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By my normal standards, this one is a quick read! Like most of my stories, it’s grounded in reality, with names changed to protect the not-so-innocent!

Enjoy.

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The light on my office phone blinked, indicating an incoming call. I pressed a button to accept. Through my headset, the receptionist informed me that my wife was on the line. Which was quite unusual.

“Hi Mandy, are you OK?” I asked.

“Yeah, sorry to bother you at work… just something I wanted to share with you.”

“OK…”

“Thing is… I had a scene with Katy last night.”

I was speechless, totally stuck for words, my heart thudding in my throat.

“Pardon?”

“I had a scene with Katy last night.”

Conscious that my work colleagues were in the vicinity, within hearing distance, I hissed, “What are you talking about?”

“You remember you were so busy playing your video game in your den all evening? And Ramiro came down to keep you company?”

Yeah. I remembered. Katy, and Ramiro, her Italian boyfriend, had come over again. Katy was a close friend of Mandy’s. She just dropped in all the time, almost a permanent fixture in the house. Which was OK, because she had a particularly nice pair of tits and rarely wore a bra. Katy routinely brought some weed, and the two of them often got stoned together.

Ramiro was a deep-sea diver, over in England working on the North Sea oil rigs, so he worked something like 2 weeks on, 1 week off. He didn’t speak very good English, and without being unkind, was a bit thick. I did remember him trying to ‘help’ with my game and had actually rather wished he’d just piss off and leave me to it.

“Yes.”

“Well, while you two were busy down there, me and Katy were stood near the table. We were both a bit wasted. Somehow, we just kind of fell together… and a moment later, she kissed me.

“Nothing special. Just a kiss.

“Then she just kind of brushed her fingertips down over my boob. For some reason, that really turned me on. I don’t know why, maybe it was the weed, maybe it was because you haven’t given me much attention recently, but it did.

“Her touch really excited me. I found I didn’t want her to stop…”

I was struggling to speak. My emotions were raging and competing with each other. On the one hand, I felt incredibly excited at the prospect of my wife getting it on with another woman, something which had been a shared fantasy for a long time; on the other, I felt jealousy and betrayal. Then the question of whether she was telling the truth, or just spinning a tale to get me going. Either way, I could feel my cock starting to swell in response.

“And?”

“And you’ll have to wait till later. You’re at work. I’ll tell you the rest this evening.” With that, she hung up, leaving me feeling completely bewildered and light-headed.

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The rest of the day and evening dragged interminably, through dinner, and the kids’ storytelling and bedtime routine. After that, she watched TV like nothing had happened, then we finally went to bed. Lying there in the dark, I couldn’t help but broach the subject.

“So… are you going to tell me the rest of the story then?” I asked.

She rus escort paused for a few moments. “Yeah, but you have to promise me one thing. You have to promise not to tackle Katy and Ramiro about this.”

I didn’t seem to have much choice, if I wanted to hear the rest of the story, so I agreed.

“Just let me tell it, like it happened, OK? And please don’t get angry.”

“OK.”

“Well, there we were, like I said. We’d had a joint and we were both quite giggly and relaxed. I was just leaning on the table, with my back to it. Katy had been to the kitchen to get some water. When she came back, she was still giggling and a bit unsteady on her feet.

“She handed me a glass and put her hand on my shoulder. A moment later, she just leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t sexual, but it was very sensual. Her lips were so soft… they felt lovely. I didn’t feel shocked… It just felt very natural and… well, nice, to be honest.

“Then her hand just drifted down from my shoulder, and she let her fingertips just graze over my breast. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and her gentle touch felt like a tiny electric shock to my nipple.”

As if to try and describe what she had felt, Mandy then did exactly the same thing to me, softly drawing her fingernails down my chest and over my nipple. I had to admit, that did feel good.

“I put my glass on the table and slipped my arm round her waist. It seemed natural for me to do the same to her. With the lightest touch, I traced my fingers down from her collar bone, over the swell of her boob until I got to her nipple. It was really hard and poking through the material of her t-shirt.

“I drew little circles round it with my fingertip and Katy gave a little sigh. Katy’s hand went back to my boob, cupping it and gently squeezing my nipple. I felt really sensitive there. You know how a spliff enhances sensations like that… my nerves were absolutely tingling.

“I started doing the same to her breasts. Hers are bigger than mine but felt nice and firm through her top. We kept doing that for a little, just exploring each other’s boobs and teasing nipples, when she kissed me again. But this time, it wasn’t just a peck on the lips.

“Her lips parted, and her tongue flicked over my bottom lip. I just instinctively opened my mouth and her tongue slipped in. A moment later, we were having a deep French kiss; our hands were all over each other’s boobs. Not so much just little caresses now; it was all becoming more intense.”

I could imagine precisely what she was describing. Katy was obviously a very touchy-feely girl, so it didn’t surprise me that she could be very passionate. By this time, I was uncomfortably hard, but didn’t want to move or do anything, in case I spoiled the moment and interrupted Mandy’s story.

“Somehow, we ended up on the sofa. I kind of fell back onto it and Katy was kneeling over me. We started kissing again, really passionately. All the while, we were rubbing each other’s boobs. She kissed all round my neck and nibbled my earlobe. I could feel my pussy reacting and knew I was getting all creamy inside.

“Then she pushed my top up and my boobs were out in the open. A moment later, she was sucking on one nipple, then the other, which felt lovely. I put my hands inside her top and caressed her breasts in response. Her nipples were really big and hard, and she started moaning when I played with them.

“Then I felt her hand moving down lower, between my legs. She pressed her fingers, quite firmly, against my pussy, then started gently rubbing through my skirt and knickers. I could feel my wetness start to leak out as she worked her fingers in between my lips.”

I felt a movement beside me and guessed that Mandy’s own hand had slid down between her legs. I imagined that her recounting her story, was getting her as turned on as I was. I could feel my pulse quickening and my breathing becoming shallower. I couldn’t resist but to lower my hand to my cock, to give it some much-needed attention, as she continued her story.

“Then Katy sort of slid down, until she was kneeling on the floor. She pushed the hem of my skirt up my thighs and was gently caressing my legs with her fingertips as she went higher and higher. When my skirt was almost round my waist, she just grabbed my knickers and yanked them down… pulled them right off.

“Then she pushed my knees apart and just looked at me for a few moments, staring between my legs. For an instant, it felt really weird to be lying there, with my legs apart and no underwear on, in front of my best friend, but somehow, I didn’t care. I was just desperate for some release.

“My pussy must have been wide open… I could feel how swollen my lips were. Then Katy just kind of dragged her thumb up my slit, all the way from my opening, until she brushed my clit. Her touch was really gentle, but quite firm… it was like she knew what I needed.

“Then she used her thumbs to split me open, and she leaned forward and lapped her tongue up and down my pussy. Oh my god, that felt so good. You’re the only one who’s ever done that to me before, and it felt so different. Her tongue was doing the most amazing things and I could feel my juices trickling out of me. All I could do, was press on her head when I wanted her to go harder.

“In no time, she had me on the verge of coming. I could feel it building up, when suddenly, she shoved her fingers right inside me, and started sliding them in and out, with her tongue still thrashing around my clit.

“Then I absolutely exploded. I literally saw stars and seemed to go off to a different place. I must have drenched her face, because I came so hard.

“Katy still had her fingers inside me and was just gently licking me, when I finally opened my eyes. I was shocked to see Ramiro standing there, right behind Katy. The look on his face was total lust, as he watched his girlfriend licking and fingering me. I was just rooted to the spot, unable to move. Bizarrely, I felt slightly relieved that he couldn’t actually see my pussy.

“Ramiro didn’t say a word. He just stared, transfixed by the sight in front of him. Then he pulled down the front of his trackie bottoms and his cock sprang out. Oh my god, it was big! I don’t want to make you jealous, but he is very ukraynalı escort well hung, like the size of a cucumber. He just stood there, stroking it up and down, looking at my tits and gasping as Katy licked me.

“Then he just dropped to his knees behind her and yanked her trackie bottoms and knickers down to her knees. He shuffled forward, then slammed that huge dick straight into her. Katy must have been as wet as I was, because he just slid right in.

“A moment later, he grabbed her by the hips and was pounding in and out like a demon; his face was so intense, he was totally gripped by lust. Katy was hardly able to carry on licking me, because she was getting so shoved around by Ramiro’s thrusting.

“It didn’t take much of that before Katy had an orgasm too. She was squealing and thrashing about as she came. I’m surprised you didn’t hear her! Ramiro carried on moving in and out of her, but more slowly until her orgasm subsided.

“He was just getting going again, when Katy turned her head to him and said, “Save some for Mandy, babe!”

My heart was in my throat. Was my wife about to admit that she had allowed Ramiro to fuck her with that huge cock? I scarcely dared to breathe as she went on…

“I admit, I was tempted. I was so turned on, I was curious enough to wonder what that great big dick would feel like inside me, but quickly realised I couldn’t. So, I just said, “No, Katy, that would be unfaithful. I can’t do that.”

“Ramiro just kind of nodded and started pounding into her again in earnest. Katy was soon moaning as he went in and out, quicker and quicker. Finally, he let out a massive groan as he came inside her, slamming in so hard, that he shoved her on top of me again. Katy was shaking and trembling. She’d obviously come again.

“After a bit, Ramiro pulled out of her and stood up. Even though his dick had softened a bit, it was still impressive, all wet and shiny and was still dripping some come from the end. Katy turned round and took him into her mouth and sucked him clean.

“As Katy bent over, I could see her pussy gaping open. There was white, creamy goo oozing out of her hole. I couldn’t resist running my finger up her slit, to see what it felt like. He must have really filled her up, there was so much coming out.”

“What happened then?” I finally asked, gulping.

“Nothing, really. Katy went off to the loo to get cleaned up and Ramiro dressed. I pulled my skirt and top back down. It was all a bit awkward after that and no-one really knew what to say. It was something that ‘just happened’. They went home soon after that, but Katy did give me a nice kiss on the way out. You, in the meantime, were still playing on your game…”

With that, I scooted down the bed and moved my face in between Mandy’s legs, then licked and fingered her in the way she’d described Katy doing to her. She did have a nice orgasm, just maybe not the fireworks she had told me about a few minutes earlier.

Then I flipped her over on her hands and knees and fucked her hard, doggy-style. I did wonder whose cock she was thinking about though, as I emptied myself into her…

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Late the next Saturday afternoon, I had just come in from playing with the kids in the garden. Mandy had obviously showered and changed. She saw me looking at her quizzically, then said, in a quite matter-of-fact voice, “Ramiro is away at the moment. I’m going to stay with Katy tonight.”

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I come home from a long day, only wanting to see My dear slave and have a hot bath. I called My slave from the office telling her to have one prepared for when I walk in the door. Walking in the door she is crawling on hands and knees to greet Me. “Mistress i have done as you told me too, the bath is ready, i just finished it, shall i undress you?” I study her, My heart fills with pride that she is learning to anticipate what I want. “Yes dear, you may.” she crawls towards me and stops at My feet. Lifting My foot she takes of one blue high heel shoe and then the other. I move forward so she can go behind Me to take off My skirt. Slowly she unzips Me, pulling out My blouse and gently pulling My skirt down to My ankles. I step out of the skirt and gently kick it aside. she stands to unbutton My blouse and throw it to the side. She kneels again to undo My garter belt, then rolling down My stockings. I smile down at her and reach back to undo My bra and let her take of My panties. “thank you My dear, now to the bath room”

“Yes Mistress.”

Walking şişli escort behind her I watch as her little tight behind moves and think about how it feels when I spank it and how it looks when it is red and glowing after a good spanking. As I walk into the bathroom I feel the steam on My face and body. I step into the bath and let the hot water swirl around Me. As I sink further in to My tub I tell My slave to get in behind Me and take down My hair. “would You like me to brush it out Mistress?”

“mmmm yes please My dear” I lean forward to let My naked slave into the tub. her gentle hands slowly taking out the pins that hold My bun in tight. she lets My hair out gently and slowly unravels it. My hair falls down My back and rests on the bath water. Taking a comb from the side table she starts to run the comb through the tangles, making My hair soft and smooth.

Putting the comb aside she picks up the puff pouring vanilla scented body wash onto it. Moving My hair off to the side she starts to gently taksim escort rub My back. I moan with pleasure. Moving around to the front she starts to rub My shoulders and neck. I lean back into her and rest My back against her front. The feeling of her large breasts against My back soothes Me. Wrapping her arms around Me she starts to rub My breasts. I close My eyes and get lost in the sensations of the rough and smoothness of it all. I put My hands under the water and pull her knees up to My sides. Resting My head on her shoulder I turn to kiss her neck. Letting My lips linger on her flesh she drops the puff and gently rubs My breasts with her hands. she Pinches My nipples and I moan into her neck. Flicking My tongue out to lick her gently then kiss her again. Turning around in the tub to face her I splash water onto the floor. I pull her onto My lap and she wraps her legs around Me.

I pull her head toward Mine and kiss her, putting all the tensions of the day into this one kiss. Parting her lips with Mine beşiktaş escort out tongues meet out and entwine. Running My nails down her back she holds Me tight as we move closer and splash more water onto the floor. Without stopping the kiss I reach down to play with her most sensitive areas. Gasping as I put one finger on her already hard clitoris I rub it gently, not wanting her to get too excited. she does the same to Me, but places her other hand on My breast. I pull her closer to Me so I can put a finger into her tight pussy, while keeping one finger on her little clit. I break the kiss to kiss her neck and gently nibble on her. Quickening out pace as we finger each other, moaning and breathing faster. I put two more fingers into her and quicken My pace on her clit, she moves faster in response.

I can feel Myself reaching orgasm. I push harder onto her fingers. she suddenly shouts out as I can feel her pussy lips tighten in orgasm. As she orgasms she shoves her fingers in to Me harder triggering My own orgasm. As the waves of passion wash over Me I hold her tight to Me. As the sensations settle down I un-wind Myself from her and stand up. “That was a nice start, now go dry off and go to the bed room, I have some plans for your ass tonight.” I smile as I watch her go, thinking of the pleasures that are going to come later tonight.

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When I last left you I had my first weekend with Natasha and Drew together, finishing with Natasha alone at my house with her husband’s blessing. Where would this go next I thought, I dint have to wait long to find out.

Monday I received a text from Drew but Natasha was on it also for the first time, they thanked me for the weekend and asked if I wanted to come over for dinner Tuesday, they would love to see me Monday but they were tired and he needed to get some work done. I replied back I had a great weekend and needed to catch up on work and accepted the invite.

I arrived at their house Tuesday night after 6, they were still making dinner, I brought a bottle of wine and opened it while we all talked in the kitchen. After dinner, we made our way to the couch where we would make out which led to oral and then to the bedroom where we all took turns having sex with each other. One thing I noticed was Drew was not into having sex with Natasha as much so I mostly fucked her and performed oral on her. I stayed over that night and left early in the morning to go home and shower change and go to work.

