glistening on them as though she had been oiled.

I moved forward so that my erection was vertical, along the length of her sex. She immediately reached to grab me and feed me into her, but this time I withdrew and removed her hands. I placed them over her head, which had the added advantage of displaying her breast more. I told Tina to keep her hands there and I resumed my position. As I placed my erection outside, along the length of her pussy, I could feel the heat emanating from her and I was immediately coated in that delicious slippery liquid that only comes from a woman at the peak of sexual desire. I moved up and down along the length of her and she again tried to grab me and guide me into her, but again I moved her insistent hands away and back over her head.

With Tina lying on her back, I moved her legs so they folded up. Her knees near her chest. She was quite open in this position and her pussy was just in the right position for me to rub my helmet up and down the length of her. As I moved my cock down, I would press it into her so that over half my girth was inside her. She would be moving to try and sheathe me but gripping my erection I was able not to let that happen. Tina does get very aroused and by using my hand to move my cock, I was able to stimulate her vagina by massaging all around her pussy and as I used it to rub her clit, she came for the first time. It was very sudden and I know Tina squirts sometimes and this was one of those times. She screamed as though she was in pain and a forceful jet of her liquid covered me. I love when this happens, as it does marvels for my moral, but we were on the carpet and I did not want to make a mess, so I had to stop.

One couple was getting up from the bed, and so, I suggested to Tina we join the others there. There were two couples on the bed now and still the ottoman was occupied by the woman lying supine on her back but with her partner standing and his cock in her mouth and her arms over her head gripping his buttocks. As we moved from the floor a man stopped to look at her and she did look desirable. Her breasts were thrust up and her nipples were pert and her legs were slightly open, giving him a view of her pussy. She was unaware of this man’s presence but her partner indicated with a gesture of his hand, his palm upwards and waving over her body, she was that available to be used. There was no finesse, but as he moved between her legs and she spread her legs wider, opening herself. He pointed his cock down and put it at the entrance to her pussy and then in one movement sank himself into her. She let out a long grown and continued to fellate her partner and gripped him closer as the new man moved inside her.

The whole scene was very erotic to watch but my focus was really on Tina and she was settling down on her back next to another couple. We had come down from the height of our coupling on the carpet and as she lay back she smiled her dazzling smile and invited me on top of her. We fit together quite well and as I lay on top of her, I entered her smoothly and it was a moment of intimacy as we kissed and just revelled in the feeling of each other. For me, it was the contrast of her soft breasts against her hard nipples pressing against my chest. The sublime feeling of being sheathed deep inside her warm, very wet and tight pussy and her muscles pulsing as she gripped me intermittently, and her soft mouth against mine.

We moved around to get a little more comfortable. The other couple that was next to us was in a missionary type position, but the man was holding his whole body above hers, and the only point of contact was where their genitals met. He was moving smoothly in and out of her and she had her eyes closed and an expression that looked like the cat that had got the cream.

Tina is bisexual and as we settled next to this couple I took her hand and guided it to the woman’s breast. The woman opened her eyes and I swear she purred as she saw Tina caressing her. It was not that easy for Tina, as she was on her back, so she said “doggie” to me. I withdrew from her….oh that sweet denial….and Tina turned over. As I re-entered her she leaned forward and started to suckle the woman on the bed.

Her partner obviously approved of this and began to move faster, positioning the whole length of his erection into her. I on the other hand was still inside Tina, enjoying the sensations of being fully inserted and with the extra stimulation of watching what was going on around us.

Tina continued to lick and suck Escort the woman’s breasts, and then, with one hand, she caressed her body and moved her hand down to the union of the couple. As Tina approached her mons, she spread her fingers and the man stopped. Tina felt him and caressed her, dipping a finger into her and then spreading her juices along him. He obviously approved and started to move again, with Tina gripping him as he fucked his partner. It looked as though he lost control, and he started to pump faster and he threw his head back and bellowed and orgasmed deep in her cunt.

Tina stopped paying attention to the woman’s breasts and still gripping the man, she milked the last of his essence from him as he softened. As she pulled him out she leant forward and took his cock in her mouth to clean him. God it looked so sexy as she cleaned the traces of their juices off him. When satisfied that he was clean, she released him and he got up off the bed. The woman remained, a glow of satisfaction on her, and she said thank you to Tina and Tina leant and kissed her. She threw her arms round Tina’s neck and as they were busy, I withdrew again from her and moved round the bed to the woman. I caressed her legs and she spread them a little. I kissed her calves and then licked up the inside of her legs and she opened them wider.

She was shaved and her pussy looked divine. She was still on a sexual high as was obvious by the state of her pussy, her lips engorged with blood and sheen of her juices all around her sex, as though she had been oiled. There was only a small pearl of cum visible between her lips but this has to be the most erotic view in the world, a woman on heat and enjoying her body.

I continued to lick up her legs and as I approached her pussy my intentions were obvious. She broke free from the kiss with Tina to look at me. I looked up to see her watching, and she said “Oh sweet Jesus ….oh that’s nasty….oh no….oh please….ohhhhhh”. As I parted her lips with my tongue she threw her head back and forced her pussy up to meet my mouth. I love the taste of a woman post orgasm and this one was no different. I pointed my tongue between her lips and as I moved to her clit, I collected that pearl of cum and using the tip of my tongue I massaged it around her nub. She went off like a rocket and again, for a man, this makes it all worthwhile. She bucked and writhed on the bed and I had to grip her tightly to keep in contact and she hollered and yelled out. I kept going until she pleaded for me to stop and she caught her breath.

“It is not often that I get to do something new” she said, “but that was just so nasty….I loved that.”

I chuckled, “Well, there is still a little left if you want me to finish the job.” I replied.

“Ummmm” she moaned, “OK, but I am very sensitive there at the moment, let me straddle you.”

Who can refuse an offer like that and I lay down on my back, and she straddled my chest and then moved so that her pussy was just above my mouth. She looked divine and she lowered herself so I could lick her, and if it got too sensitive she could raise herself up to slow things down. I feasted on her and licked as far as I was able inside her. Gravity meant a little more of the cum dripped out and I cleaned that too, her taste was delicious and she seemed to be in a world of her own as I performed for her.

In this position, I could not see Tina, but I felt someone grasp my erection and then felt that unmistakable sensation of being taken orally and I assumed that it was her. We three stayed in this position for a while and I certainly felt I was the lucky one being the centre of a sandwich.

Before long, the woman above me (and I never got to know her name), lifted off me. As she dismounted she bent down and kissed me and said “Thank you, that was wonderful.” But in reality the pleasure was all mine. I looked up and I got a shock as I saw Tina was with the other couple on the bed and it was not Tina sucking me but Anna.

Now I have always wanted to play with Anna. She is in her 40’s and I have seen her a few times at other parties. She is tiny. She is immaculate with very feminine shoulder length blond hair framing her elfin like face. She has an all over tan and her body is with doubt her best feature. She has not an ounce of fat on her and her body is taut and lithe. She has tiny breasts, which happen to be my favourite, and she is almost flat chested. I doubt she has ever worn a bra unless it is to cover her nipples which poke out from tiny aureole. Her nipples when aroused stand proud. She is shaved and mons seems to obtrude and that highlights her sex, which, like her body, is tiny. The lips are neat and hardly protrude and there is a hint of her clitoris under her covering hood.

I have desired Anna from the first moment I had seen her at another party. The closest I had come to her was at one party where Tina wanted to watch her husband Peter with Anna. We moved onto the dais they were on and cuddled each other while Tina watched them. Following Peter’s orgasm, before Anna went to clean up, Anna reached across and took hold of me and took me in her mouth. “Ummmm” she said, “I will come back for more of this.” However, as happens at these do’s, it never happened.

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My loving Mother. Due to my work and the distance between us, we had not seen each other in many months. Since my parents divorced, she had been living alone and I had always worried about her happiness. I also had always had an Oedipus fantasy about her, and since my childhood I had longed to be with my Mother in every way possible. Now I also had recently divorced and my longing for her became more and more consuming. Now I was going to be staying with her for a few weeks while I looked for a new home.

Upon my arrival I scooped her up in my arms and held her tightly to my chest. She seemed shocked by the fervor of my embrace, but soon melted into my arms and relaxed. I kissed the top of her head and told her how much I missed her, with her responding that she felt the same. I didn’t want to let her go, but soon realized she would get uncomfortable with me holding her so tight.

As we separated I felt there was actually reluctance on her part to let go, and my mind soared to the possibilities! I looked into her eyes and asked how she had been, and she just replied, “OK.”

I pulled her close once again and told her it would be much better now that we were together. She wrapped her arms around me and replied, “Everything is always better when you are with me.”

I was hard with desire and held my hips back a bit to not let her know what was brewing in my lurid mind! Again I kissed the top of her head and resisted the urge to pull her chin up to allow me to kiss her lips. She sighed and said, “That’s nice, I like this.” I then told her that we would be doing a lot of this from now on.

She eventually pushed me away and said to go unpack and get ready for dinner. I headed for the spare bedroom and hung my clothes thinking all the while of what I would like to do with her and how I could accomplish it.

She called up and asked what I wanted to eat (ha!) and I told her that we should go out so that she did not have to work on dinner. We agreed on a restaurant and I got ready to go. I heard her come up and go to her room, and when me met going to the stairs I saw that she had changed into a lovely skirt and blouse that fueled my desires.

I told her she looked good enough to eat, and she blushed and said, “Don’t be silly.”

Following her down the stairs, and watching her lithe body flow, I was again fighting getting an erection that might be obvious if she turned to face me. At the bottom she stopped short and I ran into her from behind forcing my hardness against her shapely ass. I got the impression she did not notice, and I reflexively wrapped my arms around her in embrace. She said she had forgotten her keys upstairs, and was trying to turn to go back up, but I would not let her go. I held tight and said we didn’t need anything at all as long as we had each other.

She giggled and replied, “I almost get the feeling your trying to seduce me like a new girlfriend!”

I said, “I am, you’re the most beautiful lady I have ever held in my arms, and I hope the last to ever hold!”

She just looked over her shoulder at me and said nothing, letting me hold her tightly. “Forever is a long time silly,” she said and twisted from my arms to go back upstairs.

When we finally made it to the restaurant we chatted about what had been happening on our lives, and worked up to what was going to happen in the future. I told her I had found work in the area and would move permanently back to our hometown.

She got a twinkle in her eye and said, “I am going to get spoiled having you nearby, I hope you don’t find a girlfriend too soon.”

I replied, “I told you I already have found my girlfriend, my last girlfriend, the one I have always loved and will always love. And the one who has always loved me and I know always will love me. I am not going through the emotional headaches of another relationship – here we have perfect peace and love.”

She again gave me a strange quizzical look and said, “You say that now, but soon some young lady will steal you from me again.”

I simply smiled at her and said, “Give me time, I will show you that we are inseparable.” We finished the rest of dinner with sweet chatter and longing glances that I am sure meant 100 times more to me than to her.

As we left the restaurant, I put my arm around her and pulled her close to my side as we walked. She snuggled into my shoulder and I told her, “See, the woman I have wanted all my life, is finally my date, and also my lady for life.”

At the car, as I opened the door for her, she was facing me and I lifted her chin and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, just a brief respectable kiss, but it felt like heaven to me! All she said as I closed her car door was, “Such a gentleman.”

The drive home was brief and not a lot was said. I am not sure of her thoughts, but all I could think of was stealing another kiss. As we entered the house, she turned to me and said, “That was a lovely evening”

I just replied, “It still Escort bayan is a lovely evening, and I expect a kiss from my date for such an evening.” She laughed and tilted her head up to me and I again took a brief but extremely pleasurable kiss from those luscious lips I have longed for, for so long. It seemed like an eternity, and I hugged her close as we ended the kiss and tried my best to not let my growing erection push against her hips.

We broke our embrace and moved to the living room, where I asked if she wanted a cocktail. I knew my parents used to always have whiskey sour cocktails in the evening. She said that she would and I went to make her a drink. How I wanted to spike her drink or make it double strong!!

Over drinks we chatted some more and I finally asked her why she stayed single and did not date anyone.

