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A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 05

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Ch. 5. A test for Pam and Bob and a party:

The following Wednesday Pam was at the grille getting ready to cook dinner for Bob and her. Charlie yelled over the fence to Pam, “Hey there lovely lady, getting ready to grille up some chow?” Pam turned to Charlie with that big smile of hers and said, “Oh, hi Charlie, would you like to join us, there’s plenty?”

“Thanks, but I don’t want to impose,” Charlie said.

“We’d love to have you join us, don’t be silly.”

Charlie opened the gate and walked towards Pam, admiring her youthful beauty and felt an instant tingling sensation in his balls. He stood beside Pam and put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. He then smiled at her and asked, “You had a good time this past weekend on the boat?” Pam instantly blushed and said, “It was fun. We all had a good time, as I remember.”

Charlie said, “You sure made Hank’s day. He told me all about what happened when you two were alone. So now the both of us have tasted you, in different ways. He told me that if he hadn’t shot his load jerking off to you earlier, he would have fucked you. He said you were ready and willing. Did you tell Bob what happened? I know you told him about us when you came over for coffee.”

“Hank told you?” Pam asked shockingly. “Bob told you I told him about you … and Hank too? I won’t say positively ‘No’, I was at a very vulnerable state with Hank, but I’m not sure I would’ve let him screw me if he had tried.”

“I’m glad Hank didn’t fuck you. I want my old cock to be the first … if you ever decide to have that happen, of course. Hank said he can’t remember the last time he felt so satisfied. Bob got real horny seeing Hank and me jerking off watching you and got even hornier when he told me about you telling him about you stroking my cock. You think he’d like watching you with me or Hank? Would you enjoy having him watch? You do know by now that Hank and I would both love fucking you.”

“I don’t know if Bob would want to watch something like that and I don’t know if I would want him to. I’m not even sure I would go that far with anyone else. I’ll admit that the thought of pleasing you or Hank like that excites me, I just don’t know. What I do know is that if I ever do anything like that, you would be the first.” Pam looked down shyly before she finished the sentence, as the last few words were said much softer and somewhat hesitantly.

Charlie’s cock was hard as a rock at just the thought and he said, “Glad to hear that. It has been such a long time and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather sink my old cock into. That would be so special and a dream come true. I need to sit down and hide this erection you gave me,” he said, as he took Pam’s hand and put it on his crotch. Pam felt his fat hard cock and immediately felt her pussy get even wetter than she already had been. Charlie moaned as Pam gave his cock a soft tender squeeze and proceeded to sit on a nearby lawn chair. Charlie looked at Pam and said, “If you want to find out whether Bob would enjoy watching, and you’d like being watched by him, we can always take some light liberties with each other today … as sort of an informational trial … nothing real heavy, just a little groping or fondling, you know. You don’t have to answer, I’ll just follow your lead.”

Bob came out of the house, a few minutes later, carrying the raw hamburgers and all the other necessities that Pam had not yet brought out and said, “Oh, Hi Charlie, didn’t know you were here with Pam.” Bob immediately noticed the large bulge in Charlie’s pants and knew that something had been going on, before he showed up. “You joining us for some food? Want a cold drink?”

Charlie said, “Yep, your lovely wife invited me to join you. If you have a cold beer I’ll take one, thanks.”

Bob thought to himself, “The horny old fuck is at it again.” He had noticed a strange look on Pam’s face when he first came out, but thought it was due to the heat and the sun. He now knew better. Bob went back into the house to get Charlie his beer and returned with the beer and two cokes for Pam and himself. He handed Pam hers and sat down next to Charlie, while Pam put the burgers on the grille. They both just sat there admiring Pam’s great ass.

Pam sat with the guys while the burgers were cooking and a conversation ensued about boating, fishing, and the water in general. Charlie asked if they wanted to go fishing again the weekend after next. Pam excitingly said, “Yes, of course. You’re not going out this weekend?” Charlie said that he would be spending time with his brother, Walter, and that Walter’s birthday was this coming weekend. He added that he lived alone and didn’t have any close friends still alive.

“Oh that’s so sad and so nice of you, Charlie. How old is he? Is he married? Does he have any kids?”

“My brother is going to be 70 and his wife died over 10 years ago. They never had kids either, like me and my wife. Walter kind of stays to himself now. I’m having him over bursa escort on Saturday to kind of celebrate, so there’ll be no fishing this weekend.”

“We should have a little something for your brother this weekend,” said Pam.

“That’s a personal family moment, Pam. I’m sure Charlie and Walter want to enjoy each other alone,” said Bob.

Charlie piped up and said, “That’s a great idea, Pam, I just wouldn’t want to tie up your Saturday.”

“Don’t be silly Charlie, we don’t have anything special going on. We’d love to help you try and cheer up Walter, any way we can. It would be our pleasure, wouldn’t we Bob?”

“Yeah, if you think we might be able to help,” said Bob.

“I can’t think of anything that could cheer up Walter more than your lovely wife. She’s a glorious sight for any old man and her beauty might be just what the Doctor ordered for my otherwise lonesome brother. That would make Walter feel special, he’d enjoy it, I’m positive.” Charlie looked at Pam and gave her a knowing smile that wasn’t missed by Pam.

Pam got up to take the burgers off the grille and gave Charlie a curious look and thought she had a good idea what Charlie was implying.

They ate, had some laughs and just had a nice relaxing time while they digested their food. Bob got up and said to Pam, “You cooked, I’ll clean up. Keep Charlie entertained.”

Once Bob was in the house, Pam looked at Charlie and said, “I know what you were talking about when you said Walter would enjoy me, I’m not teasing your brother, so get that right out of your head. Besides, Bob would be right there.”

“I suspect Bob would enjoy it just as much as old Walter and you. There is a way to find out thought. I’m not suggesting you put on a show, just give him an occasional glimpse every now and then when the opportunity presents itself. See how things go and see the reactions you get from him. You may enjoy turning on a 70 year old man on his birthday, as much as you enjoy me and Hank. You’d be the best birthday gift anyone could give him. Just think about it.”

“Don’t plan on it and get your hopes up. It’s not going to happen.” Pam said sternly. What she didn’t let on was the fact that the thought of getting another old man excited, who was a virtual stranger, sent mini-electrical pulses throughout her body. “What is happening to me,” she thought. “That seed that Bob planted about giving pleasure to old, lonely men, has really made me look at things differently and find it very exciting thinking about giving them something they never thought they would see or get, ever again,” continuing to think to herself. She felt the wetness returning that she experienced earlier at the grille with Charlie.

Charlie said, “Well, I’ve got to get going. Thanks for the burgers and thank Bob too. Think about what I said and if Walter enjoys what you do, we can go fishing the following Saturday, just you, Bob, and me. Would you like that?”

“Just the three of us? Yes, I’d like that very much. Just don’t expect much from me with Walter. I’m just going to give him little glimpses, like you said. That’s if I decide to go along with your suggestion.” Obviously, she already had.

“Just glimpses, honey, we wouldn’t want Walter to get so worked up that he loses control. He doesn’t own a boat, but his boat is much bigger than mine, if you know what I mean.” Charlie started to get up from his chair.

Pam asked, in a sultry voice, “Do you need to leave right now?”, and placed he hand on his thigh, rubbing softly.

“No, not really. What did you have in mind?” Charlie asked, in excited anticipation.

“Come into the house with me.”

Pam went inside, with Charlie following, and said to Bob, “Charlie wants me to show off my body to his brother as a birthday present. Can you imagine?”

“Naked?” Bob asked, loudly.

“No silly! He said just some quick sexy glimpses, every so often. He said it would make Walter’s birthday party special.”

“Nothing wrong with a provocative mini-flash here and there. Hell, you’ve let both Charlie and Hank see your tits, and more. Shit, you even let them suck them. What’s one more old man? Besides, you enjoyed it just as much as they did.”

“I don’t know, Bob … This seems like it might be getting a little out of hand.”

“It’s up to you, your call. After everything that’s happened, I don’t mind one more old man looking at you in a sexual way. Whatever you decide is fine with me.”

Bob came out of the bathroom and was surprised to see Charlie sitting on the couch, wearing a coy smile.

“Oh, hi Charlie, I didn’t know you were here. Is everything alright?”

Pam sauntered to the couch and sat close to Charlie, and said, “That’s what we’re going to find out right now, once and for all. Sit down across from us, Bob.”

Pam looked at Charlie and smiled, then looked at Bob, in a very sexy way. She began, in a very sultry and confident voice, “Everything that has happened, thus far the past few months, has bursa escort bayan been at the urging of you. You’ve wanted me to become a much freer-spirited wife sexually. You suggested that me being naughty and doing different and naughty things, I might find that I would enjoy the whole process. Well, bringing Charlie into the equation, with the enormous age difference, is about as different and naughty as it could get, for me. I’ve discovered that everything that’s happened up to now, physically between Charlie, Hank, and myself has been extremely exhilarating and pleasurable. There are still a number of questions that have gone unanswered. Do you follow me so far?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know where this is going. We’ve talked about this with great candor and honesty. What needs to be still answered, and why now?” Bob asked, puzzled and a little nervous curiosity in his voice.

Pam, placing her hand on Charlie’s upper thigh, continued. “Well, you completely enjoy me giving you a detailed report of everything I’ve done with each, and what they’ve done to me, as I have. I saw how you were enjoying my gardening antics, that first day. I saw how much you enjoyed watching me visually having sex with Charlie and Hank, while they masturbated and ejaculated. None of which there was any physical contact. You don’t know if you’d enjoy actually watching one of them touching me sexually, and I don’t know if I would enjoy it just as much, if not more, if you were watching me being naughty sexually with them. I think we should have both of those answered before we go to Walter’s birthday party to allow me to feel comfortable and free to do as the spirit moves me, so as not to offend you or cause an undesirable and embarrassing scene, and to know what we really are or are not comfortable with moving forward. Does that make sense to you, or am I sounding completely ditsy and somewhat out of control?”

“I understand where you’re coming from, and you don’t sound ditsy or out of control. What do you think you might do to Walter at the party that you haven’t done in front of me already? Bob asked, somewhat excitedly.

Pam’s eyes lit up and a huge naughty smile came over her face. She looked at Charlie, who already had a visible hard-on, then looked at Bob, and said, “Would you enjoy seeing me do this?” She then reached over and grabbed Charlie’s cock and started stroking it, over his pants. “It’s so fat and hard. I love feeling and stoking it.” This went on for a few minutes while Pam made cooing sounds and Charlie had his eyes closed. Bob was surprised and getting a rapid and raging erection. “Hmm honey? Or if I did this?” She then got up and sat on Charlie’s ‘lap strategically and began gyrating seductively. “I love feeling this old, fat and hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. Would you like seeing him playing with my tits, Bob, while he dry fucks my ass?” She then took hold of Charlie’s hand and placed one on each of her tits and told him to make them feel good too. Bob was watching this scene and unconsciously grabbed his cock and started massaging it, over his pants. “You do like watching me and I like doing it in front of you sooo much. It feels so good I’m getting close to orgasm. Take your cock out Bob, I want to see how much this is enjoyable to you. Jerk off and let me make you cum.”

“Really?” Bob said, questioning.

“Yes, really. Hurry, I’m almost there.”

Charlie was humping in unison with Pam’s gyrations, while he continued to hungrily squeeze Pam’s tits.

Bob took out his cock and began masturbating.

“That’s it honey. Let me please the both of you at the same time. Ooh, I’m going to cum soon, baby. This is so fucking hot. You like this, honey?” Pam hungrily growled in utter lust.

Bob heard Charlie say, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Pam said, “Yes Charlie, I want to make you feel good too.” Charlie’s cock was still in his pants.

Pam suddenly put her hand on her pussy, and yelled, “Oh yessss, I love being naughty. I’m going to cum right now!”

Bob was now rapidly jerking off and just as close to cumming as Pam and Charlie.

Charlie gave out a loud grunt as his legs stiffened. He moaned, “Oh, so good … cumming, cumming.”

Pam yelled, “I am cumming too, Charlie!”

Pam looked at Bob with the most lustful look he had ever seen on her and shot a huge load all over his shirt, pants, and the carpet.

Pam rolled off Charlie’s lap and just laid there, breathing heavily and contently.

Once Charlie semi-recovered, he leaned over towards Pam and whispered in her ear, “Now I know I’ll never be totally satisfied until we really fuck each other.”

Charlie started to get up and said, “It’s so fucking hot in here, I need to sit outside and recover, before I attempt the walk home.”

As he got up and staggered to the door, Bob noticed a huge wet spot in the front of Charlie’s pants. Charlie went out and sat on one of their lawn chairs, totally satiated.

With his cock still hanging out, escort bursa Bob went to the bathroom and got a towel to clean up the floor and himself. He went to the kitchen sink to dampen the towel and saw Charlie slowly walking towards the gate. He was cleaning up the carpet when he heard rustling on the couch. He turned and saw Pam sitting and looking at him. He sat on the chair and put his cock back in his pats.

Pam, in a soft and contented voice said, “I guess we answered two of the questions. How do you feel about all these new goings on?”

Bob hesitated a moment, then replied, “I loved you before this, and I love you more after. I told you I was fine with wherever you took this and you were happy and enjoying it too. I meant it then, and am sure about it now.”

“I love you too, Bob. Make no mistake of that … EVER! I still don’t know if I would ever really fuck Charlie, but I know now, and am sure, that you’ve meant every word you’ve said. I know you’re okay with whatever happens now, in front of you or without you there to see it. You were right all along, doing naughty things is enjoyable to me, and I love knowing that I am pleasing old men and giving them something they never would experience again. There is something so outrageous about it that makes it so exciting to me. Thank you for helping me find that freedom. I love you so much.”

“Well, we’re all fucked out, so there is nothing else to do but take a nap and make plans for Walter’s birthday party. Care to join me?” Bob said, jocularly.

“Second best opportunity I’ve had today. Let’s go lay down for an hour or so.” Pam giggled with some relief in her voice, grabbed Bob by the arm and led him to the bedroom.

Around noon on Saturday the phone rang. Bob answered it and after a quick conversation, hung up.

“That was Charlie just telling us that Walter had arrived and for us not to bring any food. He said he was going to grille up some sea bass he had caught last week.”

Pam came out of the bedroom wearing a thin, yellow, low cut sun dress with just tiny white bikini panties and no bra. She looked exquisite, as always. She wore sun dresses a lot during the heat of summer, so Bob thought nothing of it. They got a bottle of wine from the fridge and Pam grabbed the birthday card she had bought for Walter. Bob looked at her quizzically and she simply said, “It’s Walter’s birthday, we can’t go over there empty handed.”

Bob said, “No bra today, and you’re about to meet a perfect stranger? I guess you really do enjoy tantalizing and horning up any old man. You’ve come a long way, honey.”

“Know that I know we both love this new freedom and I can get you horned up while I’m arousing some old lonely guy and myself, I do feel comfortable knowing all is okay and will be okay between us afterwards, yeah, it’s liberating and will really be fun with no guilt associated with it.”

They entered Charlie’s yard and he yelled out, “Well, there’s the frog and the lovely princess.” He took Pam’s hand and brought her to a very old looking man that resembled Charlie a little, who was sitting in a chair, Bob followed. Charlie positioned Pam right in front of Walter with the sun to her back and introduced the three. Charlie said, “This is my lovely young neighbor that I’ve told you so much about.”

Walter looked Pam up and down while the sunlight shined through her sundress, exposing a light silhouette of Pam’s youthful, perfectly shaped body. Walter paused and a broad smile suddenly appeared on his face as he put out his hand and said, “Very pleased to meet you.” Charlie leaned over and whispered, “See? I said you would make Walter happy. That dress is a nice touch, and no bra, wonderful, keep up the good work.” Pam just sucked her teeth, making a “tsk” sound and gave Charlie a wispy smile and said, “You know how I like to please.”

Pam turned back to Walter and handed him the envelope containing the birthday card. She leaned forward towards him, exposing a very nice amount of cleavage and said, “We’ve never met, but Bob and I couldn’t come to your birthday party without at least a card for you. Happy Birthday, Walter.”

Walter couldn’t take his eyes off of Pam’s tits. Her thin, light dress was almost transparent in the light, giving Walter a clear view of her nipples and areola, hidden by only a thin, transparent dress top. He took the card and said, “Thank you very much,” and put it on his already slightly bulging crotch in an attempt to hide his excitement; an excitement he hadn’t felt in over a decade.

