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The following is a short story of consensual, romantic sex between an older woman and much younger man.

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Lizzy came home from her real estate job late in the afternoon, pleased to see Rob’s truck in the yard, the young handyman she’d hired to do some work around the house.

At 66, Lizzy wasn’t up to the task of painting lawn furniture or fixing various things that always seemed to be need painting or fixing.

The single woman was long divorced, but happily so, dating now and then but engaging in no serious long-term relationships. And besides, the dating pool of acceptable men in her age range was fairly shallow. She’d endured the entreaties of well-meaning lady friends she should perhaps date younger men, but that was a concept she casually brushed aside.

But that was not to say she didn’t privately entertain the notion. She would look at younger men, some much younger, and wonder if they found her attractive. For her age, she was a very beautiful woman, well kept and athletic, tall with wispy light-blonde shoulder-length hair and a lean, angular body kept firm and shapely by her exercise routine.

She looked good, and she knew it, but wasn’t so sure anyone much younger than herself would.

She walked into her house, then out onto her spacious back deck, where Rob was hard at work, an industrious 21-year-old college senior eager to make a few bucks working around the well-to-do neighborhood for people with the means to contract the work out. She thought him quite handsome, with his athletic young body in tight short-sleeved denim workshirt and snug jeans, and messy mop of unruly blonde hair.

“Hi Rob, look at you go, you’ve done a lot of work today!” Lizzy said brightly, standing on the deck by Rob, who knelt and painted the deck railing and balustrades, long in need of a touch up.

“Oh hi, Mrs. Tomlin, didn’t hear you come out,” the boy said, turning sidelong to look at her silhouetted in the bright late-afternoon sunshine.

He liked what he saw, he always did. Lizzy wore a short khaki skirt and sleeveless white blouse and brown flats, her long sinewy arms and legs highlighted in the sunbeams, showing signs of age to be sure, with slight saggy flesh and wrinkles here and there, but nonetheless spectacular.

He was particularly smitten with her legs, and surreptitiously gazed at the long, freckled shins below her shortish skirt and tanned, muscular calves that flowed and flexed as she stood moving from foot to foot as she talked to him. He could see the slight wrinkles in her inner thighs exposed in the skirt that rose a few inches above her knobby little knees, and thought them rather sexy.

But Rob knew he’d never make a play for her, he was too shy, too polite, and confined his escapades with the elegant older woman to his masturbatory fantasies. And as much as Lizzy thought no handsome young buck like Rob would be interested in an old woman like her, likewise Rob thought no one as classy and beautiful as leggy Mrs. Tomlin would give him a second thought as a lover.

They chatted a bit longer, Rob drinking in the view of the sexy older woman until she left the deck.

“Been a long day, Rob, you finish up, I’m going up to my bedroom to change, maybe go for a run,” she said, walking away, Rob’s eyes riveted to the lovely calves flexing as she walked.

“Sure thing, Mrs. Tomlin…I had something I was going to ask you, but can’t remember now…if I do, I’ll let you know,” he smiled.

“No problem, Rob,” she called out as she entered the house, closing the slider.

Moments later, it dawned on him. He’d meant to ask about some kayaks and gear she had in the garage and wanted moved, but he wasn’t sure where to. He put down his brush, wiped his hands and went inside.

“Mrs. Tomlin?” he called out as he stood in the kitchen, moving to the stairs and calling up, “Mrs. Tomlin?”

He made his way carefully up the stairs, gently calling her name, not wanting to surprise her. He peeked around the corner to the big master bedroom, finding it empty. He looked in the giant walk-in closet, and she wasn’t there either.

He was about to leave the room when the bathroom door opened and out walked the lovely Mrs. Tomlin, as naked as the day she was born.

She didn’t see him at first, rifling through her nearby bureau presumably in search of her running clothes. Rob stood, struck dumb and immobile, as he looked on the sexiest older-woman body he’d ever seen.

Her tits were majestic, large and fleshy and white, her nipples huge and brown and centering a sexy patch of creamy white flesh untouched by the sun. Her ass was small but perfectly shaped, saggy at the bottom in a delicious fold of delicate wrinkles and her thighs were full and muscular and tanned beneath the alluring sexy sags and wrinkles of an older woman.

He knew he should leave. But if he moved, she’d see he was there, scream, and embarrass them both. So he stood, uncertain and nervous, as she turned now, holding pair of panties, about to put them on and showing him, unwittingly, a gloriously gray-black patch of abundant İstanbul Escort pubic hair.

She looked up. And saw him, the boy standing with eyes wide open and a look of complete shock on his face, outmatched only by her own.

“ROB!” she screamed, momentarily frozen.

“MRS. TOMLIN!” he screamed back, averting his eyes. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t…I just came up to ask you…I’m SORRY!”

She frantically covered her pubic patch and darted back toward the bathroom, eyes sidelong and scared, watching him as she ran. And slamming headfirst into the door frame.

She crumbled to the ground, appearing to do so in slow motion to Rob, who stood, helplessly watching as the beautiful naked woman as old as his grandmother flopped to her back on the bedroom floor rug, groaning as she landed, out cold.

“HOLY FUCK!” Rob screamed.

He was torn between leaving her there, racing out never to return, or helping. He figured it was his doing that caused the accident, and raced to her side, kneeling and 100 percent unsure of what to do when he got there.

She was on her back, those tits splayed out to the sides, her legs parted, one drawn up and wide apart, her giant silvery-gray bush completely exposed. He looked her up and down, trying not to look and failing. She moaned as she lay there, a big red knot forming on her forehead from the impact. Rob moved his hands as if to help then just looked at them, not at all certain exactly where to put them.

Then he scooped her into his arms, one under her shoulders, the other under her magnificent sexy old legs, bending to pick her up. And in the process, finding his face inches from that incredible patch of fur at her crotch. He gulped and inhaled getting ready to lift, the slightly funky, musky scent of her pussy wafting into his nostrils.

“Jesus Christ,” he moaned to himself, sniffing again with more purpose this time, feeling shame embrace him as he lifted her naked, moaning body off the floor. “Just get her into bed, just get her into bed…”

He put her down on her back on the bed, rolling her to her side to pull down the blanket and sheet, watching her sexy wrinkled butt jiggle as he did, trying to ignore it. He rolled her back into the space, quickly covering her up to the chin where he noticed the sexy wattle of her neck, wanting to bury his face into it.

“Goddammit, what the fuck’s wrong with me,” he groaned to himself.

He stood back, looking at her slowly wake up, wanting to run, wanting to stay. He stayed as she blinked her eyes and saw him there. He smiled a very weak smile.

“Oh my GOD, Rob!” she cried out, clutching the blanket to her chin and up and over her face, which was deep crimson in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

“No, no, no!” he cried out. “Me, it was me, I’M sorry, I just came up…I remembered what…those kayaks and stuff…I didn’t know..I didn’t think…oh, shit, Mrs. Tomlin, please, please, it’s my fault!”

Slowly she pulled the blanket down, her face still blushed, the knot on her head growing into a glowing egg.

“No..I…oh God, Rob, this is so…embarrassing, I’m so sorry,” she groaned, one hand feeling the knot on her head and wincing as she touched it.

“No, Mrs. Tomlin, it’s me, my bad, all me,” he babbled. “I didn’t…can I…what can we do…God, that’s a big lump…I’m worried…concussion…”

She smiled a weak smile of her own.

“No, I’m fine, I’m just so damned clumsy, God,” she groaned. “But what’s done is done, it happened, it’s over, no harm, no foul…OK?”

“OK,” he sighed. “Look, I didn’t see…I mean I wasn’t looking…”

“No, no, of course not,” she said, shaking her head, stopping at the throbbing pain it caused in it. “But you can…would you please maybe go down and get me an ice bag? That might help.”

“Of course, of course, Mrs. Tomlin!” he said, eager to get the hell out of the room.

He ran downstairs, grabbing a plastic bag and filling with ice from the freezer, then scouting about for a dish towel to wrap it in, then racing back upstairs where Mrs. Tomlin was sitting up against the headboard, the blanket carefully clutched to her neck. He went to her, placing it on her head gently, sitting next to her. He held it there, and she rested her hand on his as he did.

He felt a surge of energy as their flesh touched, as did she. He quickly pulled away, leaving her to hold it.

“I got it, Rob,it’s OK,” she said with a gentle smile. “Can you maybe get me some Advil, I think it’s in the bathroom, on the counter, and a glass of water?”

“Sure, sure,” he said as calmly as he could, going into the bathroom.

He quickly filled a glass of water, and looked about for the Advil, amid rows of other stuff, mostly makeup and toothpaste and the usual holdings of a bathroom. Coming back out with the water, he handed it to her.

“Can’t find the Advil, you sure it’s in there Mrs. Tomlin?”

“Oh…I thought it was,” she said, still holding the ice bag to her bump, her head rolling onto the shoulder farthest from him. “Maybe there, the nightstand…”

She Anadolu Yakası Escort pointed to the small table next to her bed as she turned her head, eyes closed, still trying to make sense of this bizarre situation, and Rob looked next to the books and magazines there but couldn’t find it. Thinking nothing of it, he opened the drawer – and froze when inside he saw a collection of small vibrators of various sizes and shapes, rolling together noisily and into the small bottle of Advil there.

She heard the drawer open, heard the slight rattle of the plastic sex toys banging into each other and too late remembered they were there. Her eyes shot open and she snapped her head to the side, the bump throbbing as she did, looking at him looking into the drawer, staring, open mouthed.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed again, putting the water glass on the nightstand and pulling the blankets back up over her pretty face. “OH MY GOD!”

“NO!” he screamed back. “It’s OK..it’s…it’s OK…”

He sat down on the bed next to her, feeling her heat through the blankets, hands gently tugging them down to look into her teary brown eyes.

“It’s OK, Mrs. Tomlin, it’s OK,” he said again.

“Oh my GOD, Rob, you must…you must think…God, that I’m a sex-crazed old woman!” she groaned.

“No, no, no, of course not,” he said calmly, bending closer to her, the blanket dipping to her chin, smiling at her.

“Why…would I think that? You’re …”

He fought for the right words in the inordinately awkward ensuing silence, feeling around his brain, failing and then just letting what was on his mind finally spill out in a breathless rush.

“…a beautiful,beautiful woman, a beautiful..normal woman! That’s what I think,” he said, his smile igniting hers.

“Really?” she asked, astonished, feeling herself lean closer to him as he leaned toward her.

“Really,” he said softly, gently, bending to her, lips grazing hers, completely convinced he was crazy but unable to stop. “Really…”

They kissed, gently at first, slight moans escaping their lips, hers feeling soft and heavenly and moist to his, then more urgently. Lips parting. His hand reaching for and cupping around her neck, the soft flesh of it exciting and warm. Their tongues meeting, their moans increasing, tongues thrashing in each other’s mouths, heads twisting, grinding, intensity increasing.

Neither one noticed the blankets slipping down to her belly as they kissed, lost in a wonderfully romantic moment between a woman and a man 45 years her junior.

“Oh…my…God…” she moaned as they broke their kiss, Rob’s lips brushing her puckered cheek, then down to nuzzle that incredibly sexy wattle of her neck, kissing, licking the salty, slightly sweaty meat of it. “We…I…shouldn’t…should we?”

He broke away from that luscious throat and caressed her very beautiful face, eyes locked on her big brown ones.

“I don’t know…but it feels…right?” he said, surprised at the question, looking down at her tits and, moaning, she making no effort to cover them up. “My GOD, Mrs. Tomlin…beautiful…do you have any idea how beautiful…”

“No,” she giggled, biting her lip as his handsome young face leaned toward her bosom, feeling emboldened for no good reason other than a powerful urge she couldn’t control. “Show me…”

He buried his face into her marvelous tits, licking the freckled cleavage and thick flesh there, caressing the wrinkles with them as she moaned, hands around his head, urging him on. He cupped her boobs in his hands, massaging, squeezing, relishing the deliciously soft feel of them, then licking one thick nipple in his mouth to suck. She groaned, head lolling to one side, letting the young stud nurse at her breast.

“My God…I never thought…you’re so young…I’m so o…”

“Beautiful,” he interjected, his moans lost in her tit as he suckled at her boob. “You’re so beautiful…”

“My God,” she hissed again, running her hands in his bushy blonde hair, feeling every nerve in her body alive and wanting. “I can’t believe we’re…oh God…lower, Rob…lower!”

She gently but firmly pushed his willing head down, his kisses lathering her boobs then the slight, white paunch of her belly, as she pulled the blanket aside, letting her aroma waft to his nose. He sniffed deeply, devouring the muskiness of her pussy as he looked at it, that thick bush inviting, the dark flesh within gleaming with sudden moisture.

“I…I don’t shave there…sorry,” she said in a soft, unnecessary apology. “And I haven’t…showered today…I may not be…fresh…”

He laughed, looking into that furry cleft, licking his lips.

“I must say, I’ve never…seen one…like this,” he whispered, sniffing. “It’s so different…perfect…beautiful…and your scent…God…”

She curled a finger into her mouth, biting it coquettishly as she looked at him now kissing her tanned thighs, eyes on her, licking the soft wrinkles of them. He felt the muscles tense beneath her flesh as she parted them, the sagging inner meat wiggling as he did. He groaned, Üsküdar Escort slithering down, laying flat between them, kissing them, licking them, sucking on that delicious flesh, nibbling at it. She shuddered head to toe as he did, her hands on his head, moving it.

“Eat…eat me baby!” she groaned, as he did just that, burying his face in furry chasm, the oily lips parting and sliding on his cheeks as his tongue dove between them, lapping madly. “EAT MY PUSSY BABY!”

She could not recall ever saying those words before, not when she was young, certainly not as she aged, but they felt right and necessary and she murmured them over and over and over as the eager young man’s talented tongue laved at her cunt meat, washing up and down her lips and tickling her clit.

“EAT MY PUSSY!” she bellowed now, letting it all out, cupping his head to her soaking cunt and slamming her muscular old thighs around his head, scissoring him in place, an inescapable grip he had no intention of seeking release from, hands caressing the squeezing meat.

“OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCKKKKK!” she roared, arching her back and sliding down on the bed, ankles locked, thighs throbbing around his young face, grinding her sex into his eager mouth.

Rob attached his lips to her clit, sucking it like a nipple, dribbling it with his tongue, feeling her entire body respond, tensing, muscles squeezing, thrusting into him. Her lips were thick and wet, kissing around his cheeks as they burrowed deeper between them.

