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The Bond

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You’d have to say there was something odd about Elaine and Phillip. Perhaps the oddness is best described as a lack of humor. Neither of them made friends easily, and neither showed any evidence that friendship mattered to them. They both worked at their respective tasks diligently, she at a computer in an office all day and he finishing high school. One could easily tell that they were mother and son, physically as well as by personality. “Average” would describe their appearances, if not their personalities. But behind their blank features lurked deeper similarities not hinted at. Emotionally, they were damaged, and sexually, they were smoldering.

Elaine’s story is one of disappointment in relationships, alienation from family and the rest of humanity, deep sadness, and longing. It began with her parent’s lack of normal affection for the child who appeared, unwanted, near the end of her mother’s childbearing years. All the available love must have been spent on her 2 much older siblings, who were nearly out of the picture when she came along. Her mother found her to be too much trouble for a middle-aged woman, involved as she was in her career. And her father had never been able to relate to children on their level, expecting more maturity than she was capable of.

She was farmed out to an even older woman whose vast child-raising experience somehow had not included any close relationships with children. “Aunt Tilley”, as she was called, was a caretaker, but not much of a caregiver. Tilley was herself a withdrawn and self-absorbed old woman, seeing to Elaine’s needs only in a physical sense. Elaine spent most of her time at Aunt Tilley’s house, when she wasn’t in school. Home was for sleeping, bathing, and changing clothes.

By the time old Tilley had retired, Elaine’s mother had reached the end of her career, and her life, and Elaine went back to her father’s house full-time. She was old enough to look out for herself, which was a relief to her father. Her older sister and brother had long since gone away and begun lives in distant cities. Forced to confront the rearing of a teenaged daughter again, her father did a mediocre job. Elaine, desperate for some real human contact, began a sexual relationship with the only boy in school who came close to breaking through her defenses. When that ended, she was quickly on to the next, and the next, until just before high school ended, she became pregnant with Phillip. She confronted the most likely candidate among her lovers and he agreed to marry her. With financial help from her father, Elaine and her new husband were able to get a start and bring Phillip into the world.

However, a threatened breech complicated the birth, and Phillip was delivered by caesarian section. Elaine was fully prepared to devote herself to her new son and lavish upon him the pent-up love that no one, including her trapped young husband, had ever wanted. But her attempts at breastfeeding, like the childbirth itself, were problematic. Her small breasts swelled but produced very little milk. It was important to her that her son receive the immunities and other benefits of breast milk, and so Elaine and her husband, Andy, found a red-headed young girl to serve as wet nurse.

From the first, Elaine was conflicted about the whole childbearing business. Her joy at being pregnant, then getting a husband and moving to a place of their own, had been deflated by her inability to deliver normally and breastfeed her child, as well as by the tenuous relationship with Andy. Meanwhile, Andy showed signs of restlessness and in a fit of anger accused Elaine of trapping him into marriage. Phillip was barely out of diapers when Andy left. Once again, her father helped out financially, but she was emotionally alone. Elaine began to pull back from the world more, even as she entered the workforce. Her sexual activity was entirely solo, and she developed an extensive repertoire of masturbatory methods and erotic daydreams. Inadvertently, she was continuing the cycle of emotional neglect that she had grown up with, and somewhere inside, she knew it. Phillip was still a young child, but already she felt incomplete as a mother.

The dullness of Elaine’s temperament rubbed off on her son. By puberty, he was settled in to her ways. The best way he knew to relate to her was by emulating her stoic nature, though he was feeling strong emotions, as was she. They began to secretly long for each other. Her longing was more for the completeness and closeness she had missed as a child and young mother, tinged with lust. His was for sex.

Even though she seemed superficially distant from him, he knew that they were two of a kind. She understood even better than he, with her years of experience, that his serious cover could be hiding a boiling pot of sexual energy, as her facade did. Elaine often reflected on her own wild sexual experimentation, even though her only outlet in many years had been her frequent masturbation illegal bahis sessions, securely locked away in her bed or bath. She remembered how exciting those days were, and how unfulfilled they made her feel ultimately. She wanted to spare her son those unhappy feelings, and give him something real and lasting. Most of all, she wanted to give herself to him, in some unselfish but unspecified way.

Phillip wanted to give a very specific part of himself to her, and this fueled his daily self-gratification. Why he was so attracted to her was a mystery that he never pondered, but he knew her physical attributes better than anyone else. Elaine hid her body from the world, like she hid her feelings. But in the safety of her home, she was much more open. After all, she needed some place to let down her guard. Over the years of Phil’s tender youth, she had not been averse to appearing before him in bra and panties or some sheer negligee. As he entered puberty, she saw very little reason to increase her coverage, and Phillip learned early to play it cool and enjoy the view, without tipping her off to the fact that he was enjoying it. Phil’s physical attributes did not go unnoticed by his mother, either, and he followed her lead in casual attire. Sometimes his face wandered in to her sexual reverie, and she didn’t attempt to suppress it.

The day the scales tipped and the tidal wave of change hit them began as many others, with Elaine off to work and Phillip off to school. By the middle of Elaine’s day, she was dragging. She was nearing her 35th birthday. She realized that when that day arrived, she would be chronologically closer to 40 than to 30, and no closer to emotional completeness than she had been when Phillip had been born 18 years before. She would have to do something about that some day. Some day soon. With a little more weight on her shoulders than usual, she drove home early, knowing that her son would not be home yet. Since it was looking like rain, and the car had just been washed, she put it in the garage. Then she went to the bathroom, closed the door, drew a bath and began to relax.

Phillip’s day had been more interesting. For some unexplained reason, fortune had smiled upon him, in the person of Donna Locke, known around the boy’s locker room as Big Red, for obvious reasons. Donna, a girl with a school-wide reputation for fun-loving sexual experimentation, had taken a shine to our boy Phil and invited herself over to his house, which was after all only a couple of blocks from her own. In a very matter-of-fact way, Donna had proposed that Phil fuck her that afternoon, and Phil had immediately warmed to the idea. It would be his first time, although there had been a few previous encounters of a sexual nature, and he was looking forward to it. Donna had been around, so who better to hop into bed with? (Well, Mom would have been better, but Mom was unavailable.) Before school ended that afternoon, Phillip wisely found a quiet stall in the boy’s bathroom and relieved himself sexually in preparation for the overwhelming excitement he expected to feel when he first touched that big red pussy of Donna’s.

In a time-honored sneaking-Sally-through-the-alley move, Phil ushered Big Red in the back gate and through the sliding glass door, down the hall, and into his room. The room next to the bathroom. Knowing that his mother would not be home for at least 2 hours, and in a bit of a rush, Phillip left the door open. In the room next door, Elaine heard voices and might have called out to her son, had she not been three-quarters of the way to an orgasm, with the bath wand making the water between her splayed legs boil. Before she hit her peak, a strange fact intruded on her play. One of the voices she heard was female. And it was sighing loudly.

Instantly, Elaine was energized. There was not much doubt about what was happening in the other room. She quietly turned off the faucet and got out of the tub, wrapped herself in a large white towel, silently opened the bathroom door, and peered into her son’s room. What she saw shocked her in a multitude of ways. Phillip was sitting on the bed, his shirt and shoes off, his mouth around one of a pair of large areolas, resting atop 2 large pink breasts. His right hand was rummaging around under Donna’s short, tight skirt. Big Red was stroking Phillip’s jean-covered crotch, her eyes closed, her head back, and her lips smiling.

On one level, Elaine was gratified to know that her son was normal and had the gumption to go out and get himself some satisfaction. But on another level, she felt jealousy and the loss of her chance to repair the bond that had never quite existed with Phillip. More than anything, as she stared at the pair on the bed, she felt irrational rage that her son was again suckling from a redheaded stranger. Just as they had when he was born, her feelings of inadequacy as a mother surfaced, like a submarine breaching the waves.

In her rage, Elaine illegal bahis siteleri screamed, loudly. She reacted as an animal mother might if her young one were being threatened. She charged the bed, grabbing fistfuls of flaming red hair framing a freckled face. Phillip screamed. Big Red screamed loudest and managed to sink her teeth into Elaine’s forearm, which caused her to let go. In a flash, Red grabbed her bra and T-shirt and fled, her big pink breasts sloshing from side to side, leaving Elaine and Phillip breathing hard and wide-eyed. Elaine’s rage immediately degenerated into tears and her shoulders slumped, and she ran down the hall to her own room, murmuring, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”. Phil sat down heavily on the bed and stared blankly at the closet door, the throbbing in his jeans intense. Apparently, despite his erection, he still had some blood supply to his other head, and he began to think.

In that moment, Phil could see the future as it could be. If he reacted angrily or not at all, this incident would always be a barrier between them. But having looked into her eyes moments before, Phil understood what she had felt, and he knew that her need, though different in some ways from his own, was strong, and that he had the best chance of anyone to satisfy that need. And in the process, he might satisfy his own needs. The answer was a soft reaction, an immediate reaction.

Phillip, trusting his instincts, deliberately left his shirt and shoes off and walked down the hall, where he found his distraught mother sobbing, face down, on her bed, the towel covering her to mid-thigh. Knowing exactly what to do, for the first time in his life, Phil lay down on the edge of the bed next to his mother, put his arm across her back, and just held her. She groaned and sobbed again, still murmuring, “Oh, Phillip, I’m so sorry!” And he answered, “It’s alright, Mom, I understand.”

“But you don’t understand. You couldn’t. It’s because I’ve been such a terrible mother to you.”

“You haven’t been terrible. I love you, Mom.”

Elaine rolled to her right enough to get her right arm around and both arms around her son, whom she hugged close.

“I was never able to breast feed you. I had to leave that to a stranger. Another woman helped you when you needed food. Now you have new needs, and… and… another woman is…”

“…taking your place?” He finished her sentence the way she would have, had she the courage. She sobbed again into his shoulder.

“Momma, anytime you’d like to ‘breastfeed’ me, that would be fine with me.” Maybe he meant that half-jokingly, but he hoped she would take the bait. She didn’t laugh.

After awhile she spoke again. “Phillip, I want us to be close. Closer than we’ve ever been. And I want us to stay close, always.” She had pulled back from him slowly now and searched his eyes intently, trying to gauge his feelings.

In a natural move, Phil reached out to the back of her head and pulled her close again, tenderly kissing her tear-stained eyes, her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. As they gently kissed, both of them felt a bond growing. Phil also felt something else growing, and soon Elaine, too, felt his erection against her right thigh. Tongues touched as lips parted. They pressed close together, legs beginning to intertwine.

Too choked up to speak, Elaine pulled back a bit and loosened the towel where it tucked in over itself on her left breast, pulled the towel back, and guided Phil’s head to her right nipple as she lay on her back. For long minutes, her son’s tongue and hands tantalized her small mounds, and Elaine sighed with the pleasure she had never felt before. Phil was sighing inside, too. She was feeling the pleasure that had been denied her all these years, while Phil’s dreams were coming true. But this was not all that Elaine could do for her son. And she longed for a complete bonding.

She sat up in the bed, the towel still covering her upper thighs and mons, but little else. Her knees hung over the edge.

“Phil,” she said, her throat tight, “eighteen years ago, you came out of me here, through this incision.” She traced the small scar below her navel with her index finger. “That was not right. I was robbed of the experience all mothers have of bringing a child into the world through my most private part. This part.” And in a deliberate move, she brushed aside the corner of the towel, revealing all. Phil gulped.

“I want us to share the experience we both missed. I want you in my most private part, as you should have been. I want you in here.” With that, Elaine slid fully onto the bed, removing the towel, spreading and raising her firm thighs, inviting her son’s wide-eyed gaze into her depths.

Phillip’s heart beat hard in his chest, and he was paralyzed. It was left to Elaine to instruct him.

“Take off your clothes, honey.”

Should he think about this request? Would you? He rose and removed his jeans and undies canlı bahis siteleri by sliding them over his slim hips, not bothering with the snap and zipper. He was entirely ready to proceed, as evidenced by the rampant phallus staring them both in the face.

“Come into me, now.”

Were it not for the session he’d had in preparation for his planned coupling with Big Red, Phil would have ejaculated immediately. For this, Phil would later be eternally grateful to Donna. But he wasn’t thinking about that now, as he moved back onto the bed and over his willing mother. Elaine was prepared for him. The finely honed sexual instincts of a woman in her prime had provided ample lubrication. He entered her easily, savoring the moment that would change both their lives.

Truth be told, Elaine was as tight as Donna would have been, despite their age difference. After all, the largest thing to ever enter her vagina, from either end, was the rather thick vibratory appliance she kept in her bedside table. And Phil’s appliance was certainly respectable in size, and much nicer than her electric toy.

Despite having masturbated within the last couple of hours, Phil knew that he was not going to last long this first time. It was okay, though, as they both seemed to be at the very edge of orgasm. Elaine had gone through a chaotic mixture of emotions in the past half hour, from sadness to relaxation, arousal, shock, anger, grief, desire, and back to arousal. What she hadn’t experienced was release, but she was very close. As he moved in her, her thought decreased. She reached a level of consciousness previously unknown to her. A level of complete experience, devoid of thought. Her whole life had been waiting for that moment of transcendence, and after that, her world would never be the same.

Maybe the act was not quite as spiritual an experience for Phil, but the intensity was the same. “I’m in MOM!” was all he could think, and when his seed spurted into her depths, the elation he felt continued right past his orgasm. He never did actually stop after he came, but he slowed and began kissing his mother gently on the lips. With her reciprocating tongue probing his mouth, Phil began to feel his erection reviving, it having only slightly diminished.

This time, there was some room for words and loving exploration. Each of them professed their love and gently caressed the other, his hands exploring her small breasts, sides, buttocks, thighs. She cupped his chest with her hands, trailed fingernails down his back, and squeezed his buttocks. Taking the lead again, Elaine rolled her son onto his back, their loins not separating. Like riding a bicycle, her sexual expertise came back to her as she rode Phil to a second climax. This one was more joyous, if not as overwhelming as the first. She threw her head back and cried out in happiness, throwing her hips forward and dragging her clitoris and mons back over the top of his penis.

For his part, Phillip was amazed by the sight of his mother, utterly happy, dancing on his lap, impaling herself on him. He was able to think again, after the release he’d attained. His mind was on his mother, sex, the future. He’d found what he wanted. He was sure she felt that way, too. Over the course of half an hour, their lives had changed forever, and he was content. It was good, and it would soon get even better.

As Elaine came down from her second high, with Phillip still hard inside her, she began to think about his needs again. There was now no barrier separating them. They were a single person. So, there was no need to ask or explain anything to him as she slipped off his penis, pushed her body toward the foot of the bed, and received his penis into her mouth. The new sensation caused Phil to close his eyes, move his hips upward, and reach once more for her head. When he opened his eyes to the new sight of his mother, gazing up at him from his crotch, his firm flesh moving slowly in and out of her mouth while her fist squeezed and pumped, the completeness of their union was also apparent to him.

Elaine was good at this, despite it being a long time since she’d done it. She had imagined taking a lover into her mouth many times, and often his face had been quite like Phil’s. As their eye’s locked, mother and son secured their bond forever. Nothing after this moment could break their union or overcome the power of the secret they now shared. Elaine effectively worked her son until, in a rush of new sensation, he came in her mouth. The moment was sweet for both of them, and she lovingly cleaned away their fluids with her tongue and then moved back into his arms.

For a while, they were beyond words. After a bit, Elaine reached for the phone on her bedside table. Phil was mildly inquisitive, but soon understood.

“I’m calling to say that I won’t be in tomorrow. I have a family situation to deal with. Bye.”

“First thing in the morning, I’ll call in sick for you”, she said. “We’re going to be busy.”

And they were busy. For days, it was like a honeymoon. Each of them reveled in the exploration of the other’s body and finding new ways to give and receive pleasure. They did it all. There were no barriers.

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The Bridal Shower

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A/N: This was quick one that just came to mind and I typed it out quickly. There’s build up to the action near the end.

Thanks for reading.

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*****

Getting married is much more of a process than I ever anticipated. Well, for my fiancee it was. Ellen was a 24 year old blonde bombshell, there’s no other way to describe her. She was a cheerleader in high school and college. Yep, she was one of those fresh faced, nubile, athletic women the TV camera cut to before or after a commercial during the big college match up of the week. In her tight top and short skirt she looked like pure, wholesome American womanhood. That and pure, wholesome American sex goddess.

Long, truly blonde hair to the middle of her back; electric, energetic blue eyes; dazzling white smile with perfect teeth; perfectly shaped, just plump enough, naturally pink lips; a graceful, slender neck; big, but not overly large, firm breasts; slim waist with a tight tummy; an ass to die for – round, firm and succulent; and long, spectacular legs made Ellen was the Barbie Doll come to life without any ridiculous proportions. Guys, men, boys, octogenarians threw themselves at her with offers of riches, power and pleasures in a effort to be with her.

