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This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her here at the supermarket. It was a few of weeks ago, on a Wednesday, that he first cast his eyes upon her mature, full figure and her fine head topped by billows of natural red hair. She was about 45, and her large hips and breasts where accented by a slim waist. She was a West Texas earth mother type, but with a hint of sadness. Since then, he’d made Wednesdays his regular shopping day in the faint hope that he might run into her again. And now, here she was in front of him.

Bill wasn’t very shy, but there was some risk in approaching the object of his lust in a grocery store. He had been shot down before, but at 55 years of age, Bill didn’t waste time feeling sorry for himself or contemplating failure. Life was all too short to waste it like that, or in any of the other ways he had done so in the past. Now, life was about the moment, because you never knew how many more moments were available to you.

So, with only a vague plan in mind, Bill approached the redhead in the produce section. At first, he just watched her as she put a bag of limes into her cart and milled around by the asparagus. When he saw her heading toward the lettuce, Bill moved in closer.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Do you know if this red lettuce tastes any different than the green? I wanna make a really nice salad tonight.”

She glanced at Bill sideways, not sure he was speaking to her, and he caught her eye.

“Not much difference between the two. At least, I can’t tell the difference.”

“Well, I’ll trust you then. You look like you might be a real salad expert, with all the exotic stuff you have in your basket.”

The woman was turned toward him now, trying to decide if he was a moron, or if he was trying to pick her up. Or both. Honestly, it had been so long since she’d attracted this much attention from a man that she thought he might be trying to distract her, so she reflexively put her hand on her purse.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say I was an expert, really”, she said, testing the waters. Bill smiled gently and gazed directly into her eyes.

“Tell me,” he said, picking up a cucumber by the end. “Do you like a big cucumber in your salad?” Bill let the cuke bob up and down a couple of times.

The woman smiled. “What do you know,” she thought. “A real pickup artist. Boy, will he be surprised when my husband shows up in a minute.”

“Sure. Sometimes I like a really big cucumber,” she smirked.

Bill dropped the cuke and reached for a carrot. “If you don’t have a cucumber, will you sometimes settle for a carrot?” Bill held the carrot by the end and raised the other end slowly until it was pointing over her shoulder, his smile holding her eyes.

“Hmm. Carrots can be good, too.”

“I’m really attracted to this red lettuce,” Bill said softly, looking away. “I just know it’ll taste great.”

“Honey, did you get the lightbulbs?” she said. For a moment, Bill was confused. And then a big gorilla of a man brushed by his shoulder and put some items into the woman’s basket. Bill dropped the carrot back in the bin and moved his cart slowly in the other direction. As the couple left the produce section, the buxom redhead gave Bill a little smile over her shoulder, as if saying, “Nice try, buddy.”

“Husband, huh? Something tells me that’s not the showstopper it might be,” thought Bill.

For the next 15 minutes, Bill tailed Big Red and her pet gorilla. It seemed that whenever she’d look up, he’d be there, lurking somewhere nearby, but not too close. Bill pulled an old receipt out of his shirt pocket and scribbled his cell phone number on it. Several times as Red encountered Bill in the aisles, she saw him slightly wave the piece of paper in his hand.

Finally, he was standing at the end of an aisle when Gorilla passed behind him, and he held the receipt between his index and middle fingers, bending his wrist back to offer it to her as she pushed the cart within a foot of him. On a whim, she took the paper and stuffed it into her skirt pocket.

All he could do now was wait and hope. Bill paid for his groceries and sat in his pickup truck outside, waiting to see which car Red was driving.

—–

It was 7:30 the next morning when Bill’s phone rang. He was already on his way to work, passing near the same shopping center where the supermarket was. He pulled over and answered.

“Hi, it’s Bill”. There were a couple of seconds of dead air. Then she spoke.

“Bill, I’m the redhead you were stalking in the grocery store yesterday.”

“Umm, let’s not call it stalking, okay? That kinda has legal ramifications. Let’s just say I’m your not-so-secret admirer. Besides, a stalker wouldn’t give you his number, would he?”

“Well, whatever. I don’t know why I’m calling. I only took your number so you’d go away. I’m not getting into anything shady. I’m married, and I’m not looking for trouble. I mean, you seem like an okay guy, a little weird, but you probably ought to just forget about me.”

“Aren’t you curious about why I approached you yesterday? I don’t do this Ataşehir Escort kind of thing as a rule.”

“Look, it would probably be really fun to talk to you, but I’m driving. I just wanted to call to say I’m married. You know that. I can’t…I don’t want to…”

“Are you someplace where you can pull over and talk for a couple of minutes? You can give me that, can’t you?” As Bill spoke, he saw what he thought was Red’s blue Nissan pass him, slow down, and turn into the supermarket parking lot. He watched as the Nissan pulled to a stop in a parking slot.

“Okay, I pulled over. Go ahead and say what you have to say, and then I’ve gotta go to work.” She sounded stressed.

“First off, I don’t know your name. Give me something to call you. You can make something up, if you don’t trust me.”

“Okay, I’m Bonnie. That’s my real name.”

“Bonnie by name, and bonny by appearance. I’m Bill, like I said. I’ve seen you at the grocery before, and I’ve been hoping to see you again. I got a feeling when I saw you that first time. It’s like you were a mink coat that somebody had tossed into the bottom of the closet. You’re someone classy and classic, but you’re not being cared for. Somebody is disinterested or thinks you’re out of fashion, and so they let you languish. Somebody should treat you better. That’s the feeling I got. Was I right?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m married. Things are as good as I can expect. I mean, sure, I could be happier, probably, but I have the life I have. Nothing I can do to change it.”

“How about your sex life? How long has it been since you got laid?” asked Bill eyeing the woman in the blue Nissan.

“Wow, that’s pretty personal, for somebody I just met.”

“Bonnie, we may never talk or meet again. Who better than me to spill your guts to? Sometimes a stranger can be your best friend.”

Bonnie was quiet for many seconds. Then she sniffed.

“Okay, I haven’t had sex for over a year. My husband goes out a lot with his buddies, and he drinks too much. I stay home and watch TV. That’s my life.”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Oh, now that’s really over the line! I’m not going to answer a question like that!”

“Bonnie, you’re not an old woman. You deserve a sex life of some kind. With the terrific body you have, I’ll bet you really enjoyed sex at one time. Maybe your husband just squeezed all the fun out of it over the years. That can happen in any relationship.”

“Terrific body. Right. How can you say that when you’ve seen these hips?”

“Would I have made the effort to ‘stalk’ you, as you say, if you weren’t attractive? Curvy women have always been attractive to me. And not just me. Most men like women who look like women, not like a boy or a stick. Besides, if it weren’t for those nice hips, you’d be top heavy.”

The line was silent again.

“Look, I don’t really have a sex life. I hardly ever masturbate. I just don’t get excited very much. And if I do, it’s always inconvenient to do anything about it. Either I’m at work or he’s around, or I’m just too tired. I don’t have the time or energy for a sex life.”

She paused. “Maybe my sex life is kind of over.”

“No, that really would be tragic. Sex doesn’t take away from your energy. It gives you energy. And it hardly ever takes a lot of time. You’re not at work now. You’re in your car someplace. Are there lots of people around?”

Since he was watching her car at that moment, Bill knew the answer to that question.

“I’m in a parking lot, and it’s pretty empty right now.”

“See, you could be masturbating right now.”

“No way! I would never be able to get off in public! I’d be scared somebody would come up and look in my window.”

“Bonnie, do this for me. I’m not going to ask you to do anything dangerous. Are you wearing a skirt?”

“Yes. And don’t even think about getting me started here.”

“Pull it up to your waist. Nobody will see that. If somebody looks at you, they’ll just see a woman talking on a cell phone. Pull your skirt up and just run your hand over your thighs. Just feel how soft they are. Are you doing that?”

“Yeah. God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Run your hand down between your thighs. I’m not gonna ask you to actually masturbate. I just want you to feel and remember how nice it is to touch yourself. Look down and watch your hand. Run your hand over your panties. Feel that cleft between your lips. Tell me how soft you are. Tell me how your freckled hand looks gliding over your skin.”

Bill waited while Bonnie stroked her thighs and undies.

“Yeah, that feels good.”

“How does it look? What does your skin look like on your thighs? What color are your panties. Do you have freckles down there?”

“It looks okay, I guess. My thighs are pretty big, and I have freckles everywhere. But the skin on my thighs is really white, except for the spots. I have on light blue cotton panties. So, what’s your point? Are you just trying to get off?”

“Bonnie, I want you to think about something today. Imagine yourself Acıbadem Escort in a cabin somewhere in the mountains, a long way from your husband and anybody you know. Imagine somebody’s tongue, preferably mine, slowly licking your pussy. It’s cold outside, but we’re under blankets in a big feather bed. We’ve got all day and all night if we want it. I’m building you up to an orgasm like you haven’t had for years. You can tell me exactly what to do, and I’ll do it. Anything. When you’ve had a good cum, I slide inside you and we move together, taking all the time we need. I’m holding you and kissing you. You can roll me over and be on top, or have me take you from behind, or we can sit in big comfy chair while you rock against me. I’m there to do whatever you want me to. Think about this today, and when you have a chance, rub yourself to a climax.”

Bill clicked the cell phone shut, put the truck in gear, and drove away.

—–

At 7:30 the next morning, Bill’s phone rang again, and he saw her number on the display. He had arrived early at the parking lot, hoping she would call, or that he would at least see her drive by. As he answered the phone, Bill saw the blue Nissan pull into the lot and park in a far corner. He started his truck and pulled into a spot about 20 yards away from the Nissan, off to her left. With the heavy window tint in his truck, he was well hidden.

“Bill, this is Bonnie.”

“Hi, Bonnie.”

“Bill, you had me shook up all day yesterday. I couldn’t quit thinking about your tongue on my pussy. That’s something my husband has almost never done. It’s just as well, since he was terrible at it. I couldn’t get a private moment the whole day, and Andy, my husband, decided to stay home last night. I’m about to pop, and it’s your damned fault!”

“I’m gonna help.”

“Bill, I’m not ready to start some affair with you.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m just gonna talk to you and help you cum. I’m gonna be your guardian angel this morning.”

“Don’t you understand? I can’t masturbate out here in public.”

“I’m watching over you, babe. Look over to your left. Do you see the white pickup?” Bill lowered his window and waved at the Nissan.

“You’re here? You are stalking me! This is insane.”

“Calm down, hon. I just got lucky and guessed where you might be. This road is on the way to work for lots of folks, including me. I’m gonna stay in my truck and talk to you on the phone. I can see everything from here. If anybody comes near your car, I’ll tell you. You’re safe. You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m watching over you.”

Bonnie did start to calm down now. (It was anything but calm between her legs!) If he would really keep an eye out, she might actually be able to get herself some relief. They chatted for a minute or two as Bonnie got used to the idea, and then Bill spoke.

“Put your seat back as far as it will go. Now, I want you to pull your skirt up all the way to your waist. Run your hand across your thighs.”

“I’m already wet, believe me. I don’t need a lot of prep.”

Bill put the binoculars to his eyes and zoomed in on Bonnie’s face as she lay back in the seat.

“That’s good. More time to enjoy yourself, then. If you feel like it, you can pull your panties off. If that bothers you, just ease your fingers down inside them.”

“I’m gonna leave them on for now.”

“Okay, then. I’ll bet you have a beautiful full red bush down there, right?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty hairy.”

“That’s nice. You might want to think about clipping it short, but don’t shave that good stuff off. Shorter hair can make masturbation a bit nicer. Put your middle fingers down into your vagina and pull up some of that sweet juice. Rub it all over your inner lips and clit. If we had a lot of time, I’d tell you to work on your G-spot a bit, but let’s get right to that pretty clit. Is your clit big or small?”

“Pretty big, I think. I never had a problem finding it.” Bill could hear Bonnie inhale as she began touching herself.

“That’s wonderful. I love a big clit. The better to suck on. How do you like to rub it? Push the hood down and back, fast up and down, side to side, or what?”

“That’s all good. Oh, Bill, talk to me.”

“Baby, I wish it was my tongue down there on that big pink clit right now. I can just about smell that woman scent pouring out of you now. I’ll bet you taste like heaven. Mmm, I’d like to dip my tongue inside you and get a big load of your juice. Honey, we’re all alone out here. There’s nobody else around. I’m guarding you, and I’m wishing I were between your legs, eating you up.”

“Oh, god! That feels so good!” Bonnie breathed hard.

“Bonnie, Bonnie! You’re so sweet, so nice on my tongue, so beautiful! Bonnie, I’m rubbing my cock, but I’m still watching out for you, so don’t worry. It’s all clear.

Bonnie’s middle two fingers vibrated on her clit. She needed relief in the worst way, and it was coming on quickly. After the long drought in her sex life, punctuated by the intense vision of sex she’d had in the İstanbul Escort last twenty-four hours, her fall over the cliff into orgasm came on quickly.

“Oh, oh, Bill… It’s coming. I’m cumming already. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…,” she moaned as release overtook her. She didn’t stop her ministrations until the last contraction of her pussy had ended.

Through the binoculars, Bill saw Bonnie’s face contort and her head flop side to side.

When Bonnie was almost back to her senses, Bill said, “Honey, everything’s fine. I’m coming over to your car now. If you’re feeling modest, you can pull your skirt down. I just want to see you before you go.” Bill hung up the phone.

Bonnie left her panties exposed and her hand under the elastic as she lowered the window and watched Bill approach. She could clearly see the lump down the left leg of his jeans. Bill leaned in, and his eyes went to the sight of her damp blue panties and white speckled thighs. He gently removed her right hand, the masturbating hand, from her panties. Bill brought it to his face, inhaling her aroma, and then slid her fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue.

“If I can’t have it from the source, then second ‘hand’ will do,” he said.

Bonnie smiled at him, too happy and dazed to respond otherwise. Bill leaned into the car, planting a soft, wet kiss on her mouth, his tongue sliding between her lips.

“Bye, hon. Call me.”

—–

Throughout the weekend, Bill contemplated Bonnie. He wondered how she would react, in the aftermath of her parking lot orgasm. He wondered whether she would ever want to see him again, or if her fear had chased her back to her dull, sexless life. Mostly, though, Bill fantasized about eating and fucking Bonnie. He was driven by his attraction to her. No, she wasn’t a conventional beauty. Not like the women on magazine covers or in the movies. But there was something so eternally female about her. She was archetypal; she was the Mother Goddess of myth. Her generous, fertile body and flaming hair overwhelmed him with the primal lust of a much younger man. It had been many years since he’d felt so drawn to a woman.

The fantasy he had offered to Bonnie became his as well. It was their shared fantasy now, the two of them alone in a mountain cabin. He played the scenes over and over while he stroked himself to several orgasms that weekend. He found himself out riding in his pickup at times, checking the supermarket parking lot in hopes of spotting Bonnie, but she was never there.

When she didn’t call on Monday morning, Bill started feeling irritable. No, there was no requirement or expectation that she would ever call again, and he had promised himself not to call her. That could be considered stalking, and he wasn’t a stalker. Persistent, yes. Stalker, no. He bided his time. He could always check the supermarket on Wednesday, if nothing happened before that.

But on Tuesday morning, the phone rang as he left for work. She was calling earlier today, and he wasn’t close to their meeting place yet.

“Bill, can you meet me? I need to see you.”

“Sure, babe. It’ll take me about 10 minutes to get there. Why are you calling so early this morning?”

“I’m horny, that’s why!”

Bill’s foot involuntarily pressed harder on the gas pedal.

“Okay, I’m on my way. Don’t start without me.”

The blue Nissan was parked in about the same place it had been on Friday. Bill pulled in, leaving one slot between them. Bonnie was already out of the car and opening the rear door on his extended cab pickup by the time the vehicle came to a stop. She climbed in and closed the door. Bonnie felt safer in the big heavy pickup, so far off the ground and away from prying eyes behind the tinted glass and front seat. No one was likely to know there was anyone in the pickup, let alone what they were up to.

“Hey, it’s dark in here,” she said. Bonnie was wearing a full denim skirt, cowboy boots and a dark green cotton cowboy shirt with snaps down the front and on the pockets. She looked at home in the pickup, like she was fresh off the ranch. “Come on back here and sit with me, cowboy.”

“Why, yes ma’am, I surely will,” Bill drawled.

Once in the back seat, Bill slid over and embraced Bonnie, giving her a lingering kiss. Then he slid back to take a better look. “What’s with the cowgirl outfit?”

“Well, a couple of things, really. First off, it makes this easy.” In one move, she unsnapped her shirt half way, and her full cleavage came into view. “And, this skirt is real easy to get up and down.” Bonnie put her left knee up on the seat and hiked her skirt to mid-thigh.