She came long and hard, going silent as she did, mouth open but nothing coming out, her legs locked out straight and quivering from the intensity of her sexual scissor grip on his ears, feeling a blast of energy surge from her pussy, into his mouth and filling his being.

Her flow of orgasmic fluids was a surge of sticky liquid, aromatic and copious and flooding his trapped face, and he licked harder still, swallowing her, eating her liquid offerings and finding himself dizzy and light headed from the lack of oxygen as he was further compressed in her powerful old thighs. She lifted herself up off the bed, his hands cupped around the flexing hardness of her supple white cheeks, marveling at the silky power of her mounds, thumbs slipping into her hole, fingering her as she flooded his mouth in her endless stream.

When she finally stopped cumming, then she let out a long, sibilant hissing gasp as she relaxed back down onto the bed. Rob’s hands came up to caress the prison bars of her thighs, massaging the now slack meat of them until they parted and he found himself gasping for long-deprived air. He panted as he rested between her slack thighs, kissing the sweaty meat of them and looking up over her splayed tits into her beatific, flushed, smiling face.

“That…was..amaaaaaazing,” she cooed, running her small, bony old hand over his smeared face. “Sorry if I squeezed you too hard, but I have…NEVER cum like that!”

“Oh, no, I loved it,” he growled, kissing her thighs again, watching them quiver at his lips. “You have pretty strong legs…”

“For an old lady?” she giggled, wiggling her thigh meat at him. “Yeah, I guess I do. How’s your head?”

“Great!” he laughed. “How’s yours?”

She laughed, touching her bump.

“Getting better,” she smiled. “Now…c’mere, you…”

He was all smiles as he knelt up on the bed, peeling off his shirt as she reached for his belt, undoing it and peeling down his jeans. He shucked them, and his underwear, his long hard cock bobbing wetly before him. She groaned at the sight of it, and pulled at his hips, kneeling him up by her head, his cock at her puckered mouth.

“My turn,” she growled. “And do be a good boy and get one of my toys out of the nightstand!”

Moments later, he was balls deep in her wrinkled mouth, head back and gasping at the velvety feel of her wet tongue lashing over his cock, one hand on the shaft madly jerking him in and out of her lips, groaning as she worked and he pressed the buzzing vibrator into the furry wetness of her cunt.

She slurped around his cock, thighs parted, hips wriggling side to side as the toy buzzed at her clit, her hand flashing up and down his shaft, forearm flesh tight and dancing with tendon and sinew as he watched, enraptured by the sight of her blowing him.

She was good, very good, easily better at sucking dick than any young woman he’d ever had. She smiled up at him as she devoured his meat, that tongue tickling the sensitive underside of its head, her other hand not-so-gently kneading his huge, bloated balls.

“Oh, GOD, Mrs.Tomlin…you’re so…the best, the best!” he babbled, working the vibrator deeper into her furry cleft.

Suddenly, she pulled him over atop her in a 69, his cock at her mouth, balls draped over her eyes and forehead, tickling the bump on her head. He dipped his face down between her thighs, plunging the vibrator into her hole and lapping madly at her clit again, feeling it tremble to his touch. She ingested him to the balls, letting her throat muscles work feverishly at the tip, coaxing him toward orgasm. He screamed a long, guttural scream into her furry wet maw as he felt it building. She locked her legs around his head again, curling a muscular calf over the back of his neck, hooking that foot under the opposite knee in a figure-four scissors that completely imprisoned him.

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KJ

The first fishing trip of the season finally arrived. The boys were packed and on their way and not a minute too soon. Katherine smiled and waved as her husband and son pulled away, closed the door and sighed in relief. She did enjoy a few days of solace to herself to do as she pleased and enjoy a break from the monotony of everyday living. Unencumbered living of what and when she wanted dinner, nothing more than her favorite robe at best, her music at her level and a candle-lit, uninterrupted hot bath were on the to-do list, just to name a few.

The evening’s plans had come together nicely. A heavy thunder storm was rolling in and only enhanced the evening of smooth jazz, quiche and the warm tub.

The next morning it was clear that the soothing sounds of the heavy thunderstorm had reeked havoc to the swimming pool. The tarp covering it had come undone and the pool was loaded with debris. As she contemplated calling her husband the phone rang. Bill was calling to check in as he heard about the storm on the news report. She certainly didn’t want him to cut the trip short and did not want him to be surprised when he got back. She filled him in on the status of the pool. He didn’t seem too worried about it and would take care of it when he got home. Still troubled by the mess, but still pleased she had more time to herself.

Katherine went about her errands for the day and was looking forward to much of the same as the evening before. While picking up a few groceries she ran into Susan from church where Katherine plays piano for Sunday service. “So, did anything float away with all that rain last night?” Susan asked.

“Oh yeah and it all floated into my pool. The liner broke and I have quite a murky swamp back there” Katherine replied. “My boys are on a fishing trip and I am not about to spend my vacation cleaning out that mess.”

Susan chuckled as she knew all too well the miracle of long and away fishing trips. “I tell you what, I will send Justin over this afternoon. He could use some time away from that Xbox or whatever it is these kids play these days.”

Katherine had known Susan’s son Justin as the shy and polite young man from church who just started college. “Oh thank you but that’s ok, I will just have my guys take care of it when they get back” said Katherine.

“Really it’s no problem – it would be a benefit to all of us.”

Well, ok then. I guess it will get me out of listening to the boys whining about having to do it.” “Alright then, I will make sure he is there at noontime.”

Right on time the door bell rang at straight up noon. Shy and awkward Justin stood there “Hi Mrs Jacobs, my mom said you need some help with cleaning your Bostancı Escort pool.”

“Oh yes thank you so much for coming. Let’s go in back and get you started.” Katherine got him acclimated with the tools of the trade. “And when you’re down come back in and I will have some lunch for you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Katherine went about her household chores and stopped for a moment to peek out the window to see how Justin was doing. Down to his swimming trunks. She was taken aback by his smooth and toned body. She smirked to herself and turned away before her mind wandered. Back to the chores but a few minutes later she found herself peeking out that window again. Justin got down to nitty gritty and jumped in the pool to get the job done. He emerged from the pool and his young body glistened from the water and reflection of the sun. And, wait….what…oh my! His nylon trunks clung to his body and it outlined his cock…his very substantial cock. She starred intently to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. What he possessed was of epic porn star proportions. Her pussy tingled and her body warmed thinking about experiencing it. The cinema in her head was a flicker of nonstop lascivious scenes. She turned away and panted heavy as she tried to gather herself. For years now there was and ember inside her that longed to be ignited to do something wild and uncontrolled. It was at this moment that the blaze raged with reckless abandon. It was now or never to quench her thirst.

How could this all come together. At the very least she wanted to see his manhood in the flesh. Just a clear view of his tender man meat. It was nearly impossible for her to focus on a scenario. “Cmon Katherine….think….think clearly now” in a mumble of frustration.

Just then Justin entered through the patio doors. “All done Mrs. Jacobs, every leaf and twig accounted for.”

“Very good Justin, let me put together a sandwich for you.”

“Sounds good.”

Almost like a miracle the words left her lips. “Why don’t we get you out of those wet trunks. My son has some sweat pants you would fit in. Come upstairs with me.”

“Um…ok…” he replied gingerly.

Her body trembled as they went upstairs. Her mouth went dry and her heart raced. Wife, mother, school teacher, piano player at church had all been forgotten. A woman with lustful, borderline taboo desires had taken over.

She grabbed a towel from the closet. He gently followed behind as they entered her son’s room. She rustled through the drawers and found a pair of sweats and tshirt. She paused for a moment. There was no turning back now. She made it this far. “Here ya go. I will leave you here to dry off and then you Kadıköy Escort come on down for some lunch.”

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Jacobs.”

She left the room, paused for a few seconds, her eyes closed and she listened intently to his soft motions. It could not have been timed more perfectly. She turned and entered the room and saw him standing there fully nude. His young toned body fully exposed to her. Katherine soaked him in, all of him, wide eyed and in awe of the manhood that dangled between his legs. Justin gasped and scurried to cover himself, his cock whipping around as he twisted and turned searching for coverage. He balled up the jogging pants and covered himself and coiled his body to hide himself even more, clearly embarrassed. He managed to murmur out “I’m sorry” which Katherine thought was odd as it was she who barged in on him.

She moved towards him slowly. “Justin it’s okay, you have nothing to be sorry about. There is no need to be scared or nervous.” She put her arm around him and gently pet him to soothe his anxiety. His erratic breathing pattern got back in rhythm. “Justin, may I have the jogging pants?” He did not move or respond but really didn’t need to as Katherine was already extracting them from his clasp before her last syllable was uttered. Her eyes affixed to his young tender cock that she wanted to awaken and then tame. Katherine reached down and lifted it with her palm and felt its mass and heat. Justin started trembling again. “Shhh Shhh Shhh baby it’s okay just relax.”

“Mrs Jacobs I’ve never….” “Don’t be afraid or ashamed and just let things happen naturally.” she assured him. Her hand wrapped around his member and she began milking it to life. It responded to her touch and almost instantly it became fully engorged. His body trembled and his breathing became eratic as she massaged his tool. He stumbled, almost dizzy, and Katherine wondered if it was from all the blood that had rushed to plump up his cock. “I think it will help you relax if you sat on the bed” she said. Without releasing his cock she guided him down and continued the delicate stroking. She used both hands to provide maximum pleasure. And with both hands caressing, her clasp not ever close to making a full circle, and stacked from the base, the helmet and some shaft still poked through. Justin’s arms reached behind him and pushed into the mattress, his back arching as he tried to control his breathing.

“Mrs Jacobs I’ve never…I’ve never…this is…” It became clear to her what he was trying to say. Not only had Justin never been with a woman before in any sexual capacity, this would be his very first orgasm of any kind. His mother, Sister Mary Holy Susan Göztepe Escort had likely instilled the fear of God in him and any kind of manual exploration of his body meant going blind and a ride straight to h.e. double hockey sticks. The thought of that aroused her even more. She gripped harder and increased her stroke. His balls tightened. His massive ramrod beefed up even more. His body started to tremble. Her eyes focused on the purple helmet. ‘MRS. JACOBS….MRS. JACOBS…MRS JACOBS” he gasped out.

“LET IT RELEASE BABY. IT’S OK JUST LET IT RELEASE” almost hoping her words would coax it out. The commotion of his body trembling and the moans of his condition had suddenly stopped. The only sound was of her hands milking his tool. The glorious moment was upon them. His first orgasm, at her hands. Justin let out a loud and quivering moan as her eyes zeroed in on the tip. A white soft rope of jizz launched out of cock. Her milking was in time with his ejaculating. Spurt after spurt of warm creamy seed fired from his cock and came splashing down on her hands and his body.

The pulsing of jizz finally subsided and his body laid limp on the bed. With much reluctance she put his meat down. “Just relax I will be right back.” He let out of a soft moan. Katherine prepared a warm wash cloth and washed his seed off her hands. A bit of a waste, she thought, as she would much rather experience it splashed on her tits or in her mouth, or the sensation of it being pumped inside her. But it certainly was thrilling to see such impressive manhood fountain off its sweet milk.

She returned to the room to see him just about floating off the bed and she smiled at herself for a job well done. And then, something she has not seen in so many years, a fully engorged cock after an orgasm. How she wanted to experience it in every way possible at this moment. But it was evident from the trance that Justin was in that one trip to Nirvana was enough for him to palate today. She took his cock in her hands again and bathed it ever so gently. She cleaned him thoroughly and recorded every inch of it in her mind.

Justin sat up and looked at Katherine, waiting for instructing and assurance. “Mrs Jacobs please don’t tell my mother.”

She smiled lovingly and brushed his hair aside “Don’t worry, what happened today is between you and I, OK.” “Yes, ma’am”

Katherine found a bag to put his wet clothes in and invited him to go home in her son’s clothes, already setting up the next round. She led him down the stairs and to the door. He turned and looked at her “Thank you Mrs. Jacobs”.

She brush his shoulder, hoping to assure him even more “You are very welcome. Everything is OK, this is our secret.” He smiled and headed home.

Katherine settled down on the sofa. Almost hoping to feel ashamed at what just happened. But instead her mind was aflutter with thoughts of experiencing him all over her body. She would make it happen, and not soon enough.

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Author’s Note: Anyone still reading should know the drill. This series is mainly about incest and jokes that only work some of the time, and a bunch of other fetishes strewn all over the floor to be accidentally stepped on when you’re not looking. Enjoy.

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Emily’s eyes opened wide and bright as soon as she woke up. She immediately flung back the covers to check on spiffy new penis. Her ensuing cry of despair startled Jaime out of bed, and he crashed to the floor.

“What?” Jaime asked, his head poking back up over the edge of the bed like a ground hog. “What’s the matter? Are we under attack?”

“Worse,” Emily sobbed disconsolately.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Even worse!”

“You’ve been mind controlled to hate sex again?”

“Wor- no wait, not that bad.” Emily shivered at the memory.

Jaime pondered a moment. “You woke up and aren’t horny?”

“As if that would ever happen. No, Jai, my cock’s gone.”

“Ah, yes, so it is.”

Emily stared sadly at her crotch where her beautiful, shiny new penis had turned back into her plain, boring old strapon. It used to be her favourite thing, but couldn’t very well compare to the actual flesh and blood version.

“That’s such a tease,” Emily muttered. “I had such plans for my cock.”

“By any chance, did all these alleged plans involve ruthlessly pounding my mouth and ass and filling me up with a ridiculous amount of girl-cum?”

“Um… probably. Let me check.” Emily pulled out her schedule for the next week. She traced her finger across line after line involving gratuitous, brotherly incest. “Hm, yep. Pretty much. That wasn’t very good scheduling, though. I really should have left room for fucking a few other people in there somewhere.” Emily tossed her planner away. “But I guess it doesn’t matter now.”

Jaime’s butt relaxed in relief at not being the target of an inhumane amount of luxurious fucking.

“You got your pussy back,” Jaime said, attempting to point out a bright side. “That’s pretty nice.”

Emily was unconvinced. “Is it though?”

“Of course it is. Your sweet cunt’s one of the top three things I love most about you.”

Emily bit her lip. She was swayed by her brother’s romantic flattery, but not yet convinced. “But I liked having a cock better.”