For the next couple of months, we saw a lot of each other a couple of times a week, Drew and I would have our Thursdays and some Saturday mornings alone, and the rest of the time it was the three of us. After about 6 months of this, we would have another conversation that would shock me about our relationship.

It was a Sunday morning Hd Porno after we had a nice dinner the previous night a passionate love-making all night and all morning that Natasha said we need to talk. At this point, I was seeing them about 5 nights a week, and things have been going great between us. Natasha did the speaking and said she and Drew wanted to take this relationship to the next level, I asked what was that. She said they both were in love with me and wanted this relationship to be real a real threesome couple a Polyfidelity relationship. As I sat there in shock thinking about what she said, she said they were very serious and they wanted me to move in with them. I was caught off guard and Natasha said they didn’t want an answer now they wanted me to think about this and let them know. I agreed and left but not before they both walked me out and both kissing me and for the first time, both of them told me they loved me.

When Drew and I started to have feelings for each other I was shocked. When Drew told me his wife knew me I was shocked, when he asked me to meet her for dinner I was shocked. When we had a threesome I was shocked, and when we continued to have a threesome I was shocked. But now, here was he and his wife telling me they loved me and telling me they wanted to be in a Polyfidelity relationship with us moving in together, fuck I was shocked beyond belief.

My mind was going nuts at this Türkçe Altyazılı Porno time work was crazy as we were in the middle of doing an acquisition I was in charge of so the timing sucked. Natasha and Drew knew what was going on at work so they didn’t take it personally when I was blowing them off from seeing them in person and not texting them as much. I was busy and I was also confused. It was Thursday when Natasha sent a text to our group text saying we need to have dinner on Friday it was long enough we need to chat about this, I agreed and we planned on dinner.

Friday night we met at a restaurant and Natasha was already there and was there alone. I sat and she apologized and said Drew was running late and would meet us or see us later. we ordered drinks and she quickly brought up what she talked about on Sunday. She asked my thoughts and I told her I was confused, I had feelings for her and Drew but never planned for this, and never thought of this. It was when she grabbed my hand and looked in my eyes and talked to me that put everything at ease for me. She said she loved Drew they were college sweethearts, and she had no issues with him being Bisexual, in fact, it turned her on. Over the years they fantasized about having a threesome and having a real relationship with a third person to satisfy their urges. It wasn’t until a couple of years ago that she read a book about a married Brazzers couple like them where the husband was bi and they introduced another man that led to a Polyfidelity relationship where they all lived happily ever after that she wanted this. She was missing the sex from Drew and I filled that part of this relationship and she has fallen in love with me and Drew was in love with me, and they both want this. She doesn’t care where we live they prefer their house, but my house is plenty nice and big, but whoever decided to move she would like them to sell it so they don’t have that as a crutch to lean back on she wants us to be all in and not walk away easily.

It was the next thing that really got me, she said she knows that she and Drew are tight but me coming into this as a third still might feel out of place, and she and Drew talked and they were willing to officially divorce, and she and I can marry to show their commitment, well add this to another shock moment. We never ordered dinner, we had drinks and headed to her house, I needed her.

Once in the house, we went right to the bedroom where Natasha and I made love until we both came together. We lay there holding each other and I just blurted out I want to be with you guys, I am in love with you both. As she kissed me Drew entered the room seeing as kissing and happy, with Natasha happily telling him he loves us also and wants to live with us too. Drew hugged us, as he and I went to the shower to clean him up since he was working all day and wanted to. I fucked him in the shower while we kissed and told each other how we loved each other. We were soon joined by Natasha as we all washed up kissed and fucked each other before falling asleep in bed to begin our new life.

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Greetings readers,

This is the 200th chapter I’ve posted on Literotica between the various series I’ve written since I started submitting back in January of 2009. It’s a bit hard for me to fathom that, really. There are just two chapters to go on the Alex series; one to tidy up the main threads, and then an epilogue of sorts… but I felt it was personally important that the 200th submission be of the character that started everything. Ann.

Rest assured, I’ll have the finale of Alex (and Christina) up in the next couple of weeks, as well a coming chapter of Betsy. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this latest installment of Ann: The Married Years.

Mimaster

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Ann sauntered sexily down the hallway, having closed the door to the bedroom to allow Neil a little more sleep. It was Friday, a little before six in the morning, and while she felt incredible, she was in a bit of a melancholy mood, which belied how she moved. She was anticipating a long, fun weekend with her sexy husband, who thankfully had Saturday off. But once again it was a shift change variety, with him going from first to second, and that loomed over her happy disposition.

That didn’t mean the switch from first to second shift was always bad. The last time that had happened was the weekend of the Super Bowl, and it proved to be incredible. Not the party, or her annual appearance as one of the Super Bowl sluts. The game was exciting from a sporting perspective, but the gathering had been a profound dud as far as many were concerned, including Ann. The sexual excitement was lacking, to say the least. And the pall Martina had cast over the entire night just by showing up in her Dallas Cowboy cheerleader costume was one of the biggest reasons. The resentment of her being center stage by herself again was noticeable. In Ann’s mind, the party was a disaster. Yet it was what happened when she and Neil came home that she recalled so fondly.

That was on her mind as she grabbed one of her purple pens out of a drawer of the island. Moving to the calendar hanging on the wall, she confirmed the number she’d neatly written in the bottom right corner of the box for the day before. She smiled sweetly as she wrote the number ’80’ in the corner of April 19th.

She loved the symmetry of the duel discipline. She would add a number each day, noting the new total of days since the last time she’d put on the collar as Annabelle. It mattered, because whenever she’d become that persona again, she’d end up taking a spank, or a swat, or switch to her ass to account for each of those days. Then, in an ironic twist, she’d be required to mark those days off again on the crawlspace wall with a piece of chalk, placed in her pretty mouth. It was a check and balance system of sorts, and she found she actually looked forward to it.

It had gained even more meaning to her over the past three months, since she’d been used so brutally, and wonderfully. She glanced down at her left foot, the ornate tattoo that branded her forever as Annabelle calling out to her. It was something she’d done every day since she’d gotten it, looking at it almost longingly. She loved it. But if she were honest, it was the one on the inside of her right wrist that meant more to her. It was just six tiny numbers strung together. 091489. The date Annabelle was officially born.

She looked at her wrist, her wry smile widening as a thought occurred to her. She was surprised it hadn’t before. After all, she’d stare a her foot, and then her wrist, every day just after she’d write the new number on her calendar. She looked at it, now marked with another day to account for down the line. Unable to put the thought out of her head, she stepped back in front of the calendar, lifting up some of the pages, looking ahead… to September.

Her heart began pounding in her chest, the excitement of discovering her slave birthday was going to land on a weekend. And a Saturday, to boot.

“I wonder what I can do to make sure Annabelle gets to celebrate her seventh birthday,” she giggled excitedly.

Doing the math in her head, she came up with 227 as the number of days it would be between appearances. It was a good number. Well more than the 177 she’d atoned for in January. Her hand went to her smooth, shapely ass, remembering how it felt for days after the last time. She could imagine the raised welts from some of the treatment she’d been subjected too. Her smile widened, thinking of the bruising that lasted three weeks. The idea of knowing when she might become Annabelle again was making her pussy tingle. She could feel the wetness, a trickle threatening to escape past her parting lips. She moaned as she moved her hips, trying to make it happen, wanting to feel it begin to roll down the inside of one of her thighs.

With that failing, she moved to the coffee maker, deciding that it would have to happen naturally if it were going Hd Porno to at all. Instead she focused on calming herself. She was beyond horny at the moment, thoughts of what Neil did to her in her dungeon running wild in her head. She’d only been held down there for forty-eight hours. Well, it was a bit more than that, yet it was far from her personal record of ten days. She used to hold the family record, but her mother-in-law Betsy currently held the title belt with eleven. And now that Tina was an offical part of the family, Ann wondered if she might be a new contender.

“I wonder when I’m ever going to get a chance to do that again,” she mused. It was obvious it would be years, what with them having an active, precocious two-year old. Owen was the reason she’d been subjected to Neil’s role as Master the last time, needing to give her a refresher in patience to deal with a youngster that was testing the limits of what a terrible two can get away with.

Things really hadn’t changed as far as his behavior. While he wasn’t as bad as the other toddlers in his play group, he certainly was having more tantrums, and he was into everything. Neil had balanced Ann’s center that weekend, like a recalibration, and she was able to handle her son while Neil went to second shift… and then third. She knew she wasn’t in need of another mind clearing session as his loving slave just yet. But she was suddenly looking very forward to September.

She sat down at the island on one of the barstools, sipping her coffee. She kept looking at her wrist, studying the tattoo. Her heart fluttered, the notion of it’s very meaning hitting home once again. The two tattoos were a reminder that she was always Annabelle. It was the time between, and the length of the physical side of that part of her that varied. That she was daydreaming about the next time in September, if there wasn’t one in between, proved without a doubt that Annabelle was always with her. The biggest difference between the marathon ten day ordeal she endured and a two day event like her most recent was the intensity. Neil was more focused in those shorter encounters, and with that came an electric dynamic between the two.

Ann could feel her pussy leaking, a trail running down toward her asshole. She was fighting the urge to wiggle in her seat. And she was finding it near impossible to ignore her throbbing clit. Her nipples were pulsing in time with it, her body craving sex. Unfortunately she knew she’d have to wait until Neil came home from work, and most likely when Owen went to bed for the night. Stealing away for a quickie was appealing, but she knew it wouldn’t satisfy her sudden carnal needs. It was incredible that she was already feeling that way, since her husband had fucked her senseless the night before.

Taking a deep, calming breath, she got up. That trick didn’t work, her eyes darting to the wet spot on the barstool she left behind. She realised she might have to cave and make herself cum while Neil was in the shower. She’d need relief before her son woke up. Checking the clock as she rinsed out her coffee cup, she was surprised Neil wasn’t in the shower already.

Eschewing the idea of putting the mug in the dishwasher since she had yet to empty it from running it overnight, she got out the bottle of Palmolive from under the sink she kept for such things. When she finished, she bent at the waist to put the bottle away, feeling her husband’s thick, rigid cock pressing against the crack of her ass.

“Somebody’s wet,” he chuckled as he felt her secretions against his hardness.

“Somebody’s running late for work. Don’t tease me like this Neil,” she moaned as she stood, glancing over her shoulder with her eyes half closed.

He reached around, tweaking her nipples as she stood. “Mmm… you’re definitely horny. Your nipples are huge.”

“Yes, I’m horny. So please, don’t tease. Go get ready for work.”

“Actually, I’m thinking about putting a load in the dishwasher,” he quipped.

She smirked, her hand reaching behind to grab his neck, her back arching in the process. She allowed him to fondle her sexy body, all the while playfully protesting about what he was doing to her.

“Damn you, you sexy bastard. How dare you stoke my fire knowing full well you’re going to be getting ready to go to work in five minutes. You’re going to have me creaming in my shorts all day waiting for you to come home tonight.”

“I’m not going to work.”

“You’re not? Why?”

“I called in sick.”

“You’re… sick?”

“No. I called in sick.”

“I don’t understand.”

“They implemented the new personal day policy in January, remember?”

It was a new benefit the company rolled out at the beginning of the year for employees with five years of service. Everyone that met that milestone of loyalty to the corporation received five personal days at the beginning of the year, and they would earn another day for every four months of service. It was a way Türkçe Altyazılı Porno to reward longevity while acknowledging that most new hourly employees had to build up vacation time. This allowed them to be sick and not have to burn a vacation day to get paid.

Neil was in a different position as a salaried member of management. He was able to negotiate his vacation when he hired on as part of his compensation package. He currently had three weeks. The personal time allowed him some flexibility. It was another way to get time off without dipping into his vacation.

“So, you’re not sick.”

“No babe. I haven’t missed a day of work since Owen was born. But I told Thelma I wanted the day off. I know how you get when I go to second shift, especially with the way he’s been acting since he turned two. I figured I’d ease your stress a bit. Besides, I’ll return the favor for her. You can be sure of that.”

She turned in his arms, pulling him into a deep kiss. When she finally pulled back, wicked grin showed where her mind was.

“Take me to bed, lover.”

Lifting her, he carried her to the dining room table, setting her ass gently on the edge. “We don’t have time for that. Owen will be up soon. I’ll just plow that wet pussy here, if you don’t mind.”

She lay back, lifting her legs and spreading her knees wide for him as he placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. “Anything you want. I’m yours this weekend.”

Neil shot her an odd smirk, and said, “Well… I might have other plans for you.”

She didn’t have time to dwell on his comment. He grabbed hold of her thighs and rammed forward, bucking into her hard. He proceeded to jackhammer her cunt. Any foreplay was eschewed for the sake of brevity. They really didn’t know what time their son would get up, and that drove them both.

Ann’s ample bosom was flopping about, his strokes deep and purposeful. His grip on her upper legs held her in place, and she was tossing her head back and forth, mumbling incoherently. In a word, he was ravaging her pussy, and she was delirious with lust.

She tried to force herself back into him, but he controlled the action; much like when he was her Master, and she was his loving Annabelle. The thought was fresh in her mind, and while she hadn’t brought up the idea of her slave birthday in September, it would be much different than the one she’d have in July when she’d turn thirty-five. That number didn’t bother her. She’d gotten that out of her system when she pitched a fit about turning thirty. Neil was right. Her life and her outlook were only getting better with age.

She was in the best shape of her life, and she looked more like a woman than the girl she felt she was then. Her breasts had remained larger after the pregnancy, something she was beyond thrilled about. Her hips were fuller from giving birth. She had more curves, yet her abs and legs were incredibly toned. She’d been a three sport athlete in high school, and that young waif couldn’t hold a candle to the woman she’d become. She could say the same of her husband, who was more mature and masculine than the stud she remembered lusting over all those years ago. Her hands roamed over his abdomen as he leaned forward for more leverage, her fingers traipsing along the defined muscles of his six-pack. He was like a sexual God in her eyes, and it made her feel small. It also made her swoon.

That man was between her legs, owing her pussy like never before. Unable to help, she raised her arms above her head, clasping her hands together. It was a way of showing she was submitting to him, at least in that moment. He was in charge, and from the cryptic comment he’d made just before he plunged his huge cock inside her, she was certain he’d be leading her through their now extended weekend. She wasn’t sure where it would lead, although she was certain it wouldn’t go so far as a trip to the dungeon again, but she was willing to follow wherever he took her physically, and mentally.

Her back arched, her first climax upon her like a tidal wave.

“OOOHHH FUUUCCCK!” she bellowed.

Neil silently scolded her with his eyes, reminding her that their romp would be cut short if their youngest showed up. It was unlikely he’d awaken from just one outburst, but they couldn’t chance another. Thankfully, reinforcements arrived.