She answered rather briskly that, “No one quite fit her pattern of living,” and she did not want go through the social pains of dating. She looked sheepishly at the floor and said, “Like you say, you are with me, I am comfortable in your arms, and that is all I need.”

I risked it and said, “But what about real intimacy? What about lying together in bed and enjoying all the wonders of a deep lover’s intimacy?”

Mom got a bit frazzled and said, “Oh, I don’t need that kind of stuff at my age.”

I just looked at her and said, “We all need it, not matter our age. I am dying of loneliness without a woman in my life.” She didn’t seem to answer for that and simply stared at her drink.

Over the next few days, I paid her compliments as often as I dared, and took liberties with hugs and kisses more than a son should. She was always welcoming of my actions and this spurred me on to take more and more risks.

One day I took her in my arms again and lifted her chin to kiss her, we paused mid-stream and just gazed in each other’s eyes. I said, “I love you so much Mom,”

Mom replied, “I love you too,” and I kissed her long and firmly, but without opening my lips. I could feel her arching her back to press tightly to my chest and her breathing seemed to get slightly erratic. I then broke our rather chaste kiss and lowered my head to starting kissing her neck. She gasped, and now really labored in her breathing, as I nuzzled her and kissed her soft neck. I wanted to go on forever, but she apparently got her wits back and suddenly broke away from me.

“Wow,” she said, “You really know how to make a woman feel wanted and desirable!”

“You are wanted in every way imaginable Mom!” I replied. “And I have desired you for years, for a long as I can remember!”

“Oh don’t be silly,” she shot back. “I am an old lady and you are a young man.”

“No Mom, you are a beautiful woman and I love you, and I know you love me. What could be more perfect, more desirable?”

Her eyes were searching mine as she fought for words, and I think fought for control. She then looked confused and nervous and said, “This is silly” and walked away.

For the next few days I kept my distance to let her relax and get comfortable again. She was often looking at me with a strange look I was not used to.

When we finally started to again get close, I worked my way slowly back into her embraces, with the now usual kisses to the top of her head. I was about to try to work my way down to her neck when she floored me with some blunt questions. Mom asked, “I hope you are not trying to replace your relationships with lady friends because you are entertaining me. I hope your love life will not stall because you are staying here, perhaps you need to find your own place sooner rather than later?”

I was a bit taken back, and said, “Mom, I love being here with you. I have no desires for other lady friends. I want to enjoy your company only.”

She shook her head and said, “It’s not natural, you should be out dating.”

I took that opportunity to say, “OK, let’s go on a date! Let’s get dressed up and hit the town for some dinner and drinks!”

“Not with me stupid!” She answered, “I meant with some eligible young lady!”

I shot back, “You are eligible, and available, I am eligible and available, and we love each other, and we are here together – so let’s just do it.”

She had nothing to counter that with, so we set off to change clothes and to hit the town.

Like a real date we walked hand in hand, we gazed in each other’s eyes over dinner; we even held hands across the dinner table! I plied her with too many drinks (I am such a cad!). By the time we finished dinner and then had after dinner drinks, we were both feeling a good buzz. I was inebriated enough to try almost anything, but she is my Mother, and I was still clear headed enough to try some modicum of control.

From her speech and the look in her eyes, I knew Mom was feeling very good. All I could do is hope and pray for the opportunity to get in some nuggets of intimacy, without blowing our relationship up in my face! Bayan escort

We both had too much alcohol to drive, so we had them call us a taxi to go home. Walking from the restaurant we held hands and bumped into each other as we swayed back and forth. There was a chill in the air and so I took her in my arms as we waited at the curb for the taxi. This felt so good and so right! I whispered in her ear how much I loved her, and she simply purred in reply. In the taxi I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me.

I kissed her lips and this time I tempted fate, I opened my lips and probed a bit with my tongue. Her lips parted and I was in ecstasy as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She started to pull back, but I relented and she relaxed into my arms as I gently kissed her more deeply than I had ever imagined possible. I think the presence of the cab driver also prevented her from saying anything or putting up a fight. After all, for all he knew we were just another May/December romance.

As I savored in the taste and feel of her luscious mouth, again I heard her making light purring noises, and I stroked her cheek and neck as we kissed.

But then she pulled away, and I let her – and we sat there looking at each other as though we had never met. I smiled and mouthed, “I love you”, and she smiled in return, and then looked out the taxi window. I could almost hear the thoughts screaming though her head – what is happening? What are we doing?

At the house I paid the driver and we walked into the foyer hand in hand. I pulled her back into my arms and began to French kiss her again. Unfortunately I probably only enjoyed this for half a minute. She pushed back, saying, “Doug, we must stop, I am your Mother! This is not right!”

I looked down at her and said, “Shhh, it is so right,” and kissed her again.

I could feel her trepidations, she wanted to kiss me, but she wanted to stop. She was yelling at herself that this was very wrong! I released her and said, “Don’t worry about it so much, we love each other, we are adults, whatever we want to do that is good for us, and is no one’s concern.”

She had a sad look and turned to go to her room. I stopped her and told her I was worried about her reaction, and wanted to make sure she understood my intentions and also make sure that she was not upset with me. I reiterated that my desire was to hold her and kiss her only and, to my own surprise, I then asked her if I could sleep with her in her bed tonight, just to hold her, just to make sure we were still OK.

She said, “That is too dangerous; it is really wrong… and dangerous.” We went off to separate bedrooms.

I showered, got into bed, and was about to masturbate to the thought of her kisses and tongue, when she knocked at my bedroom door. I pull the covers over my body and told her to come in. She was wearing what is probably a very staid two piece pajama set, but to me was the sexiest clothing I had ever seen.

She sat on the bed looking away from me and said, “Doug I am sorry, I had a great time tonight, but it was just going too far. I do love you and I do not want to hurt you.”

I replied, “I love you too, and I would never hurt you! I just want us to be able to hug, and hold each other, and feel the intimacy of two people in love – like us! I really miss the intimacy of holding a woman in my arms and kissing her. It has been so long, for both of us.”

She seemed to think about this for a long time, then, “I guess it is OK if we sleep together tonight. Of course not like lovers, just like friends, is that what you want?” she asked.

I was momentarily heartbroken at the not like lovers part, but seized the moment, “Yes of course! I want to hold you in my arms as we sleep and wake with you tomorrow morning!”

With that she stood and pulled the covers back to slide into my bed. I think she was shocked to discover I was naked, but said nothing. I spooned to her back and wrapped my arms around the love of my life! She sighed and relaxed into my arms, softly saying, “This is so nice, you’re right, I do miss this.”

I pulled the hair from around her neck and began to kiss her under the ear. She sighed again and tilted her head to give me better access. I kissed and nibbled at her neck and ear. I bit gently on her shoulder and she shivered in response.

Soon I was as hard as a rock and there was no way I could keep it from her. I pressed my hips to her ass and she did not pull away. I slowly, almost imperceptibly pumped my hardness against her soft ass, and she seemed to respond with slight back pressure. My mind was racing at this new situation, and I was struggling to move forward, and yet stay in control enough to not chase her from my arms! I finally gave way to reason and stopped moving and just kissed and snuggled with her. We must have both fell asleep soon after.

I woke in the morning, to the pleasure of my life! My sweet Mother was in my arms. And to Escort top it off; during the night, with my arm draped over her shoulder, my left hand had worked its way into her pajama top and was cradling her right breast.

I was both ecstatic and petrified, and afraid to move! I wanted to squeeze and knead her breast, and pinch that nipple, but at the same time I did not want to lose what I had! I laid still and enjoyed the feel of her fantastic skin and breast, never wanting this to end.

Finally, after probably 30 minutes, I knew I had to do something, so I began to kiss her neck again. She stirred and pressed back against me, but made no other noise or movement. As I continued to kiss her neck she began that sighing and purring like the night before, and I very cautiously moved my fingers against her breast.

This must have gone on for 5-10 minutes, and then suddenly there was a gasp from her throat, and she shot her hand up to clamp against my hand, trapping mine between her hand and her breast. I just stopped moving my hand and kissed her neck more while she laid frozen against me.

After what seemed like an eternity, she started to relax and then startled me when she actually started flexing her fingers to assist my hand in kneading her breast! Now I was really on fire! I slowly increased the kneading and kisses, again biting her shoulder gently, until she seemed as fully engrossed in this as I was. I began to gently pinch her nipple and she moaned softly at each of my movements and kisses.

I whispered into her ear, “I love you, I love waking to you in my arms. This is absolutely the best feeling I have ever had!”

“Hmmm, your right,” she said and we lay like that for another 30 minutes. “I need to get up and make you breakfast,” she stated.

“I would rather stay here in bed with you all day,” I laughed! She laughed also and then pulled away from me. I felt so empty!

After I gave myself much needed relief in the shower, breakfast was both awkward and thrilling. I felt we had crossed a boundary that was going only forward to my dreams, but also we were as nervous with each other as teenagers on a first date! Mom asked what my plans were for the day, and while I wanted to say get you back into bed, I decided to play it low key for a while. I just told her that I had to go get the car, and that I had some things she wanted me to fix around the house to attend to and that latter we could go out to eat again.

She blushed at that and said, “Sounds like a wonderful day!”

The day seemed to drag on and on forever!

Finally dinner time came, and we had a lovely dinner; more drinks and more handholding and necking. Nothing new and spectacular after yesterday, but no back steps either!

At home we had another couple of drinks and then she said she was ready for bed.

“We are sleeping together again, right?” I asked.

She responded, “If you behave yourself, I think that would be great!” I jumped up with a smile on my face to end all smiles! She said, “Someone seems awfully happy!”

This time we went to her room, since it has a bigger bed and I stripped down and got under the covers. Meanwhile she had gone to the bathroom and got into another set of pajamas, with puffy like shorts and the top with a high open midriff. I could not tear my eyes off of her lovely form as she approached the bed.

Like last night she slipped under the covers with her back to me, and I immediately enveloped her in my arms and began kissing her neck. Mom shuddered and moaned as she pressed back into my chest. I decided to go for the gold and slipped my hand under her top to cup her breast – this time there was no protest and she put her hand over mine and pressed it more firmly to her breast. I kneaded her breast and thumbed the nipple as I kissed and nibbled away at her neck and shoulders. Mom kept mumbling something about love and happiness and held my hand tightly to her chest.

“This is so sweet, I love your caresses,” Mom whispered.

I rolled her towards me and kissed her deeply with my tongue pushing deeply into her mouth. Mom was as ardent in the kisses as I was and we were soon panting for breath around each other’s mouths. After a few minutes of this hot kissing, she rolled over with her back to me again and we assumed our now natural spooning position.

Again we fell asleep, and again I awoke with my heart soaring at finding myself holding my Mother like this. I pulled her tightly to me and fondled both breasts as I woke her with whispered tender loving phrases and raves of her beauty. And now another day to wait agonizingly for night to fall!

As night fell for the third time in my new life of bliss, we said nothing but both went straight to her bedroom and got into her bed.

As we lay spooned and I began my wondrous explorations of her breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders, she suddenly got serious. “Doug, what are we doing?” she asked. “This is wrong on so many fronts, and yet I am so happy.”

I came back, probably too quickly, with, “Please stop putting any negative thoughts into something so wonderful. We are happy and can do whatever we want to do in enjoying the happiness. I love you!”

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*Everyone in this story is 18 years of age or older.

By July, Grandpa Henry was wrapped around Morgan’s little finger. Besides the 200 dollar allowance she received from him; he paid for her gym membership, yoga classes, trainer, boxing lessons, and circuit training. Morgan told her grandpa that she wanted to stay in perfect shape to make him happy. Grandpa Henry couldn’t dispute the results of her exercise regimen. The sweet teen slut was absolutely flawless in every way.

On Friday, July 10th, the morning at Grandpa Henry’s house started out like every other morning that summer. He enjoyed his breakfast at the kitchen table while his naked granddaughter on her knees enjoyed his thick rod. Morgan loved a nice shot of protein down her throat in the morning. She eventually gave her mouth a break, stroked her favorite cock and asked her grandpa a question. “Grandpa, when are you going to give me my graduation present?” It had been three weeks since she graduated high school.