“I know, Em. It’s rough. Let me make it better for you.”

Jaime pulled off her strapon and lay down between her legs. He buried his face in her cute little pussy and licked enthusiastically. He, for one, was much happier eating out her tasty snatch that trying to accommodate her big girl-cock being jammed down his throat over and over. He was just weird that way.

Emily chilled out as she was licked to orgasm by her beloved brother. She relaxed even more when he shoved his cock inside her and began battering her uterus. It was so considerate of him to give her a nice, hard fucking when she was feeling so disheartened. He was always thinking of her.

The siblings had lovely incestuous sex for a while, and Emily gradually felt more and more like her usual self. She still longed for her cock, but getting to feel her brother’s dick all up inside her ovaries was nice too.

Jaime was doing his best to pound the shit out of his sister’s tight little cunt. Proper pussy destruction was the only thing that had a chance of consoling Emily. She needed to be reminded how much she loved her slutty girl body, and that she could still have just as much fun without her sexy, sexy penis.

It wasn’t until Jaime came that Emily was totally convinced. Feeling her uterus and ovaries become flooded with brother-cum reminded her of the joys of being totally girl-shaped.

After giving Emily’s baby factory a thorough cum-basting, Jaime pulled out and showered the remainder of his orgasm over her lithe, naked form. She giggled happily and rubbed his semen all over her body and massaged it into her hair.

“Feeling better now?” Jaime asked.

“Much better. Thanks, bro. You really know how to cheer a girl up.”

“I do what I can.”

Emily sat up with a gooey squelch. She patted her tummy. “You really filled up my ovaries this time. Good thing you have that magical cereal box ring that prevents pregnancy, or we’d be risking incest octuplets.”

“Oh yeah, I do, don’t I,” said Jaime. “We should probably mention that occasionally so the readers- I mean so we don’t forget.”

“Mmm. It’s so nice being able to have my little pussy and uterus filled up with brother-cum,” Emily said. “I personally would never forget that we can totally get away with that ever since chapter eight.”

The siblings shared a cummy kiss before Emily hauled herself out of the nice, warm, sticky bed.

“You should probably get cleaned up before school,” Jaime said.

“I know,” Emily said regretfully. “I was just on my way to the bathroom. I’d really like to stay and luxuriate in a nice creamy bed all morning, but unfortunately we’re responsible students who value our education and getting to school on time.”

“More’s the pity,” Jaime concurred. “I’ll probably have to throw out the mattress in the Şerifali Escort meantime. Can’t have Mom stumbling upon it in this state while she’s still mind-controlled into thinking sex is bad by those cultists from chapter nine.”

“Nice recap,” Emily said. “But you don’t think we could maybe save our nice squishy bed for tonight?”

“I don’t. It’s too risky. Plus all the cum’ll get cold by then.”

“Oh yeah. Ew.” Emily made a face. “Sleeping in room temperature cum would be gross.”

“Yeah. That’s the part that would be gross. Definitely.”

Emily snuck to the shower while Jaime dealt with disposing of their sodden mattress in the backyard mattress incinerator. She tried to wash herself off quickly, but there was so much cum that she didn’t really get anywhere.

Part of the problem was Emily kept getting distracted playing with herself in her cummy state. She meant to rinse and scrub, but her gooey, slippery skin was so tantalizing. She rubbed her tits for a while, then played with her pussy in the hope of being able to cram some more cum inside. She couldn’t, though, since she was already packed full.

She then got some play time with BJ, her butt plug. He was growing so big, and she was such a proud mommy. She pulled him in and out of her bum, thoroughly enjoying the way he stretched her asshole out at his widest point.

Jaime finally had to join her in the shower and help Emily get cleaned up since she was taking forever. With their efforts combined, they were much more successful.

“There we go,” Jaime said with a celebratory spank on his sister’s tight ass. “All squeaky clean.”

“Thanks, bro,” Emily said. “Now how about a quick fuck?”

“We already had one. We really don’t have time for-“

“Oops,” Emily said as she ‘accidentally’ pulled her butt plug out and backed up into Jaime’s cock.

Her well practiced and extremely slutty bumhole latched on to her brother’s fantastic penis and sucked it in. Jaime was helpless against her butt-fu. He was drawn into her impossibly tight rear hole, nearly cumming at the initial feeling of loving snugness that only his sister’s body could provide.

Emily squealed with pure glee as her beloved brother, the love of her life, grabbed her firmly by the hips and set about wrecking her ass. Being used as her brother’s anal fuck toy-in a totally caring and respectful way of course-was her very favourite thing in life.

If Emily could have spent every second of her existence having hard, passionate, incestuous butt sex with Jaime, she wouldn’t have even had to think about it. She would have jumped at the chance and spent the rest of her days as a blissfully fulfilled sister-shaped cock toy.

Unfortunately, Christine was not currently aware of her daughter’s hopes and dreams, nor would she have been supportive like a good mother should be. She would have found the very notion of her sweet, innocent children having hot, sexy, teenage butt sex to be abhorrent and disgusting, and not at all the beautiful display of pure and holy love that it truly was.

Jaime and Emily both knew that their mother needed help with her cult-imposed mind-affliction, and also knew that it was kind of a bad thing when she started pounding on the bathroom door demanding to know who was taking so long.

“Emily?” Christine demanded. “Is that you hogging the shower? You’ve been in there far too long.”

Emily remained frozen for a moment with Jaime buried firmly up her bum. It was a cunning response, since there was a chance their mom’s vision was based on movement, just like the dinosaur from that one movie. Christine didn’t actually barge in, however, so they weren’t yet discovered.

“Yeah, Mom,” Emily called back. “It’s me in here. Just me. No Jaime.”

“I’m not here,” Jaime confirmed.

“Glad to hear it,” Christine said. “I don’t even want to think what sort of disgusting things might happen if your brother was in the shower with you.”

“Probably some lovely-” Emily started before having Jaime’s hand slapped across her mouth.

“She doesn’t want to think about it,” Jaime hissed.

Emily realized her mistake and nodded acknowledgement. She had a bad tendency to assume that everyone understood how wonderful incest was, and also to ignore any signal they might give that they felt the opposite.

“What I mean to say,” Emily said loudly, “is that if my brother somehow accidentally entered the bathroom while I was all naked and wet and totally wicked hot and shit, I would of course try to cover my naughty bits while also shrieking for him to get out.”

Jaime flashed her a thumbs up for her totally convincing lie.

“As is tradition,” Christine agreed. “I’m glad to see you’re learning something at school. I was beginning to wonder.”

“Oh sure,” Emily said. “Loads of things. Just please don’t ask me to name any of them.”

“I didn’t plan on asking,” Christine said. “All I really want is for you to get out of the shower already. Some of us have things to do today.”

“You do?” Emily asked with genuine surprise. “I mean, I know you had a business Şerifali Escort Bayan job back in the earlier chapters, but lately it seems like you don’t do much of anything when me and Jai aren’t around.”

“Don’t talk to your mother that way, young lady,” Christine chided. “What I do is none of your concern. Now, I’m giving you two minutes before I come in there and pull you out of the shower myself.”

“Ah ha!” said Emily. “You can’t do that since I’m naked in here and if you came in you’d see my luscious girly parts.”

“I’m your mother and we’re both girls,” Christine said. “It’s totally not weird or sexual for me to see your tits or vagina. Or even your ass for that matter.”

“Aw shit,” Emily muttered. “She’s right. Girls are totally allowed to see each other’s bits in a totally platonic and not sexual way. Especially mothers with their daughters.”

“Yeah, it’s weird, but scientifically factual,” Jaime said. “I personally don’t understand how anyone could see you naked and not want to fuck you.”

“Aw, thanks. That’s so sweet.”

Outside the bathroom, Christine had started counting down their two minutes. They didn’t have much time.

With the quick thinking and excellent technical skills they were known for, Jaime and Emily grabbed some tools from under the sink and silently knocked a big hole in the wall. They then put on their hard hats and goggles, as well as a little safety vest for Jaime’s dick, and set about doing some swift and subtle carpentry.

They finished up installing a brand new picture window just in the nick of time. Jaime still ran into a problem when he tried to make his escape.

“Um, I don’t think this window opens,” he said. “Did we just install a non-opening window as my escape plan?”

“Yeah, I thought that might be what we were doing,” Emily said with careful consideration. “But I wasn’t sure until we were finished. I don’t really know that much about carpentry.”

“Me either,” Jaime said. “Still, a fully installed picture window in under two minutes wasn’t a bad effort.”

“We did good,” Emily concurred. “And luckily I had the idea to install a totally hidden and undetectable secret exit while we were working.”

“Wow,” said Jaime, genuinely impressed. “Where does it lead?”

“Outside. It’s literally just a doggy door.”

Emily held open the super secret exit door for her brother while he dove out just at the very last second. Despite having nearly a full two minutes to work with, the siblings had still almost dawdled long enough to get caught.

Christine burst in just as Jaime had disappeared. Emily smiled innocently amongst the debris of their recent construction job.

“Emily, what did you do?” Christine asked.

“I put in a window as a surprise for you,” Emily said. She spread her arms. “Surprise!”

“Why on earth would you do that?”

“I mean, look at all the natural sunlight in here now. It’s much cheerier.”

“Emily, darling, this is a bathroom. This is where we shower, or bathe, or… actually I’m not sure what the toilet’s for, no one’s ever used it.”

Emily remained undaunted. “Those things are true.”

Christine waited to see if her daughter would figure out her grievous error, then she remembered this was Emily she was talking to. “We get naked in here,” she explained patiently.

“Right.”

“And now there’s a great big window taking up most of the wall.”

“Uh huh.”

“People can see us, Emily. They can see in through the window and see our naked bodies. In fact, you’re naked right now, and anybody looking in would see you.”

Emily had grasped these things, she wasn’t stupid, but she had once again failed to remember that being seen naked wasn’t something she was supposed to enjoy. “Oh,” she said. “Right. Because those things you just said are bad things. Gotcha.”

“Exactly. Now, do you think you could possibly put the wall back the way it was?”

“Doubt it. I’m not much of a carpenter.”

Christine waved a hand at the professionally rebuilt wall. “You just did all that.”

“Yeah, but main characters can do basically anything when the plot calls for it and they’ve got a lazy writer. That doesn’t mean I can just do carpentry whenever I feel like it.”

“Fine, fine. I don’t know what any of that means, but maybe the window won’t be so bad. At least clean up all the tools and sawdust and bits of wire and pipe that look like they might have actually been quite important before they were ripped out.”

“Sure thing.”

Emily hummed to herself while ineffectively trying to shove all the mess under the bath mat by the tub. Christine silently despaired.

Emily made sure to bend over quite a bit more than necessary, and also show off her beautiful naked body from every conceivable angle, just in case it might turn her mother on. No such luck, but at least it was fun.

Christine stripped nude as well, thinking nothing of taking a perfectly innocent shower with her daughter still in the room. They were both girls, after all. And mother daughter relationships were absolutely capable Escort Şerifali of containing some shared naked time without it being weird or sexual. She couldn’t really think of any good examples or reasons why that was true, but she was sure it was.

After finishing her castle of debris with a bath mat thrown over top, Emily’s attention was firmly set on her naked milf of a mother. She fought her urges to jump in the shower and try to get some mother on daughter action going, but there was only so long that kind of internal struggle was going to last. Emily just didn’t have it in her to watch her sexy mommy soap up her big, juicy tits and plump, round ass and not try to get in on that.

“Need some help showering?” Emily asked, already stepping in behind her mother as she spoke.

“No, Emily,” said Christine. “I’m a grown woman. I can shower by myself.”

“Ok,” said Emily, who then proceeded to squirt some body wash into her hand and lather up her mom’s thick butt.

“I said no.” Christine swatted at Emily, but she may as well have been trying to kill a fly with an oversized comedy mallet.

“This will be excellent mother-daughter bonding time,” Emily said.

“That’s not what showers are for.”

“Why not? It seems like a perfect time to me. No distractions, no one to interrupt us, just you and me. A naked mommy and her baby girl, getting all wet and slippery together.”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Emily was still rubbing Christine’s ass. She was getting so bold as to slip the occasional finger into her mom’s butthole. All under the pretense of cleaning, of course.

“Well I, for one, feel much closer to you right now,” Emily said.

Christine hesitated. It was very tempting to seize upon a chance to bond with her daughter, since she felt like she had very little idea what was going on with her children these days. However, she couldn’t help feeling like Emily was up to something more than just some innocent family time. The way Emily kept trying to shove a hand up her ass had something to do with that suspicion.

“Emily, dear, please stop trying to fist Mommy’s bum,” Christine said. “I know you’re trying to be helpful, but that sort of thing could be considered somewhat sexual.”

Emily was the picture of wide-eyed innocence. “Could it?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“Oh.”

That didn’t stop Emily, so Christine was forced to physically drag her daughter away from her butt.

“Emily, seriously, please don’t stick your fingers or hand inside my bum or vagina.”

“Ok, Mommy. Sorry. Can I wash your sweet tits then?”

Christine frowned. “I suppose that’s fine. I wish you wouldn’t say it like that, is all.”

“Oh, right. I meant to ask if I could wash your breasts.”

Christine relaxed a little. “That’s better. As long as there’s no sexualization going on, there’s no reason a mother and daughter shouldn’t be physically close and intimate, such as in the case of you washing my sweet tits. I mean breasts. Shit, you got me doing it now.”

“Sorry, Mommy.”

Emily scrubbed, washed, and occasionally motorboated her mother’s breasts for as long as she could get away with it. When her mom wasn’t watching close enough, she pressed her slick little body close and rubbed their boobies together.

Christine was confused at how aroused she felt. She couldn’t understand why, since all the was happening was her super hot daughter was helping her shower and spending an awful lot of time and effort on her big, juicy mommy-tits. Nothing out of the ordinary, really.

“Maybe that’s enough breast washing,” Christine suggested. “You’ve been at them a while. I think they’re as clean as they’ve ever been.”

“Fine,” Emily said reluctantly. She immediately knelt down.

“And maybe not my vagina either.”

Emily pouted. “Alright.”

Christine stopped her before she could scoot around to the other side. “We’ve already discussed my butthole, Emily.”

“Oh yeah. Well then what else can I even help with?”

“Literally any other parts of my body except for my breasts, vagina, or bum.”

Emily pondered. “I don’t think that leaves anything fun.”

“Emily! If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you had a sexual interest in my body! Me! Your super hot and naked mother!”