“Holy cats! What’s gotten into you, girl? Last week, I had to talk my balls off to get you to touch your thighs, and I was nowhere near you then. Now I’m sittin’ here, and you’re giving me a peep show.”

“Well, you haven’t gotten into me, and you probably never will. But what you said has gotten into me. Bill, I just wanted to thank you for opening me up and reminding me that sex is great, and that I really do need it to be a complete person. I don’t know where this is leading, and I’m not ready to start cheating on my husband, but, damn it, I need some sexual release every once in awhile. So, I’m gonna show you a little skin. Call it showing you my appreciation, so to speak.”

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When my buddy Jim called to invite me to the Mets/Yankees game at Shea I jumped at the chance. I pretty much had been wallowing in depression since my recent divorce and getting out to a game was just what the doctor ordered.

I hooked up with him Saturday in Times Square and we hit a good watering hole before hopping the 7 train out to Queens. The subway car was already pretty packed when we got on at 42nd Street but when it pulled into the next stop another 50 people crammed in and everyone was sandwiched up against each other. The woman that was next to me when we first got on was now pretty much up my ass. She was grey haired and tall, about 6 inches taller than my own 5′-8″. She had a nice face, not pretty, not ugly, just nice. If I had to guess she was about 50, some 15 years older than my own 35. But what really got my attention were her huge breasts because they were now pressed up against my arm and back.

She apologized for mugging me with a smile. As the train rocked along towards Queens her big tits bounced and rubbed up against me and I distinctly felt her nipples harden against the bare skin of my arm. Whenever I looked back at her she just smiled.

Jim, the social butterfly that he is, struck up a conversation with her. He is a huge Yankee fan and he started giving her a good natured ribbing about the Mets, which she was a fan of judging by the T-shirt she wore. She told us her name was Jean and that she was a lawyer and worked in Manhattan. She was originally from Ohio, but came to New York for college and never left. I told her I was originally from Maine and came to New York the same way, via college. I’m a project manager for a small woodworking firm in the Bronx and told her I’ve done a bunch of projects for various law firms. I hadn’t heard of her firm however, they sounded like a small time outfit.

The whole time we talked her tits were plastered up against my back, it was hot as hell in the subway car and our shirts were starting to soak thru with sweat and I could feel her nipples get even harder as they rubbed up and down my arm. Thankfully she couldn’t see the hardon that was growing in my shorts.

Finally the train reached Shea and we disembarked and like cattle moved towards the entrance. When we got out in open air I noticed that Jean was still by my side. She said she was meeting a friend at Gate 4 and asked if we could show her where to go. Jim gave her directions. I don’t know what came over me but all of a sudden I was handing her my business card and telling her if she needed any woodwork for her office to give me a call I would hook her up. She thanked me, smiled and then disappeared in the crowd.

The game went into extra innings and the Mets ended up winning with a walk off homer. Jim was all pissed off and we were both pretty lit from drinking beer in the hot sun all day. We took the train back into the city, but didn’t see Jean this time. We ended up grabbing some chow at a pub in the village and Jim called this chick he had been banging recently to come meet us. He asked her to bring a friend for me but she showed up alone. While we drank she was all over him, hands in his pants and practically fucking him in the booth. I eventually got tired of being the third wheel and called a cab and went back to my apartment in New Jersey feeling lonely and horny. I crawled into bed and jacked myself off, the whole time thinking of the old broad on the subway train rubbing her tits all over me. I drifted off to sleep and her image slipped from my mind not to appear again until 2 weeks later.

It was a Friday afternoon, the end of a long day at the end of a long week. I was out at a jobsite measuring up some rooms for cabinets when my cell rang. “Hello” I answered somewhat irritably.

“Hi is this Mike Dupree?” a woman asked.

“Yes this is Mike, whose calling?”

“Jean Merryweather” Jean, Jean who the fuck is Jean my mind is searching

“You don’t remember me do you; we met on the subway going to the Mets game a few weeks ago”

“Oh that Jean, I’m sorry I didn’t know your last name it kind of threw me”

“That’s OK, I guess I am calling out of the blue. You said you would “hook me up” with some woodwork for my office, I was calling to take you up on your offer.”

“Sure, sure, I guess I did make that offer. Why not, where are you located? I’m in the city now and can swing by”

“I’m on 7th Ave between 28th & 29th, number 356 fifteenth floor.”

“Alright, I can be there in about an hour, is that OK?”

“That would be perfect, see you then”

I hung up and returned to my work. My thoughts strayed to those big tits rubbing up against me on the subway and I wondered if Ms Merryweather really wanted some woodwork, or was she looking for some wood. Either way, I was looking forward to seeing her again.

An hour later I was sitting in the reception Bostancı Escort area waiting for Jean to come greet me. The receptionist, a chubby but pretty girl named Gretchen, apologized for the 5th time. “I’m sorry Mr. Dupree, Ms Merryweather is still on a conference call, it won’t be much longer I promise” I was starting to get agitated as I had been there for 15 minutes already, it was late Friday afternoon and I wanted to get home and start drinking my blues away.

Finally a door opened down the corridor and Jean Merryweather was walking towards me. She looked much different than I remembered her. She was wearing a white pleated long sleeve blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck her chest pushed out tight against it, a burgundy hip hugging skirt that came down to mid calf with buttons up the front. Her grey hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing glasses. Librarian was the first thing to come to my mind.

“Mr. Dupree, sorry for the wait, my client can go on and on sometimes. Let’s take a look at my office shall we? Gretchen I should be about a half hour, you have a nice weekend if I don’t see you before you leave.” I followed her down the hall, her wide hips swaying back and forth in front of me. She stood in the doorway to her office and I had to turn sideways to go in and her breasts rubbed my shoulders as I passed. She closed the door and I’m not sure but I think she locked it, I was kind of thrown off by the tit rub.

Her office was about 15 ft x 10 ft with a large cherry desk by a big window that looked out at 7th Avenue. There was a couch on one fabric covered wall and a credenza on the opposite wall and a small conference table in the corner by the couch. The floors were wood and there was an area rug in the center under the desk. “Very nice” I offered.

“Thank you, but it is getting rather dull, I think I need a change. Perhaps you can help me with that”

“Well some wall paneling on the front wall would certainly give you a new look, let me sketch something out for you”

I put my work bag down on the conference table and pulled out my tape measure and a pad and pencil. I measured the length and height of the wall and started to sketch it out on the pad. Jean came up behind me to look at what I was drawing. She stood close enough that once again her big breasts were rubbing up my arm. This woman likes to have her tits rubbed I was thinking. I finished the sketch and explained it to her while she stayed pressed against me. “I think this is perfect, just what I need to spruce the place up. Let’s do it” I couldn’t help but think that she wasn’t referring to the paneling when she said that.

“Can I get you something to drink Mr. Dupree?”

“Sure, I’d love a beer but I’ll take a soda if that’s all you got”

She gave me a disapproving look over her glasses as she went over to the credenza and opened up a refrigerated drawer. “Ginger Ale is the strongest I have, will that do?”

“Fine with me, thank you”

She crossed the room with 2 cans of soda and sat down on the end of the couch. “Make yourself comfortable Mr. Dupree” she said as she patted the cushion next to her. I came over and took the can she offered up and sat on the opposite end of the couch, not sure of what was going on to sit closer. She smiled at me, just the way she had that day on the subway. I chanced a look at her chest and saw that her nipples had hardened since I last looked when I came in. She caught me looking and again gave me the smile. I figured what the hell, I’m going for this, what do I have to lose.

“So have you had sex in your office before?”

A stunned look on her face, “NO, MR. DUPREE, I HAVE NOT HAD SEX IN MY OFFICE BEFORE!” she reprimanded me. I guess I fucked this up, I thought. Then her look softened the smile came back and she said “does solo sex count?”

“No Jean, it does not count” I said as I slid over towards her on the couch. “But there is always a first time for everything” and then our lips met as my right hand went right to a big breast and squeezed it. She moaned and then her tongue was out and invading my mouth. She was frenching me like a long lost lover and I was kneading her tits thru her shirt. I wanted to see them in the flesh so I started to unbutton her blouse starting at her neck. After I undid the last button I pushed the shirt off her shoulders to expose her heavenly globes encased in a classy white lace bra. I pulled my tongue out of her mouth so I could gaze upon her breasts. They looked enormous to me and her cleavage was long and deep.

I bent to stick my tongue between her tits and lick the tops of them. She held my head in her hands and guided me around her tits till my mouth was at a nipple beneath the fabric. I licked and sucked at it making her bra all wet with my saliva. While I sucked at her hard nipple her hands went to her back and the bra fell Ümraniye Escort away leaving me staring at her naked chest. Her tits were big and exhibited little sag, not bad for an old bird I thought. Her nipples were the diameter of nickels and stood out proudly from small pink areola. I grabbed them in both hands and started licking back and forth from nipple to nipple. Joan moaned her approval and I felt her hand on my thigh moving steadily towards my stiffening prick. I bit down lightly on a nipple while I twisted the other between my fingers. I got a squeeze of my cock in return, she obviously liked what I was doing to her mammaries.

While I continued to work on her tits I felt her tugging at my belt and trying to get my zipper down. Since I was bent over her, it was difficult for her to get this task accomplished so I figured I would help the old girl out. I reluctantly released her tits from my grasp, stood up and moved in front of her. Her hands reached out and one caressed my hardon thru my pants while the other deftly undid my button and pulled down my zipper. Once my pants were undone she pushed them down to my ankles and my cock slapped back against my belly. “Oh My” she said as she got her first look at my 8 inches. “The girls must love this Mr. Dupree” she said as she closed her hand around it and began to stroke me.

She then pushed my cock up towards my belly and began licking the shaft from top to bottom. At this point I was fully hard and pulsing and her tongue felt light and playful as it licked me all over. She let my cock down and ran her tongue all over the head. She then opened her mouth and slid me inside. She got about half my cock in her mouth when it hit her throat. Looking up into my eyes she pushed forward and the rest of my hardon disappeared into her mouth. It was my turn to mutter “Oh My”.

Like most guys I love having my cock sucked, in my mind there is no such thing as a lousy blowjob (although my ex wife could come close the infrequent times she took me in her mouth). Clearly Ms. Jean Merryweather knew her way around a cock and I was getting some of the best head I’ve had in years, maybe ever. She wasn’t just sucking me, she was making oral love to my cock.

She would deep throat me for a few seconds then back off and suck and lick my helmet. A few times she would slide her mouth along my length like a harmonica, then lick her way back to my head and engulf me once again. I’m usually very vocal during sex and I had to keep reminding myself that I was in an office and there were people outside the door, maybe even on the other side of the wall.

I came close to cumming twice and Jean sensing my state would go down on my balls and give them the same treatment she gave my cock. She kissed, licked and sucked on them, individually and together before returning to my shaft to continue her masterful sucking. The last time she did my nutsack she slid her hands behind me and started scratching her nails up and down my ass cheeks. She pulled my cheeks apart and started rubbing her finger around my anus. I took all my power not to shoot my load then.

Releasing my nuts with a plop she licked back up to the head of my cock. Again she looked me in the eye as she pulled me all the way into her mouth and simultaneously slipped her finger into my ass up to the knuckle. That was the end for me, my cock erupted in her throat and she gagged slightly then pulled off till just my head was in her mouth. She sucked hard on it as my cum flooded her mouth, me gritting my teeth and grunting the whole while. The last of my seed oozed out into Jean’s cum filled mouth. She pulled my cock out and licked it up and down with a cum coated tongue then sucked it back into her mouth. She did this over and over again and my cock glistened in the light. Eventually I had to stop her, I was close to losing my footing my legs were so wobbly.

I pulled Jean to her feet and took her into my arms and kissed her hard. I could taste my sperm in her mouth. My hands moved down to cup her ass and I pulled her against my still hard dick. I wanted to return the oral favor she had just given me. I moved my hands around to the front of her skirt and started fumbling with the buttons, she giggled and said “They are fake buttons silly” and she moved my hand over to the side of her skirt where the zipper was concealed under a pleat. I pulled it down and she stepped out of it.

She had apparently bought her panties along with the bra as they matched, classy and lacey. I guess I was expecting granny panties so this was a pleasant discovery. I pushed my hand up against her mound, the material was soaking wet. She must have got off on sucking my cock almost as much as I did. I pulled the band aside and ran my fingers along her moist slit. “I’ve got to eat you” I said and pulled her over towards the conference table. I swept the sketches Kartal Escort and everything off the table while she removed her panties and shoes.

She was now completely naked and I took in the sight of her hungrily. She was almost Amazon like with her height, wide hips and big tits. I pushed her back on the table while I kissed her open mouthed. I kissed my way down to her breasts and spent a few minutes slobbering all over them, I couldn’t help myself. Reluctantly I left her great tits and kissed my way south. I pushed her back on the table and she scooted herself up so she was completely on top of it. I sat down in one of the chairs and she opened her legs wide. Apparently everything on this older woman was large as I was staring at the biggest cunt I have ever laid eyes on. She had big meaty lips topped off by a clit that looked like my pinky finger, maybe even bigger. Moisture gathered at the bottom by her entrance.

I bent forward and started kissing her thighs all over, moving closer to her cunt but not touching it yet. I blew gently on it up and down. “Please” she begged “eat me, please”. How could I say no? I stuck my tongue out and ran it up her slit from the bottom to the top. I ran it over her clit and she shuddered. I licked back down then took her meaty lips between my own and sucked them into my mouth. I took her big lips in my fingers and pulled her cunt open wide. I stabbed my tongue hard into her wet hole and started a slow tongue fuck. Her hands were on my head and she moaned softly obviously still aware of where she was. I started to fuck her faster with my tongue and she was pulling on my head trying to drive it deeper up her hole. I managed to get my head free and I licked my way back up her pussy till I was at her clit. It stood out like a little cock from her folds and I quickly sucked it into my mouth. She whimpered and her hands left my head and she took her big tits in them and started pulling on her nipples. I took her clit out of my mouth and started lashing it with my tongue. Hard and fast my tongue hit her big clit from all angles.

She was starting to shake as her orgasm was almost upon her. I took her clit back into my mouth and lightly bit down on it. Her thighs clamped down on my head as her climax rocked her body. I knew she wanted to scream but she managed to cum somewhat quietly just as I had. I continued to suck her clit as she bucked beneath me, squeezing my head between her meaty thighs. Thankfully she began to relax a bit and I pulled my head out before she crushed me.

I stood up, my cock was raging hard and I had to fuck this wild older woman and fuck her hard. I moved forward and aimed my fuck stick at her opening and pushed my way in. She arched her back and cried out softly as my dick entered her completely. I started to slowly slide in and out of her big cunt. She was surprisingly tight and the friction felt good as I varied the angle of my thrusts. The table was wobbling as I picked up speed. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and she groaned, not liking it. “We might as well christen your desk too” I pulled her up and kissed her quickly before leading her over behind her desk.

I spread her legs wide then pushed her face down on the desk and entered her roughly. Her clit was at the right height of the desk edge and it banged against it with each thrust. I reached around and took her mammoth tits in my hands and held on tight as I pounded my cock mercilessly into her cunt. She began to cum again as I gave her a sound fucking. She was pushing back against me trying to get more cock into her as she shook from the force of her climax. I clenched my ass, slammed in all the way one more time and began filling her cunt with jizz. I was shaking from the force of my orgasm and each spurt of my cock sent sensations all over my body. My cum spent, I leaned forward and rested my weight on her back, still fondling her globes. I hadn’t fucked like this in a long time and knew I could get addicted to this older woman very easily.

My cock softened and I finally pulled it out, cum ran down her thighs. I scooped it up with my fingers and brought them to her mouth where she greedily sucked them clean. It was then I realized we had been fucking in front of the window with the blinds wide open and anyone from across the avenue could have seen us, I mentioned this to her and she laughed and said “well then they got one hell of a show. I can’t remember the last time I was fucked so soundly, thank you Mr. Dupree”.

We eventually got ourselves cleaned up somewhat and got our clothes back on. Jean led me to her door, pulled me to her for one last lusty kiss, and then showed me out to the reception area. Gretchen was already gone; I guess we were longer than a half hour. There were still sounds of life from areas of the office so Jean made a show of thanking me for coming in and that she looked forward to seeing my proposal and some samples. I told her I would be more than happy to supply her with some wood any time, gave her a wink and walked out the door. Going down the elevator I realized my view point on older women had just been changed, they certainly do get better with age.

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Chapter One

We pulled into my dad’s neighbourhood around six p.m. It was winter time, so it was miserably dark, cold, and particularly unwise to drive on the roads. It was my dad’s birthday, however – December 17th – and I promised I would come to his house, snow or shine.