“I got a feeling pretty soon.” said a coy Grandpa Henry. Moments later, someone began honking their horn incessantly, and it seemed to be coming from Grandpa Henry’s driveway. “Sweetie, can you go check out what is going on?” Morgan got off her knees and proceeded to the living room to investigate. Grandpa Henry had some friends help to make it a surprise. She looked outside and saw a pink BMW convertible in the driveway. It was exactly the car she told her grandpa that she wanted, he might say demanded.

Morgan’s eyes bugged out of her head as she started jumping up and down. She shouted in excitement, “is that for me?!” Morgan’s new ride was a fully loaded 2017 BMW M2 Convertible with a custom paint job. Grandpa Henry’s graduation present for his favorite granddaughter set him back almost 70 thousand dollars.

“That is your graduation gift, sweetie. Sorry, it wasn’t here when you graduated, but the custom paint job took awhile to get done.” Grandpa Henry had to grab Morgan by the arm to stop her from running outside naked to see her new car. “Sweetie, maybe put on some clothes first.” In all the excitement, she forgot she was totally naked.

After throwing on some clothes, Morgan took her present for a quick ride around town and then came back to Grandpa Henry to show her appreciation in a way she hadn’t before. She found him working in the garage. “Come upstairs in a few minutes, Grandpa.”

Grandpa Henry had an idea what would be waiting for him, but his granddaughter had stepped up her game and was a vision that usually only lives in male fantasy. Morgan was lying on the bed adorned with a lace corset, panties, garter belt and knee high stockings. She had never looked so sexy wearing all white like a virgin on her wedding night. “I hope you like what I’m wearing; I saved it for this special occasion.

“Sweetie, you look like an angel.”

“A slutty angel I hope,” said Morgan with a wink.

Grandpa Henry wouldn’t resist giving his granddaughter what she really wants. Grandpa Henry undressed as he kept his eyes on the blonde beauty before him. He proceeded to get on the bed next to Morgan and take her in his arms. He caressed her body and softly kissed her neck. She whispered in her grandpa’s ear that she couldn’t wait for him to be inside her and she would be his present. He took his time unwrapping his teen present. Morgan was shaking with anticipation and excitement. She returned the favor and undressed her grandpa then used her mouth to get him ready for her tight teen snatch.

She slowly licked up his thick shaft as she was on all fours on top of him. “Sweetie, turn that cute little ass around so Grandpa Henry can eat that sweet pussy of yours.” Morgan grinning from ear to ear turned around and positioned her crotch right in front of his mouth.

Grandpa Henry could hear his naughty little whore moaning with a mouthful of his cock. He gripped her round cheeks and darted his tongue in and out of her wetness. After several minutes of tongue fucking, Morgan’s moist teen pussy was ready for some grandpa cock. “I want that cock, Grandpa.”

Morgan proceeded to lie down next to her grandpa. He then positioned himself between her tender thighs and lined up his huge throbbing cock with his granddaughter’s moist cunt. “Are you ready, sweetie.”

“Grandpa, I want it so bad.” That’s all he needed to hear. He slowly pushed forward into Morgan. She gasped as Grandpa Henry’s Escort bayan big mushroom head split apart her tight teen pussy lips and slowly slid into her wet opening. Grandpa Henry stared into her piercing blue eyes to witness her passion and lust. With each thrust, his fat 9-inch rod went deeper into Morgan’s writhing pussy as it adjusted to his length and girth. She had taken black cock before, but even they didn’t compare to Grandpa Henry.

Between moans, Morgan kept repeating, “Ah Grandpa, yes, harder Grandpa.” Before long, Grandpa Henry was balls deep. He would slam his fuck toy with a powerful thrust then slowly pull out. She kept crying out in ecstasy for him to do it again. After several minutes of hard fucking, Morgan could tell her grandpa was getting tired. “Grandpa, I want to ride you.” She knew better than to ask to if he was tired which would be a blow to his ego.

“Ride your grandpa like a good little whore.” They switched positions, and it was now Morgan’s turn to take control. Her worked-in cunt enveloped his incredible girth easily as she mounted Grandpa Henry. She rode him like a veteran whore and was finally living out her ultimate fantasy. “Oh my god. oh my god.. grab my tits, Grandpa.” She grinded her pussy on his manhood and felt a warm sensation radiate throughout her body. She had felt this before, but she was about to experience something else for the first time. The pressure building in her pussy was so intense she bucked off her grandpa’s meat stick. She felt like she had to piss. However, she instinctively pleasured herself.

She relentlessly rubbed her throbbing clit as she began to spray pussy juice all over her grandpa. “Oh, Grandpa, you’re making me squirt!” Morgan screamed out as her body shuddered in ecstasy. Her pussy kept shooting stream after stream of cunt cum. Grandpa Henry thought it wasn’t ever going to stop. He was the first man ever to make her squirt.

Morgan’s first experience with squirting left her legs soaked. The drenched little slut regained her composure and slid back onto her grandpa’s cock. Her nectar between their bodies created a loud smacking sound. It wasn’t long before Grandpa Henry was about fill his granddaughter with his man seed as she was close to another orgasm herself.

“Fill me up, Grandpa!” Morgan began slamming herself down onto her grandpa’s manhood. Her sugar walls clenched around his rod as she experienced another intense orgasm. Her tightness milked Grandpa Henry dry as she enjoyed the warm waves of pleasure rocking her body. “I love that your cum is deep inside my little pussy.” Morgan collapsed on Grandpa Henry with his spent cock still inside her drenched snatch. She could feel his heart racing as tried to catch his breath. “Nobody makes me cum like my grandpa. I love you, Grandpa.”

“I love you too, sweetie.”

Morgan spent the rest of the night in her grandpa’s arms. She felt safe and loved.

In the morning, Grandpa Henry needed to discuss something with his special little slut. “Sweetie, I know we had a deal that it was just be my cock that you played with, but I think you deserve to be with someone who has your energy and can satisfy you in ways I can’t.”

“Grandpa, you make me cum more often and harder than any other guy and the only one to ever make me squirt.”

He swelled with pride hearing that. “Thanks, sweetie, but it’s okay.”

Morgan began to grin as she realized he wanted it to happen. “You dirty man, you want to watch don’t you?”

“I do,” blushed Grandpa Henry.

A few days later, Grandpa Henry and his little fuck toy would drive several towns away where no one knew who they were. He told Morgan he preferred not bringing people around his house, especially guys.

They found a small inconspicuous bar that would hopefully have some young cock for Morgan. She kept staring at these three large black guys playing pool that she spotted the moment they entered the bar. “Never been with three at the same time before,” she whispered in her grandpa’s ear.

“Go talk to them,” encouraged Grandpa Henry.

Morgan walked over to the pool table and instantly caught their eye. Grandpa Henry from across the bar could tell they wanted his granddaughter, but that was no surprise. 20 minutes later, she came back to her Grandpa Henry’s table smiling from ear to ear. She sat on her grandpa’s lap and told him about her conversation. The excited Bayan escort little cock slut told the three guys what hotel she was staying at and they also agreed to let Henry, who they thought was her sugar daddy, be there to watch the show. Morgan and Grandpa Henry went straight to the hotel and waited for her big black dicking.

30 minutes later, the three guys from the bar showed up to the hotel, but there was now 4 of them. “Hope you don’t mind we brought a buddy with us.” Grandpa Henry looked at Morgan for her approval. She looked at the 4th guy; he was a tall, muscular black guy with tats all over his arms. She told her grandpa it was okay and it would now be her task to please four monster black cocks with her tiny tight teen pussy.

Grandpa Henry sat in the corner of the room, and the four huge black guys surrounded Morgan. She looked so tiny as they groped and clawed at her body. They forcefully pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Next to be ripped off her body was her short white skirt, and like usual, the little slut was not wearing panties. The two men behind Morgan (Brock and Brad) were both over 6 feet tall. They both had the build of line backers. The two men enjoying her tits and snatch (Chris and Javon) were more slender but even taller than Brock and Brad. They all attended the local college.

“You got a nice ass for a white girl,” complimented Brad as he caressed her apple bottom. “You take it up the ass?”

“Sorry, no, I’m saving my ass for him.” Morgan pointed at her grandpa.

“That’s alright, but that little pussy of yours is going to take a beating.”

Ray put his hands around her tiny neck and commanded, “Get on your knees and show us what you can do.” Morgan quickly obeyed. She loved big black cock down her throat. The four men pulled out their stiffening cocks and presented them to the white teen slut on her knees. Morgan was a little intimidated but excited. She loved a challenge and servicing four massive black dicks would be her biggest challenge yet.

She looked like a pro working all four massive pricks at the same time. “Is this your little slut’s first blow bang?” asked Ray.

“Yes, it is,” Grandpa Henry said sheepishly.

“Damn, you are a keeper,” laughed Ray. “Put the little cock sucker on the bed,” ordered Ray who was clearly the ring leader.

Morgan’s jaw was aching as she continued to suck Ray’s cock which was thick as a pop can. Brock had three finger’s opening up the teen’s tight twat while Chris and Javon sucked on her huge supple tits.

“You like what you see, Grandpa?” moaned Morgan.

“Wait, is he your real grandpa?” questioned a disturbed Ray.

“That’s just her pet name for me,” reassured Grandpa Henry.

Morgan quickly replied, “Grandpa, don’t lie.” The four men ravaging the 18-year-old were initially disgusted with what they just heard. But then they began to tease Grandpa Henry and enjoyed it. Grandpa Henry was embarrassed, but his focus was on his slut of a granddaughter. He felt his dick grow with every passing second.

During the constant ball busting of the old timer, Brock didn’t inform Morgan with what he was about to do and shoved his huge hammer deep inside her. She whimpered but tried not to show the guys it hurt to be slammed without warning. Brock didn’t last long inside the young slut’s tight pussy. He pulled out and flooded her stomach with his seed.

The verbal abuse continued throughout the night. “So, Grandpa Henry likes watching black cock fuck his little granddaughter’s slutty little cunt,” snickered Ray. It was pretty obvious considering the tent Grandpa Henry was pitching.

Morgan chimed in too. “Pull out your fat cock Grandpa; I know you want to. I know you are hard and going to want to jerk off watching me get fucked by four huge cocks. Four huge black cocks in your granddaughter’s little pussy.” Her grandpa couldn’t resist any longer and pulled out his throbbing prick for a stroking.

“My turn,” smirked Chris. For the next hour, they took turns pounding Morgan’s pussy and invading her mouth. At one point, Chris and Javon both had their 8-inch thick black dicks jammed in her slutty little mouth. Morgan’s pussy was stretched by the brutal assault at the hands of massive pricks. She proved to be up to the challenge as Grandpa Henry’s huge rod prepared her for such a challenge. But she still struggled with Ray’s cock, which was even longer and Escort thicker than her grandpa’s.

Chris, Brock, and Javon were the three who took turns inside Morgan’s cunt for the first hour. Ray had still not taken his turn. When it looked like the teen slut couldn’t handle anymore, Ray decided it was now his turn to violate her like she had never been violated before.

“How big is it?” asked a scared Morgan as Ray got between her legs.

“11 inches and I’m not leaving until you take it all.” Morgan tried to get off the bed, but Javon and Chris pinned her down.

Brock had moved towards Grandpa Henry and gave him a menacing look. Morgan was worried he would hurt her sweet old grandpa. “It’s okay Grandpa; I can take it.”

“Spread her legs,” ordered Ray. Chris and Javon pulled the tender beauty’s toned legs apart as they continued to pin her down with their free hand.

Ray took his time entering Morgan. He loved the look of pain on her face and wanted it to last as long as possible. “Oh, fuck! You are tearing me apart!” she kept saying over and over.

Ray grabbed her cum covered tits and picked up the pace. “You will be the first to take all 11 inches.” Those words inspired the little teen slut. Morgan stopped focusing on the pain and was now on a mission to take all of Ray. He had 7 inches in the naughty granddaughter, but his girth was meeting resistance. Even though he wanted to go balls deep, he was afraid if he went any deeper, he would literally tear her in two.

“Come on baby, go balls deep! Give me it all!”