“Preposterous!” said Emily. “I’m not a lesbian. You know that. It would have been on my birth certificate. Also that would be incestuous desire, which is illegal and bad and blah blah whatever.”

“Those are very good points,” Christine said. “And I’m now convinced that I was worried over nothing.”

“Good.”

“Now why don’t you wash my hair for me.”

“I’ve got a better idea. How about a kitten bath?”

“Kitten bath?”

“Yeah, you know, like when a mommy cat licks her baby clean.”

Christine, despite being thoroughly convinced by Emily’s logically sound argument, had misgivings about this new idea. “Umm…”

“Here, I’ll start. Though you should actually be playing the mommy cat. Since you’re my mommy and all.”

Emily started licking Christine’s soft, wet skin. She started high, around the shoulders and neck, and gradually worked downward. She was careful this time not too spend too much time on her mother’s tits and arouse suspicion. She only licked and sucked on them for a little while, then carried on down her tummy.

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I fell asleep after my swim, my arms tired but curled comfortably into a pillow. The sun’s touch felt warm and gentle on my back, and the sound of the waves lapping peacefully in the background lulled me into an easy slumber until the touch of his hand woke me.

“You’re late,” I scolded gently. He rolled me onto my back and I shaded sleepy eyes against the sun as I looked up at him. He smiled warmly, and then leaned into the comfort of my arms and the kiss I offered. “Hard day?” I asked.

He nodded, and then chuckled with dry humor. “Not hard enough.”

My fingers brushed across his arousal suggestively. “Perhaps we should do something about that…?”

“My thoughts exactly,” he answered, leaning down for yet another kiss. While our tongues played, I removed his jacket, loosened his tie and then pulled him down into the sand. I whimpered encouragingly when his hands strayed to the top of my swimsuit and traced the bikini’s outline across my breasts, and then again when his fingers slipped beneath the wet cloth.

“Seems you’re having a hard time, too,” he added, pinching one of my nipples for emphasis.

“They’re cold,” I complained.

“You don’t look cold to me,” he countered with a wicked grin and a look that could melt ice. “You look very, very hot.”

I rewarded him with a come-hither look as I stood, brushed the sand from my legs, and prepared to go inside where I hoped to continue this conversation more… intimately. He simply watched, admiring the view as I slowly twisted in front of him.

“Unfortunately, my day isn’t quite over yet,” he finally sighed, and stood up. “I’ve still got some paper work to finish up.”

I pouted, expecting this to mean an end to our little tryst. Instead he smiled, and motioned me over with a casual wave of his finger. “So, for now, I want you to go inside and wash off all that sand…”

“Then what?” I asked hopefully, as he pulled me into the circle of his arms, and brushed sand from my shoulders.

“Let’s start with that for now,” he answered, and I shivered nervously as he pressed his warm body next to mine.

“That okay?” he asked. I didn’t know what he had in mind, and I didn’t care. I simply nodded my consent, and headed inside to shower.

******

I met him in the study wearing only my towel, my hair wet and freshly shampooed and smelling of summer flowers. He smiled at my efforts to please him, and so I didn’t feel silly standing next to him in only a thin blue towel. I felt beautiful, and very, very erotic.

“You look absolutely delicious,” he replied, sliding one arm beneath the towel and pulling me closer. I tried to ignore the wanderings of his hand as it strayed across my hips and down my thigh, but he was far more experienced than I and he knew how to touch me, how to make my body respond to his desires.

I groaned, my desire fueled by the anticipation of his caress and the memory of his hands on my skin. I was quite wet by the time his fingers finally graced me with his touch, and he smiled.

“I saw what you did to the bedroom,” he purred. I tried to remember what I had done earlier – I vaguely recalled setting out his toys at some point – but it was all I could do to hold onto the towel as his fingers slid easily between my legs and began stroking that heat.

“I like what you did to the bedroom,” he continued, slowly increasing the tempo between my legs and deliberately sliding his thumb up and across my sensitive clit. My pulse raced, and I had to put my hand on the back of his chair to maintain my balance. “You obviously went to a lot of trouble to prepare for this evening.”

I nodded agreement and closed my eyes, entirely focused on the movement of his hand as it slowly kindled the fire between my legs.

“It would be a shame to waste it,” he answered. “Don’t you agree?”

I nodded again, and heard him chuckle as my breath caught and my nipples tightened for him. After a moment he removed his fingers, stood and with a firm tug at the top of my towel, motioned for me to follow him into the bedroom.

He must have lit the candles while I was in the shower, but otherwise the room was exactly as I’d left it earlier this afternoon. I’d placed a small towel on the dresser next to the bed, and laid out an assortment of his favorite toys: vibrators, rabbits, plugs, ties and lotion. He gazed at them with passion in his eyes, and then motioned me forward.

“Which would you like to play with tonight?” he asked affectionately. I looked at the selection of toys, carefully noting the different sizes and shapes. There was a long thin vibrator that I remembered well, and a short stubby rabbit that looked like it might be fun. But I wanted more than teasing tonight, I wanted to feel the stretch and pull of him inside me, and glanced shyly at the pulsating dildos. I laughed lightly at the nervousness I still felt in his presence, but he smiled when I reached tentatively for the medium sized dildo.

“You’re sure about gaziantep zenci escort that, now?” I nodded shyly. I’d never actually tried one of the pulsating toys, but he had recommended them several times and I was feeling slightly adventurous. He smiled mysteriously at my selection, and motioned me towards the bed where he sat down, pulled me between his legs, and then removed my towel. I stood somewhat nervously, anticipating his touch.

His hands didn’t wander this time, and I had to grab onto his shoulders to steady myself as they found my wet heat. His fingers entered easily, and I gasped at the intrusion even as my body welcomed his touch. I was very warm, and embarrassingly wet, and the repetition of his fingers as they scissored inside me and across my clit was rapidly driving me wild. I groaned.

“That’s it, love…” was all he said, but I shivered at the passion in his voice. “Open up for me. A little more…” I obeyed silently, and he increased his pace, making an effort of teasing my clit with each stroke of his hand. “You’ll like this…”

I nodded brokenly as the passion built inside me and goose bumps erupted on my skin. He smiled at their appearance, then slowly circled my left nipple with his tongue and teased it ever so gently between his teeth. My knees trembled and I arched into his touch for more.

“No, you don’t. Stand still.” he instructed. “Keep your hands on my shoulders.” I obeyed automatically, and tried to stand still, but my determination wavered with each thrust of his fingers. “That’s better.”

“Oh, God!” I fought to remain standing, whimpering with the effort of obeying him, and then bit back several groans when he rolled his thumb across my clit, oblivious to everything but the strength of his hand, the roll of his thumb, and the caress of his tongue across my breasts. I ran my fingernails across his shoulders encouragingly and wrestled with his fingers until my thrusts matched his own.

I needed him.

Now.

I could see him straining beneath his slacks, remembered the feel of him inside me, filling me, and shook as pleasure exploded beneath his fingertips. The sensations were so overpowering that my voice trembled when I spoke. “I… want… you.”

His hand moved faster, went deeper as he chuckled, “Are you sure?”

“God… Yes!” I answered breathlessly. “Want… you!”

“Show me.”

That was all the encouragement I needed.

I tackled him, pinned his hands onto the bed, and captured his mouth for a passionate kiss while attempting to regain control of my body’s treasonous desires. I broke the kiss breathlessly, and lay my head on his shoulder: The jerk was still dressed. I was a trembling mass of erotic sensation, and he hadn’t even removed his shirt.

Well, it wasn’t his shirt I was interested in. My hands slid of their own accord to his waistband and fumbled with the zipper. I wanted to feel that smooth strength in my hand. I wanted to feel his muscles tighten against my palm as I stroked him, to hear his breath catch as I teased him. I wanted him inside me! After a few desperate tugs he must have decided it was safer to help than risk permanent dismemberment, because he quickly unfastened the zipper, and then lay back. I smiled my appreciation at him as he wiggled the pants past his hips, and promptly slid my hands around his shaft.

He groaned.

I grinned. It felt wonderful to get a little of my own back after all of his teasing, so I squeezed slightly, and rolled my thumb across the head of his erection just to watch him squirm. The sense of power as he twisted in my hand was incredible, and reminded me that – for the moment at least – I held the upper hand here.

I began with feather like nibbles at the base of his neck, and let my hands wander affectionately beneath his shirt. He groaned encouragingly after only a few nips and shifted, using his legs to push both of us further onto the bed. I followed the movement by swinging myself up and over, and cradled his swollen shaft firmly between us. It took only a moment to remove his shirt after that, and then we were skin-to-skin, blanketed in soft candlelight and tender caresses.

He twitched encouragingly as my hands brushed across his erection. I liked it so much I stroked him several more times just to hear him groan and feel his body twitch as he responded to my caresses. He nearly pushed us off the bed when I rolled my thumbs slowly across the head of his erection a second time and then scraped his shaft lightly with my fingernails. I chuckled, delighted with his reactions, and leaned forward as his hands wandered purposely across my back.

I tingled where he touched me, shivering as goose bumps reappeared briefly, and tried to ignore his Cheshire-cat grin as I trailed kisses across his shoulders. He was taller than me, so as my hands moved from his groin to his shoulders for balance, I used my thighs to continue rubbing against him. It gaziantep escort was impossible to tell who was more aroused at this point, his breath came in short gasps as I kissed and stroked but mine weren’t much better, and I wanted him as crazed as he’d made me earlier. So, in broken gasps I told him how much I enjoyed feeling him deep inside me, stretching me, filling me until I didn’t know where he ended and I began. He growled his arousal and shifted desperately, and grabbed my waist with both hands in an attempt to reposition me. I hung on tight, and circled his ear with my tongue one last time before he finally exploded into action and flipped us both over.

He wasted no more time, and quickly buried himself in my soft folds, then wrapped me in his arms and barely moved. I was pinned beneath him, blanketed in his warmth and weight, and felt incredibly sexy for driving him to this frenzy.

“You are a tease,” he groaned. I chuckled in agreement, quite proud of my antics at the moment, and knew that despite the groan he was equally pleased. He finally pushed himself up and captured my mouth in a fiery kiss. Then he began to move. My desire returned full force from the simmering boil it had been while teasing him, and I arched into him, matching his thrusts equally with ones of my own.

I gasped. He groaned. My skin tingled and I locked my arms around his neck desperately. He countered with hot kisses across my collarbone – knowing I couldn’t last when that erogenous area was teased – and it couldn’t last, our desire was too intense, the flesh too sensitive to prolong the sensations we were feeling. I almost launched us off the bed as my desire exploded into orgasm and I squeezed my legs around him.

He groaned again as the muscles surrounding his hot shaft rippled in time with my orgasm, and I trembled beneath him. I was oblivious to everything but the feel of him thrusting deeper and deeper inside me, but I felt his orgasm when it hit, and heard his ragged breathing when he collapsed on top of me.

He didn’t even pull out, just stayed that way while attempting to regain control of his own passions afterwards. I shivered every time he moved, exhausted and tired, but still so incredibly sensitive. He finally rolled off, separating us with an audible pop and layback with me snuggled into his arms.

******

I don’t know how long we slept, but the sunlight was just beginning to fade when he woke me from my dreams with a chaste kiss on the shoulder. I grumbled pleasantly, and closed my eyes fiercely as I snuggled deeper into the shelter of his arms. I was too comfortable to wake up.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he asked quietly, adding another kiss to my shoulder blades. “You liked teasing me.” I nodded, but otherwise kept my silence.

“I enjoyed it, too,” he finally affirmed. “But I like teasing you even more.” With that, he reached over my chest for the forgotten toy I’d chosen earlier, kissed me quickly, and sat up.

“Now, go get dressed,” he replied. I must have looked dazed because he clarified his statement, then added a grin and a slap on the ass. “Just slip back into the swimsuit, love, and meet me in the study.”

I nodded, and walked carefully back to the bathroom to retrieve my swimsuit. It was still damp, but I slipped into the suit anyway after taking a few moments to brush my hair and clean myself off, and then headed for the study.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he stated upon my return, and pointed to a short, straight-backed chair near his desk. I sat down as instructed, and waited as he pulled out several light-weight ropes and tied my ankles to the back of the chair. When those were secure, he threaded another rope around my waist, drew my arms back behind the chair and tied them loosely together as well.

“That alright?” he asked, carefully checking to make sure I wasn’t tied uncomfortably. I nodded. I wasn’t in any pain, but I was very pleasantly uncomfortable. He grinned. “Now try to get up.”

I tried to do as he instructed, but with my arms and ankles tied to the back of the chair, I could only manage to lift myself a few inches. He slipped behind me and tightened one of the ropes more securely, making it nearly impossible to rise from the chair. Satisfied that I couldn’t escape, he then slid his hand around the chair and into the front of my swimsuit where he began a rapid-fire assault on my still overly sensitive clit. I bucked and tried to squirm away but he was relentless and in only a few minutes I was wet and gasping for release.

“I’m going to enjoy teasing you,” he chuckled, and quickly inserted the pulsating vibrator I had chosen earlier. I don’t know when he added the clitoral extension, but I groaned at the tight fit, and shifted uncomfortably as he slid it in and out repeatedly. Finally assured that the toy moved easily, he headed into the bedroom and returned with two pillows and stuffed them behind my back. I was forced to sit forward, and the new extension rubbed incessantly against my clit. I squirmed in the chair, trying to get even a little more comfortable and he grinned.

“That won’t help,” he chuckled. “You’ll only make yourself more sensitive if you move.”

I felt the extension rub coarsely across my still overly sensitive clit, and realized the trap I’d set myself. “Oh God… You… planned this.”

“Why do you think I was so pleased with your choice?” he chuckled again, watching my renewed struggles with amusement. I really wanted the use of my hands, just to smack the silly grin off his face. He kept chuckling, so I closed my eyes, and slowly – deliberately – counted to ten.

It didn’t help. I still wanted to smack him.

“Okay,” I said as seductively as possible, considering the position I was in and the sudden desire I’d had to smack him. “Now what?”

“Now we see what happens when we turn this on” he said, and hit the button on the toy’s control. I groaned softly and closed my eyes while he played with the pulsating speed. The toy sprang eagerly to life, buzzed happily against my clit for a few moments and then fell silent, every bit as obnoxious as I’d known it would be. It felt like I was on fire. No matter how I moved, or how I pulled at the ropes, I couldn’t escape the periodic beating against my clit, or the stretch and pull of the vibrator as it moved inside me.