Neil noticed the movement to his right, through the French door to the deck. His sexy neighbor Samantha was peering through the glass, her hand over her eyes to get a clearer view. He motioned for her to come inside with a quick movement of his head, keeping up the torrid pace he’d set from the start.

Ann heard the door open, her head falling to the left to see who it was; although she knew before she opened her eyes. Only one person ever showed up at their back door… her friend that lived down the hill behind them. She smiled sweetly at Sam’s arrival, not saying anything. She knew she wasn’t there by accident. Brazzers It was part of whatever Neil’s plans were for her for their weekend.

“Morning Samantha,” Neil offered.

“Good morning, handsome. Sounds like you have your hands full this morning. I heard her cumming as I came up the steps on the deck.”

“Yeah… she was already worked up when I got to her. Pretty sure she’s been fantasizing about doing something naughty.”

“Does that surprise you?”

“Not really. All part of being married to a beautiful slut.”

Ann was listening to their banter, unable to speak for herself. She had questions, but another orgasm was fast approaching. One that Neil saw coming before she even did.

“Do you mind giving me a hand, Samantha?”

“Not at all. How can I help?”

“She’s about to go off again. I don’t want her waking up Owen just yet. Do you think you can find a way to keep her quiet?”

Samantha let the silky robe she was wearing slip off her shoulders, revealing her naked body underneath. Kicking off her sandals, she climbed up onto the tabletop, straddling Ann’s angelic face. “My pleasure,” she teased before lowering her glistening pussy over Ann’s waiting mouth.

Ann came shortly afterward, the thickness of Neil’s cock against her pulsing clit setting her off like a rocket. Her screams of ecstasy were drowned out by Samantha’s cunt, pressing hard against her face.

The suddenness of her involvement in a threesome made her head spin. It was just the kind of unexpected sexual twist that she loved to spring on Neil. That he’d reversed the roles had her anticipating what was to come over the weekend. For him to start out with such a bold move had her on edge.

So was Samantha, Ann’s talented tongue making short work of the task presented her. It was hard to believe that she’d fought the notion of being bisexual soon after her engagement to Neil. It had seemed so preposterous at the time. She’d thought about being with women; even fantasized about it. Her initial dabbling with her friend Dana at the hands of Neil, ‘making’ her do as part of a risque board game they played with Dana’s husband Chad, had only whetted her appetite. Yet she didn’t consider the possibility of actually being bisexual. She felt she was simply curious and enthusiastic.

It was her third encounter with a woman that confirmed her sexual identity, although she continued to deny it for years. Her passionate night with Maryam, the masseuse at the posh hotel they stayed in while passing through Utah, spoke to her inner voice; the one that guided her sexuality. She’d been the aggressor, a role she never considered possible in her naughty dreams. Yet this young woman was intoxicating, a mixture of raw eroticism and exotic beauty. Her heritage had much to do with that, as did her positive energy.

Ann was drawn to her from the moment they locked eyes. Walking hand in hand to the room Maryam used to take care of her clients, she could feel the electric connection they had. Even though Maryam wasn’t gay, or even bisexual, there was little doubt in Ann’s mind that they’d end up together sexually before the night was over. That’s why she pursued her like she had, leading them to where they both wanted to go.

In they years since that night, Ann had been with several dozen other women. She’d long lost count, stopping that trivial notion once she came to terms with whom she really was. That it was her husband that helped her along in that journey, supporting and even encouraging her sexual growth, might have been a bit of a surprise. But it shouldn’t have been. She’d never been with a man so grounded and secure in his own masculinity. He wasn’t at all threatened by her discoveries. Instead he looked for ways to continue pushing her boundaries, whether they be as Annabelle, or Anna Renee… or as Anna, his bisexual plaything he loved to share.

Samantha’s lower body began to shake, her climax ripping through her like a lightning bolt. Instead of arching her back and screaming out, she threw herself forward, locking lips with Neil to stifle her emotions. The intensity of their kiss was unexpected, and she exploded all over Ann’s face. Neil was forced to pause for a moment as their neighbor continued to gush.

Ann swallowed, her mouth filled with her neighbors sweet secretions. She kept sucking at her clit, trying to get her off a second time. But Samantha knew she’d be needed elsewhere soon, and she’d need to regain her faculties if she was to fulfill those obligations.

Breaking away from Neil, she lifted herself off of Ann and climbed off the table. But, she took the time to give her lover a kiss first.

“Thanks for that sweetie. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sam,” Ann replied dreamily.

Neil pulled out, his throbbing cock pulsing as he looked down at his wife like she was prey. “Enough of that. Flip the fuck over so I can plow that ass.”

Ann did as she was told, her feet finding the floor, her torso flat against the surface of the sturdy table. But that didn’t stop her from reacting to what he’d basically demanded. “Again with the plowing. What are you, a fucking farmer now?”

“I’m about to plant my seed… you’re ovulating. We’re not ready for another one yet, so yeah, I’m plowing your ass!”

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Janie went to one party in her college career, and for that Richard was extremely grateful. She graduated in two years, thanks to AP credits and summer courses, but those two years grated on every single one of Richard’s nerves. Those college guys were all over her, and since she was graduating two years early, her “class” was two years older than her.

The first time he heard one of those little shits calling her “baby,” he thought he might pop an artery. He was trying to be a laid-back thirty-four-year-old boyfriend to a college girl, but it didn’t come naturally to allow his sweet girl to hang out with slobbering douchebags who definitely wanted to fuck her.

Despite this, he wanted to prove a point. So in the middle of Janie’s second (and final) year of school, when he heard that she’d been invited to her friend’s 21st birthday party, he enthusiastically encouraged her to go. She didn’t want to because she was, at her core, a homebody, and she’d certainly made herself quite at home in the two-bedroom apartment they shared.

“Are you serious?” she asked, giggling and resting her cheek on her palm as she watched him put away their groceries.

“Very,” he assured her, swallowing his hesitation. “I don’t want you to think I’m overbearing, and besides, I trust you. You shouldn’t graduate without a real college experience like this. You haven’t partied at all. It’ll be good for you, really.”

When he glanced over his shoulder at her, she was eyeing him consideringly, one dark eyebrow raised.

“Richard, I know you’re overbearing, and it’s hot. You and I both know that you’ll be here pacing tracks into the carpet all night if I go to some bar all by myself. I don’t want to go, anyway, you know I don’t like that sort of thing,” she assured him.

He did know that. She was a buzzkill if he’d ever met one. She was genuinely unhappy around drunk people, and she hated being out past dinnertime. But maybe she would actually enjoy letting loose just this once. And he didn’t want her to regret wasting her college experience with him, especially since he intended to keep her with him forever. There was no room for her to wish things had been different.

“I know, baby, but I just think you should try it. I will be worried, but it’s not like you never go anywhere alone. And obviously you can call me to pick you up whenever. As long as your phone is charged, I will be fine. And you will, too.”

***

It was hard to hold onto that stance when he saw what she was wearing. It was the following weekend, the night of the party, and Janie came tottering out of their bedroom at 8 p.m., sporting two-inch heels and smothering a yawn in her fist.

God, she was beautiful. The dress she wore was short, and the hem was flirty and loose. She’d worn it on his birthday last year, when she made him dinner and let him fuck her in front of a mirror like he’d always wanted. It skimmed the curves of her delectable body, accentuating her breasts and hips, and he knew from experience how easy it was to flip that little skirt up over her hips.

He wanted to take her back into their room and fuck her, or maybe shove her onto her knees right there in the living room and fuck her face until her makeup was ruined. Instead, he curled a finger in a “come here” gesture and watched the deep flush spread up her neck to rest in her pretty cheeks. She walked over to him and allowed herself to be pulled between his legs. Sitting on the couch put him a little above eye level with her, even with the heels. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and slid his hands over her hips to rest on her ass. She shivered in his grip, and he felt her breathing become shallow. He fought back a grin at the thought that, after two years together, she was still so fucking sensitive. He once made her come just by teasing her nipples. She was perfect.

He eased her dress up over her hips so that her black cotton panties were visible. There was a little black bow in the front. He smiled and pressed a kiss to it, which earned him a clawing hand in his hair and a sharp gasp. He pulled the panties to the side and slid two fingers inside her, releasing a grunt of satisfaction when he felt how wet she was. God, she really was made for him.

He curled his fingers until he felt her knees buckle, and he lifted one of her limp hands onto his shoulder for stability. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing heavily, eyelids hooded with desire.

“Who does this little cunt belong to, Janie?” he whispered in her ear, twisting the fingers inside her. She moaned and leaned into him, and he repeated the question.

“You, you, only you,” she promised, head lolling to the side. He grinned at her, although she was too out of it to return the gesture.

“I’ll let you go out and cosplay as a college slut tonight, honey, but the second you get home, I want you on your knees with my cock in your mouth, is that clear?” he growled, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy and thumbing her clit at the same time.

“Y-yes,” Hd Porno she said, nodding rapidly and reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. “Should I just st-stay home? Please, I need–“

“Cock? I know, slut, but you’ll just have to wait, won’t you?” he said teasingly, pulling his fingers out of her and slapping her pussy. She gasped and lifted a leg, attempting to straddle him, but he squeezed her thighs together, kneading the soft, firm flesh in his hands. “Do you really want me to make you come right now, baby?”

She blushed and shook her head. She was a notorious squirter, and she would have to change her panties and dress if he made her come right then. She heaved a frustrated sigh and stepped away from him, smoothing her dress back down.

“You’re a dick, you know,” she said, but her smile was fond and warm, and she allowed him to grab her hand and press a kiss to her rosy knuckles before she stomped out of the apartment.

***

Richard managed not to wear the carpet down too much while Janie was gone. He was worried, though, and the thought of other men brushing up against her in some shitty bar made him want to kill someone.

“I shouldn’t have let her go out in that little fucking dress,” he muttered to himself, rubbing a hand over his scruffy jaw and scowling at his reflection in the fridge. “My slut.”

He was out of things to occupy himself with. He’d cleaned up dinner, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, and changed their cat Marissa’s litter box. He dropped onto the couch and grimaced when it squeaked. They really needed a newer one that was sturdier, especially since he fucked Janie on it at least twice a week, but Janie was insistent on savings. It was also why they were living in a shitty apartment below their means–she was set on saving money so that they could buy a house when they got married, even if it meant permanently gray baseboards for the time being.

She didn’t bring up marriage very often, but each time she did, he had to fight off the urge to propose immediately. He’d had a ring since their first anniversary because he was fucking obsessed with her, and either she would be his wife and the mother of his children, or he would be a lonely bachelor for the rest of his miserable life.

When his phone rang at 11 p.m., he answered without even looking at the caller ID.

“Baby?”

“Hi,” Janie said quietly into the receiver. Richard straightened up and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, don’t freak out.”

“I’m coming to get you,” he said firmly, standing and scrambling around the living room for his shoes. He couldn’t find them. Shit.

“Okay, that sounds good, but do you want to know what’s happening?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, so really don’t freak out,” she was saying. The background noises were awful quiet for a club. “Um, so Lindsay apparently told this guy that she would have a threesome with him, and she thought that he meant a threesome consisting of her and him and one of his friends.”

“Right,” Richard said, finally locating his sneakers and shoving his feet into them. He grabbed his keys and put Janie on speaker so that he could look at her location and type it into his GPS as he jogged down the stairs.

“Well, um, he thought that she meant she would be bringing a friend for the threesome, and well, Lindsay really likes this guy, so I didn’t want to make a fuss and I figured it would be fine because we were in public and obviously I wouldn’t go home with them or anything, and Lindsay said that she would get me coffee tomorrow if I pretended to be on board until she could convince him to just go home with her, but um, he got a little handsy with me–“

Richard barely heard the rest. Janie started talking faster about how she’d left the bar and walked to a different restaurant and had been sitting inside drinking cherry Coke in a booth by herself for the past thirty minutes, but that didn’t make him feel better. He was going to kill every single person in that bar. That fucker who’d touched her would be first to go, and then Lindsay for trying to make her okay with it. The thought of her leaving a bar in the middle of the night in that tiny dress and walking to a fucking Chili’s didn’t exactly settle his nerves either. She was lucky nothing worse had happened. He was going to start throwing things–but first he needed to find her.

She was sitting outside waiting for him when he pulled up to the restaurant. A man in a nice suit was talking to her, smiling and running a hand through his gray hair. He looked old enough to be her dad. She seemed perfectly comfortable, and honestly, the guy didn’t seem like a pervert, but Richard was too on-edge to be okay with another man talking to his girl in that moment.

“Janie,” he barked, climbing out of the car and making her jump. She had a hand over her heart, clutching her metaphorical pearls and everything, but her gaze softened when she saw him. The old guy took a step closer to her though, Türkçe Altyazılı Porno putting a hand on her arm in a protective gesture that Richard might have appreciated it if it were a different night. “Step the fuck away from her.”

“Can I help you, young man?” the guy said, taking a step forward and scowling.

“He’s my boyfriend,” Janie said dismissively to him, flashing an apologetic smile and practically skipping over to Richard. One of the angry parts of him softened at this. Even when he was shaking with rage, she practically threw herself into his arms. It made him feel more human, brought him down from the peak of his anger.

When she reached him, he snagged her around the waist and pulled her close, until every inch of her was pressed up tight against him. She looked so fucking good, his perfect sweet girl wrapped in that little fucking dress, her huge tits flattened against his side. It was almost enough to get rid of all his anger. Not quite, though.

“Let’s go, baby,” he ground out, jaw clenched. He was so pissed, still. And this guy was looking at her, so concerned, like she was his to worry about, when she was in fact Richard’s concern alone.

Janie squeezed his arm and moved around him to climb into the passenger seat of Richard’s Jeep. She waved reassuringly at the man, and he finally went inside. Richard exhaled heavily and got into the car, trying to relax now that all of his belongings were locked safely inside his car.

Janie let him drive in silence for about one minute, and then she crossed her legs and turned her body to face him. He flexed his hands on the wheel.

“What.”

“You know what, Richard. You’re being an asshole,” she said, and when he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, her lips were pursed. He felt like one of the preschoolers she taught.

“Sure, I’m an asshole, but I bet you’re fucking drenched right now,” he said, gut tightening at the thought.

It was always like this with her. He would feel like he went too far sometimes with the caveman shit, and then her panties would be soaking wet as a result, and he would say the most absurd, gnarliest things in the world to see just how turned on his words could get her.

“Um, well, shut up,” she retorted, folding her arms over her chest. That shoved her tits up in the dress, giving her even more cleavage, and he clenched his jaw. With a sigh of relief, he pulled into their apartment complex and turned off the car.

