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My mini road trip or adventure as I like to call it, seems to be taking forever. I have been waiting for what seems like forever for these twenty-four hours. I’m sure it’s the anticipation, the excitement, and yes because it’s me, nerves because I never do things like this.

Of course there is fear looming all around any other emotions racing through me. I know people meet other singles online every day, in fact I have quite a few times before. I just have never driven four hours before to meet them, so it feels a bit strange, maybe even desperate. However, every moment of apprehension is met with a memory from our marathon phone conversations and of course the lyrics.

Jax is a musician/songwriter and has sent me lyrics he’s written about us. Not the lovey dove words that most women would swoon over, but lustful, erotic scenes that make me personally melt, probably in a puddle of my own lady cum. A thought which makes me blush furiously. We hit almost every topic we can think of; childhoods, our jobs, friends, exes.

We can even discuss the taboo; religion, politics, and yes of course sex. He is so sexually grounded. He knows exactly what he likes, what he wants and makes no apologies for it. That is definitely a quality that has attracted and intrigued me about him from the start.

I am definitely not the Virgin Mary by any means; I’ve had my share of sexual experiences, and they were usually with men I’ve dated for an acceptable amount of time, my brain flashes to memories of the couple of alcohol hazed one nighters that I can’t ever seem to erase from my brain. Even so, every experience was okay, and exciting in its own way.

I’d have to say, if I’m truly honest with myself I’d have to admit they were all damn boring, but I have a mammoth sized libido I’d like to keep intact just in case I finally find the man that is always represented in my fantasies. He is usually masked by my celeb-boyfriend of the week and always does the vilest and most dominating things my mind can conjure up.

In fact, I know if it weren’t for the strict moral code engraved on the steel chastity belt placed so carefully on my conscious by my bible thumping parents, I’d be the most popular hooker in the red light district.

I start thinking about Jax and I fucking over a pool table after he reddened my ass with pool cue for not winning the pool game. Of course he’s deliciously laid out the plot points in a song he wrote for me called “Play for Punishment”. My naughty mind is just taking it to the next level. I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together to help the building pressure down below. I’m not wearing any panties under my black cotton dress and I know the upholstery of my car seat is paying the price.

The smell of my juices is quite abundant which is not helping my body’s neediness. Thank God for Marlboros and body spray to keep the muskiness from clinging so obviously to my dress. I know I’m going to sleep with Jax, it’s pretty much a given with the way our conversations have been going, not to mention the chemistry he and I produce through the phone. We have so many things that we want to explore that we figured we would need a full day, to even begin to touch on them all.

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“So you gonna fuck her Jax?” Shane asked, as he cracked a peanut shell on his glass, popped the tiny morsel into his mouth, and washed it down with a swig of dark beer.

I stared into my Jack and Coke, watching the ice cubes twirl as I spun it slowly in my hand. “Probably.” I said. “I guess that’s always the plan, right? But I really think there’s something different about this one.”

“I’ve heard that before.” He said, as the cute little bartender in the short skirt set a couple of shots on the bar in front of us. “Remember what I told you man. They’re all sluts. They’ve only got one thing in mind, and that’s your dick slamming into their twat.”

“I don’t know about all that.” I said. “Especially not with this one, I mean I’m pretty sure she wants me after all we’ve talked about, but she’s definitely got something real about her.”

He hesitated for a moment as he pushed one of the shot glasses toward me. “Promise me one thing.” He said. “You’ll at least make her give you some good noggin.”

I lifted my shot. “Well, her name is Briana Jordan. She does have the right initials for it.”

“To hot bitches and blow jobs.” He said, as our glasses clinked.

My mind kept spinning on the way home. Partially due to the alcohol coursing through my veins, and the bright sun shining in my window, but mainly because of the anticipation of meeting Briana for the first time.

I usually don’t get nervous about this kind of thing. Although, it’s true that you can never know what to expect when you meet a girl online, Briana was just so easy to talk to.

She seemed to be a lot less innocent than she gave herself credit for, but I guess that’s one of the things I was initially attracted to about her, that and the fact that we’ve been completely honest with each porno izle other about our sexual feelings.

I was starting to feel my balls tingle as I rounded the corner to my house, and the truth was. I knew we had a deep connection and I definitely wanted to throw her a bone.

During one of our most recent conversations she mentioned that she might be a bit nervous when we met. So I promised her I just would bend her over my kitchen table the minute she walked in my door, to eliminate the need for nervous chatter. She seemed totally fine, if not excited about that.

As I pulled into my driveway I was excited to finally meet her, but all I could picture was lifting that little black dress.

I hadn’t even killed the engine yet, when I saw her pull in behind me.

She looked stunning as she stood there innocently, holding her the handle of her overnight bag in both hands, as her long blonde hair blew in the wind. I guess my neighbor must have thought so too, because he ran over a small bush with his lawnmower.

When it became a reality that she was finally standing right in front of me, all of the great conversations we had up until this point were swirling through my head, but for some reason, at that point, I was drawing a blank. She appeared just as humble as she was beautiful, and just as bashful as she was witty.

“How was your trip?” I finally managed, after we both lit a cigarette with her pink little lighter.

Her voice was even sexier than it had sounded on the phone, and after a few minutes of small talk, I took her in my arms, planted a kiss on her soft lips, and then invited her inside.

I took her bag from her and tossed it next to my table which was right inside the door, and I spun her around with the fingers of one hand woven between hers, and the other gently urging her forward.

She bent at the waist, and I nudged her feet with mine, forcing her legs apart. Then I lifted her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

My heart was racing full speed in my chest, and my cock was already stiff.

Briana was tall for a girl, and had killer legs. Her ass was round and firm, with a barely noticeable tan line, and her pink pussy lips were dripping with moisture.

I struggled with my zipper, but once it was open, my dick jumped right out, and I guided it inside her.

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Jax is thrusting inside me, and I’m fairly certain his package is a bit too large for my body to handle.

“Oh my Gosh!” It feels so amazing. The effect of his gentle hands rubbing up and down my body, is bordering on mind blowing. My mind is racing, and my thoughts include the classic self-deprecating phrases like “you’re a slut”; but thanks to his hard cock slamming into my extremely wet pussy the thoughts are slowly turning into mush. Before I know it, his hand comes slamming down on my ass in one piercing blow. I scream….damn that hurts and oh it’s everything I had hoped and fantasized it would be.

“You should stop thinking so hard” he says.

I immediately obey and let myself go, and I could tell he notices. We are meeting each other thrust for thrust now as we both get thrown into the moment. He slaps my ass again and I grunt in agony, and immediately let out a loud moan as the pain settles into a throb centered right in the middle of my clit.

“Damn, that’s sexy! Your ass is so red” Jax moans as he plows forward.

This is so hot, and for me a little dangerous. I can feel a building pressure in my tummy but logically I know it’s not an orgasm. I’ve never had one and I honestly believe I just have broken equipment in that department. Jax has already probed and explored parts of my insides that others haven’t explored, must have moves that just make sex more intense than what I’m used to.

He drags my dress over my head, unclasps my bra and my breasts fall heavy on the table. The friction of the wood grain against my tight nipples has me moaning and groaning. Jax is damn near silent, but the fervor, in which he grabs my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, tells me he’s right with me on the intimacy scale. I’ve never felt so sexy in my life. He pinches my nipples hard and I shriek from the glorious pain.

It seems like he is oblivious to my pain induced screams, and he becomes even more aggressive and primal in his fucking. My pussy is clenching tight around him as the storm brews in my abdomen, I feel like jumping out of my skin from pleasure. His hands shift to my ass as he pummels his way into my sex. I can feel my thighs tighten like piano wire, and I am clutching the side edges of the table bracing for the next spanking, but I’m not prepared for where his hands…

“Oh God, Jax….that’s um, oh my….” I tense up as his thumb rims my ass. It is unexplored territory and has always been a no go area for me. When I’ve told Jax this in the past, he’s always replied with a sly, “We’ll see.”

I know he can sense my nervousness, so his response to that is to pull out and spin me around; he passionately amatör porno kisses me as he lays me back on his table. He spreads my legs wide, and pulls me right to the edge so my ass is hanging off the table. I look at him with longing, and a bit of apprehension which I can tell he appreciates. His smile is so gorgeous and erotic as he looks from my exposed and no doubt wet pussy up to my eyes.

“You’re absolutely beautiful!” he professes breathlessly. I’m not sure what part of me he’s referring to, until he makes it obvious by lowering himself to his knees and licks me from clit to ass. I shoot up from the table out of pleasure and embarrassment.

“Jax! You don’t have to do that! I mean we were just ya know, doing it, and I’m sure it’s not, ya know fresh down there….” I know I’m blushing, I know I probably seem sophomoric to him right now, but instead of judgment he looks me square in the eye, and I feel his breath on my thighs as he exhales and inhales deeply.

“You smell intoxicating, addicting even.” I turn bright red, but begin to relax a bit as he goes back to sensually kissing my slit. He’s driving his tongue in and out of my hole, while driving me out of my mind. He lowers his tongue to my forbidden zone.

I pause to stop him, but he just holds my hips and legs even tighter as he executes a sexual thrall on my asshole. I can’t breathe. It’s amazing. He slides two fingers in my pussy, moves his mouth to my clit and performs the hoover maneuver on it. I start thinking that if he sucks any harder he’s gonna inhale the damn thing!

My mind is filed with kaleidoscopes, my hands are holding his head while my hips shamelessly grind down on his face, and I am hoarse from screaming his name. Just when I think my body has taken the most pleasure it can bear, Jax lays down his pie’ce de resistance’, he covers his thumb in my juices and rams it up my ass!

Euphoria! Fireworks! “Holy Crap I’m cumming!” And that’s what I’m screaming as he looks at me, winks and says “just wait for round two.”

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“But not quite yet.” I said, as I reached for a towel to wipe up the puddles of cum that had dripped down her leg, and gathered in pools on the table and floor.

“First I need to show you off.” I said, spreading her legs so I could get one more look at the damage I had done. “Maybe you should cover that thing.” I said, as I gave her pussy a solid smack, and let the pads of my fingers slap hard against the tenderness of her clit.

She clenched her cheeks, her calves tensed up, and her heels fell off the table, but the part that sent a shiver through my nether regions was that pained look of pleasure in her eyes.

She was already mine, and she didn’t even know it yet, but I planned to have her completely under my control by the end of the night.

She jumped from the table and started digging through her bag. “How about these?” She asked, holding up a pair of plain white panties.

“These.” I said, pointing at a black lacy thong, without enough material to protect her from my probing fingers and cock in the near future. “I want to be able to see those red marks on your cheeks, anytime I feel like it.”

She shivered as she bent over and stepped into them, exposing her ass and hungry cunt to me one more time.

We decided to take her car, but she tossed me the keys. “Your town. Your bar.” She said. “You’re in charge of getting us there safely.”

As I got in, I saw a dark spot on the tan upholstery of the driver’s seat. Her juices started to soak into my pants as I sat down, and by the time we had reached the bar, which was only a few blocks away I could feel them tickling the soft skin of my ball sack.

“I don’t know how to say this without making myself sound anymore innocent and naive.” She said, as she turned her head away from me and looked out the window. “But that was my…uh…first orgasm.”

“From me you mean?” I said, staring straight ahead at the road.

“No. Period.” She said, as she made a weak attempt at eye contact. “No one has ever made me come before.”

“Well, I’d have to say this wet spot I’m sitting in would say otherwise.” I said.

Her faced turned bright red; she grasped for the door handle, and made a valiant attempt to lunge out the door.

I caught her by the hem of her dress and pulled her toward me. She resisted at first, but then relented, allowing me to drag her back so her crotch and ass were close enough to my nose for me to smell the musky scents emanating toward me.

I smacked her ass hard, forcing a screech to sneak out from between her lips.

“Your ass is mine.” I said, as I smacked her again.

She nodded and screeched.

I laid into her this time turning her ass a bright red with my handprints

“Say it!” I demanded, as I moved the tiny little string covering her privates, so I could get a better view, and buried two fingers in her tightly clenched bum hole.

“My ass is yours! She screamed in ecstasy as her anal porno sphincter clamped down on my fingers, her pussy lips opened, her clit twitched, and a burst of fluid squirted toward me.

As we walked into the bar, every eye turned toward us. It was mainly just the regulars, a couple guys scattered here and there, watching the end of the ball game, and waiting for the band to start.

I could tell Briana felt them gawking at her as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. I led her past them to a couple of empty stools at the bar.

“Jack and Coke, and Limon and Diet.” I said, as I took a seat.

“You remembered.” Briana said her eyes full of smiles as she started to hop up on the stool. Then I saw her wince as her hand made contact with the hard wood, and she seemed to remember the soreness still tugging at the skin of her tender bottom.

I raised my fingers to her nose so she could smell the scent of her ass, hoping she would remember the source of her pleasure and pain.

She sat down quickly, running her fingers through her hair as if she just realized that her tousled hair, smeared lipstick, and that look in her eyes were announcing to the whole room that she had just been fucked raw and hard.

I slipped my fingers in her mouth, allowing the taste to soothe her as the bartender handed us our drinks.

“So when do I get to make you cum?” She asked, in an attempt at regaining her confidence. “You know I’ve been dreaming of giving you head since you sent me those lyrics.”

“Are you gonna swallow?” I asked in return as I took a sip of my drink.”

Her face turned red again. “Of course.”

“Probably sooner than later then.” I said.

The band took the stage, and she seemed to relax, as most of the crowd turned their stares away from her. I could tell she was still getting used to the ache in her ass, both on her cheeks and in her tender hole. What she didn’t know, is that I had another twist to the exploration of her virgin territory waiting for her when we got home.

“Want to dance? She asked, as she stood up with her drink in one hand and motioned for me to come with the other. Just then some drunk asshole bumped into her and spilled Limon and Diet all over the front of dress.

“Oh My Gosh!” She said, trying not to appear frantic, as she tried to cover her erect nipples which were poking through the wet fabric. I was trying to decide between knocking the mother fucker out, and fantasizing about how quick I could get her out of that dress. Instead, I put my arm around her shoulder, and led her out of the bar toward the bathrooms.

While she was in the women’s room cleaning herself up, I was standing watch outside. I noticed as one of the waitresses came out in the hallway, grabbed a mop bucket from the janitor’s closet, and when she was done, left the door open a crack.

When Briana emerged she was smiling. “Got most of it out.” She said, looking down at the front of her dress. I wasn’t listening however. I grabbed her by the arm, pulled into the janitor’s closet, and unzipped my zipper.

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For a split second I’m confused, but I recognize that look in his eye. That sexy, smoldering, I’m calling the shots, you’ll get fucked however I please, and I swear to Christ you’re gonna like it, look. My body instantly responds with a fresh pool of juices between my shaky thighs. Jax put his hands on my shoulders and pushes me to my knees. I am salivating. I have wanted to wrap my mouth around his cock for months. My mind is reeling and I really wish it wasn’t, because he is so talented; with his mouth, hands, and cock.