“Try to relax,” he coached. Who was he kidding? Every move I made only aggravated the excited – almost painful – beating against my clit.

“God, I’d almost forgotten how sensitive you are.” As if to prove his point, he increased the toy’s speed and watched as I struggled for composure. I trembled as goose bumps erupted on my skin for the third time that night and bit my lip, but was unable to hold back the groan or stop myself from trying to get out of the chair. I shook my head, embarrassed by my body’s reactions, and begged him to turn it off.

“I don’t think so,” he chuckled. “You look entirely too delightful, and I still have some work to finish.” I groaned quietly as he again changed the toy’s speed, and then left it pulsing slowly but energetically against my clit. “And THAT should keep you entertained until I’m done. I’ll be over there if you need me,” he laughed at his own remark, then sat down behind his desk and started working.

Damn it. If I ever got out of this chair, I was going to …

Hell, I didn’t know what I’d do, but I’d figure something out.

The toy pulsed rapidly for a moment before falling silent, and I closed my eyes to regain my balance. It wasn’t easy, the recurring buzz was already nibbling away at my fragile self-control, and I couldn’t focus on anything but the need to escape this chair. I tried to distract myself with visions of work and other monotonous tasks. When those didn’t work, I tried to picture HIM tied to this chair, straining against the ropes as I went down on him, not once but several times.

I’d already been overly aroused when he tied me into this chair, but that last thought and this new toy was driving me to desperation. The pulses were too short. They aroused me, and kept me on the screaming edge of orgasm, but even with the dildo inside me I couldn’t come. My skin burned, my nipples ached painfully as they rubbed against the bikini top, and I gasped brokenly for his attention.

He watched hungrily as I pulled at the ropes, the paperwork forgotten, clearly enjoying the toy’s affect on me, and I suddenly understood. Unless the ropes gave out, there would be no escape from the energetic pulses hugging my clit, no escape from the dildo as it slid inside me. I would eventually do anything, promise anything for a short respite.

I would beg.

Waves of arousal washed over me in the wake of that understanding, leaving me breathless and glistening in sweat, until I was all but drowning in desire. I didn’t want to beg, but as the pressure built again and my clit throbbed in time with the toy’s beat, my determination wavered. I whimpered each time the toy pulsed and was more certain than ever that I was going to climb out of my skin before he released me from the chair tonight.

I wasn’t surprised when he finally stood and walked over, but I wasn’t prepared for the touch of his hand as he pushed my hair aside, and began nibbling along my shoulder blades. I wasn’t prepared for the light touch of his hands tracing down my arms, or the resulting explosion of sensation that accompanied it, and whimpered loudly as my fists clenched at my sides. When he finally untied the lower strap on my bikini and molded my breasts in his hands, I lost the fight completely, and felt my knees lock.

“That’s right. Ride it out,” he urged passionately. I couldn’t stop myself, I was incredibly wet and painfully hard and the extension slid so easily across my swollen nub. I groaned desperately and he knew. Knew that I was his tonight, to play with and command. Knew that I could not and would not stop him. I knew it too, and whimpered again as my breasts swelled beneath his touch.

“Please,” I didn’t want to beg, but I couldn’t take much more of this. His kisses had done more to upset my fragile control in the last thirty seconds than the toy had accomplished all night.

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She pulled her pickup into the driveway, breathing a sigh of relief. She loved her husband dearly, but she also appreciated the rare nights that he went out and left her with time to herself. She had definite plans for herself tonight and her relief came from the confirmation that his car was not there.

She grabbed her briefcase and headed inside, grabbing the mail on her way in the front door. After a quick thumb through the mail, she decided to wait on dinner, left the mail and her briefcase on the counter and headed to the bedroom.

She looked at herself in the big mirror over her dressing table and thought she didn’t look too bad. She was wearing a mauve business suit, with the skirt just above her knees, and a lavender blouse. She always thought her long, thick red hair looked even nicer with her mauve and dark green outfits.

Knowing her husband would be out when she got home that night, she’d even selected some extra sexy lingerie to wear under her suit. Consequently, she’d been feeling somewhat randy all day long. Watching herself in the mirror, she unbuttoned her suit jacket and let it slide down her arms, pushing her breasts out as she did. She could see her nipples pressing out against her blouse as she hung the jacket over the chair at her dressing table.

Gently, she brushed her fingers over her nipples before beginning to unbutton her blouse. The smooth, pale white of her cleavage came into sight before the dark purple of her low-cut bra. She pulled her blouse open, exposing her 34C breasts in their lacy confinement, her nipples nearly popping through the material. Her blouse soon joined her jacket and she ran her hands over her breasts, but left her bra on.

She ran her hands down over the smooth skin of her stomach and around to the back of her skirt. She unfastened the waist of the skirt and slowly lowered the zipper while staring at swell of her tits in the mirror. She seks hikayeleri paused briefly then let the skirt drop to her ankles, sucking in her breath as if seeing herself undressing for the first time.

Before bending to pick up the skirt, she admired herself in the mirror – the dark purple of her bikini panties and garter belt against her pale white skin, the long straight lines of the garters themselves down the front of her smooth thighs and the dark stockings to which the garters were connected. She knew she was dripping wet without having to look at the wet spot on her panties.

She turned and looked into the mirror over her shoulder, seeing the narrow strip of her thong between her pale cheeks, then bent over to pick up her skirt. She continued to admire her ass as she did so, but once she had the skirt in her grasp, turned back toward the mirror while still bent over to see how her cleavage looked. Her tits hung from her chest like two alabaster globes, only more jiggly. She stood and hung her skirt over the chair with the rest of her discarded clothing.

She cupped her breasts again, still confined in the sexy bra, and gently tugged her erect nipples. Her gaze alternated from looking down at her hands on her tits to her reflection in the mirror. Watching herself in the mirror, she felt very voyeuristic, almost as if she were watching someone else instead of herself. She allowed one of her hands to drop down, sliding over her stomach to the front of her panties.

She alternated playing with each of her tits with her right hand while her left rubbed harder and harder up and down the front of her panties. She was making herself incredibly hot and knew that she was building herself up for one hell of an orgasm. Bringing her left hand back up, she grasped the front of her bra in both hands and unfastened the front clasp.

“Deftly” unfastened, gaziantep şişman escort she noted to herself. It seemed that word was most frequently used in reference to unfastening bras, at least in the stories she loved to read on the internet. Hmmm, she thought as she paused, some light reading on her favorite erotic story website would go well with dinner once she was finished here.

She let her bra slide down her arms and drop to the floor as she stared at her milky white globes in the mirror. Her light pink nipples were hard and her aureoles were taut and she suddenly wished she could suck them. Instead, she took a nipple in each hand, gently pulling and twisting them in her fingers. She knew she couldn’t tease herself any longer and dropped both hands between her thighs, spreading her legs even as she stood there.

Again alternating her gaze from looking down to looking in the mirror, she rubbed both hands over the front of her panties before venturing inside. She pulled the crotch aside with one hand, allowing herself to embed two fingers of her other hand into her dripping depths. With a groan, she began pumping her fingers in and out of herself while releasing the crotch of her panties. She jammed her other hand into the waistband and started to vigorously rub her erect clit.

Glancing in the mirror again, she realized that there was a better way to go about this. Pulling both hands free, she grasped both sides of her panties and shoved them down. As she stepped out of them, she looked herself over in the mirror as she backed toward the bed. Her fiery red pubes were perfectly framed by the garter belt and garters, standing out brilliantly from her pale skin.

When the back of her legs touched the end of the bed, she sat down and scooted herself backward. Lying on her back in the middle of the bed, she could no longer see gaziantep sınırsız escort herself in the mirror, but she didn’t care anymore. She was at the point now where she just wanted to make herself cum. She went back to rubbing her clit with one hand while pumping two fingers in and out of herself with the other. Her ass was rising off the bed as she pushed her hips upward in rhythm with her masturbating. She was actually moaning out loud now, thankful the weather was cool enough that the windows were all closed, but she felt there was one thing that could make this moment even better.

Pausing briefly, she retrieved her favorite toy from its secret hiding place. In place again on her back in the middle of her bed, she placed the tip of the thick, veiny dildo against her pussy lips and gave a push. She sucked in her breath as she embedded her faux cock as deep as she could take it, then began vigorously pumping it in and out while again massaging her clit. Her ass again bounced up and down on the bed and she was practically crying out in ecstasy.

As her orgasm approached, she felt her body tense up more and more causing her to arch up off the bed. Finally, like a rubber band snapping, her orgasm hit her hard and she went limp on the bed. Her hands continued to work her pussy as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, causing her to convulse and shudder on the bed. Even after she let her hands fall limply to her sides, she continued to experience several aftershocks before she finally breathed a sigh of contented relief.

She lay and caught her breath until her grumbling stomach reminded her that she hadn’t eaten dinner yet. She slipped her toy free and sucked her juices off it before returning it to its hiding spot. Catching her reflection in the mirror again, she gave herself the once over again. She decided against pulling anything else on and headed toward the kitchen wearing only her garter belt and stockings.

As she warmed up some leftovers for dinner, she turned the computer on and connected to the internet. Walking around in almost nothing, she could feel herself starting to heat up again already. She sat at the computer eating her dinner and reading, and it was no surprise that her hands soon found their way between her legs again.

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She lay awake. Unable to sleep. She felt restless. The night was warm. She lit a candle – that would help her unwind. The glow cast a warm light over the bed.

She removed her t-shirt. Too warm for clothes. She looked down at her body. Her naked breasts were soft, her nipples pert. The glow from the candle danced over her pale skin. She touched her left nipple gently, rolling it between her fingertips. She smiled to herself. She ran her finger under her left breast. She enjoyed how it tickled. She clasped the breast in her hand, squeezing it, massaging it.

Moving her hand down her stomach, over the soft curves. Following her hand with her eyes. Skimming over her white lacy knickers, feeling the warmth and slight dampness through the fabric. Gently pushing her right thigh to one side she ran her fingers down the inside of the thigh and back up again, following her fingers with her eyes. She was beginning to feel aroused. Carefully she traced down her vaginal lips, through the soft fabric of her underwear. So sensitive and delicate. As she touched and caressed she let her thighs open and relax.

Carefully gaziantep ucuz escort she slid her fingers under the knickers, feeling the soft hairs, surprised at how damp she had become. She slid her hand down the front of her knickers toying with the lips, gliding over her clit. She slid her middle finger inside her. She tilted her hips upwards to allow her finger to slide in. So warm, so damp. Bringing her hand back she circled her moist finger around her clit. With her left hand she cupped her right breast. Her breathing slowed – it was deeper as she became more aroused. As she circled her clit with her finger, she could feel it growing slightly becoming more sensitive.

Her hand was restricted. She wriggled out of her knickers. Her inner lips were damp and sticky She gently stroked them with her fingers. Back and forth, sometimes up to her clit to tease all the while the candlelight softly playing over her pale skin.

She watched her fingers twirl. Her movements changed, they were becoming faster as she became more aroused. Sliding her gaziantep ukraynalı escort finger inside, teasing at the entrance, tightening her muscles around the tip of her finger. It felt so sensitive, so arousing to stimulate herself. She began to move her hips up and down, still keeping her finger at the entrance. Her breathing became faster as she became more excited. So damp, so tight, so aroused.

Using her right hand she rolled her index finger around her clit -fast and firm. With her left hand she pulled her lips up to expose her clit. She gave a gasp as a shudder passed through her body. Sliding her finger in, building a rhythm, becoming damper, warm and aroused. Tightening her muscles around her finger, rubbing her clit faster and firmer. She could feel her vagina begin to pull her in, her clit grow and respond to the pressure.

Her mind was elsewhere, a series of images and feelings from previous days. Touches, caresses, all floating around in her subconscious. Teasing her body with the thought of what might have been. The arousal gaziantep üniversiteli escort was growing now, her body beginning to twitch and shudder. Her breathing deep. It felt so frustrating – she wanted more, much more. The images growing stronger now, the sensations taking over. Another deeper shudder, another twitch, a gasp, a moan.

Using one hand to switch between sliding in, and exposing her clit, the sensations grew. She spread her thighs as far they would go, the feelings from her clit intense. She wanted to cum, she wanted to release. She could feel it building. The sweet tingling she could feel before an orgasm starting.

Sliding a finger in, the stimulation mixing with the intensity of the tingling. That was enough, with a gasp she arched her back, shuddering, tensing, twitching, the muscles inside pulling her finger further in, the intensity of the orgasm creating strong sexual images in her mind. She continued to rub her clit, the orgasm continuing, the tension maintained. So intense and strong. With a final sigh she relaxed. The orgasm was fading now but she was still twitching.

She continued to rub her clit, gently, slowly. Her mind clearing now. Her body unwinding. She watched the shadow of her legs from the candlelight on the wall and wondered how she could capture the post orgasm glow. After a while she became cold. She didn’t need the restriction of underwear, so she covered herself with the duvet, blew out the candle and fell into a relaxed, clear minded sleep.

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Step One

I came home from work at my usual hour for a Friday night. The early evening glow of the sun was slowly fading into night. I turned the key and entered our home and as I stepped in, was pleasantly surprised to see candles lit all over the house and some soft melody coming from the stereo. I knew immediately my wife Nicole had planned something very romantic for us this evening.

As I did my daily ritual of emptying my pockets of keys, coins, and wallet I noticed a small envelope sitting in the bowl that my wife had lovingly reserved for me to put my things into when I got home, a habit she endured as she knew I had done it since the day we met.

I smiled as I picked up the unlabeled envelope. Opening it up I pulled out the folded piece of paper inside. My smiled widened as I smelled the odor of my wife’s perfume that she had obviously sprayed on the paper for my enjoyment. She knows I love that perfume.

Unfolding the paper I read some simple instructions: Step One – Welcome home, my love. Go into the kitchen, pour yourself a drink, and come to the bedroom. Further instruction awaits.

Now this was good. This was really good. My wife had done little surprises for me before, but nothing like this. She had probably been planning this all day, maybe all week. Not that it mattered. She had obviously gone to great lengths for this evening. And I was going to make sure I enjoyed it. Walking into the kitchen I poured myself a tequila and proceeded upstairs to the bedroom.