I must have been wearing a sour expression, for my mom said: “Come on, honey. How bad can this be?”

“You divorced him,” I said. “How bad could the marriage have been?”

“Touché,” she replied with a chuckle. “But you only have to see him once ever so often. And it’s his birthday. I’d certainly be crushed if you didn’t come to my birthday.”

“But you shower once a day and believe beer isn’t a staple drink,” I said sarcastically. Part of me felt bad for being snarky to my mother, but I would have preferred going to the salt mines than going over to my dad’s.

My dad was your typical lower-middle class slob. He worked as a pipe fitter for some local construction company, and when he wasn’t working he was drinking beer and watching sports on television. I honestly wouldn’t be so opposed to him if it weren’t for his stupid attitude. He usually pretends not to know things or feigns forgetfulness sometimes, but I know he knows. Like, generally, Anadolu Yakası Escort when I go over to his duplex once a month for my obligatory visits, he would ask me how school was goin’, to which I’d respond it was going well, to which, unfailingly, he would add: “What was it you were takin’ again?” He pretends not to know so we have something to talk about.

I do love him. It’s just harder to do so sometimes when he acts so much like a narrow-minded dumbass that I want to throttle his neck or swap the beer out of his hand. But the last time I talked to him he sounded so tragically crestfallen that I didn’t plan on coming over to his house for his birthday, so I promised his lost puppy-dog voice that I would.

“It’s only for the night,” my mom said, running her hands over the sides of the steering wheel as if she were rubbing by arms to comfort me. “If things get too unbearable, I will come get you. I just won’t be impressed by it.”

“I’ll try,” I said. I kind of sounded like a stuck-up ungrateful brat, and I felt bad about it, but trying to be more respectful towards my dad was like asking me to qualify for the Olympics next month. I couldn’t see him in a positive light, so I certainly couldn’t Avrupa Yakası Escort be positive myself.

We turned the last corner and mom pulled the car over to the curb. “Here we are,” she said with finality. I sighed.

“Remember, just call me—”

“Okay,” I cut her off. I grabbed my overnight bag from under my seat and opened the door of the car. “You’ll come get me tomorrow morning?”

“On the hour.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Take care, honey.”

I stepped out and shut the door behind me. As I swung the bag over my shoulder, I looked at Dad’s house with narrowed eyes. The lights were on in the living room, but all seemed dead quiet inside. Typical of him to be alone on his birthday. But I suddenly felt a stab of guilt pierce me as I realized again that my dad was just a lonely old man looking for someone to accept him. I sighed to myself a second time before I marched up the sidewalk to the front door.

Just as I tried the door handle, Mom drove away. It was locked, so I knocked on the door impatiently. I didn’t hear any movement inside.

“Shit,” I muttered, digging into my overnight bag for his house keys. I didn’t have these until recently, when Mom made the argument İstanbul Escort that I’d get locked out of the house one night while he’s gone somewhere, to which an explosive argument ensued until I affirmed that I wanted my own set of keys. My mom had to nag him to death, but I eventually got the keys and access to his pitiful little home.

It took me the better part of a minute to dig them out. I finally fished them out of my bag, and just before I stuck the key in the deadbolt, the door opened for me.

A string of curse words flared in my mind – good for nothing, lazy, dick-head, ass – until I saw a stranger standing behind the door.

My immediate conclusion was that I’d somehow climbed the steps to the wrong house. “Oh, sorry—” I started, stepping back to glance at the address.

“Hi, uh… Sarah?” he said.

I glanced back at him out of surprise that he knew my name. He was tall, maybe around six foot, and his head was shaved, save for a thin layer of black stubble across his scalp. He was wearing a plain wool sweater, simple blue jeans, and a large novelty belt buckle that read: “TEXAS WHISKEY”. His skin was the colour of butterscotch, and his eyes were a deep shade of chocolate.

I hesitated for several seconds before I could muster any sort of reply. “Um… yeah.”

“I’m Doug, your dad’s friend,” he said, switching his beer bottle to his left hand so he could shake with his right. I took it tentatively as he continued, “Your dad had an emergency, so he asked me to wait here for you.”

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Eric had written four contributions to the Literotica site for erotic stories and he was happy that his stories had been received well by the public. Some hundred people had shown their appreciation by rating his stories and fairly highly, too.

One reader, by the name of Anne, had gone to the trouble of writing personally to his e-mail address that was at the top of the stories. Like him, she lived in the Netherlands and was one of the few females that openly spoke of their enthusiasm for a good erotic story. She was in her fifties, she wrote to him, which placed her in the same age-category as he was in and she commented in detail on his stories. She told him, which of the experiences he described she shared and which sex-acts she would like to copy from his stories into real life.

Exchanging e-mails they discovered that they did not live very far apart; while he lived in The Hague, she had her home in Delft. He was married, she was recently divorced.

She wrote him, that she was glad to be rid of her husband and that she enjoyed living alone in her little house alongside a picturesque canal in the old town of Delft. But gradually it also transpired, that she suffered at a lack of physical contact. She had not had much sex from her husband, which had been one of the causes for her divorce, but now that she was on her own, new desires within her started to develop and she related them to him freely.

Then one morning Eric opened his inbox and read: ‘Be at Schlemmer’s at four. I’ll find you. Anne.’

Schlemmer’s bar, situated on a narrow street in the old centre of The Hague did not have a terrace outside, so Eric was forced to go in on this lovely summer day. He regretted it, because a drink in the open air was so much more alluring than sitting in the stuffy atmosphere of the bar. But as he crossed the threshold of the establishment, a woman came whirling towards him, grabbed his arm and turned him around. On the pavement again, he turned to face her. He fell silent. He looked into the most beautiful and naughtiest pair of twinkling blue eyes he had ever met in his life.

‘I sure hope you’re Eric.’, said the woman, who was still holding his arm and was actually cuddling up to him.

‘You’re lucky, because yes I am. And I consider myself very lucky to have such a beautiful lady at my arm.’, he replied.

‘I thought that it would be better to find a cafe with chairs outside.’, she continued, disregarding his obvious compliment.

Two minutes later they were seated under the branches of one of the age-old trees on a nearby square.

‘So, let me look at you.’, said Anne and cast him a broad smile. ‘I am more than just curious to know the man whose stories have sent those vibrations through my cunt. I hope I am not shocking you.’ She actually was and, what was more, she was arousing him as well. The girl who took the orders had overheard a part of Anne’s statement and eyed the couple curiously.

‘Please’, stammered Eric, ‘the servants are getting nervous.’

‘Don’t worry, sir.’, said the pretty waitress, ‘I have some experience. Can I bring you a drink to cool down?’

Anne and Eric placed their orders and two minutes later the girl placed the drinks on their table, adding mysteriously: ‘If you need me, just call me.’

Anne smiled and looked Eric directly in the eye and asked him: ‘Are you in the process of writing another story for the site at the moment?’

Eric shook his head. ‘No, I am waiting for the inspiration to hit me.’ He had a sly smile on his face and continued: ‘Some new first hand experiences would probably do the trick.’

Anne feigned not understanding him. ‘What do you mean? Do you get so little sex, that you don’t know what to write about?’

‘No, it is not that exactly. But extraordinary experiences are required if one wants something to write about.’

‘I see.’, said Anne in a pensive way. ‘Would this plot do? A horny lady meets a man on a terrace in The Hague and shows him her bare pussy there, in Bostancı Escort public. Then she bends over and allows him a long look at her ample bosom. Then she invites him over to her place and fucks his brains out.’

Eric swallowed with some difficulty. ‘That could be interesting, but it is a bit uncomplicated. My suggestion would be, that while she sits on top of him fucking him, her brother comes into the room and takes her from behind, thus giving her the pleasure called ‘sandwich’ for the first time in her life. After both men have cum in her, she sucks them both off, bathing her luscious tits with their semen.’

Now it was Anne’s turn to pant a little and she lowered herself gradually in her chair, hiking her skirt up in the process. Eric continued talking until he noticed her bare thighs and her extremely densely furred pussy that she flashed at him. A flush coloured his cheeks and Anne laughed briefly.

‘As you see, I have started filling in the story-line.’, she whispered into his ear as she bent over and showed him first her cleavage, then two perfect breasts with large, erect, pink nipples.

‘Nice set.’, was the comment of the waitress, who took away their empty glasses and replaced them with fresh drinks.

Anne looked up and smiled at her.

‘Drinks are on the house.’, the waitress explained. ‘Or rather, on me, because I liked the view of your pussy and your tits. And of course Sir’s hard-on as well.’

Eric and Anne burst out laughing.

As the waitress walked away, they continued their chat.

Eric explained that there was always some basis of truth in his stories and that he particularly loved having sex with two or more women, but that group sex was also a special treat for him.

Anne told him, that she was especially aroused by having sex with members of her family, nephews, cousins, uncles. Her father and her two sisters had often participated, but they had never had sex with each other.

‘Once I’ve had a taste of my younger sister’s pussy.’, she said. ‘But I don’t think I will ever have the pleasure of licking my father’s dick or even having him up my snatch or my arse.’

Eric nodded. ‘I also fucked a couple of my aunts, but I have never touched my mother or my sister. Although I have watched the two of them as my mother initiated sis in the fine art of cunt-licking. But at the time I was being sucked by my favourite aunt Belinda; I remember shooting my load all over her face at the exact moment that I saw my sister spraying my mother’s face with her juices.’

After they had finished their second drink, Eric stood up and went inside he cafe to pay the bill. He was oblivious of the giant erection he was carrying around, although the looks he got from some of the women might have given him a clue.

Inside the cafe the waitress ogled his crotch without any shame and asked him: ‘Is that my tip for being so kind and considerate? I imagine your friend with the furry bush wants some of that as well? Why don’t you go home and give it to her? I’m off duty at seven o’clock. Maybe we can get together then?’

Eric answered: ‘That does certainly sound interesting. Let me discuss it with her.’

He picked up two more drinks from the bar and brought them to Anne, who eyed his return with curiosity.

‘Aren’t we off then? I am getting a bit hot here and seeing you walk around with a boner doesn’t help much. I thought we would get to my place and get naked.’

Her words caused a heavy throbbing in Eric’s already swollen dick, but he managed a smile and explained, that the cute waitress had expressed a definite interest in the two of them. The waitress in question then approached them and bent over to them. She whispered: ‘The boss allowed me to go now. I explained to her that I was desperate to get laid by a couple, so she understands.’

Anne looked at her and cast a glance at the girl’s tits that were fully exposed in her loose sweater as she stood bent over. ‘You look cute enough and I’m Ümraniye Escort definitely into girls as well as into men, but I met this stud today for the first time, so this is all a bit sudden. On the other hand, I live in Delft and it would suit me fine, if we could go to your place, which is nearby, I hope?’

The girl nodded. ‘Yes, it’s just around the corner.’

They stopped their discussion and got up.

The lady behind the bar winked at the waitress and yelled out: ‘Have fun, Emily!’

Emily led them a few hundred yards down the old street and then stopped at the door of a magnificent house. She got a key out of her purse and showed Anne and Eric into the house, which was as splendid on the inside as it was on the outside.

‘Please, make yourselves comfortable.’, she said and opened the door to a spacious living-room with classy design furniture and luxurious decorations.

While Eric and Anne looked around, Emily picked up a shopping bag and said: ‘I’ll leave you two for half an hour, so I can do some shopping. I think you may want to use that time to get acquainted.’

After she left Anne and Eric resumed their tour of the place. When Eric was immersed in the contemplation of a particularly tasteful, but also very erotic painting, he heard a sound behind him and immediately recognised it as clothing falling to the ground. When he turned around he saw Anne standing there in all her glorious nakedness. Once again, but now in all peace and quiet he could feast his eyes on her furry pussy and also on her abundantly curvaceous breasts that were crowned by beautifully erect pink nipples, begging to be sucked.

When he took a step towards this vision, Anne stopped him by saying: ‘Get naked first. When you come near me, I want to be able to get my hands on your skin.’

It took Eric about two seconds to shed his clothes and to take her in his arms. While their bodies met, their tongues twirled around each other in a hot and horny embrace. Eric’s penis poked into Anne’s belly and she laughed: ‘Your cock seems to know where he belongs; his only problem is to find the entrance, I’m afraid.’

‘Perhaps you should talk to him, so that he behaves properly.’, Eric suggested.

Anne knelt before him and opened her mouth to speak to Eric’s dick. But Eric seemed to have other ideas, for with one swift movement his member slid between Anne’s luscious lips. He felt her tongue dart over the tip of his penis and all the anticipation of that afternoon seemed to converge in his balls.

‘Wait!’, he moaned, but Anne shook her head and started to suck him off vigorously. Her right hand massaged his balls and he felt her left hand travel over his butt, in search of his asshole. When her pointed index-finger found it, she inserted it and at the same time squeezed his balls with some force.

Eric gasped and unloaded his sack into her sucking mouth. Five shots of hot semen disappeared in Anne’s mouth and down her throat.

‘My God, you taste good.’, she said as she came up for air.

‘Is there some left?’, came Emily’s voice from the door. ‘Or do I have to pump some for myself?’

Anne stood up, went over to the young waitress and kissed her deeply. The two women exchanged some drops of Eric’s seed between them, then let go of each other and smiled broadly.

Emily walked out of the room, only to reappear a minute later, naked and carrying four glasses of white wine.

With her came into the room the woman they had seen behind the bar of the pub they had left that afternoon. She too had shed her clothes and Emily introduced: ‘Mom, these are Anne and Eric. Guys, my mother is called Ellen.’

They all sat down for a brief moment and took a good look at one another.

Mother and daughter showed some likeness, especially as they had both relatively small, but firm breasts and nicely trimmed bushes. They were of about the same height and very attractive.

Eric’s penis twitched when he saw the big brown aureoles on Anadolu Yakası Escort Ellen’s tits. Emily saw his dick move up and grinned. ‘I think someone here admires my mother.’, she giggled. Ellen just smiled, took her glass in her hand and walked over to Eric’s seat. She commented on the state of his cock. ‘Very nice, you just shot your load and now you are already stiff again. Shall I take that as a compliment?’

Eric took her on his lap and took her left nipple between his lips.

‘If you take that as a compliment, I will take this in my mouth.’, he murmured. Ellen moaned softly.

Eric saw how Emily and his new friend Anne were also getting closer now. They started to caress each other and were soon engaged in a deep French kiss and not long after that their hands were all over each other.

Ellen got up a little from Eric’s lap, but only enough to allow his dick to enter her sopping wet snatch. Eric and Anne both watched the older woman Anne and the young waitress make love. Ellen moved slowly up and down Eric’s erect pole. As the two women on the couch were getting more and more frenzied in their lust, Ellen’s movements on Eric’s lap increased also, in pace as well as in vigour. After a couple of minutes Anne and Emily had shifted their bodies into a real 69 position and the sounds they made were a clear indication of the mutual pleasure they were giving each other. Anne was the first to reach an orgasm and feed a torrent of love juices into Emily’s sucking mouth. Then the young girl had her peak as well; she uttered a small cry and bucked her hips into the older woman’s face as she came. When Ellen watched this she shuddered and went rigid on Eric’s pumping dick. She was the third to come.

For a moment silence reigned in the room.

Then Ellen stood up, letting Eric’s cock slip from her dripping vagina. She walked over to where her daughter lay and bent over her to kiss her on the lips.

‘Was it good, honey?’ she said, alternating the kiss for her daughter with a kiss on Anne’s steaming cunt, that was only some inches away.

‘It was heavenly, Mom.’, sighed the young women, eagerly responding to her mother’s kisses.

Eric got up from hi chair too and approached the three women.

He took up a position behind Anne’s butt and rubbed his wet, stiff penis first between her ass-cheeks, then towards her pussy. Mother and daughter watched as Anne spread he legs a little to allow him entrance to her dripping cunt. He buried his pole completely into her and Anne moaned loudly. Emily started to lick Eric’s balls, while her mother buried her face into the older woman’s crotch and searched for her clitoris. A cry from Anne made it clear that she had found it and she licked it. Then Emily opened her mouth wide to engulf Eric’s balls and softly chew on them. She released his sack as he started carefully to make pumping movements in and out of his new friend’s hot snatch. Emily watched in fascination how, just some inches from her eyes, this huge stiff cock started to fuck the mature cunt that oozed creamy and sweet smelling love juices that were lapped up by her own mother. Eric increased his fucking, withdrawing his member nearly completely and then plunging in again. Soon he was fucking Anne earnestly. Ellen let go of Anne’s clitoris and shifted her attention to her daughter’s cunt, where she resumed her ministrations. Now both Anne and Emily were panting, crying and building up their climaxes. Eric was deeply moved by the sight of the three entwined women. As the young girl and the older woman reached their orgasms almost at the same time, he too let go and shot load after load into Anne’s steaming love hole. Again more than four thick ropes of hot come left his rod. Anne’s cunt overflowed. As Eric withdrew from her, Emily licked him clean. He staggered back to his chair and flopped into it.