Bob noticed how mesmerized Walther was with Pam, he just stuck out his hand and said, “By the way, I’m Bob, Pam’s husband. Nice to meet you and Happy Birthday.” Walter shook Bob’s hand and, uninterestingly said, “Thanks, nice meeting you too.” His eyes rapidly returning to Pam’s cleavage and nipples.

Bob thought to himself, “He obviously doesn’t give a fuck about associating with me, he’s too busy fucking my wife with his eyes, can’t say that I blame him though. I’ll just grab a beer and a seat.”

“You want a something cold to drink, honey?” Bob asked Pam. “Not right now, Bob, thanks. Maybe Walter does though.” Walter just shook his head, making a NO gesture.

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I was horny. I didn’t care what I was doing . And I didn’t care if anyone caught me. I am 20 years old, 36c-24-34, 120lbs, 5’6″. I have black hair that most call coal black. My nipples are dark brown and stick out 1″ when I am horny or when chilled. I keep my pussy smooth and clean. In other words, I am shaved bald down there. My lips hang down low and my clit is rather large and sensitive. I have two brothers. One likes getting his ass fucked by the football team, the other loves to watch me no matter what I am doing.

I was in my room when I was horny and I knew my brother was around. I didn’t care. I was going to masturbate and cum like there was no tomorrow. I went to my bed and stripped off my clothes. I started to rub my nipples. Boy did that feel good. My nipples were standing out and I pulled them hard. That is when I heard him.

I knew he had a peep hole in his closet. I also knew he would jack off while watching me every time. “Ok little brother. I know you are there. So why don’t you stop peeping on me and come here?”

I waited for a few minuets and heard him leave his closet. He softly knocked on my door. “I’m sorry sis. I just can’t help it. No girl would give me a chance to look at them naked. Or watch them masturbate.”

I knew his problem. At 18, he was the only one in his class that was a virgin. I knew this because my best friends sister was in his class. She said that if he would get his nose out of the books and the teacher’s ass he might get lucky. I doubted that. I knew that at the school, once you were labled a geek, you were a geek until you died, or got rich. And most that got rich, never bursa escort came back to this god forsaken town. My younger brother was a computer geek. I had a feeling that he would end up being the next Bill Gates. I was still naked. Remember I said I didn’t care. I was horny and I needed relief. “My dear brother, I know you won’t see a naked girl unless you peep on me, but don’t you feel guilty about looking at your sister naked?”

“No.”

“Then why don’t you just ask to see me? I would let you.”

“You would???”

“Well, only when I am horny. And when no one is around.”

“Where is everybody sis?”

“Mom is off fucking her friend. Dad is off at work and won’t be home until well after midnight, when he is drunk. Our older brother is off sucking the shit out of his boyfriends dick.”

“Don’t you mean cum?”

“You forget little brother, his boyfriend packs our brother’s ass before he gets his dick sucked on by our brother.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. So mom is fucking her friend?”

“I had caught her in bed with her friend about a month ago and when she found out I knew, she begged me not to tell dad. I told her she sounded like a kid and not to worry. I told her I had tried the girl on girl thing, and I liked it and considered myself bi. I liked licking a pussy and having my pussy licked, but I also liked having a nice hard cock fill me up.” I looked at my brother’s crotch and saw the buldge there. It looked like he had a nice sized cock. “You know, I am feeling a little out of place. Why don’t you get naked with me?”

He slowly started to take his clothes off. For being a geek, he did bursa escort bayan have a body on him. As he was stripping, I started to rub my nipples again. They were standing out as he took off his pants. I got a surprise when he did. He was wearing boxer shorts. I thought the boxer shorts in the laundry belonged to our dad. I was wrong, they belonged to my brother. When he took them off I was shocked even more. His cock was, well it had to be at least 8″ long. And it was only half hard. I found out later that when he was fully erect, it was 10″ in length, 3″ wide, and 2″ thick. It was the biggest dick I would ever see, taste, and have in me, filling me up. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

“I’ll let you fuck me anytime you want, as long as I am the only one that knows about it. The first time I hear someone say something about me fucking my brother, it is through. I will not tell anyone and you had better not either.”

“Are you kidding me? You are not trying to get me to cum and then block up the hole and never let me see you naked again are you?”

“Let’s find out.” I got down on my knees and took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times. I then took it and licked the head. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. God it was huge. I had a hard time taking it all in (no pun intended) But I did and it was good. I sucked, and licked and gobbled at his dick until I heard him say,

“Oh god, I’m cumming…. ” He grabbed my head and held on as he let go of his load. I swallowed as much as I could and what I couldn’t ran down my chin and driped onto my tits.

“That was great, brother. I could eat escort bursa you all day.” I took the cum that fell on my tits and licked it off my fingers. “Now why don’t you get down between my legs and do to me what I did too you. MAKE ME CUM!!!!”

I got on the bed and spread my legs wide. My brother licked his lips and crawled between my legs. He started to lick around on my lips. He took a finger and put it in me and moved it all around. After a few minuets of this he took hold of my clit and sucked hard. I went through the roof. I was cumming so hard I thought I would drown my little brother. “ENOUGH! I want you to fuck me with the monster you call your cock!”

“Happy to ablige you.” His cock had gotten back to its full hardness. He took it and rubbed it up and down my slit. When he was done teasing me he put it in slowly, so slowly. He did love teasing.

I felt him as he went inch by inch. And it was wonderful. When he was in to the hilt he said, “I never thought it would be this good. Actually it is so much better than I ever thought it could be.”

“Oh shut up and fuck me.” He did. I was going crazy with the amount of times I was cumming on his dick. I knew I was ruined for any other cock. I would not have another. I figured I would fuck him once in a while and be happy. Now I knew I would not be able to have another. I was hooked on a cock, and it was my brother’s.

“Oh god, sis! I’m gonna cum!”

“IN ME! I WANT IT IN ME!!!!”

“Here it comes!!!” He pushed his dick in me so far I thought he was in my womb. I felt every spurt he shot in me. And then I came so hard I also spurted. “God sis, that was so great. I hope we can do this again.”

“Trust me, we will.”

That was 4 months ago and we have been lovers ever since. The alarm just went off. It has been 5 minuets and I wonder if the test came up positive…..

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Big Girls Don’t Cry Ch. 03

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Many thanks to MRiceman1964 for editing, commenting, and keeping an eye on reality for me, thanks, Mike! As this is a direct follow from Part 2, it would make sense to read that first, otherwise things may become slightly confusing…

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I held Lena close, feeling her warmth against me as I kissed her cheek lightly, then I took her hand, my sister’s hand, and slipped the antique engagement ring onto her finger, pulling her close again to kiss her cheek once more and whisper that I loved her, while mum stood by and smiled sadly. Finally she dabbed at her eyes and passed me a piece of paper with a ‘University Hospitals Bristol NHS Trust’ heading. I looked at her questioningly.

“What is this mum?” I asked her, and she smiled.

“It’s the number for my old head of department; he’s head of the Cardio-Vascular unit at the Royal Infirmary, and he’s looking for a Junior Surgical Consultant for a Locum to substantive post with the Cardiology team; I told him about you, and he’s waiting for you to call him. It’s initially for six months, but the post will become substantive if you decide to remain with the team; I think you should take it; you and Lena will need this, so do it soon, Darryl, please, for both of you.”

I hugged her tightly, she’d solved my first problem, and now Lena and I had something to tell everyone. I nodded to Lena and all eyes switched to her.

“Mum, daddy, Darryl and I have been talking, and we’ve come to a decision; we want to have a baby, soon, this year. Please don’t object or start giving me reasons why we can’t, this is what we want, we think it’s what this family needs, there are…other reasons why we want a baby this year, you know as well as I what they are, but this is for us, and for you. We love each other very much, and this is what we both want.”

Dad smiled, looking slightly bemused, but not surprised, mum smiled slightly, nodding as though something had become clear.

“What you kids do is not really my business anymore,” said dad, “I’m in no position to tell you what’s right or wrong, but I will say just one thing again; Darryl, Lena’s been in love with you since forever, don’t make her regret giving her heart to you, and I mean that; in a little while there’ll be only the two of you here, you’ll have to take care of each other, and any little ones who come along, so you have to be sure that this is what you want. Your Aunt Min’s right, this is an all-in deal, so now’s the time to back out if you’re going to, not two years down the line, or five or ten. I want to leave this world secure in the knowledge that my kids have done the right thing by each other, and that they’re going to keep on doing it for each other and their family.”

Lena left her seat and came and stood next to me, her fingers gently stroking the back of my neck, before sitting on my lap, my arm instinctively going around her waist to hold her to me. She used to sit like this before, when we were younger, but now there was a whole new meaning to why she chose to do that, and mum and dad both got it.

“Mum, daddy, Darryl and I will be fine; we’ve both got what we want, you really don’t need to worry about us, or what we’re doing, or where we’re going with this; we know what we feel for each other, and what we want out of life, for both of us, and it starts right here!”

After that there was a flurry of family hugs and conversation about when they were leaving, things they should take and leave behind, bright and positive, but with an undercurrent of bitter sadness.

I called the number mum gave me and made an appointment to see her old boss after she and dad had left, and he understood; he was quite despondent at her leaving, she’d been Head Nurse in the Cardiology Centre before taking up her post in the Renal Unit, and was one of his most trusted friends and colleagues in both posts. He really didn’t want to let her go, but he knew what was happening with dad, and accepted that I had more pressing things to deal with just now.

That night, Lena and I went up to bed together, mum and dad making no comment when we left together, and just a broad wink from Min. Once we got to the room, Lena wasted no time in stripping off and climbing into bed naked. I held out her sleeping shirt, but she just dimpled and declined it.

“What’s the point in putting it on Dar, bursa escort you’ll just yank it off me again! I’ll just sleep raw if you don’t mind!”

I didn’t mind at all, she was a wonderful sight to behold naked, and I could feel all kinds of interest stirring, something she noted as I climbed into bed.

We held each other close, as much for comfort as for the chance to feel each other’s body pressed together so intimately, and the involuntary reflex struck; my cock was rock hard and ready for action from being pressed against Lena’s smooth hairless mound, something she noticed immediately.

“So Darryl, you feel like a little contact sport, some night games, yes?” she whispered in my ear, and try as I might to think how inappropriate this would be, all I really wanted to do was jam my cock into her as hard and as far as I could. Taking my silence as agreement, she wrapped her little hand around my hardness and squeezed gently. I reciprocated by sliding my hands down and cupping her sexy cheeks, enjoying the springy firmness of them in the palms of my hands as I squeezed and kneaded them.

“Got any new moves in your playbook, Stud?” she teased, licking my lips as she kissed me with light, feathery kisses all over my face and neck.

In reply, I rolled her onto her back and clamped my lips over her nipples, sucking at the rubbery little stalks in turn and flicking them with my tongue tip, making her giggle and sigh. I moved on down, lightly kissing and licking her tummy, licking and swirling my tongue around in her gorgeous little navel before kissing down to her beautiful bare little pussy. I slid between her thighs and pulled toward me, putting my hands behind her knees and pushing her legs up to raise her pelvis off the bed.

“Why Darryl whatever are you doing to me!?” she cooed, and in answer I dipped my head down to lick in a long slow line from the hood of her clitoris all the way to her cute, sexy, tempting little pink starfish.

“Ooohhh! That feels so good, keep doing that!” she groaned, and I obliged by pushing her legs even further over, until her knees were almost touching her shoulders, her pussy pointing straight at the ceiling.

Now I licked and sucked in earnest, pushing my tongue between the folds of flesh enfolding her vulva, probing between them, tasting and teasing her. I came at last to the hard little knob of her clitoris, fully emerged from its little hood and glowing pale pink, slick, shiny and appealing. Lena kept up a constant sighing encouragement, the words “oh yes, like that, yes, oh yes…!” tripping endlessly from her lips as I licked, sucked, teased, and tormented her delicious, sopping wet pussy, paying especially close attention to her clitoris, sucking it gently and rubbing it lightly with my tongue.

Lena was threshing about on the bed, mini-orgasms bursting through her in waves, and when I slid my hand around her hip and rubbed her clitoris as I pushed my tongue deep into her vagina, she came with a loud groan, her pussy convulsing around my tongue as she shuddered and trembled with pleasure.

I hadn’t finished with her yet, though; as she began to come down, I rubbed her clitoris lightly with my thumb, while I licked and tickled her anus with my tongue-tip, listening to the murmured “Oh! Oh! Oh!” as I darted my tongue in and out of her. I kept up the motion of my thumb on her clitoris, alternating with sliding it into her pussy in time to my tongue thrusts into her tight, slick little hole.

Lena began to twitch and push her crotch into my face, humping herself against me as I probed and jabbed inside her private places, her breathing beginning to hitch as she approached her orgasm, and as her pussy tightened about my intruding thumb, I shoved my tongue into her anus as hard as I could.

She came with a guttural scream, warm tangy-sweet liquid spraying across my face and neck as she ejaculated with the force of her orgasm, her anus contracting and forcing my tongue out as her pussy clamped down tightly around my thumb. I kept stroking her clitoris and licking her anus, keeping her orgasm rolling on.

At last she was done, her legs dropping back down to the bed and her breathing harsh as she gulped for air, and I could see a pulse beating in her neck and the base of her throat. As I watched, she calmed, her breathing slowing and her pulse no longer hammering.

“That was awesome, Dar, where did you learn that? Oh yes, Gower Street Nurses Quarters, why do I even bother asking…?” she smiled, and then took hold of me.

“You need to do something about this, Lover-Boy; any ideas?” she grinned wickedly, holding my bone-hard erection and circling her thumb in the clear lubricant oozing from the tip.

I shuffled up between her wide-spread thighs, and leaned down, Lena guiding me until I slid into her, the sudden constriction around my cock exciting and highly stimulating. Lena hissed as I slid all the way into her, until I was buried to the very root in her hot, tight pussy. I stopped to let her prepare herself, and bursa escort bayan she pulled my head down, kissing me once lightly on the lips.

“What are you waiting for, Daryl? Get a move on, make babies in me!”

I grinned, beginning to move within her, slipping in and out as I pumped her full of my cock. Lena held herself tight against me, her hips pumping against mine, and her pussy squeezing and relaxing as I jammed myself into her. She was close to orgasm again, I could see it in her flushed face and neck, her elevated heart rate and the glazed look developing on her face. I was near the point of no return when she began muttering in my ear, goading me on, heating me up even further.

“That’s it, Darryl, shove that cock into me, fill me with baby juice, you put a ring on my finger, now put a baby in my belly, c’mon stud, fuck that baby into me, don’t you want to see my belly with your baby inside it?!”

I lost it, hammering mindlessly into her, my whole world consisting of the feel of her wrapped around me, humping against me as I pumped into her, her arms around me as she talked endlessly in my ear, telling me what she wanted me to do to her, making me hot, making me want to just explode inside her.

Lena came in a series of convulsions, a volcanic eruption of pleasure inside her, her pussy rippling and sucking at my cock. All I could hear was her scream as she orgasmed, and that did it for me; I came like a thunderbolt, pouring pulse after pulse of spunk into her tight pussy, jamming my cock into her as I filled her up, wanting nothing but to make my baby inside her right now, this instant; this was going to be the one, I was sure of it! We convulsed against each other for long minutes, stream after stream of sperm pouring out of me and into her, doing what she’d asked, filling her with my baby juice, mating with her, impregnating my sister, my aunt, my girl.

I slumped down next to her, totally spent, Lena in almost the same state from the endless orgasms she’d been having all night. I was almost too tired to think, but I did remember to switch on the alarm clock, and then I pulled Lena close, and that was it until the ringing of the alarm woke us the next morning.

The drive to the airport was as grim and tense as I’d been dreading it would be; Lena went in the MPV taxi with mum, dad, and their luggage, squeezing-in a last few minutes with them, and I followed with the aunts as my passengers. Min tried talking to me as we drove to Bristol International, the old Lulsgate Airport, but I had too much on my mind right then, so after a while she gave up, Doreen just leaning over to brush my face with her fingertips without saying anything. Lena had been even more uncommunicative this morning, the reality of our parents’ leaving now striking home, but I had nothing to say to her; what could I possibly have said? Min and Doreen seemed to understand this, and even their small talk together soon petered-out.