Step Two

The room was lit up with candles. All around our king-size bed there were candles everywhere. The same soft music gaziantep suriyeli escort playing up here as was playing downstairs. However, the room was empty. But on the bed lay another envelope. Opening it with great anticipation, it said: Step Two – Take a shower like you always do when you get home. But this time, while you are showering, I want you to think of me. Think of me naked. Think of me sucking your cock. Think of playing with my tits. Think of how wet my pussy gets when I play with myself as you watch. Think of me.

The bathroom was also lit up with candles and in addition was dimly lit by a few lights she had left on. I didn’t touch a thing as I figured she created this ambience for a purpose. I shut the door but unlike I normally do, I left it open just a crack. I knew she was close by and it really turned me on to think she might be tempted to watch me shower. I turned on the water to warm up and as I undressed I wasn’t surprised at all to find that I was semi-hard, my cock dangling below my balls. Stepping into the warm spray of the water I got myself good and wet and grabbed the bar of soap. As I began soaping myself, my thoughts turned to visions of Nicole. With my eyes closed I pictured how sexy she was even just walking into a room. I loved her dearly and reminded myself how beautiful she was every time I saw her.

I pictured Nicole walking into a room, in this case, the bedroom. She was dressed in my favorite sexy outfit. A white cotton tank top cut mid-riff and a simple pair of white thong panties. I guess you could say I had simple tastes but gaziantep türbanlı escort my wife was so hot just by herself she didn’t need sexy clothes to turn me on. Those clothes were just a bonus to me and nothing got me more excited than this simple outfit. Her slim, athletic body looked so lovely in the shadows as her curves were accentuated from some mystery light behind her. Her breasts looked lovely under the thin material of the tank top, so perfect for her body and just the right size. Her gorgeous hips and long, toned legs just waiting to be touched. She toyed with her hair with one hand and begin to walk towards the chair I was sitting in.

Still soaping myself, I was rock hard now and I hadn’t even touched myself. As I bent over slightly and began to wash my legs, starting at the bottom and working upwards, I was very conscious of my hard cock and pleased that it could be so solid without any stimulation. It was then I glanced over and could swear that the bathroom door was slightly more open than I had left it. I couldn’t see outside though due to the lighting. Smiling again imagining she was watching I worked the bar of soap up my legs. No longer able to resist I ran my soapy hand over my shaft, enjoying the sensations I was causing myself as I slowly slid my hand up and down it’s length, my grip reversed so that my thumb was nearest to my body. It just seemed more erotic that way.

My eyes closed at the pleasure I was giving myself and my thoughts once again turned to my wife. This time she had seated herself in the chair across from me, casually gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort draping one leg over the arm of the chair but the way she did it was so sexy as to not look like some slut just spreading her legs. I began to speak but she silenced me with a finger over her mouth in the international hush sign. She then made a motion which I understood to mean that I was to begin undressing. I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. As I reached down to undo my belt and lower my zipper to remove my pants, I looked at Nicole as she still toyed with her hair with one hand but now her other hand was lazily stroking back and forth over her breasts.

Lowering my pants and removing my socks, I stood up straight dressed only in my boxers. Nicole giggled and again made another gesture with her hand that she wanted to see all of me. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts I dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them and my pants aside. Nicole smiled and motioned for me to sit down, only now she had one hand toying with her pussy through the material of her panties. As I sat down she moved her hand underneath her thong and was rubbing and fingering herself. Her head was turned slightly and her eyes were closed as I grabbed my cock and begin to stroke myself to erection. She turned to me and first looked me passionately in the eyes and then downward to my hand gliding slowly over my penis.

It was then I noticed that the water was getting slightly cooler and I realized that I must have been in the shower for at least a half hour now. Giving my slowly diminishing but still erect cock a couple of long, slow strokes I turned off the shower and reached for a towel. I then noticed another envelope that wasn’t there before. Sometime during my fantasy, Nicole must have crept in and placed it there. She was watching me! That only served to make me more excited than I already was and the twinge in my cock proved it.

I opened the envelope and once again, it started: Step Three…

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Audrey set the last of her stuff on the dressing table. She looked up and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind went over the past couple of weeks. The move hadn’t been so bad, she didn’t have a lot. Just a bed, some clothes and her stuffed animals. Her first place. Well, hers and Vanessa’s anyway.

The rest of the apartment had been furnished by Vanessa. Audrey wondered how Vanessa could afford her own apartment off campus, not to mention furnish it with such nice stuff working part time, and going to school full time.

Vanessa was 20, two years older than Audrey. Although the difference in their age was only two years, Vanessa seemed much more mature, worldly. She was cool, her outgoing personality drew Audrey out of her shell.

Vanessa was constantly on the go, and so much fun to hang out with. Anywhere they went, cute guys seemed to show up. Audrey was a little jealous of Vanessa’s looks. Long curly blonde hair that tumbled over her shoulders. It was wild, always messy yet very sexy, surrounding an adorable, not so innocent face. Her body was perfectly proportioned. Just right boobs with a saucy ‘they’re real’ bounce to them. A softly curved tummy flared out to hips that moved like she was in heat. Nothing about her was forced, which made her even hotter. When she smiled, dicks got hard.

Audrey sometimes felt mousy when she was with her, despite her own good looks. She had a tight little body, with just a hint of baby fat. She wished her boobs were a little bigger. Her straight brown hair, parted to one side picked up natural highlights from the sun. Deep green eyes set over a snub nose gave her a serious look. Her lips were the best part of her cute oval face, soft and full with a natural pout to them. Her smile was shy and sweet, like herself.

When Vanessa had told her about the extra room, Audrey jumped at the opportunity. She hated the Dorm. It was noisy, and her room mate kept taking things without asking. Usually when Audrey got them back, they were broken or unwearable. Plus that bitch was such a slut. A different guy, sometimes a girl every week. She couldn’t remember how many times she’d had to pull her pillow around her head to muffle the noises from the next squeaky bed.

When her roomie had an orgasm, the whole floor knew it. Audrey had no choice but to listen. She had mixed emotions about that. On one hand, she knew she could finally get some sleep. On the other, she was very jealous. She had never had one.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. She had explored herself, like all girls do, finding spots that felt nice, and some that felt really nice. Sometimes when she was feeling naughty, she’d peel of her panties, put one of her stuffed animals between her legs, and rub hersef by moving her hips along it’s fuzzy body. It gave her tingles and a warm feeling, but nothing more.

The computer was the final straw. It had been a gift from her parents. She could send emails or message them, much cheaper than long distance phone calls. She used it a lot for research too. One night, she went to log on, and it was totally fucked up. Turned out the roomie had gone online and let some killer virus in. The machine was wiped out, it would cost a bundle to fix.

Audrey was furious, and gave the bitch an ear full. She was slow to anger, but was totally fed up with this idiot slut. Idiot’s reaction was a lazy shrug of her shoulders, she didn’t care. Audrey stormed out. She ran into Vanessa, who’d just tossed her own pain in the ass room mate. The girls quickly struck an agreement, both excited to be living with a friend.

A soft knock on the door pulled Audrey from her thoughts. She turned from the mirror, and opened it. It was Vanessa, but not like Audrey had ever seen before. She was wearing an outfit that would make a Fredrick’s of Hollywood designer blush. It was sheer, not quite see through, her medium beige nipples showed clearly from under a light pink and white teddy.

Matching thigh high self support stockings clung to her legs. A wide band of white lace at the tops left a teasing glimpse of thigh leading up to the crotch of the teddy, stretched tightly over the gentle rise of her mound. A few dark blond curls peeked outside the cloth. The fabric dipped in the middle, hinting at the crease beneath.

A pair of darker pink, open toe, platform stilettos with ankle straps made her about 4 inches taller. Her curly hair was fluffed out to a golden halo surrounding that beautiful face, her makeup a perfect blend of innocence and pure slut. She was a walking wet dream.

Audrey’s face reflected her surprise. Her eyes traveled up and down Vanessa’s outfit, and the incredibly hot girl wearing it. Her mouth open and closed, searching for words.

Vanessa laughed sweetly at her new roomie’s reaction. Her smile lit up her face, white teeth contrasting with her bright red ‘fuck me’ lipstick. Her nails matched perfectly. A delicate silver chain bracelet, necklace and earrings, all accented with tiny red hearts completed the look. Audrey had never ‘liked’ girls, but for a gaziantep vip escort moment the thought crossed her mind.

Vanessa told her, “Listen, I’m going to be in my room for a couple of hours. Please don’t disturb me unless it’s an emergency, OK? You may hear some noises, but don’t worry about it. If I’m too loud, just turn up the radio or the TV, but please, whatever you do, don’t interrupt me.”

Audrey nodded, still unable to find her voice. She swallowed hard as Vanessa turned and went down the short hall to her room. The teddy rode very high on her gorgeous ass, swaying as she walked. Audrey could hear Vanessa softly humming ‘Hi Ho Hi Ho, it’s off to work we go’ as she stepped into her room, the door closing softly behind her.

Audrey wondered why Vanessa would dress like that, and then stay in her room. No one had come in, so she knew Vanessa was alone. Audrey took out her books to study. She could hear the keyboard from Vanessa’a computer typing away. After a minute, it quit. Audrey’s attention turned to her books, a part of her mind both preoccupied and rampantly curious about what was going on behind Vanessa’s door.

A few minutes later, her ears perked up as she heard Vanessa’s voice. It was different. Softer, with a small giggle to it, yet very sultry.

“How’s that? You can hear me OK?”

There was a silence; and then, “I’m glad you like it, I wore it just for you.”

More silence.

Audrey closed her book, very interested in the one-sided conversation.

“Of course I’ll show you the whole outfit!”

Some giggles followed.

“I know! It’s makes me feel sooooo naughty!”

Audrey listened intently, ashamed to be eavesdropping, but unable to stop. She realized Vanessa was on her computer, using a microphone to talk to someone. The silences were her reading that someone’s replies. Audrey pressed her knees together, keeping as quiet as she could. Vanessa went on.

“You want to see the back again? OK.”

Giggles.

“You are SO BAD!”

“I know, look at them! They’re trying to push through.”

“mmm, they do feel better when I rub them”

Audrey heard some soft sighs.

“You’re right, I should take them out.”

Audrey leaned forward, cocking an ear.

“Ooooohhh…that feels soooo goooood!”

“You make me do such bad things.”

There was a shocked gasp, and then “I can’t do that!”

“You won’t tell?”

Audrey felt herself warming between her thighs.

“Ooohh…I feel sooo naughty!”

There was a long pause.

“That feels nice. It likes to be touched like that.”

She heard a giggle, some deeper sighs.

“The cloth is getting wet. See what you do to me?”

“Put my fingers under it?”

A short pause, and then a soft gasp.

“I’m so wet.”

More sighs and moans.

“You can’t see under the cloth?”

Another pause, followed by a nervous giggle.

“OK, I’ll show you.”

Audrey heard three small snaps.

“You know how much I like you to watch.”

Vanessa’s sounds took on a more insistent tone.

“You like that? Oh OH! I like it too! Feels so good, so good!”

Some whimpers.

“I’m so close! So close!”

More sounds of need.

“Oh! OH! OH! I want to! So bad, so bad.”

Vanessa sounded frustrated.

“I can’t! I just can’t!”

Audrey stood, and leaned closer to the door.

“Use what?”

“You’ll help me? Oh please! Please do!”

Audrey found herself moving closer to the door. The crotch of her panties were getting moist.

“OK, it’s plugged in, now what?”

There was a soft buzzing sound.

“Where should I put it?”

Shocked giggles.

“You are so so bad!”

The buzz stopped.

“No! I’ll do it! I’ll do anything!”

The buzz restarted.

“Ohhhhhh! Oh!”

“It’s so so wet, sliding in and out.”

Vanessa’s moans rose again.

“OOOh! More! More please!”

The buzz got louder, so did Vanessa.

“Gaaaah! That. Feels. Fantastic!”

“I’m so, so, Oooooh! So CLOSE!”

Vanessa was panting.

“Put it where? I’ll do it! I’ll do it! It’s there!”

The buzz went up.

“Oohyes Yes! YES! MORE! OOOOH! MORE!”

It went up again. Vanessa begged.

“Please! Oh please! Just a little more!”

It got louder, Vanessa drowned it out.

“YES! YES! YES! I’m gonna, gonna…”

There was a moment of silence except for the buzz. It shattered along with Vanessa.

“nnnNNNNNGGGGhhhhhh! OH! I’m cumming! Cumming!”

“oh MY GaaaAAAAHHHHHhhhhh…ooh ooh ooh ohhhh”

Her sounds calmed as it passed. Audrey heard some heavy breathing, the buzzing stopped. Vanessa’s voice was husky.

“mmm…ohhh…that was wonderful!”

There were a few embarrassed giggles.

“Whew! I’m a sticky mess!”

“You did too?”

More giggles.

“See you next week?”

“Ok then. Bye for now.”

Audrey heard Vanessa take a deep breath and exhale loudly. gaziantep yabancı escort She scurried back to her bed, hastily opening a book. Vanessa’s door opened, a moment later she stuck her head into Audrey’s room. Her face was flushed and relaxed. She seemed a bit wobbly.

“Sorry if I was loud kiddo.”

Audrey shrugged and lied. “I didn’t notice anything, I was reading.”

She held her book up as proof, hoping Vanessa didn’t notice it was upside down. Vanessa supressed a laugh, and sat on the bed.

She explained that she paid the bills by working online. Her clients were referred to her by a service, completely anonymous. There was a camera and microphone attached to her computer, and guys paid a lot of money to watch her. More specifically, to watch her get off Her orgasms were real. Very real.

The customer got to get her off by controlling a vibrator that hooked into the computer. The money was great and she got to cum her brains out several times a week. She decided when she wanted to work, and which clients she would take. It was a great job.

Vanessa eyed Audrey.

She offered, “You know, they’re always looking for more girls….”

Audrey blushed to her roots. Vanessa felt bad she had embarrassed her shy, sweet friend. She took her hand.

“Oh, Audrey! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean…it’s just that you’re so pretty! I’m really really sorry!”

A bunch of thoughts and feelings collided inside Audrey. That Vanessa thought she was pretty, that the money would pay to get her system fixed, that she was too embarrassed to admit she’d never had an orgasm. A secret thrill ran through her at the idea of being watched. The thought of it caused a little flush.