Heck even his song lyrics exclaim, “There have been hundreds before you that I’ve dominated and fucked into oblivion. Hardcore naughty girls that are experienced and can suck me off until I’m screaming, “I’m not an emotionally unavailable man whore, just a dark knight casanova and I choose you over some naive Pollyanna who can count her sexual partners on one hand!”

My thoughts do tend to have a flair for the dramatic at times, and at times like this, I wish my mind would just shut the heck up. I regroup, telling myself that until I met this man I have been a confident, self-assured woman and the lack of notches on my bed post have nothing to do with natural talent and a heck of a lot of determination. Right now I’m determined to make this man cum so hard that I’m choking on his jizz.

I envelope his helmet with my tongue and lips, applying a small amount of suction to his tender skin as I suck him in. I am sexually captivated by his smell, his taste, the feel of his thick vein on my tongue.

I have his entire cock in my mouth and partially down my throat. I actually gag on him a little because of his size. I’m mortified, but he’s turned on. He groans and his cock pulses, which isn’t helping my gag reflex issue at the moment.

I pull my mouth back while spiraling my tongue around him, and flick it back and forth on the underside of his tip. Jax puts his hands in my hair and pulls right at the roots…..Oh God, that feels so good. I am moaning now as I slam him toward the back of my mouth, my chin is rubbing his balls while I deep-throat him. He is tense. I move my hands to his ass cheeks squeeze and push him in deeper.

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I looked down at the top of her head. Her mouth was wet and hot as she slurped her way up my cock, then back down. The red highlights in her short hair caught the gleam of the candle and turned it to copper.

I spread my legs farther apart. She rolled to her side and slid her hand up my thigh. The other hand was stroking that part of my erection she couldn’t fit into her mouth. The free hand slipped down and back. I turned to make it easy for her to do what she knew I wanted.

I reached over my head for the tube of lubricant. She held her hand out. I squirted a dollop of it onto it. She rubbed her fingers together, warming the slick clear stuff before bringing it to my puckered asshole. I lifted my hips and used my own hands to part my ass cheeks. I wanted her inside me. I needed to feel her probing and slipping into me.

She sucked my cock hard. I pushed my hips up, driving my stiffness into her. Then I relaxed, sliding out of her mouth a ways, as the movement caused the opposite effect in back. When I went into her mouth, sex izle the slippery fingers pulled out of my ass. When I pulled out, her fingers sank deep into me. My breath became more rapid as I felt my orgasm approaching.

I pulled her around, she rotated her body, never releasing either her mouth’s hold on my cock or her plunging fingers in my rear passage. Her hips were next to my head, now. I slipped my fingers between her thighs, then between her own cheeks, to probe her ass. I wanted to taste her, but at the same time, I selfishly didn’t want to distract either her or myself from what she was doing for me, to me.

I groaned out loud. The pressure was building. My fingers were sticky with the deposit I’d left in her tight ass so recently. Another finger found her oozing pussy and slid into it. My impending orgasm was a surprise, it would be my second in less than an hour. Only her talented mouth and hands could have done it for me at my age.

One second I felt my orgasm coming on, the next it was there! I knew there alt yazılı porno couldn’t be much semen, but what there was she sucked into her mouth and swallowed, savoring it. She sucked and sucked, prolonging the tingling even as my anus clenched down on her sliding fingers. I wished then she could slide them farther into me, fuck me with them as if they were a cock, ravishing me mercilessly, the way I had just done to her asshole.

I brought my free hand down on her ass with a SMACK! She jerked, the motion driving her mouth down farther onto my softening pole. She slipped her fingers out of me slowly as she was able to take more of my cock into her mouth. I swatted her again, at the same time pushing my fingers deeper into both her holes. Now that I had climaxed, I lifted one leg and slipped under her. Her hips rested on my upper chest now and I brought my mouth up and into her aromatic crotch. I licked her folds, sucking her juices in and savoring them. Then I lifted up a short way to lap at the semen altyazılı sex izle oozing from her ass. I bit the tender flesh just beside that dripping hole, that source of so much pleasure for us both. My hand fell again and again on her butt: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She had my whole dick in her mouth now. Her breath was puffing against my belly with each swat. I pushed two fingers easily into her pussy and synchronized them with my tongue in her ass and my stinging swats on her cheeks. I could feel her approaching yet another orgasm. I drove into her over and over and she clenched my fingers, my tongue and my cock all at once as she stiffened her legs around my head. Then she relaxed. I released her, sliding both my fingers and tongue from her. She slipped off me and rested beside me on the bed.

I closed my eyes and hugged her hips to me, my cheek against her thigh. She echoed the pose, upside down next to me. A few minutes later, she turned around so we were face to face. We kissed, sharing all the tastes and aromas. My cheeks were smeared with come and her juices and her hand was sticky with lubricant. I tasted my semen on her tongue. She brought her hand to my nipple and tweaked it gently. I bit her earlobe.

We dozed off in perfect contentment and very much in love.

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I’d been having some problems with erectile dysfunction. But after a lot of nagging from my wife Kathy and an embarrassing visit to my doctor I’d been prescribed Viagra, and now Kathy and I were enjoying the pleasure of my Viagra-stoked tool doing its work at full power.

One evening our friends David and his wife Julie were with us. I’d had my eye on Julie. She was about Kathy’s age, mid forties, she was quite a beauty with her dark hair always perfectly styled, and on beach days with David and Julie her swimsuit had made it obvious she’d kept a shapely figure. Before I’d started taking Viagra, thinking about Julie was something that rarely failed to give me a decent erection, even during sex with Kathy. I saw Julie chatting to Kathy in the kitchen, and I realised to my horror that I’d left my latest prescription pack of Viagra out on the kitchen work top in full view. You can imagine how embarrassed I felt!

A few days later Kathy was out with some girl friends at a concert in town and I knew she wouldn’t be back till gone midnight. I’d planned to put my newly recovered ability to raise a rock hard boner to good use in an evening of porn and masturbation. I’d taken a Viagra tablet about an hour before Kathy left to allow it to have its full effect of giving me the kind of steel hard near vertical erection I used to get in my teens and twenties. As soon as Kathy was safely out of the way I was up in our bedroom on our bed, stark naked wth my erection straining hard, in my favourite masturbation position of kneeling wide legged so my muscle was pulled really tight. My laptop was on my bedside cabinet scrolling through my collection of hardcore pictures of naked women and I had a couple of porn magazines open on the bed. I’d put on one of Kathy’s briefest black lace panties borrowed from the laundry basket. The sight of her tiny panties bulging over my erect cock and the feel of the soft material around my erect penis turns me on! I was gently fingering my cock to maximum stiffness and sensitivity through the thin black lace when the doorbell rang.

After uttering suitable expletives I peeped through the gap in the bedroom curtains. There on the doorstep was Julie! I hastily threw a bathrobe over me, intending to say I was just about to take a shower, and went down. I hoped Kathy’s panties were constraining my rock hard erection so the bulge didn’t show, as the Viagra was making sure it wasn’t going down in a hurry.

I opened the door to Julie and she came in. She looked flustered, as if something was on her mind. She was wearing a tight pink top that showed every curve of her big breasts and the outline of her bra, and a grey skirt ending just at her knees. Her legs were bare and she was in sandals.

“Kathy’s out till late isn’t she?” Julie said, but without waiting for my reply she continued. “I saw your Viagra. Kathy told me it gets your cock up big and hard.” Julie breathed hard as if she was fighting back emotion. “David’s got the same problem but he won’t see his doctor. … It’s been ages since we’ve had sex … oh please!”

As Julie spoke those last words she reached down to her side, unzipped her skirt and undid its clasp, and let her skirt drop round her feet. She was wearing white cotton panties. She kicked her skirt aside, spread her legs, hooked her thumb over the top hem of her panties and pulled the front down far enough to show her dark bush of cunt hair.

“Please!” Julie gasped “It’s been ages. I want sex with a big hard cock.”

I reached down and cupped my hand over her furry sex mound. Her pubic hair was already moist with juice and she moaned softly with pleasure as I ran my finger tip along the lips of her vagina. As I held my hand over her cunt she pulled the cord of my robe undone. I stepped back to let her open my robe and slip it off my shoulders so it fell behind me, leaving me naked except for Kathy’s black lace panties. My Viagra powered erection was pushing the altyazılı porno thin material far out from my body in a big black lace cone with my lust swollen purple helmet showing clearly through the lace. Julie’s eyes bulged with incredulity.

“They’re Kathy’s knickers! You dirty pervert!” Julie gasped, but her face lit up with a grin! “Mmmmm…” she purred, and the look on her face said “I like dirty perverts with big hard cocks!”

The thought suddenly came into my mind that this was the perfect combination: Viagra stoked guy meets sex starved frustrated woman!

Julie squatted down in front of me so her face was level with the bulge of my cock. She pulled Kathy’s panties down round my thighs. Released from constraint my cock sprang out, arching up. I spread my legs as far as Kathy’s panties round my thighs would allow. Still in her squatting position Julie kissed and licked my penis head while her fingers caressed my balls and ruffled my thick pubic hair. She felt my shaft as if inspecting it for stiffness and length. At that moment I couldn’t have said whether it was the Viagra or Julie straining my cock more! I slipped Kathy’s panties off and stood there naked with my legs wide for Julie to play.

Julie slid her moist lips and tongue slowly over my penis head. Squeezing her lips gently around my penis, she slid her lips slowly down my hard shaft till my pubic hair brushed her nose, then equally slowly and deliciously back up again, sliding even more slowly over my corona ridge round the base of my helmet, then she tickled the tip of my penis with her tongue. As I stood there gasping, fighting not to squirt my load over her face, she looked up at me under her eyelashes.

“Ooooooohh! I love it when I know a man’s cock is up hard just for me! Lets go up to your bedroom!” There was an edge of excitement in her voice!

Up in our bedroom Julie gasped at the sight of my porn magazines.

“All this filth! You were going to wank over this stuff and Kathy’s knickers when I interrupted you, weren’t you? You dirty pervert!” But again she gave me a big grin.

She picked a magazine up and began to leaf through it, gasping at the pictures of naked girls in raunchy poses. But I fondled her bottom through the thin white cotton of her panties and slipped my hand down inside to tickle her in the valley between her bum cheeks to let her know I was far more interested in real naked female flesh. She put the magazine down on the bed.

“Go on, undress me,” she said softly.

I lifted Julie’s pink top off. She looked good with her big breasts slung in the cups of her white bra and her brief white panties taut over the bulge of her mound and showing a wet patch over the line of her vagina slit, but I didn’t leave them on her for long! She looked even hotter, and her boobs, bottom, legs and cunt felt even more penis straining delicious in my hands when she was nude!

“Does seeing women like in that magazine get your cock up hard?” Julie asked, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

The magazine was open at a centrefold of a big boobed, bushy cunted blonde girl barely out of her teens kneeling nude on a rug with her knees so wide she was all but doing the splits. The picture was certainly having that effect on me! I wondered if Julie was storing up ideas for getting David’s cock erect if he wasn’t going to use Viagra. She got on the bed and repeated the pose, arching her back to thrust her big round breasts up like the blonde in the picture. Her spread legged pose pulled her vagina open and her pink, juice wet aroused labia peeped out through her wet cunt bush. Julie’s big mature jugs looked much tastier than the young blonde’s grapefruit half breasts.

“Do you like seeing me like this? … Oooohhh! It feels so good! Touch me on my cunt!”

I hardly needed her invitation! I fingered her pussy, stroking her wet labia from the front, and from behind, fondling her bottom then zenci porno tickling her down her bum valley and reaching right under her to her cunt the way Kathy likes. I made sure I gave her breasts lots of attention too, stroking her big soft globes and tickling her nipples with my fingertips and tongue till they were sticking up like red-brown wine corks from the peaks of her deep pink areoles.

“Bring me on!” Julie gasped, straining her legs even wider.

I knelt on the bed next to Julie, close enough that my penis head rubbed against her thigh and left a smear of pre cum on her smooth flesh. I pleasured her with my fingers, caressing the inside tops of her thighs, stroking her vagina lips, running my fingers right under her between her vagina and her arse, moving my finger into the top of her vagina to circle her clit when her whimpers and gasps got more and more frantic telling me her climax was rising. Suddenly she cried out incoherently, thrust her sex mound against my cupped hand and shuddered spasmodically with her breasts bouncing as her orgasm exploded. She stayed kneeling for a minute or two with my hand cupped over her juice sodden cunt mound, panting and whimpering with sex pleasure as she enjoyed her afterglow.

Then she smoothly flopped back onto the bed, spread her legs wide and folded them up so her knees were near her shoulders, and reached her arms up toward me.

“Oooooooh! Want! Big hard cock! It’s been so long!” Julie gasped.

I was frantic, my erect cock was so hard it was almost painful, and I wanted release inside a tight wet juicy vagina every bit as much as Julie wanted big hard cock up her. I didn’t waste any time playing with her body, but simply got between her spread legs, leaned over her and shoved my shaft into her tight, arousal juice soaked love slit till my bush met hers. She wrapped her arms and legs over me. I’d discovered that though Viagra gives me rock hard boners with my penis exquisitely tight and sensitive I still take just as long to come. I pumped Julie with my penis for ages, fondling her thighs and breasts with my hands as I fucked her.

Julie climaxed while I was still pumping her vagina for all I was worth. When I have sex with Kathy under me she’s usually got her legs spread out flat with just her arms round me, and she just cries out and quivers under me when she comes. Julie was much more spectacular! She grunted like an animal, her hips thrust up against me, her fingers clawed my back and her heels pressed hard against the backs of my thighs with each pulse of her orgasm as she involuntarily tried to pull me deeper. I kept going, smoothly, rhythmically, full depth, enjoying her soft mature body under me, letting my orgasm rise slowly till my muscle jerked with all the exquisite pleasure of Viagra tightened muscles and pumped my sex cream into her. I stayed on top of her for a couple of minutes, panting as I recovered, with Julie’s hands and legs now gently stroking my back and thighs. Finally I slid my cock back out of her and rolled off her. She gave a deep sigh and gasped:

“Ohhhhh! … that was so good! Ohhhh! … Hard cock inside me!”

Julie had had two orgasms, but my cock was still largely erect. I normally manage two wanks in a Viagra session, though the second one is sometimes hard (though rewarding!) work. Julie was laying beside me nude, leafing through my porn magazine, making comments like:

“Oh boy! If only I was twenty again like her! I’d love to do that for David! He never wants to do anything exciting.”

Julie had my magazine open at a picture of a big boobed long legged bushy cunted brunette squatting on a coffee table naked but for black high heels with a well hung guy standing naked in front of her with the head of his erect penis between her breasts. Her one hand was wrapped round his shaft to hand job him and her other was tickling him up between his spread legs. Julie was aldatma porno looking thoughtful.