We sat in the departure lounge, waiting for their flight to Paphos to be called, me mostly in silence, Lena looking lost and ready to cry.

I felt like I was about one step behind her; they weren’t going on holiday, they weren’t retiring abroad, they were going to Cyprus because my dad was dying, and his doctor thought he might eke out a few more weeks or months of life if he left. I understood that; I’d probably have made the same recommendation, but that didn’t make me feel any better about it.

Then the moment came I’d been dreading; I looked up at the departures board and their flight was up, time to go. Mum saw it as well and pulled Lena to her in one last, desperate bear-hug. Lena looked at her in surprise, then glanced up and saw the board, and a look of utter loss and desolation settled on her face. She tried to say something, but all that came out was a soft mewing sound of anguish and unbearable loss.

Mum and dad started pushing the trolley with their hand-luggage to the gate, Lena tagging along with them, and me trailing behind, unable to believe this moment had actually come, that they were actually leaving us. The two aunts hung back, crying as they waved goodbye, their own hugs and farewell kisses done. Lena started crying, and mum reached up to wipe her tears, tears streaming down her own face. When we got to the gate, dad turned to me and hugged me close, holding the back of my neck as I hugged him, then he pulled away and grinned his old grin.

“See you in a month or so, eh?” he smiled, and I grinned back in spite of myself.

“You bet, have the beers on ice!” I smiled, suddenly feeling just a little more upbeat; we’d see them again in a few weeks, this wasn’t goodbye, it was just ‘Au Revoir’; it helped if I thought like that; not a lot, but some.

“Love you, Son!”” he whispered, and I whispered back “Love you too, dad!”

When we’d finally hugged and kissed them goodbye a dozen times, they walked through the Departure Gate, and it was all I could do to stop myself barring their way, dragging them back home; I was a doctor, escort bursa I could look after my dad, he didn’t need to die in a foreign country…thoughts like these filled my head, but I stood my ground; they needed to do this, it was for dad, and it was what he wanted, it was what he needed for mum.

Just as they disappeared through Immigration Control, Lena darted forward, obviously planning on following them, but I’d been half-expecting something like this and I caught her before she gone two steps, grabbing her round the waist and holding her as she struggled.

“Get…off…they’re leaving…No, Darryl, please, …fucking let go of me! No….Mummy…no, don’t go…wait for me…Daddy, no, wait for me, pleeaase…!”

I held her tightly, holding her against me as she struggled and tried to squirm out of my grasp.

“Lena, no, stop it, no, Lena, wait, you can’t go in there, you haven’t got a passport, they’ll arrest you, stop it!”

She suddenly went limp against me, moaning softly “…No…No…They’re going…stop them, please, Darryl, please, make them stop…mum…!”

I held her close to me as she cried against my shoulder, stroking her hair as she sobbed herself out. At last she stopped crying, taking the tissue I offered her.

“Why did you stop me Dar? I could have called them back; they don’t have to go…!”

I gently pulled her round to look at me.

“Look, baby, you can’t go in there, but this is what we’ll do; over there is the Easyjet desk, we’ll get you a ticket and you can fly out tomorrow, with a passport and a proper ticket and everything, OK? I knew you couldn’t let them go, not like this, so you go out and stay with mum and dad for as long as you want, I’ll be here, waiting for you. I won’t be lonely, Aunt Doreen lives nearby, maybe I’ll ask her to come and stay while you’re away. I really think you need to do this, so you should. I’ll hopefully have a new job to be getting to grips with, so I won’t have time to be lonely, but if I need you, I can still call you, and you just come back home when you’re ready.”

Lena looked at me wide-eyed.

“You’d do that? Really?” and I nodded.

“In a heartbeat; I can’t bear to see you crying, and I won’t have you being sad when I can do something about it. We can fix this easily enough; you were wrong when you said you could let them go, we know that now, so let’s fix this right now. Come on; let’s get your ticket for you!”

My heart was breaking as I said it; the thought of losing her, maybe for months on end, was something I didn’t even want to think about, but I couldn’t have my girl hurting and sad. She needed more time with mum and dad, and I could give it to her, it was the least I could do, and it was the right thing to do; my own needs would have to take a back-seat; my sister, my girl, the centre of my world, needed me to do this for her.

We booked her on a flight bound for Paphos the following morning, and drove home in silence, both of us too full of our thoughts to talk about anything, even the aunts sitting silently in the back seat, and spent a gloomy afternoon packing her bags and a quiet evening talking about nothing much. When we went to bed, Lena held me close all night, almost fearful of letting go of me. We didn’t make love; we had far too much to think about.

I took her to the airport alone; Doreen and Min had elected to let us have a little privacy and spend the day together, so it was just the two of us at the airport, fidgeting as we waited for the inevitable. When her flight was called it felt like the end of everything, and once again I had to restrain myself, this time from holding her back, from preventing her getting on that flight, but I let her go, and walked her to the gate. Once there, she turned and held me close, kissing me long and desperately, then breaking off to hold my face in her hands.

“I’ll be back soon, baby, I swear; I just want a chance to say goodbye properly; they did everything in such a rush I just got…swept along, and I never got to say goodbye properly, or get used to the idea of them leaving; that’s all this is. I love you Darryl, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I have to go and say goodbye first, can you understand that?”

Of course I understood, I always had; in truth I wanted to do the exact same thing, but now she had to go, so I kissed her and watched her walk through Immigration Control and disappear. Going home was almost unbearable, the thought of going back to that big echoing house alone was almost too much to bear, and when I got home, it was as bad as I thought it would be. I wandered around, completely lost and alone for the first time in my life, a solitary ghost haunting this enormous house where so much had happened, and now it was just me, drifting sadly from room to room, nothing here now but fading echoes of the lives that had been lived there before moving on.

Min came home about seven that evening to find me moping about the place, already more lonely than I had ever been in my entire life. I’d already called mum’s old boss and had confirmed an appointment to see him the following morning, so maybe I’d have a job to fill up my days and distract me from the aching loneliness now that Lena was gone.

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The chilly air rolled off of Lake Michigan into my quiet Chicago suburb and threatened us with yet another blizzard. I could see my breath materialize before me into faint wisps of steam, yet my body was still on fire. Our track coach told us that all distance runners were required to compete in a half-marathon later that month. I had just finished a seven mile a run, and couldn’t wait to take off these sweats, despite the freezing temperatures. I told myself I hated running, and would never do it in college next year, but I actually loved the mental fight. And since I received a scholarship to run at a university in downtown Chicago, I would take advantage of it. I had wanted to move out since last September when I turned 18. I dreamed of going to Boston, far away from home, but at least my parents hate downtown Chicago, so I wouldn’t have to see them everyday.

My high school’s athletic hallway is typically packed for most of the evening, yet it was empty today; basketball season had just finished, and spring sports hadn’t started yet. I walked into the locker room and was greeted by a similar emptiness. The only sound was of one shower running in the back.

I took off my sweats, and my jockstrap and t shirt were predictably soaked with sweat. I pulled them off and sat on a bench to wrestle my wet socks off my feet. I was confident that nobody would walk in anytime soon, so I went about my business in the buff. And what if they did? I wouldn’t have cared anyway. I worked out twice a day these last two years, and was in the best shape of my life. I walked in front of a sink and looked at the sweat glistening on my washboard abdomen. “This body deserves to be shown off!” I thought sarcastically. I grabbed a towel and headed to the showers. I noticed a pile of clothes sitting at the other end of the bench, along with a familiar pair of neon green Adidas gym shoes. I smiled faintly: Parker.

The showers were divided into twenty separate stalls with curtains, and only one at the very back was running. I slowly walked towards it and crouched down. Based on the skin tone, I could tell that those feet probably belonged to Parker. Just to be sure, I asked.

“Parker?”.

“Yeah? Who’s that?” replied Parker’s voice.

I didn’t respond but instead dropped my towel, and charged through the curtain. When Parker saw this, he jumped back in the corner of the shower stall shouting obscenities… until he realized it was me. He then grabbed me by the hips and gave a dirty smile. I grabbed his firm ass and pulled myself up against his body. I was 6’4″, and he was only about 5’7″, so my hard cock rest between our abdomens, and his still soft cock slide beneath my balls.

I gave his lips a quick peck and pulled away. He leaned forward towards my face and kissed me passionately. As he pulled away, I bit his lower lip, pulled him back in and met his tongue with mine. He forced his tongue in to my mouth, and mine in his. It was a fight. Aggression turned me on, and made him go crazy.

This whole time, I could feel his cock getting hard beneath my balls. Our embrace remained close, and his dick pushed my balls up towards my body, and curved up around my ass. I had never noticed that there was a curve to his cock, but I sure felt it now. It was thicker than I remembered, too. I would guess he was about 8″ long, and proportional in width. He was half black, and it showed both in his light, caramel color, and thick, veiny cock.

I pushed my hips on his and forced him against the cool, tiled wall of the shower stall. I could tell the tile was cold. He shuddered and his back arched off the wall, pushing his hips back against mine. I savored the felling of his thick penis rubbing between my balls and against the start of my anus. He pushed me back against the wall of the shower. I hit my head against the shower head, and it hurt quite badly. We let go for a second. He could tell I was pissed and his face looked apologetic. Not apologizing for hurting me, but for potentially ruining the moment.

I stared him down for a split second: he was shorter than me, yet bulkier and more muscular. His abs, bursa escort legs and ass weren’t quite as tone as mine, yet he was definitely stronger than me. I was lanky and tall, yet well toned with lean muscle. He was stockier and stronger. I found him incredibly sexy.

“I’m sorry,” he quickly said.

“I’m not,” I replied.

My expression of anger was subtly morphed into one of aggressive, devious lust. Parker saw this, and his frown changed similarly. I grabbed his back and he grabbed my ass. I forced myself on him with a kiss more intense, fiery, and forceful than anything I had every experienced with another person. So much energy, drive and passion were flowing between us that I truly believed we were forced together by some unspoken, physical law of intimate gravity. It was like an electric field. We tried to fight, to pull ourselves away from each other, but that only made the force stronger. Parker let out an exhausted moan. I never noticed until now how much I loved his voice. Hearing that imperfect, vulnerable sound of love and lust drove me absolutely mad for him.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. The foreplay changed from a tantalizing, forbidden dance to a prison of anticipation. I took one last look into his light brown eyes. I could never have spoken a word to Parker in my life, and still know every single secret, memory, desire and fear he has ever known, just from this one glance. I kissed the side of his muscular neck and spun him around. He hesitated. I knew he wanted to fuck me this time. But he didn’t object. Was it because he was beginning to love me, or did he simply not care enough?

I began running my 7″ cock up and down the crack on his ass. I let the hot water from the shower serve as our lubricant. Just in case, I leaned down, put a finger in ass and spit on it. I stood up and placed the tip of my throbbing head on his tight asshole. I heard him take in a deep breath, and I pushed in. My cock has never been this thick or veiny. It was so hard, that I probably could’ve smashed a diamond with it.

Parker let out a restrained shout that fell into a moan. I could tell by the quiver in his voice that he was trying to stay silent, but he couldn’t help it. I let out a groan of intense pleasure and pulled my dick back out. I put it back in and began to thrust slowly and passionately. Parker’s back arched and he pushed against the wall. I started to pump my hips vigorously and my balls slapped up against hips as our hips grinded together. He leaned his head back towards me. I had to slow, because he was bending my dick. I grabbed the side of his head and kissed him.

It was a short kiss that lasted for hours in my mind. Everything was so primal. So natural. So perfect. He put his face up against the wall and held on. I pumped my cock into his ass with a vengeance. Parker moaned a cry of part pain, part pleasure, part shear emotions. I thought I was hurting him, but then he whispered “yes!” so decisively that I continued at full force.

I could feel every ribbed inch of his anus on the head of my cock. I was overcome by the pleasure. I looked up at the fluorescent light and saw the face of God. Then I saw nothing. I moaned a noise I had never made before, and Parker did the same. I came into him with such force that I was sure he could feel the power of it through his whole body. I couldn’t move after that. I simply pulled out and leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulders as we listened to each other pant.

After a minute Parker said “your turn.”

I kissed him once softly and began to work my tongue down his muscular, wet body. I lingered for a second on his hard nipples, and glided my hands down his obliques. His cock was hard again, and I grabbed his muscular ass and licked from the bottom of his balls, up to the tip of his shaft. God, he was so big! I think I may have previously underestimated him. I put my lips around his throbbing head. I could feel his pulse on my tongue. I began to suck, making the slurping noises I hoped he enjoyed as much I did. I moved my head back and then put his cock down into my throat. I didn’t come close to bursa escort bayan swallowing his whole cock, but he still moaned regardless. I then started to trace out little circles around the hole of his cock with my tongue. I went in for the kill, and stuck the tip of my tongue down the hole of his cock. He instantly cummed. It was almost too much to handle. I tried to swallow, and it took at least five tries to get it down. I fondled his wet balls to try and coax every last ounce out.

I was exhausted, and sat down against the wall of the shower and let the hot water run over me. Parker slid down the opposite side and we just stared at each other. With the passion out of my body, I tried to convince myself I didn’t love him. We agreed to keep the relationship purely physical when it started that weekend. I knew that wouldn’t work, but I didn’t know I would fall for him so quickly. I stared into his eyes for a minute straight. He crawled to me, put his legs over my hips and behind me as I moved forward. We hugged, and he put his head on my shoulder. I put my head on his and we sat there. And we sat. And we sat.

“Jared! Stop! Come back inside!” screamed Emily from her doorstep.

“Fuck you!” I screamed back. I saw the light in her parent’s room come on.

“Go to hell you tactless cunt!” I added, then turned around and ran down

her driveway in a drunken gait. I don’t know where I got that insult, but I do enjoy creative cursing, especially when I’m drunk. I started down the street in what I hoped was the right direction back to Sarah McLean’s party. I had texted Emily when I was at the party, and she told me to come over. She didn’t like when I partied without her, but I was so horny, I didn’t care if she found out I was drunk. So I walked the three blocks to her house and hoped to get it in without any complications. Of course, I was wrong.

A fight quickly broke out, and our three year long relationship was over. It seems like every high schooler expects to get married to their girlfriend, but I truly believed I would. Her parents even loved me! They were both born in Italy, and they loved that I was of full-blooded, Italian descent. Everything seemed perfect, but it all ended that night.

I walked down a side street in Evanston, Illinois in 40 degree weather in nothing but my dry-fit t shirt and gym shorts. I left my jacket and sweatpants in Emily’s bedroom, and wasn’t about to go back. My phone rang. The screen showed Emily’s name and a photo of her beautiful, soft, olive-skinned face and soft black hair. God, she was beautiful, and I already missed her. But I declined the call, and started crying. Maybe it was the booze, or the biting cold, but I was emotional, and I had never been an emotional or sensitive guy. It was then that I realized I was lost. It was three AM, and if a police officer found me, I would surely be arrested for underage drinking, and lose all of my scholarship offers.

That’s why I jumped in the bushes when a silver Cadillac pulled up beside me.

“Jared! It’s me, Derek. Emily called me and said you just ran off. Get in here before the cops come!”

I stumbled in the car, and Derek drove me back to Sarah’s house, where the party was starting to die down as people passed out on the floor. When I walked in, Kid Cudi was playing and I heard inebriated laughter coming from the kitchen. “Fuck everybody,” I thought to myself and walked downstairs to take a shot or two at Sarah’s basement bar. The black lights and strobes were still going as was the music, but nobody was down there except some whore from my math class who was wearing a dress that was inches from falling off. And there was this guy wearing a White Sox jersey, jeans and some stupid, neon shoes that looked radioactive under the black light. He was gaming her hardcore, and I ignored them and poured a shot of Kamchatka vodka. The whore (whose name was Kaleigh) got off the couch and puked in a trashcan. She apologized to the guy and crawled upstairs.

“Fuck it!” said the guy. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a shot of Kamchatka. “What’s up Jared? Can you tell me why escort bursa it’s so fucking hard to get some pussy tonight? Unbelievable,” said the kid before he took a double shot.

“Tell me about it. I just tried to get with my girl, and she broke up with me because I was… drunk. And sorry, I know I know you… But I can’t, uhhh… remember your name… cause drunk,” I slurred.