Audrey told her not to worry, that she knew Vanessa’s offer was from the heart, as was her apology. They both smiled, realizing their friendship had just grown. Vanessa stood, and roughed up Audrey’s hair. Audrey bopped her with a stuffed animal. In seconds, they were letting each other have it with anything soft that was in reach. Vanessa broke up laughing.

Between giggles and snorts she said “Imagine if someone was looking in the window right now! Here’s me in this get up, and you in your ‘cute nerd girl’ clothes, having a pillow fight. Sounds like something you’d read on a porn site!”

They both broke up. Vanessa pulled off her platforms, and headed for the shower. Audrey gave up on her book, too distracted by the events of the evening and the dull ache in her girly parts. She changed into a t-shirt and panties, and climbed into bed.

Her mind was racing, she couldn’t sleep. A little later, she heard Vanessa leave the bathroom and turn on the TV. Audrey rose and closed her door to muffle the sound, but she could still hear bits and pieces of dialogue. It was still a hundred times better than the Dorm.

Audrey tossed and turned in the darkness. Her mind was calming down, but her pussy wasn’t. The thought that she had referred to it as a pussy sent a mild shock through her. She rolled to her back, and pushed down the covers. Her hands and fingers softly played over her body, lingering on the skin between the bottom of her t-shirt and the top of her panties.

‘Pussy’ she thought ‘My pussy is horny.’

These were new thoughts to her, adding heat to an already smouldering mound. Her hands floated lower, touching herself through the cotton. She blew a gentle breath between pursed lips. Her hand cupped the soft rise in a gentle massage. It felt good, so good. She squeezed a little harder. A soft sigh slid from her.

She could hear the movie from the TV, something about Pirates. Her mind drifted to the open sea, she was on a Pirate ship. The fantasy deepened, she pressed into her hand. She was the Captain’s wench, a virgin he would soon teach the pleasures of the flesh. He had kidnapped her, at first for ransom, keeping her for himself after it was paid. He would make this girl a woman.

Her thumbs slid under the waistband of her panties. In her mind, they were the Captain’s. He peeled them off her legs, past her ankles, and tossed them aside. His eyes gleamed as the sight of her exposed feminity, wet in spite of herself.

Her hand found one of her stuffed animals, a moment later ‘the Captain’ was between her thighs. She turned to her side, rubbing herself into the fuzzy nap of it’s/His body. It was soon wet, adding a delicious friction to her horny pussy. Her thighs squeezed tighter, her hips moved slowly, spreading more of her sweet juice over the fur. She moved Him a bit higher, finding that special spot that sent little sparks surging through her. Her pleasure rose and then stalled at a place where she was left wanting more. She wanted to find that elusive point of release, but didn’t know how to get there.

She drifted off as the Captain took her. He followed her into her dreams, fucking her horny pussy, his thick shaft thrusting her pleasure beyond anything she had felt. It built, and built, and still he fucked gaziantep yaşlı escort her. The pleasure was indescribable.

A growing tension, a rising tingle that flowed and drove her higher, more tension, more tingling, all seeming to rush together into a sweet knot that tightened and tightened as the tingle became electric, drawing into a whirlpool of sensations that flowed, rose and tightened all at the same time, until, until…..everything froze for a moment, and then tried to rush out all at once in an exquisite stampede of explosions and contractions that she wanted to go on forever.

Audrey snapped awake, her mind clutching at the last strands of her dream. Her hands were balled into tiny fists, dug into the fuzzy body between her thighs. Small twitches pulled at her sex from within. She had never felt anything like that before. Her whole body felt more alive, yet so relaxed. She rolled to her back, moving the animal, her hand feeling for her panties. For some reason, she wanted to giggle.

She found her undies, pulled them on and settled back into her pillow. For a moment, she had a craving for chocolate, a moment after that she was sound asleep. She slept late the next day.

It took her a minute to remember where she was. Sleep tried to cling to her, but she pulled herself up, feet finding the floor, and hurrying to the bathroom. Normally, she was a bit grumpy in the morning, but not today. A slow secret smile crossed her lips as the memory of her dream floated back to her. She splashed some cool water on her face, still trying to wake up fully. The apartment was quiet, she guessed Vanessa was still asleep. She padded to the kitchen, marveling at how relaxed she felt. She gave a small squeak as she rounded the corner, meeting Vanessa’s smile head on.

“Sorry!” she laughed “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Audrey composed herself. “I thought you were still asleep!”

She poured some juice, and then noticed the time.

“Shit! I’m gonna be late!”

Vanessa smiled again. “You ace every exam in that class, they can get along without you for one day.”

Audrey nodded and agreed, her stress level was really low today. She suggested they cut all their classes, and hang out for the day. Vanessa quickly agreed. She jumped up, grabbed her juice, and waved Audrey into the living room. She turned on the TV, just in time for Bob Barker. They settled in, both looking hot in their t-shirts and panties. Out of nowhere, Vanessa produced a bag of M&M’s, and dangled it teasingly.

Audrey’s mouth watered. “OOOOH! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!”

She melted into bliss as the chocolate kissed her tongue. The show and candy went on, Audrey couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so good. The new place was fantastic, Vanessa was awesome, they had entertainment, and chocolate. Life was very very good.

Vanessa asked, “You sleep well?”

Audrey beamed. “Like a log!”

Vanessa gave a low chuckle, “I thought so, sounded like a good one.”

Audrey gave her a confused look. “What do you mean?”

Vanessa grinned. “Oh come on, I heard you!”

Audrey’s mouth opened in shock, her face went red. “You heard?”

Vanessa giggled. “Oh yeah, you’re kinda loud.”

Audrey realized there was no point beating around the bush, she told Vanessa all about the dream that felt so good. Vanessa gave an odd look. Something was dawning on her.

She chose her next words carefully, “So you’re saying that you’ve never….?”

Audrey shook her head. Vanessa blinked, trying to figure out if Audrey was putting her on. She stared, waiting for a hint of a smile, something that would give away that she was joking. Vanessa realized she wasn’t, and put out a tender hand. A moment later, she gave Audrey a warm hug. The two friends sat close together, arms and shoulders touching. They watched TV for awhile in silence, broken only by the plastic of the bag as they passed it back and forth. Finally, it was gone.

Audrey was starting to doze, she leaned and put her head on Vanessa’s shoulder. Vanessa stroked her hair tenderly. She sighed, and let the older girl pet her. Everything just felt so nice today. Vanessa’s touch moved to her arm, and then to her face. Audrey opened her eyes to find Vanessa’s face inches from hers. She looked her friend in the eyes, and gave a contented smile. Vanessa had a serious look in her eyes, instead of her usual impish sparkle.

She had something to say, but seemed to be searching for the words. They came slowly.

“Audrey” she said softly, “I’m not gay, or bi, or even curious about it. In fact, I’ve never even thought about another girl before. I like you, you’re my friend. It hurts me to know that you’ve never…. Well, you know.”

She swallowed hard, and continued “What I’m trying to say is, if you’d like, I could…. you know, uhmmm, show you?”

She looked down, and then back into Audrey’s eyes. Audrey was deeply touched. She cupped Vanessa’s face with her hands, and closed the distance between their lips. Their kiss was sweet, soft and gentle, a shared moment between friends. As it broke, they both knew it would be the last. They smiled, and then hugged each other with a combination of affection and relief. Neither of them wanted to go there. They broke down in embarrassed giggles, and pushed each other away.

“Ehewww! Gross! You kissed a girl!

“Oh yeah? So did you! Do ya love her? Are ya gonna marry her?”

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This could have ended in a very different way if only you had made yourself known earlier on in the night. As it is, I have done enough to satisfy my own lustful self, and I’ve got little energy left over for you. Maybe enough to finish the job that I unknowingly started in the first place… we will find out soon enough…

It all started when I got home from work a little earlier than usual, and came back to an empty house. I knew you would be out with your friends playing pool and tossing back a few drinks, so I knew I had the place to myself for a while. I stepped through the door and locked it behind me.

Seconds later my shirt was unbuttoned and laying carelessly on the floor. Shortly behind that came my dressy black pants and socks. I had been waiting all day long for this, the thought running through my head – I want to get laid. Nothing fancy, just a good long pounding is what I’m in the mood for. Needless to say I was a tad disappointed that you weren’t home yet… but it’s nothing I can’t take care of on my own.

I walk through the apartment in my bra and panties, not caring that the blinds are partly open, or that being on the second floor of the building makes it easier to be seen if someone happened to glance over. I’m wearing my black lace that shows ever so slightly under my thin white work shirt. Of course it’s tastefully covered most of the time by the smart black jacket I wear overtop of that. I catch my reflection in the window as I move around the living room, watching myself take my blond hair down from the clip that has restrained it all day long. I shake my long tresses down my back gaziantep yavuzeli escort to free them and I sigh, tired from my long day at work. It’s a little after 11pm.

I make my way down the hallway towards the bedroom, peeling off my bra and matching panties along the way. They fall to the floor behind me. In the bedroom I quickly brush through my hair and grab another object before moving to the bathroom and turning on the water in the bath.

I step into the water, so hot and relaxing, watching bubbles form from the delicious bubble bath I’ve poured in. I sink back and close my eyes for a moment. Soon though I find my hands wandering down, smoothing over my full breasts and across my stomach and thighs. The hot water creates a steamy vapor that I breathe in as I begin to slowly touch and massage my clit. The temperature makes me feel so much more sensitive and I’m moaning and purring as I get hotter and hotter.

I use my fingers to massage my swollen clit and pussy, pushing one and then two fingers inside as I make myself wetter and wetter. My other hand gropes along the side of the tub for the object I brought along with me from the bedroom. It’s one of my favorite purchases, a waterproof vibrator that I’ve made use of in many a hot shower. I turn it on and it buzzes its way down between my breasts and down past my belly button. I gasp when it hits my clit, so sensitive from thinking all day long of what I wanted to do tonight. Breathing harder I push it further down and inside of my aching pussy. I move it in and out under the warm water, but before gaziantep yeni escort I come I stop and pull the plug for the water to drain.

Now I reach up to pull the shower head down from its perch on the wall. I rinse my hair and body off and lay back down and aim the spray between my legs. The hot water relentlessly hitting my clit and the vibrator sliding in and out of my wet cunt is one combination I can’t resist, and after just moments of doing this I am coming, quivering with the power of my orgasm, moaning without restraint. I notice in the back of my mind a noise elsewhere in the building, a low ‘thunk’, and I think that maybe you have come home from your night out, but this only turns me on more and I’m overcome with another more intense orgasm that nearly brings a scream to my lips.

I’m imagining you hearing me, knowing what I’m doing, and tearing back the curtaing to see me naked and exposed and caught up in myself… the anticipation and the fear of being caught turns me on so much, and I’m fantisizing about your big cock giving me the hard pounding I’ve been wanting all day, I feel like a hungry animal on the prowl for one thing and one thing only… Yet as I’m waiting for you to reveal yourself and ravage me, you just – don’t. I have no way of knowing if you’re even home yet. I turn off the faucets and quickly towel off in the steamy room before I head back into the bedroom. I glance down the hallway but I don’t see anyone or anything, save maybe the quick movement of a shadow that may be from the cat.

I imagine that it is you, keeping gaziantep zayıf escort yourself hidden so I’ll continue putting on my one-woman show. I call your name, thinking that maybe you’ll respond, but no. I slide smoothly onto the bed, slipping over the red satin to lay comfortably on my back. In one hand I’m still holding the vibrator wet from the shower. I’m imagining you standing over me, looking down at me as I lay there with my eyes closed and my lip bitten between my teeth. I guide the vibrator down my body, buzzing its way back down my stomach and teasing over my swollen clit. I let it sit there for a moment before I plunge it deep inside. Gasping I pull it out and quickly force it back into my throbbing pussy. Almost violently I move the vibe in and out, back and forth, quickly bringing myself to orgasm within minutes.

I’m right at the brink, just letting out that final scream that’s crossed between ecstacy and exhaustion, when I wildly open my eyes and there you are!

It can’t be stopped, I look you right in the eyes as I come hard against the satin sheets. I open my mouth, breathing hard both because of the exertion and because of the shock of actually seeing you there, knowing that you had been watching me. Catching my breath I ask ‘Do you like what you’ve seen?’ Looking a little further down I see that you have pulled your own jeans down and your fist is madly pumping at your swollen cock. ‘Now what do you expect me to do for you?’ I look back into your eyes watching me sprawled out on the sheets.

Your hand abandons your hard member as you crawl towards me lying on the sheets. I roll over onto my stomach with my back facing you as you pull yourself up behind me. ‘Now I’m too tired to fight you… looks like you’ll just have to have your way with me,’ I murmur, looking back at you. I eagerly point my ass upwards and wiggle it for you. Like I said earlier, I may still have it in me to satisfy you yet tonight, and it looks as if we will find out very shortly…

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Author’s Note: Big thank you to Secretsxywriter for helping me edit this story.

***

I had to be the worst person alive. After the glorious sex Haley and I’d had last Sunday, everything had crumbled to pieces. We had basked in the afterglow and then went to make more coffee. The more we talked, though, the more the situation dawned on us. Everything just felt awkward. Haley tried to fix it by sitting on my lap, but we never got beyond fumbling foreplay.

It ended when she grabbed her things and stormed out. I just stared at the wall for the rest of the day.

A new project was dropped on my lap when I went to work on Monday. It kept me too busy and tired to think about anything complicated. Or at least that’s what I lied to myself.

Haley had boasted about being an adult. She could contact me if she wanted to say something. I knew I was letting us both down, yet I couldn’t muster the courage to send her anything. Every time I tried to write a message, I ended up scrapping it. Chastising myself for giving into my lust sounded hollow. We both had wanted it, and it had been so good.

I swore to myself that I would send her something on Wednesday, or I would throw my Xbox out of the window. I never learned if I would really do it. When I came home Wednesday night and turned on the computer, there was a message waiting from Haley.

“Did we really do it?” The lonely text hovered in the message field.

She would know I’d read it, so I had to say something. I forced my fingers on the keyboard before I tried to escape. “Either that, or I’m starting to understand all the hype behind lucid dreaming.”

Instantly, she wrote back to me. “I’m sorry I didn’t say something earlier.”

How long had she been waiting for my response? “Me too.” My fingers fidgeted over the keys. “It was great. I didn’t try to brush you off. I just… What next?”

“Yeah. It was… I still felt it Monday.”

“My abs were so sore.”