Before him mother and daughter took turns in sucking his creamy produce from the totally satisfied love-hole of the wonderful woman, whose face he has seen for the first time less than two hours ago.

Ten minutes later they had all emerged from the shower and enjoyed their wine.

Anne was the first to speak.

‘I must say it is a pleasure to meet you all. I look forward to the rest of this evening.’

To be continued…

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Ever get caught fucking somebody? Or, to be accurate, trying to fuck somebody. I did and the consequences were certainly a major revelation.

I’d been dating Sheila Anderson through most of our senior year at high school and although I’d managed to finger-fuck her a few times, she had drawn the line there. Much to the agonizing frustrations of my eighteen-year-old libido. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but Sheila was such a fox, I wanted her in the worst way. Enough to keep trying even after graduation.

It was the last week of summer and soon she would be flying off to some college back East. Her father was off on some kind of business trip and her mother was suppose to be at some local women’s club meeting. So Sheila and I were alone in her huge mansion of a home and I had managed to get her all hot and crazy on the living room sofa.

Hot enough to have her blouse, skirt and bra off and in a heap on the rug. I was sucking on one of her beautiful tits when I heard footsteps behind us and then Sheila’s gasp of surprise. Oh shit, my mind raced, who was it?

Sheila pushed me off and clutched her firm, ripe mammaries as she squealed, “MOM!”

Sure enough, not ten feet away, hands on her hips, her face flushed with anger, was Mrs. Anderson. And me with a salami sized boner sticking out of pants like some kind of pet snake.

“Of all the disgusting, degrading things I have ever seen!” she ranted. “My own daughter, a cheap little slut!”

“Aw, come on, Mom, it’s not…”

“Don’t you back talk me, young lady. Get up to your room and stay there until I decide what to do about this.”

“But Mom…”

“Now!” She stamped her foot and pointed to the door to add emphasis the order. Sheila started to cry as she raced past her mother and out of the room. The sounds of her footsteps were heard going up the long flight of stairs and then a along the second floor landing until finally there was the very loud slamming of her bedroom door.

As this was happening, I was frantically attempting to stuff my erection back into my pants.

“Leave that thing alone,” Mrs. Anderson yelled.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, Tommy Davis! Stop fiddling with your cock and sit still.”

“Er…yes, Mrs. Anderson.” I put my hands down and tried to relax. Wondering why it was whenever you wanted a hard-on, it was sometimes a chore while when you didn’t, the damn thing just pops up, bigger and harder than ever. Which is exactly what İstanbul Escort mine seemed to be doing at the time. I don’t know, maybe it was a nervous reaction. Anyhow, Mrs. Anderson didn’t seem bothered by it in the least.

“You were going to screw my daughter, weren’t you?”

“Look, Mrs. Anderson, Sheila and I love…”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, don’t try that on me. I’m not one of your silly, bubble headed school girls.”

She was certainly right on that count. Mrs. Anderson was a woman in every sense of the word. Somewhere in her middle forties, she was still a knock-out. Hell, even standing there ragging on me, I couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. A brunette of average height, like Sheila she had a great body. But hers was much better developed. Dressed sexily in white pumps and white stockings that showed off her long, dancer’s legs. She wore a dark blue skirt with a matching blouse of a lighter hue. The shirt was unbuttoned to the top of her bosom and it did little to hide her amble charms in that department. The woman was stacked.

She was also beautiful. Her face was chiselled perfection, with full red lips and dark brown eyes. A gold wrist bracelet and matching loop earrings the only jewelry she wore. She didn’t need any more.

It was weird how all of a sudden I began taking notice of her like that. She must have sensed it because half way through her speech, she stammered and her eyes fixed on my naked prick waving in the air.

“No,” she gasped, trying to regain control of the situation. “I will not allow you to hurt my baby.”

“I wasn’t going to hurt her,” I fired back. “I was going to make her feel good.”

“Oh, and you’re that sure of yourself, young man?”

“I ain’t had no complaints so far.”

“I see.” She stumbled again. “Well, you have to understand. I just want to do what’s right by my daughter.

“I mean, it’s not easy knowing if she’s doing the right thing or not.”

She started to pace back and forth in front of me purposely avoiding making any further eye contact. Now I was looking at her body, realizing how sexy she was and beginning to wonder what she would look like under all those fancy clothes. She had wrapped her arms around herself and was rubbing them anxiously as she talked.

“As a mother, I have certain obligations. To make sure she is always safe and happy. Anyway I can.

“Do you understand me, Tommy?”

“I guess.” Kadıköy Escort I didn’t have a clue. What the hell was she mumbling about.

She stopped pacing to face the small writing desk in the corner. There was a mirror affixed to it and she looked at her reflection quietly. Suddenly her hands went to the back of her skirt. Without so much as a backward glance, she undid the zipper and the skirt dropped to the floor exposing her full, round ass.

I sat up straight. Now she had my attention. My eyes locked on to her long, nylon covered legs, held up by a white satin garter belt. The tone of her luscious buttocks was a golden tan.

Continuing to strip, she started unbuttoning her blouse. “I don’t want Sheila doing anything …until I’ve tried it first.” She looked at me over her shoulder and let the blouse fall away. “Do you understand that, Tommy?”

Standing there, half naked in her lingerie, she looked like a model in one of those Playboy pictorials. Only she was real.

“Yes, ma’am,” I swallowed hard, getting to my feet. “I sure as hell do.”

I came up to behind her, knelt and took hold of her lace panties. Working them down her long legs, I let the backs of my fingers slide along her cool skin and the erotic texture of her stockings. The scent of her perfume enveloped me with a delicate, flowery smell. As she stepped out of her panties, I rose up to find her bra hooks. Quickly I worked them free and that last piece of feminine restraint was history.

She gave a slight shudder as I reached under her arms and cupped those magnificent jugs with my hands. Pulling her back into me, my concrete cock crushed up against her ass cheeks and it felt incredible. I began rubbing her huge, taut nipples and they swelled up under my palms. All that succulent, woman flesh to play with.

“Ooh,” she moaned tilting her head back,”To it, Tommy. Play with my big tits. Rub them hard, squeeze them! It feels so good.”

Bringing my mouth to her neck, I started lavishing kisses there, working up to her ear and gently nuzzling her lobe.

Mrs. Anderson was getting really hot and bothered. She pushed herself back into me, purposely shaking her butt to mash my hard-on.

“I need your cock,” Tommy she whispered. “Right now. Fuck me with your beautiful cock. But be quiet, please. Sheila mustn’t hear us.”

“Sure, Mrs. Anderson, whatever you say.”

She bent over and grabbed the edges of the writing desk. Ataşehir Escort This brought her rear end up to just the right height for my horny love pole. Spreading her legs wider by fondling her inner thighs, I got her all set. Then, taking a hold of her lovely butt cheeks with one hand, I guided my cock to her furry hole with the other. As my inflated head made contact, she wiggled incitingly and I pushed it in slowly. Inch by thick inch, I entered her pussy and felt her muscles caress me.

“Now, Tommy,” she gasped, her head almost touching the desk top. “Shove it in, please!”

I bucked my hips and slammed my rod all the way home. Damn but it was unbelievable. Mrs. Anderson pressed one of her hands into her mouth to stifle a yell and I knew she was loving it too. Flatfooted behind her, I rocked back, slipping out and then drove it in again. Pistoning my cock like a well oiled machine, fucking her for all I was worth. And that was a whole lot, thanks to Sheila’s months long teasing. I had a lot of fucking to make up for and now, a very willing pussy to oblige me.

“Your so good,” Mrs. Anderson blurted, as I kept slamming into her hot cunt. “You’re going to make me come, Tommy. You’re

going to fuck me to heaven and back.”

“AAIEEE…” Once again she bit into her fist. But her body’s shaking couldn’t stop as her orgasm jolted through her.

I happened to look up in the mirror and the sight of Mrs. Anderson getting off with me plowing into her from behind was wild. All the while Sheila was right upstairs without a clue that I was reaming her mother.

I picked up the pace as my own juices boiled up. Wapping her cushiony ass faster and faster, my cock exploded and I let go the biggest cum load ever. Shot after shot of thick goo splashed into her cunt and mixing with her own secretions. It was pure pleasure.

By the time I was limp, both between my legs and all over, Mrs. Anderson had found some napkins in the desk drawer and stuffed a handful in her drenched pussy. She turned and took me in her arms. As nuts as it sounds, I was embarrassed all of a sudden. I had just fucked this gorgeous woman and now I didn’t know what the hell to say.

She laughed and then pulled my head to hers. We kissed long and hard, her tongue slipping into my mouth. My arms pulled her tighter and I knew there was going to be lots more of this loving.

“You were wonderful, Tommy,” she whispered seductively. “I hope you’ll still come around and visit after Sheila goes off to school. Often.”

“You can count on it, Mrs. Anderson.”

Then she reached down and took hold of my cock. “And there will be no more of this for her, right, Tommy?”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

“I do and mother knows best.”

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I’ve been swimming for many years. It’s my favorite, if not my only, way to exercise. I’m no longer young or in good health. Swimming is very good exercise given my physical condition. I learned to swim young and still have very good form and technique. I go to an athletic club in my mid-western home town at least three times a week. Since I retired early a few years ago l go just after lunch to avoid the rush times before and after working hours.

It was early in the summer, a few months ago when I went to the club at my usual time. With school out, older kids can use the club without direct supervision. Consequentially, the pool was a little busier than usual, but I only had a short wait for a lane. I did my usual stretching and walked a couple of lengths to stretch my legs. Then I pulled on my goggles and started a slow easy swim.

After a lap or so, I noticed the girl one lane over. She was a determined, if not well-trained swimmer. She was wearing a conservative two-piece suit. The top was loose fitting and hung down to cover most of her midriff. It had spaghetti straps, which were adjusted too long. As a result, her top fell down as she swam, exposing her underdeveloped breasts. Her breasts were conical with aureole that puffed up significantly leading to small nipples that stuck out above them.

After looking at her under-water display each time we passed for several laps, I was feeling aroused. As a father of three daughters, I also felt someone should tell her of her “problem.” At the end of my lap, I took a break at the wall. To my surprise, the girl in the next lane also stopped and took a break.

After pulling her hair from her eyes, she turned to me and said, “You know, you have really good technique. I’ll bet your were a competitive swimmer as a kid.” I answered, “Yes, I was, but that was a long time ago. Thank you for noticing. I have something to tell you too, but it’s a little difficult. The top of your suit is a little too loose. As you swim, you’re breasts are exposed. I enjoyed watching you, but thought you might want to know.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. Well, at least you didn’t think I was a boy. Actually, it’s kind of nice to have someone look at them. All through high school, no one ever did, because they’re so small. It makes me kind of hot to know you were looking. I wish they were bigger; I sometimes wonder if they’ll ever grow?” “Oh, they’ll grow as you get older and become sexually active. By the way, my name’s Dave” I said.

“I’m Amy. You sound like a real expert. How’d you get to know so much about young girls’ breasts, and for that matter, swimming. Sounds like I should hire you as a coach. “

I thought, what a girl and what an idea. I’d love to coach her in a number of ways. I don’t know if I’m up to it, but it would be fun to try. I said, “If you’d really like to talk about it, meet me in the whirlpool in five minutes.” Her answer was, “Great. See you there.”

Chapter 2

After re-arranging my swim suit, I went to the whirlpool which was entered from both locker rooms. I really wondered if she’d show up, but in a couple of minutes she did. Bending over to get in the whirlpool, her breasts again fell out. She really didn’t seem to care.

“O.K.,start by telling me how you became an expert on swimming and breasts.” “Well Amy,” I said, “I’ve been around a few years. I swam in the state time trials when I was in college. I was never great, but I did have good coaching and could pass it on.”

“What about breasts? Where did you learn about them?” “Well, Amy, I raised three daughters and remember the growth process pretty well. My girls didn’t all start out as 38C’s.”

“I watched you swim. I know you could teach me a lot. I’d like to be able to swim competitively in college next year. Maybe you could help there. Now you said my breasts would get bigger as I got older. I’m already 18. How much older do I have to get before they grow?” By the way, I’d rather we talked about tits than breasts. That’s what everyone call them these days.”

“Amy, I also said your tits would grow with sexual activity. Are you willing to tell me how much experience you’ve had?” Amy snuggled over into my shoulder and talked into my ear. There was no one in the whirlpool, but it certainly felt more intimate.

”I wasn’t very popular in high school. I’m not very pretty and I have small tits. I did have a few dates, but they weren’t very good. A couple of guys groped me and I was aroused, but I really didn’t like them well enough to go ahead. A couple of girls hit on me too, but I really wasn’t interested.”

“Amy, who told you weren’t very pretty? You have nice light brown hair, beautiful eyes and nothing wrong with the rest of you. Your tits aren’t large, but they’re enough. The old guy joke that more than a mouthful is wasted is pretty much true. To look sexy and attract guys, you have to think of yourself as sexy. A little eye make-up and lip gloss would your best features too. Amy, may I ask if you masturbate?” “Yes, I started several years ago. I heard the other girls talking about Kartal Escort it and listening made me hot, so I tried it. It doesn’t do much for me though. I never have the kind of orgasms the other girls talk about.”

“Maybe your technique is wrong. What do you actually do?” “God, I’ve hardly ever thought about it and certainly never talked about it.” Amy closed her eyes as she thought about it. “Well, I usually start by pinching my nipples a little and thinking about what sex must be like. When I start to feel warm, I put my hand down my panties and stick one finger in my pussy. As I move it in and out, I usually feel hotter and hotter, but nothing special happens.”

“Amy, do you know where your clitoris is?” “No, not really. The other girls just call it a clit and I know it’s down in my pussy area somewhere, but not exactly where. God, there is so much I need to learn. So, where is it?” “Just above your vagina. It may not stick out much at first, but you need to find it. If you can rub it while you put another finger in your pussy, you may be able to have a real orgasm.”

O.K., but does masturbation count as sexual activity.” “Of course it does, Amy. I do it too. Just about everyone does, even if they don’t admit it.” “Really, I thought you would have been past that at your age.” “No dear, in fact I’m getting aroused just talking about sex.” “I’m glad you said that, because I am getting very hot too and I don’t mean from the whirlpool. If I were home alone, I’d probably try to do it right now. Maybe I could find my clit and really be satisfied.”

“Amy, there’s no one here but us. Why don’t you go ahead and masturbate if you want to. I’ll watch and stop you if the door opens.” “I don’t know if I can do it with you watching.” “Just close your eyes and make believe you’re alone and watching a hot movie.” She certainly wanted to, because she put one hand into her top and one into her suit bottom and started working at it. She worked her cunt much harder then her tit and she must have found her clit, because it worked for her. Before long, she had her mouth buried in my shoulder and was gasping in orgasm.

“Oh, Dave, that was so good for me. I found my clit and everything. Are you O.K? You didn’t seem to do anything for yourself. Are you still hot?” Saying that, Amy reached over and grabbed my semi-erect cock over my suit. “I never actually felt a cock. The boys would push it against me, but I never touched it. I didn’t want to then, but I feel safe with you and would like to touch yours. Is that O.K?”

“Of course, Amy dear. I would really enjoy you having you touch my cock. Maybe you could move your hand up and down on it and get me to come. I’d really like that.”

Amy moved her hand from outside my suit to inside and started working my cock. Maybe she had no experience or maybe it’s instinctive, but she did very well. I reached my right hand around her and into her top and started fondling her left tit. Her masturbation had puffed up her aureole to half the size of her whole tit and the nipples were sharp little points. We worked together and before long I came. This surprised Amy who apparently had not been lying. She had not done this before. I leaned over, thanked her, and kissed her gently on the lips. We leaned back and enjoyed the warmth of the pool.

Chapter 3

Amy spoke first. “Dave, that was neat. I never felt a guy come before. It’s really different from a girl. You really squirt.” I laughed and said, “Yes dear, and guys your age squirt even more. Amy continued, “There is so much I don’t know about sex and I really want to learn. Most of the girls in my class have had sex and I’ve never even gotten close. I don’t want to be a virgin in college. I just don’t want to learn in a back seat with some kid my age who doesn’t know much more than me. I’d feel much comfortable and safer learning from you. .”

“That’s very sweet. But aside from the fact that guys squirt, what else did you learn?” Amy thought a minute and said, “Well. You squeezed my tit a lot more while you were coming than I did. I almost came again.”