“You want it; you got it.” Ray with one violent thrust slammed the last 4 inches into Morgan’s tortured twat. He held all 11 inches balls inside the blonde beauty as he was balls deep for the first time in any woman. The other three mockingly clapped and congratulated her for being such good cock whore. Ray began to thrust his hips back and forth. Before long, she was thrusting back against Ray as they kissed passionately and were now in perfect rhythm. Morgan felt a familiar sensation stir in her loins; her entire body began to shake. “Oh my God, don’t stop, don’t stop! Morgan’s aching pussy began to massage his manhood.

Chris and Javon had let go of Morgan’s legs. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, which allowed him to touch parts of her that hadn’t been touched even by her Grandpa’s 9-inch prick. “Yes, yes, harder, harder!” screamed the teen slut. Grandpa Henry couldn’t believe his granddaughter could take such a violent pounding. She looked so tiny beneath the giant of a man ravaging her and giving her such pleasure.

Ray’s body began to twitch, he then mounted Morgan’s sweet little face and unleashed his load.

Each guy came on the little whore at least twice. Her face and tits were totally covered in their seed. Her exhausted, ravaged body laid flat on the bed covered in buckets of cum as the four men got dressed and left.

Grandpa Henry was horny and hard. It was now his turn with his granddaughter. He took off all his clothes and got on the bed. He stared at her for a moment. He was amazed how hot she looked coated in semen. Her huge fun bags looked like they had been iced like a cake. “Don’t worry sweetie, you just lie there and let Grandpa do the work.”

Grandpa Henry slid his 70-year-old meat stick into Morgan’s stretched out cum lined snatch. As he pulled out, his cock was covered in other men’s seed. This didn’t stop Grandpa Henry from using his ravaged granddaughter like a whore.

“Clean me up, Grandpa.”

Grandpa looked around the room for some tissue or a towel.

“Grandpa, I mean with your tongue,” whispered an exhausted Morgan. “Grandpa, my pussy just took a beating for you, you can do this for me.”

Grandpa Henry felt he had to oblige, so he leaned forward and began to lick the cum off Morgan’s right tit. It didn’t taste as bad as he thought it would and it shockingly turned him on.

“That feels so good, Grandpa.”

He moved over to her left tit, then began to lick the side of her face. Grandpa Henry was tasting and swallowing cum for the first time in his life. Morgan could tell that her grandpa enjoyed it. “Is my grandpa a dirty cum whore like his granddaughter?” giggled Morgan. “I want some too.”

Grandpa lapped up some more cum off her face and dropped the mouthful into the teen slut’s waiting mouth. “Mmmm tastes so good,” purred Morgan.
Brock suddenly opened the door without knocking. “Hey, I forgot my phone.” Brock was now looking directly at Grandpa Henry fucking his own granddaughter. “Oh damn, you fucking white people are kinky motherfuckers.”

To Be Continued…

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It began with a long bus ride from the big city to a small western town in cow country. There was a rodeo that weekend and for me a first job away from home, stepping out into the world, even if it was only working as a gopher for a franchise motel. Like hundreds of others in North America, the Jonesburg Lodge was just off the highway as you enter the main street. I hopped off the Greyhound, suitcase in hand, at dawn. Other than a pair of stumbling drunks, the place was deserted and the motel office sign said no vacancy. There was a note on the front door with detailed instructions for me to find my room. At the assigned door I found another sign, “welcome Chris, first door on the right, we’ll see you in the morning.” A quick glance told me I was in the owners’ suite so, quite as a mouse; I spotted my bedroom and was out like a light.

About three hours later I met the owners, Mr. Ollie Grant and his wife Charlotte. Ollie was a solidly built, retired, naval officer in the latter half of his forties. Charlotte was at least fifteen years younger and in the full bloom of feminine charm. I soon learned that her preference in dress was diaphanous harem pants, and cotton blouses, fashionable attire for the late sixties. She chose not to wear a bra, and my eighteen year old eyes homed in on her prominent perky nipples and ample cleavage. She made no attempts at modesty while I tried my best not to ogle. The job came about as the result of a school English assignment, write a job query letter and resume; he who gets the job gets an A. Well right about then, I was thanking Mr. Cross for initiating the contest.

The first week whisked by as I met other staff and learned everything from front desk reception, to washing dishes in the restaurant. Reception was my favorite as I have a knack for engaging people in conversation and adjusting my demeanor to suit them. In no time, I can get along with just about anyone. The exception back then, was members of the opposite sex, especially good looking ones. I was nervous and self-conscious in their company. Without being vain, I was considered good looking; my mum assured me. With a good physique from rowing and high school sports, I was very wiry and strong for my age. However, my confidence with women was a thin as my 175 pound, 6′ 2″ frame. Some of the waitresses at the lodge restaurant dropped hints but I was too dense to pick up the thread. The head house keeper, a woman in her mid-forties, made it painfully clear I could drop by and see her any time, but she reminded me of mum. Well you know how that went over. Charlotte was different. She was kind, paying me compliments, but very solicitous and physical with Ollie. I maintained respect for their privacy and never ventured beyond the living room. However she made no attempt to curtail the sounds of sex. I heard some interesting things at night, prompting numerous hard on frustrations. One thing I enjoyed was Ollie’s extensive collection of playboy and penthouse magazines stacked in my room. There was more than one date with a magazine girl in my private quarters.

About three weeks in, things changed. Ollie made a trip to Seattle to visit his mother and conduct some franchise business. Charlotte was left in charge and within an hour of his departure the atmosphere at the Lodge changed. The staff became more on edge as Charlotte prowled the complex. Ollie had told me to clean up the front of the compound entrance, which was a weedy mess. I was doing this when Charlotte came by and said, “When you finish there come around a do our garden for us as well.”

“Sure just a soon as I get this done.”I worked on the weeding and had it all cleaned up, it was lunch time so I went into the restaurant and was at the counter enjoying my BLT when Charlotte stormed in. “Why haven’t you got my garden weeded yet? I just looked and it’s a god awful mess now finish that up and get off your ass and do it!” Fortunately the café was deserted so only the waitress witnessed the tirade.

“Jesus I’m glad I’m not in her bad books. What did you do, turn her down or something? I figured with you living in, it would take the edge off.” I gave the waitress a puzzled look.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh trust me “she Escort bayan snickered “You’ll find out…happens every time the boss goes away.”

Some might think I would have taken this as a hint, but I was quite naïve and frankly was worried about getting fired as I gulped down the sandwich and headed for the owner’s patio. The area was secluded and raised, with an abutment of rock hiding it from street view. I brought my bucket and frantically began pulling weeds, giving some thought to pruning an overly aggressive shrub while I was at it. The sun was direct and hot, at least 85 so I slipped off my shirt and was glistening with sweat. After half an hour I heard the patio door and turned around.

“Look I’m sorry about earlier, you do a good job around here, it’s hot as hell, why don’t you come in and have a cool drink?” She was dressed in a skimpy green two piece with a transparent shawl arrangement which swirled as she moved, accenting her jiggly charms. I thought for a half second then smiled. “Sure, that would be great.” Charlotte went to the fridge, bent over, giving me the start of a hard on, and turned around holding two long necked bottles of beer. Now I was not of drinking age but at the same time, well versed in the sampling of alcohol. She cracked the lids, handed me one, and we knocked bottles. I took a sip, she drained half the bottle.

“So tell me a little about yourself…finished school?”

“No mam just going into my senior year.” She raised an eyebrow, “could have fooled me, I thought you were more like twenty one. Hmm that explains a lot…” She gave her red hair a toss and I could swear her green eyes became predatory.

“A young man like you, who is in great shape by the way, must have a posse of girls after him.” I became more flustered than usual and couldn’t meet her eyes.

“No mam, not much time with school and rowing and my sports.” She stared out the window with a distant look. I finished the beer and thanked her then headed back out to resume work. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her in the window; from below I couldn’t tell clearly, but I could swear that her hand was down the front of her suit.

The next two days went fast and I was looking forward to going out on the town for the first time since arrival. I met two locals who figured they could sneak me into a bar so away I went. I normally bus tables at night in the dining room, but had asked Charlotte for the night off. She gave me a big smile and said “go ahead have fun, but don’t be out so late that you can’t get up in the morning to help with early check outs.” The night wasn’t all that great. My two friends got me into a bar but they also got us into a shoving match and had us ejected. Things continued outside and I took off before anything more serious happened. I didn’t want to have to be bailed out of jail because the police would soon discover I was underage.

I got back to the Motel around midnight and tip toed into my room. I had a fair buzz going from the beer and briefly passed out, half naked, on the bed. A couple of minutes later I heard voices outside my bedroom door, male voices, two of them. They were saying good night to Charlotte and she was shushing and hurrying them out. It suddenly registered in my alcohol fogged brain that Ollie was out of town. Just who the hell were these voices, male voices at this time of night? Charlotte hustled them out and I heard her set the dead bolt. Then my door opened and I heard husky breathing. I was lying on top of the sheets with my back turned to the door in just my briefs. Charlotte came over to the edge of the bed and leaned over, I was instantly aware of pungent female musk.

“I know you’re not asleep…you came home at an inconvenient time, just when things were getting interesting. Wake up sexy boy it’s playtime.” She reached over and put a feverishly warm hand on my shoulder rolling me onto my back. Charlotte was wearing that shawl I’d seen earlier, the one which was more of a mirage than a garment, otherwise she was naked. I didn’t know where to look…her heaving tits or her moist red bush. She had what I would now call ‘that freshly fucked’ look about her. I was hard as a rock in a flash and desperately Bayan escort tried to cover the cock which was threatening to break free of my briefs. Charlotte sat beside me on the bed, took my hands away and in a swift movement had my briefs in the corner.

“You’ve never been with a woman before have you?” Those piercing green eyes were filled with lust. This time I held her stare. “Well maybe I have but perhaps you could help me?” I was so nervous I thought I was going to bite my tongue.

“Don’t be shy, there’s lots of things to learn. Mmmm you have such a nice, nice cock and body… Let my look at you.” She bent over and gently kissed my lips, a chaste kiss, then my cheeks and neck. All the while I was shaking like a leaf. When she took my hand and placed it on her breast I groaned and an electric shock rifled through my body. I palmed her stiff nipple and Charlotte arched her back, giving a love cry. I had felt female breasts before but never under these circumstances. Then she took my other hand and guided it onto the soft hairs of her mound. She was sopping and sticky. Later I realized that she was cum soaked but I could have cared less right about then. Now Charlotte was a small woman about 5’4″ and built like my friends and I would say a Brick…well you get the idea. She climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my throbbing dick. For the next thirty seconds I enjoyed the rapture of my lost virginity. Then it was shattered as I shot a geyser of cum into her. I was horrified! My first time with a real hot blooded woman and I’d lost it. I began to babble apologies, fearing she would laugh and reject me. Instead she gently climbed off and cuddled up next to me. With a skillful adjusting of sheet we were soon wrapped and snuggled while she cooed about how big I was and how great it would be next time. She said,

“Once you get your strength we are going to take it slow and I’m going to teach you things you’ve only read about in those magazines I left for you. She kissed my mouth, with a bit more passion, then snuggled in close and held me. As my pounding heart slowed, I snoozed. I was awakened with firm breasts pressed into my back and a gentle hand tickling my balls. My cock responded and I turned to meet her with a passionate kiss. Now this was familiar territory having made out a few times.

“So I see you’ve been kissed by someone other than your mother. Well, when you’re ready we can continue your education.” We tongue tussled for a while during which my cock regained stature then I moved to her nipples. She arched, offering each in turn.

“Not so fast…a little harder, yes, yes, just like that.”

I was a good pupil with a skilled teacher. When she slid down and took me in her mouth I thought I would come again. Remember, this was the sixties and oral sex was somewhat of a mystery that not all girls would agree to explore. She was the first to even initiate the blessed event. The skill, with which she brought me to the edge, was exquisite. To her credit, she suggested we shower before continuing the evening’s lesson. She led me by the cock through into the inner sanctum of their private playroom. My eyes took in things I had heard about and other’s I could only imagine the purpose of. In the middle of the room was a low platform bed with numerous pillows and a tangle of satin-silk sheets. The dominant color theme was red but with black accents. Numerous scented candles flickered. The scene was one of interrupted debauchery which reeked of sex.