“You poor thing. :P”

Like the warmth of spring, Haley’s words started to melt away the anxiousness inside me. She was the same as always. Nothing had been broken beyond repair. This also meant I was even more of a moron for not contacting her. “How’s your week?”

“Boring lectures. Now I’m holed up in my room. Brie and her friends are having a party.”

“Weren’t you invited?”

“I told them I was feeling under the weather so I could talk with you.”

“We can continue later. Go see your friends.”

The animation told me Haley kept writing and erasing text. Then an annoyed emoji popped out.

Black pixel eyes were judging me. “I’m sorry, I’m all over the place. It’s been over nine months. Why can’t I be back to normal?”

“I’m not trying to push you,” Haley wrote.

“Maybe someone should.” Now it was my turn to write and erase. My thoughts tangled like an unattended headphone cable. “I want to hold you again. To feel your skin. To taste your lips.”

“Me, too.”

“I want to go further, if you’re interested. I just can’t promise anything.”

“Don’t worry. We can be FWB for now.”

Was friends with benefits the extent I wanted, though? All I managed to type was, “I’m so glad you knocked on the bathroom door.”

“I was so scared. I knew it was now or never.”

“You’re far braver than I am.”

“Lucky it didn’t blow up in my face.”

“It almost did.” I added a smiley face. The double entendre was too good to pass up.

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

“Is there anything you aren’t up to?”

“There might. :P”

Electricity ran across on my skin as I remembered Haley’s lips wrapping around my cock. I had forgotten how fun and spontaneous sex could be. Carol and I had been together for so long, some dullness had found its way into our bedroom. “I hope I’m not too vanilla for you.”

“What’s the raunchiest thing you’ve done?”

I could think up some things that one might call raunchy. But even thinking about telling them to Haley made me shuffle in my chair. “Should we first address the elephant in the room? I’ve been banging your sister for most of my adult life.”

“I know!”

“Can you handle that?”

“Do I have options?” Haley wrote.

“Just don’t compare yourself to her.”

“She’s my big sister. That ship sailed years ago.”

“It doesn’t help anything.”

“Easy for you to say!” Again the animation revealed how she kept rewriting her lines. “It’s so stupid. I grew up listening to Carol complain about all the back pain her tits gave her. I like my body. I really do.” There was a pause. “I just want you to like it, too.”

“You are a really, şanlıurfa escort fucking good-looking woman.”

“But you can’t tit fuck me,” Haley wrote.

“And I couldn’t lift Carol like I did you.”

“I don’t want to be a whiny little girl.”

“We should both give this time. Whatever this is. I’m far from being comfortable with talking about my sex life when I know you can trace most of it back to Carol.”

“I’ve been with several guys. Can you handle that?” Haley asked.

“It’s not like Carol was a virgin when we started dating.”

“She wasn’t?!”

“She used to bang what’s-his-name. The one on the track team from her high school. The tall, bald dude.”

“Trevor? Oh God! He was a total douche.”

“Maybe her taste in men isn’t as good as you thought.”

“Runs in the family then. My relationships always burn. So you’ve been warned, if this takes a turn for the serious.”

“Noted. You have anything raunchy to share?” I loosened my belt. All this sex talk was making my cock hard.

“I’ve done it in a car and on a beach. There is one thing, though.”

Haley stayed silent for a while, which made my hair stand on end. Had she been molested or something else just as horrible? I held my breath when she started to type again.

“I’ve never gotten oral,” Haley finally wrote.

I was shocked, but also relieved it wasn’t anything worse. “You’ve been dating some dickheads then.”

“Partly my fault, to be honest. When I was with Dan, I wasn’t comfortable giving any so I didn’t want any. Mike smoked so much, it was a chore to even kiss him. No way I’d let him munch my snatch. Then it kinda became an issue.”

“So that’s why you didn’t let me go down on you?”

“Partly,” Haley wrote. “So, how vanilla are you?”

“I’ve done some bondage, if that counts.”

“Is Carol into that?!”

“No comment.”

Haley didn’t answer, no matter how much I stared at the message line. Had I said too much? She had asked, and I’d been honest. Or was she angry that I refused to talk about that aspect with Carol? If she couldn’t deal with it, there wasn’t much I could do. Some darker voice told me that I should’ve just pampered her so I’d get to fuck her again.

I went to get something to eat from the fridge. Time had flown by, and I was starving. The microwave dinged at the same time my cell rang. It was Haley. Answering felt hard. Not answering even harder.

“I’m so sorry!” Haley yelled as soon as got the phone on my ear. “Brie broke a wine bottle. I had to rush to help with the clean up.”

“I thought you bailed.”

“That’s why I called. I didn’t mean to.”

Her voice did sound convincing. “No harm done. I just got scared I said something bad. Where are you now? I don’t hear any partying.”

“I went to take out the trash.”

“You could come here for the night,” I said before I could stop myself.

Haley breathed heavily. “That would end like Sunday.”

“We don’t know that.”

“You just hope that, because you want me,” she said.

“So sue me. Don’t you want a second try?”

Haley laughed. “Said Mr. Desperate.”

“Like you didn’t beg me to fuck you.”

“I remember it being more like a direct command,” Haley said.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I need to go back. Will you chat with me for a while longer?”

“Sure.”

Haley ended the call, and I rushed to the computer with my food. I managed to gobble most of it before she returned. All the while, my cock hardened. It didn’t want to take this slow. She was right. She shouldn’t come here right now. I shouldn’t have even suggested it.

“Back. Sorry.” Haley wrote.

“You should kick them out.”

“It’s Brie’s carpet, so I don’t care. I just don’t want stains on the floor.”

“We don’t have to talk about sex. Let’s go see a movie Friday.”

“Like that wouldn’t end in the bed,” Haley wrote.

“I want to be a responsible adult, but all I can think is your skin against mine. How good it felt to hold you. To fuck you.”

“You’re reading my mind.”

“I wish I was. I’m more than willing to give you oral, if you want.”

“I don’t know why it’s so hard. Like, I just get to enjoy, right? I guess I fear it isn’t that special. I mean, now you know it’s a big thing to me. But if I’m all meh about it, it’s stupid.”

“We’ll do it however you want. Don’t worry about it. Things are complicated sometimes.” The notion that I might be the first to give Haley oral made me nervous. But I wasn’t about to tell her that.

The animation flickered again while gaziantep sarışın escort Haley searched the right words. “You have anything you’d want to try?”

“There might be,” I wrote after a moment of hesitation.

“Is it something kinky?”

“No. It’s just…” Oh man. Should I tell her? I wanted all the cards on the table. Or, at least, most of them. “I’ve not done that much bondage. I’m not completely into it, but it would be nice to be the one being dominated for once. I’m not asking you to. Don’t think about it, really. It’s just something that’s crossed my mind sometimes.”

“Like being tied down or something?”

“Not necessarily. Being told to do something, maybe, or stuff like that.”

“Like go down on me?” Haley asked.

“Maybe. Yeah.”

“We could try that, if you want.” There was a pause. “I’m googling stuff right now. Is that why you called me Mistress on the phone?”

“Did I?” I didn’t recall doing that.

“Totally. But it was on the phone, so I can’t prove it.”

“You’re just messing with me.”

“I totally am not,” Haley said.

“Bondage is the last thing we should be doing right now.”

“I’m not going to tie you up, don’t worry. It just tickles me to think about you as my slave.”

The mere idea made my semi-erect cock harden completely. No matter how much I downplayed it, it was something I really wanted to try. Somehow, it was even hotter because Haley was so small. Someone I could overpower physically. “I’m not going to say no, if you want to one day. But that’s running before learning to walk.”

“I know, I know. There is so much stuff. I really shouldn’t have googled it. I’m so wet.”

I unzipped my jeans. I hadn’t wanked after Sunday, mostly to punish myself for not contacting Haley. I couldn’t control myself anymore. “I like you wet.”

“I noticed. Damn Brie’s party. I can’t use my vibrator.”

“You kinky girl.”

“So, you’ve really thought about me while masturbating? I mean before this week?” Haley asked.

Had I admitted that aloud, too? She had a damn good memory. I swallowed hard and then typed, “Several times. It was that dress you wore to your mother’s 50th birthday last year. You looked so hot.”

“That blue-and-black thing with a halter top? I might still have it back at my folks’ place. Did you tell Her?”

“Uh, no. Carol was okay with me watching porn. I think she would’ve drawn the line with her little sister.”

“You masturbating now?”

I stopped stroking so I could write. “What do you think?”

“You naughty boy.” There was a pause. “It’s hard to type with one hand.”

“It is.”

“Stop stroking, slave.”

I stopped, but it was difficult. My cock twitched as I typed, “I did, Mistress.”

“Good, slave. Are you naked?”

“No.”

“Undress. Now.”

I threw my shirt on the sofa and almost fell when I stood up to remove my jeans and boxers. “I’m naked, Mistress.”

“(We can stop if you want. Just say it.)” Haley wrote.

“(I think this is safe enough.)”

“I wish you were here to clean my fingers. Now I have to do it myself every time I need to type. Suck your fingers and then rub your dick. Suck them good!”

I pushed the middle and index finger of my left hand against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I sucked them so hard I made slurping sounds. Lust made my lips tingle. Slowly, I traced the tip of my cock with them. Jolts of pleasure shook me. I whimpered while I thought about kneeling in front of her. “I’m doing it, Mistress.”

I pictured Haley on a bed, spreading her legs. She stared down at me, her eyes making it clear I would be severely punished if I didn’t obey her every command. With strict motions, she commanded me to get started. First I kissed her shin, moving up one kiss at a time. She let out a pleased sigh and lowered her head, ready to enjoy. I was hers to command, and I would make her cum harder than ever before. “This is getting harder, Mistress. I’ll cum soon.”

“Stop.”

I growled out of frustration and I released my cock. A drop of precum ran down my shaft. “Please, I really need to cum.”

“In time, slave. Tell me more about your kinks. There is just too much stuff for me to know exactly what you want.”

I squirmed in my chair. I searched my bookmarks. “There are some stories I could link.”

“Do it, slave.”

I did as I was told. They weren’t the kinkiest. I just couldn’t let her read everything. Some of them were pure fantasies. Nothing I’d ever in my right mind want to happen to me. Or at least want şehitkamil escort to anyone think I wanted. “Does this please my Mistress?”

“You may stroke your dick. Slowly!”

I took a firm grip of my cock and moved my hand down. The veins bulged, and I rubbed the precum around the tip of my cock. I was so hard it hurt. I wanted Haley here with me. I wanted her to see how mad she made me. “If Mistress wants, I could put my web cam on.”

“This pleases me. Do it, slave.”

My fingers trembled so badly I clicked incorrectly several times before I managed to set everything up. I put the lights on and pointed the camera so that Haley could see me completely.

“Oh, God! You really did it!!”

“Anything to please my Mistress,” I typed.

“Can you get sound? I’ll put my headphones on.”

I wasn’t going to back out now, so I put my headphones on and unmuted the mic. “Can you hear me?”

“I can see and hear you!” Haley wrote. “Very good, slave. Now stroke it.”

I started slow again, pulling down until the skin was tight and then moved up. I rubbed the edge of the cock head with my thumb. “Is this good?” It was both hot and awkward because I couldn’t see or hear Haley. Brie and her friends could be watching for all I knew. That made it even hotter. Maybe I was kinkier than I had thought.

“Say you want to fuck me,” Haley wrote.

My voice was hoarse, and I had to cough. “I want you, Haley. Mistress. I want to throw you on the bed and fuck you until you’re satisfied. Like a good slave should.”

Crackling filled my ears, and then I could Haley whispering. “I can’t type anymore. I locked the door. I’m so wet I had to get a towel. Can you hear it?” There was silence then an unmistakable squelching sound.

“Can I cum, Mistress?”

“Tell me what’d you do if I was there right now.”

“I’d shove my cock into you and fuck you so hard you’d cum screaming. Then I’d fill you with my seed until it flows over.”

“Oh, yes. I want that. Moan for me.”

I panted and moaned, almost falling off my chair. Haley didn’t seem to care that I was stroking faster and faster.

“You look so good. Cum for me, slave. Yell my name and cum all over yourself.”

“Haley! I’m cumming for you.” I rubbed my balls and stroked as fast as I could. The chair creaked while I slammed against it. My cock pulsed in my hand, then hot gobs of cum landed over my stomach and chest. I kept wanking. My hand was drenched in cum when thick streams of it poured down my shaft. I could hear Haley whimpering, then there was a short, loud yelp and a clank.

There were no sounds for a while. “You okay?” I whispered.

“I came so hard my headphones fell.” Haley wrote. “I think they might’ve heard me. I have to clean myself.”

“Me too. brb”

I hit the shower. My cock was sore, and it took some time to get all the cum out of my pubic hair. It was always a pain. There should be some special sperm remover shampoo.

My head was dizzy, and heart was still pounding when I got back to the computer. I shut down the web cam and wiped rest the cum from the floor.

There was already a message from Haley. “That was intense!”

“Insane!”

“I’m happy you liked,” she wrote.

“That was so hot. I wish you could’ve been here.”

“Me, too.” The animation flickered. “We should really try this. You can’t worry too much if I’m in charge. And I could get over my issues if I can get you to do what I want.”

“I guess we can try it. We just need to be careful.”

“Safe words, of course. I’m not stupid.”

“Just excited.”

“That was so fun! Sex is so amazing with the right partner. Like you won’t laugh at me, if I’m being silly.”

“Of course not.”

“I need to go and pretend I’m okay. Brie heard me yell and is worried. I’ll read those stories when I get back. I only had time to start the first.”

Shivers of shame ran down my spin. Those were way too kinky to link for anyone. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to know what makes you tick. I’ll try to find some that I like. I’ll link them for you.”

“So, we are friends with benefits now?” I asked.

“At least.” A blushing emoji appeared. “I might need to cum again before I can see Brie. You are the best, slave.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

* * *

I went about my business and tried to get my head in order by playing some video games. Luckily, I was so spent I fell asleep early. I woke up in the morning to find a bunch of messages from Haley.

“I read the stories. Really hot. I want to try that stuff. I want to try you. Brie is going out of town with her friends Saturday. Do you want to come here and be my slave for a day? It’s okay if you don’t want to. We can do it regularly. I’m so wet right now. Everyone is sleeping, so I’m going to get my dildo and think about you.”

There was a picture sent half an hour later showing Haley kissing the wet dildo.

I didn’t need to think twice. “I’m game, Mistress.”

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