“Great Amy, it would have even been better if I could have sucked them. That kind of activity really feels good and might help your tits grow. I bet if I could suck your tits, I could get you to come without either of us even touching your cunt.” “Dave, you really are old fashioned. Nobody calls it a cunt anymore. We call it a pussy, like in pussy cat. Would you really like to suck my little tits?”

“Oh God, I’d love to, but we can’t do that here. Would you really like me to?” I could get a room near here if you’re really sure about it. When are you coming to the club next? “ Amy thought a second and said, “Friday, and I have the rest of the afternoon free. Mom doesn’t expect me home until 6. Would that work? “ I said “Are you sure you really want to do this with an old fart like me?” Amy only hesitated for a second and said, “Yes. I feel safe with you and you get me really hot. You can suck my tits and then teach me lots more about sex. Can Tuzla Escort we have a swimming lesson first?” I couldn’t believe she could change gears like that, but I guess that’s what it’s like to be 18.

I booked a room at the local Holiday Inn Express for Friday and checked in before going to the club. I arrived at the club, changed and went to the pool. Amy was already there and had a lane. I jumped into her lane and waited for her. When she came to my end, she gave me a quick hug and asked what she should do to improve her stroke. I explained that instead of sweeping her arms wide, she should pull them straight back, lift and bring them straight forward. She looked a lot better. I explained that she should cup her hands not hold them like paddles. She did and looked even better. After two lengths, she stopped and said,

“Do you have a place we can go? I’ve been thinking about this a lot since the whirlpool. It’s like I’ve been continuously horny. Right now, I’d rather have a sex class than a swimming class.” I said, “Yes, my car is the two-door right in front of the door. Meet you there in 15 minutes.”

Chapter 4

We had a quiet ride to the Holiday Inn about a mile and a half away. I had booked a room in the back so we didn’t have to go in through the lobby. I was sure Amy had never done anything like this before. We parked and took our gym bags to the room. After putting our cosmetics in the bathroom, we met in the bedroom. Amy looked a little scared, so I gave her a hug and said, “Amy, we can do anything you want to do or nothing. You are completely in control and have nothing to fear. Please believe, I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Dave, I want to be here. I have thought about it. I’m really horny and want you to teach me about sex. Help make my tits bigger, but also teach me about sex. To start with, can we just take our clothes off, get in bed, and hold each other.”

“Sure Amy, but taking our clothes off is an important part of sex. We should do it right. Let’s start with some kisses to warm up.” Amy came into my arms and we kissed. She didn’t open her mouth and I didn’t force the issue. As we finished the kiss, I kissed her on the nose and we both laughed. She seemed to relax. “We should undress each other one at a time. We’ve seen each other in bathing suits, so there shouldn’t be too many surprises. Why don’t you undress me first? “ Amy took off my shoes and sox, then my shirt and shorts. Last came the underpants. I wasn’t as large as the last time Amy saw me, which she seemed to notice, but didn’t comment.

Amy stepped toward me and I pulled her shirt over her head. She had a bra on, so I went to her shorts. As I was reaching for her shorts, Amy kicked off her sandals. She wore no socks. I pulled her shorts down and looked up at her face. She looked a little scared, so I asked, “Are you O.K.?” “Yes, this is a little scary, but I want to go ahead.” I unhooked her bra and slid her panties down. I noticed that her panties were a little damp in the crotch as I tossed the bra and panties to the far bed. She was definitely thinking about sex. I held her away from me and looked at her from top to bottom. She looked self-conscious, but didn’t try to cover herself. I had seen her breasts before, but not her pussy. She had a puffy mons lightly covered with silky brown hair. She looked good enough to eat.

As Amy tucked into the near bed, I turned off the main room lights and slid in next to her. Amy slid over and tucked into my outstretched arm. I waited a while and asked, “What would you like me to do?” Amy said, “You said you could make me come by sucking on my tits and that it would help them grow. Could you really do that?”

“I’m pretty sure I can suck your tits to an orgasm, but getting them to grow may take a little longer. Try to stop worrying about how big they are and try to enjoy how good we can make them feel.” I rolled over and placed the nearest breast in my mouth. I could get the whole breast in my mouth. At first I sucked the whole tit, then I pulled back and focused on the aureole. It again puffed up like a second tit. My God, it was glorious. I could tell Amy was enjoying it too. She was breathing in short little breaths and her hips were beginning to develop a rhythm. After a few minutes, I rolled Amy over so I could switch tits. While I sucked the second tit, I was milking the first one with my fingers.

Amy was now rolling around and pumping her hips. I took a tit in each hand so I could kiss her. I probed a little with my tongue and her lips opened. She tasted like a nectarine as we explored each other’s mouths. I finally broke the kiss so I could go back to her tits. I sucked one and then the other, biting gently in a rhythm. Amy was in a rhythm too. She was panting like mad and bucking her hips. Finally, she buried her face in my shoulder and came. Chapter 5

“Oh Dave, that was incredible. Sucking works a lot better than fingers. I liked the kisses too. I’ve never kissed like that, but when you really like someone, it’s very intimate. Anadolu Yakası Escort I’m glad I didn’t have garlic for lunch. You tasted good too. I want to learn to be really good at kissing. But Dave, this has been all for me. Don’t you want to come too?”

“Eventually, but not yet. Women can come over and over if they’re adequately aroused. Young men can come several times in a few hours. But as guys get older, the recovery takes longer. I want to save myself until you’ve had all you can take for today. When you’re rested up, tell me what you’d like to try next.”

“Well, eventually I want to actually have sex, even though I’ve heard it hurts at first. Like I said, I’m tired of being darn near the only virgin in my class. You’re so gentle; I want you to be the first. The other thing I’ve heard of is oral sex. The way you kiss and suck my tits is so good; I’d like us to kiss all over. I can just imagine how your tongue would feel on my clit.”

“Sounds great to me, Amy, but how do you feel about sucking on my cock and the possibility that I might come in your mouth? “If you tell me it feels good, I’ll trust you. What does come taste like?” “It’s sort of starchy and a little salty. Women with lots of experience tell me that all guys are different and that even the foods you’ve eaten can affect the taste. Of course, cleanliness is also important.”

“O.K. ”Amy said, “Let’s hug and kiss some more and get into it. I can’t tell you how much your kisses turn me on. If we could package your hands and mouth, we could make a fortune. I’m beginning to believe I could think of myself as sexy. This may even be the day I come more than once for the first time.”

“Darling Amy, if you don’t come more than once today, I will consider my life a failure. You get hotter by the hour.” With that, we kicked off the sheet and wrapped ourselves in each other. It was hard to believe she was only 18. She was literally growing up before my eyes. She was becoming more confident in her sexuality and her self-esteem was growing exponentially. We kissed and our hands moved all over each other. At one point while I was handling her tits, I suggested that guy’s tits are sensitive too. She immediately started squeezing mine and then bent down sucked both of them. I moved a hand down to Amy’s ass and squeezed her checks. Then I moved the hand to her cunt and slid a finger past her vagina and up to her asshole. I didn’t penetrate, just gently massaged. Amy purred like a kitten and then gasped. Without needing a cue, she slid a hand to my ass and moved it around my asshole.

It was time. I kissed my way down Amy’s body, stopping at her navel to probe and suck a little. Amy spread her legs even more, inviting me in. I licked my way down her belly to her public hair and the top of her pussy. Reaching down with my tongue, I found her clit. It was puffed out a little more than before. It even seemed to be pulsing a little. Wrapping my lips around it, I gently sucked. Amy bucked and gasped. I reached a hand down and worked a finger into her pussy. She was wetter than I expected. I reached in as far as I could, but couldn’t find a hymen. I added a second finger. No problem. As Amy built to a climax, I sucked her clit and fingered her pussy. Her breathing came faster and fast and eventually she convulsed in a great orgasm. Her pussy squeezed my fingers like a much older woman.

Chapter 6

Eventually, I came up for air and gathered Amy into my arms. We kissed and Amy said, “Is that what I taste like?” “Yes, and I really like it.” After a while, Amy said, “Is real sex even better than that? It’s hard to believe. That was better than all my birthday parties and Christmases put together. Now, I’m ready for you.” With that Amy slid down the bed and got her head between my legs.

She tentatively took my cock and balls into her hands. She moved her hand up and down my cock as she had done before. Then she reached over with her tongue and pulled a little bit of pre-come off the tip. “Is that come? It tastes pretty good.” “No that’s called pre-come. It’s a lubricant that comes out before the actual come to lubricate your pussy. But it does mean I’m getting ready.” Then Amy said, “What do I do with your balls?” Well, you can suck them, but you have to be much more gentle than you are with my cock.”

Amy said, “All these stupid questions are breaking the mood. I’m going to shut up and try to get you to come.” She did just that. Her inexperience was obvious, but she was still effective. She handled my balls, but focused on my cock. She surprised me by moving a hand under me and rubbing my asshole. No penetration, but obvious interest. I don’t have a big enough cock to make deep-throating a major issue, but Amy sucked from to bottom. All the while, I had my hands on her tits. I had been waiting so long that I didn’t last that long. Before long, I warned Amy that I was going to come. She didn’t hesitate, just sucked harder and harder, moving her hand up and down in rhythm with her mouth. I came as I hadn’t in years. Amy didn’t back off. She swallowed it all and even licked her lips. When she backed off, she said, “I really liked that. It felt really intimate. Oral sex is real bonding. I’ve never said this to a guy, but I really love you. I know we can’t get married and have a family, but we can still love each other, can’t we.”

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The day began innocent enough. It was the day of my coworker’s wedding and a number of us from the office were invited. We made plans to get dressed and get ready at the office after work and head over to the event together in one car. As the day came to a close my three coworkers and I piled into one of the guy’s cars as he did not plan on drinking at the wedding. As we pulled out of the lot, our manager Linda came running out after us, waving for us to stop, which we abruptly did. Linda explained how her car had died and asked to ride with us to the wedding. As Linda squeezed into the back seat next to me, I saw her for the first time in a different light. She normally wore her long brown hair in a ponytail but tonight it was straight and hung down almost to her ass. Speaking of her ass, Linda had a pretty decent one for her 46 year old body. It was thick, but looked firm, and would outline a tight pair of pants fairly well. Her dress came down to her knees, which meant her smooth bare legs were shown off nicely.

However, the most ravishing feature of my older manager was her chest. Normal work attire may have hinted at her proportions and sometimes even showed a hard nipple, but this cocktail dress displayed the most magnificent cleavage I have ever seen. Her big tits looked like grapefruits, aching to be pushed up completely out of her dress. My eyes traced the valley between those fat globes and I was struggling to look away. Linda also smelled fantastic and it was all I could not to get a hard on as we rode along, her leg and body pressed against me in the backseat.

Despite my mere 24 years of age, I had been at one or two social work outings with Linda and she definitely liked to unwind and enjoy her beverages. Never married, it was rumored in the office that maybe she preferred a juicy pussy to a fat cock, but I always thought from the way she acted and the things she said that she was not only interested in dick, but desperate to be stuffed and stuffed well. My coworkers were each meeting their dates at the wedding hall but I had no date as my girlfriend had recently broken up with me. Linda had no date either, and joked with me that we would be a “couple” for the night.

Well we got there, and things got under way, all the couples hit the dance floor while the loners like me hung around the table. I noticed Linda at the bar awaiting drink number who knows, and I decided it was time for a refill myself so I joined her at the bar. We bullshitted for a bit about work, about my ex, and I could tell Linda was definitely feeling no pain at this point. She became very touchy feely, hitting my arm or shoulder as she spoke, giggling at my jokes, and blatantly NOT covering up her massive cleavage that was so abundant I heard some of the elderly guests commenting on it.

Linda headed for the bathroom, and as she did so I watched her body from behind, her big ass and hips swaying, and her hair bouncing around. Though I never found her overly attractive at work (none of the guys did), I found myself obsessed with her mature sexy body tonight. I went back to my seat and sipped my beer, but seconds later I felt a hand grab my own and drag me out of Bayan Eskort my chair. Linda was very bubbly and energetic and dragged me onto the dance floor. Unfortunately for me it wasn’t a slow song so my dancing skills were pretty awful, but I managed to hold my own as Linda did her thing in front of me. She shook to the music, her boobs shaking frantically and her face becoming prettier by the beer sip. Some of the guys were now starting to look over and Linda seemed to eat up the attention. She slid forward and began to use my body to grind against, sliding her cocktail dress covered crotch up and down my body. My eyes were locked onto her huge rack, hoping that her tits would just pop out for me to see, and as I refocused, I could swear Linda saw me staring. She took my hands and placed them on her own waist, something that a manager and employee probably shouldn’t be doing, especially in front of coworkers. We danced for a few more minutes until Linda wanted to go out for a cigarette. I went back toward my table as I am not a smoker, but my boss took my hand and led me outside with her.

We went to the side of the hall where Linda lit up her cigarette and we just chatted for a few minutes which was fine with me because we got so sweaty inside that I wanted the fresh air. We sat on the curb and I watched hesitantly as her dress rode up her legs as she sat. I traced her smooth legs up to her thighs and tried to imagine what was just beyond that thin black material. I scanned the rest of Linda’s body, my eyes falling yet again on her set of tits, and I could tell her nipples were rock hard. Before I could even snap out of my daze this time, Linda took my hand and placed it on her knee. Our eyes locked, and I was scared to death as this was a woman 3 levels higher ranking than me. Her hand led mine slowly up her thigh and toward her crotch, at which point I began to grow somewhat confident and I started rubbing her thigh myself, back and forth, loving the feel of her silky smooth skin. I did this for a long while, not sure how far I could take this, until Linda grabbed my hand and shoved it right into her crotch.

My cock which had been slowly rising this whole time, and had been hard most of the night, was now tenting out my pants at my crotch. Linda was not wearing underwear, and my hand was rubbing her wet bush directly. It felt so warm, like there was heat coming out of her cunt, and I slid a finger into her warmth, letting it sit there for a moment as we both exhaled sharply. I started to really get into it, adding a second finger to the mix and fucking in and out of her now slimy pussy. I could feel that she had a good amount of hair on her pussy, which turned me on even more. I was loving the idea of this older woman horny as hell and most likely desperate to be fucked hard by a young guy like me. My fingers were sopping wet as I played around in her snatch, and I almost came right there when Linda pulled out my fingers and sucked them dry right in front of me.

I wanted to just lay my boss down on the cement and fuck her until we both passed out but we obviously had to collect ourselves and go back inside for the time being. We went Anadolu Yakası Escort back in, and I expected we would return to our table but Linda had other ideas, dragging me with her to the wedding couple and offering congrats but saying she was tired and had to go. She explained I would be sharing a cab with her since we live near each other several miles away. I was more than ok with this and as we headed out I asked her what she had in mind. She told me not to worry about it as she dialed a cab, and we somehow managed to remain composed as we waited in the lobby. If you looked closely at the two of us, you would see we were practically jumping each other’s bones with our eyes. I stared at her giant rack and her hot legs and she eyed my broad shoulders and chest and my bulging crotch. Then the cab came.

I had no idea where we were going but it was Friday night and I didn’t much care where we went, especially since our hands roamed each other’s bodies and our tongues met for the first time in the backseat of this cab. Her breath smelled fresh like mint gum, and I massaged her tongue with my own and she rubbed my cock through my suit pants. My hands of course went right to her fat tits, squeezing them through her dress, and playing with her hard nipples. It turns out that ten minutes later we were back at my office, to which I gave Linda a curious look. She gave me a sexy smile…

Everybody had left for the night but the building remains open all the time as long as you scan your id card. Linda led me down the hall and into her office, where I had never been before, and she closed the door behind her. Before I could hear the click of the door shutting, Linda had sat on her desk with her legs spread open invitingly, and she wiggled her finger for me to approach. Having gotten much more used to my hookup with my boss by now, I took control and held her legs apart as I got to see her hairy cunt for the first time. Her dark bush ran wild, and led almost up to her belly button area. I attributed this to her Italian heritage which turned me on so much.

Even with all the hair I could see how wet and excited she was and I slipped my finger back inside her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying my actions when I decided I had to taste this sexy older broad’s slimy pussy. I knelt down in between her thighs and stuck my tongue out, making sure to barely trace the folds of her pussy lips. Then I moved away and licked her inner thighs one at a time before returning to her waiting cunt. I got in close and started blowing on it, and again barely letting my tongue lick her lips. This was driving her nuts, to the point where I could almost sense her yearning, and I chose that moment to bury my face in her crotch. I showed no abandon, lapping at her fur-lined twat, slipping two fingers inside her as I sucked on her clit, and eventually sticking my tongue inside her, tasting her sweet girl cream. Linda’s legs were quivering and I could tell she was in heaven.