We soaped one another and I tongue-washed every delightful curve. We ended up on my knees, face between her thighs. Her legs wrapped around my head and she leaned back, supporting herself on two short lengths of rope tied through rings bolted to the shower walls. Following her directions my tongue found her clit while my finger massaged her, “happy spot.”

“Oh God! That’s it…hmmmm how did you find it first time, you’re a fucking wonder!” I had only gotten this far once before in a cramped front seat of my Dad’s sports car, for as long as it took to discover that the girl was experiencing her time…she was too embarrassed and or scared to tell me. Suddenly Charlotte’s cramped body rigid, and let Escort out a yell. I’d never seen a real female orgasm before and almost dropped her. She didn’t pull away so I clued into what had happened and continued merrily on while my own cock pulsed in time to my tongue thrusts. Water was pouring over me but suddenly the taste buds of my tongue filled with glorious nectar. I thought my cock was going to burst. Charlotte freed one hand and gently pushed me off her clit while disengaging our embrace.

“There is a better place to continue lover, let’s towel off and then you’ll learn to fuck with your cock as well as your tongue.”

A few minutes later I was lying on top in missionary position. For the second time in my life I was soon balls deep inside a beautiful woman and my adolescent impatience had me thrusting wildly.

“Stop! Just slow down, savor each stroke and feel the warmth as my tunnel wraps around you.” She whispered in my ear, “Close your eyes and imagine each inch as it slides into me. Try to think how it feels from my side, and relish the joining of our bodies.” I followed her lead and very soon saw the wisdom. She began to move in rhythm, tightening and releasing my cock with expertise and obvious enjoyment. We locked hands, then eyes and I adjusted thrusts, melding with her body. We moved faster and I automatically felt the need to bear down, pushing harder and stronger. My cock became more than an appendage; it was a sensory organ receiving and providing pleasure as we gradually gained momentum. Beads of sweat formed between my shoulder blades and the sounds of flesh slapping and squishing were gradually augmented by Charlotte’s moans and my grunting. Her legs locked behind me as we ground together and her fingers dug into the backs of my arms while my breath came in ragged draughts.

Eventually, I lost control and with a mighty rush of seminal fluids, spewed like a rocket then I rolled off gasping for air. Charlotte whispered,

“Now that wasn’t bad, much better than the first time. Rest my young stud. In a bit, I’m going to teach you how to drive a woman out of her mind.”

We lay side by side as her finger wandered over my chest and stomach in slow lazy circles. Then she suckled my nipples and her finger strayed onto my cock which jumped. Soon we were locked in embrace once again. This time I was behind slapping, balls hard, against her ass while she grunted and writhed. Her fingers gripped the sheets, balling handfuls as she came twice, then a third time. I felt like king, my cock was so hard yet the urge to come had receded, as if my body wanted to fuck her for ever. After several intense minutes she pulled away

“Lie on your back and let me work that cock.” It was a command, not a request.

She mounted me with a wild look in her eyes. Moving into squatting position she began slowly rising and falling on my cock, the sheen of her juices glistened as it pooled in the mass of my blonde pubic hair. As Charlotte gradually increased the pace she began uttering lewd suggestions about how she was going to “fuck my young cock for the rest of the night.” Faster and faster she rose and fell, leaning back, hands on my knees, allowing me an eyeful of my cock penetrating puffy red lips; her body, piston-like, pounded my cock. The language became more intense and combined with the visual stimulation I felt my balls gathering a massive pool of need. She arched her back, thrust out her tits and howled as I unleashed a flood, shooting again and again, my seed being drawn as never before in my young life.

I came four times that night and the skin on my cock head was hyper-sensitive the next day as I helped hump luggage onto the tour bus. I didn’t see Charlotte for the rest of the day and Ollie returned home that night. I couldn’t face either of them for the better part of a week. If Ollie suspected anything, he gave no indication. In retrospect I recalled what the waitress had suggested about Charlotte and what happened when Ollie went away. In later years I came to realize that the whole business was possibly a set up. Charlotte had a rampant libido and sought many avenues of satisfaction. The head house keeper spent several nights with the Grants while she and her husband were “going through a rough patch” Ollie bought her a new car and she gave him a brief reprieve from Charlotte’s sex drive. Although she and I never shared a bed again, Charlotte left me with a life time of memory.

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I was never sure just what to make of Riley. I could describe her looks—a petite five foot-four with light blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her personality was that of a million girls in their early twenties, guarded and reserved in offering opinions, but forthright with sexuality. I can’t explain what made her offer her wiles to a guy in his early fifties—over and over. If I did, I’d be too busy with girls like her to bother writing about it.

I met her when my nephew Corey moved into his first apartment. I was recently separated from my cheating wife, so rather than sitting around feeling sorry for myself, I offered to help him move in. He was renting a house along with a college-age couple—his buddy Keith, and as you may have guessed, a little cutie named Riley.

I tried to warn Corey about moving in with a young couple. Kids that age are often just playing house when they cohabitate. But Corey was always a stubborn kid, and my sister was all too happy to get him out of her basement. He had a good work ethic and a plan for the future, so it wasn’t my call.

Keith was a different story. He was a lazy slob who didn’t know which end of a screwdriver to hold. How he got such a damn cute girlfriend as Riley was a mystery that baffled me from the moment I laid eyes on her. If she found him worthy of a roll in the sheets, I wondered, why not an older, refined and self-described handsome guy like me?”

That question got answered the first day. Corey was taking night classes at the local community college. Keith thought it would be a good idea to go out to the bar and leave his girlfriend to hang pictures and tidy the place up. I offered to stay and hang a few window blinds. As I was gathering my tools to bring them out to my truck, Riley stuck her head in the doorway and asked, “Do you think you could check the shower real quick? It won’t go on.”

I didn’t want to, nor was it my place to, but a damn cute girl was asking—a barefoot one in a skimpy top and a short denim skirt. “There’s no such thing as real quick when it comes to plumbing,” I replied, looking to garner sympathy. “But I suppose I could take a look.”

At first, I was sorry I offered. I found myself following pipes around the basement, looking for a shut-off valve that didn’t seem to exist. “You’ll need to call the landlord,” I capitulated. “I can’t seem to find it.”

That was the first time I saw the sparkle of frolic in Riley’s baby-blue oracles. She tilted her head and shifted her weight, bending one knee. “I was going to offer you a glass of wine,” she sang in a playful tone. “But I could really use a shower.”

I may have been fifty-two at the time, but I wasn’t going to let the little vixen’s baiting offer go unchallenged. It suddenly occurred to me the shutoff must be under the sink, but it was time to play the helpful handyman role for all it was worth. Grabbing a wrench and angled pliers, I lay on the floor, opened the vanity door, and climbed underneath. Sure enough, the two valves were there, in the off position.

“Hmm,” I called out from underneath. “This could be a bit of a job.”

It was then a small, warm palm worked beneath my t-shirt and rubbed my belly. “I’d really appreciate it,” she chimed, working her fingers under the waistband of my shorts.

“You shouldn’t offer less than you’re willing to deliver,” I replied as my staff rose in my shorts.

“How about you?” she asked. “Can you deliver?”

“I’ll give it all I’ve got.”

“Me too,” she squeaked, tugging my pants and boxers to my knees.

Through the open vanity door, I watched her flaxen hair drop over my thighs. It tickled my loins as she cupped my nuts in her small fingers. Through her shimmering mane, I saw her mouth open wide as she plunged over my beating knob. Wrapping her lips around my ardent staff, she twiddled her tongue at the base of my bulb as my groan reverberated beneath the sink.

The moist warmth of her mouth made my eyes cross as she sucked. I inhaled and moaned again as she bobbed up and down—her thin lips gliding over the chiseled features of my aching post. My balls tingled as she licked her way down the underside of my stiff offering. Stroking in long, slow cycles, she flicked my sac, then sucked my left jewel into her mouth.

I wondered for a moment how she could be living with such a scraggly chump as Keith. Perhaps he was hung like a horse. It didn’t matter. The pangs of blissful climax were building along my length.

It was the first beejay I’d gotten in a long time, and a damn good one at that. Rayanne, my estranged wife, seldom offered more than a quick suck to get me hard enough to pry her clench. Once I began to suspect she was banging a younger guy, she stopped bothering and offered only an occasional pity fuck to keep me guessing.

There was no pity in Riley’s effort—just plain showing off. She stopped a few times and stared at my throbbing manhood in a fitting testament to her youthful skill. My tingling balls shifted as she lolled her way Escort bayan back up my length and dunked over my throbbing knob again. Twitches rippled through my hilt as I let out a warning grunt. She bobbed down and hummed, signaling her intent to consume my offering.

It made no sense to keep her waiting. I wasn’t trying to impress her with staying power. I was trying to come in a girl’s mouth for the first time in more than a decade. It was the easiest thing I’d done in years, and the most delightful. With a hardy groan, I levied my load with a jolt, heaving a viscous opening volley onto her ever-twiddling tongue. A bevy of lust-driven salvoes followed, heaving the contents of my sac into her gulping gullet as she stroked in cadence to my blissful beats.

As my bursts faded to wishful pulses, Riley’s phone chimed on the countertop above. She stood up and answered, leaving a pearly dribble oozing from the tip of my flaccid meat. I flipped on the valves and climbed out as she spoke quietly to the caller. “I gotta take a shower first,” she said. Setting her phone down, she turned to me and offered, “You’ll need to take a rain check on the glass of wine. Keith wants me to meet him at the bar.”

“Fair enough,” I replied, tucking in my shirt. Gathering the few tools I had out, I picked up my keys and climbed into my truck.

As I drove toward my place, I couldn’t help but think about how sex affects the human animal in a way no drug can rival. Right or wrong, we keep score and settle conflicts with it. In most instances, someone who wants to hurt you must act on you, but not so with sex. They hurt you by interacting with someone else. Rayanne and I had grown apart to the point where sex between us was nothing special, but the thought of her offering herself to another left a squeezing pressure in my solar plexus. To complete the insult, she asked for a trial separation, which translated to me as an excuse to fuck someone else without bothering to file for divorce.

She had taken up with a guy in his mid-thirties named Erik. He was a real geek in my estimation—a tri-athlete wannabe who shaved his chest and legs to swim faster, but tried to hide the fact that he smoked. When I left, I moved three houses down the road to an apartment Rayanne and I owned together, so I couldn’t help notice when he came to visit her. From the hours they kept, it was clear he didn’t want to live with her. He’d come by after supper and leave before midnight.

As I drove past our home of twenty years, Erik was just driving off. I wasn’t longing to get Rayanne back. The bell of iniquity cannot be un-rung. Since we split, the most I hoped for was to eventually get over it—before I met Riley, that is. I somehow felt empowered by our brief interlude, even if she had just done it for kicks. I wanted to interact with Rayanne, knowing the pungent taste of my seed still salted a young beauty’s taste buds. Something told me it would change my outlook. It was only ten o’clock, so I made up the excuse of needing to pick up a few tools from the basement.

“Sari,” squawked Rayanne as she opened the door. “You-you really shouldn’t be here.”

“Just need my belt sander and a few heavy clamps,” I replied. “I’ll come by Saturday and box up the rest.”

“Don’t rush,” she crackled. “I told you…it’s only a trial separation. It’s not like I filed—”

“Fine,” I interrupted as I walked past. “I won’t rush.”

“But checking up on me won’t—”

“Not checking,” I called as I went down the basement stairs. “Have fun.”

“So you needed tools at ten o’clock?” she asked from the top of the basement stairs.

“For tomorrow,” I shouted. “Someone asked a favor and I wanna help her.”

“Her?”

I didn’t answer. A minute later, as I climbed the stairs with a dusty sander under my arm, Rayanne met me with a glass of wine. “Stay for half an hour,” she pleaded, leading me to the sofa.

Rayanne had lost my trust, but not my eye. She betrayed me, but the pulsing in my crotch wasn’t a matter of trust. Besides, for a gal of forty-eight, she was damn good looking. Hot enough to attract a pretty boy athlete, in fact. Her long, curly black hair framed deep, dark eyes and pouty red lips. She wore a sleek robe she had evidently bought to show off for Erik, but in minutes it was opened wide to reveal a satin night gown, also purchased during our trial separation.