I was laying beside Julie with my erect penis arching up over my belly. At the thought of Julie doing that for me, whether she was twenty or forty, my straining shaft was making it obvious it wanted to go again. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger round my shaft and began to gently stroke hoping Julie would get the message. She did!

“You’re still up hard after you’ve fucked me!” Julie said, with a little giggle. “If only I could get David to take Viagra!”

Julie put my magazine down open at the lucky guy and his hand-jobbing brunette, and ran her fingertip slowly up and down along the length of my shaft, tickling my pubic hair, my corona ridge and that so sensitive spot on the underside of my penis where my shaft meets my helmet. Julie laughed.

“Shall we carry on from where you left the matter in hand?”

Julie picked up Kathy’s panties from the floor where I’d left them, and as I lay there on the bed she tossed them on my belly just above the head of my penis. There was a jar of hand cream on Kathy’s bedside cabinet and she used it to lube her hand. Then she knelt beside me with her legs wide, perfectly positioning her naked body for me to run my hand over her thighs and bottom, slide my hand between her legs to play with her pussy and tickle her bum crack, and for my hands to play with her breasts hanging heavily above me.

Julie hand jobbed me with her whole fist wrapped round my shaft, squeezing just right, catching my corona and frenulum, with her breasts swinging above me with the rhythm of her hand stroking my penis. As Julie wanked me I stroked her bottom and thighs and ruffled her cunt hair with one hand and stroked her breasts with the other.

“Oooooh! So big and stiff! I love big hard cock!” she purred over and over as she wanked me.

As my cum started to rise, even with my porn magazine open beside me, my eyes locked hypnotically on my cock sticking up between my spread legs with Julie’s hand sliding up and down its length, smoothly, rhythmically, full length from my pubic hair at one end of her stroke to her fingers sliding right up over my helmet at the other end till the lust swollen head of my penis, glistening with lubricating cream, peeped out of the ring formed by her thumb and forefinger. She knew how to make me wait and how to edge me to the brink and hold me there, with me frantically arching my hips up and gripping her bum with my penis feeling agonisingly tight enough to snap. Finally exquisite relief came when she Iet me cum, splashing a huge dollop of my semen over my chest and Kathy’s black lace panties. I guess even the guy in the picture with his cock between his girl’s tits would have envied what Julie treated me to!

Julie left me soon after that. She said she’d told her husband David she was out late night shopping and she had to get back. I tidied the bed, checking carefully for semen splashes, hid my porn magazines away and stuffed Kathy’s semen soaked panties back in the laundry basket. I surfed porn on the web for some time collecting pictures for future use, then it was late and I went to bed.

I was still awake when Kathy came home. I heard her undress in our bedroom in the dark then she crept into bed next to me. I gave her a kiss and fondled her bare thigh to let her know I was still awake.

“Good concert?” I asked.

“Wonderful,” she replied. “I’ve always loved Rachmaninov. Sorry I’m so late. We went for a meal afterwards.”

“No problem,” I said.

There was silence for a while then I felt Kathy’s bare leg brush against mine, her soft breasts press against my arm, and her light fingers on my thigh. Then her fingers brushed through my pubic hair, over my balls, then slowly along the arching length of my erect shaft.

“Your cock’s up hard. You’re in the mood aren’t you?”

I grunted as her light fingers tickled my knob.

“Mmmmmmm!” she purred. “It’s not too late is it? Can we? I’m feeling so horny. Aren’t you glad I got you to see the doctor and he prescribed that Viagra?”

“I sure am, sweetheart. It’s transformed my sex life.”

In the darkness Kathy didn’t see my grin!

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“Ooooh, ahhhhhh, OOOOOH, AHHHHH…”

Victoria’s moans of pleasure echoed off the walls of the shower enclosure. She was leaning against the back wall, one hand cupping a full breast, the other buried between her thighs. She was on the brink of orgasm when a flash of movement in the bathroom doorway caught her eye. Stifling a shriek, she relaxed slightly as she recognized the foreman of the crew currently employed to paint her house.

He looked as startled as she.

“I’m sorry,” he mouthed. “I’m berry sorry. I hear noise, I think something is wrong…” he continued in his Russian accent.

Victoria didn’t quite know what to do. As the shock wore off and the lust-haze cleared she realized he was staring at her naked body through the clear glass shower door.

“It’s OK, Yuri,” she said in as dignified a tone as she could manage under the circumstances.

His admiration was evident as his gaze traveled up her long slender legs, past round pink-tipped breasts to a pretty heart-shaped face surrounded by flame-red curls.

“You are beautiful, Miss Victoria,” he blurted, “like an exotic rose.”

She liked the way he said her name, drawing out each syllable musically and not trying to shorten it. She hated it when people called her Tory or, God forbid, Vicky.

She resisted the urge to snatch a towel and cover herself. After all, having a good-looking man admiring her naked body was the sexiest thing that had happened to her in a long while. Besides, it was his fault she was in the shower masturbating in the middle of the day anyway!

Yuri and his crew had been on the job almost a week. She’d gotten to know him pretty well through numerous consultations, questions, discussions and one rather heated argument over the color she’d chosen for her bedroom.

“Too noisy,” he’d said. She had insisted, however, and been forced to admit he was right when the delicate salmon pink sample she’d loved had darkened to an unfortunate Pepto Bismol shade when dry.

She’d joined the crew on lunch breaks a couple of times and they’d had several discussions on current events and world politics. She was especially fascinated by his description of the breakup of the Soviet Union when he was a teenager. He was intriguing and self-effacing about his accomplishments. He’d emigrated with nothing and worked hard to build a business with a reputation for excellent service and quality work.

She’d been at her desk working from home that morning, trying to ignore the bustling workers. Occasionally she’d catch a glimpse of Yuri in is faded jeans, work boots and paint splattered T-shirt. He fascinated her with his intelligence, dark good looks and musically accented English.

“Wouldn’t the guys in the office love this?” she asked herself mockingly.

They’d laugh at the idea of uptight, buttoned-down Victoria Cousins lusting after the house painter. Actually, they’d be shocked at her lusting after anyone. Her innate shyness and coolly professional manner had been mistaken for standoffishness from day one with the large computer firm and she couldn’t seem to shake the “Ice Queen” label. She was ambitious and took her work seriously. Too seriously, she reflected, given the stomach ulcers and insomnia plaguing her lately. She shook her head and attempted to concentrate on a sales proposal. But her thoughts kept floating to Yuri. Would his moustache tickle if he kissed her … everywhere? How would his callused hands feel on her breasts? Was his butt as delicious as it looked in those tight mobil porno jeans?

Her body began to heat as she imagined the answers to these lascivious musings. She enjoyed the feeling for awhile, balancing on the thin line between pleasurable arousal and desperate need for release, then worked a bit more to occupy her mind. Finally, though, she couldn’t stand it any longer. She saw that the crew had moved outdoors for some exterior work so she headed to her bedroom to take a shower, reflecting that she could use some cooling off.

It didn’t work. Instead, naked under the warm water, her fantasies had returned full force. Images of Yuri’s strong body wrapped around hers under the cascading spray proved to be her undoing. The ache in her body became almost unbearable. Her hands began to move over her body, seeking relief.

Then she’d seen him standing by the door.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, bringing her back to the present, “I go now.”

“No,” she whispered. “No, Yuri,” she repeated in a stronger voice. “Don’t go.”

He stared.

Unaccustomed to being this bold, she floundered for a moment.

“Um…you look … hot. It’s hot today. Don’t want to cool off a little?”

He smiled slowly, a hot hungry smile that made her shiver. He locked the door and stripped off his boots and socks. He drew his T-shirt over his head, revealing strong shoulders and a well-defined chest. She watched eagerly as his hands moved to the button fly of his jeans. He undid them one at a time, then lowered his jeans, his gaze locked with hers. She raised her eyebrows at his lack of underwear.

“More comfortable in this Southern heat,” he explained, noticing her surprise.

His legs were magnificent, sturdy and thickly muscled. His cock was also thick and sturdy. It was rock hard, jutting aggressively out from his body. Yuri moved toward where she stood at the open shower door, noting the expression on her face.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly. His perception of her momentary nervousness reassured her and his willingness to back off made her all the more determined to have him.

“Oh, I’m real sure,” she drawled.

He stepped into the steamy enclosure with her. He wasn’t all that tall, just a few inches more than her 5’7″ and she found she liked the way their bodies fit together. Pulling her close, he kissed her. His mouth was warm and tasted faintly of peppermint. She moaned with pleasure at the feel of his hard body against hers.

The kiss went on and on. Her hands stroked his wide shoulders while his ran up and down her back, dipping down to caress her soft buttocks. She pressed against him, rubbing against his hard flesh.

He stepped back slightly and ran his hands down the front of her body. His hands were gentle on her, almost reverent. He traced her collarbone lightly with his thumbs, then ran them down her breastbone. Flattening them out, he stroked her stomach and hips.

All she could do was clutch his shoulders, eyes closed, and revel in his soft touch. He cupped her breasts, the sweet flesh filling his palms. He rubbed his palms over her nipples and made her whimper. She ground her lower body against his, desperate to get closer.

Straightening, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on the distended tip, drawing it hard against the roof of his mouth. His hand toyed with the other one, rolling it between his fingers.

He withdrew and braced against the shower wall to pull her closer to him. As he did so his eyes fell on the detachable alman porno shower head. Unhooking it from the wall mount, he adjusted the dial to a gentle pulse. Still dazed from his caresses, she only half-realized what he was doing at first. She gasped in surprise when the warm spray hit her neck.

“Mmmmm…” she whispered, arching toward him.

“You seemed a little…uptight…this week. Maybe this will make you feel better,” he said.

He ran the spray down her back, using one hand to spread the cheeks of her ass and bathed the sensitive crease with the warm water. She gasped at the unfamiliar yet erotic sensation.

Turning her sideways, he used the sprayer to massage her foot, tickling playfully between her toes and making her laugh.

“Is a good sound,” he said. “You need to laugh more. I think you work too hard.”

She laughed again at his mother-hen tone, and stroked his back as she replied, “You’re absolutely right. I’m turning over a new leaf, starting today.”

He turned serious as he ran the stream up the insides of her legs. He came dangerously close to the achy, needy place between them, but passed over it, turning his attention to her trembling breasts.

He cupped one in his hand, running the spray over the center. Her nipple, already sensitized from his earlier attention, was diamond-hard and flushed red. His gaze was rapt on it as he tantalized her with the warm spray. She squirmed, pressing her thighs together as he administered the same treatment on the other side. He alternated between her breasts, making sure each received its fair share of attention. Occasionally he would kiss her, his mouth hot and hungry. Need was throbbing insistently between her thighs and she was moaning and gasping for breath.

Sensing it, he reached up and adjusted the spray to a stronger pulse. He ran the nozzle down her torso, making lazy, sensuous circles on her breasts and belly. She moaned again and arched toward him beseechingly. Finally he applied the spray, moving it over the silky triangle between her legs. As the warm water caressed her aroused pussy lips, she squeezed her eyes shut and fell back against the shower wall. Yuri methodically laved her with the shower massager, keeping it moving, leaving her off balance and aching.

He murmured words to her that sounded all the more exotic because they were in Russian.

The sprayer continued to make sensuous circles between her thighs. The pressure wasn’t enough to allow her to go over the edge and she shifted against him restlessly, mindlessly seeking release. He reached up and adjusted the spray again, then, kneeling before her, he nudged her thighs apart for better access. He used one hand to spread her pussy lips, exposing the pulsating bundle of nerves there. He applied the spray directly to her clit and she screamed when her orgasm ripped through her.

The sound echoed off the tile walls and he grinned knowingly. “No wonder I think someone was killing you.”

She barely heard him, so focused was she on the sensations he was eliciting. Shuddering, she came again and again, the pulsing spray driving her almost insane with pleasure. Her hands grasped his shoulders for support, fingernails scoring the flesh. Neither noticed the little beads of blood she drew.

Finally she twisted away, gasping, “No more, I can’t stand it.”

“Yes, more,” he ordered, his eyes glittering with passion.

He turned up the water and spread her legs wider. The warm water pounded on her alexis texas porno clit, wrenching from her another orgasm and another scream. Her body, which had been tense as a bow string, finally went limp and she started to slide down the wall. He caught her and held her tightly, stroking her hair and speaking softly in Russian. She clung to him, waiting for her pounding heart to subside.

“Feeling better?”

“Ohhhh, yes,” she said fervently, slowly becoming aware of his hard cock nestled between their bodies. It twitched now and then, as if to remind her that it needed attention, too.

“I want to fuck you,” he said in his lightly accented English.

She pulled back slightly, gazing down at him. He was large and thick and she purred her appreciation. Caressing him lightly, she was gratified when he seemed to swell and get even harder under her touch.

Without warning he backed her against the wall again and kissed her deeply, circling his hips hard against her. Shoving a knee between hers he lifted her and braced himself. She let out a breathless moan as he pressed inside her, filling her eager pussy with his cock. They were still for a moment, then he began to flex his hips, moving almost imperceptibly inside her. She couldn’t move, legs dangling as they were, so she concentrated on squeezing him tightly with her pussy walls. She focused all her energy on flexing the muscles deep within. He moaned his appreciation of her efforts, savoring each thrust into her hot, tight passage.

He needed both hands to hold her – God, he was strong – but hers were free and she used them to caress his face, his bulging biceps, the hard little nipples. Yuri pushed her against the wall and began pumping into her faster, impossibly deep, filling and stretching her to the limit. She could only hang on, nails making crescents on his back, badges of passion he would wear for days.

Both of them were panting now, racing toward the peak.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come again,” she said in some surprise.

His voice was thick, ragged, “Come again, Victoria. I…want…to…make…you…come…AGAIN!”

Each word was punctuated with another deep thrust. She kept squeezing him, wriggling mindlessly in his arms as yet another orgasm claimed her. Satisfied, he let himself go. He came hard, cock throbbing intensely, pumping into her furiously. His own groan of pleasure reverberated through the enclosure, sending erotic chills down her spine.

She clung to him, body wrapped around his like spaghetti around a fork. Drifting back to reality, she finally realized that cold water was pounding on Yuri’s back. Laughing weakly, she reached out and turned off the shower.

He set her on her feet and kissed her softly on the lips.

“I have thought about you this week, Victoria. I have imagined being together like this. But it was…” he floundered, “krasivaya,” apparently deciding only his native tongue could adequately express his emotion.

“Yes, krasivaya,” she repeated softly, earning a pleased smile.

He grabbed a fluffy towel and dried her off.

“You need to rest now. You do not feel well sometimes, I can see it.”