“I’m sorry for what I said to that man because he was harmless, but I’m not sorry for anything else. You’re mine, baby,” he said firmly as he opened her door and unbuckled her. She slapped his hands away like she always did, but he ignored her and scooped her out of the car and into his arms. He slid his hand between her legs under her dress, earning a sharp gasp as she darted a frantic glance around, and confirmed that her panties were soaked. “This is for me, right, slut? Or did you have a little too much fun tonight?”

She shoved him away and shook her head. “Not funny, Richard. You know I would never.”

He did know that, but he was pissed that she’d called him to pick her up after allowing another man to believe that he would be sleeping with her, and now she had the audacity to act like he shouldn’t be upset about that. He knew she would never cheat on him–it just wasn’t in her nature. But he was a little too irritated to be rational.

They walked in stony silence up to their apartment. Richard walked behind her, enjoying the flashes of her black panties when she walked, and continued to regret letting her leave the house in that scrap of a dress. The thought of Lindsay’s idiot friend looking at this ass, these sweet hips, and imagining himself getting to enjoy them–Richard gritted his teeth and jogged to close the distance between the two of them on the stairwell, grabbing Janie and holding her body close.

“Janie. You do not get to be mad at me tonight. You allowed another man to believe that he was going to fuck you. How in the hell am I supposed to be cool about that? I know you would’ve never followed through, but you let him look at you in that dress and think about fucking you. He is lucky to be alive. And you are lucky that I didn’t take you into that Chili’s bathroom and fuck your throat within earshot of that grandpa outside.”

Janie was silent for a moment, and her cheeks were red. He didn’t want her to be embarrassed. He just didn’t want her to be mad at him. And he wanted to fuck her. Desperately.

“He wasn’t even cute,” Janie said quietly, turning in his arms and pressing her cheek to his chest. Richard closed his hands around her waist and squeezed.

“He could’ve been a bridge troll. I’m going to kill him.” His words were confident, but he tried to keep his voice soft for her. None of this was her fault. If he were a better man, he would’ve just picked her up from the restaurant and brought her home, with none of this frustration Brazzers on either of their sides. But he was a bad man, and she was his woman, and he couldn’t bring himself to feel bad about any of it.

“Do you still want me on my knees with your cock in my mouth when we get home?” Janie murmured into his shirt before tipping her head back and grinning wickedly up at him.

“You are such a fucking whore,” he breathed, reaching around and squeezing her round ass.

“Your whore,” she amended, beaming and rolling her hips into his. His erection pressed against her belly, and she reached down to touch it. He sucked in a breath and grabbed her wrist, then turned her around and began marching her up the final flight of stairs. He was cradling both wrists in his hands, and she wasn’t walking carefully anymore, so her dress slid up her hips, exposing the curve of her ass and the edge of her panties as she moved. He slapped her ass, and she squealed and giggled, walking faster.

“My fucking whore,” he said as they reached their door at last. Janie unlocked the door, and he crowded her into their apartment and into the kitchen, yanking her dress up over her hips and promptly bending her over the counter.

He spanked her three times, watching her writhe and grin over her shoulder at him. She wiggled her ass at him, and he pressed the front of his tented sweatpants against her damp pussy. Her ass was bright red, and it moved under his hand each time he spanked her. God, she was absolutely made for this.

“Please fuck me,” she breathed, arching her back and pressing against him. His cock twitched against her, and she bit her lip, rolling her hips backwards.

“I distinctly recall telling you that you would be on your knees with my cock in your mouth, baby,” he said thoughtfully, palming her hips and reaching around to grope her tits. The straps of her dress had already slid off her pretty shoulders, so he just tugged the bodice down to expose her perfect tits. She shivered because she was still bent over the counter, and the granite must have been cold against her sensitive nipples. He curled a hand around her throat and drew her up, arching her back more and thrusting her tits out.

He used his free hand to grope her, fondling her full tits. She was so fucking hot with her dress only covering her belly, leaving her round ass and tits bare for him. And she was entirely his.

He nudged her to her knees, and she shot him a pleased look, licking her lips. He wanted to eat her. Instead, he wrapped her hair around his hand and nudged her mouth open with his cock. She had to sit up on her knees on the uncomfortable kitchen floor because of their height difference, but she looked so extremely delighted to have him in her mouth.

He held her head in his hands and began a steady rhythm, fucking in and out of her pretty little mouth. She was much better at sucking cock now, two years into their relationship, and she was much more comfortable with it.

He fucked her face until tears were streaming down her flushed cheeks, and then he tugged her up to her feet and, clasping her wrists into his hands, bent her over the kitchen table. He gripped her hips and used this leverage to adjust her until his cock was brushing against her damp entrance. Her feet were off the floor, and her hands were curled around the opposite edge of the table, gripping for dear life. He loved her like this, so helpless and warm.

She wriggled her ass back against him insistently, and he chuckled, smoothing a hand over her hip.

“Condom?” he asked fondly, enjoying the view. She glanced over her shoulder at him. She wasn’t on birth control, and she was very much a Catholic natural-family-planning girl, so he just chose to trust that she knew when she was ovulating and wouldn’t let him fuck her without a condom if she was fertile. The risk of getting her pregnant, filling her with his babies, didn’t exactly turn him off anyway.

“No, you’re good,” she said happily, arching her back in an invitation that he was happy to accept. “Please–“

He cut her off by filling her with his cock. She gasped and then groaned, breathing hard against the table. He was impossibly hard, and she was so tight and wet around his cock that he wasn’t sure how he would last. Luckily, he’d been fucking her incredible pussy for years now, and he was a little bit better at not completely losing his shit every time he finally got inside her. She was still just so fucking tight and hot, though, and he couldn’t seem to understand why she would allow him this close to her.

She was just so pretty and lovely, and he couldn’t quite get over her. She was beautiful and kind and generous and her lips looked so good wrapped around his cock. He put his hands on her back to keep her still because she was wiggling around and grinding into him in a way that was making it even harder to last and make this good for her. The good news was that she was so fucking sensitive that she typically took about five seconds to come.

When she finished, releasing a high-pitched moan that sounded somewhat like his name, Richard picked up the pace, eager to reach his climax. When he did, he came deep inside her, filling her cunt with his seed, and watched the pleased smile stretch across her pretty face.

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(Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it’s all in good fun. This story is highly serialized, and though it’s not 100% necessary to have read the whole story up until this point to enjoy the content of the chapter, it’s definitely advisable to understand the ongoing plots.)

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Previously, on Senior Year Memories: Returning to school after Valentine’s Day, 18-year-old Ryan Collins is nervous about rekindling his friendship with former best friend Tori McNeil after their messy falling out on Thanksgiving. However, after getting his head on straight with the help of some sex with his hot English teacher, Mrs. Addams, he and Tori finally talk and work out their issues, deciding to be friends again. On top of the world and looking to the future, Ryan then encounters gorgeous and busty class president, Sabrina Singh, and after some discussions about where their lives are taking them, the two of them have some seriously hot sex. With his future now wide open, Ryan can’t wait to see where things go.

***

By late February of my senior year, I like to think I’d come to have a pretty good practical understanding of sex. I knew I was very good at dispensing pleasure, and that I had a lot of fun doing it. I also had a fair understanding that, in bed, no two women are exactly alike.

In this process, I’d found that one of the rules that was reasonably absolute was this: if you’re going to screw around with an athlete, you better be up on your cardio.

By this time of the year, I was alright with my cardio, but not enough to keep up with track star Fatima Hassan.

“Is that the best you got? That the best you fucking got? Because it’s pretty fucking great, but I know you can fuck me harder than that… come on, you got this, you fucking got this, keep going, keep fucking me!!!” Fatima encouraged.

Well, alright, it might have been less “encouraged” and more “demanded”, since this would be the third time this afternoon that we’d had sex, and it didn’t seem like she was in any place to stop. The 5’11” Middle-Eastern beauty rode me as if she weren’t even tired, her lean, toned body with her soft brown skin an utterly gorgeous sight as she furiously bounced up and down on my cock. Whether it was her bouncing B-cups, or the way her tight, shaved pussy clutched my cock and milked me for all I was worth, there was a lot to enjoy with this image, but what held my attention the best was her face. Fatima was easily one of the most beautiful girls in school, with kind brown eyes, a killer smile, and the longest, blackest, silkiest dark hair you could imagine. It hung down around her head like a curtain, kind of putting us in our own private world as she fucked me.

It was easy to be hypnotized by her at any time, really, but when she rode me so furiously and expected me to keep up, I was finding it difficult to catch my breath.

“You never stop… do you…?” I panted, trying to fuck up into her at a pace that met her liking.

She moaned, sitting up on my cock and squeezing her tits while she rode me. “You know, if that’s a problem, I can always go easy on you. I don’t want to break you, after all.”

The way Fatima said this with a faint smirk, I knew that she was just trying to get a rise out of me so she could push me further.

Mission accomplished, I guess. My hands found her ass, squeezing her roughly as I fucked up into her, calling on reserves of energy I didn’t know were still full as we took this fuck to its next level. I squeezed and groped her ass, smacking it when I got the chance to push her further. I knew that Fatima had a thing for ass play, and that this was likely to help set her off.

I was right.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!” Fatima cried out, dropping down onto my cock as a wet, messy orgasm hit her. She fell onto me, shuddering, kissing me deeply as her pussy massaged my cock. I thought she might have hoped she would force another orgasm out of me with this.

I was going to show her what kind of stamina I really had.

I wrapped my arms around her back and held tight, rolling us over so I was on top of her. Fatima squealed, partly from being disgruntled at no longer being on top, partly from excitement (mostly from excitement, I think), and I took the opportunity to show her what I could really do as I gave it to her hard. My hips were a blur as I fucked Hd Porno in and out of her savagely, giving her almost the entire length of my thick, ten-inch cock.

“You think that’s the best I got, huh? I’ll show you my fucking best,” I said, fucking down into her with an animalistic fury, making her moans go higher and higher as our fuck reached a truly insane pace.

“There we go… that’s what I’m talking about! That’s what I’m fucking talking about!!!” Fatima exclaimed, locking her feet behind my ass and making sure I kept this pace.

I was in awe of this woman, but also knew that there was no way in hell I was going to be able to keep up with her forever. I simply lacked her training, her discipline, and her remarkable capacity for cardio, and this raw burst of power was only going to last so long.

I couldn’t let her know, though, that I was weakening, no, I wasn’t going to give her the high ground and feeling of playful superiority, not when there was another, simpler, and arguably more fun way to see this through.

Keeping things nice and hard, I didn’t hold back anymore, and with a few firm thrusts, I buried myself deep within her once more and came. It may not have had the force or volume of my last couple orgasms, but Fatima hardly seemed to care. As I grunted and emptied myself inside of her, she took to it rapturously, squeezing me and holding me close as I pumped every last drop into her.

Panting and dripping with sweat, I gave her a firm kiss, followed by another, softer one, before disentangling myself from her and collapsing on my back next to her.

“Holy shit…” I groaned, catching my breath and fearing I might pass out at any moment. “Holy fucking shit…”

“Thanks,” Fatima said, certainly a little worse for wear, but not nearly looking as bad off as I felt.

“How do you do it?” I asked, panting. “How are you still so… this!”

She laughed, running a hand down her side. “Long distance and marathon training does have its perks, even when it’s hell. It’s good enough for scholarships, anyway, so I won’t complain about the hell too hard. And you’ve seen what it can do for sex. I didn’t push you too hard, did I?”

Fatima ran her fingers down between her legs, fingering my dripping cum into her and moaning appreciatively.

“I’m fine,” I lied. Badly.

She smiled. It was one of those smiles so pretty and genuine that it tore at your core and made you feel the best kind of vulnerable, the kind that would make most men and probably a bunch of women do some terrible things to see it again.

“It’s a kind thing to say, but you can relax, Ryan. I’m quite satisfied,” Fatima said.

“For now,” I murmured, running a hand down to her dripping pussy and lightly touching her. “I may be dead for now, but I’ll be back in no time.”

“I know…” she purred. “It’s one of your many, many charms that has me jealous that Josie got her claws into you first. Though I am happy my energy certainly hasn’t found a way of making you jump through that window and run for the hills.”

“Where would I run to? This is my place,” I said.

“Ah, so you’ve caught on to my plan to trap you here,” Fatima said, rolling over onto me playfully and kissing me. It was a sweet, fun kind of kiss, slow and lazy while still promising more of the dirty fun that we’d been up to this afternoon.

“And here I was, actually thinking that you wanted to come over and study,” I said.

“Nope,” Fatima said, crawling down my body and trailing kisses down my chest. “Just part of my cunning plan to get you in the sack and get you to make me cum a whole lot of times. It’s worked out pretty well, actually.”

“So, you’re saying you don’t want to study?” I asked.

She stopped at one of my nipples, gently nibbling and licking it before saying, “Actually, when we’re all fucked out, I could use some time to go over some of my history notes if you don’t mind? I’ve got a test coming up for Mr. Beaumont’s class, and I want to make sure I’ve got all my I’s crossed and T’s dotted.”

Fatima looked at me mischievously, seeing if she could get a rise out of me.

I didn’t take the bait.

“I’ll be glad to go over them with youuuuUUUUUUU!” I exclaimed, my voice getting distinctly high as Fatima started eagerly sucking on my nipple. One of her hands found my cock and started slowly stroking me, bringing it back to life.

Letting my nipple pop from her mouth, she cheerfully replied, “Thanks!”

“No problem,” I said, encouraging her to continue her trip south, something Fatima was all too happy to do as she continued kissing and licking down my stomach.

“Josie’s mentioned that you’re going on something of a double date soon? With Tori?” Fatima said, as if she wasn’t slowly kissing her way down toward my cock.

“Yeah, but there’s gonna be five of us, so I don’t know if double date is the right term,” I said.

“Modern dating problems,” she replied, kissing her way closer to my cock. “But since there’s two couples, or a couple Türkçe Altyazılı Porno and a throuple in this case, I think it’s still a double date. How do you feel about it?”

This was something I was still trying to wrap my head around, and if Josie and Fatima weren’t such good friends, I might have been more hesitant to answer her.

I said, “Excited. Scared, but excited. I haven’t done anything socially with Tori since we had our falling out, so… it feels like there’s a lot of pressure on this. I know there isn’t, really, but it feels like there might be. I’m probably overthinking it.”

“Probably,” Fatima said, stroking my half-hard cock playfully. “But it doesn’t hurt to be safe, especially when a situation is so uncertain. I know that’s how Josie is playing it.”

This got my attention. Josie and I talked about everything, but it struck me as likely that she’d talk to Fatima, one of her best and oldest friends, even more.

“Josie’s playing it safe?” I asked. That didn’t sound like Josie, someone I knew to be quite eager for any form of confrontation.

Fatima stopped stroking me and looked a little embarrassed, almost as if she’d been caught sharing secrets. “Now you didn’t hear this from me…”

“I promise,” I said.