My thick cock was painfully pressing into my pants, and I undid my belt and unzipped them, at which point Linda took over and slid them down my legs, leaving me in just Pendik Escort my boxers. My boxer briefs were ready to burst and there was a small amount of precum that had drooled out onto the front of them. Linda gripped my cock through the underwear, massaging it and playing with my heavy balls until I thought I would explode right then. She sensed it too and stopped, standing up from her desk and turning her back to me. She told me to unzip her dress, which I did, watching her dress slip to the floor. Linda stood before me in only a black silky bra and nothing else. I unhooked and removed her bra, and grabbed her large globes from behind and held them in my hands. At 46 years old, they definitely did sag when I let them go but they were still pretty firm. As I played with her titties from behind, my steel hard cock was nestled between Linda’s ass cheeks. My precum was oozing out of my cockhead and getting he fat ass all sticky.

The sexual intensity and tension had become so great and neither of us could take it anymore. Linda spun around and laid down on her desk, legs spread wide to show off her bushy cunt. My penis dangled in front of her, almost drawn to her waiting hole. Her eyes told the whole story; she wanted my cock to fill her up NOW! I grabbed her smooth legs and held them apart as I inched forward, my throbbing hard cock twitching as I reached her messy soaked pussy. I stopped just before entering Linda’s mature body, once more making her beg for my thick young tool to plow her horny slit.

Linda responded to my tease by literally grabbing my pole and pulling it to her cunt, forcing my cockhead to slip inside of her body. The feeling was electric, as Linda’s pussy was tight despite her maturity (she claimed later that she hadn’t fucked in a few years). I lunged forward burying the rest of my thick rod into my manager’s eager snatch, and left it buried deep as she got used to my girth. Her face grimaced with a mixture of pain and pleasure and pure lust, which we both felt at this moment.

As we got into a rhythm I began to really fuck harder and harder into her, slamming her sexy body against the desk over and over. Papers went flying, and I think some other stuff crashed to the floor but neither of us cared so I continued to bang Linda in her office, my full heavy balls smacking up against her ass. The sound and smell of our sex was so powerful, and I was seconds away from pumping the biggest load of my life into my manager’s 46 year old sopping wet pussy.

I quickened my rhythm so I could give her a few more really intense thrusts before I came. Her giant breasts were heaving and sweaty, and I grabbed for them with my hand as I plowed into her. I massaged her tits, one at a time, and that was enough to put me over the edge. I announced I was going to cum, and as I got set to pull out and erupt, Linda put her hand on my ass and pulled me forward, forcing my big cock to stay inside her as I exploded in a huge orgasm. I pumped my dick in Linda’s twat, spurting glob after glob of hot, milky cum up into her womb. I watched as my jizz oozed out of her along with her own juices, soaking my cock and her desk and anything else around. As my cum subsided, I kept my slowly softening cock inside of my boss’ steaming, hairy pussy as we both smiled at each other and admired our sweat-soaked cum covered naked bodies. Neither of us saw Juanita the cleaning woman through the blinds, or her camera phone for that matter……

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All characters appearing in this story are of legal age.

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“AAAAHHHH-I’M CUMMING; CUMMING ON YOUR BIG, FAT, FUCKING ASS CATHERINE!!” I spunked right up the center of her gluteal cleft doing my best to let the remaining cum trickle out onto her left ass cheek. I pushed my cock into her crack sawing it into her deep crack, but it was no use. My cock was satiated, I was spent. Still sexually greedy, I tapped my half-flaccid cock against her cheeks using it to rub the cum into her skin.

“I love your dick.” Catherine moaned into the floor.

My strength waned as I draped my body lengthwise over Catherine using her as an impromptu mattress. I wanted to fuck her some more before the real world intruded but fate would not be denied.

“What-the-actual-fuck?” Catherine and I looked up finding Courtney standing in the doorway staring wide eyed at us. I was caught dead in the act flopped out on top of her grandmother in my birthday suit.

“Courtney, dear?” Catherine half whispered in shame as the teen with the multicolored mane turned her zombified gaze on me.

“You-fucked my grandma.” There was a large bottle of Alize’ in her grasp which crashed to the floor along with her body as she fainted.

Courtney McIntyre hit the hallway floor with a loud thud.

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Courtney McIntyre lay passed out in my hallway looking like she’d been knocked out while her grandmother Catherine Brennan and I looked on, wide eyed. Her wild chock of hair was splayed out around her chubby face as the bottle she’d been holding emptied its contents wetting her meager clothing.

“OH DEAR, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!!” Catherine instinctively went to aid her granddaughter but was softly restrained by my hand at her forearm. For the slightest of seconds, I noticed a little sliver of fear and apprehension before they were laid to rest as I knelt in my birthday suit picking the unconscious girl up into my arms. I carried her into the living room placing her on the couch.

“She’s more passed out from being drunk.” I advised as we both looked down at her lying on the couch. The curvy, pear shaped teen was wearing a football jersey from the school and little else, seeming to have lost her daisy dukes somewhere between the time she’d assaulted me before catching me digging out her respected, authoritarian grandparent. After all I’d been through, being made a fool of by her older sister and mother Carrie Anne, I could’ve cared less.

“Maybe we should call an ambulance.”

“That won’t be necessary, let her sleep it off. She’s three sheets to the wind.” The odor of alcohol was pervasive on Courtney’s person.

“But she was so upset with me; what am I going to do about this? Things will never be the same again, dear Courtney will be lost to me!” She looked as if she would start bawling any minute and I wasn’t having any of that.

“Your precious grandkid broke into my home, drugged me and then let one of her friends sexually assault me before doing so herself Catherine. She trashed my fucking place and probably had a kegger in here to boot with her little asian friend…and just where is that bitch? “My brain was still a little fuzzy from that loaded bong hit that had continued my downward spiral after that fateful weekend.

“Oh dear, I’ve always had reservations about Malaya Padilla; ever since I met her at Courtney’s graduation. Bad influence personified.”

“Why because she’s a minority?”

“Heavens no, I’ve always embraced diversity and have no tolerance for that ignorant mindset.” The elder stateswoman of the McIntyre clan looked flushed, her brow furrowing at my suggestion.

“You’re probably just saying that because I’ve been railing your big, fat ass all day.”

“YOU BAS-BASTARD!” Her meaty arm raised in defiance, her large hand poised to slap me across the cheek.

Instead I leaned in kissing her soulfully, my tongue slipped effortlessly between her thin lips to wrestle with her own. I remembered daughter Carrie Anne’s obsession with my penis, an almost fanatical interest that wouldn’t allow her to keep her hands off me even though I was dating her daughter. I figured Chrystal and I were perfectly happy with one another, little suspecting that I was just some fetish for her and the women of the McIntyre family. Now, I’d been passed around and had sex with four women in their family in just under three days. Catherine was a decidedly sloppy kisser now that she’d been broken in and screwed silly. I let my baser instincts rule my actions fondling the closest pendulous breast as my other hand drew her closer before sinking the upper swell of her enormous backside. There was no way I’d be able to cup it without bending at the hip. She truly had the biggest ass out of all the women in her family and I was going to make use of it as long as possible.

“We can’t; what about Courtney?” Despite her words, the older woman molded to my body.

“Let her watch.”

I locked both of my hands around her İstanbul Escort torso pressing my chest against hers as we made out feverishly not caring about her prone granddaughter beneath us. I was truly beyond giving any kind of fuck finding a willing accomplice in Catherine Brennan. Despite her age, this mature woman had a powerful looking hourglass figure that was a cartoonish version of itself putting all three of the other women to shame in spectacular fashion. She was all tits and ass on an immeasurable scale and I knew at least twenty guys that would kill for the chance to be with her. Unfortunately, Catherine had been bullied and beaten down by a horrible marriage and time which left her with a less than stellar opinion of her looks. Admittedly it had been some time since she was intimate with a man which left her primed for the encounter, we’d shared that afternoon.

The top of my length was rubbing the bottom of her muff in a bumping, sawing motion as my fingers sunk in the pliant, pillowy flesh at the base of her spine. I began pulling on her waist, lightly humping into her sex making the older woman gasp and moan into my mouth. By her own admission, Catherine had been without the touch of a man for too long making her judgment susceptible when presented with an opportunity. The women of this family seemed to have an ingrained weakness when it came to black men, but I wasn’t about to let it go to my head…or was I?

“Suck this.”

“Whu-Here?” The abnormally curvy mature clutched a hand to her massive bosom, visibly fretting.

“Yeah.”

“But shouldn’t we go back into the bedroom?” She wasn’t saying “NO” and she appeared conflicted which pretty much told me what I wanted to know. I cupped the mature’s chin kissing her soulfully as she melted away under my grasp, yielding fully. I broke the kiss staring deep into her eyes for a few moments leaning back against the wall as she struggled getting on her knees. Catherine Brennan was making good on her opportunity for sex after so many years cupping a hand on the underside of my sack as her lips took me almost all the way to the base. She had a soothing, steady cadence this time working methodically on my aching member. After all the sex I’d had over the past few days, I was sure I was sterile. Courtney McIntyre had invaded my home and bed, so on some level it was pleasing to see her flop out upon discovering me balls deep inside her voluptuous grandmother.

“GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! GAK!!GAK!!GAK!!” Catherine didn’t resist as I wrapped her graying mane around my fist.

I used the matriarch’s mouth like a plaything, fucking at will and unrepentantly gagging her at uneven intervals. Her coughing and retching providing the only breaks in the action before taking more and more of my length until she was throated. There was this look of desperation and deep sexual desire on her face as I imagined she was a woman used to being treated a certain way over time. The matriarch of a powerful family was taking it like a champ. Her progeny of thick, attractive blondes had taken advantage of me, turned me into a living sex toy. Now, Catherine was paying back that debt in kind.

“GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! “She pounded on my thigh finding release as she cupped a hand under her chin before looking up into my eyes, mouth agape.

“GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! “Her breathing was ragged suggesting exhaustion as she began coughing loudly.

“GAK!! GAK!! GAK!! “My fists were full of her gray hair.

“Pluh, please let’s just go into the bedroom; I’ll let you fuck my mouth as much as you like.” Her fist slid along my well lubricated shaft ass she cupped the underside of a pendulous breast with her free hand.

“I can’t do that out here?”

“I-I think it would be better if we got more comfortable-and there’s Courtney.”

“I can see her Catherine.”

“She’s my granddaughter; it’s not right to do things like this in front of her, even if she is passed out.”

“GAK!! GAK!! Catherine, she fucked me while I was stoned and incoherent. I don’t think she gives a fuck about anything but herself. I did mention that she let her friend fuck me too, right?!!”

“I’ll speak with her about it very harshly; just do me this one favor, please sir!” My cock smeared precum and saliva across her chubby cheek. Despite herself, Catherine ran her tongue along the underside of my glans. I reached down taking both of her hands in my own leaning back to pull her into a standing position which wasn’t easy considering her weight. She was a big woman, tall and powerful looking with an overly long mane draped about her shoulders. She looked like some obscenely, curvy version of Eve in the buff. It was entirely possible that she’d given birth of a generation of thick, Rubenesque women with insatiable sexual urges. Yet there was something a bit frail and demure in her stance as she nervously regarded me, slightly trembling. Catherine reached up removing an few strands of hair from her face. Her eyes Escort Bayan were locked nervously onto mine as she inched towards the corridor with a half step. My cock was so hard, it was standing straight out in front of my body. The large, stacked matron was bent over the edge of the couch facing her granddaughter before she even knew what was happening. My nails dug into her impossibly deep gluteal cleft spreading her cheeks apart as I shoved everything inside up to the hilt with a loud thumping as our bodies mashed together.

“OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FAAAAWWWK; IT’S HITTING THE BACK!!” Catherine instantly climaxed dipping both knees driving her enormous ass into my abdomen. I rode her out as she clawed at the arm of the couch.

“Take it; take this FUCKING COCK, bitch!!” I growled feeling a surge of power.

“IT’S THUMPING ME; IT’S POUNDING MY WOMB!! I-I’VE NEVER FELT THIS FUCKING GOOD, BE-FOOOORE!!” My forearms boxed in her huge, watery butt which was bouncing all over the place like a separate entity.

The couch was rocked, as Catherine’s huge frame was slammed into it in a rough, violent cadence while I continued slamming my cock into her cunt. A deluge of her own liquid lust ran down her inner thighs wetting the floor as she squirted on every other thrust. I was memorized by the sight of her massive ass getting deformed and pounded out with extreme prejudice. I didn’t give a fuck how long I lasted just wanting to fuck her like this for the rest of my life. Catherine looked back over her freckled shoulder, completely flushed.

“KEEP DOING THAT; NEVER STOP YOU BLACK BASTARD!! NEVER-STOP-FUCKING ME!!” Her head dipping down like a balloon that had a pin shoved into it as I rode her through another, electrically charged orgasm.

“OOOOOOHHH SHIT, OH SHIT-YOU, YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!!” I’d managed to bring the matriarch of the McIntyre clan done to my level as she rocked and twisted her hips trying to make me cum. My actions remained relentless as I noticed Courtney stirring on the couch. Her cherubic features twisted as her brow furrowed. I tried to go even harder grinding her grandmother’s ass into my crotch experiencing an even more heavenly depth of pleasure.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK!! OH GAWD, I-I LOVE YOU; LOVE THIS FUCKING COCK!! DON’T EVER TAKE IT AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE!!” Catherine’s voice was hoarse, cracking with emotion that sent me over the edge. Courtney twisted on the couch, struggling to regain consciousness. Her grandmother was bawling and speaking unintelligibly in fits and starts. I arched my back trying to match the curve of Catherine’s torso-sized backside driving my erection at an upward angle inside her. Courtney rolled to the side, her face hidden by the multi-colored mane on her head.

“OOOOOHHHHH YEEESSSSS, JUST LIKE THAT; DO IT JUST LIKE THAAAAT!!” Catherine bellowed.

Courtney’s eyes flashed opened blinking profusely as she gathered her wits by wiping her forearm across her face. She drew her knees up into her small chest stretching as she worked her way back into consciousness. Her own considerable posterior was visible from the exposed bottoms of her daisy dukes bulging outward with a well-defined crease where her thighs met her butt. Her cherubic features twisted as her ears adjusted to the loud, stereo quality slapping noises made by my pelvis colliding with Catherine’s rear. The teens back arched up off the sofa cushions in a narcoleptic display of her pear-shaped figure. Her matriarch was already continuously squirting wetting her inner thighs and the tops of my feet. Her face was a mask of agonized ecstasy with a gaping maw as she bawled loudly shivering and struggling to stay on her feet. The past three days sleeping with her daughter and older granddaughter had served to condition me well for extended, intense sex. I was giving everything to this older woman with nothing held back and it was telling in the reactions I was receiving from the large mature.

“OOOOHHHH GAAAAWWDDD, PLEASE CUM-CUM ON ME; I WAAAAANNTT YOUR FUCKING JIZZ ALL OVER ME!!” Catherine lost control as the floodgates of respectability finally came crashing down with her monstrous bobbing, jiggling rear end.

“OOOOOHHHHHKAY TRICK, TAKE YOUR REWARRRRD; GET THIS FUCKING CUUUUMMM!!” I pushed away violently disengaging with one hand while still gripping a decadently rounded hip with the other as thick ropes of cum splashed against her mountainous hide like the incoming tide. Catherine continuously bounced and twerked, pushing her ass into me with the force of a wrecking ball. The visual was too much for me as I sandwiched her rear cleavage around my length sawing and lubricating her canyon like cleft. Catherine had cooed and moaned throughout my climax looking over her as best she could regarding the mess left across her thunderous cheeks. I noticed her chin glistening with visible saliva and drool. The expression on her face was almost animal-like as she loudly breathed through her mouth. My chest was aflame as I came down from this sensual high.

“Fucker Eskort man.”

“Huh?”

“You’re a fucker man, asshole.” Catherine and I were both drawn back to the couch finding Courtney sitting in an upright fetal position regarding us with wide saucer eyes. Both of her fists were covering her mouth.

“Whatever.” I motioned towards Catherine who immediately got down on her knees cleaning my cock as her granddaughter watched horrified.

“You FUCKED my Gramps; you dirty dick fucker man.” She sounded like an idiot while Catherine continued dutifully fellating me.

“Yeah, so?”

“She’s an OLD LADY; you don’t do something like that to OLD PEOPLE, fucker man!!” Courtney sounded like she’s lost a few marbles.