Bemused, she allowed him to towel-dry her hair and bundle her into a silk nightshirt. She’d always been the tough one, the ambitious one, the one always in charge. It was nice to be taken care of, to be fussed over for a change. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She’d die before admitting it but the romance of it appealed to her. She snuggled sleepily under the covers.

He kissed her sweetly.

“Rest now,” he ordered. “I have to check on my crew. I’ll be back up here later.”

She blew him a lazy kiss as her eyes drifted shut. She was asleep before he closed the door softly from the other side.

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My cousin, Willy, and I were supposedly best friends. We were born within two hours of each other (Willy was the oldest as he kept reminding me) and had remained close all of our childhoods. We were now just turning eighteen and were both excited at being on the formal cusp of manhood.

On this morning we were planning our week ahead which would follow our birthdays at the weekend, although as usual our discussion drifted on to our moms.

Mom and Auntie had always been friends as well as sisters, though they were very different. My Auntie Mary took after my grandmother. She was a beautiful blonde bombshell. Being just over five feet she was small, but with her cute ass and mouthwateringly big tits no schoolboy could see her without drooling.

Mom was physically very different. She took after my tall grandfather with his Italian heritage. She had inherited his height and was just under six foot, only an inch smaller than me. With her long black hair, large bust and a big strong round firm bubble butt she looked like a woman warrior. The boys in our school year had voted her the “most beautiful butt in the neighborhood” for the last three years in a row.

Willy and I had been jacking off for years dreaming of both women. We would spend hours imagining how we would fuck them in different positions. However, we would always finish in agreement that Auntie Mary would have to be on top, whereas mom would have to be taken from behind.

“Just imagine mom’s melons wobbling above you!” Willy would breathe enthusiastically.

“Just imagine spearing mom’s ass!” I’d sigh dreamily.

It was in fact our fixation with the women that had caused the deterioration in our relationships with our moms.

Mom had always been irritated by me. Until I reached my current height I was dwarfed when she stood next to me. As she towered above me, she would look down on me in all senses of the term. I always seemed to annoy her and she had always bullied me. On the other hand she always looked proudly at her nephew, Willy, who unlike me was an arrogant and assertive boy. I loved my mom but at times I hated her. However, my relationship with my mom truly went down the pan when she caught me looking at a picture of her ass. I had a number of pictures of my mom I used to jack off to and I was showing Willy a picture on my computer of mom in a swimsuit. The picture was taken from behind and as Willy was out of the room I zoomed in on mom’s greatest asset. The next thing was mom screaming at the site of my computer screen filled with her butt. It was unfortunate that she recognized the color stripes of the material; otherwise I might have got away with it.

“You are a dirty little pervert!” she screamed and slapped me hard on the face with one hand then the other.

I now knew what they meant by stars swimming in front of your eyes as I tried to clear my vision. As her face came into focus again I saw her eyes gleaming as she said, “I hope that hurt you, because it gave me a lot of pleasure.”

It was ridiculous that I felt intimidated by mom as I was certainly physically now stronger than her.

As Willy had become more assertive Auntie Mary seemed to become nervous of her son. He had quickly grown quite tall and she seemed to find his size intimidating when he was near her. He had a habit of appearing to swagger in front of her. She also seemed to sense that he lusted after her breasts. I was always staring at them as well, but she never seemed to suspect that I, Nicky, was anything but a traditional loving nephew. It all came to a head when Auntie Mary found Willy and me in her bedroom with Willy fondling one of her brassieres. He was holding it to his face and licking the inside of the cups. She screamed in disgust, snatched the bra away from him and shouted to us both to get out.

Willy and I were in a strange position then with our moms, love and hate all mixed up. However, we both had a more straightforward relationship with our fathers.

Mom and Auntie Mary had married two brothers, Nigel and Larry. The brothers were quite well off, owning a local company which had branches in two other states. Our two families were comfortable financially although the two moms complained that their allowances were insufficient for their requirements, particularly their luncheon dates.

Willy and I were both quite fond of our dads, who acted more like well-meaning uncles rather than imposing any paternal authority. For our birthday presents Willy and I now had a pleasant surprise. The brothers had to go on an unplanned trip to one of their other branches the following week. This meant that visiting business associates who had been booked in at a local hotel and spa the following week would no longer need the rooms. As the rooms had already been paid for, our dads said Willy and I could have a room each and enjoy the facilities, making the most of our new eighteen status. The week following our hotel stay Uncle Larry was taking Willy to a Dads and Lads camp. bursa yabancı escort After that Willy was off to University in Pennsylvania, whereas I was attending a local University and would continue to stay at home.

Willy and I were feeling great. We would be staying as male adult guests in a proper hotel. It had a pool, games room, everything, but what Willy and I intended it for was to lose our virginity.

It was a chance in a lifetime for two schoolboys to have two hookers visit them and boy were we going to grab it! We planned our initiation to be on the Thursday.

Willy and I scoured the internet for escorts. We thought of having two girls together but found that the price of such entertainment was prohibitive for the money we had. We only had two hundred dollars between us, which was either a hundred dollar session each or a two hundred dollar deluxe session for one of us with the other watching by computer.

We both had a lust for mature well-built women, rather than someone younger, but the sites seemed so expensive. We were going to give up when, on the Sunday evening of our birthday, a new site appeared.

It wasn’t the most professional site. There was no link to reviews. There were no photographs and it was home visits only. What caught our eyes was the description of the escorts as beautiful mature voluptuous women and the suggestion that the prices were low. The site, Angel Escorts, did not give details of what the women could provide; that could only be obtained from telephoning. The telephone number was clearly a mobile, presumably untraceable. We decided to wait until we were in the hotel before we made contact.

The brothers went off on the Monday morning and Willy and I left in the afternoon to go to our hotel. Our two moms had no idea where we were going. The brothers thought it would be fun to keep it a secret and so did we. Anyway both moms seemed to have other things on their minds when they distractedly waved us goodbye, then walked off together, no doubt discussing their next luncheon date.

When we got to the hotel and booked in our rooms, our plan was to immediately phone the Escort Agency but we were both very nervous. In the end we tossed a coin and I lost. I dialed the number intending to make a booking for Thursday afternoon. I held the phone between our ears so we could both hear. A very husky southern voice answered “Angel Escorts, how can we help you?”

I was so nervous my voice sounded strangled as I croaked out that I would like an escort for the Thursday afternoon. The husky voice sounded very matter of fact when she said that they provided hand relief only and that it would cost a hundred dollars, money to be paid in cash on arrival. She added that she had Nurses available and French Maids and which would I require? I babbled hoarsely that a Nurse would be great. I then gave the hotel details and my room number with the name of Mr. Clinton. The woman confirmed that Nurse Gloria would be arriving at two.

The fact that I would be purchasing a handjob instead of a complete loss of my virginity was a bitter blow for Willy and me. However, the more we thought about having our cocks stroked by a woman, the more excited we became. Now it was Willy’s turn to call, his voice was croaking with the tension.

Telephoning the number, he asked for the visit to be for the Thursday evening. Our husky lady went through the same explanations as she had a few minutes before and he ended up giving his name as Mr. Bush and also asking for a Nurse. The woman confirmed that Nurse Brittany would be arriving at seven.

“You idiot,” I said, “why didn’t you ask for a French Maid to give us variety?”

Willy leant over me, stuck out his lower lip in a determined way and said, “Because I want a Nurse.”

We were a bit tetchy with each other after that but perked up as we planned how we would record the experience. Willy was quite a tech nerd. He would do a lot of skyping at home with one of our other cousins where they would have multiple cameras in each room, showing each other a particular object. Therefore, although our rooms were at opposite ends of the hotel, we would each be able to record and see everything that was going on in the other’s room.

That Monday evening and all of the following two days, although we used all the facilities, including our first sauna, we were unable to think about anything else, We tried to play a computer game that Willy had illegally downloaded but failed to keep our minds on it. All we could think of and discuss was what we would be doing on the Thursday.

Come the Thursday morning we were both a bag of nerves. At half past one we both went to our respective rooms. The hidden cameras were on in my room and I knew that Willy would be watching the scene on his computer, switching as he wanted between camera angles. I guessed he would be naked, ready with a tube of gel to jack off as he watched his cousin get his first handjob bursa sınırsız escort from what I hoped would be a very busty hooker. I just had a bathrobe on.

At two, right on time, there was a knock on my door. Feeling terrified, I rose off the bed and, not wanting to expose myself to the corridor, pulled the door open towards me. I could not see who stepped into my room and who said in that same husky southern voice we’d heard on the phone, “Hello Mr. Clinton, I’m Nurse Gloria.”

As she pushed the door to behind her, we stared in horror at each other. Mom stood there, tall as ever, dressed in a long coat, gazing uncomprehendingly at me. After a few seconds of deafening silence, she said in an attempted matter-of-fact tone, “I heard from your father that you were in this hotel and decided to call in to check you were OK.”

This was my opportunity to acquiesce in her suggestion for her visit and thank her for calling, but in a moment of madness, which I instantly regretted, I quietly answered, “I think you came for a different reason Nurse Gloria.”

Mom’s eyes glared like laser beams as she gritted her teeth and hissed, “I should have known you would ruin anything I try. You are a good-for-nothing little pustule. You are very lucky that I don’t intend to tell your father of this. I am leaving now and I never want to discuss this visit again. Do I make myself clear?”

With that she turned to leave but what I said next stopped her in her tracks. When she had mentioned my father I had winced at the thought of causing him pain and embarrassment, but I put it to the back of my mind as I said, “Dad would be shocked at Nurse Gloria. What about giving me hand relief?”

Mom screamed in her anger then stood there in burning silence for what seemed like many minutes before she hissed, “Right you little shit. I’ll give you your hand relief but in my way.”

The way she said it sounded like a threat and I watched uneasily as she opened a bag she had with her and took out a long cord. Turning back to me, she suddenly gripped both my wrists and tied them together above my head and then tied the loose cord to the bedrail. After checking the cord was secure she put two hands under me and rolled me over onto my front.

I couldn’t imagine how she was going to administer the hand relief with my cock trapped underneath me and I started to panic. I thought of her in a state of fury committing murder, slipping a knife between my shoulder blades. I was about to shout that she was being recorded, when I felt my bathrobe being lifted exposing my ass, followed by a vicious slap on my buttock. Another hard spank fell on my other buttock and a steady stream of smacks then ensued.

I was groaning in pain as mom was breathing heavily from the exertion. She gasped, “I’ve been dying to punish you like this for as long as I remember, but I knew your father would not agree.”

I continued to groan from the pain but also from the fact that my penis had elongated into a hard erection underneath me. As she hit me, I gripped my buttocks in response and the head of my cock rubbed harshly against the sheet.

After a few minutes of her disciplining slapping hands, she paused and rolled me over onto my back, causing my previously trapped erection to spring upright. I groaned in embarrassment and shame. My cock was sticking up like a beacon. The mushroom head was red raw from being rubbed against the sheet.

Mom gasped and exclaimed in a horrified tone, “That’s disgusting! You little pervert!” the tone in her voice sounding as if she felt it was deformed.

After tying me up she had taken off her coat to free her arms for the spanking and now stood there in a white tunic which I assumed was supposed to be a nurse’s uniform. My boner looked huge as it swayed about and she gazed at it in abhorrence.

She clearly now intended to bring things swiftly to an end as she gripped my balls in her left hand and grasped my hot throbbing boner in her right hand. It felt as if a shock of electricity coursed from her fingers through my rigid organ. Mom jacked me hard and swiftly. It seemed only a few seconds before my cock exploded with spurts of cum, the ropes of jizz shooting in the air.

I thought for a moment that she was going to leave me tied to the bedrail, but after a brief hesitation she leant forward and undid the cord. I felt the blood rushing back up my arms as I started to move them at the same moment as Mom slammed the door behind her.

A few moments later I let Willy into my room. “What a wimp!” he sneered.

“You let her spank you and at the end you only got a handjob. You should have been more assertive and insisted on more. Mind you, with that recorded evidence I’m going to have a lot of fun with your mom.”

I felt he was undergoing three emotions; disgust at my wimpiness, excitement at how he could use the recording of what she did to me and a distinct jealousy that my mom’s hands had been görükle escort around my cock.

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Just before seven in the evening I was watching my computer screen which was showing Willy’s bedroom. Willy was lying naked on his bed. His cock was already showing signs of thickening as he thought about the hooker who would be walking into his room. However I felt pleased to see that his boner was smaller than my own.

All of a sudden there was a knock on Willy’s door. Looking more confident than I had, Willy rose off the bed and, like me not wanting to expose himself to the corridor, pulled the door open towards him. He could not see who stepped into his room and who said in a new voice, “Hello Mr. Bush, I’m Nurse Brtittany.”

She was a small woman carrying a black handbag and I couldn’t see her properly until Willy pushed the door to behind her. THERE WAS AUNTIE MARY!

I lay on the bed staring at the screen. She stood there frozen. Her big blue eyes wide with astonishment and horror, staring at Willy who looked equally astonished in front of her. His thickened penis had disappeared to a more normal size.

“What the fuck!” he said, still staring at his mom.

Auntie Mary, whose shoulders had slumped as she’d seen her client, pushed herself erect and said in a small voice, “There’s been a terrible mistake. I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

Willy was now looking curiously at her waiting for her to continue.

“Willy, I’m not a hooker,” she said earnestly. “My..” She hesitated then continued. “My friend and I were short of funds and we thought we might earn some extra money by…” Her voice fell away again.

“This is my first visit and,” she breathed heavily, “clearly this will be my last. I was stupid to think I could do such a thing.”

She seemed to see for the first time that Willy was naked. “Willy, I’m so sorry for this. Clearly lately there’s been a certain awkwardness between us, but for your understanding now and silence I shall always be grateful.”

She sniffed, as if she was trying not to cry, and said as she turned to the door, “I’m so glad that you’re my son,”

When I thought of my mom and Auntie Mary as hookers I was horrified. Then, putting two and two together, I thought of how the website had only just been created and how amateurish it was. Today clearly was to have been their first time and now would also be their last. It was fortunate that it was Willy and me who were to have been their first clients.

I suddenly felt tremendously sorry for Auntie Mary, who was looking very upset, and I was glad that she could now return home thanking her lucky stars that she had been prevented from making a horrendously stupid mistake. Then Willy made his move.

“Just a minute Mom, what about my handjob?”

She stared at him uncomprehendingly.

Willy continued, looking at her smugly, “You came here to provide a service and I expect you to fulfil your side of the bargain.”

Compared with the way I had nervously suggested a handjob, Willy was sounding very confident. She gasped, “Willy, you cannot be serious. I am your mother.”

Willy lowered his voice. “I am deadly serious. You want me to keep quiet and of course I will, providing you give your son a birthday present.”

He started slowly unbuttoning her coat, exposing the nurse’s uniform underneath. “After all it would be horrible for Dad to find out what you intended.”