“Good,” she replied, going back to stroking me. “The girl loves you, so she’s completely and utterly on your side, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t feeling some conflict in all of this. Her and Tori go back a fair ways, traveling in the same circles even before their time in the Puma Press. I know they’ve gotten high together, even fooled around a little, and before everything fell apart with you and Tori, those two were might even have been friends. It was a strange time for Josie, being on your side while things were bad with Tori, but now that things are back on, I think she’s playing it cautious. Still holding on to some of that lingering anger from your estrangement, sure, but also wanting to make things work because you want to make things work… and, honestly, because *she* wants it to work, too.”

Well, shit. There was a lot more riding on the success of this double date than I’d originally expected. It wasn’t just reconnecting, now it was trying to make sure things were going to be okay with Tori and Josie, while Brooke, and Tori’s girlfriend, April, were stuck along for the ride.

“That’s intense…” I admitted, looking down at Fatima a little nervously.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to break the moment,” she said, kissing the side of my half-hard cock. “I think I can bring you right back in the moment, if you’re up for another round, that is.”

I smirked. “I could be, if you can get me hard again.”

She looked at me as if that were the stupidest thing I’d ever said. “So that’s how it’s gonna be?”

“…yes?” I said, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“Well,” Fatima sighed. “If you need help getting hard, I can certainly help you there…”

With that, two things happened very quickly.

First, was Fatima pretty much inhaling my cock.

Second, was Fatima Hassan burying one of her fingers up my ass.

So, yeah, it turned out she was pretty fucking good at getting me hard in a hurry, and that I was not nearly close enough to being done with Fatima yet, not by a long shot.

***

Whenever I was asked about the Blair Valley Shopping Center, I’d call it “most of a mall”, if I was in a charitable mood. If it weren’t for its quality food court and decent movie theater, I wouldn’t have even gone that far. Only half of its stores were filled, with “coming soon” signs in empty storefronts that had been there for years, inconsistent background music, and temporary kiosks in the middle of its main boulevards that looked to be of highly debatable legality. Nonetheless, with few exciting places to go for a relatively neutral double date in Regan Hills (and even fewer in the neighboring town of our dreaded football rivals, Blair Valley), to the Blair Valley Shopping Center we went.

So, while the five of us walked one of the barely populated halls and munched on Dippin’ Dots, we chatted and got reacquainted with one another, trying to forge a new friendly understanding of how things were going to be.

Of course, there were bound to be some growing pains in this new arrangement.

“So, you’re saying you’ve never ever ever had dick, like, not ever?” Brooke King asked. My petite blonde girlfriend, dressed in a tight pink t-shirt that showed plenty of midriff, and a similarly matching short, pink plaid skirt that barely hid her ass, looked positively surprised.

“Not ever,” April Martel answered her. The mousy blonde band geek with the wavy, shoulder length hair and the casual floral dress looked a lot more put together than the last time I’d seen her, speaking more freely and more sure of herself (something a friendship or romance with Tori was going to bring out sooner or later). And, by the looks of the rainbow flag pin she’d pinned just above the left Brazzers breast of her dress, she’d finally come out of the closet, which was pretty fucking awesome for her.

“That’s just… kinda wow,” Brooke said.

“I’m sorry, just never really had any interest,” April answered, shrugging and looking to me. “I mean, no offense to the one guy here; I know you’re nice and you’ve got it all going on down there, but I don’t see the appeal. I love girls, and all the anatomy that comes with, and that’s that.”

Brooke replied quickly and apologetically. “Oh, I didn’t mean to sound, like, insensitive or nothin’; love is love, be out and proud and all that, and, you totally won’t hear me complaining about more dick to go around for me and, also, like, lesbians fucking rule, and it would be so convenient not to have to deal with the shit guys do sometimes, like my friend Riley who’s been all heartbroken ’cause her, like, asshole boyfriend ditched her before V-Day, and now she’s just crying on my other friend Kitty all the time who doesn’t know what to do and… where was I? Oh, yeah, right! It’s just, like, I hadn’t put a lot of thought to how many completely gay girls there might be around school. I mean, you look around our class and I totally thought, like, all of the girls around here were totally porno-bi.”

“A lot of them are. A seriously disproportionate amount of them, honestly. Which I think is fucking great, honestly,” Tori McNeil answered, strolling along with great amusement at where the conversation had gone. Dressed in her customary overalls and tie-dyed shirt, her flaming red curls draped around her shoulders, she smiled broadly and looked every bit like the friend I remembered, like all of this was so easy for her to fall back into.

“More of the guys swing that way, too, than you’d think,” Tori said mischievously. “Everyone just playing it every which way all over the place, screwing whoever they want… it’s really made this year a lot of fun.”

Turning to face her girlfriend, Tori added, “This was all before I found you, of course…”

“Of course,” April said, smiling and leaning in to kiss Tori. “Well, I’m happy I’ve got you. You’re all I need.”

“Wait until you’ve had your first all-girl threesome, then let’s talk,” Josie Wong said. My goth princess girlfriend, with her pale skin, choppy black hair, black lipstick, piercings and tattoos looked the definite outlier of the five of us. Wearing her usual long black coat over a barely-there dark tank top and short shorts, she had been on her cautious, best behavior for much of the date so far, but was still making the occasional wry observation like this.

Brooke’s eyes went wide as she said, excited, “Yes! Ah, threesomes are totally the fucking best! And Tori’s, like, really, really super good at them, too! Though I guess what we had at Homecoming was totally a foursome, but there were only three of us girls there and we had some fun together too…”

April looked a little surprised at this revelation, but not *that* surprised.

Looking at her girlfriend, Tori added, “Hey, if you ever want one, I’m totally down for it… but nothing that would ever make you uncomfortable. We do this at your pace.”

April smiled. “Thanks.”

“Threesomes are the fucking best, though,” Tori said.

“Totally,” Brooke agreed.

“They’ve got their charms,” Josie added, smiling at me playfully.

“So long as you got some good partners for it,” I said, smiling and wrapping my arms around Josie and Brooke’s shoulders.

“You three are so cute,” April said, grinning.

“We make it work,” Brooke answered.

“Totally,” Josie and I replied in unison, getting laughs from the others.

“Admit it, babe, if you had to go for a guy, Ryan would be a good choice,” Tori teased.

April looked me over with a critical eye, but with great skepticism. “Again, I feel like I need to say ‘no offense’ here, but I’ll take your word for it.”

Josie laughed. “More for us, then.”

“Hell yeah!” Brooke replied, reaching over to high-five Josie.

Tori leaned over to kiss April. “You know I’m just teasing, right? I love having you all to myself.”

“Good to know,” April replied, grinning confidently and playfully grabbing Tori’s ass.

Brooke squealed, darting out from under my arm as we passed by an overstuffed-looking, cheap jewelry store, the kind of store where middle school girls would usually get their ears pierced for the time. “Ooh! I, like, gotta run in here! I got an employee from here fired once when he tried to take an upskirt of me after I nearly fell in that sinkhole that opened up in the parking lot outside the Red Robin, and, like, now the lady who owns the place feels so bad she lets me buy earrings by the pound for crazy low prices. Cheap earrings on me, ladies!”

Josie looked skeptical, but said, “Not exactly my style, but I’ll take a look. Tori?”

It was far from Tori’s style as well, but it looked like she and Josie were trying to make good with each other, so she said, “Yeah, sure, let’s see what they have. April?”

April looked from Tori to me, then said, “If it’s alright with you, I think I’ll hang out here with Ryan? Haven’t gotten my ears pierced yet, and I don’t think I’m gonna do it today.”

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“Can I? Please? Please Please PLEASE?”

She was doing a very good imitation of a six-year-old, but it was all in fun. I had to admit, I had brought it on myself when I crossed the line between being an incorrigible flirt and an indelicate one. A few months ago, she and I had met to go for a walk and a bite to eat, and I had shown her a picture of myself I had taken with my cell phone. She had been shy, at first, and refused to look at it while I was in the room. After our walk, we had shared a bottle of wine and gone out to dinner. On the taxi ride home, while we cuddled and I kissed and licked her ears and her neck, we looked at the photo together. She told me that she doesn’t usually find such things attractive, but mine looked quite nice. I thought this a wonderful compliment! And she reinforced it by surprising me with a nice, very forceful, wet kiss on the elevator ride back up to my place to get her purse. This was like nothing I had ever experienced before; I have had my share of lovers, but their kisses were always quite demur. None of them had ever taken charge like this; it was nice to be on the receiving end of so much passion!

She came inside for a few minutes so we could say good-bye in privacy; it might be quite some time before our paths crossed again. We sat together, on the sofa, and traded a few more kisses. Suddenly, she had stood up, as if dragging herself away; I suppose she was thinking about her long drive home, but I like to imagine she was on the verge of ripping off my clothes and kissing me in even more sensitive places. Or perhaps she felt too close to being tempted by my playful suggestion that we should take turns licking each others’ breasts. I am, or try to be, a gentleman, and would do nothing to prevent her leaving. We walked out to the hall together, and she picked up her purse. I asked her to shut her eyes, since I had one more surprise for her. I am not sure what she must have thought I had planned, given the picture I had surprised her with – perhaps that, when she opened them again, I would be standing naked before her. That, however, would definitely have been ungentlemanly. Instead, I got down on my hands and knees, and kissed her calf. She giggled with delight, or perhaps because it tickled. I walked her down to her car, made sure she escaped from the underground parking garage safely, and came back upstairs.

Eight months had passed; it was now late fall. She had called me mid-morning on Saturday, telling me she was downtown, unencumbered, and asking me if I was free for a bit. I was, more-or-less. I was cleaning my new condominium; I had just been granted occupancy two days earlier, and it was a mess. There was construction dust everywhere. I had the time Hd Porno to take care of it now, so there I was, in a suite overlooking the city skyline, in my underwear and wearing knee pads, cleaning the engineered hardwood floors with a rag. Once I told her what I was wearing and doing, she absolutely insisted on coming to visit me. It would have been ungentlemanly to say no!

She got there about ten minutes later, and walked right past the front desk – since the upper levels of the building are still under construction, the concierge cum security guard sometimes leaves his desk to go on patrol. There was a knock on the door. I had put my jeans and T-shirt back on; no sense in teasing her unduly, or giving the neighbours a site they might not want to see.

“Aw! You got dressed.”

She was making a joke of it, but sounded genuinely disappointed. I smiled. I couldn’t resist setting her up for a chance to say something flirtatious.

“Haven’t you seen enough of me?”

She giggled.

“No, not in the flesh… And that was a long time ago. Do you have another picture to show me?”

“Actually, I don’t. But I can always take one if the need arises.”

“I have to see it!”

I smiled, I knew what she meant by “it.”

It was here that she started with the “pleases.”.

“You know, I thought about putting my camera on a tripod and taking a movie of me pleasuring myself, up close and personal, to send to you.”

She grinned, broadly.

“You should have – I would have loved it! But today, I’ll settle for a still picture.”

I thought about it for a few seconds. I am, it had become clear, an exhibitionist, but there might be a way to have even more fun with this.

“Well, I guess I can take a picture for you to review.”

I paused for a few seconds.

“If, that is, you are willing to pay the price.”

Surprise flashed across her face – she knew I wanted to show her what I had, and was a little bit vexed that I was playing games with her.

“Price? What price?”

“Well, the last time I showed you a picture it was an act of selfishness – something I wanted to do. You gave me an unexpected reward – it was, if memory serves, a passionate, and oh-so-tasty, kiss. Today, though, you asked for it. And I’m afraid you’ll have to pay up front.”

I was sure she would be willing. This could become very interesting, since she was also very imaginative, passionate, and loving.

She smiled a sly, catlike smile. I could almost see her mind working as she went through the possibilities open to her.

“Is anything off the table?”

She was testing me, but I didn’t want to commit to anything yet.

“I’ll give any offer due consideration.”

She Türkçe Altyazılı Porno humphed.

“Let’s make it even more interesting. If you come up with something I really like, you can take the picture.”

Her grin grew bigger; she was clearly pleased by the idea that she could see me literally in the flesh. I paused for a few seconds, then decided to drop my final bombshell.

“With your own camera.”

She laughed out loud.

“Really?”

“Sure!”

I must say I liked the idea too.

“Why don’t I give you a little time to think something up?”

I put the knee pads back on, over my jeans this time, and went back to cleaning the floors. I knew I was relatively fit, and that she was sure to find the sight of me on my knees in tight black jeans very distracting. I positioned myself a few feet on front of her, facing directly away from her. After dipping the rag in the water and swabbing up some of the dust, I looked back at her. She was staring at me.

“How do you like the view?” I asked.

“You? Or the city?”

“Both.”

“Fantastic. I wouldn’t want to miss either of them!”

I continued wiping the dust off the floor; my jeans were starting to itch, and I was getting hot. There was a reason I had been doing this in a state of undress.

“I’m thirsty. Can I offer you a drink?”

“Sure; what have you got?”

I went over to one of the cupboards and pulled out a bottle of Chianti and a pair of disposable wine glasses. I opened it, silently, and poured us each a generous drink.

“Bottoms up!”

I handed her the glass, and we each took a sip.

“Any ideas?”

“Oh yes!”

I looked at her and smiled.

“Such as?”

“Some things are better demonstrated than discussed.”

There was no arguing with that. She was already stepping toward me. As she reached me, she turned so she was facing away from me. She took another half-step towards me, so we were touching, and swayed her body back and forth across my front. It was an unexpectedly enjoyable experience, but I knew she wasn’t done yet. She was having too much fun.

She circled around me, always facing the same direction. She stopped when she was behind me. I could feel her as she held entire body against me. Then I felt her hands slip around my waist and slide up my front. Very gently, she caressed my nipples through my shirt. It had been a long time since anyone had paid this kind of attention to me. It was wonderful. Her touch was feather light and teasing, playful and gentle, but it was no accident that she was inflaming my passion!

I breathed out, very slowly, and in again. I sighed.

“You Brazzers like that, do you?”

“Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

My voice was weakening from the distraction. I had no idea that my mind could be so easily focused on a touch. She drew all her fingers together, and, pinching me, pulled them away. After the pleasure that had been flowing through, the pain was a bit of a jolt, but not unpleasant, not at all. She did it again, and a third time, and then resumed her gentle rubbing. I could hardly bear the primal feelings she was stirring up in me, but I kept silent. I did not want her to know how I felt.

She cupped the outside of my breasts with her hands, and gently flicked the tips of my nipples with her thumb through my shirt. This was a whole new feeling. I shivered.

“I guess it’s time for phase two.”

“There’s a phase two?” I asked, incredulous.

In answer, she slid her hands down my body and over my pants. She pushed them against me and traced out my shape. Then she rubbed them against me with quick short strokes. The denim of my pants was thick, however, and I could tell neither of us was getting much out of this. Fortunately, she had the perfect solution. She moved her hands upward slightly, and quite deftly undid my belt, my pants, and my zipper, and pushed my pants down. I stepped out of them.