“Parker Thompson. We used to have study hall together.” He said.

“Ahh fuck! I remember you!” I threw my arm around his shoulder and told him how he was my best friend, because everyone else is fake as hell. None of this is true, but I didn’t know half of what I was saying. Parker laughed and agreed. “Especially girls,” I added, “They’re fake..est.”

“Amen to that!” said Parker, as we both took another shot.

We sat down on the couch and talked about how girls have been fucking us over lately. I learned that Parker just broke up with his girlfriend a few weeks ago, and has slept around with her friends to piss her off. I told him about my situation with Emily. I didn’t realize that I was laying down across the couch with my head on his lap, until he started playing with my hair. I just let it happen and continued to talk. I let my arm go to my side, and it brushed his bare ankles. I could feel his dick getting slightly hard beneath my head. I sat up and stared at him. I wanted to cuss him out and call him a pervert, but I couldn’t really think of what I wanted to say.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he blushed.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I replied, “I’m not.”

Parker smiled and I smiled back. He advanced on me and I leaned back onto the couch. His body was lying on top of mine, and I started to get hard when I felt his chest rise and fall against mine. It was so solid, so strong. He brought his face close to mine and hesitated. He had a sharp, angular jawline, masculine features, and was very sexy, yet there was something about him that made him appear young (though I knew he was a few months older than me). We waited there, feeling each other’s breath. I stared into his eyes for a few seconds, and leaned up to kiss him.

We leaned on each other so we could walk up the two flights of stairs to Sarah’s parent’s room. Parker locked the door behind us and we started to make out, undressing each other as we worked out way to the bed. I knew her parents were out of town, but I didn’t even stop to check if anyone else was in the room. I didn’t care. We left the lights off as we climbed on their bed. We both stood on our knees on the bed, kissing each other in the dark. I felt his thick biceps, his strong abs and his smooth, muscular back, and I loved every inch of it. We hopped off the bed and I bent him over the mattress. I knelt down and began to lick his asshole. I started with one finger, and heard him wince. Once he got comfortable I put in two, then three fingers. I could tell it was weird for him, but he was starting to enjoy it. Finally, I spit on my dick and slowly, carefully slide it in. I heard Parker sob a little. Maybe it was from the pain, or maybe from all of the emotions he was experiencing now. I could tell this was uncharted territory for us both, but I pushed on.

I grunted, and he moaned. I kept working my dick back and forth. I was starting to get used to it. We changed position and I sat on the bed; he sat on my dick. He took control and moved himself up and down with my help. I cried out ‘yes!’, and he reached his hand back and grabbed my shoulder. I could feel my climax coming on. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the adventure of something completely different than anything I’ve ever experienced, but I have never experienced an orgasm like it in my life, not even with Emily.

I loved Emily. I truly did, and I knew I would for a long time. At this point I felt nothing for Parker. He was just breakup sex; a rebound, albeit my first gay experience. I still considered myself straight. I justified it because I was drunk, and he was the only man I had ever had any attraction to. But when I saw Parker laying next to me naked in the morning, I knew I couldn’t let this be a one time ordeal. I would have to tell him when he woke up that we couldn’t let this relationship get emotional; it was only about the sex, not the love. Until then, I put my arm over his pecs, and fell asleep again on his chest.

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A Seniors Club Ch. 02

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Laura awoke early on this Monday morning. She showered, dressed casually and got ready to meet her friend, Martha Cummings, for breakfast at a nearby restaurant. It had been a week since she and Gary had gotten together with Abby and Brian. Both couples had seen each other in the interim, but no one had been able to find any other seniors to try and bring them into the new “Seniors Club’. Laura decided that she would take the lead and try to convince Martha to consider joining at breakfast this morning. She had known Martha since high school, and throughout their friendship Martha had always been known to have a keen interest in sex. Laura was sure that age had not dimmed this desire in her friend.

Both of them had been cheerleaders in high school. Martha had been the prettiest and had the best figure of all of the girls on the squad. Martha also was the school sexpot and Laura knew for certain that she had bedded several boys before they graduated. She had kept herself looking younger than her sixty years by good eating habits and exercising regularly. Martha lost her husband to a sudden heart attack three years ago and had finally gathered the courage to start going out again. Her only child, a boy, had grown to manhood, became a flying officer in the Navy and was overseas on a carrier. Martha was a tall pretty blond woman, nearly six feet tall in her pumps. Her body was well shaped with large breasts and a narrow waist. She could best be described as Amazonian.

Martha’s pale blue eyes sparkled and her smile seemed to hide some pleasant secret about her self. She had been the most popular girl in high school and had married very well. Her husband had been a corporate attorney and had provided very well for her and her son. Martha had been a gracious hostess and often the life of the party at social occasions. Laura knew that if Martha’s sex drive had diminished by even half what it was in high school, she would be a natural as a member of the Club. She and Martha had not seen one another for nearly two months, and Laura surprised her when she called to invite her to breakfast.

Laura drove into the restaurants parking lot and went inside. As she had expected, Martha was already there sitting in a small isolated booth away from the other patrons. The two women hugged one another and sat down together in the booth. They ordered breakfast and sipped their coffee, making small talk throughout their meal. Finally, Martha asked what nefarious plot had caused Laura to call her for breakfast. They laughed and Laura replied that she may be right about the nefarious plot.

“I’m all ears, Laura,” Martha said with that ‘I’ve got a secret smile’.

“Well, I’m not sure how to put this delicately, so I’ll just tell it how it is,” Laura began. Martha furrowed her eyebrows as she waited for Laura to go on. “I met someone about three weeks ago and we have been dating,” Laura continued, “One thing led to another and we became very intimate with each other.”

“Great! You got laid,” Martha said forcefully, “I’m proud of you.”

“There’s more, Martha,” Laura grinned, “After our first date, we were so contented with how it went, that we began to wonder how other folks our age dealt with the sex issue.”

“What issue is that, Laurie?” Martha asked using the name, Laurie, that her friend was known in high school.

“Martha, after my George died and my mourning diminished because life goes on, I realized that I still had deep sexual desires. I tried to suppress them, but it finally got too much to deal with and I decided to go out to find someone to have sex with. I wasn’t, and am still not, looking for another husband. I just missed the intimacy so much.”

“You’re not alone, Laurie, so don’t fret about going out and fulfilling yourself,” Martha told her.

“Oh, believe me, I’m not fretting. It’s much better than that. Gary…that’s his name, and I got to talking about how other men and women our age handled that problem.” Martha leaned closer and displayed a very keen interest in listening to her friend. “We decided to explore a ‘sex club’ for seniors,” she blurted. Martha’s eyes opened as wide as saucers and for the first time. Laura knew that Martha was speechless and all ears. “Well, Marty,” using Martha’s high school nickname, “we tried it out with another couple. It was spectacular!” Laura confessed.

“You mean group sex?”

“Yes!” Laura replied. “I was with Gary and the other couple had sex with each other. We didn’t mix and match, but we all wanted to. It just got too late that first ‘club meeting’.”

You and…ah…Gary, had sex while the others were there?”

“Yes. They watched us and we watched them. It was wonderful. We even discussed things that we each had fantasized about, but had never done, and kinda decided that we would bursa escort live out our fantasies eventually.” Martha was stunned.

“Jesus, Laura, if someone else had told me that you did that, I wouldn’t have believed it.” Martha sat back with a big smile on her face, “Good for you…and the others too!” she declared. “But why invite me to breakfast to tell me?” Martha asked.

“Because I thought that…perhaps you might be interested in thinking about joining us,” Laura told her. Again, Martha was stunned nearly speechless. She agreed that sexual intimacy was still among her priorities, but she had never thought about a group sex approach. “Look, we don’t expect our ‘members’ to do anything they feel uncomfortable about. If you want your privacy you select your partner and go to a locked bedroom, or take him or her home, if you like,” Laura explained. Martha was taken astonished when Laura used the terms ‘him or her’ with respect to a prospective sex partner. She asked Laura if this club was into gay and lesbian sex. “No,” Laura answered, “what we did was to state our fantasies and limits with respect to the sexual activity that we might, or might not, participate in. Same sex activity was one of the fantasies that came up.”

“I don’t know what to say, Laura. This is all so sudden and unexpected. I’m surprised and kinda shocked,” Martha admitted. “You’re right about the need for sex at our age, I suppose. At least I have to admit that I have often thought about it, but to be romantically involved at my age doesn’t really appeal to me,” Martha said.

“This is going to sound worse than I mean it to be, but it’s not necessarily about romance…it’s about having sex. We just want to satisfy one another’s needs, and if romance blooms, that’s between the two people involved. I know that for me it seems very preferable to the bar scene…no loud music, no young people who can’t possibly understand our needs and without worrying if the people you are with, are disease free,” Laura replied.

The two women discussed the issue in more detail and Laura tried to answer all of Martha’s questions. In the discussion, both women admitted that they had often wondered about sex with another woman, or group sex with others. Laura surprised her friend again when she told her she had often wondered about the S & M scenes that she had read about in some novels. They delved into various sexual scenarios the ‘members’ might want to explore or were curious about. Martha agreed to think seriously about joining the ‘club’ and she would advise Laura of her decision soon. Laura paid the check and the two ladies walked out to their cars. They hugged one another and Martha promised to call with her answer.

Laura entered her office and her secretary handed her a phone message from Gary. She phoned Gary at his home and she told him about talking with Martha. He, in turn, told her that Brian had called him to tell him that his friend, Ben Martin, was very interested in the ‘club’ idea. Ben was sixty five years old, a chief design engineer with a local manufacturing company and had been divorced for several years. Laura was happy to hear the news and suggested that all of them meet for dinner some night soon. This would allow them to get to know one another better and answer any questions the newcomers might have.

Gary agreed then told her that the restaurant where they first met had a small private dining room which would be ideal. That way, if the newcomers were reluctant to join they would not feel pressured or uncomfortable wherever the original four members met. Gary decided that he would reserve the private dining room for the up coming Friday night. He hung up with Laura and called the restaurant to make tentative arrangements with his friend, the owner. He called Laura back to tell her of the arrangements and Laura agreed to call Abby and Martha. Gary would call Brian and ask him to invite his friend Ben. Happy with the prospects for the new ‘club’, Laura embroiled herself in her work for the rest of that day.

Laura’s work day ended with a call from Abbey. She asked Laura to stop by her home after work if she had the time. Abby wanted to talk privately about the ‘club’ with Laura. The women agreed to meet around six pm at Abby’s house. Laura closed her office and drove off to meet with Abby. Soon she was standing on the porch of Abby’s renovated Victorian home and knocking on the door. The door opened and Abby smiled at her friend, thanked her for stopping by and invited her inside. They sat in Abby’s living room, superbly decorated in the Victorian period furniture. Abby poured each of them a glass of Blush and they sipped their wine while Laura waited for her hostess to begin the conversation.

“I have thought about the foursome we had at your house, Laura,” Abby began. “When we talked about limits and fantasies; did you really mean it when you said you had always been curious about same sex coupling?” Laura nodded, yes, and repeated that she sometimes fantasized about it. Abby stood up and bent her waist bursa escort bayan to pour Laura some more wine. Their eyes met when their heads were just inches away from one another. Abby, didn’t pour any wine, but instead she closed the distance between them to pause just before her lips touched Laura’s. Breathing hard, Laura moved up to sensitively place her lips against Abby’s and kissed her tenderly. Both women held their kiss for several seconds then their lips parted.

Abby put down the wine bottle, took Laura’s glass from her hand and set it down as she embraced her guest and kissed her deeply again. Their tongues entwined and neither spoke as they broke their kiss. It was obvious to both that they were going to make love to one other. Taking Laura’s hand, Abby led her to the stairs and they climbed up together. When they entered Abby’s bedroom, Abby turned around to kiss Laura once more. Then she began to loosen Laura’s top and pulled it off, revealing the lacy bra that encased her delightful breasts. Laura, too, unbuttoned Abby’s robe to discover that she was naked beneath it. Laura removed her skirt letting it fall to the carpet. Abby’s thumbs entered the waistband of Laura’s bikini panties, pulled them down and helped her to step out of them.

Quickly, Abby unhooked Laura’s bra and pulled it away from her body. Breathing hard, Abby admired the lovely breasts that her eyes beheld once again. She cupped them in her palms and felt Laura’s heart beating rapidly as she held them. Abby drew her thumbs over the hardening nipples while Laura moaned softly. Laura’s warm palms gently lifted Abby’s breasts to knead them. Then Laura’s thumbs lightly drifted around her areolas causing Abby’s nipples to stiffen. Laura bent to kiss the marvelous breasts she held and tasted their flesh. Abby groaned and breathed deeply. She released Laura’s breasts clasping her head against her bosom. Abby gasped as her nipples blossomed when Laura’s tongue swept over them, moving from one to the other.

Laura’s passion overwhelmed her as she slowly glided to her knees in front of Abby. She trailed her tongue down Abby’s body, filling her nostrils with the woman’s fragrant scent. Laura nuzzled the soft curls of the bush that cradled her face. Then she kissed the flesh that surrounded the soft curly hair, hearing Abby moan aloud. Her tongue grazed the creases where Abby’s thighs joined her torso, causing Abby to tremble and sigh deeply again. She kissed Abby’s inner thighs several times and drew her tongue just below her fragrant pussy. Abby trembled with lust for her new found lover. Her body twitched as Laura softly kissed the lips of her pussy, as though they were her mouth. A slight shudder coursed throughout Abby’s body. Abby seemed to melt as she lowered her body to the soft edge of the bed while Laura followed her, holding her hips.

Overcome with lust, Laura flicked her tongue across the edges of Abby’s closed outer nether lips. Delicious nectar seeped from between them and teased her taste buds. Laura drew her tongue down the closed nether lips gathering more nectar while her lover cried out for more. She parted the tender lips with her tongue, opening them as her tongue trailed upwards to the cries of ecstasy from her lover. More nectar flowed to coat Laura’s tongue as it slowly moved upwards towards the engorged target clitoris. When Laura’s tongue swept over Abby’s erect clit she cried out again and raised her hips completely off the bed. The tongue swirled over the hard nub as more nectar streamed into Laura’s mouth which she eagerly swallowed.

Abby’s body twitched and trembled as she felt her orgasm stirring deep inside her. Laura too sensed that her lover was swiftly nearing her climax and she sucked the little nub as deep into her mouth as it would go. They were locked together at Abby’s clitoris; mouth and pussy vibrating with unyielding desire. Laura’s tongue was unrelenting as it plundered Abby’s clit without remorse. Abby whined while she swiftly approached her sexual zenith from Laura’s wonderful lingual assault on her clit. Suddenly, Abby’s scream pierced the stillness of her bedroom and she erupted in a convulsive orgasm, flooding Laura’s mouth with her juices. She came hard, her hips lifted from the bed and her body shuddered while the splendid pleasure coursed through out her body. Abby’s pussy spasmed each time Laura’s tongue swirled over her clitoris. Her orgasm seemed unending as she nearly lost consciousness from the sheer pleasure that completely possessed her.

“Oh my God,” Abby cried out as her orgasm peaked and began to slowly recede. Laura continued to tongue the softening clitoris in her mouth. She eased the firmness with which she licked the now super sensitive nub. Abby was surprised how much she relished Laura’s tongue still swirling over her sensitive clitoris. She thought about how she could hardly stand to have her clitoris touched when her husband used to make her cum orally. Through the fog of her receding orgasm she realized that Laura knew, and had reacted to prolong escort bursa her cumming. Laura had eased away from sucking hard on her clit to a gentle swirl of her tongue to sustain a pleasing intensity to her orgasm. Still breathing hard, Abby reached out to stroke Laura’s hair, and her lover slowly eased her swirling tongue away from her clit.

Laura arose and climbed onto the bed straddling Abby’s hips with her knees, as she looked at the sheer pleasure fixed on Abby’s face. She smiled at her lover while Abby searched for the power to speak after cumming so hard. Finally, she recovered enough to sigh deeply as her eyes blinked with disbelief. “Laura,” she began, “I’ve never cum so hard and for so long before.” Laura bent over her to kiss her lips tenderly while their breasts seductively rubbed against the others. “That was incredible…simple marvelous,” she said as they broke their kiss. “Now I know why some women love other women. You knew exactly how to make love to me…how to ease up on my clit when I came, and how to create and prolong such an intense orgasm,” Abby said softly to her lover.