My junior year in college Ellen entered as a freshman. She lived on my floor in a large dorm at one end of the campus. I was a Resident Assistant, part of the Dorm Staff, paid by the university to try and maintain some semblance of order and control on a campus of more than 25,000 students, both Undergraduate and Graduate, mostly between the ages of 18 and 28. As Dorm Staff I was on campus before the regular student body and required to be there for Freshman Weekend. On my floor of 10 males and 10 females Ellen and her roommate, Tanya were the only two freshman.

For some reason, colleges think it makes sense to match people of different backgrounds as roommates freshman year. Tanya was a rough and tumble city kid, wise to the ways of the world. Ellen was pretty much pure as the driven snow from a small town. That very first night Tanya hooked up with someone (I never knew if she was straight, bi or lesbian) on campus and never came home. About 1:30 in the morning there was a soft but insistent knocking on my door.

I opened my portal to find a scared young woman, tears in her eyes asking if she could come in. Ellen was in a long nightgown with a thick fleece bathrobe cinched tightly over it and fuzzy slippers. The only thing missing was a teddy bear clutched in her arm.

Over the next hour, through sobs, weeping and sniffles I learned that Ellen was away from home for the first time in her life. She had never even slept over at a friend’s house! An only child, her parents had doted on her and at least one, usually both, went just about everywhere with her.

At 6’2″ and a reasonably well maintained 200 pounds I was the perfect, (apparently) non-threatening protector to hold her through her first night away from all that she knew. From that night on I was her protector, her guide and soon enough her lover. Despite her overwhelming attractiveness, offers and come ons from athletes, rich boys, and other women I was ‘the one’ for her and she never even dated another man.

I stayed on campus for a two year graduate program so she wouldn’t be alone for her last two years. On her graduation day I asked her to marry me. She said “Yes” and had the ring on before I even finished asking the question.

But this story isn’t really about Ellen.

I was introduced to Ellen’s parents, Ken and Jacqueline (never ‘Jackie’) Kittredge during fall Parents’ Weekend. Ellen’s introduction of me was like this, “Mother, Dad this is Rick, the man I’m going to marry.”

No pressure. Ken disliked me immediately. Jacqueline I couldn’t read. She certainly appraised me up and down with no attempt to disguise her review. She extended a hand with perfectly manicured nails, dripping with expensive rings and bracelets. I gently grasped her hand, looked in her eyes and said “So nice to meet you.” while blushing almost scarlet from Ellen’s introductory words. She pursed her lips and nodded, holding my hand longer than I would have expected, almost to the point of being uncomfortable.

Ellen clearly took after her father. He was tall, toned, blonde with blue eyes. Jacqueline was petite, maybe 5′ 2″, with thick, dark hair, deep brown eyes, and, truth be told, a stunning figure in a stylish, expensive jacket, blouse, skirt and high heels. I learned that the Kittredges were rich. Not filthy, stinking rich, but close enough. Ken owned 11 automobile dealerships across three counties “back home” and had two of the highest grossing sales and service locations in the state among them.

I visited the Kittredges for at least one week every summer, staying in a guest room in their giant home, complete with pool, two tennis courts, a small stable for Ellen’s horse and an six car garage. That first summer I was introduced to Ellen’s friends from high school and her parents’ illegal bahis friends from the two country clubs to which Ken belonged. A party was thrown to celebrate Ellen’s first year of college.

The guest list was easily 100 or more. It was a barbecue/pool party with the food catered by Big Eddie’s True Southern Barb-B-Que. For men the attire was pretty standard – either a long sleeve button down shirt (with the sleeves nonchalantly rolled up) or a golf shirt, golf shorts, many with whales, lobsters, retrievers or some other item embroidered on them, and either tassel loafers or boat shoes with no socks.

The women predominantly dressed in one of two categories. The first was tennis attire – tight tops and short, flouncy skirts (think Lacy Underalls in Caddyshack ). The second was bathing suits, almost all of them two pieces and the majority bikinis. Fitness was apparently big in this locale because everyone of the women was tight, toned and sexy as hell. To top it off, every single woman wearing a bathing suit wore high heels. None were lower than 3″ and a fair number were 5″ (with or without a platform).

Jacqueline wore a dark green bikini and pair of 5″ sandals that showed her to be a fucking MILF of the highest order! Every piece and part of her was near perfect. Her breasts were probably a B cup but on her petite frame they looked big without being out of place or overpowering. Her ass was pert, firm and molded from hours on a stair master or doing squats. Despite all of the awesome bodies on display around the pool, and Jacqueline’s wasn’t the best, though certainly in the top 3 or 4, if she was in your focus she seemed to outshine any other women around her.

As the party wore on into the evening a sizable number of the guests were becoming more and more inebriated and what had been a rather staid and reserved gathering began to loosen up considerably. When the first woman was thrown into the pool, laughing hysterically the whole time, by two or three men, things became looser than loose. Men, Ken included, began pulling the strings that held bikini tops together on any woman who happened to walk by. Within a very short span of time a fair number of women were now topless, even some in tennis skirts.

Ken seemed to be at the center of all of this strangeness (to me, at least) motor boating at least two of the larger chested women and trying to work the bikini bottoms off several others. Ellen was off, far way from the pool, talking with several of her girlfriends and I was standing alone taking in this unexpected free for all. I did notice that Jacqueline was absent from any of the shenanigans.

“Ridiculous, wouldn’t you say?” I heard Jacqueline’s voice sneer from behind me. I turned a little to see her leaning against the sliding glass door, one arm crossed under her breasts supporting the other and the hand holding a drink near her shoulder. Her face was calm, almost cold as she watched her husband launch a voluptuous brunette into the pool. The brunette exited the water, still in her stilettos, and wrapped Ken in a wet embrace, mashing her pillowy, big boobs against him.

I stammered trying to form an appropriate, safe response.

“It’s alright. Come on, let me introduce you to some of my friends.” She took my hand, slipping hers into mine and leading me into the house. In the kitchen were three women, two in tennis togs, one in a one piece suit talking quietly.

“Karen, Teddie and Sue, I’d like you to meet Rick. This is the stud that Ellen has selected to father my grandchildren.” She released my hand and gave my ass a squeeze making me jump toward the three women as I took each of their hands in turn and politely stated how nice it was to meet them, despite blushing so hard I could feel my face approaching blast furnace temperature.

All three women laughed at Jacqueline’s humor and my embarrassment. Teddie tried to put me at ease. “Pay no attention to her attempts to embarrass you. Jacqueline’s well known for trying to get a rise out of people. Though in your case I can see where a rise might be a delightful thing.” She eyed me up and down and the other women joined in looking me over from top to bottom, with extra attention paid to my groin.

I felt like raw meet thrown into the lion cage at the zoo, or in this case, the cougar cage.

As if to reinforce the imagery Jacqueline said, “Claws off girls, I saw him first,” eliciting another round of laughter.

Fortunately, things settled down into a mundane question and answer period about how Ellen and I met, my major at school, my plans after graduating, etc.

Somewhere around midnight things began to wind down. I was seated at a patio table just observing when Jacqueline pulled out the chair and sat next to me. “How are these people going to get home?” I asked innocently. “Anyone of them could be pulled over for DUI.”

Leaning forward Jacqueline gestured with her drink, “Since that’s the Chief of Police and his wife right over there, I don’t think that’ll be much of a illegal bahis siteleri problem.”

I didn’t notice right away that when she leaned forward her other hand found my thigh and she was now tickling my exposed skin with her long nails. I looked her straight in the eye and clearly she was not drunk.

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’re not going to let me tease you a little,” she purred. Then she gave me a gift that I later learned few people received. She flashed a smile that was the one thing her daughter had inherited from her. Just as brilliant, just as white and just as entrancing. “Go ahead, I know you want to look at me up close. It will please me and tease you, so please, be my guest.”

I was way out of my league and I couldn’t resist. I looked down at her chest, the soft curves rising from the valley between her two mounds and her rock hard nipples poking at the covering. Below her breasts her abs were subtly displayed descending like a ladder to the level of her hips. I looked up again and followed her stare to a point across the pool where her husband lay on a reclining sun chair with some woman in top of him, locked in a kissing frenzy.

“What a fucking idiot,” I thought I muttered under my breath but apparently I was loud enough for Jacqueline to hear.

“Thank you for that,” she said quietly as her hand left my thigh and she rose from her chair providing me a generous view of her ass as her cheeks rose and fell when she walked away to say goodnight to several people.

During the visit after my graduation (between Ellen’s sophomore and junior years) Ken gave me a car. I politely declined his offer but he stated in a tone that would allow no disagreement that he was “not going to have his daughter’s life threatened by riding around in some shit box”. I reluctantly accepted the keys to a Volvo SUV with which to shepherd Ellen to and fro from now on.

Jacqueline nearly scared the shit out of me when she whispered, “You are a tremendous threat to him,” from behind me. I turned to see her watching Ken stride away with a look of disdain on her face. “He succeeded in keeping boys away from Ellen all through high school. She went to her senior prom with her cousin, Ken’s brother’s son. Imagine a girl like Ellen going with her cousin.”

“Somehow, in his twisted mind, he thought he could have her for himself. Not surprising that the very day she was out of his clutches she latched on to the first man she saw. Fortunately for her, that man was you and not some asshole.” Her hand rested on my shoulder as she spoke. When I turned to her she raised up on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. I saw her eyes were moist. “Be good to her,” she pleaded.

Later in the week there was another pool party with even more people than the prior year. Ellen and I circulated for a while and then just sat with two other couples our age, whose parents were also in attendance and watched the alcohol fueled debauchery escalate. Ellen’s friend Jessie pointed. “Are those two people actually fucking on your lawn?”

“I believe they are,” Ellen replied in a flat tone. “I think that’s Henry Long and Sylvia Cannon.”

“Have to wonder what Debbie Long and Frank Cannon think,” Jessie’s boyfriend Peter asked.

“Well, Frank’s in the pool, fully dressed, with Marie Wexler topless on his shoulders. Debbie is no where to be seen,” Ellen’s other friend Kevin stated.

Ellen’s tone remained flat, “Debbie’s probably in the house with mom, unable to stomach this ridiculousness.”

I looked at the others and asked, “What is this, some sort of unofficial spouse swapping party? The suburbs go amoral?”

“It’s more like The Stepford Wives only it’s The Stepford Wives with Benefits,” Jessie offered. We all laughed an uncomfortable laugh.

Ellen and Jessie went to the barn to see Ellen’s horse. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Jacqueline was there with four other women. She reintroduced me to Karen, Teddie and Sue whom I had met a year ago and then introduced the fourth woman, Debbie Long. After exchanging pleasantries I looked at Jacqueline and said, “Same shit, different year.”

All five women laughed. Jacqueline slipped an arm around my waist and hugged her petite body to me. “Hands off, ladies. He’s mine. I had to send my daughter five states away to find a decent man.”

Laughter continued as she released me and I went back out to the table.

Several days later I came downstairs in the morning and Jacqueline was seated at the island drinking a cup of coffee just staring out the window. “Good morning,” I said as softly as I could.

“Oh, good morning Rick,” she smiled.

After I poured myself some coffee, Jacqueline looked at me and asked, “Would you mind if we had a private conversation for a few minutes?” as she stood and moved toward the door.

Uncertain as to what this meant and with butterflies dancing in my stomach I replied, “Sure.”

I followed her out the pool cabana where she pulled the door shut behind canlı bahis siteleri her and locked it. “Have a seat.” she gestured toward a small couch. I sat and she plopped down next to me, I mean right next to me. Her body was pressed against mine from her knee to her shoulder. She had left her coffee cup on the table and her hand came to my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled lovely and her body, for all it’s tone, felt soft and warm.

“I’m divorcing Ken. He’ll get the papers at his office today. This will be rather hard on Ellen, though I don’t think it will be a huge surprise. The locks will be changed on the house so he won’t be able to get in. Though I’m very glad that you’re here with us,” she sighed. I was fighting a battle to not put my arm around her. I guess I have a natural tendency to want to protect women. I also have the basic male tendency to want to fuck every attractive woman I see, especially when they are in such close proximity.

“I’ll keep a good eye on her, Jacqueline,” I promised.

“I know you will, but who’ll keep a good eye on me?” she uttered, loneliness evident in her voice.

I should have known better, I just couldn’t help myself. I put my arm around her and pulled her tighter to me. “I’ll keep an eye on you, too.”

It happened so fast I was totally off guard. Jacqueline’s little body was straddling my thighs, her chest crushed hard to mine, her hands on my face and her lips pressed to mine. I had actually opened my mouth to her insistent tongue before I even realized what was happening.

“Jacqueline!” I nearly shouted. I easily lifted her off me and set her down on the couch as I stood and stepped away.

She looked like a lost puppy as she gazed up at me with watery eyes and pleaded, “Please, Rick. Just make me feel like a desired woman for a little while. Please.”

She pulled her sweater over her head as she spoke revealing her unfettered breasts. She began to shuck her shorts when I turned away.

“Jacqueline, Ellen,” I stated.

“She won’t ever need to know, Rick. I certainly won’t tell her. Please, just for a little while, just while here where we’re alone. Make love to me.” She was behind me, fully naked I assumed, wrapping her arms around my waist and laying her head on my back.

Once again I showed my level of stupidity. “Jacqueline, you are a beautiful woman. In another place and time I’d be honored to be with you and make love to you, but I’m your daughter’s boyfriend. I can’t betray her, even for you.”

On the surface I sounded noble and I was trying to be gentle, or kind to Jacqueline at a painful time of her life. Unfortunately, I later realized that all she heard was “beautiful woman” and “honored to be with you and make love to you”. I had let her create a belief that we could have sex one day. Stupid mistake on my part.

From that day forward Jacqueline did nothing but tease me, visually, physically and with her words. She was shameless in grabbing my crotch at any opportunity where we were alone or at no risk of being seen. She dressed provocatively whenever I was around, often going to change to a more revealing outfit from whatever she was wearing when I showed up. She would call me or text me with teasing comments, double entendre and even photos of her in lingerie. She was relentless.

She did exceedingly well in the divorce, ending up with six of the dealerships, the house and I have no idea how many millions in cash. All of her friends backed her, she had compromising videos of Ken and none of the women with whom he had been involved wanted to be dragged through the mud of a messy divorce. She put the dealerships up for sale and Ken had to beg, borrow and steal to buy them all back.

She came to visit Ellen at least once a month, usually arriving during the week so that Ellen would ask me to keep her company while she was in class. “See,” Jacqueline would say, “She wants you fuck me.” I was beginning to think she was psychotic.

One afternoon, in Ellen’s dorm room no less, she stripped and stood with her back against the door, so that I couldn’t get out without touching her. She began to masturbate in front of me, talking to me the whole time. “Oh, Rick, I’m so wet for you. Look,” she said holding up her hand, slick with her juices, “Wouldn’t you like to just taste me? Imagine how easily even your big prick would slide into my tight little pussy when I’m this wet. And you can go bareback and cum inside me with no risk. I can’t get pregnant.”

I tried in vain not to look. My unmindful penis was hard as could be and she could see it. “Look, I know you want me. I can see how ready you are. Believe me, I know how to make you feel amazing.”

It went on for almost thirty minutes. “I can feel your swollen cock stretching me, filling me. You feel so right inside me, Rick. My cunt loves they way you feel. Oh, oh, ooohhh!” she came on her hand, twisting and writhing against the door. My boxers were wet with leaking precum.

After she had come down from her orgasm and dressed she couldn’t help but get in one last tease, “Well, Ellen has more classes tomorrow so we’ll have another chance to be alone. You can come to my hotel room where there’ll be nothing to hold you back from fucking me.”

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“Hey look at you girl!” I embrace her warmly and she absorbs my cuddle with an intimate tone and a soft gyration of her pelvis towards mine.

“Elpy so good to see you again,” Alison returns to a less intimate, arms on sides embrace as we set eyes on one another.

“I’m so sorry Ali, I wanted to help and take you guys to the clinic this morning but I got utterly sidetracked, I feel quite bad!” I follow her through to the kitchen diner as we talk.

“Ohh, don’t worry about us girls, we are naturally organized. Heading down there in about 15 minutes, so…!”

“Oh, great, Marsa as well?” I ask as we enter the kitchen diner and both Eilidh and Marsa are sat casually on the couch browsing their phones. Marsa looks up at me with a mixture of lust and sternness.

“I can’t believe you stupid!” She stands and seems cross with me, although it feels a bit staged. I begin to apologise for being a mindless stud yesterday. But she doesn’t even let me say one word. Eilidh lets out a giggle to suggest this is a prank.

“You left us all here after all what happen? Asshole!” Her polish accent sounds extra cute in anger as she takes me in her arms and her cheek brushes past mine to complete into a soft, intimate embrace.