“Ah, that’s better.”

It certainly was. She rubbed against me, through my briefs, encircling me through the loose material and letting her fingers play up and down the length of my manhood. After the foreplay with my nipples, I wasn’t sure how much of this I could take before I turned on her and took her for myself, but I promised myself to try to show a little self-control. Her enthusiasm was both touching and very exciting, and it would have been a shame to make her stop. She was also very good at what she was doing! It was, somehow, made even more erotic by the layer of cloth separating my skin from hers. I sighed as she forced me closer to the edge. I didn’t want to go that far, not here, and not like this.

“Okay, Miss Rho, I think that will pay for a picture or two.”

She laughed.

“And if I don’t stop?”

“Let’s just say we’ll be getting into a sticky situation. One which will not photograph at all well.”

“Ah. I see your point. I’m not done with you, not by any means. But I’m ready for your close-up, Mr DeMille.”

“Hah! You’ve been ready for my close-up for a long time! Where do you want me?”

She giggled.

“For the picture, I mean. You’re only allowed four, by the way, and there can’t be anything to identify either me or the location.”

“Only four?”

“You can only keep four. You can keep take as many as you like until you have four you like.”

“Great.”

She was having too much fun already. She took pictures of me in every position imaginable: sprawled on my back and my side, spreadeagled, standing, kneeling, even of me pleasuring myself. Some of them were quite artistic. I let her keep six of them.

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Author’s note:

First, I’d just like to say how tremendously thankful I am to all of the folks who have taken the time to read my silly stories and give me feedback. After all of the craziness of the last few years, I’m so grateful to have the support of strangers all over, and encouragement to continue improving and relaying to you the crazy cavalcade of characters that get stuck in my head. Thank you!

For the ones who follow my goofiness, I’ll return to finishing Kayla’s story soon. Her tale gets a little dark, so I needed to work on something a little lighter and more focused on multiple characters. For those who enjoyed, “The Second Place Sister” this one is for you. Love, emotion, character focus, and of course, hot and horny teenage girls. There is what you might call “light” incest, so if that sort of thing offends you, you may want to look elsewhere. Still, it’s mild enough that I believe anyone that enjoys the way I write my filthy sex scenes can enjoy it.

All of my stories are set in the same world, and they’re all leading up to the conclusion of Tori and Stephanie’s tale, so for everyone who keeps asking about them, it is coming. I just want to do it justice, and do it well. You all have my eternal gratitude.

Synopsis:

Dave Marrin leads the simple life of a 12-year widower. He codes. He runs. He sneaks in some porn. He’s spent over a decade putting aside his own desires, and trying to be a good example for his 19-year old daughter, Casey. In addition to raising his daughter, he’s been the father figure for her best friend, Erin, the product of a drunken mother and absent father.

Casey and Erin, though, are utterly obsessed by everything dirty and debauched. They’ve become two of the most filthy-minded virgins who have ever lived. Now, Erin has her sights set on Casey’s handsome father. He’s going to be her first, and if he’s reluctant, he’s just going to have to be convinced.

The effect of Erin’s plan for Dave’s little family will set the three of them on a path of unexpected self-discovery. In a world where the whole of history is about to be set on a new course, Erin, Casey, and Dave will learn that finding real love can come from the most unexpected of places, when you live life like a porno.

Chapter One: Erin’s Helping Hands

Erin twisted her best friend’s nipples in her limber fingers, sighing at the jolt of warmth that it caused in her teenage twat when Casey responded with a delicious groan. Erin lay back against the big headboard of Casey’s bed, her hands encircling her best friend’s nude body. She could feel the aroused heat of Casey’s excited pussy as the gentle hum of the vibrating toy she held against her friend’s cunt overlaid the sloppy sounds of sucking from the porno on the big wall-mounted TV.

“Fuck,” Erin hissed in Casey’s ear, tweaking her horny friend’s nipple again, “just look at that little slut get her mouth used by that big dick. She loves it, doesn’t she?”

“Yes!” Casey panted, her eyes glued to the screen.

The man on the TV had a fistful of a teenage brunette’s curly hair. His big, eager penis pummeled the girl’s mouth over and over, stuffing it so full of cockmeat that the girl’s face was now a mess of spit as she struggled to keep up

“Who is that, Casey? Who is that slut getting her face used like a cocksleeve?”

Casey’s body trembled and shuddered as the vibrations in her pussy pushed her close to an orgasm, then she said, “It’s me!”

It wasn’t actually her, she knew. She’d never even had a cock in her hand, let alone her mouth. Rather, this was a clever deepfake video that Erin had put together for one of their frequent masturbation marathons. Her best friend was amazing at these things. Computers. Video. She’d started her computer science degree this week. Casey was addicted to this experience they had together, and after Erin had begun doing these edits, swapping Casey’s face in place of the porn sluts on the videos, her fascination had only grown. Masturbating alone, without Erin’s constant seductive prattle in her ears was never the same.

“That’s so fucking sexy, baby,” Erin said, “It makes my pussy so hot to watch that big-dicked older guy fuck your mouth. It feels so good to be a cocksucker, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” Casey breathed, her pelvis jerking as she came against the vibrator.

“Fuck yeah! Cum for me, slut!” Erin hissed, “You’re so fucking hot when you cum!”

Casey shook, her own hands cupping her breasts as she rode out her orgasm. Erin pulled the vibrator away, replaced it with a thick, pink rabbit, and began to slide the new toy into her friend’s willing cunt. Casey groaned with pleasure, arching her back, mashing into her naked friend’s big tits. God! She loved this! Erin knew just how to push her buttons, and make her cum her brains out. Casey turned her watering eyes back to the screen as the horny man pulled his quivering shaft from the girl’s mouth and unloaded shot after shot of thick jizz onto the teen’s face. Onto her face. Casey’s legs quaked at the bewildered Porno look on her own face on the TV. For what seemed like minutes, the man coated her face in sticky seed, then slapped his thick log against her lips, spattering the cum across the dazed dick sucker’s face.

The scene faded away, replaced by yet another in the same vein. There she was, her curly brown hair hanging sexily over her face as she gently bobbed her mouth up and down on a black guy’s throbbing manhood. Each of the videos so far, and the ones still to come, were the same theme. This was always how Erin did it. The whole week would be a single filthy theme. This week it was facefucking. She’d lost track of how many times she’d watch her own face get hammered and used by white cocks, black cocks, Asian cocks, Hispanic cocks, two cocks, four cocks. She’d watched herself take dozens, if not hundreds of loads on her face, in her mouth, on her tits. And it was only Wednesday.

“You love black dicks, don’t you Casey?” Erin asked.

“Yes! I love sucking black cocks!” Casey squealed as the rabbit slid further into her welcoming hole.

“You love all kinds of dicks, don’t you?”

“I love dicks…”

“What’s going to happen this weekend, Casey?”

“I’m…I’m going to suck cock…”

“That’s right!” Erin agreed, “You’re going to suck your first real cock.”

Casey’s’ tummy did a little somersault at the feeling of anticipation. She was afraid, but her excitement at the idea of a real penis in her mouth overrode any other feeling.

“I’ve found a nice boy who can’t wait to stick his cock into your mouth.” Erin said.

“Oooh, fuck!” Casey came on the toy in her cunt as Erin tugged at her nipples.

“He can’t wait to cover your pretty face in cum! You’ll love that, won’t you?”

“Soooo much!”

Erin couldn’t wait for it either. Ever since they’d begun exploring with one another, Erin had just found the idea of her best friend acting like a cockwhore so appealing. Her pussy felt so warm and tingly whenever she saw the way Casey’s face screwed up in orgasm. The way her eyelids fluttered, and her body trembled. The way she spread her legs eagerly and her pussy gushed. The sound of her moans, the pitch of her voice. All of it was profoundly exciting. Then, there was the feeling of power that was a total aphrodisiac. Casey was so pliable and submissive when she was aroused, almost like having her own personal sexdoll. No matter how filthy or perverted the porn she put Casey into, her friend came from it. The fact that she was going to watch Casey suck her first cock this weekend was…well, she hadn’t stopped thinking about it every waking moment.

“Can you cum for me again?” Erin asked, working the rabbit in and out of Casey’s squishing pussy.

On the TV, the poor girl’s head was now firmly held between a pair of large black hands, and the man was driving his stiff prick into the struggling slut’s mouth. Drool leaked out and she sputtered as he used her suckhole.

“Look at that big cock filling up your mouth,” Erin whispered, “I’ll bet your pussy is going to cum really hard for me this time, isn’t it?

Casey agreed as she bucked against the toy and came again.

Chapter Two: Dave’s Dilemma

Dave tapped his keyboard, his brain on auto-pilot as lines of code spilled out onto his screen. In the background, the radio news droned on about some faceless mega corporation’s efforts to lobby congress for the new “Male Rights” bill. Dave hardly paid attention. It was just noise while he worked. His new project had been smooth sailing all day. The bulk of the work had been completed over the last few months. Now, it was just tidying up before he really started to debug the thing.

His head snapped up at the sound of the front door opening, shutting, and then a moment later Erin poked her little blonde head around the corner into the living room.

“Hey, dad!” She called cheerfully.

Dave smiled, as he always did at that. Erin was like a daughter to him. Hell, she’d been around for so long with his real daughter that she was basically family. She even had her own key. He’d always felt like a father figure to her, since she didn’t have a dad of her own. What could make a man abandon his own daughter, he wondered. It was something he’d never understood.

“Hey, you,” he replied, lacing his hands and cracking his knuckles with a stretch, “Casey’s still in class for another couple hours.”

“Yeah, I know,” Erin said, stepping into the room, “I was just bored. Thought I’d come hang out and wait. You don’t mind?”

“Of course not. It’s your home, too.”

His eyes roved over his daughter’s best friend, admiring how she’d grown up. Erin was half a head taller than his daughter. She fixed him with her icy blue eyes and flashed a crooked smile, her hands resting on her hips. Her tummy was bare beneath her tight tank top, and he caught the glint of the light on her navel ring. The same one as Casey. Those two really did do everything together. Though he Altyazılı Porno tried not to, it was difficult to stop his eyes from wandering the rest of the way down her jean-encased hips and long legs. Being a single dad was tough business.

Erin plopped down on the couch next to him and peered at his screen.

“That recursive string there is going to cause you a problem in production.” She said, stabbing her painted nail at a line of his code.

He blinked and looked at what he’d written, and corrected it

“Thanks!” He said.

She beamed.

“Not just any ol’ dumb blonde!” She said, and slapped his arm.

“Never doubted it!”

He shut the laptop.

“So, how are your classes?”

“I think I’ll be able to C# my way through them.” She quipped, making Dave chuckle.

“Good to see you React positively to new situations!” He countered, and she laughed at their shared, nerdy humor.

“Silly nerd,” She said, sinking onto the sofa and laying across his lap, staring up at him.

Dave sucked in a breath as he looked down into those endless blue pools, his eyes flicking across her body. She smiled crookedly. God, she was gorgeous. When did that happen?

“Just an old monkey,” he stammered, clearing his throat nervously.

“You’re not old!” Erin cried, slapping his chest, “You’re experienced. Distinguished. The perfect catch!”

“Um…thanks.”

“Seriously. I gotta snap you up for myself before someone else finds out how awesome you are.”

Dave snorted, “Oh please. You’ll snag some brainy tech start-up kid in college, and then he’ll realize you’re smarter than he is. You’ll become a Silicon Valley billionaire, and forget all about ol’ Dave that taught you Basic.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Erin said, seriously, “You’re, like, the best dad I’ve ever had. And there’s a lot more you can still teach me.”

Dave wasn’t sure if that was innuendo, but looking at the bombshell blonde draped over his lap, his mind ran unbidden to thoughts of what he could teach her. Fuck! He needed to get out more.

“I, um, gotta get something to drink,” he said, to extricate himself from the situation. His traitorous manhood was beginning to get the better of him, “You want something?”

Erin slid to the floor on her knees and said, “I sure do!”

Dave flushed and stood up, bringing his crotch just inches from her face. Sensing his unease, and deciding she’d pushed far enough, Erin leapt to her feet and said, “Gin and Tonic! And a round for all of my friends, barkeep!” She swept her arms across the empty room.

Dave rolled his eyes.

“How old are you, again?”

“Old enough for a lot of things!” She pouted, hands behind her back as she shuffled her feet cutely.

“Not for Gin and Tonic.”

“Gatorade?”

“That I can do.”

He walked into the kitchen with Erin on his heels, and made his way to the fridge, where he pulled out the drinks. When he turned around, Erin was bent over the kitchen island, tapping at her phone, legs slightly spread, her ample butt on display in her tight jeans. Those thoughts flashed back through his mind, making him shake his head as though that would clear them away. He walked around to the other side of the island and set down her Gatorade, then leaned back against the counter, far away from Erin. Unfortunately, now he could see the swelling tops of her enticing young breasts down the front of her shirt. She seemed to pay him no mind as she tapped away at her phone.

“Thanks!” She said, not looking up at him as she tapped.

“I think I’m gonna go have a shower,” he proclaimed, “make yourself at home.”

Erin put the phone down, saying, “Ok. I’ll be in Casey’s room. She knows I’m here. Oh, and if you have time after the shower, I’d like to show you a little project I’ve been working on. Get your opinion?”

“Sure.” Dave agreed, “I’ll be in soon.”

A few minutes later, he was furiously masturbating in the hot spray of the shower, the image of those deep blue eyes and flirty smile fixed in his imagination.

Chapter 3: Flick-Talk

Dressed in a pair of baggy joggers, Dave knocked on Casey’s half-open door. Erin called him in, and Dave found her seated at Casey’s desk in front of her computer. She swiveled the chair around to grin at him, and he noticed that her jeans were gone. She was down to just a pair of lacey pink panties and her tank top. Despite having just blown a huge load in the shower, he felt a twitch in his pants, and gave himself a mental attaboy for his decision to wear something baggy. Still, the sight of those lean, perfect legs made him swallow a lump in his throat.

“You…seem to have lost something.” He said.

“Oh, well, just getting comfortable. Tight jeans might look nice, but they’re, you know, tight.” Erin answered casually.

Dave pried his eyes from the little V hidden in those panties, cheeks flushed as Erin gave him a knowing smile. Caught.

“So, what’s this project you have?” He asked, changing the topic.

Erin Brazzers beamed with delight and asked, “Do you have your phone?”

Dave pulled it from his pocket, and offered it to Erin’s outstretched hand. She swiped it open.

“Geez, you big nerd. Not even a passcode? What kind of IT guy are you?” She chided.

“The kind that doesn’t like waiting 4 seconds to tap a code.”

“Biometrics, Dave. Join the revolution.”