“I just did what I liked being done to me, lover,” Laura told her. “You are my first female lover, Abby, and it was absolutely wonderful.”

“Now I know why women enjoy making love with another woman. It’s a completely different feeling than a man making oral love to me. It was so much softer, gentler with a slower buildup, but with a much more powerful orgasm.” Abby affirmed, smiling at her lover.

“Yes, Abby,” Laura said, “I felt that too. But some men also know how to do it that way. Gary surprised me when we first made love, because it felt different than the way my husband did it. It felt better, especially when I would cum. My husband, used to push his tongue hard on my clit when I came. I didn’t like that because when I would cum my clit became so sensitive. Gary seemed to know this and he eased off and I had a wonderful orgasm with him.”

“That must be nice to have a man so understanding.”

“You can find out at our next meeting of the ‘club’,” Laura smiled, bending to Abby’s nipples to lick them softly. Abby moaned and rolled Laura over to gently feed Laura her nipples. After a few moments, Abby bent to suckle Laura’s breasts and nurse on her nipples. Laura sighed with delight and closed her eyes to fully enjoy her lover’s attentions. Drifting away from Laura’s nipples Abby trailed her tongue to a deep and lovely navel which she reamed for several seconds. Then Abby drew her tongue to Laura’s dark trimmed bush to gently pull at the soft curls with her lips while Laura moaned. She pulled a pillow towards Laura’s hips as she spread her lover’s legs apart. Feeling the pillow at her hips, Laura lifted her ass up so Abby could slide it underneath her.

Abby gazed at Laura’s pussy and engorged clit and she realized that she was about to taste her first ever pussy. She smiled, happily content with the circumstances that brought her to bisexual love making. Pausing to look up at her lover, eyes closed, with labored breathing, Abby lowered her mouth to kiss and lick Laura’s very wet pussy. Laura trembled as the tongue touched her pussy, knowing it was another woman’s tongue to touch her there for the very first time. It felt wonderful as the magic tongue parted the lips of her pussy to deeply plunge inside. Laura groaned blissfully while Abby’s tongue swirled into the soft, pink inner folds of her pussy. She felt Abby’s nose bump her clit and she shook from sheer desire. Her juices flowed slightly faster and Abby eagerly received them, swallowing them happily. Laura too, sensed the amazingly wonderful difference of Abby’s tongue from both her husband and Gary. Abby’s tongue seemed to automatically flow over her most sensitive spots spontaneously, knowing how to elicit the most heightened pleasure. Laura writhed with lust and passion while her lover continued to draw her deeper into a lustful yearning for bisexual love. She gently grasped Abby’s head with her palms to firmly hold her head where her lover’s tongue felt best. She moaned aloud and shook her head from side to side while the wonderful tongue bestowed incredible sensations on her pussy. Deep inside she could feel the initial stirrings of an orgasm building slowly toward an impending and powerful orgasm. Abby’s tongue swirled through the tasty slit before her to pounce upon Laura’s erect, engorged and pulsating clitoris. Laura bit her lip to keep from screaming as the incredible pleasure drove through her entire body when Abby’s tongue touched her clit.

As her need to cum began rise faster inside her, Abby’s hands reached to cup and knead Laura’s breasts. Laura groaned when Abby’s thumbs and forefingers closed over her hard nipples to roll, gently tug and squeeze them, enhancing Laura’s pleasure. Laura groaned as she felt the marvelous sensations at her nipples as they seemed somehow wired to her clit as it throbbed uncontrollably. Abby held her lovers clit gently in her teeth as her tongue churned lightly over the tip of her clitoris. Laura began to moan continuously as her tone steadily increased to match the sensations at her clit and nipples. She realized that she was relentlessly headed towards a powerful orgasm as her body thrashed about on the bed.

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A New Job

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THIS IS NOT A STROKE STORY — I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A STROKE STORY

I’m sorry, but if that’s what you are looking for, it would probably be better if you moved along to avoid any disappointment on your part. What sex there is appears at the end as I try to concentrate on character building and dialogue.

As always, any similarities between the characters in the following story and real people either living or dead, is purely co-incidental and not intended to cause offence.

The story is, and always will be, the intellectual copyright of the author, and may not be re-produced in any form without his express permission.

So. after all that, if you’re still determined to read my little effort, (which may, or may not, be the first of a series, depending on your reviews and marks) I hope you enjoy and maybe read the rest of my humble contributions.

Once again, I have to self-edit (been let down too many times to bother trying to find a reliable editor), so I apologise for any spelling or other errors anyone may notice. With that in mind, if you do find any such errors, please e-mail me and I can then correct them for the enjoyment of any future readers.

Once again, I hope you enjoy.

Oldie…

A New Job

“JIMMY!!!… If you don’t damn-well behave, you’ll go straight to bed when we get home.”

Kathy impatiently pulled her five year-old by the hand. The shitty weather of Northern England in November, being stressed by her little boy’s exuberant behaviour, meant the mother of three was eager to get him home and get on with her work as a freelance book editor before it pissed it down again.

* * *

Chapter 1

At 43, and with 21 year-old twin girls at university, Katherine (Kathy) McGuire had been surprised (devastated, is probably nearer the mark) when she’d fallen pregnant at such a relatively comfortable, if expensive, time in her life. Her career had been progressing nicely. Her and her husband James (Jim) had just begun to experience the joys of so-called empty-nesters, able to go out whenever the mood took them; have holidays that were for them rather than the family; and, significantly for the horny mature woman, once again have sex anywhere in the house, and at any-time they felt like it.

Being able to fuck the husband she still loved dearly, without the fear of interruption from two boisterous young girls who thought their parents were so old and decrepit they’d given up doing the dirty deed immediately after having conceived the two of them, meant a great deal to Kathy. The pair had always enjoyed an exciting and fulfilling sex life early in the relationship, right up until the girls had become old enough to make a difference to their privacy, so getting back to that gave them the freedom to physically express their love for each other in the sweaty, naughty, way they both revelled in.

With Jim being a year older than her and well into ‘grey’ mode, and her own long blonde hair streaked with the dreaded silver — she had never gone down the route of dying it — the thought of looking more like their new child’s grandparents, rather than parents, had tormented Kathy greatly during in the dark days of waddling around like a beached whale and feeling as unattractive as a bag-lady. As for having to fight to get her slim figure back again after the birth, well that had almost terrified her. It had previously taken her months of working-out and running to get her body back to the glamorous shape that had been her pride and joy ever since she’d first sprouted her sumptuous breasts as a teenager. Now she’d have to go through it all again if she didn’t want to turn into the same, saggy-titted, middle-aged women Kathy remembered her mother being when she was growing up herself.

Husband Jim, of course, had been delighted, especially after they’d discovered the unplanned addition to their family was going to be the son he’d longed for throughout his life as the father of two precociously beautiful daughters. Daughters he’d seemed to spend all his time trying – unsuccessfully, unbeknownst to him — to protect from the attentions of any potential defilers of their innocence as the two girls had passed through puberty and developed into the dazzling beauties who were the image of their mother at the same age. At last, he’d be able to share his passion for sport with another male, rather than having to spend time in solitary confinement if he ever wanted to watch a match, or game of whatever, whilst the rest of the house was monopolised by three totally disinterested females who’s only topic of conversation when they were all together seemed to be whatever so-and-so was wearing; or who was doing what to who; or the merits of the latest teen heart-throb — all of which went completely over his head and left him yearning for maybe just a small dose of male testosterone once-in-a-while.

Once young Jimmy was born, of course, everything changed. His parents and grand-parents doted on bursa escort him; even his older sisters adored having a little baby to play with when they came home from university — especially as their mother took care of all the dirty, nasty, things their young brother seemed to spend all day doing. Back to being parents of a young child again, Jim and Kathy were once more taking family holidays; having to consider what was best for their son rather than themselves in whatever plans they had; and again, back to being so tired and pre-occupied they had to sneak in short, hurried and hushed, sex whenever the need for carnal satisfaction became too much to ignore.

The couple, now in their late forties and inevitably showing the signs of life’s wear and tear with the odd wrinkle and extra pound here and there, were both still very attractive specimens of mature sexuality, both missing the wild, uninhibited bouts of love-making they’d been able to indulge in for the years after the girls had grown and started spending most of their time out of the house. Kathy, especially, missed their frequent and varied fucking. She’d always been a horny sort of girl, and being able to have sex whenever and wherever she wanted had made her even hornier. She loved fucking, possibly even more than her husband, and now that their sex-life had dissipated to maybe once a week since the birth of her son, she missed it. Even her collection of kinky sex-toys didn’t satisfy her needs. The menopause being hopefully a few years off yet, and her pussy still producing enough womanly fluids to flood her panties whenever she got excited, she was a passionate, mature woman who was at her sexual peak with regard to reaching the deeply satisfying orgasms she still craved for.

Consequently, the beautiful wife and mother was feeling frustrated and resentful. She wanted, and actually needed, more than she was getting; her carnal deprivation leaving her irritable and tetchy with her life in general — and especially with idiots who disturbed her daily routine…

* * *

“Excuse me… Could I have a word?”

Kathy tried to ignore the man’s voice behind her, irritably pulling her son toward her car.

“Excuse me. I won’t take too much of your time, just a second or two.”

He was now in front of her, blocking her path.

“What?… I haven’t got ANY time to spare, so please, leave me alone, and stop being a bloody nuisance”

He didn’t move. Angrily, she glared at him, fixing him with a stare that threatened all manner of retribution if he didn’t get his arse out of her way. A little taller than her, his eyes twinkled with amusement as they looked down at her pretty face — something that annoyed her even more.

“Well? What is it?… Do I know you, or something?”

The man chuckled, his face breaking into a gentle smile, “No… Well I don’t think so anyway. It’s just that I’ve watched you picking your little boy up for a few days now, and I’d really like to offer you a job… Well, you and your husband, actually.”

Angrily, Kathy looked at the man, noticing for the first time, that he was actually quite attractive. Maybe 6ft tall, with a nice smile and a slim, well-dressed, body, he was not handsome as such, more… well, sexy really. Determinedly hanging on to her wriggling son’s hand as he tried to get away from her and join his friend on the other side of the road, she continued to glare at the stranger who was now really beginning to annoy her.

“I already have a job. I don’t want another job. I don’t need another job. So please, get out of my way, and leave me alone.”

The man’s grin widened even further, amused by her angrily flashing eyes that somehow made her even more attractive to him.

“I appreciate that… It’s just that I’m a website manager on the internet, and I think you would be perfect for my latest project. So, please take my card, and if you’re interested in injecting a little excitement into your life, give me a ring.”

Totally pissed-off now, Kathy violently snatched the proffered business card from his out-stretched hand and jammed it into her jacket pocket. With every intention of throwing the damn thing in the trash once she finally got home, she just hoped he’d be satisfied and get out of her fucking way so she could get back to her busy life.

“Okay,” She hissed through clenched teeth, “I’ve got your bloody card… Now, get out of our way so I can go home and make my son’s tea.”

Chuckling once more, the man stepped sideways and extravagantly bowed as he waved her past, shouting after her, “I’ll look forward to hearing from you then.” whilst admiring her gorgeous backside as she stormed up the road to her car.

* * *

Several weeks later, after a particularly fraught period in Kathy’s life when she had seen her work for the publishing company virtually dry up, at the same time as her husband being told by his employers that they were struggling due to the economic downturn and his job was in bursa escort bayan danger if things didn’t pick up, she had occasion to wear the coat she’d had on at the time of her meeting with that impudent stranger who’d stopped her and her son on the street.

Finding his card in the pocket, she looked at it properly for the first time. “Mark & Lena Thomas — Adult Internet Entertainment” she read silently, shocked by the simplicity of it that told everything she needed to know about the man. “Adult Entertainment?… we all know what that is… What on earth had possessed that moronic idiot to offer me a job in Adult Entertainment?” she muttered under her breath as she waited for Jimmy to finish school for the day. For no apparent reason she could have explained to anyone, including herself, she put the card back in her pocket instead of throwing it away as she’d first intended.

Later that night, she handed the card to her husband, Jim, and told him the story of how she’d been accosted in broad daylight by a total stranger, and that stranger had then offered the pair of them a job.

“Bloody hell, Kath… What sort of fucking creep was he?… Approaching you like that in the middle of the street. It’s not as though you’re a naive young girl who wouldn’t know any better when he promised to make her a star and tried to get her to take her clothes off. You’re a middle-aged, married woman for fucks sake. I hope you told him what to do with his fucking ‘adult entertainment’?”

Kathy bristled at her husband’s unintentional slight on her sexuality, suddenly angry that he was insinuating that, because she was older, and married, a man wouldn’t be interested in getting her to expose her naked body to him.

“Oh, thank you very much!!!… You trying to say I’m past it? … That no-one, and that includes YOU lately, would be interested in seeing me naked?… Fucking hell… You sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself.” Her anger threatening to boil over, she stood and made to leave the room, “And what about you?… He offered BOTH of us a job, you know. Why would he think you would be any good in fucking adult entertainment?… You’re not even an enthusiastic amateur nowadays, never mind a fucking professional.”

Jim had been married a long time. He knew from bitter experience that the best thing to do when you’re in a hole, is stop digging. Eventually, Kathy realised her unintentional pun, suddenly bursting into a belly-laugh before leaving the room with as much dignity as she could muster and giggling over her shoulder, “Fuck you, you tosser.” to her quietly amused husband.

* * *

A few days later, Jim had it confirmed that he would be losing his job in four weeks time. Having paid off their mortgage a couple of years earlier, and him receiving quite a generous redundancy package, his unemployment wouldn’t mean them immediately living on any sort of breadline, although they were obviously both worried at the possible consequences. Their two daughters being at university would inevitably put a huge strain on their finances of course, but for a few months at least, they would be okay.

“What do you reckon he had in mind?”

Kathy looked up from her newspaper and glanced over at her husband when he suddenly broke the silence. Questioning him with a raised eyebrow, she put her paper down on her lap and waited for him to continue.

“The bloke on the street, I mean… The one who offered us a job. What do you think he wanted us to do?”

Placing the folded newspaper on the coffee table in front of her, she sat back and looked quizzically into Jim’s eyes. She would never have admitted it to anyone, even her husband, but she had secretly been intrigued by the stranger’s approach and subsequent offer. What did he want them to do? That question had been occupying her lonely dreams virtually every night since she’d met him. Now, her husband too, was obviously curious as to what was on offer.

Taking a deep breath, she answered softly, “I have no idea. There is only one way to find out though.”

Jim sniffed and pursed his lips, obviously in deep thought. Eventually, he picked up his own newspaper and opened it up on the sports pages before speaking. Trying to appear disinterested, and deliberately avoiding looking her in the eye, he said softly, “I think you should ring him…”

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Chapter 2

The two couples sitting in the darkest, quietest corner of the restaurant were locked in furtive conversation. Mark Thomas had been delighted to receive the phone call from the beautiful, mature, lady now sitting directly across the table from him. Obviously nervous, Kathy had suspiciously enquired during their short conversation as to what he would want her and her husband to do for him, and, after Mark had told her he would rather they all meet in person to discuss the matter, had agreed for her and her husband Jim to meet Mark and his wife Lena for dinner at the smart Italian restaurant they were now escort bursa sitting in.

Conversation between the couples had been stilted and awkward initially, before, no doubt aided by the two bottles of superb Burgundy ordered by Mark, Kathy and Jim had eventually loosened their tongues enough to confide in their younger hosts that their marriage was going through a minor crisis due to their possible financial problems and the task of raising a young child at their relatively mature age. Both in their late forties — they had celebrated their Silver wedding anniversary earlier in the year — they were finding the constriction of having a five year-old to bring up was very much having an effect on their lives in general, and had virtually eliminated their opportunities for unplanned, satisfying sex. Something that they’d never envisaged when their daughters had left home a few years before.

“So, Kathy. You enjoy sex, yes?” Lena asked, smiling across the table at the older woman.

Kathy giggled, nervously blushing and looking around the almost empty restaurant to ensure no-one was in earshot. Firmly gripping her husband’s hand, she felt her pussy moisten at the directness of the other woman’s intimate question.

“Well, I used to… that is, yes, but we don’t seem to have much time nowadays. And even when we do… you know, do it… we have to be quiet and get it over with as soon as we can so as not to disturb the little one.”