“Marsa…” My voice is regretful and softly apologetic. She begins to laugh a little at how solemn I am being.

“So who feels nicest inside from us three?” She talks in my ear, letting me know that she has full knowledge of my sex with Eilidh and Alison. I’m lost for words for a moment before thinking fast.

“Too hard to choose, I’d have to try a few more times.” I make sure my hand touches inside her thighs as I talk about her and her friends as though they were samples on a tray. She giggles softly as she manages to peel herself away from me. I find her personality magnetic. Eilidh also gets up and moves in for a cuddle. Her embrace is more explicitly sexual as she takes my right hand and rubs it across her lower abdomen, rather close to her mons pubis. I give her more than she bargained for by sliding my hand under her skirt and panties and running my fingers over her mound. It’s so soft and firm and I just feel where it falls away to become her clitoris, the gentle valley of pleasure slipping away from reach.

“So, can I come with you guys to the clinic? I want to be a support.” I manage to remove my hand from Eilidh’s pussy before things get sticky.

“You better had!” Marsa looks on as my hand pops out of Eilidh’s waistband.

“Me and Marsa are getting the normal pill as well, we’ve been talking about it this morning…” Alison says.

“I foresee a lot of incredibly happy, blissed out men in your futures.” I prophesize.

“Um, so we were talking about stuff and,” Eilidh begins.

“We want to be yours only…” Marsa finishes.

“Ooh…What?” I state pure disbelief at their idea. I frown at the impossibility of these girls wanting such a limitation.

“It’s just this is what we want.” Alison affirms.

“But… Me and my sister? She comes first to me, I am in love with her.” I explain.

“You got me into same sex stuff for the first time… That’s special.” Eilidh grabs my arm as she talks.

“You are my first man, as well as getting me my first girl, in my first threesome, for the first time.” Alison explains.

“Elpy, I want no other man than you for intimacy. Any less just won’t do me.” Marsa explains. I process this madness for a moment.

“Girls, please, you should reconsider. I’d never hold you to your pacts… now or ever.”

“This is our choice.” Eilidh nuzzles me with her nose and mouth in my neck and presses my skin between her lips. I stand there and reciprocate Eilidh’s affection by kissing her forehead and pressing her breast down gently with an open hand. Realising I can’t convince them away from their chosen devotion, I breathe out through my nose slowly.

“I hope I can be what you need me to be, then.” I relent and accept their selfless commitment to me, knowing I am not worthy of the devotions of 3 girls, and my sister as well. But I won’t try to control that which I cannot.

“Yes! And we will do anything you ask…” Alison squeaks and comes over to me to join the embrace. She paws at my ass and tries to kiss my lips. I accept her advances and allow her to play with my bum. I squeeze her lower lip between my own for an earthly kiss. Marsa steps between them in front of me and moves in, taking my free hand and placing it around her loosely covered breast.

“So this whole flat will be full of us all just for you. Even your sister soon too!” Marsa presses her chest into my hand and her breast feels soft and substantial.

“I can’t say in a trillion years this would happen to anyone in history, ever.” I muse at the impossibility of my luck. I move my hands between the three girls breasts, lofting and squeezing them through their blouses.

“This maltepe escort helps us, for our studies too. We don’t waste time looking for stupid men with low chance of being worth the time, we just wait to meet your needs and we can focus on studies around that.” Eilidh’s rhetoric is… Sound.

“Huh. That works I suppose. Nice to have a practical reason to help me feel justified in that which I am not worthy.” I iterate my lack of self esteem for such attention.

“Just as long as your sister accepts us too…” Marsa adds.

“Well funny thing about my pact with Jenna… We can only be together for 1 day after I find her one mate to have for a day. That 24 hours I get to be intimate with her resets before having to find someone else to agree to breeding her, after which I bring him to her, and wait 24 hours again. It seemed like a fun idea at the time, but now I just want the freedom to be with her whenever.”

“Revise the pact, if you both agree then it’s changeable I think.” Alison pipes up.

“And until then, you have us to play with in between times.” Eilidh presses her bum against me as she flirts.

“Oh! Let’s go to the clinic now! Time is going on!” Marsa out of nowhere makes for the door and ushers us out. As we pass the door to my sister’s room we glance at each other and sneak over for a listen. Sure enough, I hear her soft voice moaning substantially as she undoubtedly receives erect phallus inside her repeatedly.

“Damnit, I wish to be with her, her voice moaning like that…” I lament at how close I am, yet not there still.

“Hey, you’ve still got us to keep you company!” Eilidh slips her arms around my chest from behind as I pine towards Jenna’s bedroom door.

“Thank you so much girls, I’d for sure have gone crazy by now and kicked her door in, breaking our pact…”

“Hey, let’s go to the clinic already!” Alison opens the door into the stairwell and the girls file out with me in tow, their 3 backsides distracting me somewhat from my thoughts of Jenna.

As we walk 2 by 2 along the street, the girls rotate randomly so that they all get a chance to walk beside me and hold my hand. They encourage me to put my hands on their butts, thighs and chests and the journey is done before I know it. We walk in to the clinic and I lead the way in to escort the girls to the reception desk. Eilidh stands warded in my embrace while Alison and Marsa check in before we move off to the waiting room. I catch the reception lady looking at Eilidh and I with a bemused, disapproving squint as we enter before sitting at the corner of the long green couch that spreads around most of the waiting room. If she knew the half of it, I think to myself. There are 3 other people already there, meaning we could be waiting a little bit. Marsa and Alison manage to have me between them, temporarily putting Eilidh at odds not to sit next to me. her However, still sat next to her friend with new benefits, Alison.

There are 3 women, perhaps around my age that are currently in the room with us. They attempt to feign aloofness at a man their age walking in with 3 fresh university girls, and how we are sitting rather tightly together, as intimately active people might do. I do my best not to make things awkward for them, but these fired up girls are not so considerate.

“We all still have your cum inside us, otherwise this visit wouldn’t be needed…” Marsa leans in my left ear and whispers, her lips glancing my ear and neck as she teases.

“That’s so hot, just my sister left now…” I return her teasing, whispering towards her and letting our lips glance off each other. Alison giggles having heard Marsa and I talking about insemination and coils her arms around my right arm. She joins in by simply whispering into my right ear, “My pussy is still full of cum.”

My vision dulls as passion goes to war against my brain and I start losing my inhibitions rapidly. I fight it to keep my hands from drifting under their clothes and playing with them. My seething cock has swollen down my left trouser leg as a hot meadow of fabric mimics my shape, leaving little for others who see it to wonder about. I look at the other women in the room and they are shifting uncomfortably, a sure sign that the girls are being too blatant with their body language.. And who knows, they may have seen my trouser area appendage issue. Before I can discourage them, Marsa’s hand falls upon the inner top quadrant of my trouser leg, stroking down the length of my shaft and causing me to lean back into the couch and lose my mind into clouds of thumping pleasure. I exhale as she doesn’t release my fabric covered cock from her palm, but continues stroking it very slowly. I grab her shoulder in my hand and hang on as if I’m about to fall. Her wonderful delicate shoulder feels great and just adds to my stimulation. I can almost feel the softness of her chest emanating from her big breasts even though escort maltepe my fingers barely cross her collarbone.

Alison has started playing up as well, stroking her hand on my chest as my right hand grabs at the fabric of her blouse as if I was drowning. Out of the corner of my eye I see one of the patients shifting uncomfortably and I assume the others will be the same.

“Girls, girls, not now!” I manage to slur my command with some authority and pull my senses back together before we get charged with a breach of the peace. They luckily relent, presumably realising that they could get into real trouble both from their health centre and the law. These sexually charged females are difficult to keep under control it would seem. Marsa’s hand reluctantly slunks away from my simmering cock, returning to cross her stomach and comfort herself a little at the denial of intimacy.

The other women waiting in the room have looked across with a relieved half sigh half giggle at a situation averted. I try to break the ice with the room at the expense of my concubines.

“Sorry ladies, I’d swap these troublemakers for you as compensation!” My girls immediately feign outrage and keep the tone humerous. One of the waiting patients rolls her eyes and goes back to her magazine, but the other two look at us and lean in with a brief glimmer of adventurous hope, before raising their eyebrows and dismissing my offer as a joke. Returning to their phones, I sigh and turn to Marsa.

“You are in so much trouble, just you wait.” I whisper under my breath into her ear and her body shivers at the idea. I see that coy look in her eye and her seductive smirk, as if she’s just secured an aggressive breeding session with me. Not wrong. She does a little sitting dance with her torso as I turn to Alison.

“You are going to get it later, bad girl!” I grunt under my breath towards her and she leans towards me fearlessly to hear her fate.

“What about me?” Eilidh pipes up, audibly to the room.

“I’m gonna cum down your neck.” I growl at her quietly, putting shock and arousal into her body language immediately.

“Yum!” Eilidh blurts out automatically, and a little loudly to boot.

“What the hell, you do that to me as well no?” Marsa insists she experience my source bursting into her mouth.

“You just might if you don’t watch it.” I threaten playfully, giving Marsa a squint eyebrow and a mean grin as I turn to look at her. This deep flirting is the majority of our back and forth until a nurse comes in and asks for both Alison and Marsa. Unusual to me, but perhaps as they organized it together they can be seen at the same time.

“Behave yourselves there!” I tease them as they get up and reluctantly leave me alone with Eilidh. The other 3 girls have been seen before this point and now it’s just me and Eilidh in the room. I suppose the times for pre arranged appointments is drawing to a close as it comes to be 1 o clock.

I try to remain nonchalant as the door closes and the room belongs to Eilidh and I. But, of course I notice her playing with her hair in an exaggerated, poised and flirtatious way.

“I see you, princess.” I give her an all consuming stare, taking in her flowing hair, sumptuous bumps on her chest, defined jaw, slender arms and delicate legs. Thigh highs with a short skirt, this girl knows what is up.

“Do you like me?” Eilidh asks me an odd question, one I thought obvious. She runs her hand down her blouse, gently touching her breasts and abdomen before going back to playing with her hair.

“Well, how do I put it…” I try to choose how to describe how I feel from one of innumerable ways available to me. She blinks expectantly.

“Let’s swap chats so you can send me pictures of yourself.” I pull out my phone, unlock it and pass it to her. She adds herself and passes it back to me. I load her up and set it to send a picture to her. The camera opens up and I pull my trousers open letting my cock burst up out of them.

Her phone pings and she loads up the picture of my wet glans, dripping with precum from their mischief before, especially Marsa stroking it.

“Now you know it’s me.” I jest, and see that she has started to set herself up for a selfie to send back to me. I get taken by surprise when, contrary to me thinking she would take a flirty selfie, she actually dives under my cock with her mouth before spreading her tongue along my glans, half laying it between her lips and then snapping herself mid suck. Instead of pulling away safely and immediately, my precum taste stops her from abandoning her pose and instead she makes sure to clean it all off of my flared cock. She now can’t stop and seems to want to cash in my earlier threat.

My penis taps against the back of her throat as my phone pings from her sending me her explicit dick eating selfie. I lean back and create her contact on my phone while she gags maltepe escort bayan herself a little on me.

“Eilidh, better get your face off my dick huh?” I tease her while I look into her watering eyes that blink innocently up at me. I beckon to the rather windowy room of public access we are in. She seems to be enjoying asphyxiating herself on my shaft with the added risk of public exposure. She doesn’t relent at hearing my suggestion, rebelliously slipping my glans deep into her neck.

“Defiant young beauty, aren’t you?” I exert authority in my voice, a confidence accompanied by my hand palming over the back of her head and pushing her lips to my base. Tears roll silently down her cheeks as her neck fills nearly to her sternum with thick, throbbing penis. Now it’s up to me when she takes her next breath, and her throat is nicely warm, soft and wet. I feel her lungs pulling on my shaft desperately as her whole body contracts in a futile attempt at drawing breath. But she doesn’t tap out, remaining defiant and resolving herself to go without air for her stud.

Listening to her rasping inhale as I finally withdraw from her neck is sadistically satisfying, mixed with her reluctance to recoil and her legato of closeness with my body, the body language of a girl mentally obsessed with being as close to me as possible.

“Good job they have a ventilator here,” I begin with a soft chuckle, caressing her face and wiping away her tears in order to lick them off of my thumb. Her smile is undefeatable as she seems to experience pure joy from being used like a sleeve for my dick. Eilidh is not done and starts pumping my slimy shaft with her hand, gently squeezing my balls with the other.

“I’m gonna paint myself with your semen!” I glance around as she develops tunnel vision attention towards my glans, pumping and pining for a dose in her face. Still no sign of anyone coming, the ample windows around the room giving me a good view. Spatterings of precum hit her cheeks and the rapid regular slapping of her hand hitting my crotch reverberates in the empty room. I’m pretty nervous that we would only have seconds to stop if someone approached. But I can’t fight the urge to cum all over Eilidh as she sucks my tip briefly and pumps me quickly.

“Oh fuck, it’s coming!” I warn her that she has succeeded and the seed will flow. She holds her face right down to my tip and with a few final long delayed thrusts she finally gets the first jets of semen striping across her cheeks and mouth. Further cartridges of cum blast across her forehead, eyes and nose. He recoil is brief on being struck by the white liquid but she does not relent and stays close to catch all of me onto her bust. As the last streams calm down to drops that bead along my glans and shaft she licks them off and sucks my tip like a lollipop. She’s a complete mess and I wonder how on earth she will conceal the fact that she has been caked by a big load of my cum.

A giggle and a lustful suck on my shaft completes her work before she sits down next to me and holds my arm. I pull my clothes back up and lean down to her creamed face to share a gentle, lip sucking tongue flicking kiss.

“I had an orgasm while I was dying on your cock…” Eilidh finally speaks after our lips reluctantly part. I stare down at her skirt, my focal point underneath between her legs as I marvel at her revelation.

“That’s the hottest thing anyone’s said Eilidh. Damn, you look amazing with my cum all over your face.” I swipe one decent sized glob from her cheek with my finger and feed it to her, making her go slightly cross eyed with the smell and taste of me. Her tongue flicks along my index finger as she sits beside me, her arms viced around my muscular bicep in a shivering lust as my source invades her inside and out.

“Ooh fuck, I’ll never wash again.” her flat declaration is a cliché but it’s still saucy and sexual in the moment. At that, Alison and Marsa open the door, each holding a prescription box, obviously birth control, and a separate smaller box which I am assuming is the more urgently required drug. As they approach, Alison first notices Eilidh’s slimed face and seems to know instantly what has happened. Her response is to jog over, lean down and begin kissing Eilidh’s face to remove my paint and eat it for herself.

“Well that’s adorable.” I comment as Alison behaves like a dog licking her owners face. Marsa looks on with shocked arousal, the motion in her arms and hips giving away her curiosity.

“Oh! You shot on her face?” Marsa’s broken english is adorable, nodding at her I beckon her next to me on the long waiting couch.

“She refused to stop. Luckily no one came…” I explain. Marsa despite her slightly broken English understands the double entendre and nails her response.

“Except you huh?” We both giggle. I poke at her stomach playfully yet unmistakably sexually, making sure to get longer stroking presses instead of tickling pokes.

“Girls, girls, come on let’s go!” I turn finally to the friends with benefits and encourage them to end their grooming session. I check the time as we leave, gone 2 o clock. 2 hours until I see her.

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Vic felt across the bed and found an empty space, his brain tried to compute the situation, it was dark, it was quiet and it was lonely.

He heard the doorbell ring and seconds later ring again, he struggled to his feet and pulled on his dressing gown and slippers. lurching for the front door as the bell rang again and again.

“I’m coming,” he shouted, “Hold your bloody horses I’m coming!”

Tripping down the stairs, he reached the door and opened it. Kerri, his wife’s mother stood there with an overnight bag in her hand. She pushed past and walked into the lounge.

“God it’s cold out there,” she said, shivering, “I thought you’d never answer.”

“Kerri, what.. what.. why are you here now, I thought I was coming over to pick you up later this afternoon?”

“Yes I know, but I got so excited I couldn’t wait so I packed and got a taxi over.” She looked round the room expectantly, then glanced at the door.

“Where’s Glynnis, I thought she’d be here, what’s up?” she looked at Vic fretfully.

“Kerri she’s gone shopping, I’m supposed to tidy up and hoover and make up the bed for you, but I fell asleep, sorry. The plan was to be organised to come over about three’ish and bring you back here. Glynn’ll be furious with me for cocking up!” he glanced ruefully at Kerri. “Sorry Kerri, but what time is it?”

She glanced at her watch, “About eleven thirty, when did Glynnis go out?”

“Shit! about eight thirty, which means she’ll be back and I’ll be buggered, quite literally.” He massaged his rear and looked at Kerri.