“And give Big Data my fingerprints? No thanks.”

“They probably took them off that glass of water you drank 30 minutes ago. The Illuminati already has all they need on you,” She whispered secretively, “And what man takes a 30 minute shower, anyway? Have something to take care of? Are you secretly a woman, Dave? It’s ok. This is the 21st century. We can all accept the real you.”

Dave laughed, “Do you have something to show me, or did you just invite me here to make me feel old?”

“We already covered this. You’re not old. And, yes, I do have something to show you.”

While she’d been teasing him, Erin had been tapping away at his phone. She finished, and handed the device back. Dave looked at the screen. She’d installed an app called “Flick-Talk”.

“What is Flick-Talk?” He asked.

“It’s my foray into the world of app development. It’s like a mashup of Tinder and TikTok for dating, hookups, and finding friends.” She explained, obviously proud of herself.

“You built this?” Dave asked, almost as proud, himself.

“Yup. I launched the live version 3 months ago, and already have 3,000 users!”

“Erin…I’m impressed!”

“Make a profile! If anyone deserves a hot date, it’s you,”

She sprang to her feet and Dave found himself being pushed onto Casey’s bed, where he sat. Erin sat close to him–very close–peering at the screen with giddy glee.

“I hooked you up with a free premium membership,” She went on, “so you can access all the features. Just fill everything in as thoroughly as you can, so that the algorithm can start helping you find matches.”

“Premium membership? What does this cost?”

“Only $5 a month!” She exclaimed.

He did the math, and said, “So you’re pulling in $18,000 after just 3 months?”

“And getting more each day!”

“Jesus. What am I doing with my life?” Dave mused.

He started typing out basic information in the requested fields. Most of it was pretty easy. His height, weight, tapping an image for body shape, the usual things he’d done a dozen times in moments of weakness for just as many dating sites over the last decade.

“And that’s the only monetization,” Erin continued, “No microtransactions. No ads. No upsell bullshit. Just a low monthly fee. That’s the problem with these other dating sites and apps. If you want to get anywhere, you pay a bunch of money, and then they upsell you all this garbage. Like Adult Friend Finder…”

“What were you doing on Adult Friend Finder?” Dave cut her off, remembering he was supposed to be a positive male role model.

Erin rolled her eyes, “I’m 19, Dave,” she whined, “I do know about vaginas and penises. You know we have this thing called Pornhub on that new-fangled in-ter-net, right?”

“Ok. Ok. I know. You’re not a kid anymore. Jesus. It’s just, I remember taking you to Chuck-E-Cheese. You can’t blame me for forgetting that you’re an adult once in a while.”

“Well, consider this your official reminder that I am an adult, and I have an adult vagina.” She stated.

“Can we stop talking about your vagina in the same breath as Chuck-E-Cheese? Now I feel both old, and like a pervert.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a pervert,” Erin said, “Now, being old…ewww!”

Dave groaned.

“Are you finished yet? I swear, you type like a grandpa,” she teased, miming pecking keys with a shaky pointer finger, and muttering under her breath, “dagnabit!”

“I don’t see the usual ‘about me’ section anywhere,” Dave said, ignoring the jibe, “Don’t I have to write some vague, yet clever paragraph about what I’m seeking, my goals and aspirations, and all that?”

“The algorithm will write you one based on the information you entered. You’ll have the option to change it before you publish your profile,” she explained, “but don’t worry, because I’m going to write one for you!”

“You are?”

“Of course. I can’t let some code monkey write his own description if he wants to get some action. Most nerd-girls aren’t as hot as me, after all, and I don’t want you getting hooked up with some Shamu! You deserve the best.”

“You know about Shamu?”

She stared at him dumbly, “After that witty bit of dialogue, that’s your question? Way to lay on the compliments, Dave,” then she took the phone, shaking her head and muttering to herself in a mock-Dave voice, “Oh, but Erin, you’re the best, and so, so super hot. Thanks for not hooking me up with an orca.”

“But how do you know what I want?” He asked, grinning at her teasing.

“I know what you want, because you have a penis,” she explained, then paused her typing and asked, “you do have a penis, don’t you? I mean, we were just discussing how you might be a secret woman.”

“I think you were discussing that one, and can we leave my penis with your vagina in the…Um, that…did…not come out the way I intended.”

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I did my best to adjust to life without Nora after we got back from the camping trip. By the time school started back up I was ready to clear my head of thoughts of her. I went out with a bunch of girls from school. Some were dates. Some were just hookups. Everything fizzled out quickly and I never felt anything as exciting as my fling with Nora. After her, everything just kind of felt flat.

School wasn’t going that well in general. I was getting burned out in my classes and only started to realize that Engineering may not be for me when I had failed classes two semesters in a row. I was at a pretty low point. So when my buddy, Cole, suggested that I take a year off and come work with him in the mechanic shop that he ran with his dad, I was relieved to have an out. It was nice to have some sort of a plan, even if it wasn’t a particularly ambitious one.

At the time I really did think of it as a break. Just a chance to clear my head and figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Then I fell in love with it. I loved working with my hands. I felt capable under the hood of a car in a way that I never felt sitting at a desk. I really let myself relax into it. The summer turned into fall and then winter and spring and back to summer. All without a thought given to going back to school.

I fell into a bit of a rut without any plans for the future. It was just a relief to stop feeling weighed down by the past. Most days I was perfectly happy in my own little world. That’s where Nora found me when she walked back into my life one day.

I was in the shop underneath a truck when Cole walked over and kicked my boots. “Hey, there’s someone here to see you, Man,” he said.

“Who?”

“I don’t know. This girl came in and asked if you worked here. Dude, she’s gorgeous.”

I slid out from under the truck. I half-expected that Cole was fucking with me. “Who is she?”

“Hey, Grant,” I turned and found Nora walking over to us. She looked amazing. Older and somehow more beautiful than the last time I had seen her. Words formed and then died on my lips. Cole gave me another not-so-subtle kick.

“Hey, Nora,” I breathed. I found that I was unable to stop smiling.

“Grant, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner with me?” she asked.

God, yes. Of course I wanted to get dinner with her. But I couldn’t figure out what had changed. After all this time, why was she showing up at my job, looking drop-dead gorgeous, and asking me out? I got to my feet and suddenly felt self-conscious about the way I looked. I was covered in the typical sweat and grease that accumulate over the course of a day spent crawling underneath cars. I looked down at my hands, which were almost permanently stained from my line of work. “I would love to,” I told Nora, “but I should probably run home and shower and change into some decent clothes.”

Nora shook her head, “Oh, you don’t have to change for me.”

“Man, if you don’t take this young lady out to dinner, I’d be happy to,” Cole interjected. It Porno was my turn to give him a kick. Nora seemed amused. Cole was a jackass, but it was kind of endearing.

“Ok, let’s go get dinner,” I said, desperately trying to seem casual though my heart was racing. I led Nora out of the garage to my truck. I grabbed the door for her and used all of my self-control to avert my eyes from checking out her ass as she hopped up in passenger seat. I went around to my side and got in. Nora was quite a sight sitting in my truck. She always looked great in a pair of jeans, but these seemed painted on. I had no idea what to say to her now that we were alone.

I asked where she wanted to eat and she mercifully said she just wanted something casual. Of course, I wanted to take her out to a nice restaurant. Something to impress her. Something she deserved. But tonight, in my dirty, sweaty clothes I was all too happy to find somewhere a little less uptight.

I decided on an outdoor burger stand that I knew made pretty good food. I figured the picnic tables would be a perfect mix of casual and quiet for us to have a conversation. We were making small talk, catching up on each other’s lives, but it felt like we were skirting around the real issue between us. I wanted to ask her what had changed and why she was asking to grab dinner with me, but I couldn’t figure out how to turn the conversation in that direction.

Even if the conversation felt stilted as we danced around the elephant in the room, it was still so nice to be near Nora. I felt like I hadn’t stop smiling since I laid eyes on her back at the garage. Once we had our food, I led her to a table under a tree a little out of the way. We sat down on opposite sides of the table with our trays of food. I took the foil off my burger, but I wasn’t interested at all in eating. I was too high-strung; too nervous in Nora’s presence again after all this time. I looked up at her to ask her why she had come to see me. Nora was already looking at me. There was a question half-formed on her lips, too. We both let out a nervous laugh.

“What were you gonna say?” I asked her.

“No, you first,” she said, blushing.

“I’ll be honest. I have no idea what I was going to say.”

“Me either!” We both laughed.

I took a deep breath and tried to gather my courage. “Nora, it’s so nice to see you. Trust me, I’m not complaining, but why did you come see me?” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized they sounded more harsh than I meant. “That sounded awful. I’m so sorry.”

Nora looked down at her food. She was dragging a fry around her little plastic cup of ketchup, but she also didn’t show any real interest in eating. She looked back up at me and quietly asked, “Would it sound crazy if I said I missed you?”

My heart was in my throat. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Nora, I-“

“Hold on, Grant,” she cut me off, “let me finish or I’ll never be able to say what I need to.” She turned off to the side, blinking Altyazılı Porno away tears. I grabbed a napkin off the table and handed it to her. Nora dabbed her eyes with the napkin and gathered herself. “Ok, I wanted to see you because I have something to ask you.”

“Ok,” I said. I felt like I couldn’t breathe while I waited for her to find the words to say what she needed to say.

“I was hanging out with your sister a few days ago. Somehow we got on the topic of you and what you’ve been up to. She was telling me all about the job you have now and how you seem happy, but that you’ve had a hard time finding a girlfriend.”

“You guys sit around roasting my dating life?” I asked, feigning outrage.

Nora cracked a smile. “It’s not like that, Grant. Amy loves you. She just wants you to be with someone who cares about you and she’s not really a fan of the girls you’ve been bringing home.” Nora laughed and I couldn’t help but join in. “So, anyway,” Nora continued, “We were sharing a bottle of wine and I guess we were being a little more honest than we normally would. Amy made a joke about how she wished you could date me instead. She said that you deserved someone like me.”

My eyes widened.

“And, Grant, I have no idea why I said it. I was a little drunk and I just blurted out that we hooked up.”

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

“No, it’s ok!” Nora reached out a grabbed my hand. “Grant, she took it so well! She thought it was hilarious.”

“Nora, how much did you tell her about that week?”

Nora clamped her mouth shut.

“Nora!”

“Probably too much,” she winced. “Like I said, we were drunk.”

“Oh Jesus.”

“Grant, listen,” Nora’s expression got serious, “I wanted to talk to you, because I wanted to know if you’re still interested in me.”

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. I think it was relief more than anything. Nora’s face fell. “No, Nora, I’m sorry! Of course I’m still interested in you! God, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Me either!” she exclaimed, “I’ve been miserable this whole time!”

“Me too!” We both collapsed in giggles. I could feel the eyes of some of the other burger stand patrons looking at us. I looked down at the food in front of us. Neither of us had taken a bite. I had no interest in eating anything. “Nora, are you hungry?”

“Not really, no.”

“Would you want to go to my place instead?”

She had a glint in her eyes at the suggestion. She looked gorgeous. I wanted to pick her up and carry her to my truck. “I would like that a lot, Grant.”

I leapt up from the table and dumped our trays in the nearest trash can and practically ran back to her. I scooped her up and spun her around in my arms, both of us laughing. I kissed her and I felt my heart swell two or three sizes. I loved the way she smelled and the way she looked and the way she laughed. I finally had Nora back in my arms and I had no intention of letting her go again.

I set Nora back on the ground Brazzers and reached for her hand. We walked back to my truck practically glowing.

When we got to my apartment, I felt a pang of self-consciousness that I hadn’t had an opportunity to clean up and light some candles. Still, I was thankful that it was relatively clean. It could have been a lot worse, that’s for sure. I let us inside and as soon as I had the door closed Nora was pulling me down to her lips. I felt like I had forgotten how to breathe. We stumbled through the apartment, unable to keep our hands off each other.

As much as I didn’t want to, I pulled her away for a second. “Nora, I should probably take a shower and change my clothes. I-“

She put a finger to my lips. “Grant,” she whispered, “if you don’t take me to your bed right this second I’ll never forgive you.” I needed no more encouragement. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I wasted no time carrying her to my bed. With Nora in my arms, I sat down on the edge of the bed so that she was on my lap. Nora slid off me and pulled my t-shirt over my head. She pushed me back on the bed and began undoing my belt. I was more than happy to lean back and watch, drinking in the sight of her.

Nora took a step back and peeled her top off, giving me a little show.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, dropping it to the floor. I couldn’t wait any longer. Nora squealed as I pulled her down onto the bed with me. “You’re taking too long,” I told her. I unbuttoned her pants and tore them off her legs. Her panties came off next. To say that I was ravenous would be selling it short. I pulled my pants off and climbed over her on the bed. I’ll never forget the way that she was looking up at me. I could have died right then and there. Her eyes stopped me in my tracks. I was lost in them; lost in the moment. I somehow had Nora naked in my bed. She was looking into my eyes, desperate to have me.

I leaned down and kissed her lips, tasting her. I slid my cock inside her pussy. Nora gasped as I entered her. I found it difficult to remember that I needed to breathe. She was looking up at me and all I could think was, Holy Shit, I think she’s in love with me. Then I thrust inside her and she pulled me down for a kiss and stuck her tongue in my mouth and I realized I was probably in love with her too.

We took things very slow that night. We couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies. My long, slow thrusts got harder and harder as I felt myself getting closer. Nora was not shy about the noise she was making. She was calling out my name loud enough to wake the neighbors. She must have known I was getting close, because she leaned up and whispered in my ear.

“Come inside me, Grant,” she said.

That pushed me over the edge. I filled her up with my cum. Afterwards, we both stared at each other while we tried to catch our breath. I rolled off her and collapsed on the bed next to her. Nora snuggled up next to me. She ran her fingers through my chest hair.

“I missed you, Nora,” I whispered.

“I missed you too,” she said, resting her head on my chest.

“I really should take a shower,” I laughed.

“Only if I can join you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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This is a continuation of Becoming Hers Pt. 01. In the first part, Steven, a young “master of the universe,” fall heavily for Sally.

Chapter 8

Since my invitation was spur of the moment I first had to contend with the fact that I had no food at my place. At least none that I would dare to serve her. And my place was a mess.

I ran first to the grocery store to pick up things for dinner. Although I usually do not have much time to cook, I’ve always enjoyed it and have been good at it. Standing in the aisles I settled on a menu with an Italian theme. We would start out with artichokes, followed by a salad. Then some pasta with pesto and a small piece of sole. We would end with fruit, coffee, and, well, who knows….