She stood frozen not believing that it was happening. I felt angry at what Willy was doing to his sweet mom. I was willing her to just push his hands away, tell him to stop and then march out of the door, but she didn’t.

Willy now had all the buttons of her coat undone and, taking her bag from her, pushed her coat off her shoulders so that she was just standing there in her nurse’s uniform. My mom had filled her uniform tightly but Auntie Mary’s bosom bulged the material out.

Willy licked his lips and said, “You make a great nurse Mom, but I think the French Maid outfit would have been even better.”

Willy peered inside her bag. He took out a large bottle of lotion and said, “Now that looks useful.”

As Willy had been looking inside her bag, his mom’s face had been getting redder and redder in embarrassment until she cried out. “Willy, this isn’t funny, just let me go.”

“Yes Willy,” I said to the screen, “Just let her go.”

Willy was now lying back on the bed, having handed his mom the bottle of lotion. He had spread his legs obscenely to expose his genitals which were now showing signs of expectation.

“C’mon Mom,” he said with a leer. “I’ve decided that I now want a blowjob. You can start with massaging my balls and cock. Use plenty of lotion. You never know I might cum from your fingers, then you can go.”

She hesitated for a moment and I felt an instant of hope as I thought she would turn to the door, but then she picked up the bottle and deliberately splashed a ludicrous amount of oil all over Willy’s groin and privates. The oil splashed on the sheets and she had a sneer in her voice as she said, “I hope you can explain that to the room maid!”

The veneer of motherly love had now gone completely as her fingers started massaging Willy’s thighs. She snarled, “you are a first rate shit son Willy.”

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At ten-thirty that evening, Susan stopped by Laura’s bedroom. She tapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Russ Berry called out.

Susan opened the door and walked in. Russ was lying nude on the bed reading, his back propped up on some pillows. His prick had thick black hair and his chest was matted with black hair also.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Berry,” Susan apologized. “I just stopped by to see if Laura had any instructions for me for tomorrow.”

“That’s all right, Susan, and call me Russ, please. Laura is in taking a bath. She’ll be out in a few minutes. Come on over and sit here, on the bed.”

Susan was wearing a man-style shirt with nothing under it, and Russ watched her jiggling tits appreciatively and her white soft thighs as she sat near him.

“I wonder why a man’s shirt makes a woman look so sexy?” he said softly, putting his book down. “It really does something to me.”

Shaken at his sudden interest in her and wanting it to continue, she exclaimed, “Not like what you’re doing to me!” slowly she pulled the book off his lap, exposing his limp prick and the huge hanging balls beneath She gasped. It was truly a monumental cock. It began to harden as she stared at it. Eight inches long, curving upward, and thick in proportion. It was a dark wine-reddish color, deepening in hue toward the end and then flaring out into a flaming purplish-scarlet at the mighty cone-shaped cockhead. Though not entirely erect, his prick was jerking and twitching with open lust.

“Stand up and take off that shirt, Susan. Let’s have a look at you,” Russ said.

“What about Laura?” Susan asked.

“Don’t worry. She won’t mind.”

Susan stood and unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off. It was Russ’ turn to gasp. “Laura said you were the most perfectly formed woman she’d ever seen. That was an understatement. God, Susan, you are magnificent! Truly!” He stared at her tits and thick blond bush.

Susan’s breathing became quicker as she got on her knees between his thighs and steered his massive prick toward her eager mouth. As Susan leaned forward to trap the cockhead in an incredibly erotic oral embrace, Laura walked naked from the bathroom, wiping herself with a towel.

She wondered if Susan would be able to handle all that cock. Russ lay back and sighed when the girl’s fervent lips circled his stiffening cock. His prick felt as big around as a tree trunk going into her mouth. His prick was throbbing with lust, and she was greedily plunging it into her mouth. Susan’s cheeks caved in and seemed to meet the sides of Russ’ cock as she sucked it in. He couldn’t remember ever having such utter pleasure. Susan’s tongue was working its erotic magic, urging his mighty prick to give up it glorious white jizz. The feeling was like fucking into a vacuum cleaner and a dishwasher rolled into one. Frantically, Russ fucked Susan’s face. She tried to draw back to keep from gagging, but his hands were locked in her blond hair, dragging her onto his impaling cock. Oh, how he longed to blow his wad into her mouth!

Laura watched the erotic cocksucking in breathless anticipation. Susan’s ass and hairy cunt were gaping open. Why not? In an instant, Laura got on her knees behind Susan and slowly licked the girl’s puckered asshole and wet, sopping pussy. She ground her face into the densely forested cunt. Laura’s hands massaged Susan’s hanging tits. God, Susan thought, they’re driving me insane!

The blond-headed nymphomaniac was going to suck Russ off. His cock was bursa otele gelen escort buried in her throat. He yelled involuntarily and shot a foaming torrent of jism far into the deepest recesses of the girl’s throat. Hammer blows slammed into his crotch as his cock jerked and spat. His head reeled. He was getting punch-drunk. He was going mad. He was cuming! Susan never missed a stroke in her avid sucking and licking until the enormous prick had given one final, titanic throb and subsided. Susan then carefully cleaned the prick of every last droplet of its salty-sweet jizz. At last satisfied that, if not polished, her tongue had suitably laundered Russ’ penis, the girl lifted her radiant blond head; her eyes widened in amazement and a look of delight crossed her features. Russ’ cock wasn’t deflating! There it stood, stiff as a steel pole, looming over his hairy groin.

“Jesus!” the girl gasped reverently. “AHAHHH! MMMMMMM! Oh my fucking God, Laura! Sweet fucking Jesus! Mmmmmmm! OHHHHHH, you’re making me cum. Eat me! Eat my cunt! Oh ah, God! I’m coooooommmmmiiiiiinnnnggg!” With an uncontrollable scream, she came. She shuddered as climax after climax wracked her womanly frame.

“Now, little girl, you’re going to fuck me! Climb up on this pole of mine!” Russ commanded. Susan got up. She lifted her body to straddle the towering spire of cock. “Is this way okay?” he asked. “Be careful and don’t hurt yourself. It may split your cunt wide open!”

Susan nodded. “I know.” It took a bit of maneuvering for Susan to wedge the tip of Russ’ cock between the lips of her pussy. His prick felt absolutely enormous as it dipped into her tight cunt furrow. Susan bit her lip, closed her eyes, and descended. The great cock slid smoothly in until the huge cockhead was swallowed up.

“Oh God. It’s so big!” Susan gasped. Then the huge prick stopped and Susan winced.

“Maybe I’m too big for you Susan,” Russ gasped. “Here, let me pull it out. We can try another time.”

“Don’t you dare! I’ve got to have it! My cunt is on fire!”

“Okay, then. Just relax for a moment. Let my cock just sit and soak. You’ll open up. Ask Laura. She still has the same trouble once in a while, don’t you, hon?”

Laura smiled, “You big-peckered stud. You just wait. Susan will fuck your eyeballs out!”

Slowly Susan pushed down harder, forcing the monster prick deeper into her pussy. Susan gasped and clutched at Russ’ broad, hairy chest. Her cunt slid down to enfold his entire prick. Down she moved; pain shot through her body. But rather than snapping her out of her haze of lascivious excitement, it whipped her to a fever pitch of desire. Susan fucked herself furiously on Russ’ prick. His cock filled her up and threatened to rip her cunt apart – how could it be so big? The tip of Russ’ prick stabbed into her cervix. She now knew what it was like to be utterly filled with prick.

Russ was fighting off a premature orgasm. He had forgotten what a young pussy was like – but he was being reminded in the most delightful manner. It seemed that rather than her elastic cunt stretching to accommodate his cock, her impossibly tight pussy compressed his prick to fit. It wasn’t possible – but it was happening. Just then a strange forbidden thought crossed his mind – how would his young daughter’s cunt feel? Would it feel like Susan’s or be even tighter? He imagined he was fucking Karen. Perhaps …. Yeah. He was going to fuck Karen one of these fine days! The snugness escort bayan of Susan’s cunt was making Russ gnash his teeth and hold his breath with the effort it took to keep from blowing this lovely chick through the ceiling with his wad. The mighty orgasm of squirting his jism into her throat should have sapped his energy, but it hadn’t. He was as randy and ready as a twenty-year-old, and like a twenty-year-old, he was about to cum off after just getting into her cunt.

Laura was sitting on the bed, fingerfucking her cunt. Russ didn’t have to hold himself for long. Susan’s passion was building up. Her loins were ablaze with passion; the monumental cock within her churning cunt could only satisfy a passion she knew. All she wanted to do now was to cum. And after not more than two dozen strokes of Russ’ great cock, she got her fondest wish. She was humping Russ’s cock for all she was worth. Her breath was sobbing and ragged, her mouth was open in a long scream of passion. Her cheek pressed into Russ’ muscular furry chest. Then Susan’s cunt gave a warning twinge. That delicious log of a prick was driving Susan bonkers. She came and came. It was beautiful! It was all the pleasure a woman could experience. The climax roared out of her churning pussy. Light and color and sound exploded in her skull; she was aware of Russ moaning and twitching as he pumped his prick into her pussy, unable to restrain himself any longer. A cry ripped from her throat.

“AHHHHH! OHHHHHH, you fucking animal! Mmmmm!” Their mutual orgasm held them in an iron grip for several moments. The Susan and Russ clung to each other, exhausted, not daring to believe that more delicious fuck-fests awaited them. All summer long.

“My God, Laura!” Russ smiled. “This little gal is a fuck and a half. Susan, you are a tremendous piece of ass! As good as I’ve ever had. And with a lovely wife like Laura, that’s a compliment, believe you me!”

Susan smiled and lifted herself off his giant cock. Sperm dribbled from her well-fucked pussy. She lay back on the bed, smiling dreamily.

“Now husband, dear! I want some of that!” Laura exclaimed.

“If you can get it hard, you can have it!”

Laura took his cock, which was covered with cunt juice and sperm, in her hand and worked the huge foreskin back and forth. Russ started pushing his hips in and out, fucking her tightened hand that clung to his slowly stiffening cock. Laura smiled, “Yes! God, Russ! And now….” She lay back on the bed beside him, spreading her legs, taking her hand off his prick and opening her arms to him as he sat up. “Now fuck me!’ she whispered urgently. He smiled as Laura pulled him into her. With his hips in place between her thighs, and his fat, surprisingly long cock twitching an inch from her pussy, his head just came up between her tits. She cupped a tit; thrusting the nipple toward his mouth.

“Suck me while you fuck me, tiger,” Laura whispered, smiling. As soon as his lips were fastened on the pulsing tit-bud, she wedged a hand down between their bodies and grasped his familiar, always-beloved cock. She lifted her knees, then turned to watch the moment of contact reflected in the mirror above their bed. Susan leaning on her elbow on the other side of the bed, watched in fascination. Breathlessly, Laura both felt and saw the head of Russ’ cock touch her cuntlips. But then the picture blurred as her entire body convulsed in an involuntary grab for more. The surge of her hips almost bucked him off, but she grabbed mudanya escort his ass, pulling him down and forward, and when her hips spasmed again, his cock plunged halfway in. She was so fucking horny!

“Ohhhhhh, yes, Russ! That’s it! Push it in deep! Fuck my cunt off! C’mon Tiger, don’t hold back! Rape my fucking pussy! Make me cum! AHHHHH Yes! That’s it!” She was feeling his prick with every atom of her being and consciousness, swollen and surging there in the hugging, heated embrace of her cunt. At last, after finger-fucking herself, she now had hot hard cock inside her! Russ kept jerking forward, trying to drive his tingling prick deeper, pounding, stuffing, and probing, in and out, harder and harder.

“Fuck her, Russ1” Susan shouted. “Make her cum! Fuck the living shit out of her!”

Laura felt his hot breath on her tits, felt his suction and tongue pressure on the nipple, felt his thighs buffet her as he scrambled for leverage – most of all, she felt the twitching, turgid throb of his cock and the kneading response of her inner cunt tissues as they clutched and clung to his prick.

“OHHHHH! More! Oh my god! It’s going in so deep!”

With five battering thrusts, he’d driven his cock all the way in, slamming his pelvis into her and sending a new firestorm of orgasm through her devastated body. It was long seconds before she could focus her consciousness again on the depth that his penetrating prick had reached. By then he was jerking his cock out of her cunt a full seven inches, then fucking it in again deep and massive. It filled her to the hilt.

“Ball me, Russ! Fuck me harder! Harder you bastard! Faster! I’m going to ———–” she grunted, mumbling, as his piston-like strokes drove her to orgasm.

He was biting her nipple now, and the pain pushed Laura even farther toward orgasm.

“I hope you’re cuming, you horny little bitch!” he shouted and she felt a molten jet of cum hit her just at the moment that her orgasm peaked.

What a fucking stud her man was! Susan had sucked him off, fucked him, and he still gave her as fine a fucking as she’d ever had. All three lay back on the bed sexually satiated. In a few minutes Laura turned to Susan.

“Russ and I have to be gone for a couple of days. So the kids will be under your control.”

Russ smiled. “You’ll have to keep a tight rein on them, specially Gene, Susan. They may try your patience. But you’re the boss. Remember that.” Then he paused, not certain how Susan would react to his next question.

“We’re having friends over Saturday evening. Our handyman, Wayne, is going to put on a special ceremony for us. Some kind of ancient fertility rite that he believes in.”

“That sounds sexy!” Susan smiled. “What’s it all about?”

“I don’t really know. I’ve never seen one of these ceremonies before. Wayne told me he’d need a passionate young woman.”

“Think I’d fit the bill?” Susan asked provocatively, thrusting out her big-titted chest.

“I think you’d do just fine, don’t you, Laura?”

“She sure would. But you’d better tell her what you told me about Wayne. Maybe she won’t be so anxious!” Laura cocked an eyebrow.

“Wayne is hung like a stud horse, Susan. He’s got a cock that’s at least ten-inches long!”

“Oh, c’mon Russ. No man has a cock that big!” Susan answered.

“I’ve seen it. Wayne and I work out together sometimes. Does that change your mind?”

Susan seemed in deep thought, visualizing the effects in her mind, the brutal fucking effects of a ten-inch cock. “No. You can tell Wayne you’ve found the woman he wants.”

Then Laura rolled over and put her mouth onto Russ’ cock and started to suck. When Susan saw this, she leaned over and started to suck Russ’ cock with Laura too. “OHHHHH, NO MORE, GIVE ME A BREAK!” Russ begged.

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As with all my stories, all characters are at least 18 years old and any forced compliance is pure role-play style fantasy.

You don’t really need to read the previous chapter to enjoy this but it never hurts.

This was written by request for a “fan” of my other stories and strays a little beyond my usual stuff, a bit more aggressive…a bit of “use & abuse”…as per her request.