It was Jim’s turn to blush now. His wife’s candid reply brought it home to him, just how much he missed the exciting, often kinky, sex sessions they’d enjoyed in their early forties. Choosing not to say anything, he shrugged his shoulders at Mark’s unspoken enquiry, nodding his head in reply to the other man’s raised eyebrows.

It was Mark who spoke next, chuckling softly as he replied to Kathy’s complaint,

“We know just how you feel. We went through the same thing when our two were born a few years ago. Luckily though, we stumbled on a remedy we feel may well work for you two also.”

Kathy glanced around the room again, then looked at her husband before furtively enquiring,

“How?… I mean… What did you do?”

Lena reached across and took Kathy’s hand in hers, dragging the other woman’s gaze away from Mark and to herself,

“Internet porn,”

The young woman’s brazen and abrupt answer caused both Jim’s and Kathy’s mouths to drop open in shock. Smiling broadly, she continued, “We have a web-site that people enrol to and pay to watch us fuck. They can interact with us by requesting things like different positions, or even different acts, and we get to have as much sex as we can manage and make good money too.”

Kathy looked sideways at her shocked husband, her stunned expression matching the astonishment that was clearly displayed in his wide-open eyes. Slowly, her mouth creased into a feint smile when her attention was drawn to the large bulge stretching the front of his chinos. Incredibly horny herself, she wasn’t surprised by his obvious male reaction to their companion’s explanation of her ‘work’. She had been getting more and more turned-on as the conversation around the table had become increasingly more sexual in its nature. The images now flying around in her head, as she secretly fantasised about performing all manner of lewd sex-acts for public entertainment, had quickly turned her pussy into a soggy mess and soaked her silk knickers with her involuntary secretions.

Quickly transferring her gaze back to Lena, she slyly placed her hand over Jim’s throbbing penis and gave it a gentle squeeze before enquiring of the other woman, “And you’re okay with that?… Complete strangers watching your most intimate acts like that… and paying for it too? Don’t you feel… well, sort of cheap, even a bit vulnerable? What if someone who knows you sees you like that?”

Lena chuckled at her shocked companion, thinking back to how she’d felt herself when Mark had first suggested it.

“Oh my God, Kathy… I love it. I was nervous at first, but now… Fucking hell, it’s just the biggest turn-on. Knowing men are watching me and wanking their hard cocks while they do… and paying for it too. As for being cheap, well it’s anything but that for the punters who want to watch us perform… and anyone recognising us? Well if they ever felt the need to tell anyone about us, they’d first of all have to admit that they are so pathetic they have to pay to watch a woman and her husband fucking in order to get themselves off… And anyway, it’s the naughties… sexual liberation and all that, so fuck ’em…”

Kathy remained silent, unable to trust herself to speak as she desperately tried to suppress the little tremors of excitement that were repeatedly creeping into her swampy vagina, whilst Jim just smiled, the same sort of illicit fantasies his wife was experiencing causing his cock to threaten to burst through his trouser zip and stain his thankfully black chinos with copious amounts of sticky pre-cum. Trying, and failing, to surreptitiously adjust his rock-hard penis to a more comfortable position, he looked over at Mark and asked, “You seem to have everything well-sussed, so why do you want us?”

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“What – me and him on the same show?” asked an incredulous Margie, getting a nod from Bernie Mannel, her long time agent. “Wow! That’s cool, he’s fucking gorgeous,” she gasped, pulling her stockings up and straightening the seams.

“You’re so crude sometime Margaret,” Bernie chuckled, receiving a hung out tongue from the sixty three year old actress at his persistent use of her given but mostly forgotten name. “But they’re not crude… oh aren’t you going to wear them?” he nodded at a pair of new silk, pale blue French knickers. “Love them, that’s why I got them for you. The way you’ve dressed for years, they’re perfect.”

“I’ll just put these on for now darling. Next time you’ll see them,” Margie preened and blew him a kiss. “You know me after a good shag, I don’t like to sluice you out straight away and it’ll spoil them by the time we are at the lift,” she advised Bernie, making sure her hirsute greying bush was tucked into her tiny cream silk briefs. She had many times thought of trimming it, but Bernie, Brucie Forshore, Jimmy Tarbrush and Michael Apple, loved her old style sexual attitude and of course her dress sense.

Bernie had dressed in the same way for years, and she chuckled quietly at his starched white shirt, all buttoned up, hung over his white Y-front underpants concealing still with difficulty Bernie’s fat Jewish cock. He was Windsor knotting his red and gold, known as egg and bacon, striped MCC tie, as she cast her eyes south, over his very hirsute skinny legs. He’d drawn on his navy blue socks as high as they would go. It all looked slightly incongruous, but she was used to it.

The two old timers, old lovers, Margie his mistress for forty years, were extremely comfortable in each others company, Bernie ever grateful for her mental and physical love, his beloved wife Rachel struck with Rheumatoid arthritus when she was thirty eight, too early. As Bernie flattened his tie pin, the insignia of the Kennel Club promoted thoughts of Rachel, at home with their two massive Great Dane hounds. The brindle bitch Schlom and the blue/grey dog Matzo, both named as a bit of a joke in their Hebrew way. He felt safe they would guard and look after her until he got home to Sandbanks later. Matzo might need a bit of extra exercise, Bernie thought he might be open to it. Margi threw on her mink shawl, a fiftieth birthday present from Bernie, over her dark blue sequinned dress and kissed him, leaving for home in her Series 3 silver Mercedes to her thatched cottage in the New Forest. He left the 5 star Grand Harbour, Southampton, tipping generously, as always, various staff who were nothing if discreet – he did own it, and drove his Bentley Continental home.

– – – – –

“Shit – that old bag,” moaned Louis.”Fucking hell, why me. I can’t stand scousers, they’re all mouthy and a fucking bint.”

“You’ll be OK mate,” said Michelle, his drinking companion and new presenter of a popular BBC early evening TV show. “The most you’ll have to put up with her is in the Green Room before. You can sneak off afterwards and you won’t be alone with her. I heard she’s quite a laugh anyway.”

The two half caste Brits were discussing the oncoming broadcast and Michelle’s expedition to a gym so see Louis go through his training exercises. Similar in skin tones and extremely good looking, the pair were taken for siblings or partners while they sat in Marco Pierre White’s bar near the Salford Media Centre. They had previous though; he was the proverbial shag machine and she was a addicted cunt bucket, spreading her legs all over the Corporation to finally secure this prized job which would surely lead to more prestigious shows, maybe her own.

A much decorated Olympic gymnast, Louis was sought after to be interviewed on many chat shows, sometimes as a dual with Max Whitlock an equally decorated gymnast, they were a good looking and easy going pair.

– – – – – –

” How was Margie the other night?” asked Rachel, as Bernie took her lunch in on a tray, dismissing the expensive carer he was funding. The young Polish woman sulked, but she always sulked, with that sort of face, although being a happy smiling person.

“Oh fine as usual darling,” he replied pouring her tea. “Same old same old, you know.”

“Did she like those knickers? They were smashing, I would wear those,” chuckled his wife, buttering a slice of brown bread. “But I’ve got loads you’ve bought me and quite frankly I don’t want to go places these days and not bothered what I look like,” she chuntered.

“Yeah – loved them, but she didn’t put them on. She said my jism would spoil them within minutes…right I suppose. She put the ones she’d arrived in on just to drive home,” Bernie snickered.

“Yeah she is, you dirty old manyak,” Rachel giggled, who often resorted to Hebrew in her vocabulary. “What is good Bernie is that you’re still producing that shit. Luckily her koos is well past having a little one, like min…”

“Now don’t upset yourself sweetie. She’s old, but you are ill…well escort izmit you know. Anyway if you could, we wouldn’t anyway would be? We never wanted fucking kids, not for us.”

“We’re fucking old Bernie, lets face it. At least you can enjoy yourself…hey – do you fancy…you know?” Rachel grinned and thumbed out of the room. “She’s got lovely tits. She’s hairy too, just as you like, I mean look at her hairline. Margie hasn’t trimmed hers has she?”

“No way, they must be nearly three four inches long. The way they hang beside her pussy, love ’em. Hey! yours were spectacular anyway, not were, sorry – are and yes I do fancy this new chick, she got a handle?”

“Zofia. I’ll leave you to it. I know she’s eighteen from her documents.”

The Mannells had enjoyed a free marriage over fifty years, both indulging in various affairs. Bernie had been more adventurous, even trying a male dancer with a Russian troupe.

“Ok thanks darling, she’s got a hell of a tan.”

“Hmm yes, she’s not from a poor destitute family I think, maybe had good holidays, it’s not particularly sunny in Poland is it?”

“Don’t remember that when I was visiting, fucking cold actually. But think of Russia, I mean they love nude resorts as we found out,” Bernie snickered, pouring her some more tea.

“Oh yes that place in France, they were all over it weren’t they, big and fat uurrgh!”

“Oh not all of them.”

“Hey remember when we first tried nudey stuff, what a laugh,” Rachel giggled. “I looked good then, wouldn’t go now. You spotted men staring and one with a hidden camera…well he thought it was hidden. He didn’t know I’d been a stripper and wasn’t worried about showing my pussy, so you dared me, remember?”

“Yeah he was looking straight up your crotch, only about ten feet away and you gave him the whole show, lying with your legs wide open, then turning over, kneeling, sticking your bum in the air. You could almost hear him purr with such a sight on his camera, especially with your pussy, big fat lips and hairy heh heh.”

Aged seventy eight now, Rachel loved nothing better to reminisce, especially with her husband who told her he would be seeing Margi tonight.

Some days later

My he’s a looker, Margie pondered, when she arrived at Media City in Salford. The meet and greet chap was slim, very young and very pale, similar to herself, she’d always shunned hot sun light, she was fair and her bleach blonde accentuated the dippy blonde look, which had dominated her roles.

“Come with me Mrs Clarke,” he said pleasantly.

“Love to,” she giggled, not eliciting a reaction and followed his slim uniformed frame. He was a sporty walker, bit of a roll and swagger, arms held away from his body and long elegant strides. He explained that her dressing room was exclusively hers and entered a spacious room with a shower, dressing table, sofa and a desk – her practised eye noted no fridge or mini bar.

“I’ll be outside if you need anything. It’s quite a way to the green room, you’ll have a ball up there and studio, so it’s up to me to sort you out and by the way my name is Simon. I’ve seen a lot of your work on YouTube, the old soaps and stuff, it’s cool, anyway…” he gestured, stepping back outside. “Leave you to it…”

“…Thanks Simon, much obliged mate. Looking forward to the show, meeting Louis Smith, talk about cool,” she snickered. “Got a new dress as well.”

The unimpressed lad left and clicked the door shut, she locked it. Gazing around with an hour to spare, Margi fumbled in her bag and dragged out stuff. She poured herself a neat double vodka from a small flask always carried, and downed it in one. She thought about a shower, towels were plentiful – yeah why not. She unpacked her compact valise, spread her make up – a lot of it – on the dresser and unfolded her new dress. Her ludicrously high Hilfiger wedges came out too. Margi’s dress slid down, then she unhooked her white 36D M&S brassiere and dropped it. She slid her hands in her white M&S plain briefs and wiggled them off.

Inspecting the gusset, she frowned and then swiftly smelled it, turning her mouth a little, pursing her bright red painted lips and wagging her head side to side as if undecided. Yes they’ve been on all day. I’ve got a spare pair of knickers she thought stepping to the shower, playing with the temperature and flow then climbed in. With bags of time, she soaked in the powerful spray after donning a provided shower cap trying not to mess her careful casual style. Margi knew there would be make up people available and her style was easy to reciprocate.

The soap was a luxurious brand and easily lathered so she carried out a full body wash, her slippery hands roaming her elderly body, lifting her sagging boobs and letting them flop then repeating that several times. Her dark perky nipples had enlarged in the spray and become sensitive, so she tweaked them, nipping with soapy digits which sparked a reaction down below. She bent forward slightly, bending her legs and soaped izmit escort her hairy minge trying not to get too much soap up inside which later might promote some unpleasant sensations. Twiddling her clitoris she mused on young Simon’s earthy attraction, while playing one hand over her breasts – hmmm! Naaiaiice. Reaching through and behind her Margi attacked her arsehole, which had enjoyed a dildo for half an hour that morning, while she watched a porno video, showing some stringy, wizened old elders of a tribe in New Guinea being seduced by a so-called team of French explorers, three of them in their fifties and sixties. The westerners being pufftas, were in their element, which hadn’t interested the very heterosexual Margi, but the sight of the French and native old men’s cocks being nursed to erection was impressive. She was seriously into mature men, but would never eschew a young blood who fancied a trek through her forest.

Drying and taking another large snifter, as she termed it, of vodka, she viewed her hanging gardens of long, lush grey/black pubes in the mirror and patted them, careful to arrange them, they been very knotted she’d noticed entering the shower. She was due to have dinner with Bernie and that poncey bloke Michael Portillo after the show, to discuss a possible tie in with Portillo’s railway series and featuring her on the Mersey ferry and then what would be a blissful night with Bernie under his skilled thoughtful attentions and lusty old body.

“I’ve got to have a piece of your big fat poon tang,” Louis gasped, thinking he was up with street slang, watching Connie a curvaceous fat, black, studio assistant swallow his long dick.

She’d come on strong in the make-up reception area before his TV programme hosted by Michelle Ackerley and Matt Baker. Telling him he would have to wait a short while, as he was early and the staff were otherwise engaged, Connie had made sure of her signals being received by clattering her ginormous boobs against Louis’ arms, bending over two ways – flashing her pink panties or channelling massive vistas of her incredible cleavage his way, dwelling on a lips kiss and being flirty girly every which way.

Loads of time and mister shag happy, meant he’d allowed her to manoeuvre them into a side cupboard. She’d dragged his chinos down, his pants too and got straight to work on his tool. Looking down on her bobbing mass of raster styled hair, she was fucking good. She was much darker than him and he loved that pink/ orange mix of skin tones on her palms as she cupped his balls. He often tried and succeeded to screw whoever was interviewing or coaching him, females only of course, but Margi Clarke? Fuck no. Being a light skinned mixed race guy, if he did fuck a black, he liked them as Connie, blue/black, huge rubbery pink lips with a dark outline – real niggers.

“Mmmhhph maybe later mmummph Louis,” Connie gasped between swallows. Her deep throat technique was well polished, enabling her to stuff his length straight back down her gob.

Taking Louis’ cock way into her throat made him cum and Connie savoured the thick and no doubt athletic sperm he copiously pumped. They exchanged details and hurried to other destinations in the broadcasting suite.

– – – – – –

“Oh Zofia, that is gorgeous – so soothing but exciting too,” purred Rachel Mannel. Her eighteen year old Polish carer, was tenderly licking the old woman’s soft pale nipples, while a hand was stroking over the wrinkled saggy mess of Rachel’s vulva. Mrs Mannel had deduced that Zofia, from Cracow, had earlier trained as a massuese before emigrating and taking the first job she could get in Bournemouth, which needed a dedicated army of carers to handle the ever rowing number of elderly residents, rich residents, especially in Sand Banks, the Mannel’s suburb. Zofia and Agata – her partner, had emigrated together, being tipped off that they could rip off the extremely rich people who could afford the stylish contemporary houses. Bernie was paying twice the minimum wage to get assitance for Rachel.

“At eighty three, it doesn’t get much use these days,” Rachel snickered. “Bernie plays and I do and sometimes I get Ma…” she halted, she was saying too much in her blissful relaxed state.

Zofia concentrated on her task, a pleasant if undemanding task. She had seen what went on in the palatial Californian style three storey cliff hanging property on millionaires row. Agata, when told, had suggesed she widened her circle of operations one day and try – you know – the different aspects of getting pleasured and if it was successful, maybe Agata could somehow get invlved, but not on the precious days she did business.

Rachel murmured come closer so she could feel under the Polish lass’s starched pinafore. Zofia asked if she wanted her to undress as usual and got the nod. The two very different women were soone naked, Rachel already was anyway. They were vastly different in wealth, stature, physique, mentality and age. The contrast of Zofia’s izmit kendi evi olan escort enormous boobs to her patient’s sad little paps was marked. The young woman also had nipples that must have been half an inch sturdy, quite dark similar to her large areolae. Rachel grabbed one and suckled and then jolted as a greasy finger penetrated her vagina and then a pain started in her left knee making her jolt but with a difference.