It was 4 PM and I invited her for 6:30. I returned to my place with the groceries and saw that my place actually needed far more cleaning up than I originally imagined. I began the artichokes and quickly began straightening and cleaning. I even wiped down the bathroom (which, truth be told, really should have been done a month ago) and changed my sheets. Dinner was easy (I had bought prepared pesto) so I just had to prepare the sole so I could pop it into the oven and get a pot of salted water boiling for the pasta. I whipped up a sauce for the artichokes and took a shower. I shaved and decided to wear fairly new jeans and a white shirt that stretched just a little over my muscular chest. A black belt and black slip ons. A spritz of a musky aftershave. And some mouthwash.

My apartment was cozy and furnished sparsely. While it was not technically I student apartment it looked a lot like one and I never bothered to make it homey. It had a small bedroom, a bathroom with a stall shower, and a single open living area. At one end was the kitchen and at the other I set up a living room set with a sofa and armchair perpendicular to each other. There was a lamp and a couple of coffee tables. A female friend who visited once told me that it reminded her of a hotel, or the apartment of the George Cloony character in Up and Away. Anyway, it was all I had to work with tonight. It’s saving grace, and it was a big one, was the view. There were large windows looking out over the Hudson and New Jersey beyond.

A small dining table stood between the kitchen and living areas. I did not own a tablecloth but I was able to dig out some candles. I set the table with matching dishes, a feat for which I complimented myself. I told Alexa to put on some mellow jazz.

As usual, Sally was punctual. I buzzed her into my building and a minute later she was in my apartment. I was unsure whether I should kiss her hello but as I was deciding she leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She had on a white skirt and a tight green blouse, accentuating her curves in all the right ways. She looked great, and she seemed happy.

“You do this often? Make dinner for women you just met?” she teased.

A few snappy comebacks went quickly through my mind. But what I really wanted to do, and what I did, was to tell her the simple truth.

“Actually, no. Never. I just really wanted to see you and to do something special for you.”

She took that in for a moment. I offered her a glass of white wine, which she took.

As I mentioned, the best feature of my otherwise sterile, small apartment was the view. I lived on the 23rd floor and I had two windows in my living room with a great view of the Hudson River and New Jersey on the other side. I figured three quarters of the outrageous amount I paid for rent was due to that view. Sally was immediately drawn to the window, her wine in her hand.

“This is a beautiful view,” she said as she looked out at the sun just beginning to set over the river. I resisted the urge to say that it was her, framed against the yellowing gauzy light streaming into the window, that was the beautiful view.

We sat on the sofa, which faced the window, and I lowered the blinds slightly to keep the sun out of our eyes. We sipped our wine and watched the sun set, chit chatting about this and that. She was upset with her roommate who left dirty dishes in the sink. An item in the news this morning about the collapse of an enormous glacier from the ice cap caught my attention. We talked about living in the City with both its great pleasures and its frustrations. I welcomed the opportunity to not talk about anything serious, but just to be.

As the sun’s orb descended out of sight we sat down to eat. I lit the candles, pulled out her seat like a gentleman, and brought the artichokes as our first course. She looked uncomfortable.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“I’ve never eaten an artichoke,” she said.

I knew that this was a critical moment. I had made her feel insecure and vulnerable and worked quickly in a matter-of-fact manner to make her more comfortable.

“Nothing to it. You just take each leaf, dip the base in the butter sauce, and use your teeth to scrape the meat off the leaf. Porno I showed her.

“Mmm. It’s good,” she said.

When we got to the heart I showed her how to remove the choke and eat what was left.

I really wasn’t thinking about this when I decided to serve the artichokes, but I found watching her eat it to be surprisingly arousing. Her sliding the leaves into her mouth and lightly scraping them with her teeth was sensuous, a sensuousness that was enhanced by the slight oily sheen from the butter on her fingers and lips. She was totally into the artichoke and I was totally into her.

We talked for the rest of the meal, this time about weightier things. I told her about my family and some of the frustrations of living within a kind of culture of emotional repression. I shared my lingering doubts about whether I really wanted to work in financial services. She told me mainly about her complex relationship with her mother.

“My mother is a remarkable woman. Her parents emigrated from Ireland to Brooklyn and were dirt poor. She was one of eight children and my grandfather, who I never knew, was rarely around and when he was around he was abusive. Like her brothers and sisters, after the eighth grade she went to work to support the family. She started doing sweatshop work but then, around the time she was eighteen, began to work as a maid.

“She met my father then. He was a sailor and was stationed at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. My mother was eighteen when she married. It was a small wedding in a church. Neither they nor their families had any money and the neighbors chipped in for a small celebratory meal after the ceremony.

“My parents moved in together and lived hand to mouth. Both worked long hours. Within the year my mother was pregnant with her first child. Six weeks after giving birth she went back to work, dropping off the baby with her mother and other siblings to watch. It was a really hard life.

“Over the years, my father did okay. He left the navy and worked for a manufacturer for a bit and then became a firefighter. He had a good union job and my parents moved out to Far Rockaway. My mother was having babies and soon stopped working. She stayed home to raise us.

“My mother poured herself into us. It was exhausting work. We were rambunctious and we were getting by on just my dad’s paycheck. At least he isn’t a drinker or gambler. She really ran the house, from the kids to the finances. She is a very strong and strong-willed person.

“She loves us all fiercely. I wonder sometimes if it isn’t simply that she just loves, generally, fiercely. Underneath, there is something that seems to be churning in her. Maybe it’s passion, or frustration. When I feel sorry about myself I sometimes think about her and wonder how she deals with a life of limitations and frustrated ambitions. What even are her ambitions?

“I am pretty sure that my father was her first, although she would rather die than talk about anything like that with me. She has now been with him about thirty years and I think that she sometimes wonder what it would be like to be with another man. She still looks good and takes care of herself and sometimes I think I catch her looking at a guy here or there, like the delivery man or men at the beach. Does she ever wonder what it would be like to be with someone else? For all I know, maybe she has taken lovers. But I doubt it.

“She loves me. I know that. And I love her. We talk every day. She wants to know what I’m doing, how I’m doing, and most importantly, who I’m seeing. She is constantly in my business, and it is sometimes suffocating. Here I am trying to make an independent life for myself — precisely because my parents didn’t want to invest in my education or keep supporting me — and she won’t let me go. Or maybe it is me who doesn’t want to let go.

“I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want to hear all of this.”

“No. I’m glad you told me and that you feel comfortable telling me. Did you speak to her today?”

“Yes.”

“Did you tell her about me?”

“Yes.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That I met a really nice guy who wanted to cook dinner for me.”

“And what did she say?”

Sally laughed.

“She said first that he must not be Irish and, second, that guys like that were rare and that I shouldn’t blow it.”

“Don’t worry.”

We sat for a moment in silence before she helped me clear the table. I brought out mangoes for dessert, which were fun and messy to eat. We turned our conversation to lighter topics.

It was dark out but the view, now of the lit-up New Jersey skyline, remained beautiful. I had made a pot of decaf coffee and we took our cups and sat on the sofa looking out of the window, the jazz still playing in the background.

“You like Springsteen?”

“Sure.”

“Alexa, play Springsteen,” I said and “Born in the U.S.A.” began to play. She was startled. I laughed.

“Pretty nifty, isn’t it? It’s an Amazon Echo that I picked Altyazılı Porno up on sale.”

We sat quietly on the sofa. I put my right arm around her and she leaned into me, her head on my shoulder. It felt so right, so comfortable. I caressed the top of her arm and softly kissed the top of her head.

The next few minutes are a blur. I don’t know whether I took the initiative or she did, but suddenly our lips were locked in an incredibly intense kiss. Her lips were moist and soft and she moaned as we kissed. Our tongues danced and explored and I could no longer control my hands from moving all over her. I wanted to make her mine.

Between kisses I peeled off her blouse. She wore a plain white bra which I quickly unclasped. Her moans got louder as I began kissing her neck and then, slowly, moving down. My fingertips were running softly over her breasts and hard nipples. She would shudder each time I traced my finger around one of her pink nipples. I couldn’t wait to pop one in my mouth and suck on it.

But I did wait, at least for a few minutes. Instead, I teased her with my tongue. I ran my tongue down one of her breasts, right over it, just skirting the nipple. I gently kissed the underside of the breast and then put my tongue over her nipple, just enough to wet it. Then I blew on it before moving to the other breast.

While I was teasing her breasts my hands were busy as well. I ran one hand up her skirt and began to run a finger up and down her slit, over her panties. Every time I got to her clit she would jolt, as if an electric current hit her, and then softly moan again as I moved my finger downwards, tracing the outline of her hole. I could feel the wetness soaking through.

She was on fire, going mad from my fingers and tongue. She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, my finger never leaving her pussy. I had stopped playing lacrosse some years before but I still maintained a solid build, with a muscular chest, good definition, and a medium amount of dark hair. The six-pack that I had in college was no longer visible, but my belly was flat and strong. I had powerful arms.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and now, pressing our chests together, kissed me deeply. I had one arm around her and with the other I moved her panties to the side and moved my finger around her opening.

“Oh my God,” she said as my finger entered her.

We spent a while like that, kissing as I fingered her. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom and laid her down on my bed. She looked at me, hungry. I slid down her skirt, which is when I noticed that she was wearing plain, white cotton panties. I did not dwell on that long as I slid those down too. She had a full, but trimmed, bush of soft red hair.

I unbuckled my pants and slid them off, along with my underwear. I was standing, my cock was hard, and throbbing. Her legs were spread open, her pussy wet, swollen, waiting. She looked so innocent and so desirous, but also scared. I moved from between her legs to my nightstand and quickly found and put on a condom. Now I saw the fear subside.

“Teach me,” she said.

I am not sure that I was the right guy for that job, with my own limited experiences. But just hearing her say that, seeing how much she wanted me, broke something inside me. I was consumed with lust. I was no longer Steven Winthrop, scion of a Puritan family, Harvard graduate, B-school student on my way to being a master of the universe. I was an animal who couldn’t think past plunging my cock deep into Sally and making her mine.

That’s what I did. I entered her as she lay on her back and began to thrust. I first took her legs and put them straight up, perpendicular to her torso and against my chest. As I pumped into her I occasionally sucked one of her toes. She was in ecstasy.

“Rub your clit,” I told her. I don’t know where language and confidence like that came from. It was like I had turned into a different person.

As I fucked her hard she rubbed her clit, and kept doing so as shifted her so that I was looking down on her, my arms pinning her legs open. Neither one of us seemed to be in control of our own bodies; it was as if our bodies together were acting as one of its own accord. She was trying to gyrate her hips but couldn’t find leverage, so I flipped us over, with her on top.

Now I was in a sitting position with my back against the bedboard and her on top. Her hands were pressed on the wall above my head, her tits pressed against my mouth as she ground down furiously. When I could I thrust up into her trying to meet her quickening rhythm, my hands rubbing her ass. It did not take along.

“I’m coming,” she said.

I had barely been in control this whole time but now I couldn’t hold it any more. As she let out a short, sharp yelp I exploded. I was spasming and spurting so much that when I calmed down a little I grew a little concerned about the condom. As she began to relax I reached down Brazzers and holding the base of the condom withdrew from her. Everything seemed to be in order.

She reached for a tissue on my nightstand and placed it around the condom, removing it from my softening cock. She put it to the side and rested her head on my chest, her hand stroking my moist dick.

“That’s some tool you have,” she said. She giggled. It was the first time she had seen or touched it.

I wasn’t quite sure how to reply. But in the state I was in, I wouldn’t have been sure how to reply if I was asked my name.

“It’s all for you,” I mumbled as we both dozed off, with her in my arms.

Chapter 9

My arm was asleep when I woke up a few hours later. We were in the same position, her hand was on my cock which was now hard again. Her hair cascaded over her face. She was still asleep, so peaceful.

I was trying to sort through my feelings. The sex was phenomenal, almost too much so. It had touched a part of me that I wasn’t sure existed. It was a place that was fierce it left no room for anything else. I was used to thinking of myself in externally defined categories and cataloguing my worthiness according to what I achieved in public view. What happened with Sally was something that had never happened before. It was as if everything else was obliterated, leaving only my desire. I was exhilarated, but also frightened and confused. I felt alive but was afraid to explore what that really meant. What I did know was that I had to feel that way again.

Sally stirred. She kissed my chest and looked up at me sleepily before moving so her head was on a pillow. She was turned toward me. Her hand never left my cock.

“That was great,” she purred.

I agreed.

“And what do we have here?” she asked, giving me a squeeze.

Now it was my time to moan.

She smiled and snuggled up to me, blowing softly in my ear. I ran my hands over her perfect body.

She began to stroke my cock, slowly and softly.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“I haven’t been with many men. I’m not sure that I know what feels good for a man.” She paused and then continued.

“I always felt sexual. I told you about my first time. The thing is that talking about, or even acknowledging, sex in my family or school was always so taboo. It was dirty and shameful. I feel so much but that makes me feel so guilty, if that makes any sense. Am I still innocent?”

The question caught me off guard. I was not sure I did understand or how to answer. I simply replied, “Of course.”

“That’s good,” she murmured, all the while stroking me. The conversation was turning me on and I think it was turning her on also.

“I want to know how to please a man. Will you teach me?”

With one fingertip, moistened with precum, now circling the head of my cock I could only groan assent.

She began to kiss down my body. Holding the base of my cock she gave the head a kiss. And then began to run her tongue over it. It felt great. I reached around and began to finger her pussy as she did it.

“You were a gentleman and used a condom, without me even asking. Now I will please you,” she said.

It was then that she showed her inexperience. Her teeth scraped a little and she was unsure about what to do with her hands. She neglected my balls entirely. She was unsure about rhythm. I am not exactly the king of blowjobs so I wasn’t certain how I could tell her nicely what I liked and didn’t like.

In the end these little imperfections of technique mattered little. Her enthusiasm more than made up for it. Watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth as she bobbed her head on it was intoxicating as well as the occasional gag when she went too far. She wanted to please me and seeing and feeling that was a huge turn-on. Plus, sucking my cock was obviously turning her on; as she blew me she pressed her pussy harder against my fingers. Sometimes she would take a brief break with her mouth and stroke my cock, slick with her saliva, fast. The whole thing didn’t take long, though. I thought it was polite to tell her in advance.

“I’m going to come.”

She briefly let me member slide from her mouth and, holding it in her hand, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Good. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

As soon as she started to bob again on my cock I came. I couldn’t believe it could feel this good. Her mouth overflowed with my seed, dripping out of the sides and down my shaft. She began to swallow, which I didn’t expect and was incredibly sexy. And she kept sucking, for a good minute after my last spasm. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned. Then she did something else entirely unexpected.

She climbed on top and mounted me. My cock was super-sensitive but she didn’t really care. It was her turn now. She was aflame again and with her lips still shining, coated with my come, she ground down hard on me; I never penetrated her. I was trying not to scream from the sensation, which was both exciting and painful. It did not take her long either, and she came in a series of spasms that left us both spent.

She slid down my body, releasing me. She then kissed me on the lips.

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