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My friends and I came home early from a night on the town and discovered Karen, my daughter’s best friend, watching porn on my 65-inch flatscreen. Her feet on the table, shorts and panties around her ankles and finger plunging in and out of her tight little pussy as she moaned for daddy to fuck her. Deciding she needed a “daddy” I snuck up on her, while the others stayed out of sight, and before long was shooting my first load of hot, sticky cum into her soft, teenage mouth.

When she quickly climbed off me and sat up to her knees to look at me her cum smeared mouth dropped open. Her hands quickly moved to try to cover her private bits as she looked around her to see the three other men standing around us, each naked and stroking rock hard cocks ready for her attentions. She gulped nervously as the situation cleared itself in her mind and she realized she knew these men. Chuck Jackson, my neighbor who she’d known since before we moved here, Kyle Ortez, her high school guidance counselor, and Tom Avery, the father of her on-again-off-again boyfriend. All of then had just watched her eagerly take my cum and all of them were ready for their turn.

“Oh my god!” She tried to scramble over the back of the couch to run away.

I wrapped one arm around her waist and stopped her about half way over the couch, my other hand gave her two quick swats across her chubby little ass. SLAP-SLAP!! “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?! Daddy has guests and they want some of you too!”

“NO!” she screamed as she tried to wiggle free of my grasp.

“KAREN!” She stopped instantly when my booming voice shouted her name. “Just like before, if you want to leave, you can. But the minute you stop doing what you’re told, I’m no longer going to be your daddy. It’s entirely up to you.”

She sat back down and snuggled up next to me as if trying to hide herself from the others. She looked around at each of them in turn. Each stood naked respectfully at more than arms reach waiting for my approval to advance, stroking their anxious cocks and staring at he plump, nubile flesh. A gave a subtle nod and they all moved to stand in front of us after moving the table from in front of the couch. Karen snuggled harder against my side. I grabbed her by the wrist and moved her hand to my half hard cock, her delicate little finger wrapped around it as far as they could and she began to slowly stroke it.

“These are the rules,” I began, “if Karen wants to stop, you STOP. Her safe word will be…mommy. Baby, if you really want to stop you say mommy and we stop, you go home, and we never talk about this again. NOTHING that happens here tonight ever leaves here, I don’t even want you talking to each other about it outside this house. You randy bastards may not have anything to worry about but Karen doesn’t need the whole world knowing. Except you, Ortez, the high school probably frowns on gangbanging your students.”

I was fully hard now but Karen kept gently working my warm cock in her hand. I glances down at her and she was no longer trying to hide quite so much. Her head was up a little and she was obviously scanning the buffet of man meat laid out before her. I could tell her free hand was wiggling a bit between her clamped thighs. I leaned down and kissed her on top of the head, she looked up at me with a nervous smile.

“Daddy is the first one to use every hole and nobody cums inside her but Daddy. No one. Daddy’s girl was getting off on that little thing on the video being treated like a dirty cumslut so lets show her what it feels like.”

Tom Avery, her boyfriend’s dad, stepped forward first. He had the typical body of a high school football stud turned lazy middle-aged man…arms and legs thick with muscle but a large, round midsection soft with years of beer and burgers. “I figure since my boy got in here before any of us I get to go first. Get on bursa escort bayan your knees, Karen, get your mouth on this dick.”

She looked at me and I nodded permission. Sliding gingerly off the couch and onto her knees, her hand never left my cock. She looked up at him, “huh…sure…I guess…”

I sat forward and grabbed her gentle but firmly by the back of the neck and turned her toward me. “You speak to your elder with respect, young lady,” I said before giving her a passionate kiss on the lips and turning her back to the task at hand.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said sweetly then turned to look up at her boyfriend’s dad, “I’m sorry, Mr. Avery, I’m ready to suck your cock now if you want.”

Avery’s only answer was to grab her hair roughly and pull her mouth toward his crotch. He pulled her head from side to side rubbing his dick all over her face. It was a couple inches shorter than mine but just a little thicker, she had to open her little mouth extra wide when she wrapped her lips around it and he slammed it in as hard as he could. She gagged a little and looked back at me, a fat cock buried in her face and nervous fear in her eyes. I nodded at her to tell her it would be okay and she went to work on him. One hand on my cock, her security blanket, she used the other to grasp his heavy balls and started to piston her mouth up and down his chubby shaft.

Chuck Jackson moved around and flopped on the couch next to me. He leaned forward, gave a her a couple playful pats on the ass and sat back to watch the show and stroke his skinny pecker. It was definitely longer than mine but I swear he was lucky if it was thicker than a roll of quarters. Ortez got down on his knees behind her, spit a few globs of slipper spit that ran down into the crack of her ass. Then he began rubbing his young, brown prick up and down, riding the groove between her tight ass cheeks as he ran his hands over her young body. His cock was nearly identical to mine, long and fairly thick but where I have a fat cockhead his was tapered….the head actually being more narrow than the shaft itself. Reaching around he cupped her little breasts and teased her tiny, pale pink nipple. She groaned her appreciation around Avery’s cock making him moan along with her.

She released my dick and moved both of her hands around to clutch Avery’s ass cheeks. She thrust her face forward while pulling his hips toward her with all her might. Fast and faster she bobbed on his fat dick. She moaned in excitement. Faster and faster she worked. He tried to pull away but she wouldn’t let him.

“Not so fast! Stop! I don’t wanna cum already!” he cried but she was suddenly very eager to see him cum.

“Don’t you cum in my girl’s mouth, Tom,” I reminded him.

He sighed a disappointed sigh and forcefully removed one of her hands from his ass so he could pull out of her mouth. Barely clear of her lips, his fat stick shot it’s first blob of cum. It splattered up across her cheek. He grabbed his shaft and stroked furiously but only blopped out two or three more shots of cum, not nearly as big as the first, onto her milky white tits. I have to admit, I was unimpressed with his staying power and his meager load, but Karen seemed to enjoy it.

“Mmmmmmm…thank you, Mr. Avery,” she said in a bit of a sing-song as she rubbed the hot wet liquid into her tit flesh. “Did I do good, Daddy?”

“Really good, baby girl. Now why don’t you get down onto your back.”

She did as she was told and I slid from the couch not my knees between her plump white thighs. Ortez moved alongside of her and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth across her nipple. She reached up and started to massage his balls while he jerked himself and rubber it against her. I pushed her knees up toward her chest and got a good look at her dripping wet cunt. I positioned myself closer and rubbed the head of my prick around just inside her slippery opening.

“Daddy, pelisse,” she moaned.

“What, baby girl, tell Daddy what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” she leaned over and licked a glob of pre-cum from the tip of Ortez’s dick. “I want you to put your big daddy cock in my tiny little pussy.”

I smiled at her, she was learning to play Daddy’s little girl very quickly. I was surprised to find myself a little jealous when she broke eye görükle escort contact with me to slurp Ortez’s raging erection into her mouth. I watched her for a minute, the jealously growing as it was obvious how much she was enjoying his dick. Suddenly, I slammed my thick cock into her little pussy, every last inch, filling her violently and completely.

“OOWWW!! Jesus, Daddy! That fucking hurt!!”

I ignored her and slammed it into her again. She groaned again in discomfort but this time from around the thick prick between her lips. She gave me a pouty angry look as her faced bounced back and forth on his member. I slammed in again, over and over never easing up on the aggressiveness of my thrusts. She moaned and winced every time I bottomed out inside her, little tears trickling from the corners of her eyes, but she just rebelliously sucked Ortez’s cock more fervently, she knew she was making me jealous.

“Oh shit!” I heard from behind me. Suddenly, Jackson was at my side working his skinny dick like a madman. “I’m gonna fuckin’ blow.”

“Me too!” Ortez cried as he pulled out of her mouth.

“Oh, Mr. Jackson! Mr. Ortez! Please give me your cum! Cum on me! Cum all over Daddy’s dirty little slut!”

That’s all it took and they both blew almost simultaneously as I continued to pound her cunt angrily. Ortez shot out long, thick, ropey blasts of seed all over her face and neck. Jackson’s cum, like his prick, was thin and sprayed out in short little blasts but it went on for some time, covering her tummy and tits in an impressive glaze of jizz. He wiped the drooling tip of his spent cock on her thigh as Ortez release two final shots of thick goo across the side of her face. I kept on pounding and pounding away at her, I think trying to punish her for enjoying any cock but mine. Out every aggressive thrust now brought a wincing smile from my little girl, she had discovered that she LIKED it rough. I thrust in one more time with no mercy whatsoever, pains scratched its way across her cute face but she giggled in delight simultaneously.

Then I pulled out or her hungry pussy and rose to my feet, I turned to Tom Avery who had been jerking off to the show and was now hard again. “Tom, why don’t you get that stumpy fucking thing in that pussy and see if you can make her cum.”

Karen looked at me and I could read a mix of emotions in her…arousal, disappointment and concern that I was cross with her. I settled back into my spot on the couch, looking deep into her eyes as Avery settled in between her legs and lined his fat, stubby dick up with her hole. As her twat accepted his thickness for the first time I could see her discomfort at behind spread wider than ever before.

“You like that, girl,” Avery asked. It seemed more like a genuine question than a taunt. “Whose cock you like in here better…me or my boy?”

“I…I don’t know, Mr. Avery,” she groaned as he shoved his fat stick into her. “Yours is so much fatter than his.” That was enough for him and he went back to focussing on his cock in her cunt.

Jackson walked toward her head on his knees, his skinny cock hard again already. “Karen, honey, I want you to suck on my balls. OK, sweetie?”

“Mmmmm…yes, Mr. Jackson,” she said as he straddled her head. “You have nice big balls for me to lick and suck.”

Without and other word she went to work, tonguing his balls, drawing them into her mouth one at a time while he stroked the base of his long, skinny dick. From his moans she was doing a good job of it. Avery continued to work his fat dick into her but he was already all flushed and sweaty, he looked as if he was going to cum again and he’d barely gotten started. Karen reached up and moved Jackson’s hand away from his dick and replaced it with both of hers. Her two little hands together barely covered half his length as he began to rock his hips, fucking her fists while she made love to his heavy balls. Suddenly without warning, Avery pulled himself from her eager wetness, took his chubby member in hand and dribbled out two meager blops of seed onto her fluffy brown bush. He shuffled back away from her to lean against the wall exhausted and seemingly a little embarrassed at his performance.

I tapped Ortez on the shoulder and “sent him into the game,” so to speak. Karen and Jackson had slowed or stopped, not affected bursa escort bayan in the slightest by Avery’s exit. Ortez crawled over to her and pinched her cum-slicked nipple just hard enough to make her squirm a little. He moved down between her legs and she lifted her legs to give him better access, she was a little pro at being gangbanged already.

He smacked her sweaty ass a couple times. “No no, baby, get on your knees. I want this culo up in the air.”

“OK, Mr. Ortez,” she said as she obediently complied.

Jackson sat back while she and Ortez repositioned themselves. She was on her hands and knees, wiggling her plump little ass as Ortez slid his big cock into her well-used pussy. He pounded into her very quickly but not bottoming out as I had. She threw her head back and moaned, she was loving it. I saw a light go off above Jackson’s eyes and knew he was ready for more. I was a little surprised to see him get on his hands and knees and crawl backward until his bare ass was in front of her face. She looked at him and then me, I made no indication what I wanted her to be. As her high school guidance counselor drove on and on inside her teenage pussy she shrugged her shoulders like “what the heck” and leaned her face forward toward Jackson’s butt. Brazenly burying her face in the crack of his ass and wiggling her pink, wet tongue against his asshole.

“That’s it, sweetie, get that tongue in Uncle Chucks asshole.” He moaned as she complied. “Good girl. Now you keep doing that while you jerk my cock, okay?”

She pulled her mouth away from him. “Yes, Mr. Jackson. You mean like this?” She shoved her tongue into him as much as she could and vigorously pulled on his pecker like she was milking a cow.

“Oh, fuck yeah, sweetie! You are so GOOD. I hope your daddy lets us play together again sometime.”

She pulled away again, just quickly enough to moan, “mmmmm…me too, Mr. Jackson. I’ll do anything Daddy says is OK.”

I knew right then and there that I was never going to share her again. Not with any man. As long as I was going to be her daddy, I was going to be the only man she’d be making cum. Ortez began to grunt more intensely and Jackson was groaning nonstop, they were both almost to the end. Karen’s was close too, I could hear it in every whimper and see it in every movement. Jackson was first, he almost couldn’t get turned around quick enough to keep from wasting his load on the floor. But he managed to spin around and shoot another impressive load of his water seed all over her face. As he fell back Karen and Ortez fucked harder, faster, each racing toward a climax. Ortez looked at me, my look let him know my rule still stood, no cumming inside of Karen,

“Oh jeeeezus fuck, Mr. Ortez! Oh goddam! Please! Please don’t stop! Please! I NEEEED to cum, Mr. Ortez!”

He had no choice, he pulled out and shot another huge load of thick white cum all over her pale skin. This time across her back and butt. Pulse after pulse it rained down on her until he was spent. He fell back panting. Karen was panting too, whining, her arms collapsed and her head and shoulder fell to the floor her lovely little ass still high in the air.

“Damn!” Ortez huffed.”I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t hold out any longer.”

“It’s…okay, Mr. Ortez…I just…I…” she exhaled defeated, “It’s OK.”

Avery was the first to quickly dress and go, scarcely making eye contact as he did so. I called after him to remind him the NO ON, especially his son, was to hear of the nights events. I had picked Karen up off the floor and laid her little cum covered body down on the shirt I’d spread out on the couch. She laid there dreamily toying with her clit, still aching to cum but not quite recovered enough to put in the effort. Ortez and Jackson each found clean spots on her face and gave her gentle kisses and thanked her for an amazing night. She smiled and thanked them back.

“Mr.– I mean, DADDY,” she caught herself before she could slip out of the roleplay, “did I do something wrong? You seemed kinda mad at me.”

I lifted her legs and sat down so that they laid across my lap and I took over rubbing her clit. “Not mad, baby girl, just jealous.”

“REALLY?!” She spread her legs a bit and weakly rolled her hip up toward my hand.

“Oh, hell yes. You’re not fucking another man as long as you want me for your daddy, I can’t stand it again.” I slid a couple fingers into her pussy and she was happy to have them.

“Daddy? I still reeeeeally want to cum.”

“Well,” I said moving my fingers faster, “there IS still one hole Daddy didn’t get to christen yet.” Her eyes grew wide. “You game, baby?”

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“Well, how was work today, honey?”, my wife asked.

“I show up and they keep paying me, so I guess I’ll just keep showing up.”

My wife, Debbie, laughed and gave me a deep kiss. As she did that, she reached into my blue jeans and started playing with my cock. Her hand started to pump up and down on my shaft.

“Oh, oh. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m just about to — Mmmppphhh —.” Debbie slapped her hand over my mouth. As usual, I was speechless.