One more thing I’ve found about sex—when it rains, it pours. I should have been crying like a cuckold, but my semen was coursing through a college girl’s veins as I spoke to Rayanne. I thought of it sloshing in Riley’s tummy, along with tequila chasers. No cuck here, I thought to myself as I leaned in for a kiss.

“Sari,” confessed Rayanne, “You should know…Erik just left.”

Sniffing her breath, I asked, “Would I taste him if I kissed you?”

“Don’t be silly. You know I don’t do that. But we…had sex. He-he’s in me.”

“This should be interesting,” I whispered, spreading the lapel of Bayan escort her robe and dropping it off her tanned shoulders.

Rayanne whimpered as she slid the spaghetti straps of her gown over her arms to reveal her ample breasts and erect nipples. I pressed my lips to hers differently than I ever remembered doing. I wasn’t trying to win her back. I was going to enjoy sex with her—to bang her in tawdry impulsive lust, like another beau she invited over. Tugging off my shorts, I didn’t worry about introducing my prowess to her mouth for a compulsory suck. She never gave that much effort anyway. I knew she was teeming with another man’s seed. What I wanted was to bathe the stretched skin of my manhood in the puddle of iniquity pooled in her depths.

She lifted her hips as I pulled the gown over her knees. A blot of goo on her crimson panties testified to her recent gratifying encounter. Pulling them over her feet, I cupped the stained crotch in my palm and brought it to her lips. “Look at that,” I whispered.

“I-I’m sorry,” she lamented—eyes trained down at the pearly gob.

“No you’re not,” I whispered. “It’s what you wanted. It’s what all this was about. Take in the aroma of what he left in you.”

“Sari…I-I don’t—”

“Hush,” I persisted, touching them to her chin.

She closed her eyes and inhaled. “Manhood,” I whispered. “Testosterone. You gave in to the primordial instinct to be seeded with new genealogy. That’s why you strayed. Right now, tens of millions of sperm are—”

Be quiet and get inside me,” she purred without opening her eyes. “Plant your seed on top of his.” With that, she slid down, planted her feet on the floor and spread her legs.

I kicked off my shorts and knelt between her thighs. Spreading her labial lips, I peered at the glistening pink tissues of her vestibule. She must have known what I was looking for, because she pushed out a shimmering dribble of Erik’s ancestral recipe. As it ran into the cleft of her buttocks, I swabbed it with my throbbing bulb and planted back into her clench.

I could barely describe the look on her face—guilt, pleasure and sheer need coalesced as the corners of her mouth dropped and a low moan emanated from her chest. I grasped her waistline, pressed my thumbs on either side of her navel, and shimmed into position. In one long stroke, I buried myself to the hilt, reaming her semen-laden inners and plunging a pearly ring of white around my girth.

Rayanne cooed as my sac finally bottomed out against her buttocks. I retreated half-way, then mounted another charge, sliding into her velvet hug through the slick remnants of Erik’s insemination. As my rhythm increased to a lustful measure, her lower lip trembled. Peering into my eyes, she stammered,” I-I w-want—”

I didn’t let her finish. Withdrawing from her confines, I knelt on the sofa and presented my rock-hard shaft, glazed with viscous white produce. To my elated surprise, she plunged over half my length and clasped her lips tight, lolling my encased shaft with her tongue.

Circling her gush button with one finger, I watched her glistening lips wipe my rod dry. Just as I got ready to climb back between her legs, she pressed my engorged meat against my belly and lapped my sac like a pooch drinking water. I didn’t know whether she’d treated Erik to such enjoyment or not. I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask—not then at least.

Her thighs wiggled briefly before she rocked her pelvis and froze. I’d never heard her scream so loud. Her tummy contracted as a spray of womanly thanks soaked the carpet and the coffee table. I pushed my palm over her apex as she wailed again. Her second wash deflected off my fingers, soaking her thighs, buttocks, and bush. With her pelvis still undulating, she rolled over and dropped her knees on the floor, pressing her elbows into the sofa cushion. “Come in me!” she pleaded. “Fill me!”

Scampering behind her, I knelt and buried the head of my plow. After smearing the jizz on my palm over the small of her back, I grasped her hips and broke into lustful cadence. Sloshing sounds filled the air, along with the rhythmic slapping of my nuts as I pounded her like never before. Pangs of orgasmic voltage shot through my length as she begged again, “Come in me, Sari! Please come in me!”

Taking in a deep breath, I thrust forward, locked my hips, and answered her plea. With her inners squeezing my every tingling inch, the twitches in my hilt grew to jolts of rapture, heaving jet after jet of fulfillment into her silky confines. Rayanne squealed to the beat of my spurts as I transferred the fruit of my balls into her living vault. We sang a note together—alto and tenor in harmony as my spurts faded off.

Rayanne let out a final coo as I withdrew from her seed-laden crevice. She climbed up onto the sofa as I grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom for a washcloth. On the way, I picked up her phone and brought it with me. Closing the door, I searched through her contacts for her ex-friend Escort Kristie’s number. Kristie had hit on me a few years back, and though Rayanne never spoke to her again, I knew she wasn’t one to delete phone numbers. I found it under Skank Kristie and sent it to my phone. It was wrong of me on one level, but I hadn’t started it all.

“I’ll be in the bedroom,” called Rayanne from the living room. “Should I bring your wine in?”

“If you want a second glass,” I answered.

“You’re not going to stay?”

“I don’t think so,” I replied, setting her phone back where I found it.

“Dammit, Sari,” she complained. “It might be the last time I ask.”

“It won’t be,” I answered with newfound confidence. “Take some time and get your tank topped off by a few more guys. Erik’s kind of a dweeb. You can do better.”

For a week or so, I second-guessed that decision. Kristie never answered the voicemail I left and Riley hadn’t called back. The next Saturday, I was just sitting down to look at a dating website when Corey called. “Uncle Sari,” he asked. “Do you know how to change out a screen on a storm door? Keith busted it moving a chair in and the landlord saw it. He got pissed. I told him we’d fix it. We can pay you.”

“It’s a screen,” I replied. “It’ll take me ten minutes. You over there now?”

“No, but Keith is.”

Might as well, I figured. Perhaps seeing me again would jog Riley’s memory and she’d renew her promise. Stopping at Rayanne’s, I rushed into the garage to grab a roll of screen. “Can we talk?” she asked as I closed the garage door.

“Not now,” I answered. “Emergency.”

“A screen emergency?”

“Call me later, Rayanne. I’m helping Corey out.”

I drove the quick ten minute trip and gave a hopeful knock on the front door of the kid’s house. I have to admit being disappointed when Keith answered, but a promise is a promise. More to my chagrin, Riley was nowhere to be found. It turned out the screen wasn’t even torn. The spleen had simply peeled out of the slot. I rolled it back in place and left without as much as saying bye to boring-boy.

After another ten minutes, I stepped in my front door and set my keys on the foyer table, right next to another set with a pink smiley-face on the chain. Peering into the living room, I saw a pair of dainty legs crossed at the ankles. Small feet with red toenails rested on the coffee table beside two glasses of white wine. Stepping around the corner, my eyes delighted in the sight of Riley’s petite, naked frame on the lounge chair. Small, perky breasts and alabaster skin adorned her torso. Set in her navel was a pearl, inset in gold. Square, back-framed glasses made her all the more adorable as she leaned forward and handed me a glass. “Where’d you get a name like Sari?” she asked after taking a sip. “It sounds like you’re apologizing for something.”

“It’s better than Stinky,” I quipped, kicking off my shoes. “And I’m not apologizing for anything.”

I don’t remember drinking my wine or taking the rest of my clothes off. I do remember my staff standing at a stout upward angle—too stiff to wag as I knelt between her knees and stuck my palms under her buttocks. She giggled as I lifted her pelvis and brought her apex to my chin. As I dashed my tongue over her clitoris, the aroma of youthful estrogen filled my nasal cavity with a pungency I hadn’t known in decades. With a laughing growl, I pressed my nose into the scruff of her bush and dug my wiggling tongue into the nectar of her honey pot. As I flicked her love button again, she cooed and wrapped her little calves around my back. “You’re good at that.” she moaned. “Make me come with your tongue.”

Just like when the little siren asked me to fix the shower, her voice sounded so sweet I couldn’t say no. I rubbed my hands up the soft but firm skin of her torso and tweaked her nipples as I dug in again. Her moans rose to squeals as she gyrated at the waist, grinding her seeping slit against my open mouth. The next time I dashed her gush button, I got more than I bargained for.

Riley went stiff, but her pelvis squeezed inward as a prolonged gush of heavenly reward splashed over my chin and neck. She screeched as I dug in and flicked her erect nub, drawing a second and third burst. Being the big ham I always was, I coaxed every dribble I could nurture from her quivering crevice. Not since I was too young to appreciate it had I heard such precious squeaks of pleasure from a girl her age. Her song-filled voice dropped an octave as she gritted her teeth and growled, “Get that cock in me!”

Grabbing hold of her ankles, I outstretched my arms and spread her legs into a V as she pushed my engorged shaft into her seeping clench. We moaned together as my throbbing bulb pried her labial gate to bathe in the slick, rich lube oozing from her inners. I tucked my chin to my chest and gazed down my torso at her entrance to ecstasy, clamped mid-shaft around my girth. With a quick shim of my hips, I gained a delightful inch into the warmth of her velvet hug. Retreating slightly, I saw the shimmering gloss of her juices basting my offering. I turned my attention to her deep blue eyes and proposed, “You may want to take off your glasses. They might get broken.”

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Monica worked at a local Mortgage company. One of the staff had quit and moved unexpectedly which meant the workload was increased for the rest of the employees. But Monica had stepped up and put in lots of overtime to help out. Then her boss, the department manager had suffered a heart attack and been forced to retire. Again Monica was instrumental in keeping things going. Then they had surprised her by hiring two new employees and promoting Monica to the open manager’s position. Now, she sat in her office and tried to focus on work, but all she could think of was last night’s sex. As she interacted with the other women, most of them her age, she wondered what they would think if they knew she had fucked her son. Then the thought occurred to her that they probably had skeletons in their closets as well. Did one of them screw her son? Or daughter? Or a sibling? Maybe one of them was into something weird or kinky, or had a strange fetish…

Lunchtime came and since she had been rushed this morning and packed nothing, Monica went out to eat. She picked a nice little German-themed place that served great brats in a slew of different ways. She had just paid and turned to bump into Judith Williams.

“Hi, Monica! How are you?” Judith said smiling.

“Great!”

“Oh and Shawn tells me you just got a promotion last week, congratulations!”

“Oh, yes, thank you!”

“May I join you?” Judith asked.

“Sure, uhm… how about that booth over there?”

They chatted casually and Monica relaxed. She’d instantly feared that somehow Judith knew what had happened, but that would mean Tyler had called and told Shawn after being admonished not to. No, he wouldn’t do that. And the longer they talked, the more clear it became that Judith didn’t have a clue that they had incest in common. Incest. There it was, that word, that taboo, that thrill. The longer she sat with Judith, the more she thought about her and Shawn having sex. Judith was much slimmer and had dark hair. Monica was suddenly imagining Judith’s naked body, her long legs wrapped around Shawn’s waist as his hips humped…

After a while, she felt comfortable enough to probe Judith a little, just for fun.

“How’s Shawn doing? I haven’t spent much time with him recently.”

“Oh, he’s fine. He’s working under me actually.”

“Shawn’s under you? Really?” Monica replied innocently. “How’s that working out?”

“Oh, it’s great. He’s a hard worker. Not afraid to break a sweat or go the extra mile for me, or the customer. Since my Father left the flower shop to me, I’ve had trouble keeping a good staff around. And Tate, of course, wouldn’t leave his job to help, so I offered the position to Shawn and he’s been wonderful.”

“I’ll bet. It must be so nice to have him around.”

“Uhm, yes, yes it is. He set up our security cameras and helped me improve our I.T. stuff. I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” Monica said smiling. “I feel the same way about Tyler. He makes my world a happier, more joyful place… especially recently.”

There was a very brief flash of confusion on Judith’s face, followed by suspicion.