“Sorry, do you want a tea or coffee, put your bag down have a seat, I’ll make you a drink and hop in the shower.” He gestured at a large comfy chair and went to take her bag from her.

“Tea please, no sugar but a little milk.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek as he bent down to pick up the bag. he smiled and mouthed ‘OK’, but was taken aback as her hand sneaked into his gown and found his cock.

“Can I have a piece of this too please,” she said and winked at him.

Vic stepped back and felt her soft warm hand slide off his dick, “Sure you can Kerri, as soon as Glynn gets back you can have it all, but, I won’t do anything behind her back, unless it’s to stick my cock in her doggie style.” He smiled and turned, pleased with his feeble joke.

“Sit down and I’ll make the tea,” he left and popped the bag in the spare room, blew a breath out, “Phew!” and turned to the kitchen,

He rattled round and made tea and a coffee for himself. Returning to the lounge he set Kerri’s tea down on the coaster on the coffee table,

“I’m going to shower, be about twenty minutes, remote’s there on the coffee table and there’s some girls mags of Glynn’s on the shelf underneath, make yourself at home.”

She smiled and picked up her tea, sipped and sat back with a smile on her face, “That’s lovely, thank you Vic.” she said and winked.

Vic smiled and left to shower. As usual and without thinking he went to the bathroom and walked into the bursa escort shower, switched on and when warm enough stepped into the shower. He used gel and shampoo to clean up his hair and body, not noticing the shadow walk in through the open door.

He opened the door and stepped out to see Kerri sitting on the toilet, naked below the waist. Her legs were open and a thick mass of curly white hair whisped over her pubis.

In the quiet a gentle hiss preceded a jet of piss erupted from the fur covering her cunt, cascading out into the toilet bowl. The piss fell and met the water in the bowl in a noisy cascade of boiling and bubbling sounds. Kerri smiled sweetly,

“Sorry Vic I had to go, been a long while since breakfast.”

Vic stood mesmerised by the scene,

“That’s OK; oh! did you feed your pussy err cat before you came over,” he stammered, his face changing to beetroot red.

“Oh, I always take good care of my pussy.” she said smiling and reaching for the toilet tissue. She wiped from front to back then dropped the paper into the water, rising, turning and flushing. This gave Vic a view of her backside, which although white was surprisingly firm.

He felt his cock rising, just as Kerri returned and the front door opened and closed. Vic stood confused, heard Glynnis shout hello and Kerri answer. Glynn’s head appeared round the bathroom door and she stared at Vic.

“And what’s going on here then? have you started without me?” she scolded, walking in and smacking his backside. Kerri giggled.

“You’d better smack me too, poor Vic was in the shower and I snuck in and surprised him by having a pee as he got out the shower.” she glanced down at his rock solid thick prick.

“God, you lucky girl, I’m surprised you want to share that!” she pointed at Vic’s turgid stem and licked her lips.

“Go on Mummy, get down on it then,”

Glynn said pushing her Mother towards Vic. He glanced at Glynn and shrugged, she smiled and mouth ‘Love you’ at him. Then a soft delicious, wet cavern closed round his knob. Kerri swirled his cock round her tongue, drawing him in as her throat began to suck him down. he gasped as her gullet took him down and began to fellate him.

A minute later her gasped sagged and poured a torrent of spunk down her neck. She swallowed it then swirled the head round to clean him up and let him slip out with a soft plop.

Vic sat back on the bath edge, eyes glazed unable to believe the sheer pleasure that engulfed him. he came too and stood placing the towel on the ground he pulled Kerri down resting her head on it and scrambling between her legs, removed her knickers which were still around her ankles.

Swooping down he buried his face in her cunt and returned the oral gesture, leaving her screaming and crying with joy as he brought her to her first climax by a man in forty five years. Tears welled up in her eyes and she kissed Vic’s face as he came up from between her legs.

Glynnis stood with her hand down her trousers, her finger bursa escort bayan buried in her pussy, massaging her clit. Vic and Kerri pulled her down, removed her trousers and pants, whilst she shrugged her t shirt and bra off and then they took turns to lick and suck her pussy. She came in minutes and they all sat up in a three handed kiss.

” Wow that was fabulous, I could do that again soon,” said Kerri, eyeing Vic’s stiffening prick.

He smiled, kissed her and began to unbutton her cardigan pulling it off her, then her blouse without unbuttoning it. Her bra clad breasts gently rocked in front of him, as Kerri breathed harder with the excitement.

Glynn’s hand came round and gently circled her orbs then began to slowly squeeze each one. Vic meanwhile leaning behind her, cinched the centre strap freeing the cups of their charges. Her breasts spilled out as Glynn pulled the cups off her tits. Her breasts were smaller than Glynn’s but large and soft and saggy.Bending down each side, Vic and Glynn slipped the nipples and aereola into their mouths, using both hands to support the globes.

Kerri sat back and mewed softly her hand straying to her clit. Soon she was rubbing it quickly and trying to slide a finger into her love hole. Suddenly she yelped and thrust her bottom forward and up, plunging her finger deep into her and rapidly withdrawing it, again and again. She grunted and froze, her finger pistoning in and out, her thumb pressing and rubbing her clit.

She grunted again and slapped her arse on the floortiles spreading her legs and pulling her fingers out with a flourish. This was closely followed by a thin trickle of piss which spread in a pool in front of her.

“Ohh, good,” murmured Vic, “Another orgasmic pisser in the family.”

He smiled and looked knowingly at Glynnis, who smiled back at him, as she massaged her mother’s tits. Kerri, reached out and began to cup and squeeze Glynn’s large saggy tits, leaning in they kissed. Vic gazed in awe and excitement as they shifted position and Glynn lay back, so Kerri could reached down to her Pussy.

Lifting her leg over Glynnis, Kerri moved down so they were in a classic sixty nine position, lowering her face into her daughters cunt her tongue came out and began to lap at her labia, as Glynn reached into her mother’s folds and fingered her opening.

Vic felt his cock lift up and his hand went to it, stroking it slowly, Glynn’s legs widened as she tried to give Kerri more access to her sopping wet pussy, little gasps of pleasure escaping her lips. Then her sounds became muffled as Kerri lowered her pussy onto her face. Glynn’s tongue ranged over her mother’s slippery folds and lapped her clit. Both women lurched to a shuddering climax, rolling off each other to see Vic standing over them, grimacing as he wanked himself to a climax over their naked bodies.

Globs of cum squirted into the air to drop down on their bodies, which they eagerly rubbed into their skin. Vic grunted as the final spurt jetted out and escort bursa landed on Kerri’s damp and wiry grey haired pussy. Kerri went to rub it in but Glynn’s face beat her to it as her tongue wound through her pubes to lick up the spunk.

“Shower,” said Glynn as she helped her mother to her feet. and they climbed in the shower, before they could turn the taps on Vic walked to the screen and pulled it back.

“I need a piss,”

said Vic, as he aimed his cock at the women; they leant forward in anticipation, as the pee jetted out of his piss hole. Aiming up slightly he soaked their breasts and belly’s, Glynnis pulled her stomach flat with her hands and he drenched her pussy hair.

Kerri turned and bent over pulling her arsecheeks apart. Vic hosed her anus and cheeks, covering her hands. The stream died away and he flicked the last drops into the base of the shower.

“Get in Vic,” said Glynn, her finger between her mothers cheeks, searching for her piss soaked arsehole, Kerri obliged by widening her legs and bending slightly. Vic got in the shower, his limp, cum slickened dick dangling down, spent. He fondled Glynn’s tits and his mother-in-laws arsecheeks.

Kerri rocked back and forth on Glynn’s insistant finger, as it slipped into her dirt box. Vic, moved his hand down between Kerri’s legs past Glynn’s searching finger and into her pussy opening. Findng her entrance he pushed his finger in, timing his entry as Glynn’s finger entered her mothers rectum. Their fingers slid side by side separated by the thin membranes between them.

Vic felt a dribble of piss on his hand as Kerri orgasmed again, withdrawing his hand he licked his fingers tasting her salty piss.

Glyn pulled him to her and rubbed her breasts and belly against him. He ran his arms round her waist and lowered them down so his hands clasped her large arsecheeks in them. He squeezed gently as she pushed against him. His cock flapped against her labia and he surprisingly felt it stir.

Glynn did too and mashed her groin against him desperate to orgasm. As he hardened slightly more his cock head rested against her clit and she rocked against it until she came again, a small trail of piss trickling down her leg. Falling back, against Kerri she sobbed and cried.

Stunned Vic reached out for her and took her back into his arms, Kerri moving behind to wrap her arms round her daughter’s waist.

“God Vic, to think we nearly messed this up with our stupidity, thank God it’s all working out, I love you so much.” she hugged him tighter, as his now erect cock became caught between their bellies. Kerri’s fingers just above.

“Glynn, hush, it’s ok now, we’re together and that’s all that matters. And we have Kerri too, don’t forget that, we’re all we need.”

“I can’t believe this is happening, I’m so happy darling, you and Vic mean everything to me, I love you both so much.”

She kissed Glynn’s shoulder and squeezed her belly with her fingertips.

Glynnis smiled and kissed Vic on the lips,

“Shall we have that shower now and then go to bed for a while?” She smiled and twisted to kiss her mum’s cheek.

Vic flipped the power switch and there were screams and shouts as the cold water sprayed the three of them.

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Love by Candle Light

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It was a night to remember, and full of surprises as we went out for Italian. Caelyn was dressed in a black dress that accentuated her every curve and rustled slightly when she walked to the table to be seated. Being a gentleman I pulled out her chair and waited for her to be seated. Then I took my seat. It was then he noticed and became captivated by her eyes. Her eyes were as dark as a black hole from which nothing can escape not even light itself. They always hypnotized me when I looked into them.

But, tonight they were different somehow. They were seductive and alluring in way that made him wonder what she was thinking. His hopes surged and were dashed when he realized they had discussed the possibility of sex before and she had wanted to wait until the time was right. But he was still powerless to look away from those eyes.

The waitress arrived breaking his momentary connection to her. “Can I get your drinks, and would you like to hear the specials for the evening.”

“I’ll have a white wine.”

“I’ll have the same.” She said.

Then the waitress left us alone and he glanced in her direction as she smiled at him. Caelyn’s smile was captivating but not like her eyes. Tonight she wore red lipstick the color of crimson fire and her smile was mischievous. She looked at him with raised eye brows, and he thought “Damn she could always read him.”

The lights were down low and the candlelight was the only illumination for our (there) table making for a close and intimate atmosphere. One could hardly notice the other patrons seated at tables some distance away. Then her expression changes and becomes playful as she leans in to whisper. “I have a surprise for you.” ” Lean closer.”

As he leans forward, she leans back and pulls her chair out slightly. In one quick discreet motion she raises the hem of her dress revealing that she wasn’t wearing underwear showing him her rose garden of trust.

Then she is back at the table like nothing happened. And she asked with a smile.

“Surprised?”

He was stunned, speechless, and excited beyond words he tries to collect his thoughts to respond. He can not so he reaches for his glass instead and almost tips its over.

Then the waitress arrived with our drinks and took our orders. Caelyn sipped wine quietly and demurely like nothing happened. I couldn’t help smiling at her in disbelieve. Then we proceeded to engage in small talk but He can’t remember what was said.

When the food came I wasn’t hungry but she encourages me to eat anyway with a promise of more surprises to come.

The waitress returns tuzla escort and Caelyn says quickly.

“Surprise Number 2.”

She asked the waitress for some strawberries and chocolate syrup to go. She tells the waitress. “It’s my favorite dessert, but I couldn’t possibly eat any more now.” Then she smiled at him.

He pays the check and we head to the door with a medium sized box of strawberries and chocolate. Once in the car she expected me to lose all control and have her in the car. But he regains his senses as they left the restaurant. And she didn’t know it but he had a surprise of his own.

As he leaves the parking lot, she starts to tease him again by raising her dress little by little distracting him.

“Stop it.” He says.

“No.”

She then lifts the dress higher giving him more to see each time. She knows he loves to be teased and she won’t stop no matter what he says.

At the next stop he turns the tables on her and reaches over with his right hand and caresses her inner thigh lightly and slowly. His hand rises closer to her rose, but he pulls back at the last possible moment. She arches forward eagerly for his touch, but he doesn’t allow it. Enjoying this little game he smiles at her and says.

“We’re almost home.”

She gives him a playful seductive smile and says “okay.”

Then we pass though the intersection and start heading home. Thinking the game was over and she will wait till we get to the house he relaxes. But, she shows him that she has one last card to play. As she reaches over with her left hand and without any hesitation grabs his crotch and asks.

“Can you wait that long?” She smiles devilishly at him.

He struggles to keep the control of the car just barely keeping the car on the road. She laughs because she knows that she had won. But then the house appears up ahead and he accelerates just a little as she begins to rub the bulge in his pants more vigorously.

He whips the car into the drive way and turns off the ignition and she opens the car door and exits the car heading for the door. He calms himself then exits the car not forgetting the dessert and heads for the door where she is waiting with that same smile. Unable to wait much longer he reaches for her and takes her in his arms holding her close to his face. He waits for just a moment their mouths barely touching enjoying her excitement. “I have a surprise of my own upstairs for you.”

She looks at him with some frustration. With a boyish grin he says “Trust me.”

He opens the door and deftly leads her inside. And he tells her.

“Wait tuzla escort bayan a moment while I go up to make some last minute preparations.”

She looks a little concerned but relents, and off I went carrying the box of strawberries and chocolate syrup. Once upstairs he entered the bedroom to put the finishing touches to his surprise.

Then he went down stairs.

“Everything is ready.”

She begins to ascend the stairs with a grace and beauty that always made him marvel at gods’ genius when he created women. Once we get outside the room he tells her too.

“Close your eyes”

“Why?”

“Because”

She stands there a little defiant trying to gain some advantage over him. Even though, she knows she had him from the first time she smiled and he looked into her eyes. But, she also knows that he enjoys these little games and will not give in so easily this time. So, she closes her eyes and says.

“Lead the way.”

He opens the door and takes her by the hands and leads her into the room and closes the door behind them.

“Ok now you can open your eyes.” Her eyes need a moment to adjust the soft glow from dozens and dozens of candles placed throughout the room on every available surface. She even notices the careful placement of larger candles upon decorative plates on the floor at the foot of the bed. Then she notices the rose petals at her feet marking a small path to the bed covered in satin sheets, and upon the night stand she sees the strawberries in one dish and the chocolate syrup in another. She turns and smiles at him. He takes her in his arms and pulls her firm against his body. She leans in closer lips barely touching for a moment that lasts forever. Then they kiss. The kiss was like the first taste of wine that crosses parched lips after being lost in the desert, and quenches the soul.

He begins to undo the back of her dress allowing the dress to slip from her body to the floor. She steps out of her shoes and leads him to the bed. She lingers just a bit to enjoy the sensation of the velvety texture of the petals beneath her feet.

Next to the bed she reaches for a strawberry and dips it into the chocolate, and then takes a bite. She leaves a trace of chocolate upon her lips. He leans in and kisses her at that moment and taste the chocolate. Her lips part slightly allowing him the exquisite taste of her, the chocolate, and the strawberry all at once.

Lost in that second he fails to notice his shirt is on the floor along with his pants. They part so she could lie on the bed and enjoy the silkiness of the sheets against her escort tuzla smooth skin. The candlelight flickers and dances across the curves of her body. She looks at him seductively willing him to take her right then, but he resists.

He reaches for another strawberry and does the same thing she did only this time he places the strawberry in his mouth and kisses her. They alternate with each strawberry until there is only a one left. This one he dips in the chocolate and rub it on her lips covering them with chocolate. He dips it in chocolate again and uses the strawberry to trace around each of her nipples

He dips the strawberry in one last time coating the fruit with chocolate and then traces a line from her breast down to her other lips and covers those in chocolate. He begins to dip the strawberry into her.

She squirms because of the strange sensation and proceeds to lick her lips tasting the chocolate upon them. And lets out a soft sound.

He plunges the strawberry in one last time and then pops the strawberry into his mouth, and savors the flavor and the juices before devouring it.

Then lowering himself before her wet mound. First he firmly kisses her inner thigh. She closes her eyes and focuses on his lips as he begins to tease her erogenous zones. His tongue is inside her. Slowly at first, to enjoy the taste of her and the chocolate. His probing becomes faster as her senses her growing excitement. He tries to lick every bit of her to remove the chocolate before she comes.

She begins to shudder and shiver as waves of pleasure reverberate though out her body. He doesn’t stop until her body begins to calm. He catches his breath for a moment and proceeds to lick the line of syrup starting from her sex all the way to her nipples. Where he finishes licking the chocolate off and doesn’t miss a drop. He looks up at her and smiles with breathless satisfaction. She looks down at him with and undying fire in her eyes and wraps her legs around him trying to pull him inside her.