A satisfied groan escaped my lips as my wife kept her hand over my mouth. A cum stain spread across the front of my jeans as Debbie worked her hand up and down my throbbing unit. She laughed as I poured out semen.

“You worthless piece of shit!”, she said. “You couldn’t even hold out for a minute? What’s wrong with you?”

The thrill of having your wife talk to you like your less than shit is not something that mainstream society understands. Not that I care. My wife had just given me for free, what other men paid her hundreds of dollars an hour for.

My wife is what you would call a “M.I.L.F.” She just turned 40 but she can pass for 30. Her hair is long and blonde. She weighs 110 pounds, stands 5 feet 9 inches tall and measures 36-24-36.

She’s taller than me, slightly older than me, and she is my mistress and I am her slave. She earns more money than me, too, so she has economic power over me as well. She owns the house we live in and my wife has made it clear that if I don’t like things as they are then I can leave. She holds all the cards.

I first met Debbie when I answered an ad in the adult personals that said, “Mistress Porno looking for slaves.” I spent $500.00 that first night. I spent most of it tied and gagged in her basement. From that point, forward, I was hooked.

I literally begged her on my hands and knees to go out with me. She laughed at me and asked me if I had any idea how many pathetic creeps like me asked her out. I told her I would do anything for a date with her … anything.

I spent the next seven nights in a row tied and gagged in her car. Sometimes, I would be allowed to service her pussy with my mouth as she drove through the cavernous streets of downtown Chicago. Sometimes, I would be put in the trunk by her and I would spend the evening alone tightly tied and securely gagged while she serviced her clients in the front seat.

I know that this must sound crazy to a lot of people but the sex between us has been fantastic! The fact that other men were constantly touching my wife only made things better. I am her slave and I cannot say no to her.

After a year of bondage and dating, we finally got married! All our wedding guests on her side were from the “bondage community.” All the wedding guests on my side were clueless as to what my new bride’s occupation really was.

Debbie kept up her full appointment schedule after we got back from our honeymoon. She was making hundreds of thousands in a year. There was no way she was going to let go of that money!

I am pretty much what you would call a “kept” husband. I don’t have to work but I do, just to keep active. My main job is to drive our two Altyazılı Porno bratty kids around during the workday. After all, why should they use their own gas when they can use mine, right? And I shouldn’t even call them kids since they are both in their early 20’s.

Our daughter, Dawn, is the mirror image of her mother, very bossy and is about to join her mother’s business. Our son, Peter, is pretty much the mirror image of me, black hair, 5 feet 8 inches, 160 pounds. Sexually, he’s about as freaky as I am. He likes when his girlfriends boss him around but sometimes he bosses them around.

I joke to my wife and say that Peter is a “switch hitter.” A mixture of dominant and submissive.

“Oh, baby. You know I didn’t mean to call you names.” Debbie “broke character” and started hugging and kissing me the way most wives kiss their husbands.

The kitchen door swung open and in walked the kids. My daughter, Dawn, sat next to me on the couch. She was dressed in a halter top, short shorts and a pair of high heels.

“Hi, Daddy.”, my daughter said as she kissed me on the mouth. She held the kiss for about five seconds. In that five seconds, I smelled the expensive perfume she wore. I stole a glance at her perfectly tanned and toned thighs.

My erection was back in a flash! I didn’t care if she was my own daughter, she was hot! She gave me a knowing smile as she pulled back from her kiss. She knew what she was doing to me!

My son looked over at my wife, his mother, and complimented her on the gorgeous black bikini she was wearing, the bikini that I had Brazzers bought her. The next thing I knew, my wife was in my son’s arms and he was kising her on the mouth for 30 seconds. I listened as my wife moaned with obvious pleasure as our son stuck his tongue down her slender throat.

“Oh, baby. You taste good!”, my wife giggled as our son released his hold on her.

“I could just squeal with delight!”, said my wife.

“Don’t do that. What would the neighbors think? I guess I’ll just have to keep you quiet, Mom.”

And just like that, my dominatrix wife became submissive putty in the hands of our son! He put his hand over his mother’s mouth and pressed down hard. Debbie moaned with pleasure under our son’s hand as he held it over her mouth.

Dawn teased her brother.

“Look at Peter. He’s “kidnapping” Mom.”

I thought to myself.

“What did I expect?” If two people as sexually “freaky” as me and Debbie had kids, how could they turn out any other way but freakier than us; maybe even freakier?”

Since I was the submissive one, I didn’t usually cover my wife’s mouth. Usually, when I do, she slaps my hand away. Holding my hand over my wife’s mouth was something that I got to enjoy on a limited basis only. But here was my own Son covering my wife’s mouth and here she was, clearly enjoying a “handgag” from her son more than a “handgag” from her husband.

Watching my son hold his hand over my wife’s mouth was turning me on. I wanted to “handgag” her myself!

“Peter, you pervert! I can see your hard on from here. Are you getting off on our Mom?”, asked Dawn.

I could tell that Dawn and Peter were about to get into another one of their loud arguments. I made a decision in the flash of an instant. I stepped up behind my daughter and clamped my hand tightly over her mouth!

I tried to guess what might happen next!

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I was shutting up my truck when mom came home. She walked up and gave me a big hug. Suddenly I was taken with how hot my mom was. She’d always worked hard at her body, trying to keep it as lithe and seductive as Amber’s body was hot and slutty. “Hi mom. Lookin’ fine, I must say. What about me?”

I did a little turn in my tank top and shorts for her and laughed. “Not bad, Matt, not bad.”

Just then Amber walked out of the house and said “Well, mom, I see you’ve found our yummy college boy too.” The impish grin on her face told me she was trying to give away nothing and everything all at the same time. She was wearing a pair of tiny tight soccer shorts and a cropped belly tank top.

“Amber! Get your ass inside! You can’t come outside dressed like that the whole neighborhood will think you’re a slut!”

“Mom, maybe you should just let her parade around like that. She goes out in public like that and she’ll find out all about how sluts get treated.” I shot Amber a lusty wicked glance, figuring she would like that thought.

“Hmm…well…nevermind I guess. I think in celebration of what may be my last summer with both of my babies, I am taking you two out to dinner. Go get dressed. No jeans!” She playfully yelled as Amber and I bounded off for our rooms. I opted for a dark blue dress shirt and some khakis, and upon my return to the living room was rewarded with not only a surprise in terms of women getting ready for a night out, but what they were wearing too. Mom had on a deep red dress that hung to her curves. The spaghetti straps over her shoulders revealed that she was not wearing a bra and watching her standing and talking to Amber with her back to me, made me question whether she was wearing any underwear at all. Then as Amber pointed to me, mom stepped aside and turned to look. I was almost dead with the view Amber provided. She was wearing a white sundress with light blue flowers on it, and from a good look at her, I was SURE she was wearing no underwear of any kind. The dress was just that see through. I guess she’d taken my advice about dressing like a slut in public, and since mom hadn’t said anything that I’d heard, she must have been okay with it.

“Well ladies? Shall we? How lucky can a guy be? A night on the town with two ravishing beauties. I smiled through the conversations as I drove to the restaurant mom had picked. Porno The conversation was pleasant all through dinner and we were relaxing a bit considering dessert when Amber got up to use the restroom. Mom slid into the seat beside me and said “I sure could use one of your fabulous massages tonite.”

“Why wait?” I turned her so she sat facing out of the booth with her feet hanging off the end and began to gently massage her shoulders and neck. “How’s that ma?”

“Mmm…devine. I do so hope you’re not planning on just working my shoulders and thinking you’ll be able to go out for the night. I need more. In fact, maybe we’ll just go home and skip dessert if Amber doesn’t mind. I’m ready for a proper rub down.” She cooed and moaned softly as I continued to work from the base of her skull all the way down her arms and back.

“You know, a proper massage requires a lack of clothing mother.” I said, figuring I might get a good look at her naked like I hadn’t had since before high school. Amber returned just then and she seemed to have had the go home bug too, since she suggested it. The return home was uneventful, except for Amber playing with herself in the back seat and trying to keep me distracted every time I looked in the rearview mirror.

Mom headed upstairs to grab massage lotion and a blanket, she returned with those and a mat from the exercise room. She laid the mat and then the blanket down. When she was kneeling on the mat, she slipped her dress over her head, revealing just a tiny pair of burgundy thong panties. I tried not to stare at her ass as she lay down and then turned to me “Well big boy?”

Mom lay there with her face toward the TV, parallel to the couch. I ran up to my room and slipped into a pair of shorts, forgoing the encumbrance of boxers. When I returned mom was tapping her foot impatiently on the floor while Amber flipped the channels disinterestedly. As I crouched down in a squat, my ass barely touching mom’s while most of my weight was on my feet, mom said “’bout time. Was going to call for a pizza soon.” We all had a good laugh at that after the great dinner. I spread lotion on my hands and started to work over mom’s upper back. As my hands began to approach her lower back after several minutes, I scooted back and rocked down to my knees. As I did so my cock, by now totally hard, nestled itself Altyazılı Porno in mom’s asscrack, right up against her thong. Just two tiny layers of cloth between my head and her asshole. Every time my hands would even just graze her ass, my cock twitched between her cheeks. Once she moaned and wiggled against my cock. I’d assumed it was just to get comfy, but I wondered.

Once again, I had to slide further back. This time my cock pressed right between her inner thighs, just an inch or so from her pussy. Now she was wiggling rather regularly as I slipped one of her legs outside mine with the intention of not neglecting the inner muscles of her thigh. As I sat there watching my fingers move over her legs like that I was struck with how easily I could “accidentally brush my fingers over her panty covered pussy. So I did. When the coo that replied was a bit louder than any other, I made sure to brush my thumb the same way several more times. Eventually I started to work down her legs, but mom still squirmed like I was rubbing her pussy. I noticed a bit of a wet spot on her panties as I backed off allowing light between her legs. After working her calves and feet I started to work back up her legs. I looked to my right to see Amber fingering herself, her dress pulled up around her waist and down to reveal her tits. One finger slowly playing her clit while the other hand cupped a tit to her lips. I must have paused longer than I thought because the next thing I heard was a gasp.

“AMBER!! What the hell are you doing?”

“Well, mom, I’m masturbating.”

“I see that, why? Why here?”

“Because I was here, and if that massage was any more sensual I’d be cumming. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice mom. I heard you.” She kept her fingers moving inside her as she flicked her tongue over her nipple again. “Now, why don’t you get all the way naked for Matt so he can massage you inside and out.” She stood up at that moment and dropped her dress. “Go on mom, you used to let him see you naked all the time. What changed? You find cum stained sheets or something?”

“AMBER!,” mom screamed again, and I was at a loss. But then mom stood up as if to confront Amber and I had to scramble off her. They stood face to face for a moment then Amber stooped down and pulled mom’s panties to the floor.

“Mom. Such Brazzers a pretty pussy you have here. All shaved and bald like mine.” She turned mom around and held her hands to show me. “Isn’t it nice Matt? Do you like it as much as mine? Well, that’s not fair, hers hasn’t had the test drive like mine did yet. Oh yes, mom, Matt and I were fucking wildly before you came home tonight. And now, you two are going to do it for me. And when you’re done, I’m going to join in.”

Mom seemed about to object, but Amber reached out and yanked my shorts down revealing the throbbing purple member hidden there. “Oh fuck.” She gasped as it bounced up and down.

Then Amber knelt and licked it up and down for a few moments. “Mmm…and such sweet cum he has. You’ll just have to taste for yourself. Now how do you want her Matt?”

“Just like I had you the first time Amber.” And then Amber pushed mom onto the couch and pulled her legs back. I knelt with my knees under mom’s ass and thrust my cock into her as Amber settled her legs over my shoulders. I pulled back and thrust into her again. Amber leaning over our joining and watching intently, then she pulled back and I could see the look of lust and loss of control on mom’s face.
“Oh god Matthew! Please stop.” But when I didn’t she didn’t object anymore. In fact, in just moments she wasn’t screaming, she was just moaning my name over and over as I started to plow her cunt faster and faster.

“Okay bro, you want her to cum hard?? I’m gonna suck her tits, you play with her clit and let’s make her cum.” I reached down and started to finger mom’s clit while Amber started to suck at one then the other nipple. My thrusts became more insistent as I felt the pressure in my balls building.

“Oh god you two, I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmmming!!” Mom screamed as her body was wracked with orgasm. Her pussy clamped down tighter on my cock and started to milk it. That was all I could handle, and I started to cum too. My cock spraying more and more hot sticky seed inside her with each and every thrust.

“Oh damn mom…oh god that was so hot. Oh fuck.” I slowed my thrusts and leaned back a little. Amber leaned toward me and licked mom’s clit and then ran her tongue over my cock as it glistened with pussy juice and cum.

“Jesus, you two are hot together. Let’s see what happens when I join in.” She pushed me back off mom and then started licking mom’s pussy. And just like I had done earlier she gathered the mixture in her mouth and offered it to mom like I had to her. She purred as mom lapped it up. Then she pulled back.

“It’s going to be a wonderful summer.”

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I was on my back, watching Cara aggressively ride me. Her 40DDD’s bounced and jiggled along with her, a sight that I loved so much. They worked in reverse of each other. Cara raised up, her tits went down. She’d slide down my cock, her tits went up. I didn’t try to constrain them from their natural motion. Cara liked watching me watch them as she fucked me. As she brought me ever so close to another orgasm, I couldn’t help but dream about her giant breasts.

The Triple D’s, as I liked to call them, could also be classified as 38F’s or 42DD’s (as I had found out) if you wanted them to sound either more exotic or larger. Every guy knows A through D and maybe Double D, but when you throw in an F, you enter a whole new ballpark.

Cara and I hadn’t been able to get together for some time. And with the added excitement of everything that had recently transpired, Cara and I both longed to reunite.

With Jessica’s embargo on me for almost a month, the tension between Cara and I when we were around each other had to be apparent. When it was their aunt Janet that broke through that embargo, and not Cara, made this weekend what it was.

It helped a lot that Damon had been called out of town for work a few days ago.

Cara hadn’t been home since.

“It’s been WAY to long since Thumper’s been inside of me,” Cara had growled the first time she had taken me on Friday. She had literally stepped through the front door and, in under ten minutes, was stripped down and fucking me.

Cara smiled down at me now and moaned. “Do you like that baby?” She was taking everything I had to give and grinding back and forth. She had told us the night before that she’d had more orgasms in 48 hours than her husband had given her in 48 days. Jessica and I had both beamed with pride.

Sex with Cara was always amazing, no matter the position we were in. Being a larger woman, somewhere past 190 pounds, Cara had the curves to make me drool constantly. I was beginning to think my favorite position was doing her from behind while she was in between another girl’s legs, eating her out. We’d gotten into that position a surprisingly amount of times. With Aunt Janet. I moaned at the memory. And of course there was with Jessica. I had cum more times inside Cara this weekend while she ate out her sister.