“Owhhh! fuck it, not know,” groaned Rachel, clutching her knee. ” I shouldn’t have moved. Sorry Zofia, can you get my pills please, on the table there.”

The love-in session was over, but Rachel, grimacing with the increasing discomfort of her arthritis kicking in, enjoyed Zofia’s boobs swaying side to side as she moved to the table and returned. The total image of a pretty sulky face, huge knockers and a mass of think pubic hair sprouting near up to her navel was a thriller for the ex-stripper, knowing how well Zofia would have been receieved back in the good old days when pubic hair was recognised as a usual bodily attribute.

– – – – – – –

“Where’s that fucking Ackerley bird again?” moaned Matt pacing the studio. His co-presenter missing getting near a crucial camera angle tweak by engineers, was not professional.

“She’s gone to have another piss,” whispered the assistant studio manager.

Michelle Ackerley was bent over a desk in a side office, being rammed solid by a bulky, bearded white American musician from Arkansas called Chet, who was part of a group guesting on her show. He’d virtually dragged her in to the room, having received what he thought was a hint. It was, but not now, for later, but she hadn’t been able to deter his thoughts and forceful actions, which having arrived in his mother’s home country, were to poke every damned limey broad he could, during the four week tour.

Ignoring her squeals and half hearted protests, not fully meant, as the dude was the drummer in one of her fave bands and to get his meat up her twat was part of her evening entertainment, but not now… especially as he’d gone from her minge to her arsehole in one deft thrust. She’d felt his fingers playing with her lumpy ring piece, not minding that, but she wasn’t exactly a lover of being buggered. With a throaty grunt he shot his load deep into her back passage, pulled out, dragged up his jeans and left her, bent flat on the desk, her arsehole sore and dripping his cum.

Amanda, the assistant to studio manager and part of the forced exit from London to Salford a while back was searching for Michelle and returning from the ladies toilet. One of those – if you want to keep your job, move from London to Salford., having taken the opportunity to change a tampon while in there, passed an office, at this time of the day not usually occupied and saw a light brown bum, pulling on a pair of black briefs and recognising the jewellery on both hands realised it was the missing Miss Ackerly.

“Oh my god Michelle, what are you doing?” Amanda asked, in her Sloaney tones, barging into the room.

“Er…nothing Amanda. I thought my knicker elastic was bust that’s all,” came a not convincing reply.

“Wow!” gushed airbrained Amanda. ” er.. never mind…hmm, they’re nice knickers, anyway we’ve got to rush, Tristram is going ape shit in there,” she tittered, as Michelle flattened her skirt down over what Amanda mused were very shapely pins clad in fancy welted hold up stockings.

Not the sort of underwear Amanda would choose, favouring comfy matronly pants, patterned dark tan stocking, under her sensible workmanlike denim mid calf skirts, but she was different.

“Simon…are you there?” Margie called, her arms twisted behind her shoulders, one over, one under, wrestling with a zipper stuck four inches below it’s top.

There was no reply and she tried from another angle, not wanting to pull the tight fitting bodice section over her hair. Peering in the mirror was no help. To give her strength and patience, she downed another portion of vodka, finishing the lot, then leaned her butt against the dressing table, feeling slightly unsteady…but she was used to that, she mused, it’ll be OK, sort of alright on the night. She unlocked the door and bent outwards, calling for him. He appeared from round a corner, rather flustered stuffing the ubiquitous smart device away.

“I need your special ‘elp, thish fuckin new dress. Can you undo my zip pleashe?” she asked ducking back inside. He followed.

Simon got hold of the offending zipper from behind, Margi feeling his strong wiry presence and the occasional nudge of his crotch against her butt when she tried to keep upright, partly from the booze effects and her six inch wedges. He told her it wasn’t moving and maybe he could get better leverage from the other end, so Margi bent down and he stepped round to attack the zip from over her head. She needed support or she would have tippled over, so she grabbed his legs, explaining and getting a shrug as he concentrated.

“Ishh that any better?” she slurred. “Oooh…” Simon’s crotch was directly in front of her face. Without thinking, she placed a hand under his bulge and hefted the collection therein. He stepped back just at the time he got some movement to loosen her zip.

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If I were to ask you to define the word, “soul-mate”, could you do it? I mean, what does that mean to you. I can tell you what it means to me. A soul-mate is someone that you could devote your entire life to, someone that you need like the air you breath, someone that is your equal in every way. They are your best friend. Or at least, that has always been my definition of the word.

For years, I prayed for someone, who could properly fill that role in my life. I would have given anything for her to be real. Then, the day that I realized that I had finally found her, it was not my wife, who I received as the answer to my prayers but, our daughter.

Do you remember that nursery rhyme that is instilled into our brains from day one? You know, the one about what little girls are made of.

Sugar and spice and everything nice,
that’s what little girls are made of.

I’ve come to believe that perhaps it’s true.

Erin has skin the color of the richest cinnamon. Her eyes are such a deep brown that on several occasions I have become lost in them. And her gentle disposition is as sweet as any sugar I have ever tasted.

Now, I know what you might be thinking. “Oh, you just fell in love with a younger version of your wife.” Am I right? You’re justified in thinking that but, you couldn’t possibly be more wrong.

These two women are polar opposites of each other. Erin is everything her mother never was: petite, caring, unselfish, thirsty for knowledge and my world. Jenny, Erin’s mother, is petite; yes, but, she is self-absorbed, arrogant, can be cruel and refuses to “waste her time” reading or discovering anything new. Sure, Jenny is a stunning ebony-skinned beauty but, she is little else. It took many years to see that.

Over the years, I have watched Erin grow from a little girl displaying wisdom beyond her years into a strikingly beautiful young woman. All of this, I have done in utter awe.

Our time together is something that I treasure. It is exactly what I prayed for all those nights ago. It has been from the beginning.

Considering that it has just been the two of us, I think that we have done exceptionally well. Now, I do not mean to sound as if her mother is dead because she is not. Although, she might as well be for all the good she has done Erin. She left us shortly after Erin’s third birthday. To this day, I’m not sure why. I can guess though.

Jenny never wanted to be a mother. Whenever she would look at Erin, there was a deep resentment in her eyes. Upon discovering that she was pregnant, her first instinct was to have an abortion. It was my objections that ceased that line of thought. Instead, we were married and Erin was born shortly thereafter. She never forgave me for what she considered ruining her life.

I suppose considering her feelings about our marriage and Erin, it was only a matter of time before she left and a miracle that she stayed as long as she did. But, enough about her. I want to tell you about my Erin.

Being a single dad means that everyone feels that they have the right to tell you how to raise your child. I know that I encountered so many people, who took it upon themselves to critique my work.

“You shouldn’t treat her that way,” they would say. That always meant that they didn’t like the way that I was speaking to Erin. I refused to talk down to her because I believed that it was an insult her intelligence.

“You shouldn’t treat her that way,” as Erin grew older became, “She shouldn’t think about such things.” Now, by “such things,” they never meant sex or anything like that. They always meant life.

Erin tended to think about life tens years from now. If I had been her age and thinking about what I wanted to do ten years from now, I might not have been so overwhelmed when high school was suddenly over and I was expected to “make something of myself.”

Within a few years, I’d say around the time that Erin turned eighteen, they started to say, “You should talk to her about her behavior. She shouldn’t act that way.”

I would always respond, “But, I thought that you said I shouldn’t treat her that way. I mean, didn’t you say we shouldn’t sit around talking?”

They would always get flustered and leave us alone which is exactly how I like it. Besides, why would I want to tell Erin to be anything but, who she is. If I did, she wouldn’t be my Erin; would she?

Erin is twenty now. I’m twenty years her senior and she reminds me of it every time enters the room and my old heart beats like it could burst. I want her so much. I think that I have always known that I was in love with her but, there had never been a physical desire to show her until she recently moved back into our home.

I’m sure that I don’t have to tell you how happy the prospect of her living with me again made me. After her break up with a man, who I thought completely unfit to be considered a member of the human species, she decided that instead of living alone in an apartment, she would just return to her childhood home. It was perfect. izmit rus escort

The Mediterranean-style home hidden deep within the hills of California, in which I have lived for nearly twenty years, is much too large for me to live in it alone. Even with her here, it seemed massive.

The first day that she was there after moving back in, changed so much for me. I realized that it might be extremely difficult not to have her as more than a daughter and friend.

I was inside the downstairs bedroom which had only recently been converted into a large gym. In all honesty, the room had been changed because I saw how much Erin seemed to appreciate a man in good physical condition.

Jumping off of the treadmill, I felt my lungs burning for air. I looked down to see my black shorts collecting the brunt of the sweat running down my naked torso. Running my fingers through my short brown hair, I laughed at myself.

“What the hell am I doing?” I groaned. “I’m going to kill myself trying to act as though I’m still twenty.”

Erin walked into the room, sending my already pounding heart into a near fit. She was wearing a sports bra that left little to my heightened imagination. Her legs, though short, were firm and lean, looking even more appealing than usual in the pair of nylon pants that might have been painted onto her. Her long hair had been pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She must have wanted to cut it a million times but, she kept it long for me. I love her long hair and she knows it. She has made an art of knowing exactly when to flip it over her shoulder to drive me absolutely wild.

Searching the room with her eyes, Erin smiled. “You did a good job on the room, daddy.”

God, I love her smile, I thought.

“Do you think I ought to give up my day job?” I teased, hoping to lengthen the duration of her smile.

Erin took the towel which was hanging over her shoulder and playfully used it as a weapon against me. Swatting me on the leg, she laughed. “Okay, smartass. Just see if I try to say anything nice to you from now on.”

I watched her pretend to pout. Her full lips had always been perfect for it. Grabbing her roughly, my arms surrounded her petite body in a powerful embrace. I couldn’t remember how many times that I had dreamt of taking her from behind like this. We fit together so well like this.

“I’m sorry, love,” I said, kissing her cheek. “I was only playing. Do you forgive me?”

Erin squirmed and struggled while laughing wonderfully. “Oh, get off me! You’re covered in sweat!” she squealed.

“You don’t like me sweaty?” I joked. To emphasize my point, I began to wipe my sweat-brimmed cheek against her soft skin.

“Get off!” Erin screamed. She wriggled inside my arms, knowing exactly where to tickle my side, making me consider an immediate retreat. “Let me go, old man!”

I just couldn’t let her go. She felt wonderful in my arms, pressed tightly against me. “Or what?” I challenged.

That was stupid, I know. Challenging my daughter only inspires her to fight harder which she did by tickling me harder. I held on for as long as I could until finally I had no choice but, to let her go. Her body moving against me felt too nice to ignore and the fear of her detecting my excitement made for no other choice.

The beautiful twenty-year old smiled victoriously. Tilting her head a bit, she stared at me in a way that a woman looks at a man. There was nothing in this look that suggested she was merely my daughter.

I began to squirm nervously under the intensity of her gaze. She always had a way of searching my eyes until she discovered whatever it was that she was looking for. It had been that way even when she was only a child.

“What?” I asked, hoping to end her scrutiny.

“What’s her name?”

“Whose name, baby?”

Erin’s brown eyes narrowed on me playfully. “I want to know who has made you suddenly loose around fifteen pounds, dress better, smile more and is responsible for all those other little changes that I’ve noticed in you since I got here this morning.”

“Fifteen pounds?!” I gasped looking down at my stomach. “That can’t be right. Do you think so?”

“Yes, daddy. You look good.”

I laughed, feeling very self-conscious. I wondered if she would believe that I had done all this for her. Looking at her before immediately being forced to look away, I was happy that she had thought my toning up had not been in vain.

I had never been overweight but, I knew that I looked nothing like the young men that she seemed to go for. It was because of this that I had worked for several hours each day to flatten my once flabby stomach and strengthen the muscles in my arms, knowing full well that Erin loved these particular places in her lovers.

Her lovers, I thought. How I would love to be considered in that particular group.

Weakly, I asked, “What makes you think that this is over a woman?”

“It isn’t?”

The smile that she gave me told me that she knew me izmit escort much too well. I didn’t know how it was possible for her to make a grown man blush but, I did, much to my dismay.

“I knew it!” she said, clapping her hands together triumphantly. “What’s her name? Do I know her? What’s she look like? I’ll bet she’s pretty. Oh, tell me. I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me. We tell each other everything. Why haven’t you told me this?”

“Wait a minute, now, Erin.” I raised my hands, hoping to end her rapid-fire questions. “I didn’t say-“

“You didn’t have to say anything, love. I’m your best friend; remember? I know you.”

I could not repress the smile that dawned my face, when she addressed herself as my best friend. She was my best friend. “You don’t have to worry about her,” I said. “She would never see me as anything but, a friend.”

Erin moved beside me, gently smoothing my cheek. “Why not? You’re wonderful.”

“Do you think so?” I asked, daring to kiss her wrist.

“Yes.”

“Well, if you think so, that’s all that matters.” Truly, it was all that mattered to me.

“Daddy,” she started but, I never let her get past that.

I kissed her forehead then, told her goodnight. Her voice stopped me as I was about to leave the room.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing.”

“So you’re free?”

“I’m free.”

A smile washed over Erin like I’d never seen before. It was slightly mischievous but, there was something else, something that I couldn’t quite make out.

“So you’re mine tomorrow, if I want you?”

My inner voice was praying to God that she would not notice the instant erection caused by those words. Schooling my voice to utter calm, I answered. “Sure; why not?”

“Great,” she replied before hopping onto the treadmill for a quick run.

I hurried down the hall then climbed the stairs two and three at a time. There was definitely a notable bounce in my step. Upon arriving at the top of the stairs, I glanced to the left, seeing the room at the far end of the hall: Erin’s room. She had spent the entire day moving her old childhood furniture into one of the many spare bedrooms and redecorating it.

Redecorating it how, I wondered. I would have loved to peer inside and see what her secret haven looked like now but, I resisted that urge, going instead to the room at the far end of the hall to my right : my room.

Closing the door behind me, I remembered the feel of Erin pressed against me. The memory caused a stirring within my shorts. I walked to my bed after stopping at the dresser and removing a magazine from its top left drawer. Staring at the naked woman on the cover, I sat down.

My father had given me this magazine the day before. He insisted that I get over Jenny- which I insisted that I had- and find myself a new woman or at least someone to screw. I don’t have to say that I was a bit shocked that this was coming from a man pushing seventy but, that’s how dad is. I took the magazine to humor him. Now, as I sat flipping through its pages, I knew that I took it as much for myself as for him.

I slipped out of my clothes, sitting naked on the side of my bed. There was a picture of a sexy twenty-something that was mixed like my Erin: half black, half white. She looked to be a bit taller than Erin but, that didn’t matter. The fantasy had already implanted itself into my mind.

I slide my hand down the shaft of my fully erected sex, seeing not this woman in the magazine lying on her back, exposing her most intimate places to the camera but, I saw Erin in all her glory, revealing to me what I was aching for. I imagined her hand moving up and down on me, faster and faster still, until she uttered the words that I prayed she might say to me.

Cum for me.

The thought of her ever uttering such words to me, sent me over the edge causing me to cum instantly. In fact, the fantasy of Erin lying in such a pose worked well enough for me to cum again shortly thereafter only I refused to allow myself to orgasm so quickly. I imagined that she made me work for it. I was practically begging to cum, nearly some half hour later.

Covered in sweat, I grabbed a towel and enjoyed my hot shower. When I emerged from the bathroom, Erin sat on my bed wearing a pair of white cotton underwear and a gray tank top. I instantly noticed that her full breasts were not bound by a bra. My eyes then moved over her sleek crossed legs. I would have loved to kneel before her, moving those panties to the side and make love to her with my mouth. My hunger for her only dissipated when I finally saw that she was casually holding the porno magazine in her hands.

“Is this yours?” she asked, looking evenly over the cover.

I blanched fearing that she might scold me or say that I was sinful for even possessing such a thing. “Your grandfather gave that to me,” I stuttered. “He thinks I need to. . .uh. . . I’m not into that sort of thing, usually. Are you mad?”

Erin looked at me with a curious frown. “Why should I kocaeli escort be mad, love?”