He grabs her hips with his strong hands and rolls her gently on top of him. She then takes the lead as he lies on his back. She takes him inside her and he lets out a soft moan as he feels her silken embrace. She begins to move slowly enjoying the friction inside her. He caresses her body and watches the soft flicker upon her body from the last candle about to go out. Her movement grows faster as her she is nearing climax. She presses her hands firmly against his chest and digging her finger nails in. She is in full control. She is relentless and he cannot escape as he feels his moment of climax is upon him. After a few seconds they both cry out at the same time instant one instant of madness and joy and their bodies shake with the release of each others orgasm. Then the last candle goes out.

The end.

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Loose Weekend (Saturday Night)

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Continuing the story of this young lady’s dirty weekend which started on the Friday night, but not exactly as she had planned. As with the first chapter, I wanted to focus on describing the appearance and desires of the woman in question.

This, and the earlier chapter, were inspired by real life – with liberal amounts of imagination thrown in, of course!

*****

*****

Alison woke before seven, as the early morning sun streamed through the window. She hadn’t closed the curtains when she had staggered in a few hours earlier, still excited and jubilant after an evening of intimacy with two new men. She’d been in a hurry to touch herself, to bring herself to the peak of orgasm for the third time of the evening. After that, she’d fallen asleep immediately. Only now did she pull off her stained top, then unclip her short skirt and wrench off her torn stockings before heading for the bathroom.

As she showered away the dried cum from her ass, she played over in her head everything she had done the night before. Alison was glad she hadn’t got too drunk: she had a clear memory of how good it had felt to really let herself loose, and how much she’d loved her night of no-strings sex. She thought back with satisfaction, recalling the way men had looked at her, and how easy it had been to just go out and get laid. She could still remember the taste of the two cocks she’d sucked. After cleaning off the remains of her makeup, Ali closed her curtains and slept comfortably for hours, feeling satisfied for the first time in weeks.

*****

When she woke again, it was past lunchtime and Alison was ravenous, not having eaten since before going out last night. She dressed hurriedly in jeans and a casual top, then headed into town.

She was still on a high, feeling deliciously dirty after the previous night. She was actually glad now, that Nick – her married, secret boyfriend – hadn’t made it for their dirty weekend. Her casual encounters in the bar toilets and in that little alleyway had been so much better than just fucking him again, anyway. But she had set aside the whole weekend for him: she was at a loose end now that he wasn’t coming. She ate a relaxed brunch, then decided to wander around the shops for a while.

Alison decided she could do with something new to wear after what had happened to her tight green top last night. The stains might wash out, but she wasn’t sure and anyway, she fancied something new. She began to head for the street which contained some of her favourite clothing shops.

The shops all had their summer outfits on display. She browsed a number of flimsy, flirty outfits, considering what she would look like in them. Since dressing to show herself off had worked wonders last night, she thought it would be fun to buy some more daring clothes than the type her wardrobe usually contained. Heading for a rack of skirts, Alison grabbed some of the shortest without really thinking, then a little red top she liked the look of and headed for the changing rooms.

She tried the top on first. It was cut low across the front, and as she posed in the mirror with hands on hips, she saw that with its loose design meant that even more could be seen when she moved. She wiggled experimentally, and thought it showed her cleavage off to good effect – even more than her green top had done the night before. Apart from a pair of thin straps it left her shoulders bare and it was cropped short at her waist, to which it clung tightly. She hadn’t worn anything this skimpy for years! Did she really want a sexy little number like this, she asked herself? Well, after last night’s debauchery, she didn’t see why not!

Alison tried on the skirts one after another. After last night she was feeling more comfortable with showing off her legs, and after all she did need more summer clothes. But finding one in a style she liked wasn’t too easy. Eventually, she found herself wearing a little black skirt that showed most of her toned thighs, but was still pleated to flare out alluringly. Combined with the red top, she was barely covered at all. Even just standing here in the changing room dressed this way felt daring; but, as she appraised herself in the mirror, she found herself excited by the look it gave her. The top and skirt were stylish individually, but between them showed off so much of her toned, olive skin that she couldn’t help but grin wickedly. Sure, she looked slutty, but kind of slick with it. This suited how she was feeling after last night. Still, she wondered if she would ever have the nerve to wear them together.

Alison paid for her new outfit, blushing as it was bagged up for her. The male assistant gave her a lecherous look as he folded the thin little top down for her, which she enjoyed pretending not to notice. As she strolled home having accomplished her mission, she started to think about how to spend her free evening.

*****

By the time she reached her flat, Alison was starting to think that she wanted another bursa escort night like the last. She’d been so desperate for sex yesterday, but really what she’d had had been quite fleeting. The idea of a night home alone was starting to make her feel frustrated again already. A hint of that awful tightness she’d felt between her legs was starting to return, and didn’t really fancy spending the rest of the weekend feeling like that.

Guiltily at first, but spurred on by Friday night’s easy successes, Ali started to wonder about the idea of putting herself out there again tonight. The idea was almost demeaning. Last night, she had found herself in a bar alone in her sexy outfit, but that had been unplanned – she had been there to meet Nick, and hadn’t known at first that he had cancelled. The rest of the night had just happened sort of naturally to her.

But the thought of deliberately going out on her own, looking for a man, was very different to that. That was what real sluts did, the sort of girl who just wanted sex and didn’t care where she got it. Ali remembered how cheap she’d felt getting fucked in that alley last night, and realised that if she went out looking for it tonight, she’d be acting that easy right from the start. She couldn’t help feeling a pang of excitement, even just thinking about it.

Usually if she was out on the town, she just happened to get men approaching her and decided which, if any, she fancied. Usually, although she was screwing another woman’s husband, she stayed true to one man at a time, so she didn’t often meet men that way. But now, the idea of simply going out on the pull, like some common floosie was quite alluring. She was starting to feel horny. She knew she’d look pretty tarty if she wore her new top and skirt together… If she went out like that and ended up getting off with some guy, that would be so cheap…

And she’d felt cheap last night – deliciously trampy. It had made the sex so good for her. A gentle, insidious need was starting to pulse through her body. Deep within her breasts, an excrutiating, gently promising tingle was beginning. As she turned her attention to it, the feeling soon snaked maddeningly through her, reaching right down to her pussy. In her mid-thirties, and she was finding that her desires were stronger than ever. She’d already enjoyed one night of no-strings sex, so … If it was what she wanted, then why not another?

A little guiltily, but with an overriding sense of adventure and excitement, Alison reached her decision. With her mind finally made up, she started to think about which nightclub would be the best for what she wanted.

*****

Alison watched the Saturday evening television, cooked her evening meal and took a long hot soak in the bath. Looking down at her soft body, she knew she looked good: after all, she’d prepared herself for Nick only yesterday. Her legs were smooth, and her the soft hair around her pussy was neatly trimmed into a tempting little strip. As she lazily smoothed bubbles over her full breasts, she wondered who would be getting a lick of them tonight. She was sure that somebody would.

Eventually she dried herself off and decided it was time to get ready. Now she began to feel excited. She considered wearing a thong, but instead chose a pair of sexy black knickers. They were very small, with thin straps at the sides. The flimsy material was translucent and really did little to cover her anyway, leaving her round ass almost bare. Next she chose a black push-up bra: she slipped it on, then checked herself in a mirror. Her soft, full breasts looked smooth, their two delicious arcs meeting and pressing together gently as they were pushed upwards by the rigid cups.

It was another warm night, so Alison sat in her underwear as she applied her makeup. She wanted to make herself stand out from other girls in the club, so she layered plenty of foundation over her warm olive complexion. She shaped her eyebrows carefully into suggestive little arches. Satisfied, she pouted glamorously and streaked dark blusher across her cheeks, accentuating the naturally soft skin around her cheekbones. Going overboard on her makeup was already making her feel horny: her plan for the evening was making her feel like a slut and now she was starting to look the part.

She added black liner and mascara, then pink eye shadow, and brushed her plum-dyed hair carefully. It was soft and shining: she was looking good. She put on her lipstick last of all, checking the effect against the little ring in her lower lip.

Alison looked at herself carefully, and blew her reflection a kiss. “Hello, little tart,” she giggled as she practice-pouted. Yes – this was a good look to pull with. It felt great to really go for a full-on sexy look tonight.

Alison remembered how much bare flesh she’d seen in the changing room mirror, and decided that if she wore her new skirt, baring her legs would be pushing things too far. She rolled on a fresh pair of black hold-ups. bursa escort bayan She always thought she looked best in stockings, anyway. Somehow, that just gave her a bit of class.

With her legs encased in the dark material, she clipped on her new black skirt and checked the effect. The skirt was desperately short, showing off most of her thighs and only just covering the tops of her hold-ups. She slipped into the black stiletto shoes she had worn the night before and tied up the straps: with these high heels on, her calves loooked pretty curvy too.

Finally satisfied that she’d made the most of her legs, Alison slipped her new top over her head, hooking the thin straps loosely over her shoulders and smoothing it into place. It was cut satisfyingly low at the front, covering her bra but not her prominent cleavage. This was just the look she wanted. As Alison she stood up she noticed her bare navel. Her stomach was not quite as flat as she’d have liked, but tonight was not about covering up.

She brushed her hair once more. She looked as if she was ready to party, and up for anything: glam, sexy, and a bit cheap – exactly the look she’d been after. Was she really going to do this? Alison felt a delicious tingle run through her body. She was excited now, wondering what man she might end up with tonight. It felt good not to care.

Her mind made up, Alison grabbed a light coat to cover up a little – she needed to look vaguely respectable on her way to the club. Then, eager to see what effect her new clothes and sexy look would have, she opened the door of her flat and strode into the night.

*****

The queue for the nightclub stretched out into the street, and Alison had to wait for several minutes to get inside. She hadn’t queued outside a club since she was a student. The anticipation was delicious: she could hear the bass and beats coming through the club’s entrance, and she could taste the atmosphere. The clubs she went to with her friends were normally alternative, or upmarket and cool; but tonight she had chosen a larger one with mixed clientele: this was more anonymous, and everyone knew it as a place where singles went. She tried not to think about her tight pussy, throbbing gently with anticipation. Her fingers dug into her palms as she waited patiently outside, her stocking-clad legs exposed in her short skirt. For now, she was glad of her coat.

There were three doormen, each paying far too much attention to girls as they let them in, and it wasn’t long before one spotted her. He made a show of running his eyes over her. Alison felt a thrill as he looked her up and down. Judging by the appreciative looks he gave her, she’d achieved the effect she’d dressed for. He was pretty hot, too: tall and dark-skinned, with African looks and short curly hair. She enjoyed having him check her out, tottering slightly in her high heels as the queue inched forward towards the door. She turned and gave him a cheeky wink when she reached the door, then paid her entry and slipped inside.

Once inside, Alison was ready to enjoy the party. This place was so different to yesterday’s bar: the sexual tension seemed to be in the air all around, not just inside her. She dropped her coat off in the cloakroom, and made her way to an open area that made up the main bar. It was already quite busy, being a Saturday night, but she knew the place was just getting started. Some small groups were sitting at the tables dotted around, while others were standing. The bar was dark, with occasional flashing strobes straying from the dancefloor to light it up. Alison felt the earthy thump of bass from the dance music pounding the floor, permeating her body – it seemed to beat for her heart and right down into her tight, excitable pussy.

Alison glanced down at her legs as a strobe hit her. In their dark stockings, her long shapely legs would have put any woman in the club to shame. She strutted over to the bar in her now-familiar high heeled shoes. She ordered a drink, checking herself in the mirrors at the bar as she waited. Her soft, plum-coloured hair suited not only her tight red top, but also her pink eye-shadow and dark red lipstick. She raised a flirtacious eyebrow at the barman as he checked her out. “Here you go doll, have a good night,” he cheeked, glancing down rather obviously at her cleavage as she bent forwards to take the drink.

“Thanks,” she laughed back with a sly grin. “I’m going to.” Alison moved away from the bar, sipping her drink. Tonight was going to be fun.

She headed vaguely for the dancefloor, exchanging glances with one or two men on the way. One guy stared openly, but made no move, and she didn’t pause. There was nobody really taking her fancy, and she had all night. She surveyed the dancefloor, checking out the prospects. Some of the men out there were more appealing.

She glanced around, checking out some of the other girls. How did she measure up to the competition? There didn’t seem to be too many good looking escort bursa women on the floor. Only a few were in skimpy outfits, and she didn’t think they looked all that. Ali’s confidence was buoyed as she realised: she knew she looked good after the effort she’d put in, and decided it was time to start showing herself off. She downed the rest of her drink, then slowly and deliberately strutted onto the floor.

Ali had not danced in these shoes before, and she was almost surprised to find how easy it came to her. She could feel the effect they had on her legs – taughtening her slightly plump calves, giving them a smooth shape in her dark stockings. She shook her hips, her hands trailing over her bare waist for a moment as she found her rhythm. Her top felt a bit tight now and she wondered if it was a bit small for her after all, but she loved the way it showed so much of her soft, olive-toned body. She let the movement spread through her whole body and felt it swish across her front, showing her cleavage enticingly. She seemed to be getting approving looks from two or three men, so she moved a little further into the dancefloor, closer to them, her clear brown eyes framed with liner and sparkling with mischief.

Soon the music changed into a piece of sexy and upbeat, light pop. Ali changed her motion, her lithe body moving faster. She shook her long red hair as she gyrated. Knowing that she was being checked out, she started to bump and grind, feeling her tits wobble and bounce, gently straining against the thin material of her tight red top. Her skirt swished, the thin pleated material riding higher on her thighs. She did nothing about that: her legs were the classiest thing about her right now, and definitely worth making the most of. She flashed a sexy smile as she noticed one or two men looking her way.

When the music changed to a slower number, Alison flicked her hair away from her face and quickly checked around to see if anyone had their eyes on her. There seemed to be a few men who’d taken an interest in her: two who were talking and kept glancing at her, a third who was looking tactlessly over his girlfriend’s shoulder, and one or two more towards the centre of the floor were looking her way. She headed in that direction as the next tune got going, and it wasn’t long before one of them moved over to meet her.

Alison laughed inwardly as he tried to dance with her, making attempts to catch her eye. From the way he kept glancing down, she guessed that her skirt had ridden up over her stockings. She obliged him for a few moments, grinding her hips and returning his glances. Then, when the moment was right she moved away: she hadn’t fancied him much up close, and there were plenty more boys to look at. She liked the idea of a young man though, like Mike who she’d been with yesterday but not actually fucked. Looking around, she saw a young dark-haired boy near her, and moved in his direction.

Ali eyed him up as she strutted and danced her way over to him. He was good looking, and was probably in his early twenties. She caught him looking at her: she’d got his attention. She played a little with her skirt, first flicking it up to reveal bare thigh and then smoothing it down again. From the look on his face, he was enjoying the view!

Alison flirted with him as they danced together, all smiles as she showed off her body, returning his suggestive glances. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she shook her body. She could feel her nipples hardening, the pleasure of being watched turning her on. Once again she felt that excrutiating, warm tingling sensation in her breasts, and she ran her hands down her bare waist, smoothing her top down as she did so. His eager eyes followed her every move and she enjoyed playing up to that, thrusting her aching breasts forward as she gyrated.

He looked alright to her, so she pressed forward, initiating the first contact as they moved together. She turned sideways, brushing her soft arms against his chest, enjoying being so close to this guy. When the music paused for a moment, she leaned close to his ear, deliberately pushing her chest against him. She introduced herself without fanfare. “I’m Ali,” she used her girliest voice. “Nice dancing,” she added, looking down at his body approvingly. She could smell his aftershave, as he spoke into her ear in reply.

“Martin,” he introduced himself. “You look beautiful, Ali. Buy you a drink?” She took the compliment in her stride, gently gyrating, gently rubbing her body against his for a moment. He might very well do for what she wanted, she thought to herself.

“Thanks,” she half laughed, and told him what drink she wanted. “You can find me back here, can’t you?” Martin looked disappointed that she wasn’t coming with him to the bar, but nodded and headed off anyway. Alison was enjoying flaunting herself around the dancefloor too much to stand in a queue right now. She preferred the idea of sending this sexy guy off to fetch her more alcohol instead.

One Martin had gone, she looked around again. There was a crowd of people in one part of the floor, and she headed that way, wanting to see what else was on offer. Dancing with Martin had turned her on and she fancied some more of the same.

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Lolling with Laxmi Ch. 02

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It was a Sunday afternoon. I was in my office with my secretary Laxmi. We had just finished a really wonderful 69, and now lay naked side by side caressing each others bodies.

“Boss,” she said as she lazily ran her finger in circles around my nipple, “You said that your wife Pam had sex before marriage…”

“Only with me…” I corrected her.