But nothing beat where I was now.

Cara’s weight made the bed work as she fucked me. She took my cock with vigor, as if it were going to disappear and she would be left empty.

Well, that part was kind of true. Her husband was due back home tomorrow so her reckless fucking abandon ended when the clock struck 12.

I held on to Cara’s thick waist and let my arms move freely with her. I licked my lips wanting to devour her bouncing flesh above me. This made her smile and giggle as she worked herself closer to another orgasm.

“I don’t know why this cock makes me cum so much,” she had said the night before. Her sarcasm made Jessica laugh while she sat on her sister’s face.

“You’re welcome sister,” Jessica moaned.

Cara bent forward towards me, her breasts playing with physics as they hung further away from her body. I couldn’t help myself as I went to feast. It’s what she wanted me to do anyways. I took her left nipple into my mouth as my left found her right and my right hand played and squeezed her ass.

Cara moaned a little as I sucked, her body involuntarily jerking forward, grinding against the base of my cock. When she rocked backwards, forcing me to follow to keep her nipple in my mouth, Cara got what she wanted as my cock pressed tightly against her g-spot.

“Like a magnet,” Cara had said. “It always finds it.”

She pushed me back down so she could continue her ride. Cara placed her hands on my chest as she began to slowly pull up and fall back down. With me constantly hitting her spot, it wasn’t long before the speed picked up.

“Right there!” Cara moaned to no one in particular. She had full control over what and where she was getting. “FUCK!”

Cara threw her head back and moaned at the same time as the bedroom door latch popped and began to open. Neither of us turned to see who was coming in. But we both knew whom it was and it only made our fucking hotter.

“Jesus! Do you ever stop?” Jessica asked quickly shutting the door. She was holding a shopping bag in one hand while the other clutched her waist.

“I couldn’t help it,” Cara moaned. “I was laying on the bed and your boyfriend jumped between my legs.”

Jessica laughed at her sister. “And how did you get into this position? Roll over and accidentally fall on Thumper?” She emptied the contents of the bag onto the night stand as Cara continued to fuck me.

“I had to get in one last ride before I had to go home,” Cara said. “Come here and I’ll thank you for a great weekend.”

I watched as Jess came to her sister and they kissed. For a second I thought Cara forgot where she was was while her lips pressed against Jess’. But then she ground back and forth against me and I knew otherwise.

Jessica watched Porno as her sister picked herself up and then dropped back down my cock. Cara’s bouncing breasts hypnotized us both but then Jess said, “You’re lucky no one heard you two while I was gone.”

Again, Cara took everything I had inside of her while she turned to her sister and smiled. “Everyone in this room knows that they are too busy to worry about the fucking noises coming out of your room.”

What Cara was talking about quickly revved up both her and Jess’ sexual engines. The bed we were currently fucking in, and had been all weekend, was located in Jessica’s old room at her dad’s house. Cara and I had done a quickie earlier yesterday in her old room, but that was beside the point.

“I still cannot believe it,” Jessica said shaking her head.

Cara had stretched out her right hand and had begun to feel up her sister through Jess’ yoga pants. Jess obediently shuffled forward to make it easier on Cara.

“I wouldn’t have either if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes,” Cara said as she gently rubbed her sister’s pussy.

Jessica sighed softly as her pussy got stroked. She placed a hand on Cara’s naked breast, either in support or as a returned thank you. I watched as she gently pinched and pulled at Cara’s nipple before she tried supporting and squeezing the entire breast.

“And then you make me your errand girl so you can keep fucking my boyfriend,” Jessica said with a fake pout. “I got your birth control by the way. We wouldn’t want you skipping too many days.”

Cara shook her head and laughed. “With as much cum as your boyfriend has been pumping into me this weekend, I’d better double the dose!”

Soon Jessica was as naked as Cara was. I was about to finish when Jess crawled above me and lowered herself onto my face. It was the third different pussy that I’d gotten to eat this weekend as I feasted hungrily.

“God he’s so good at that,” Jessica moaned.

“I haven’t heard any complaints from any of us this weekend,” Cara returned. “And look what he started back up with them.”

As I felt my balls begin to tighten and my fuse about gone, I swept my tongue up to Jessica’s asshole as our weekend long signal that I was coming. Cara felt my initial release as she picked up her fucking pace. She rode me through my orgasm and only stopped when she no longer felt my volcano erupting. I moaned and grunted into my girlfriend’s ass as my tongue continued it’s assault.

Cara kept fucking herself while I slowly deflated. As soon as I felt the rare cold air outside of her pussy, Jessica was also gone and I could once again see the ceiling.

In a move that had happened all weekend long, Cara quickly dismounted me and was on her knees with her ass in the air. I watched as Jessica crawled underneath her sister’s big ass and began catching my dripping cum. More times than not, the sight of my bare chested girlfriend’s hands playing over her sister’s ass while she drank from the tap, only caused me to get hard again.

And having Cara cleaning off her juices from my cock with her mouth didn’t help either.

As Jessica brought Cara to another hard earned orgasm, I relished on the weekend that was. Jessica and I had decided to make it a long one and stay at her dad’s and take off of work Thursday and Friday. Cara had joined us Friday afternoon. Before Cara had arrived, Jessica had offered me to their aunt Kim, who had announced more than once that she had an itch that only a man could scratch.

Jessica had jumped at the chance, but no one knew that Kimmy actually had a man in mind.

What Cara and I had seen Friday night fueled the sex for everyone for the rest of the weekend, and probably even further in the future.

Maybe I should start from the beginning.

Jessica and I had said goodbye and left her dad’s Sunday after breakfast, but not after Jess had promised her aunt Kim that we’d stay over the following weekend too. We had all had a great time hanging out, so why not keep the party going, right?

“We should take Thursday and Friday off and make it a long weekend,” Jessica said from our bed Monday morning. “Do you think you could do that?”

I ran some things through my head and told her I had plenty of vacation coming so I didn’t see why I couldn’t.

“Do you think Thumper can handle four days off?” Jessica purred. “Or four days of getting off?”

I had no idea what she had going through her head, but it had the normal affect on my groin. I took a step towards her, making her smile but shaking her head.

“I think I’ll have Diane take care of that today,” Jessica said while an evil grin spread across her face.

I spent most of the day wondering what Jess had in store for me. Every time Diane passed by or came into my office, I thought for sure she had just gotten off the phone or had just received a text from Jessica and we’d be soon playing grab ass, or maybe even more.

I love my girlfriend and I loved the fact that I walked around aroused all day Altyazılı Porno because of her. What other man could possibly say that?

My sexy, get in trouble with me, down for everything assistant Diane fluttered in just after lunch and I knew we were on. Since last week when Jessica told Dye to remove her underwear and let me grab her bare ass, we could both sense and feel the sexual tension that revved up every time we were in the same room. And it only got worse the closer we were to each other.

We both commented that we hoped no one else picked up on the vibes we were sending each other.

“There’s no way,” I said shaking my head. “Drew would totally bag me if he thought you and I had something going on.”

“Totally?” Diane laughed. “Are you 16 again?”

Diane is the hottest almost 50 year old or around there that I had ever encountered. How she was single I never understood. The only thing I could come up with was her dominant, take charge personality that a lesser man couldn’t handle. Attractive, with a smoking body, smart as hell and very loyal. Those traits endeared her to me.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

I found myself always trying to be close to her when we were in the office. I’d find an excuse to be somewhere where I didn’t need to be. I’d go up in the same elevator as her just to be side by side with her in an enclosed box.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Dye smirking a tiny bit as she whispered to me.

We hadn’t been able to do the shake of the day like we had planned to do mid-morning. Thanks to Jessica, deep inside of my desk stashed next to paper clips and other office supplies, were the three dice, two purple and one pink. Her tease of a game had Diane and I on edge, and we’d only been playing for a few days.

A card with the rules was in Dye’s possession. We thought it a good idea if we kept the two naughty entities separated, like the Gate Keeper and the Key Master.

We weren’t allowed to do anything else with each other, other than what we rolled. It soon became an ending tradition to our morning meetings that we’d give the dice a roll. It forced us to work and to get through that work as we sat dangerously close and alone together. It actually proved to be a concentrating force and not a distraction.

Only because of Diane though, I was a hard, drooling mess most of the time.

But this morning we weren’t able to roll because Stephanie had to sit in the meeting with us so we could go over an account that she was currently heading. As I sat between them, a point in a triangle that all blood flowing men would give an arm to be in, I couldn’t help but think of all the sorts of trouble I could get myself into with the two.

“Were you thinking about Stephanie and me this morning?” Dye grinned as she stood in front of me. Dye was wearing her auburn hair done up in a high pony tail today. More than once I had imagined grabbing hold of it while I did her from behind. Her one size too small, zipper in the back, black business skirt didn’t help with that fantasy either. It literally hugged her greatest asset like I’d never seen before. How she got into the thing was anyone’s guess.

“I can’t lie and say no,” I said with a wicked grin. “Every man in the world would not forgive me.”

Diane shook her head while her hands were on her hips. “Roll the dice Casanova.”

I took the three dice in my hand without taking my eyes off of her. Her amazing breasts were there for the taking just as her ass was. God had given this woman everything. I was pretty amazed when, with her shirt on, Diane had stood in front of me without a bra on. With how big they were and her age, they had held up perfectly.

My cock stirred a little bit as the dice hit my desk with an audible clink.

Diane gave an audible gasp as two out of three landed.

Touch on one and Thump on the other.

Then the third dropped. Elevator.

I grew harder as my eyes traveled up from my desk to Diane. Her mouth gaped open as her eyes bore into my desktop.

“Wow!” is all that Dye could manage.

“Wow what? Did you get to see it DD?” Stephanie’s voice suddenly cut through the heavy air of my office. Dye jumped at the sudden intruder while I scrambled to sweep the dice into a drawer. Luckily Steph had spoken before she’d really gotten inside the door, which gave me a few extra seconds.

Diane half snarled, half growled, “What could you possibly be talking about Stephanie?” But she quickly regained her composure and sent me to the moon. “I’ll get a hold of her and let her know the results. I can’t wait.”

I watched as Dye left, her ass swaying with extra effort, possibly for Steph’s benefit as much as mine. When she was out of sight, I turned my focus to Stephanie. “You are such trouble!” I said with a laugh.

“You have no idea, Tony,” she said with a grin. “Want to go find out?”

I shook my head and smiled. The trouble with Stephanie was that she reminded me so much of Jessica’s cousin Nikki. With the perfect legs and Brazzers butt, gorgeous face, Steph was a head turner as much as Nikki was. Stephanie liked wearing tall heals that accentuated her legs, making them seem longer. Occasionally she’d wear skirts that ended above her knees and when she did, not a whole lot got done in the office that day. But for the most part she dressed business appropriate.

“What can I help you with?” I asked. I was staring and she knew I was staring. She gave a giggle and laid a folder down on my desk.

“I need this looked over and signed,” she said.

I opened it up and looked at what was inside. “Dye could have done that for you.”

Steph shrugged. “But then I wouldn’t be in here talking to you.” Her eyes were filled with evil. “And I got to chase DD out of here. It’s like a sport for me.”

She turned on her heel and went towards the door. “I don’t want her to have you before me.”

And then she was gone.

Just before 5 o’clock, my phone buzzed. I had been eagerly waiting the entire afternoon for Diane to come back and to hear what Jessica had to say about our shake of the day. If it held up, Dye would get to touch my cock in the elevator. The mere thought made me want to play with myself. And then thoughts about how long she got to feel me and if I should get myself hard before she did.

Of course you’ll be hard before, dumb fuck, my inner devil conscience screamed. This gorgeous goddess gets to cop a feel of your prick.

“Can you get away tomorrow? I need you.” The text was from Jessica’s aunt Daniella. My heart started racing.

I fumbled through my response, my thumbs suddenly like rolls of quarters as blood drained southward. As I hit send, Diane walked into my office.

“Ready to head out, Boss?”

I waited for her to tell me about her conversation with Jess, but she didn’t. I studied her for tells as I gathered my things. She seemed eager to get to the elevators so I took that as a good sign. The fact that we were the last two on our floor to leave seemed to bode well too.

“Did you have a good day, Boss?”

I turned to Dye, who faced towards the elevator and wasn’t looking at me. I started to grow with anticipation of either great joy or a tremendous let down. “Yeah, I guess. Decent for a Monday.”

I was still curious about what could possibly happen when the elevator doors opened with three people already in the car.

An uptight Diane twitched and quickly said, “Whoops, I forgot something. We’ll take the next one, sorry.” Purely for show, Dye turned around as if she was heading back towards the office as the doors began closing. I watched as every set of eyes on that car gravitated towards Dye’s ass until the elevator continued down.

There had been two guys and one girl on the elevator.

“What the hell?” I asked with a laugh.

“Just shut up and hit the button again,” she snapped. “I got nervous.”

“About what?”

“You’re about to find out.” The elevator bell dinged, signaling it’s arrival.

This time it was empty.

Diane pulled me into the car. “Through the pants only.”

“Huh?” I questioned, wondering if she had misspoken or if she wasn’t talking to me at all.

I stepped into the elevator, away from the control panel and turned around when I got to the back wall. As I did, Diane was on me. Facing me and less than a foot apart, her eyes guided her right hand to the front of my pants. I stood watching, my eyes moving from her face, down to her hand.

Her concentration was purely on what she was about to do. And when her hand touched down and I felt her first contact with my curious cock, I watched her gasp. She had my whole package in her hand as she began rubbing and grabbing at it. I felt myself getting harder with her touch and I knew she was feeling it too.

“Oh,” Diane breathed quickly. The pad of her hand pressed against my growing shaft as she followed the indent of my penis.

Her pawing became more aggressive, forcing me to back up until my back hit the wall. She was feverishly groping me when I asked, “Should one of us press the button?” The doors of the elevator were closed, but with no one else demanding it’s service, the car remained on our floor.

But Dye wasn’t listening. Her fingers were playing along my shaft, exploring their way down towards the tip. Her eyes never left what she was feeling up.

“Oh my God!” she murmured to no one.

Thoughts of freeing myself and letting her grab me without my pants there to be a barrier raced through my head. But then Diane’s words finally registered to my brain. Jessica wanted her to feel me, but only through my pants. She hadn’t given Diane permission to truly feel me.

By now, my cock wanted out as it pressed against my pants, not liking the constriction. I placed my right hand on the small of Diane’s back. I let it creep down to her ass as I watched her enjoy herself.

“Jesus Christ, you’re huge!” Diane said as her fingers played around with the mushroom head. Her thumb and fore finger pinched and played with it as my size began registering in her mind. She went back to the shaft, traveling back down, pressing my cock against me. She was getting a good assessment of my girth and I could tell she was beginning to get ideas.

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