“COURTNEY!!” Catherine Brennan took exception at her granddaughter’s description, but I pushed my cock inside her mouth before she could respond. The chubby teen’s eyes widened as her mouth hung agape at the sight of her relative being used like a sex toy. Catherine pursed her lips creating an outstanding suction on my girth. There was this wet, popping sound every time I penetrated her thin lips. The mature woman’s hands were partially supporting her weight by holding onto my knees from a kneeling position.

“OMFG, GRAMS STOP THAT!!” Courtney yelled.

“Rude as fuck; can’t you see how happy she is, Courtney? Before you came in, she told me how she hadn’t been FUCKED in a decade; don’t you want your granny to be happy? I mean she looks pretty fucking happy right now, doesn’t she, Courtney? Taking dick like a fucking champ and everything, girl!!” I was getting a charge out of screwing around with the teen as she buried her face in her hands, shaking out her multi-colored mane.

“SHUT-UP!!”

“Courtney dear, he’s REALLY a NICE, YOUNG MAN; you should try to get along, dear.” Catherine added before going back down on me.

“ARE YOU FOR REALS, GRAMS?!! He’s got his FUCKING, BIG ASS DICK in your MOUTH!!” Courtney shouted back as Catherine went continued sucking me off.

“You should listen to your grandmother; stop being so disrespectful.” I added.

“YOU’RE FUCKING MY GRANDMA!!”

“No, I’m uh, adjusting her chakra, just like you taught me earlier, Courtney. Except without drugging her like you did when you gave me that loaded bong hit.”

“Courtney, you didn’t?” Catherine looked up from my erection appearing shocked.

“Yeah, she pressured me into doing DRUGS with her and when I did, COURTNEY spiked it with something. That’s why I was out of it, when I woke up after she’d TAKEN what she WANTED, Catherine!”

“COURTNEY, YOU DIDN’T?!!” Catherine stopped going down on me, looking at her granddaughter in outrage.

“It wasn’t like that Grams; I was trying to help him!”

“Yeah, she was, after PASSING ME AROUND to HER FRIENDS!! Did I ask you to strip my clothes off and PLAY WITH MY DICK?!” I accused finding high internal hilarity in the budding situation as Catherine peered at her grandkid over the arm of my couch from a kneeling position.

“COURTNEY!!” She bellowed.

“IT WASN’T LIKE THAT; HE LIKED IT!!” Courtney Anne McIntyre was defending herself, caught completely off guard.

“Liked getting MOLESTED?!!” I accused.

“IS THIS TRUE, COURTNEY?!!” Catherine straightened her back, looking directly at her frightened granddaughter.

“Grams.” The teen’s lip quivered as I fought back the urge to laugh out loud. I couldn’t believe what was happening right in front of my eyes as the women began arguing with Catherine scolding the befuddled eighteen-year-old. The couch shook and seemed like it would topple over as Catherine Brennan stood up seeming to tower over her granddaughter. I looked away for a moment cupping my hand over my mouth.

“Courtney Anne McIntyre, I stand here ashamed of your bestial behavior and criminal actions; when I think of all the advantages you’ve had growing up, all of the private schooling, professional tutors and the such, it makes me unwell to find that you’ve become a drug addled deviant!! You weren’t raised this way, young lady and there will be stiff consequences for your actions, mark my words!!”

“BUT GRAMS!!”

“You were such a beautiful little girl; WHAT-THE-FUCK-HAPPENED, COURTNEY?!!”

“Oh man, I-I think those drugs probably messed me up Catherine, maybe that’s why we ended up like this in the first place, huh? She never told me what I was smoking. Oh shit, I’m so sorry about everything ma’am; you’re so beautiful and everything. If only we’d met first before all of this shit happened, maybe…”

“GRAAAMMMMMSSSS!!” I struggled not to succumb to the high comedy unfurling before me as Catherine dressed down her granddaughter.

“YOUNG LADY- WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A SIT DOWN ABOUT YOUR DEVIANT BEHAVIOR AND HORRIBLE LIFE CHOICES!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU COURTNEY ANNE MCINTYREEEEEE-OOOHHHH?!!” The thick mature gasped aloud as I grabbed a handful of her massive right buttock, digging my nails into the sunbaked skin. My hand drifted up and down the available cheek ending up in the deep under cuff above her thigh. I couldn’t help groping her as she glanced over her shoulder at me surprised. I tried to close my fingers around her thickness knowing that I could fuck her right there if I wanted.

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Here’s what Shelley walked in on yesterday: me sitting on the couch, sipping a beer. And Tess standing arm in arm with her friend Daisy. Tess was nuzzling Daisy’s neck, giving her soft kisses and whispering in her ear. Daisy was wearing a short floral dress that wrapped tightly around her huge breasts. This girl was amazing. And Tess was loving her, caressing her waist and nibbling her ear.

“Hi there,” Shelley said loudly. The girls snapped out of their reverie.

“Hi Shelly!” Tess said. Daisy turned around and smiled. Her big, pillowy breasts bounced from the movement.

“Shelley, this is my girlfriend Daisy,” Tess said.

“Ah,” Shelley said. She gave me a cold look.

“John, can I talk to you for a minute?”

She spun around, and I followed her into the kitchen. The girls giggled as I shut the door behind me. I adjusted my hard-on.

“I thought Tess had a boyfriend,” Shelley snapped.

“They broke up,” I said.

“Ah, I guess you would know.”

“Shell…”

“Well, you two sure spend a lot of time talking.”

“She’s going through a lot. It reminds me of when I was her age, when my family fell apart like that.”

Shelley harrumphed. “Alright, well. How long is her friend…um, girlfriend… How long is she staying?”

“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “Not too late, I’ll make sure.”

My wife glanced at her phone.

“Alright, I have to take off. I’ll be home later tonight.”

With that, Shelley stormed off. We’d had our good period. But things are chilly right now. I’m not perfect. I fucked Tess a week ago, and Shelley doesn’t know that… God, just thinking about her tight pussy wrapped around my cock makes my erection harder. Thinking about grabbing her firm, smooth ass as her compact, busty body bounces on my dick. Oh God, I get so hard thinking about her soft, puffy lips. We haven’t fucked since that time, but it’s only been a week. When we’re alone in the same room, I pull her into my arms and kiss her, I grope her chest and her ass through her clothes. We haven’t had any close calls with the kids or Shelley, but Shelley walking into the living room when Daisy was there wasn’t great.

Ah, yes, Daisy. Daisy is not, as Tess said, her girlfriend. Daisy is one of her friends. The other day, curled up with me on the couch, Tess told me about her.

“She’s a little bit taller than me, and she’s 19,” she started, “and her boobs are huge and soft. They’re G-cups, if you can believe that. You’re going to love her.”

I moaned in approval.

“Daisy has been telling me that nobody has ever fucked her tits,” Tess purred, climbing into my lap so she was straddling me.

She started to grind on my cock. “She really wants a big daddy dick in her life,” Tess said, her breasts threatening to pop out of the tight, low-cut t-shirt she was wearing.

I pushed her blonde hair out of her face. “Well maybe I can help with that,” I said, kneading her soft ass.

Then we’d heard the front door open, and Tess jumped off my lap and into the basement.

Cut to yesterday morning. Two big-titted sluts walked through my front door when I was home alone.

Daisy matched the description Tess gave. She was around 5’5″ with enormous, mind blowing tits. While Tess was a compact and firm and tan soccer player, Daisy was a little softer around Escort İstanbul the edges. She had a gorgeous, round face with plump lips and big eyes. Her boobs were so big that they gave me an instant hard-on. Her soft, porcelain flesh threatened to spill over her dress’s neckline. If these two busty girls kept standing so close together, I’d have a heart attack.

“Hi,” Daisy said shyly. She walked up to me and shook my hand. Her hand was small and warm.

“Hi there Daisy,” I said. “I’ve heard so much about you.” She blushed and giggled.

Tess grabbed Daisy’s hand and smiled up at me.

“Daddy,” she said. “How about you and Daisy get to know each other a little bit in the TV room? I’ll make us all some drinks.”

I led Daisy to the back of the house. While I took a seat on the couch, Daisy stood a few feet in front of me. I patted the seat next to me, motioning for her to join me. Her cheeks were turning a beautiful shade of pink.

“I’ll stand for now,” she demurred.

“God you’re sweet,” I said. “But I heard you need a big daddy dick.”

The girl looked down and nodded, smiling.

“Why don’t you lift up that dress and show daddy your panties?”

She did as she was told. Her panties were pure white with a tiny heart embroidered on the front. My cock was throbbing as I imagined pushing them to the side to fuck her.

“Good girl,” I grunted, rubbing my erection through my pants. And that’s when Tess bounced in the room, carrying a beer for me and two cocktails for her and Daisy. Daisy dropped her skirt back down as Tess approached her. Tess snuck her hand around her friend’s waist and started to whisper in her ear. Then she kissed her neck softly.

And that’s when Shelley came in.

After my wife left, I returned to the TV room. And it was one of the most beautiful images of my life. It’s something I’ll never forget. Both Tess and Daisy had taken their clothes off, and they were reclined on the couch, wrapped up in each other’s curves. Daisy’s mammoth G cups and Tess’s firm and huge E cups were smashed together, the flesh popping out to the side beautifully and obscenely. Tess was on top, her pert, toned ass sticking high up, clad in red panties. The girls’ lips were locked as they passionately made out, their bodies gyrating and moving to their own rhythm.

They turned to look at me, sitting up slightly.

“Hi daddy,” Tess said brightly. Daisy was holding her breasts, covering her nipples with her small hands.

“Let’s go down to the basement,” Tess said. Daisy smiled and looked up at me. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with lust.

Down in the basement guest room, I laid down on the bed. Tess turned on a soft light and started figuring out the CD player. Daisy stood quietly, looking down at the floor and occasionally glancing up at me and my erection.

“Daisy,” I said, “how about you come join me?” She smiled and hoisted herself on the bed. I loved watching her enormous tits sway and jiggle. Her skin was so smooth and creamy. When she was next to me, she crossed her arms over her chest. Her cheeks were rosy red, and she was nervous. I gave her a small kiss on the lips. She smiled. I put one hand on her waist and whispered into her ear, telling her how beautiful she is. She kissed me back slowly. I pulled back and kissed her forehead. “You İstanbul Escort Bayan have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen,” I whispered into her ear. The breath in her ear made her shiver, and she kissed me hungrily, opening her mouth as I crushed her breasts against my chest. My erection pressed against her soft thigh. I clamped her slender waist with my large hand and Daisy shifted to wrap her legs around me, so that my cock pressed against her panties. She moaned quietly. I gripped her body, holding her as close as I could.

Tess had been watching. She jumped onto the bed and kissed and rubbed my shoulders.

“Hi daddy,” Tess whispered, kissing my neck. Daisy broke our kiss to lift her head up and kiss Tess. She didn’t move her legs from their hold around my waist. I could feel the moisture in her pussy through the layers of her panties and my shorts.

I was so turned on and overwhelmed that I was relieved when Tess started to play ring leader.

“Are you ready, Daise?” Tess asked quietly. Daisy mewed from under me and we disentangled. Tess reached over and helped me take my shorts off as I leaned down to cover Daisy’s neck with kisses. My cock freed, Tess took hold of it and started to jack me off.

“Look at daddy’s big dick,” she said to Daisy as she started to massage my heavy balls. Daisy looked and smiled shyly.

“I’m going to go get something,” Tess said, bouncing off the bed. I turned to watch her tight ass jog out of the room. “Be right back.”

Daisy looked up at me. I kissed her lightly and led her hand toward my cock. “That’s right,” I groaned as she obediently reached out with her hand. “Grip it,” I directed her. As she stroked my cock, I sucked on her perfect pink nipples and caressed her enormous boobs. Her soft moans were driving me wild.

Tess came back in with a bottle of oil. She pried me off Daisy so she could pour oil over her friend’s boobs and into her cleavage. Then she put some in Daisy’s hands and instructed her to spread it around on my dick and jack me off. Tess kept massaging and groping Daisy and Daisy kept jacking me off. My busty, slutty babysitter caressing her friend’s huge boobs… Her friend pulling on my cock, her humongous tits jiggling with the movement…

I could have kept going like that forever.

“Alright, Daisy,” Tess whispered into her friends ear. “Are you ready for daddy?”

Daisy moaned. “Fuck my tits, daddy,” she breathed.

I straddled Daisy’s waist and gripped the sides of her huge, pillow-like boobs. I positioned my dick in her cleavage, pausing for a minute to enjoy how my big cock looked in between her big boobs. Then I thrust my dick into her cleavage and she smiled widely up at me.

Tess lay down beside her friend and started whispering dirty nothings in her ear, loud enough for me to hear.

“Don’t you love daddy’s big dick?” she asked. “Daddy’s big dick loves you. You’re such a good girl, Daisy.”

I kept thrusting between her big oiled tits. I groped her chest and rolled her nipples between my fingers, listening to her moan in pleasure. Tess reached down between Daisy’s legs and started rubbing her clit. She gasped and yelped.

“Daddy loves good girls,” Tess whispered. “Daddy loves your big tits.”

I was pounding Daisy’s chest, her boobs bouncing up and hitting Anadolu Yakası Escort her chin with each thrust while Tess brought her tantalizingly close to orgasm.

“That’s right,” I sputtered. “Daddy loves your tits.”

Tess kept on fingering and flicking Daisy’s clit as her yelps turned into shrieks and screams.

“I’m going to come!” she gasped. Tess urged her, rubbing her clit furiously.

“Come for daddy!” Tess cried. “Come for daddy like a good slut!”

Daisy shuddered in a huge orgasm. Her eyes shut and her body shook, her boobs shaking all around my thick cock. That’s when I exploded. My first rope of cum hit her chin and splashed up on to her face. She instinctively licked her lips when my cum hit her soft mouth. Another rope of cum hit the tops of her huge tits, and the third hit her hard, pink nipples. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I felt breathless. I grunted and looked over at Tess, who was smiling at me. I leaned over to kiss her deeply, and Tess wrapped her arms around my neck. Daisy was moaning softly, coming down from her orgasm.

Tess propped herself up and kissed Daisy’s lips. Then she started to lick my cum off her boobs, sucking Daisy’s nipples. She cupped and jiggled those amazing boobs, licking her nipples and slapping her breasts together. Tess giggled softly, playing with her friend’s amazing tits. Then she reached for my balls and began to massage them, eliciting a huge groan from me. Heaven.

“Don’t you love how daddy’s cum tastes?” Tess said softly, bringing one of her fingers to Daisy’s mouth. Daisy sucked eagerly on her finger, moaning and nodding.

I collapsed on the bed between the girls, more exhausted and satisfied than I’d ever been.

When we woke up, I drove Daisy home, my arm around her the whole time. At her house, I pulled her close to me and we kissed each other deeply, and I reached into her dress to rub her nipples and cup her breasts.

She whispered in my ear, “Am I a good girl?,” sending tingles down my spine. I gripped her waist and told her she was my best girl. I wanted to drive her to an alley and fuck her good. But not tonight.

She jumped out of my car and I watched her dress fly up in the wind as she went inside, the tops of her thick thighs glistening with moisture.

Back home, beautiful Tess was wearing a too-tight sports bra and boxer shorts (oh God, were they mine?) while she did dishes and talked to Shelley in the kitchen. The mood was tense so I tread carefully. I poured myself a glass of water and gave Shelley a kiss on the cheek.

“What’s up?”

Tess and Shelley were quiet. Tess’s big breasts shook while she scrubbed a pan.

“We were just talking about long-term plans,” Tess said. “Like how long I can stay here.”

I looked at Shelley. She looked down.

“Well we don’t have to talk about that now, right?” I asked.

Shelley huffed out of the room, stomping upstairs. I came up behind Tess and wrapped my arms around her, forcing her to put the pan down.

“Don’t worry,” I said. She turned around and melted into me, kissing me softly.

We went downstairs together and made love slowly and quietly on a towel on the floor so Shelley wouldn’t hear us through the vents. We held each other closely, and moved little. Her pussy was starting to feel like home to me, so tight and warm and welcoming. Tess was beautiful when she came, stretching and shuddering and holding back her moans, her whole body covered with a sheen of sweat.

“I love you,” she whispered when cock erupted inside her, coating her pussy with my cum.

“I love you too.”

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Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Aunty minced along the long corridor towards the laundry room, deliberately late for her much anticipated appointment with Tenzing. Dressed in her usual staid knee length dress, cashmere cardigan and trade mark high heeled shoes, she looked her usual strict, butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth self. Within the usual exterior however, her normal sexy underclothes had been dispensed with, for despite her middle age, she had the body of a much younger lady who did not need the support of under wear. She actually had nothing on, no lace, under-wired bra that normally snuggled her shapely tits, no sexy G-string that covered the hairy patch of pubic hair and split the voluptuous cheeks of her shapely derriere. Having realized one long term fantasy, of having a threesome, with Cliff and Miss Palmer, the previous evening, she was determined to realize her much more recent fantasy, sampling a mammoth cock, no matter the consequence or the circumstance.