“Really? I thought he’d be off chasing girls, or isn’t he more the bookish type?”

“Oh he’s a good student, learns quick. But he’s got too big a heart. Luckily no slut has come along to take advantage of him. You know, when we were little, they called boys like ours ‘Momma’s Boys’ and teased them terribly. What’s wrong with a boy being kind, considerate, helpful, interested in things other than sports? What’s wrong with a mother and son having a healthy, loving relationship?” Monica asked. “In many ways, he has replaced his father.”

Judith choked and stared at Monica in shock and finally recognition. She was obviously fighting to control her face but nervously glanced around.

“I-I…”

“Judith, I love my son, he’s my whole world right now. You can understand that, right?” Monica said softly.

“Uh, yes… I suppose you could say that… I mean, Shawn has made my life better…”

“Especially now?” Monica asked. “Now that he’s grown?”

Judith blushed and looked around again. “Y-Yes, b-but how…”

“Oh, let’s just say you made him so happy he had to share with his best friend. And I forced it out of Tyler.”

“How?”

“How do you think?”

“Oh my god!”

“How long Judith?” Monica asked. “Oh don’t worry, I’m hardly in a position to tell anyone. I just need to know that I’m not alone.”

Judith smiled and relaxed somewhat. “Five months,” she said. “And you?”

“Last night.”

“Oh my god!”

“It was wonderful. He was so sweet and attentive. It made me feel twenty years younger, happier than I’ve been in years.”

“Tell me,” Judith leaned in close and whispered, “Was he a virgin? Did you pop his cherry?”

“Yes, and it was a sweet experience for both of us. Something to treasure forever.”

“Oh, I know!” Judith replied. “Shawn was too. I had to slow him down though, sweet boy was terribly excited. But he has improved remarkably!”

“Look, Escort bayan Judith, this is a shock for me. I have a lot to think about and my life is suddenly more complicated. I’m nervous about this. I’m committed, of course, there’s no going back now. I just need a friend to confide in, someone who’s in a position to advise me or just listen without judging me. Now that our cards are on the table, will you do that? Will you be there for me?”

“Oh god, Monica! Of course I will! Hell, I’ve needed someone to talk to as well! I was a nervous wreck at first, I’ve adjusted to it, but I still get scared sometimes. I’d love to get together and share a bottle of wine. When can you come over?”

“Well it won’t be tonight, I plan on getting fucked as soon as I get home. Tyler’s off today and tomorrow, so… maybe the day after?”

“Thursday? Sure Do you want to meet up after work? Say five-thirty?”

“That would be great!” Monica replied. “Oh, and let’s not mention this to the boys right now. Best to keep them in the dark.”

“Oh, I agree,” Judith replied.

That afternoon went by quickly. Monica was more relaxed and able to focus. She didn’t start thinking about sex until after she got in her car and started home. She pulled into the garage and got out of her car, then waited for the overhead door to close. Monica was wearing a long skirt and matching blazer in navy blue with a white blouse and her black knee-high boots. She quickly lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down and off, stuffing them into her purse. Next, she unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse.

When Monica entered the kitchen, she found Tyler putting dinner on the table. He was a talented cook and the aroma of the petite sirloins was mouth-watering. She smiled. He’d set out the good china, silverware, and crystal. There were even candles.

“Awww baby! Look at this! It’s charming, you’re so sweet!” She said and kissed him.

Tyler looked down her blouse at her deep cleavage and the boldly displayed white lace bra. He kissed her mounds of flesh.

“I know you didn’t wear it like this at work…”

“Oh no, baby, this is just for you,” she said and shed her blazer before sitting down.

The meal was excellent but both rushed through it. Monica daubed her lips and stood, taking her wine glass with her. She strolled into the living room and stood behind the big leather sofa. The sun had set and the room was growing dark. She felt Tyler standing behind her. Monica killed her wine and set the glass down. Turning she put her arms around his waist and they kissed. Her hands lifted his shirt and she caressed his back. Tyler kissed her neck and chest, then her domed breasts as she sighed. He loosened the remaining buttons and pushed the blouse out of the way. His hands squeezed her cups and Monica returned the favor by pulling his shirt up. Tyler paused to pull it off and drop it. Monica turned around and pressed her ass up against his bulging jeans. She bent over and widened her stance, leaning over the back of the sofa.

“Whatcha waiting for?” she asked in her best sultry alto growl.

Tyler dropped his jeans and briefs and lifted her skirt, caressing her legs as his hands slid higher, and higher until they reached her bare ass.

“Ohhh w-wow…” he mumbled.

Monica expected him to jab it in excitedly but again he surprised her. Tyler started by kissing her hips, and ass. He even pressed his face into her ass to reach her pussy. His kisses were thrilling and she knew she had to teach him cunnilingus soon. Tyler stood and pushed his cock into her. Monica was so wet and aroused that he had no difficulty getting it in. She moaned as he used short strokes to spread her fluid and then gasped as he pushed all of the way in.

“Oh god, that feels so good baby.” she moaned.

Gripping her hips, Tyler began to fuck her in a nice steady rhythm. Monica was watching the lights come on in the neighborhood and cars drive past on the street. The house was dark, no one could see inside, yet it felt brazen and daring nonetheless. She cooed encouragement to her lover and soon felt his hands fussing with the five hooks of her bra clasp. Finally, he got them all and she dropped the bra onto the sofa and her tits were free. He couldn’t reach them, but his hands caressed her back from her waist to her shoulders and it felt awesome. The cool leather against the underside of her breasts was exciting too. Monica watched a man walking his dog down the sidewalk, heard sirens in the distance, and held on as Tyler continued to pump his wonderful, thick cock in and out of her pussy. She again heard the erotic music of their breathing, their moaning and the wet, squishy sounds from her pussy. She was so aroused that her body was working overtime to produce lube, it was practically gushing and she could feel it running down her inner thighs. God, it felt so good! So wicked and nasty. Her wetness reached her knees and she couldn’t recall ever being this drenched. She didn’t want it to end, she wanted him to keep fucking her for a long time, and yet she Bayan escort longed for his flood of warm cum to fill her.

“Damn, Mom, you’re so fucking wet!”

“Yes, baby. Because of you. Because of your big cock. You’re making me this wet.”

“You have an awesome pussy Mom, It feels so good. So snug and warm and wet. I never expected it to feel this good.”

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder, fuck me faster!” she moaned. “Fill my pussy with cum!”

Tyler grabbed her bunched up skirt with both hands and started pounding her. They were both groaning and Monica’s tits were slapping against the sofa. Monica came first, her orgasm exploding suddenly with an unexpected intensity that caused her legs to tremble uncontrollably and her pussy spasmed, squirting her fluids, her cum onto them both. She cried out.

“OH FUUUCK! YESSSS! AHHHH!”

Tyler felt her pussy squeezing his cock and fucked her harder. Her fluids sprayed his cock, balls, and legs and he heard her cry out and it drove him to orgasm. He came, and came, and came. His vision blurred and his knees buckled. He had to lean on her for support for a moment. He kissed her back a few times and slowly stood up. He was breathing hard.

Monica pushed back against him to make him back up and then pulled away and turned to face him. Her chest rose and fell as she too struggled to catch her breath. She clutched her skirt in her hands and spun it around until she could reach the buttons. She then lifted it off over her head and tossed it onto the sofa behind her. She pulled Tyler to her and, kissing him, wrapped him in a fierce, tight hug for the longest time. She could feel the wetness seeping from her happy pussy and running down her legs and it was so erotic. They finally broke the kiss but stood there in each other’s arms, foreheads touching.

“Damn son, that was fantastic,” she finally said. “I had a great orgasm! You made Mommy’s pussy very happy.”

Tyler grinned. “You’re a great fuck too Mom.”

Monica leaned back against the sofa. “Next lesson, sometimes, to please your lover, you might be asked to do something that seems strange, weird or maybe even unappealing. But if you really want them to reciprocate for you, you need to suck it up and soldier on. Can you do that?”

“I guess so. If I really care about them, yeah I should be able to.”

“Okay,” Monica said, “come here. Now reach down and gently caress my pussy.” She involuntarily sighed at his touch. “Oh my… Good, now carefully slip your fingers inside me. That’s it… Feel how wonderfully wet, how gloriously gooey it is? That thrills me. That’s a turn on for me. Now hold your hand up. Ah yes, look at that nice gooey mess, can you smell our scent? The ‘stink of sex’ some call it, well I love it! And because I know it turns you on, I do this.”

Monica took his hand and slowly sucked each finger clean. “Do it again,” she told him and a moment later Tyler held up his sticky fingers. Again she cleaned them off. Then while still sucking on his finger she held up her hand. It too was covered in glistening wetness. She slowly reached out and held it under his nose. “Smell it.” He inhaled and smiled.

“I kinda like it,” he said.

“Good, now taste it,” she said and pressed her fingers to his mouth. Tyler timidly licked a little and Monica smiled. “Go on baby, it’s okay. All it is is a natural healthy product of our bodies. Prove to me that you will do as I ask, whatever it is. Suck my fingers.”

Tyler opened his mouth and sucked her fingers clean. Timidly at first but he adapted quickly. Monica led him into the living room proper and closed the blinds. Privacy assured she turned on a lamp.

“Light the fireplace,” she said and then took a throw pillow from the easy chair and lay in front of the fire. The warmth felt wonderful and she spread her legs and toyed with her pussy while Tyler watched.

“Pussy anatomy 101, get close and pay attention,” she said. “This is my mons venus or mound. It pads and protects my pubic bone. The advantage of a big girl is that it is usually bigger, thicker, offering more padding. These are my labia or outer lips. They protect my delicate parts. They are also a great place to kiss and lick as you perform on your lover. No, not now. Wait until I finish. Inside them are my inner labia or inner lips. They protect my vaginal opening. Gently mouthing, licking or sucking may please and arouse your lover, it does for me. Opening them you can see my vaginal opening. This is a great place to kiss and lick, and you will be rewarded by my fluids here as they flow from my vagina here. If you tease that with your tongue, it is also pleasing. Now above that, this little, hard to see opening is my urethra, and above that at the top is my clitoris. Now just as cock size varies in men, clit size varies in women. Mine apparently is medium-sized. Some are smaller and some, like your Aunt Kate, are bigger.”

“How big?” he asked.

“About this big,” Monica answered showing the end of her little finger.

“Wow!”

“Yes, and although a bigger clit might be easier Escort to work with your tongue, there is no correlation between size and orgasm. The art of oral sex on a female is called cunnilingus. It is great when the giver is talented, distracting when they are not. Now lay down and give it a try, I’ll coach you as you go, okay?”

“Sure!”

Tyler obviously lacked skill but he certainly was enthusiastic. Monica coached him on his technique and basked in the warmth of the fire, and the warmth spreading from her loins. She began to caress her breasts and toy with her nipples. Tyler’s clumsy but eager efforts wouldn’t normally be enough to give her an orgasm, but the whole thing, the fire, the dark living room, the fact that it was her son, that she was teaching her own son the art of cunnilingus… That pushed the experience beyond what his amateurish efforts alone could do. The thrill of the forbidden. She realized that was what excited her. Oh sure, she loved Tyler, and the recent reawakening of her libido was wonderful, but deep in her gut, she knew that the violation of the social taboo was playing a big part in it. A tiny part of her was screaming, begging to be allowed to do more, to dare more, to violate more taboos, to be free…

She thought about her sisters and the incest they’d shared, the times they’d made love and wondered if either of them would accept her relationship with Tyler, or condemn her. Would they think it was crossing the line? Or would they understand? Hell, would they want to fuck him too?

Tyler was in heaven, The more he licked, sucked and nuzzled his mom’s pussy, the more he liked it. Her juices were sweet and he was quickly hooked. He tried probing her vagina with his tongue but couldn’t reach as far as he would like to, yet she seemed to enjoy it. He was captivated by her scent as well as her flavor. Add to that, the feeling of her warm, soft, smooth inner thighs on his cheeks and the whole thing up several notches. He’d wondered for years what the attraction was when other boys talked excitedly about eating pussy. Now he knew, and a part of him believed that no inexperienced, skinny girl could be as wonderful as this big, beautiful woman. Tyler’s cock was hard and he longed to fuck her and cum again, but damn, this was too good to stop!