“That is exactly what I want to know. When a girl born and brought up in a decent family lets her boy-friend fuck her before marriage, the conclusion is that she has a strong sexual urge. Like you and I have. And we did not stop at one person, now did we?” Laxmi reasoned. “You may not be aware of the other men in her life. How can you trust her word?”

“You see it is not a question of trust at all, it is a question of love.” I tried to explain her. “She let me do it to her before marriage, because she loves me so much. She has never told me – she had no need to tell me – that she had not slept with any one.”

“This is beyond me…” admitted Laxmi.

“And then will it confuse you more if I tell you that she has had sex with one more person other than me…” I had started saying, when Laxmi interjected with-

“See you admit it…”

“Not only admit it, but I made it happen.” I said non-chalantly.

“You, what?” Laxmi was incredulous.

“Ok, let me start from the beginning.” I said. “On our tenth wedding anniversary we decided to go for a ‘honey-moon.’ We had not gone on a vacation for a long time. We went to this fabulous beach resort. It is located on a small hill, a modern multi-storeyed building with all facilities. But the beach was close by, and it was clean.

“We arrived there towards evening. While we were checking in, another couple arrived – a six and a half feet tall Sikh with his equally impressive wife. The moment they entered, my eyes went to the wife and I found her looking at me with interest. I looked at the Sikh and found him looking directly at Pam. And when I looked at Pam, I found her blushing and looking at the floor.

“We were taken to the our suite on the twelfth floor. While the bell boy was showing us our room, the Sikhs followed us in another lift and another bell boy ushered them in to a room right next to ours.

“We washed and changed and went to the pool side restaurant on the ground floor, only to find the Sikhs already sitting at a table. As luck would have it all other tables were taken, the only unoccupied table being right next to them, we went and occupied it.

“While we ordered and the soup arrived, I was looking at the Sardaran, the Sardar was looking at Pam and the Sardaran was looing at me and Pam was looking at her soup!

“All of a sudden Pam gave a small yelp. She had dropped a spoonful of hot soup on her dress. She immediately stood up. It was a brand new white dress and she was horrified at the red stain on the thigh of her dress. She excused herself saying she had to go and immediately change. She couldn’t bear the thought of such a beautiful dress ruined. She hurriedly went towards the lift bank.

“She had hardly taken a few steps when the Sardar got up and saying something to his wife, left towards the lift too.

“I turned my attention to the Sardaran, who was now openly giving me the ‘come hither’ look. So I went over to her table and said, ‘We are from Bangalore.’

” ‘We are from Delhi.’ She smiled. Her full dark pink lips parted to show perfect white teeth.

” ‘We are on the same floor as you.’ I continued.

” ‘In adjacent suites.’ she flashed her bewitching smile once again. ‘…and the Sardar goes for a jog for atleast one hour every morning at six o’clock.’ she added.

” ‘I will be there.’ I ventured smiling bursa escort at her and returned to my table well before Pam arrived. When Pam came, she looked all pink and excited. The moment she sat down, she said, ” ‘You know what happened now?’ she asked, ‘that Sardar tried to catch me in the lift.’

” ‘What?’ I exclaimed. ‘What happened exactly?’

” ‘I had just entered the lift and he too came in after me. We were both alone in the lift. To avoid his lusty gaze, I half-turned my face away from him. As soon as the doors closed and the lift started moving, he simply embraced me from behind.’ she said breathlessly. But I sensed more of excitement on her face than anger or fear.

” ‘He is very, very strong. The way he held me I could not move a muscle. He held me so tight.’ Pam said.

” ‘Why didn’t you kick or scream?’ I asked.

” ‘I was so shocked. I never imagined any one doing such a thing to me.’ Pam said, ‘he was so rough, he… he…’ she paused and then said, ‘he felt me all over, front, back, down, everywhere. If the lift had not stopped at 5th floor, and a waiter come in with a trolley, he would certainly have done something with me.’ Color was again rising in her cheeks and she looked very, very attractive. Only sexually aroused women look as attractive.

” ‘Shall I tell the management, call the police? Such people must be punished.’ I offered, myself aroused by her arousal coupled with the excitement caused by the invitation from the Sardar’s wife.

” ‘No, don’t.’ she said hurriedly. ‘why spoil our entire vacation. After all he could not do much to me.’ Pam forced herself to smile. It appeared, asking me not to call the police made her seem awkward.

We quickly finished our meal. The Sardar had not arrived to the table till we had left.

While returning to our suite we were alone in the lift. I found her rather excited, so I held her close to me and she responded immediately. Her excitement really turned me on. She was blushing and her whole body had come live. The Sardar’s hand had touched her everywhere, she had said. I pictured the Sardar holding her boobs in one hand and forcing his other hand in her sari. Thinking about how he must have held her, I did the same and she responded by kissing me. Luckily no one entered the lift and when we got to our floor, the corridor was empty. We crossed it with our arms around each other and giving and taking small quick kisses and touching each other’s bodies.

The moment we were in our suite, I lifted her and carried her to the bed. I raised her sari and petticoat together and pulled down her panties. I slid down my trousers to my knees.She had already spread herself and guided the tip of my cock in herself quickly. The Sardar’s touch had done the job of foreplay and she was totally wet. I was quite rough and humped her as if I was raping her. She obviously loved the roughness of my touch and instead of the normal loving murmur in my ear she cried out loud and scratched my back.

Afterwards we undressed each other completely and later she got on top of me and fucked me with abandon, uttering filthy things rather loudly in a husky voice. Exhausted by all this we slept like two babies in each others arms.

I was woken by the soft ping of my wrist watch. It was semidark. Faint light was streaming in through the large french windows which opened on the terrace outside.

Gently I extricated myself from Pam’s entangled arms and legs. She just grunted and fell asleep again. By constitution I was an early bird and she was a late owl.

Silently, I showered and put on a track suit and exactly at five minutes past six, entered the corridor pulling the door quietly behind me.

With a thumping heart bursa escort bayan I knocked lightly on the adjoining door. I heard a slight movement on the other side. Almost instantly the door opened partly and the Sardaran asked me to quickly come in. She was dressed in a transparent negligee. The moment I entered she shut the door and we embraced.

” ‘How long does the Sardar take his jog?’ I asked.

” ‘Oh don’t worry, he is not gone for a jog.’

” ‘What do you mean? Is he here?’

” ‘No, not here. He has gone into your suite via the balcony as soon as we heard you come out in the corridor.’

” ‘In my suite…’ I was incredulous.

” ‘Yeah, he wants to rape your wife.’

I was speechless. She took my hand and led me out on to the wide balcony which was just next to the balcony outside our suite. It was still relatively dark outside.

She started climbing the low balustrade and her gown rode all the way up. In the climbing movement her pussy had opened wide and was glistening in the semi-darkness. I put my hand forward and felt her pussy. She giggled. Her pussy was all sticky. I automatically smelt my hand, it was a man’s – the Sardar’s – ample cum.

” ‘He fucked me just before six o’clock.’ she said. ‘But come let us see what he does to your wife.’ With this she climbed and jumped lightly in our section of the balcony. I followed suit.

We reached the wide french windows. Last night I had moved the curtains and opened the window to let in fresh air and in the dim light we could make out the form of the Sardar standing in the centre of the room.

He was not wearing his turban but had tied his hair on top of his head in a bunch with a ribbon. He had also removed the net and his beard was now free. He had already removed his loin cloth and thrown it on the floor. He was stark naked. He stood to his full six and a half feet height and his huge dong, easily a foot long, stood out quite clearly against the backdrop of the pale colored wall beyond.

Pam was sleeping curled up on her side. She too was naked after out night’s love-making. Her pale skin glowed in the increasing light filtering in from the window.

” ‘He always takes the woman he wants.’ the Sardaran whispered in my ear. She touched my crotch and felt my excitement. She moved the zipper and released my cock from the shackling garments. ‘A woman may resist him in the beginning but simply loves it when he has finished with her.’ she informed me.

The Sardar moved with the stealth and speed of a tiger. He sat down on the bed beside Pam and turned her on her back. Pam woke up and half sat up with a start after seeing it was not me but the Sardar. But he placed a huge paw on her mouth and with the other hand, forced her back on the bed. Then with equal ease he pried open her thighs with the free hand. She tried to struggle but was like putty in his hands. He moved over the bed, the muscles could be felt than seen in his massive haunches. He positioned himself in between in her thighs, one palm still on her mouth. His buttocks tightened as he raised his back. The huge penis was angled at her wide open crotch. He guided it with his hand and with a mighty thurst forced his entire cock in her tiny little pussy right up to its hilt.

Pam writhed on the bed and a muffled long cry escaped her mouth. He held her down with ease by his weight. He lay motionless on top of her for a while. She had earlier put her hands involuntarily on his shoulders to push him away. Now slowly as the shock weared off and she felt the Sardar’s massive cock filling her inside, her fingers relaxed and she placed her palms on his shoulders as if in caress.

The Sardar started moving, he took one or two slow escort bursa swings and then he started moving with great power and speed. He pulled his dong out to the maximum possible extent without letting the tip slip outside and went on like the rod of a steam engine.

Outside on the balcony the Sardaran pulled up her gown and bent over resting herself on a chair which was on the balcony in such a manner that she was facing the window. Without a word I entered her pussy doggystyle which was all slippery with the Sardars’s cum. This way we could watch the action inside while fucking ourselves. My attention was still on the Sardar rape-fucking my wife and I was moving my cock rather slowly in the Sardaran’s pussy.

Once the Sardar felt that Pam now wanted him, he removed the palm covering her mouth. She started moaning loudly. The Sardar continued pumping her steadily. Pam’s moans grew louder and louder with each of his thrusts. Her hands clasped him tightly. Her whole body started shaking violently as she came loudly.

I started moving with greater speed inside the Sardaran now. She also started moaning.

Light was growing now. I could clearly see my wife being wildly fucked on the bed where I had fucked her only last night. Her climaxing had no effect on the Sardar at all. The Sardar had not slowed down even a bit. He kept on steadily thumping her. Slick, slurpy sounds started emanating from their frenzied organs.

Outside, we were in a frenzy too. I came inside the Sardaran’s already fucked pussy. She too came quickly this being her second time within half an hour.

Pam’s moaning started all over again, only this time it was louder. Her nails scratched deeply leaving bloody trails down the Sardar’s back.

The Sardar continued his thrusts unabated.

I and the Sardaran disengaged and stood outside the window watching the spectacle.

Pam started on her third climax. Her legs started drumming the bed. She bit the Sardar on his shoulder. Her moaning grew into cries. The Sardar’s bulk too started shuddering, and after many low grunts he lay still on top of her. Her hands held him fast to her. She circled the legs around his torso and held him into her.

The dawn was breaking outside. The Sardaran signalled to me. Silently we climbed back and went to her room.

I was really thrilled to see my wife being raped. I tidied up my clothes and planting a thank you kiss on the Sardaran’s lips moved out. I sauntered to the lobby of the hotel to allow the Sardar time to get back to his room. I returned to our suite in fifteen minutes time.

When I entered the room. Pam was sleeping contentedly. I undressed and joined her on the bed. The movement woke her. She lazily put her arms around me. She seemed so contented and happy. I kissed her gently. A strong odour of semen mixed with her own cum was emanating from her. I moved my hand to her crotch. Her pussylips were swollenas I had never seen before. My fingers slipped in her vagina. I moved them back and forth for a while. The caressing movement evoked a response from Pam. I slid down and brought my mouth to her pussy. This excited her no end. She held my head in her thighs, while I started nibbling on her clit. I smeared my fingers in the juices in her pussy and inserted them in her anus. She let out sounds which excited me too. I put my mouth on her pussy and started drawing out the fresh cum lodged there by the Sardar. When I had drawn enough, I moved up and started kissing her on the mouth. Her tongue flickered in my mouth and she drew a blob of the Sardar’s semen into hers, disengaging only to swallow it down.”

“My god, what an adventure!” exclained Laxmi as I came to the end of my story. “and your wife never told you that she was fucked by the Sardar?”

“No, but I know that he is the only other man she has had apart from me.” I replied.

“You are incredible,” she said “I wish every woman had a husband like you.”

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Literotica Fun Ch. 02

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After the first round of pleasurable fun, we took a small break in between the next stories. Michael went downstairs to fix us some specialty coffee while I setup the laptop for the next round.

Opening up the page to Don’s webpage, I scanned thru the first couple of pages of his ‘Wild Night in Vegas’ story which he wrote for the winner of a contest that was held in this very group a couple months ago. Many folks were included in the storyline which made it a challenge for him but let me tell you, he wrote it up and it’s an awesome story if you haven’t yet had the chance to read it. I urge you to do that!

I also setup the second story in another browser window which was his ‘Lucky in Vegas’ story that featured him and is beautiful wife D. I had read that before when I visited his page and knew Michael would enjoy it as well. I was so very right. I heard Michael tinkering downstairs in the kitchen as I opened up the PA system I have wired throughout my house. I had it installed right before Michael’s first surgery back in 2002 just in case so that he could get a hold of me or whoever was with us at the time without too much trouble. It’s been a handy lil tool.

As I read thru certain parts of the story, I found myself becoming very hot n bothered once again. I told Michael to bring up some crackers and cheese and to be careful on the stairs. He said ok and I knew I bought myself some time to cheat a little. I pulled out my handy dandy lil vibe and buzzed my clit as I read the main body of the Lucky in Vegas story. I knew I would last long and that if my timing was good, Michael would not know until he reads this. lol

I began reading and before I knew it my orgasm was there, just reading of the description that Don penned about D and how she kept him in line and the outfit she was wearing and the fun between them. I admire them both for their playfulness and of course, the tease. I felt my thighs quiver and my body release as I pushed the vibe into myself and thumbed my clit. Giving way to the story in front of me, my eyes closed and I felt a warm wash overcome me as I grasped the shaft and plunged it deeper into my wet folds.

Just then, Michael said he was coming up the stairs and if I could help him. I tossed the vibe off the bed and jumped up and before I could get my footing under myself, down on my ass I went. Shaky legs don’t make very good stilts, I got up while calling myself a jackass and went to meet Michael on the stairs. He looked at me and asked what the hell was that. I looked down and told him that was the sound of my ass hitting the floor. He laughed then asked if I was ok. I said yes then asked him if it was a loud bump, he said no way that he barely heard it cause in order for an ass to make noise when it hits the floor it has got to have some force behind it and being only 5′ 5″ he said I couldn’t gather enough pendik escort force from that height I smiled, he’s so sweet!

I grabbed the tray and we walked into the bedroom. I set it down on the night stand and told him everything was ready to go. He looked up at the wall and asked me who was going to read this first.

I told him well, if he started it, I’d finish it or I could read this and start the next story after and he agreed to that like I knew he would. He put together the coffee’s and I nibbled on a piece of cheese. I waited for him to finish the coffees and got comfortable on the bed.

We sat and drank our coffees while I read the the ending pages of Don’s story. Reading the story and imagining the scenarios as each word came from my lips. I started to think about how it would be to have another couple such as D n D to have to ourselves in a separate room while others were playing all around us.

Imagining myself with Don, knowing how he likes small details and such, and Michael with D. I’m not sure if seeing him with her would be more of a turn on than the things I would enjoy doing to Don. I do know however, that the 4 of us would watching each other contentedly but never taking the focus off of the person we were with.

I kept reading the story and would glance over at Michael. He was leaning back next to me against the headboard on my left side. I looked him up and down and realized just how much I loved this man despite the amount of pain and all that he has yet to get over on his way to healing. He’s such a great man for me.

I started reading again and came to the point where it was just Don and myself, with Michael and D. I know Michael started reading the story too but stopped and leaned his head back against the small pillow I placed above the headboard. I looked down at his manhood which was stirring at this point as I read on.

Setting my coffee cup down, I moved my hand over his right thigh and began teasing his shaft. Moving my fingertips over the head while flicking my nails on his balls or along his thickening shaft. He in turn placed his hand onto my left thigh and began rubbing small patches in circles.

As I read the portion of the story that placed Michael on the chair with D kneeling between his thighs, her hand moving over his cock with massage oil, I felt his shaft flinch and knew he was liking this part of the story. I rubbed his cock just a bit faster as I read on. Turning to him and asking him if he’s enjoy having her hand stroking his hard cock as her husband watched. He smiled and went to say something but held it in. Instead, I felt his cock grow and that was all the reply I needed.

I made sure to read that portion of the story slowly, so that he could imagine it happening to him as my hand pumped his thick shaft. As I read along he would glance up at the screen then escort pendik back to me. Knowing that he would be fully erect by the time I finished, I sped up my reading to the portion to where my mouth was now engulfing Don’s hard cock.

I could feel the contractions in his shaft by now and before I could get into a groove with him, he turned to me and took my left nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard while moving his fingers inside my damp pussy. He pumped my pussy while thumbing my clit and with his lips sucking on my nipple it was getting hard to keep focus on the story.