She felt horny, all day long she had reminisced about the pleasure and fulfillment of the previous evenings shenanigans. About Tenzing’s unfathomably large cock and Miss Palmer’s firm yet giving body, about the intimacy of sharing a loving and taboo activity with Cliff, remembering the earthy delights of releasing her inhibitions and the trance like state she had experienced, giving and receiving totally with the single minded purpose of achieving the therapy of complete sexual release.

Droplets of moisture escaped from her vagina, dampening the soft curves of her upper, inner thighs. Filled with anticipation, she quickened her pace, now anxious to confront the possibilities that lay ahead. One hand on the handle, she stopped and putting her left hand into the pocket of her dress past the neat cut in the material, which she had cut earlier, onto the bear flesh of her hips onto her sensitive clit which she gently rubbed before dipping a finger into the glossy wetness of her vagina.

“Mmmm.” She moaned, turning the knob and entering, fingers still caressing her vagina, the brightly lit room. Casting her eyes around what seemed an empty room; her heart lurched, settling her mouth in a stern, angry line until she spied Tenzing standing in the same corner she had sent him to last night. A flicker of a smile played on her lips momentarily before returning to the angry, haughty look. Tenzing stood with his back to her, staring at the wall, dressed in his pj’s and looked the picture of innocence.

“Are you ready to bear tonight’s punishment?” Aunty asked sternly.

“Yes, Aunty. I am sorry for my mistake yesterday but I will take any punishment you give me.” He replied humbly.

“Humph! I really do not know if there is any punishment for what you did apart from expelling you and putting you in jail. Have you told anybody about what you did? If you did then I will have no choice but to hand you over to the police.” She threatened.

“No Ma’am. I have told no one. I promise.”

“Good, so you will have to take whatever punishment I decide and then hopefully you will have learned your lesson. Now turn around and come here.” Aunty ordered.

Tenzing slowly turned and walked towards her, eyes downcast with a dejected look on his face, wondering what punishment he was going to suffer. Aunty had eyes only for his crotch, looking carefully she spotted the lump of his penis protruding slightly as he stepped towards her. Her pulse raced and she felt light-headed as the build-up of saliva in her mouth made it difficult for her to form words. Feeling in a tizzy she sat down on the bench beside her and taking out a hanky wiped her face looking pale and unwell. Tenzing immediately sped to her asking?

“Are you alright Aunty? You look sick.”

“Oh! I have a terrible headache and am feeling very hot.” She uttered truthfully.

“Massage my head around the temples but be gentle.” She stated removing her hand from her face and quickly undoing the top two buttons of her dress so her cleavage would be on display. Tenzing stood in front of her with his crotch just below her eye level and very hesitantly ran his fingers on her temples. She looked up at him and shaking her head scolded.

“Put some more energy into it, you need to be more firm.” She ensured that when he looked down, her bosom was thrust out so they would be clearly visible. Sure enough when she looked back at his crotch, the lump began moving and then waggling about as he massaged her scalp briskly, growing all the time as she felt his eyes dwelling on the open top of her dress. Bunching her hands under her boobs she squashed and raised them higher so that they now virtually spilled out with the nipples, tight with excitement, only just hidden from view. The lump in his pants now pushed the material out obscenely as the excitement of seeing the creamy, bulging globes caused him to stiffen despite his best efforts to control the erection.

Squeezing her boobs even tighter, one of the nipples peeping out, its engorged bud as large as a little finger tip, she gazed raptly as the elastic of his pants stretched out, revealing his tight lower belly. The lump had grown İstanbul Escort into a truncheon in front of her lustful eyes and she felt a warm glow spread through her entire body now completely under the spell of his cock. Turning her head up with eyes closed she murmured.

“That’s better Tenzing, don’t stop. I’m beginning to feel better. Here, take this hanky to wipe off my sweat.” Peeking through slit eyes she reached up with her hand to pass the hanky intentionally bumping his erection on the up and after he had taken hold of it she bent her head and dragged her hand downwards pulling the elastic away and releasing his cock so it was visible to her wide open eyes. It was so close to her, if she extended her tongue she could lick it, she could smell the powerful aroma of his maleness, she could see the tight mushroom head stretching further as he grew even more, throbbing strongly with a teardrop of pre cum oozing out of the slatted eye.

“Mmmmhh! That’s so much better. Do the sides and back of my head as well.” Aunty encouraged, leaving her mouth open and adjusting slightly so that his cock head bumped into her lips as he leaned closer to obey her instructions.

“What’s this?” She shrieked, grabbing hold of his erection and rubbing it against her open mouth so she could run her tongue to lick the pre cum and with difficulty close her lips around the large mushroom head and suck him into her mouth. Stretching her tiny hand to keep a firm grip on it, she was amazed that it only covered half of his thick shaft, so bringing her other hand up she grasped with both hands and drew him further into her mouth. Stroking the strong shaft, feeling the veins and ridges on the underside she continued sucking him until she felt his hips bucking and humping against her hands. She withdrew her mouth, keeping hold of his shaft firmly she looked up at him and yelled.

“You naughty, naughty boy. Thrusting your erection into my mouth and humping away. This is terrible behavior and I really must punish you most severely. When will you learn your lesson that you cannot thrust this large penis of yours into people’s bodies?” Using both hands she moved the shaft around as if she was changing the gear of a car to emphasize each word. Tenzing was looking down at her with glazed eyes, never having had his cock sucked before, realizing that she wanted his cock but did not want to show it. His confidence building slightly he raised his hand, brushing against her boobs and dragging up so he could feel the nipples against his outstretched palms.

“Sorry Ma’am, I did not mean to do it. It is so big I cannot control it. See I am pushing you away and it is still reaching your face.” He moaned, pushing harder into her boobs and squeezing firmly, feeling the bare flesh of her upper slopes and leaning his cock to touch her lips, where he wished to enter back into, more than anything in his life.

Cock firmly in her hands, mouth skimming the head, she retorted as if speaking into a mic.

“You must not make up such feeble excuses. It is complete rubbish you are uttering. Yes, it is very, very big and so fat but you should not use that as an excuse to expose it and wave it into my face.” Once again punctuating her words with firm strokes up and down his shaft and allowing her lips to touch the delicate skin, as she admonished him. Feeling his hands squeezing her breasts she realized that he had cottoned on to her game and decided to raise the stakes. This was too much fun to stop and as much as she wanted to fuck that mighty cock she did not want to risk either the guilt of cheating on Cliff or the ramifications if they were spotted.

“I really did not want to do this Tenzing, but you leave me with no choice. Take this note to Mr. Cliff.” She declared resignedly releasing his erection and reaching for the note-pad and pen permanently placed in her dress pocket.

Tenzing’s mighty erection shriveled down to a modest hanging lump, quicker than it had shot up on seeing her bare cleavage, as he contemplated his fate when faced with the wrath of Mr. Cliff. Breaking into a sweat and hurriedly pulling his pants up he cried.

“Ma’am, Aunty. I’m so sorry. Please do not tell Mr. Cliff. Please.”

Scribbling down in her neat scrawl she folded the note with a flourish and handed it to him with a flourish.

“Do not worry Tenzing. It will all be alright. Mr. Cliff will not do you any harm, just hand the note to him and wait for his answer.” She said gently.

“Now, run along and make sure you don’t trip on that penis of yours.”

Waiting until the door shut, she leaned back, shut her eyes and teased her nipples, circling around them and pinching lightly while rubbing her clit furiously. The feel, taste and smell of that cock raising her lust and filling her with a sexual thrill like never before. Sighing with desire she withdrew her hands, buttoned up her dress and stepping in front of the mirror she tided herself before following Tenzing towards her apartment.

Tenzing stood dejectedly in front of Cliff, shifting nervously from one foot to another. He had just handed the note over and Bayan Escort waited for the inevitable storm that would unleash from the notoriously dangerous Mr. Cliff.

Cliff having completed his rounds had poured himself a drink and was surprised when Tenzing had presented himself at the front door bearing a note from Aunty. Her notes were sent to all and sundry throughout the day but to receive one at this late hour was unusual. Unfolding the note, he stared in disbelief at the short but all too clear instruction.

“Last night was lovely, especially for you. Tonight it’s your turn to return the favor, together with the bearer of this note. I am around the corner so make sure it happens.”

“Come in Tenzing. Sit down there.” Cliff instructed gesturing at the chair the trio had put to such good use just last night.

At a loss as to how to engage the boy in a threesome, ladies were his specialty; he struggled to come up with any sort of plan. So decided to go for a direct approach and smiling approached the nervous boy. Placing a hand on his shoulder he squeezed tight and gently said.

“Aunty is upset with you, so do what I tell you and let’s see if we can calm her down…” Leaving the sentence unfinished he further instructed.

“I am going to fetch the cane, lower your pants and wait for me.”

Fighting back his tears and hating this turnaround of events, Tenzing stood up pulling his pants down, letting them fall to his feet. His magnificent erection shriveled to a still sizable jutting lump. At that moment Aunty strode into the room with a scowl on her face which broke into a smile when she saw Tenzing standing with his pants down. Grasping the opportunity she quickly sat down and commanded.

“While you are waiting for Mr. Cliff to bring the cane, let me warm you up with a slapping of your bottom. Assume the position.” Pointing to her lap she beckoned with her upraised hand.

“Yes, Ma’am, Aunty.” Tenzing was almost grateful, preferring the stinging slaps on Auntie’s sexy lap to the notorious caning at the hands of Mr. Cliff, besides the last time she had slapped his bum, had resulted in the best cum ever. Almost running, he placed himself bum up on her lap, positioning his penis so it lay in the gap between her thighs.

“Seems like you prefer a slapping to Mr. Cliff’s cane.” She chuckled running her hand along the cleft of his butt, enjoying the reflexive tightening of his muscles. Continuing to run her palm up and down the crevice she lifted a hand and almost lovingly brought it down to slap him with a thud aiming for his rosebud. Tenzing clenched his butt cheeks at the contact which while hurtful did feel sexual and he groaned loud as his penis reacted and twitched with involuntary stimulus. Aunty well aware of his dilemma slapped him repeatedly, caressing his perineum all the while awaiting the inevitable response which swelled to her delight within the first few slaps.

“Looks like you have started without me.” Cliff uttered, swishing the cane. Aunty looked up at him and quickly rained down a staccato of pushed slaps aimed deliberately at his prostate feeling the erection growing and squeezing along the front of her thigh.

“I really do not know what is wrong with this young man…every time he is in my presence he has this…” She replied, helping Tenzing to his feet, so he faced Cliff and pointing to his know full blown erection which stood to attention and pointed towards Cliff.

“We can’t have that. What do you have to say for yourself, Tenzing?” Cliff asked, arching his eye brow, mouth wide open with admiration.

“Sir! I cannot help it. It just happens. I have no control of it.” Blabbered Tenzing, his erection quickly softening with the fear he felt.

“It just happens!” Roared Cliff as he swished the cane violently.

“Lie back down on Aunty and we will see if your cock rises after I have given you six of the best.”

Tenzing hurriedly prostrated his butt lying back on Auntie’s lap and once again could not control the reaction his cock had as soon as it came in contact with the soft thighs it rested on.

Cliff swished the cane loud but brought it down softly so it skimmed the rounded cheeks gently, hardly marking the skin. Aunty dug in her hand to grasp the penis as it lay pressed against her lap, folding her hand around it feeling it grow and widen the circle of her fingers she once again felt the juices flow from her vagina. Cliff continued to sweep the cane down gently, playing the smoothed surface against the now reddened cheeks.

“This is not working!” Aunty said with finality. “Look at this.” She continued, lifting the young man up and showing the grasped penis which stuck out grotesquely from her enclosed palm.

“Phew!!Lucky sod.” Muttered Cliff, under his breath.

“What shall we do, to tame this beast, to make him learn to control his base desires?” He asked.

“Maybe, we should tire it out so he cannot get it up.” Aunty offered.

“Great idea. Tenzing, masturbate your penis.” Cliff ordered not really wanting the massive penis to penetrate Aunty.

“I already tried that…it Eskort takes tooo long…he can control That very well.” Aunty replied, cupping the young balls in her hand and tugging at the shaft to emphasize her words.

“Switch the lights off, Cliff.”

“Uhm! Okay.” Cliff mumbled, walking over to switch off all the lights leaving the room dimly lit with the glow of the outside light.

In the darkness, Aunty licked her lips as she gently pumped the shaft and widening her mouth she drew it around the excited head and sucked it in to her warm, moist mouth. Lowering her head she engulfed the shaft, feeling the cock widening her mouth further as it filled it, with more than half of it still to go. She moaned, completely throwing out any pretense of appropriateness and concentrated on making love to this gorgeous pillar of flesh. Bobbing her head she slavered along the shaft, running her tongue along the underside of the broad shaft, exploring the ridges and veins, sucking and kissing the mushroomed head, finally gathering up her courage she sucked the head into her throat, feeling it slide deeper and deeper in, bringing out a yearning like never felt before to suck and lick and sniff this cock. Tenzing moaned loud as he savored the loving attention and nearly passed out with pleasure when he felt his cock being drawn in to her throat, the muscles constricting the appendage as she swallowed to allow him to be drawn deeper into her throat.

Standing to the side Cliff watched in awe as Aunty sucked and sucked the massive cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was completely unaware of anything else, so focused on working the cock into her mouth. Tentatively, he approached her and sitting on the armrest squeezed her breasts through the dress.

“Mmmph! Mmmmmh! Take off your clothes.” Aunty stated, easing the cock out of her mouth and slipping off her own dress, leaving her completely naked. Both the men hurriedly slipped off their garments and in a flash, Aunty sucked the cock back into her mouth, gesturing to Cliff to kneel in front of her. Taking Tenzing’s hands she placed them on her breasts, squeezing his fingers hard so he would not hesitate to lavish firm attention on her neglected boobs. Widening her legs she welcomed Cliff to her honey pot and groaned when he ran his heavy tongue along the length of her pussy. Tenzing’s energetic handling of her boobs lacked the finesse she demanded so she placed her hand back over his and guided it to pinch and rub her aching nipples then turned her attention back to sucking the cock back into her mouth.

I could this forever and ever, Aunty reveled in the multiple sensations of throat filled, nipples and boobs massaged and teased and pussy licked and kissed, all causing her to build up a tension which seem to start from her toes and rose and rose, tingling through her body until she felt a delicious filling of her cunt. The filling rubbed and stroked her cunt lips, spreading them, spreading them apart, penetrating her, gathering pace Cliff worked his fingers sawing in and out of her splayed vagina, rotating his stubby fingers and licking and sucking her engorged clit with the insides of his lips, squeezing them around and around the nub.

Aunty screamed into the cock in her mouth allowing it to slip in another inch, smothering her and releasing a primal desire to swallow and ingest the cock in her mouth. Pulling her hand on to her nipples she pinched them casting her eyes endearingly at Tenzing who getting the message attacked the nipples with added fervor twisting and gripping the blood filled nubbins pulling them away from her body, stretching and elongating the flesh.

Cliff added another finger into the bubbling caldron, stretching the cunt and engorging the flesh so the vagina swelled up, tightening the sheath and clutching at his fingers. He felt the cunt suck the bunched fingers further in and concentrated on prodding them along the length of her internal muscle that he could feel give way to the folds and crevices of her cervix. He felt the tight grasp of her internal muscles squeezing his digits, felt her body tense, saw Tenzing grasp her head and bucking his hips into her mouth before convulsing helplessly.

Aunty, full of lust, felt her husband’s fingers stirring her internal organ to a heaving storm of sensations and felt her body rise, rise and rise, tingles and goose-bumps covering her entire body, rising and rising rush of blood. Sucking desperately, she felt the mighty cock stiffen as a pair of hands grasped her head and the cock pumped into her mouth and throat and explode with a powerful jet that cannoned down her throat followed rapidly by burst after burst of unending spunk pouring into her throat until it oozed out of the tiny spaces in the corners of her mouth even as she felt her body explode in her own orgasm, squeezing and grasping with her vagina she rode the crest of the orgasm, releasing the cock and sobbing for air as she shivered and convulsed folding over herself and collapsing in a heap hugging Cliff and swooning as the blood rushed back to her extremities. Reaching up she grasped Tenzing’s cock and pulled him down so he lay by her side, still grasped by her strong hand he nuzzled against her bosom licking and trailing his hot tongue over the curves of her fleshy boobs feeling the knobs of her nipples and engulfing them one at a time deep into his mouth.

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