But Monica was fully aware that he was hard again and rolled him onto his back. She mounted him and rode him. It didn’t take long before he was cumming again. Blessed with the resilience and stamina of youth, Tyler filled her with more cum and Monica smiled in satisfaction.

“Oh, yes, that’s it. Baby. That’s it. Yes… Ohhhh I love it.”

Monica showered with Tyler afterward. Allowing him to caress her all over was a thrill for both of them. They toweled each other dry and climbed into bed and spooned. As she dozed off, Monica had to admit that it felt wonderful to be held like this again.

The next morning Tyler awoke with his typical morning woody and although she was not ready for more sex, Monica sucked him off. It was easy and he was so horny that it was quickly over. Monica dressed and headed for work.

When she came home from work, she informed Tyler that she wanted to hold off on the sex until bedtime. He seemed a little disappointed at first but Monica made it worthwhile. After dinner and a little TV, Monica went and changed into a nice, sexy black babydoll nightgown. She seduced Tyler and they made love off and on for the next three hours before collapsing in exhaustion and drifting off into blissful slumber.

Thursday Monica met with Judith Wilson after work. They had agreed on a nicer bar and appeared to simply be two women having a drink and gossiping. Monica had asked the hostess for a table in the corner, out of the way and they were safe enough to talk freely.

“So, how often do you guys fuck?” Monica asked once the ice was broken.

“God! At first, it was every day and more on weekends! It was almost too much!” Judith answered grinning. “But I couldn’t very well deny him.”

“Oh I know,” Monica replied, “Tyler wants to fuck so much it’s crazy. But I’ve got to admit, it’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Tell me about it! I’ve never fucked this much in my life! And the young guy has so much energy and tons of cum!”

“Well, not only that but the whole taboo side of it is thrilling as well,” Monica said. “I have moments of sanity where I tell myself this has to end, but fortunately they always pass.”

“Thank god for that. I think it’s a shame more Mothers don’t get to bond with their boys like this.”

“Well said. But what I want to know is how did it start for you? How did it happen?”

Judith looked around to make sure no one was within earshot, then leaned in conspiratorial.

“I caught him masturbating while watching porn. I guess he didn’t hear me come in. He was so embarrassed, I felt bad for him. I was surprised to see the porn was of middle-aged women, like us, with young guys. Not typical porn stars, real people, you know? And damn if I didn’t feel turned on. I asked him bluntly if he was a virgin, and he said yes. I asked him why these women, not young hotties. He said because they were real, not actors and it was easier to believe it could really happen. So my next question was what would he do if I was naked in his bed.”

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Bondage…Now there’s a subject about which I know very little. Don’t get me wrong, I have seen some very mild, well I assume it’s mild, stuff on video and shall we say I have been a little ‘intrigued’, nothing heavy you understand but a little ‘restraint’ possibly never hurt anyone!

‘If you don’t ask you don’t get’ has always been one of my sayings and so I thought, as I lay one bright morning with Mary on our boat, that I might as well say something.

Mary was lying, as she often did, just cuddling me and every now and again brushing my dick when I told her ‘I think I would like to be heavily teased’. ‘What is that supposed to mean?’ she said ‘how heavy is heavy?’.

‘You know, stopped from fully taking part but being part of the whole experience despite being… hampered’.

‘Can I assume this means some good friends being in on this?’ she queried and immediately got her answer in the way my dick started to stiffen. ‘Oh, I think I see’ she mused, and then started to work my burgeoning cock for all she was worth.

‘I will talk to our lovely friends Ann and James’ she said ‘I am sure they will have some interesting ideas!!!’

And I came; I came like a geyser, spraying my white juice all over Mary’s hand and arm, draining my balls so deep I thought I would never stop twitching. ‘Who’s a naughty boy then?’ said Mary. ‘Thinking nasty thoughts about beautiful women and well endowed men!’ I had to agree.’ I am’ I moaned, ‘so make sure you do something about it!’

A couple of weeks later on a Friday morning Mary was getting ready to go to work and as I put her briefcase in the car she said to me, ‘We have to go out tonight so make sure you have showered and tidied up by the time I get home. I will be home after meetings about 5pm and we will be off’. ‘Will we need to take anything?’ I asked,’ Only a toothbrush and a thong!’ she quipped as the car door shut and she reversed and drove off.

I packed two toothbrushes, or is that toothbrushi, and two thongs, well if she is going to be difficult so can I!! and I was ready when she pulled onto the drive later in the afternoon.

As soon as we were 5 minutes into the journey I knew where we were going, or I thought I did, as we were heading in the direction of Ann and James’s house, but then we went past their place and stopped a mile or so down the road at another house. The gates opened when Mary flashed a remote control at them and we proceeded down a long drive past the river and up to a large house covered in ivy and obviously very old.

I was escorted from the car and taken into the hallway where a blindfold was put on me.’ This will make you think!’ Mary told me ‘Don’t worry, you are perfectly safe, nothing horrible will happen to you, I just want you to remember this for the rest of your life’.

The house was very quiet as Mary led me down a flight of stairs and along a corridor, it was very warm bedava bahis but that was all I could detect, along with the silence, until Mary opened what I could tell was a heavy door and we entered a room.

Mary sat me down in a chair which had a partially reclining back, a little like a deck chair but not quite so extreme, no arms and very comfortable. She tied my arms lightly to something, with something quite soft and told me,’You must not move until I tell you, in fact you must ONLY DO what I tell you’.

Then it went quiet. I couldn’t tell if Mary was still there or not and it was then that I started to wonder if this was the right thing to do.

A few minutes passed and I started to hear movements. Mary was there because she said ‘I am going to untie your bonds and I want you to take all your clothes off and sit down again’. I happily did as I was told and was not surprised to find that my cock was beginning to stir. ‘You are getting a little ahead of yourself’ I was told and a soft ‘something’ was flicked across my dick. That did nothing to soften me, in fact it increased the size of my erection so I wasn’t ‘flicked’ again and I gained full strength when the ties were put back around my arms.

That was when the hands arrived. Four hands to be precise. They started on my shoulders and worked their way down my chest, arms, thighs and legs before finally settling their wanderings in the area of my crutch. ‘Spread your thighs wide’ came the command and as I did so I felt a body settle itself between them and commence a slow licking of my shaft from head to balls. I sensed at the same time another body straddle my thighs without sitting on me and a nipple was thrust against my drying lips. They were not dry for long as I licked them and the nipple, which was being offered to me.

Then the other noises started. A sigh, a slight groan, low whimperings, all so intriguing, and as the mouth continued to work on my genitals and the nipples continued to be thrust into my welcoming mouth my dick stretched to proportions I didn’t think were possible.

I was close to cumming down the heavenly throat working on me and then it all stopped. Both bodies moved away from me and I was left ‘on the verge’

The blindfold was removed and the sight that greeted my eyes was truly beautiful.

I was in a room all draped in lush maroon hangings, with a huge fire burning in an immense fireplace and, on the sheepskin rug in front of me, was a low table.

Laid on it completely naked was Mary, her feet on the floor on either side of the table, her hands also on the floor and her head supported on a small cushion on one end of the table.

The light of the fire made her body glow with the thin film of sweat that covered her and she moved slightly against the ties that were holding her arms and legs to the table legs.

Between her thighs was James, again casino siteleri naked and sporting his usual large erection and brushing her pussy against Mary’s lips was Ann, rocking gently back and forwards against Mary’s tongue and pinching her nipples in a silent, lust ridden trance.

God it was amazing, and my cock, which had begun to wilt, after the disappointment of not cumming started to rise again with the sight of the slow eroticism before my eyes.

I heard soft footfalls on the thick carpet of the room from behind me and a well-manicured pair of hands started again to play with my prick. Tanya was there! I couldn’t mistake those lovely slim fingers and as she knelt beside me and played with me Brian stood behind her stroking his enormous cock to full size. The lust in his eyes was very evident as he gazed at her slightly spread thighs and the pink, moist pussy lips that appeared between them. She was also displaying her puckered little ‘back door’ and Brian was not oblivious to that spectacle either.

Tanya’s mouth engulfed me as the sight for Brian became too much and he pushed his 10 inch long cock into Tanya’s pussy in one easy motion. She gurgled around my cock and settled into a wonderful rhythm of licking and sucking as Brian surged slowly and deeply into her welcoming sex.

All the time Ann and James were administering to Mary. She was struggling a bit more now that they had aroused her lust a little more and she was tonguing Ann and sucking on her clitoris as much as possible while James did the same to Mary’s throbbing vagina.

Urgency arose in my balls again and as I prayed for release. Tanya and Brian disengaged themselves and I was left. Brian moved to Mary’s head and offered her his cock while Tanya straddled Mary and turning Ann around to face her started to stroke and finger her dripping pussy. Ann’s fingers returned the compliment in Tanya’s drenched slit and James moved himself so that his rampant tool could thrust in and out of my fabulous wife.

The scene before me was extraordinary, highlighted by the firelight, the hands were roaming everywhere and Mary started to climax as Brian and James worked on her. One of Tanya’s hands snaked down to Mary’s pussy and stroked her clit while James thrust his prodigious cock in and out, all the time moving Mary’s prone body so that Brian’s even bigger monster was going, seemingly, ever deeper into Mary’s stretched mouth.

All in front of me now were deeply into this communal fucking and the moans, gasps and squealing were making me want to join in and not just watch.

The ties however were still in place and nobody showed any sign of releasing me. I had to endure this for what seemed ages as James and Brian changed places. Ann started to play with Mary’s constantly spasaming sex whilst all the time squashing her tits against Tanya’s huge orbs.

Heaven! Ann and Tanya both bahis siteleri left their positions over my lovely wife and dropped to their knees on either side of me. With one hand they started to play with my prick and with their other hand they released the ties around my arms.

At last I could use my hands and use them I did. Ann and Tanya’s magnificent chests came in for a lot of attention as they continued to stroke me.

‘Are you ready to come yet?’ whispered Ann huskily in my ear as Tanya wrapped her lips round my dick. ‘It looks like the boys are ready to fill your wife with their juices’ and that made those old familiar stirrings in the balls return again.

I was helped up by the two fabulous women and led to stand over Mary as Brian and James continued to fuck her mouth and pussy. She saw me and took James’s cock from her mouth. He continued to wipe it slowly up and down her face, coating it with her juices and his as she told us all ‘I want you girls to make my husband come at the same time as James and Brian give me their ‘presents’. Will you do that girls, please?’

Ann and Tanya replied ‘Yes, we would be delighted to’ and started concerted stroking of my rock hard prick.

Brian and James resumed their thrusting and as Mary’s eyes positively lit up with lust and she strained against the restraints holding her to the table they came in her. They banged into her mouth and pussy as if this was to be their last fuck and Mary responded by thrusting back at Brian and taking down every drop that James gave her.

I was lost. I unlocked my tongue from the depths of Ann’s mouth and with a cry that sounded more animal than anything I have ever uttered before I sprayed white cum all over my wife’s delicious breasts. Ann and Tanya milked every last drop from me and as Ann suckled at me to clean me up Tanya dropped to her knees and licked my entire offering off of Mary.

I slumped back into the chair as Brian and James released Mary from the table. She sat up and looking at both of them standing in front of her she said ‘Thank you so much’ and then started to clean their softening cocks with her agile tongue.

When everyone had come down from his or her own sexual high, they all got comfortable on the floor and sitting on the table and we started chatting about this ‘bondage’ session. We all agreed it had been great fun and both Ann and Tanya stated they wanted to have their turn on the table, but that was as far as we all wanted to go.

Not strictly ‘bondage’ for the purist I suspect but to us all it was a different experience.

Ann and Tanya got their wish a little later on. Ann was literally hosed with cum by James and Brian as I drained myself in her throbbing slit and then James proved how good his staying powers were by making it ‘three in a row’, taking Tanya from behind with such force that I really thought he would do her some damage.

My fears were groundless of course as that experienced lady took all he had to give and even begged him to give her more!!

What a wonderful night we all had and as I drifted off to sleep with Mary cuddling me I wondered what tomorrow would bring.

Well…

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