Looking into his eyes, I told it was his turn to finish reading while I sampled his growing hard as steel cock. He straightened out his back and repositioned himself as I moved between his thighs. Taking his cock into my mouth I sucked him slowly, wanting to make love to his hardness while he read.

I glanced behind me and read the last couple sentences of the story so I would know when he came to the ending. I then turned my attention back to his bobbing manhood. I licked around the head before taking half his shaft into my mouth. Squeezing his shaft then his balls I pulled his cock from my mouth and took each ball into my moth and sucked and tongued it.

Michael was at the part of the story where D had straddled him. As he read the words I simulated what it would feel like as her pussy engulfed his cock. Moving down his shaft slowly then easing back up before moving back down on him as my lips remained tightly pursed on him.

His words were a bit shaky as he tried his best to keep reading, I was using the story to give him the effect on is cock of what he would be feeling if D was actually sliding down his length. Taking only a portion of his cock into my throat before sliding back up. Moving him slow in and out of my mouth was creating such a feeling for him.

I wasn’t without my own pleasure however, I had picked up my vibe before we got settled onto the bed and had placed it lengthwise with my wet slit and turned on fully as I laid there sucking his wonderful cock. The vibes were buzzing me big time as I love sucking his cock whether it’s for myself or for friends who I tend to role play for him with.

I could feel him moving his hips, his legs moving from side to side and I knew he would be close to exploding in my mouth and that I would take all his hot sticky cum in one swallow. I crave his hot cum when he explodes in my mouth, I also love when he pulls out just as he cums and douses my face with his white stuff. That’s how I stay so young looking, now you know my secret!

He came down to near the end of the story and I began to suck him harder and deeper, running my lips over the entire length of his shaft as my tongue flicked over the head. I could feel his cock grow harder with each pull of my mouth on him. I knew he’d be coming pendik escort bayan soon if I kept it up and timed it perfectly.

Just as he read the part of the story where he exploded inside D’s sweet pussy, filling her walls instantly with his seed, I began sucking just the head and was moaning myself as i felt the vibe tucked under me roll to the side which gave me direct vibrations thru my clit.

As he finished reading the part of coming inside her, then moved to the part where I was riding Don’s hard cock then slipping him into my mouth and down my throat as he began to fill me up was when I sucked on Michael’s cock the hardest and had him moan out just as I felt my own orgasm piercing my clit and up into my brain.

As I began to feel my orgasm peek, I felt Michael’s cock twitch upward to the roof of my mouth just as I felt his warm gush of cum filling my mouth. I pulled his cock from my mouth as I ground my pussy onto the vibe harder and pumped his cock fast as ribbons of cum shot forth landing on my tongue, mouth, chin and one shot that went up over my head.

I ran his cockhead over my lips and across my tongue as more dripped from the head. I scooped what I felt was on my chin and lips and shoveled it into my mouth. Running the thick fluid over my tongue before gulping it down. He took his cock in his fingers and pushed what I missed onto my tongue. I sucked the head of his cock and ran my tongue along the length of his shaft making sure I didn’t miss a drop of his precious protein.

I lifted myself up and pulled the vibe from between my slit and turning it off tossed up near the pillows. I took one long last suck of his cock as I told him to stay right there because I needed him for something. As I moved up, I turned around and slid backwards onto his cock taking him into my pussy.

I moved my knees outside of his as he closed his legs. I began moving onto his cock slow at first then got into a tempo and began to ride him. My legs doing all the work as the only part of my body touching him was my pussy lips around his cock. Only when I pushed back deeper did my ass touch him.

I rode him hard and fast feeling his cockhead causing such pleasure as it skimmed off my inner walls. Michael pushed his forefinger into my ass and as I pushed back onto his cock I felt his finger go deeper into my ass as well. Feeling both ends being pleasured, I was able to relax a bit and before I knew it, I was coming on his cock. I could feel my muscles grasping at his finger in my backside while my pussy grabbed his shaft and closed around him.

I rode him til my orgasm began to subside. I remained on his cock as he rubbed my back and cupped my boobs from behind me. He felt so good! I felt his cock still hard and tight inside my pussy as I stayed on him.

He handed me my coffee and I took a few sips from it. We talked about our night and the stories and told him we had one more to go. He asked me if I was tired yet and told him no and asked how he was doing. He said he was getting a bit sore so we postponed Don’s other story for Saturday night.

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The Big Move Ch. 01

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Chapter One

The Big Move

My name is Bella and I’m 18 years old. I’m about 5’6 skinny and very white skin. My dark brown hair is a few inches past my shoulders, straight and always shinny. I have bright green eyes like my dad and medium size lips like my mum. My nose is small as are my hands and feet and teeth are straight and have always been; without braces. My breasts are very small, an A cup in fact though I’m hoping that’s just from slow puberty syndrome…if there’s such a thing.

I’m from a small town in Virginia born and raised. I live with my mother who is 41 tall slim and beautiful, though her personality and drinking problem makes her not so attractive. She’s around 5’9, short brown wavy hair and big blue eyes. She fucks every guy that looks at her or gives her the least bit of attention.

To get a better idea of my mother and her whore ways I’ll give an example. I came home from school one day to see my mother naked on top of my child hood friend Max. She was riding him hard and as my mouth dropped open walking into the formal living room Max was cumming inside of my mother and she was howling like a wolf in heat. To this day he say’s sorry and asks me to be his but I can’t now it’s just too weird. It’s really too bad though because Max is gorgeous and can get any girl he wants.

My father died when I was 3 in a car accident and left my mum everything which made us very wealthy. I still wonder everyday why it couldn’t have been him who lived instead of my mother. Every woman was crazy about my dad in every way, not only was he very handsome but he was a hard worker and took very good care of his family. I got his bright green eyes, small nose and long eye lashes. I got my mother’s big eyes thin lips and hair colour.

My mother and I have never gotten along. She always wanted a boy and I was a miracle baby. I’ve always minded my own business, got straight A’s in school and stayed out of trouble because her abusive way’s had me in a strict hold. I have a small group of friends that have gotten me through a few “misunderstandings” at home…burns, breaks, scratches, bruises etc. Why didn’t I go to the police? It’s just not me to do something like that to my mum.

My Uncle William used to come visit me every weekend for a couple hours until he got a job offer in England, now I see him once a year if I’m lucky. My Uncle looked just like my dad in many ways but even more handsome or so my mother says; she’s wanted him for years.

“Where have you been?” My mother yelled at me when I walked through the kitchen door. She had on a long navy blue skirt with a silk tighter top that was black and her hair was down like always.

“I stopped at the store for milk on my way home.” I replied with my head down.

I watched as she finished her whiskey in her favourite crystal glass.

“You’re such a brat Bella; you are so fucking worthless I can’t believe I ever had you.” She yelled as she turned around. I rolled my eyes to her drunk comment, I was used to them now but even so I hated when she drank this much because she was so angry at nothing. My Uncle used to tell me that she was so mean to me because my dad loved me more than her.

“Don’t be late again.” She said in a deep evil voice and glare then came up and slapped me across the cheek sending me running out of the kitchen in tears. I had on my black pleaded skirt and blue sweater that buttoned up the front. My hair was down, straight with thick side bangs. I had on light make up and my pink converse.

The real reason I had been late was because my best friend wanted me to pick illegal bahis him up and drop him off at a party that was going on that night. I wanted to go so badly but knew my mother would never have it. She was so obsessed about the movie rental’s being turned in early so I drove her car to turn them in but since Bobby decided to do something that blew my mind I was late and even later because I needed an excuse which was the milk.

Bobby and I were in the car outside of the big white house. There were 100’s of people in the front yard with drinks talking and playing around. Bobby was around 5’11 with messy brown hair and dark blue eyes. His lips were very thin and his crooked smile was incredibly sexy. Because Bobby had gotten braces when he was in his early teens his teeth were perfectly straight and polished white. Bobby was slender but had a strength training class which made his arms a little muscular and he played soccer leaving making his legs a bit muscular as well. Bobby was far from bad looking but more of an acquired taste.

“Can’t you come in for just a moment?” Bobby asked me in his playful light voice. He was sandy blond and very cute. Bobby was on the honour roll like me but very popular and one of Max’s best friends.

“I can’t my mum will have my head. I wish I could.” I said looking out the window with a disappointed face.

Bobby reached over and kissed me right on the lips. I didn’t know what to do so I kissed back, probably horribly because he was my first kiss. He reached up my skirt and his hand forced through my closed legs touching the lips of my vagina on my white cotton panties.

“Bobby.” I finally gasped nervously.

Bobby didn’t stop and I was glad he didn’t. I was so anxious and nervous but I wanted him to keep going. I was still a virgin and my body was so frustrated that I got myself off three times a day for a while but lately it stopped working so easily. Slowly and painfully I was getting more and more turned on and needed a release from more than fingers.

“HELLO………WOOHOOO BOBBYS GETTING SOME.” Max ran up to the car banging on the windows with another friend on the other side scaring both of us enough to back away from each other.

“Fuck YOU.” Bobby yelled hitting the window with a smile and the boy’s ran off knowing they were going to get beat at a game of wrestling. “Bella will you be mine?” Bobby asked leaning over kissing my neck then looking in my eyes with a sweet smile. His eyes were a very unique with a tint of yellow in them.

“My mother Bobby.” I said back looking down knowing she would never allow it.

“She would never know. I would be patient with your time.” Bobby said then smiled.

“Okay yes.” I laughed and hugged him.

“What the fuck is this?” Bobby grabbed my arm, his eyes big with rage.

“My mum was drunk.” I said back in a sort of frustrated wine.

“And?” Bobby said waiting for an explanation.

“Ummm…she broke the wine glass on accident then grabbed it and cut me with it because one of the dishes wasn’t properly cleaned.

“That’s sick.” Bobby said rubbing it better. “I’m so sorry baby.” He apologized for her but I shook my head no at him and he smiled back at me.

“Bobby I have to go, my mom is going to be pissed off enough. I’ll be waiting for your call tomorrow.” I smiled and kissed him on the lips which lead to another lip locking, tongue sucking session.

I pushed through the double doors to the dining room, kept going until I got to the foyer then stopped and sat on the stairs so angry that I wanted to scream. Just as I was feeling like I wanted to illegal bahis siteleri rip my hair out the doorbell rang. I looked up wiped the tears away the best that I could expecting to see Bobby as I opened the door.

“Hello princess.”

My mouth dropped. “UNCLE WILLIAM” I screamed and hugged him tight.

He hugged me for a minute then pushed me back keeping one arm around my waist and the other grabbing my red cheek.

“Why are you crying beautiful?” He asked looking guilty with his big green sparkling eyes.

“My mum slapped me because I was late from the store.” I said looking behind me making sure she wasn’t listening. “Oh my God Uncle William I’ve missed you like you wouldn’t believe.” I hugged onto him tightly but Uncle William tensed up letting me go with a furious expression on his face.

Uncle William grabbed me and pulled me tightly up against him hugging me with both arms. His voice was so soft, grip so strong and aftershave was a fresh spice that made me ache. He was 52 years old with dark brown hair a couple inches above his shoulders with gray in it. It was brushed back in an elegant but messy style. He had a goatee and was very well built from a good diet and working out. Uncle William was a well known writer with a few published books. He had dimples in his big white perfect toothy smile and long eye lashes just like my dad and me.

We walked over to the swing on the big white porch and watched as the rain poured down while we caught up. It was a perfect evening with lighting, thunder. Since the wind was a bit chilly Uncle William let me snuggle into his chest while I told him about college, and he told me about the book’s he was working on and who all he’s met through the process. My Uncle William was on a book tour in America so he dropped by to see his only family.

“Bella, what happened?” Uncle William sat forward as he noticed a mark on my upper leg when my skirt lifted up from sitting down.

“ohh. Umm, About a month ago my mom wanted me to get up for school but I had stayed up all night previously serving drinks at one of her parties so when I didn’t wake up right away she grabbed her hot curling iron from her bathroom and well yea.” I whispered the story moving my fingers on top of each other over and over nervous.

“What?” His voice went horse in a harsh whisper.

“It’s her drinking, she doesn’t mean to.” I said afterwards trying to convince him as well as myself.

He stood up fast and walked to go into the house. I knew I had to stop him because if he said anything to my mother she would kill me after he left. We got inside and my mother was sitting on a stool talking to her sister on the phone drinking a glass of red wine in her red party dress with her hair down and brushed over to the side from her fingers playing with it. It had been a couple hours later and everyone at the party had left.

“Charlene.” Uncle William yelled when he saw her.

“William? Got to go hunny!” She looked surprised to see him and hung up with her sister. A big smile reached her face and she stood up.

“Uncle William wait, don’t.” I whispered back grabbing his arm in fear and she looked at me with a glare.

“What did you do to her leg?” Uncle William said as he grabbed me over to him and grabbed my upper leg hard. I backed off and put my leg down embarrassed that he saw my white panties.

My mother sat back down took another sip of her wine. “It was an accident.” She said in an obvious eye roll.

Uncle William walked over to her, took her glass and threw it in the sink breaking the glass. “LEAVE BELLA.” He ordered canlı bahis siteleri in a tough growl, I did without hesitation but I listened outside the door.

“My crystal, what the fuck William.”

“My brother would have been very disappointed in you and your choices to raise his daughter.” His finger was in her face as he said it.

My mother’s mouth dropped open. “Don’t you tell me what he would or wouldn’t have liked!” I heard her scream.

“She’s coming to live with me.”

“NO SHE’S NOT.” My mother yelled right as I peaked in watching her walk unstably towards him.

Uncle William turned around and glared at her with intense rage in his eyes. “Charlene don’t test me.” Uncle William said in a voice my father used only once with her, it was enough to make me take a step back.

My mother just sat down looking shocked and defeated. “I know I fucked up.”

“You did more than fuck up, you’re abusive.”

“I know, I just…I feel like I can’t stand her sometimes.”

“Then this will be better for both of you.”

My mum got up walking towards Uncle William standing very close to him. “Anything I can do for you?” She asked seductively as if she was neglected by men.

“No.” Uncle William said in a gasp gripping the counter.

“You sure.” My mother asked as she gripped his cock. I had the door cracked open watching the whole thing. It felt so wrong but I had to watch.

“Yes.” I saw Uncle Williams hand grip her wrist tightly and move it to the side then watched as he walked towards the door I was standing behind.

“Go get your stuff; we’ll buy you everything new later so just get what you need.” Uncle William said still looking angry at the kitchen door.

“Uncle William, you really meant it.” I said excited, heart pounding and wanting to scream from excitement.

“Bella of course, you deserve better than an angry drunk who doesn’t have their life sorted out.” He said not being able to look me in the eyes still angry.

I ran upstairs fast and grabbed three matching pick suit cases out of my closet. I was able to fit all my clothing and undergarments plus all my hair and makeup accessories. Everything else I left behind. Just as I was finished Uncle William walked in to see if I was done, then helped me down stairs with my bags.

“She’s all I have left of him.” My mother said with tears in her eyes standing at the end of the stair case.

“Bella go get in the car.” Uncle William ordered so he could have a word in private with my mother. He told me later that he told her to get her life sorted out and she could see me again.

We got into Uncle Williams brand new black car that he rented, it smelt like leather which seemed to relax me. He had one of those remotes that start the engine from the house. The seats were warm and when he turned on the car very light classical music came from the radio. The windows were so tinted no one could see inside; I just laid my head back and rested until Uncle William was done. My eyes opened fast when I heard the door open and Uncle William sat in the driver’s seat put his elbow on the window seal and rested his head as if in thought.

“I have three rules Bella that you WILL follow.” Uncle William said as he started driving us to his hotel slightly speeding.

“Okay.” I said back a little scared with my hands on my knees.

“1.) No drugs and no smoking. 2.) Good grades in school. And 3.) No boys.” Uncle William said both hands on the wheel.

“Uncle William no boy’s? Not even dates?” I asked.

“Maybe but they’ll have to have dinner with me first and even then I can’t promise a yes.” He said trying to compromise as much as he knew how.

“Well those are easy; I promise I’ll be good.” I replied smiling at him. I said it and I meant it, I wanted nothing more than to make him as happy as he just made me.

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The Blue Life Ch. 03: Foxxy Redd

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It’s all pretty twisted. It’s certainly incestuous. It can also get wildly kinky and very erotic. And I’m loving it! But I think it all came from some very innocent motives. But, of course, I think my motives are innocent. Because, well, they’re mine. So I’m hardly objective.

I had realized Mom had been unhappy with her marriage for a long time. She felt neglected and unfulfilled. She started hanging out in Online Chat Rooms, talking about her sexual fantasies. But Mom doesn’t know much about computers. It wasn’t hard for me to figure out which Chats she was hanging out in online. Mom didn’t even know about browser histories. So, I created some pseudonym personas, some sock puppets, fake names, and I followed my Mom into some of those chats.

You see, I had been afraid that Mom was looking for someone to cheat on Dad with. And maybe she was. But more, she was just lonely, frustrated and horny, and curious about exploring her sexual fantasies. I started anonymously corresponding with her. We chatted, first in the Public Rooms, then via Instant Messages and email, and then later VOIP, Internet Voice Chats. I thought that by keeping her occupied and out of the Public Chats, I could guide her back toward sharing more of her fantasies with Dad, and put a spark back into their marriage.

But a strange thing happened. Many of Mom’s fantasies involved giving in to her submissive nature. She wanted to be sexually wild, but she needed the guidance of a stronger dominant in her life to unlock her inner slut. I started fantasizing about being that Dominant Man. The fantasies we shared together online became my fantasies too. I realized that I wasn’t just keeping my mother away from other strange men online. I was keeping her for myself. We were fantasizing together, sometimes simultaneously masturbating. It was so erotic. I became obsessed with the idea of taking my mother for myself. Taking her. Fucking her. Having her service and worship my cock. Having her be my submissive!

It had gone on like that for weeks. I came to know my mother’s sexual fantasies better than she did. I don’t know if she confessed to being attracted to her Son or if I guided her to say that. But those fantasies came out during our correspondence and talks online. Sometimes it feels like we have this epic, psychic sexual connection. I really don’t believe in ESP. But some of the coincidences in our developing sexual relationship seem like more than just coincidence.

I love my mother very much. She has also blossomed into this smoking hot mama! She is the most freakin’ sexy woman I can imagine. And, yes, it gives me an incestuous thrill to know that I’m having sex with my Mom. And, I know that I have been put in a position of power, where I can and continue to mold my mother into my perfect fantasy lover. The weird thing is, more often than not, I feel like I’m the one being molded. I guess that’s not so strange, for a Mother to influence and mold her son. But is a sexual submissive really supposed to mold their Dominant?

Anyway, by the time I had gotten up the courage to finally “meet” my mother face to face, and exchange our online and phone sex games for real sex, I think she had mostly figured out (or maybe she was hoping) that her “Secret Santa Dom” was me. My mother might have been naive about computers and sex, but she’s a very smart woman. And there had been some subtle and maybe a few obvious clues that her online, virtual lover and Master was me. I guess I wasn’t as clever about hiding my identity as I thought.

But, what followed was a wild sexual awakening for both of us. We explored our fantasies together, and invented new ones! And it wasn’t difficult keeping it all hidden from my Dad. Over the years, he had become more and more oblivious to his family. He was letting his work consume him, and he was also having his own secret sexual relationship with my Uncle Nick.

Now, that’s another story. From my perspective my Dad’s sexual relationship with his older brother is twisted and abusive. Maybe I’m not in a position to judge, or maybe I’m the perfect judge. Nick had been sexually dominating my Dad for more than a quarter century. It was a relationship that had turned sexual before my Dad even met my Mom, when my father was eighteen.

So, as my mother’s Master, her Dom, I want to open my Mother up to be the most free and sexually fulfilled person she can possibly be. But what my Uncle Nick had been doing was the opposite of that. Nick had repressed my Dad and filled his head with homophobic garbage. Nick made my Dad feel weak, ashamed and unsure of himself. Nick took his pleasure from my Dad, and didn’t return anything! He convinced my Dad that sex was ugly, that my Dad is ugly and unlovable. In short, Uncle Nick really did a number on my Dad’s head. He messed him up, bad.

I’ve never been close Uncle Nick. And I’ve been scared to confront him about this. I’m afraid of physically hurting the man. My mother never liked illegal bahis him much, and she hates him now.

Now, I had never given up the notion that fucking my mom and using her as my personal slut and fuck-toy was somehow my attempt to make my Mom and Dad’s marriage stronger. I know. I was probably lying to myself. But I thought, it was better me than Mom finding sex from some stranger, someone who might try to convince Mom to leave Dad.

So I concocted this plan. I would reveal to Dad just how sexy and slutty I had trained Mom to become. Months earlier, even when we were just corresponding, I had instructed Mom to tone up her body with a regimen of exercise, nutrition, and regular masturbation. She took to it all with a fervor bordering on zealotry. And as her body firmed, and became more fit and took on an even sexier shape, she also awoke more and more sexually! She lost about 25 pounds. Pilates and Dance Aerobics revealed my mom has a strength, suppleness and cat-like grace she claims she never had before. My mother has a sexy shape that my once demure mother enjoys flaunting now. Mom says she feels the fittest and healthiest she ever has. And I have to admit, she looks hot. No, she’s is on beyond hot. Oh, she’s always been a pretty woman. But she had been wearing frumpy clothes. And she didn’t know how to take charge of her own sex appeal. Her hairstyle had usually been just pulled back in a ponytail, or sometimes up in a bun. Before, Mom’s transformation, she was probably a 6 or 7.5 on a good day, when she dressed up. She was pretty, but not phenomenal. Now, her hairstyle is in a retro, Bettie Page cut. And with her new more flattering figure and figure flattering clothes, just a tiny bit of makeup to make her large green eyes pop, she’s a 10 plus now. Seriously, I’ve seen men bump into shit when she walks by at the Mall now. I’ve taken her out clubbing. She easily passes for a woman ten years younger than her 43 years. I can see the looks of envy and lust on the faces of both men and some women, when my Mom shakes it or grinds me on the dance floor.

So my plan was to show my father what a gorgeous and willing submissive he had for a wife. I was going to explain that all he needed to do was step up to the plate and be the dominant male presence that Mom desires, and I would have been willing to mostly step aside. I couldn’t imagine giving my Sub up completely. The sex was too mind-blowingly fantastic. But I was willing to share. I thought I might even be willing to let Dad call the shots. I would have been subordinate male. Maybe. After all, he is my Dad. I would’ve stepped aside and let Dad be the Top Dog, the Alpha Male, the Master of the House. I think I could have stepped aside. Maybe. I don’t know.

There was just one problem with my plan. Something I didn’t know. Dad was even more naturally submissive than my Mom! He couldn’t Dominate Mom. He didn’t know how. And he felt an even deeper, darker desire to submit.

And I discovered that I enjoyed Dominating my father almost as much as Mom. My father has a lithe, supple, dancer’s body (seriously, he had studied ballet as a kid, and was part of College Dance Company). Now, he kept in shape by running and studying Aikido at a local dojo on Saturday afternoons. He has a thin, androgynous face. His features are cool and European. In pictures, he sometimes looks like David Bowie, or Nico from the Velvet Underground. It’s a serious face with dark, sad eyes. He’s about the same height my mother, about 5’9″ tall, maybe slightly taller.

The one sexual area that Dad really excels at is fantasy role play. He really enjoys becoming a character, and taking on other personas. I think it frees him. Because he’s spent a lifetime thinking that he was sexually inadequate and worthless, it’s almost like he would rather be anyone except himself, when it comes to sex. First, there’s the “Baby Boy,” who is the most like my father, very naive sexually, and very submissive. But Baby Boy is also more juvenile, more eager to please and more playful than my Dad. Dad can slip in and out of being Baby Boy without much thought. Mom thought that “Mommy” and “Baby Boy” were just pet names they had for each other, things they cooed to each other in the dark. I think it was a sign that Dad needed to have a feeling of being nurtured, and loved, as well as dominated and controlled.

One of my father’s strangest characters is “Foxxy Redd.” Foxxy Redd is a werefox! That’s like a werewolf, only he’s a fox-man. He’s a character from a Fantasy Card Game that Dad and I collected about eight to ten years ago, when I was in Middle School called, “Dragons and Dreamons.” Dad and I both had a deck, and we would sometimes play each other. Or we would combine our decks to play in tournaments. We won a few of those. We are that kind of nerd.

Anyway, we had dressed as Foxxy Redd and his partner card, the Mad Scientist, “Dr. Foxenstein” for Halloween one year. Nobody knew what we were. Some people thought illegal bahis siteleri Dad was a dog, and that I was supposed to be that scientist guy from Back to the Future. I looked nothing like that! Dr. Foxenstein has a steel hand and round mirrored sunglasses! Only the white lab coat is the same.

Anyway, Dad got this idea to role play as Dr. Foxenstein and Foxxy. And we’d have Mom pretend to be Mademoiselle Mercury. She’s this Super Spy Femme Fatale character, also a Dragons and Dreamons card. Her get up is knee-high, black, high-heel boots, a trench coat and a wide brimmed fedora that comes down over one eye.

Dad’s idea was to play out a scene from something like a WWII era spy movie or horror movie. Mademoiselle Mercury would be on assignment. She’s been instructed to try to use her feminine wiles to infiltrate Castle Foxenstein and brings its secrets back to the Allies.

At some point Foxxy and the Doctor drug the beautiful spy, and tie her up. After that, the scene becomes a “Good-Girl in Peril,” bondage melodrama.

My mother wasn’t into the idea at first. But my father had made some serious alterations to his Foxxy Redd costume. He had pointed ears glued to his ears, like elf ears, only hairy. He messed up and spiked his hair with some sort of red foam or gel. He had me glue fake hair on his chest and back. Dad’s body is almost complete hairless. He doesn’t even have armpit hair, so we glued hair there as well. He even shaved his pubes, so he could glue a long, wild-haired merkin (like a pubic toupee) at his crotch. He made up his nose to be more foxlike. He wore fake hair that hung from just below his elbows and knees. He had a red leather vest without buttons or ties and a dark brown leather loincloth with a fox-tail coming out a slit in the back. He also got an expensive set of fangs. They are incredibly realistic. He even smelled like an animal. My dad later told me it was animal musk he had bought at a hunting supply store. Dad wasn’t going halfway with this outfit or character.

His fox-tail was the most amazing and life-like part of the costume. When he had worn the outfit as a Halloween costume, the tail had hung limp and lifeless, attached to the loincloth. Now, Dad is a pretty clever costume designer, and amateur engineer, but this tail is amazing. The tail is attached to a butt-plug. So even after he strips off his leather loincloth, his tail remains attached, like an extension of his body. And Dad can “wag” his tail up and down, by squeezing an air-bulb on the butt-plug, wedged in his ass. The tail is pneumatic! And it’s strangely, frighteningly realistic. I’m not ashamed to admit it, I think the tail is a little creepy. But, my mother thinks it’s very erotic and sexy for some reason.

Like I said, Mom is generally not as into the character role play stuff as I am, and nowhere near as much as Dad. She had never played Dragons and Dreamons, or done any of the CosPlay Nerd Conventions that Dad and I had gone to when I was a teen, so she wasn’t thrilled about pretending to be the Super Spy, Mademoiselle Mercury. What I didn’t know was, Mom did have some secret fantasies about being ravaged by a savage beast, a Monster-Man.

Dad had given Mom her costume in a box. And I had instructed her to put it on at the gym after workout and shower. I didn’t know what she would look like, and she hadn’t seen our costumes either. Dad had also given her a short dossier with background information on her character, as well as her mission. Dad was really into this. My mother was not. So, when my mother first knocked on our front door and entered the scene, I could tell she was skeptical. Dad had done some shifting of furniture and some “set decoration” so the first floor of our house would look more like a Bavarian Castle. The furniture was covered with sheets. And most of the lighting came from candles. I could see Mom looking around like, “Am I going to have clean all this up?”

But then Dad came into the scene, bounding and shuffling, almost on all fours. He was a canine Beast-Man! And he was talking with a sort of horse Peter Lorre accent, calling me, “Master.” I thought it was a funny joke. I thought it was all for laughs. But I could also tell that the creature intrigued Mademoiselle Mercury. Dad was more brutish, and more sexually aggressive than normal. He was playing up being a horny puppy, a hound dog, humping at mom’s legs, groping her any chance he got. And Mom really enjoyed the attention, especially from her normally sexually passive and submissive husband.

Later in the scene, Mademoiselle Mercury had a glass of wine. At the bottom of the glass was note that read, “You’ve been drugged! And you pass out!” Mom played along and pretended to pass out. At which point, Dad picked up Mom in a fireman’s carry, and brought her into the Doctor’s Lab (their bedroom). It was a show of strength and manliness that Dad wouldn’t normally make. But it was natural thing for Foxxy to do. And I could canlı bahis siteleri tell it excited Mom.

He stripped off her trench coat, leaving her in just her tight, black boots, black silk stockings attached by garters to a black merry-widow corset that really cinched in her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure. The corset did nothing to cover her generous, full, round breasts, which were encased in a simple, smooth, black, front-closing bra. She wore no panties. Her beautiful, perfectly smooth, shaved pussy was fully on display. And the scent of her excitement filled the room. I could smell it. And Foxxy was sniffing her like an animal.

Foxxy bound the Secret Agent to my “examination table” (their bed and an angled sex pillow mom and I had found online). Mom’s legs were spread and cuffed to straps connected to the bottom corners of the bed. Her wrists were cuffed and clipped to D-rings at the top corners of the sex pillow.

Foxxy undid the front closure on Mademoiselle Mercury’s bra. Her perfect 34C cup breasts sprang free. Her nipples were already pointed and erect. Mom was excited. Foxxy pawed at her breasts and flicked at her extended nipples with his tongue, again like an animal.

“It’s time to wake our prisoner, Foxxy,” I commanded.

“Yes, Master,” said Foxxy. And he “revived” Mademoiselle Mercury with small vial of smelling salts. He and I then proceeded to interrogate, ravage and defile our captive.

“Mademoiselle Mercury, the drug that knocked you out is also an intense aphrodisiac and mind control drug. It will make you particularly susceptible to the natural pheromones of Foxxy Redd, my creation, my servant and my monster!” I cackled a villainous laugh.

“You’re the monster here, Dr. Foxenstein,” my mother snarled.

It’s amazing how just a small suggestion of an aphrodisiac can actually act as an intense aphrodisiac with some people! There was no drug in my mother’s wine. But just the suggestion that there might be allowed my mother the excuse, the opportunity, and the freedom to be more brazen, sexual and aggressive. My mother became wild with passion. My mother shook her head, as if fighting the effects. “Your drug must be affecting my mind,” she said. “Because I need to see that monstrous cock tenting your pants, Doctor!” I obliged her. Undoing the tie of my black, hospital scrub pants, letting them pool around my feet. My cock was fully erect at it’s six and a half inches. And I wasn’t wearing underwear. My mother gasped, as if she was seeing something massively, and monstrously huge. “You’re not going to force me to lick that beast, are you?”

“That is exactly what you will do, Miss Mercury. You will lick my ‘beast,’ while my beast licks you. Foxxy?”

In a long nasal growl, my father replied, “Yes…Master?”

“Lick our guest. Get your tongue deep inside her pretty, bare, spy pussy. I need her good and wet for all that is to cum.”

“Yes, Master.” And my father started eating my mother’s cunt like a ravenous dog. My mother gasped, clearly stunned and excited by the ferocity of his sensual, animalistic attack.

I took Miss Mercury’s hat and threw it on the floor. I grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and turned her face to my cock. I used my hand in the gauntlet, a glove with shiny metal armor riveted to the back of the fingers, thumb and the back of my hand. The Super Spy made a show of resistance. But the pleasure from my beast-man’s attentions made her gasp, and when that happened, I slipped my cock between her lips. She closed her eyes and concentrated on giving me as much pleasure as she was getting. I felt my cock swell and leak pre-cum onto her swirling tongue.

I then got an idea. I took my cock out of her mouth, and I climbed up on the bed, behind the angled cushion, up and behind my mother’s head. It gave me a beautiful angle to see my monster savaging the beautiful Super Spy’s pussy with his lips, teeth and tongue.

“Put a finger in her pussy, Foxxy! Is or prisoner wet?”

“Yes, Doctor! Very wet.”

“Good. Add another finger. Jam two fingers in this slippery Spy Slut’s cunt! Is she tight?”

“Yes, Master. She’s hot and tight. I can feel her muscles, squeezing and pulling at my fingers. I think she is aching to fuck. Please, may I fuck her, Master?”

“Perhaps.” I reach down, grabbed and pinched my mother’s nipples, twisting and pulling them up. My mother arched her body, bracing with her feet on the bed and her head on the pillow, trying to relieve the stress on her strained, tortured nipples. At that moment, I pushed the angled cushion with my knee. It slid down the bed, sliding the sexy spy up until her head popped over the edge of the pillow and her body flopped back down. Her nipples snapped from my grip, and my mother gasped as waves of pain and pleasure shot up and down her body.

“Jam three fingers into our captive, Foxxy! Stretch her pussy! And pinch and lick her clitoris! I will test our patient’s level of compliance to our drug.” I looked down at my mother face. It hung down off of the angled cushion, upside-down. She tried to lift her head, but the intensity of the beast-man’s attentions were driving her rapidly towards orgasm.

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