Slowly, I moved to lean against the frame of my bathroom door, feeling that familiar stirring just beneath the surface of my navy pants. I opened my mouth to speak but, found my voice had abandoned me.

Erin opened the magazine, lightly turning through its pages. She tilted her head a bit to the left, sending her long hair falling over her shoulder. Her study intensified as she stopped her scan, focusing her study on one particular woman.

“She’s pretty,” I heard her say as she motioned with her chin for me to look at the woman holding her attention.

I pushed off the door, going to sit beside my daughter on the bed. My brown eyes grew wide as I realized that she was looking at the woman, who had held my attention only a few moments before; the woman that I related so successfully to her.

“Yeah,” I said rubbing the back of my neck.

“Was I not supposed to know that you had this?”

Actually, I wasn’t sure how I had expected her to react to my owning a magazine like this. The casual manner in which she allowed her eyes to drift over the pages was driving me wild. She was inviting me to look at these images with her.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed the way I kept rubbing the back of my neck.

“What’s wrong with your neck?” Erin asked, turning the page.

“Nothing,” I lied.

Her brown eyes looked away from the magazine, finding mine. Erin focused on me, searching for the answer to her question which she knew would be hidden within my eyes. She frowned thoughtfully. “You hurt yourself exercising.”

“It’s just a little knot,” I said, wondering how she always did that. “It’s nothing, really.”

Erin stood up, handing me the magazine.

“Are you leaving?” I asked nervously.

“Do you want me to?”

“No.” I took her hand in mine, not wanting to let her go.

Smiling in a way that warmed my heart, Erin touched my cheek. “Lie down.”

My heart began to beat wildly as a flurry of lurid images flooded my mind. “Why?”

Erin gently guided me onto my stomach, making sure that I propped a pillow comfortably under my chin. She crawled onto the bed, straddling my hips. As her hands began to move over my back in a tender massage, she asked, “How’s that?”

I closed my eyes, enjoying her hands on me more than I thought possible. “Hold on,” I said, pretending to be uncomfortable.

Moving beneath her, I could feel my lower back rubbing against her through those thin cotton panties. The tightening of her thighs drew my attention as her body instinctively reacted to my seemingly innocent movements.

“Better?” she asked, when I had stopped my squirming.

I knew that she had leaned forward a bit. Her voice had seemed closer, the slope of her sex had changed to a different angle, tormenting me wonderfully and her breasts were now dangling just above my back. Through the fabric of her shirt I could feel that her nipples had hardened as a result of my actions.

“Sorry.” I wasn’t in the least. I would have done the same if I had it to do, again. “I just needed to get into a better position.” Now, that part had been true. I did want to get into a better position and this one was bliss.

“So,” I sighed as the massage continued. “What was it that you needed?”

Erin’s hands were moving over me like someone, who had more than just a casual experience at relieving certain tensions. She had the skill of a woman, who had seduced many a man into her bed.

“I came in here to talk to you about tomorrow,” she said.

“Yeah, I was wondering about that too.” That was an understatement. I was dying to know what she had in store for me.

“I was hoping that we could go for a drive along the coast.”

“In the convertible,” I added, seeing where this was going.

“You know me too well,” she chuckled softly.

I smiled. Erin had always loved going for long drives. There was something about being on the open road that brought comfort to her. “I don’t know, Erin.” I was dying to see how she would try to convince me.

“Please, Daddy,” she said, doing the remarkable and gentling her massage even more. A deep sigh left my lips as I tried to feign reluctance. The truth was that I looked forward to our drives as much as she did. I could not remember the last time that we had been out like that. She had been so busy lately with her new job and her ex. “Alright.”

I listened to her laugh happily.

“Thank you, Daddy. I knew you’d say, ‘yes.'”

Looking over my shoulder, I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. “You’re spoiled, Erin.”

“I know it.” Smirking, she asked, “Would you like to know a secret?”

“Sure, love. Tell me.”

The smile that she had on her face changed to a more serious expression. She leaned forward, stopping with her lips near my ear. “I think, you like spoiling me.”

I took in a deep breath, loving the feel of her breath tickling her ear and her chest pressed closely to my back. I would have given anything for her to remain so close but, as she pulled away, I could feel myself missing the warmth of her body. She was pushing up to put an end to the massage . I didn’t want this to be over so quickly.

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Summary: With sister’s help on New Year’s Eve, he fucks his MILF Neighbor.

Note 1: This is the third part of the Best Present Ever series. In Part One (Bitch Sister), Matthew turns the tables on his bitch sister making her his personal sex slave. In Part Two (Cheerleader Orgy), Matthew has a fun foursome with his sister and two other cheerleaders. Of course, I suggest you read the first two first, but this is a very brief summary of one crazy week in the life of our nerdy, well-equipped protagonist.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991 for his editing expertise.

BEST PRESENT EVER: MILF NEIGHBOR

It was the 31st of December and other than a quick blow job from my baby sister Sandra, life returned to normal. The family had done our traditional double feature at the movie theatre we did every December 27 (I have no idea why, but it had become a tradition nonetheless), I met up with my old buddies for an all-night Marathon of Dungeons and Dragons on the 28th, and spent the 29th working on a paper in the day and played board games with the family and grandma, minus sis who was working.

That night, while the family played taboo, Sandra texted me.

Allison is back and she will be coming to meet you tomorrow afternoon…she is dying to learn more about Harvard.

I smiled, although I hadn’t met her yet, there was something about her I couldn’t quite place. Oh sure I enjoyed fucking my sister and Beth, but their shallow personalities and vapid intellect was annoying. Allison was an intellectual and obviously a submissive sexual being…maybe I could have the best of both worlds…a submissive girlfriend who I could actually converse with at a higher level than ‘I need shoes to match this outfit.’ I hated stupid and vain people.

On the 30th, I shot an early load down Sandra’s throat and continued on my research paper until Allison arrived later that afternoon.

Her shy smile enhanced her adorable dimples, her crystal blues eyes sparkled behind her too nerdy for her own good glasses and her brown hair in pigtails had me smitten the moment I met her. Unlike Beth who I just wanted to fuck, Allison I wanted to get to know before I fucked her.

Sandra introduced us. “Allison this is my big brother Matthew,” she said slyly stressing the word ‘big’.

Allison shyly said, “It is very nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” I smiled, “I hear from Sandra that you are hoping to attend Harvard.”

“That is my dream,” she replied, a sudden twinkle in her eyes.

The next hour we talked academia and I was instantly smitten with her. Unlike most insipid girls, I could actually have an intellectual conversation with her. I asked her if she would like to come down to Harvard for a tour sometime. She was giddy at the offer and we agreed on a date in February if her parents approved, which they would, and I asked if she would like to go out to a movie tonight.

Her face went flush as she stammered, clearly surprised by my offer, “I-I-I can’t. I am spending New Years babysitting.”

“Oh, ok,” I replied.

She quickly added, “But otherwise I would love to.”

“Well, I fly out on the second, so are you free tomorrow afternoon for a matinee and dinner,” I asked.

“S-s-sure,” she stuttered, clearly excited by the idea of a date with me, something I was not accustomed to.

“It’s a date,” I announced, clarifying any doubt she may have had of my intentions.

“Ok,” she said, seemingly as surprised at my request for a date as I was to have a girl say yes for a date.

We chatted some more before she had to head back home to get ready for babysitting after she said goodbye to my sister.

Once she was gone, Sandra popped into my room and said, “You sly dog, a date. What are you planning on doing, adding her to your harem of whores?”

I instantly got defensive. “No slut, I actually want to date her.”

Her face went red, but she didn’t respond like she would have a week ago before she became my little sister slut slave. Instead, she asked, “So what is the plan for tonight?”

“Mrs. Raske is my New Year’s Eve gift to myself,” I answered. Mrs. Raske is our hot MILF neighbor and mother of my high school nemesis Tyson. But, best of all she is Sandra’s lesbian pet and has guaranteed she will obey me.

“She will love you,” Sandra said, before adding, “but doing her at her son’s party may be a challenge.”

“I want to have my cum leaking out of her while she talks to him,” I added.

“You really are a conniving bastard,” Sandra smiled, clearly liking my plan.

“Make it happen,” I ordered.

“Will do, big brother,” Sandra agreed.

…..

Although still farfetched I had also began planting the seeds for the potential seduction of my mom. I had been complimenting her, giving her hugs, kisses on the cheek and spending more time around her. She noticed, “What has gotten into you, Matthew? You haven’t paid this much attention to me in years?”

“Living at college makes one realize how much escort izmit motherly nurturing is critical to proper psychological development,” I said, which was true, although I knew that years ago.

“Well anytime you need me, I am here for you,” Mom offered, giving me a hug.

I smiled thinking what I needed her for as I said, “I plan to take you up on your offer very soon.”

…..

At the party, I came in with cheerleader Beth, who a few days earlier would have rather died than have been seen with me. She had her arm hooked in mine with a big smile on her face, feigning to be oblivious to the surprised looks she was getting.

Having a popular cheerleader on your arm changes everything. Suddenly I wasn’t the geek kids mocked, but the college dude dating the hottest chick at their school. It was extremely gratifying, especially when Tyson saw me at the party.

“What the fuck are you doing…” he began than froze when he saw Beth holding my hand.”You got to be kidding me.”

Beth spoke for me, “Matthew is here with me. Do you have a problem with that?”

Tyson glared at me, but said, “No, no problem at all.”

Beth smiled, “I thought so.”

Once Tyson walked away, Beth whispered, “He acts tough but he is a pussy with a small cock.”

“You fucked him?” I asked,

“If you can count his cock in me as fucking,” she shrugged, which had me laughing hard.

Beth said, “I am going to find your MILF slut-to-be.”

“You do that,” I said.

The next hour I learned what high school parties were like, all the ones I hadn’t been invited to. Although dancing with Beth in such tight quarters was fun, the whole scene was not. Getting bumped into by drunks, having drinks spilt on me, the loud repetitive dance music was annoying. Finally Sandra gave me a nod from afar, her hand in the air to imply five minutes and my cock grew instantly. A song later, Beth and I squirmed our way through the throng of drunk, insipid high schoolers.

Eventually we meandered our way upstairs. Beth knocked on a door three times and a moment later it was opened by Mrs. Raske who was clearly nervous and uncomfortable. She stammered, “C-c-come in.”

We quickly did as she closed and locked the door.

“Get back to your task,” Sandra demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread open.

“P-p-please my husband will be home in half an hour,” she pleaded.

“Then you better hurry,” Sandra demanded.

She looked at me, humiliation all over her face, dressed classy in a red cocktail dress, black pantyhose and three inch heels. She turned away and went to my sister, dropping to her knees and leaning forward towards my sister’s pussy.

Beth surprised me also dropping to her knees and retrieving my fully erect and awkwardly positioned cock from my pants. Without a word, she took my cock into her mouth and sucked like the pro she was.

Sandra said, “Matthew, I hate to rush you, but we sent Mr. Raske out for more ice and appetizers. We don’t have a lot of time to use our slut.”

Deciding to impress Mrs. Raske with my control over two of the hottest girls around, I said firmly, “Sandra come and get my cock ready.”

Sandra didn’t hesitate as she moved off the bed and joined Beth on the floor, both cheerleaders now worshipping my cock.

Mrs. Raske turned around, but remained on her knees as she watched the two girls take turns sucking my cock.

“Hungry, Mrs. Raske?” I asked, smiling with the newfound confidence that the past week had given me.

Surprisingly, her earlier shame had disappeared completely as she crawled towards me with a hunger in her eyes like a predator going in for the kill as she answered, “I am famished Matthew.”

Reaching me, Beth and Sandra moved away and the sexy MILF looked up at me as she reached for my cock. “How long have you fantasized fucking me Matthew?”

I groaned, “Since I was old enough to stroke myself off.”

She opened her mouth and took my cock between her lips. She bobbed hungrily for a couple of minutes, deep throating me with ease, and somehow creating a tornado like sensation in her mouth with her lips, tongue and excess saliva.

Taking my cock out of her mouth, she looked up and said, “I want to feel your cock in me sexy, but my husband will be home soon. So please fill my mouth with your cum and then meet me at midnight across the street at the Wilson’s for the best New Year’s Ever.”

I looked at my sister and she explained, ” Apparently the Wilson’s are gone for the week and she has the keys because she is sort of house sitting.”

“What about your husband?” I asked, moving my cock around her sexy lips.

“Don’t worry about him,” she smiled, taking my cock back in her mouth.

Her lips were like a vacuum as she gave me the most amazing head I had experienced in my brief experience. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and moaned as she bobbed back and forth with such beautiful perfection. “Does my new fuck-toy want my cum?”

She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper into izmit escort her mouth than I thought physically feasible and then grabbed my hips and moved them back and forth.

I was confused at first until Sandra laughed and said, “Fuck your slut’s face.”

Catching on, I grabbed Mrs. Raske’s head and began pumping my cock in and out of her perfect lips. The cocksucking sounds were loud and the tornado sensation, plus the reality of a long held fantasy coming true was too much and I shot my load into the MILF’s mouth.

As I slowed down, she returned to her hungry bobbing, retrieving every last drop of my cum.

“He’s home,” Beth called out from where she was standing by the window, she had been keeping lookout for Mr. Raske.

Mrs. Raske slowed down, swirling her tongue around the top of my now sensitive cock head, not panicking about being caught in such an act. Finally, she allowed my cock to leave her mouth and she stood up smiling. “That was delicious, Master.”

I tried to hide my awe as I replied, “That is nothing my pet. Wait till I get you alone at midnight.”

Looking at me, she purred, her tone dripping with submissive sexiness, “I can’t wait.”

I pulled my pants up just as there was a crash at the door, thankfully locked, followed by Tyson’s voice, “Mom are you in there?”

I could have hid, but instead made sure Mrs. Raske was respectable before I opened the door.

“Hey, Tyson,” I greeted, smiling smugly. The look of confusion on his face was priceless.

“What the hell are you doing in my parents’ room?” He asked, instantly pissed.

“Just helping your mother with her,” I paused, causing anxiety for all I imagine, “computer issues.”

Tyson’s anger quickly faded as he said, “Well get the hell out of here.”

Mrs. Raske, her tone clearly in mother mode, scolded her son, “Tyson apologize this second. Matthew comes here and helps me selflessly and you treat him with disrespect.”

Tyson went from tough and smug, to weak in a heartbeat, as he said sheepishly, clearly embarrassed by being scolded in front of his peers, “Sorry Matthew.”

“No problem,” I shrugged, “I will always be available if your mother needs her system looked after.”

Sandra laughed at my sexual innuendo, but Mrs. Raske surprised us both when she added, her meaning dripping with naughtiness, “Thanks a lot Matthew, you really have a way with the mother board.”

“I’m still learning,” I shrugged.

“Well practice makes perfect,” the MILF quipped back.

I laughed, looking smugly at Tyson, “I have learned that is always the case.”

I turned to Beth and said, “Let’s go babe, l am sick of hanging out with these children.”

Beth quickly joined me, adding, while looking directly at Tyson, “Yes, Iets go somewhere we can be alone.” She stressed the word ‘alone’ in case Tyson was too insipid to catch on to the obvious implication.

I grabbed her hand and led her past my ex-bully, down the stairs and out of the house. Once outside, I burst out laughing. “Shit, that was fun.”

“The look on his face was priceless,” Beth agreed. “By the way, watching his mom gobble your cock got me all hot and horny.” She grabbed my cock through my pants and gave a firm squeeze. “Think you got enough for me, sexy?”

Playing coy, I replied, “I don’t know.”

Surprising me, Beth pulled me back into the party, back up the stairs, passing Tyson as he headed down the stairs back to the party, and into the bathroom. The hunger in her eyes made her intentions obvious. As I passed Tyson again, I shrugged, giving him a ‘what can you do’ look.

Reaching the bathroom, I turned and gave him one last wink before I disappeared into the bathroom with my beautiful cheerleader plaything.

As soon as the door was closed and locked, Beth’s body crashed into mine, my back crashing into the door. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest and her tongue swirled inside my mouth. A minute of intense passion was finally broken when she said, “Please, Matthew, fuck me.”

“I could use a snack first,” I quipped, pushing her to the sink counter and them lifting her up on it.

I parted her stocking-clad legs apart and buried my face in her sweet, already very wet, nectar. Her scent was addicting and I lapped hungrily determined to get her off with my tongue. Pleased that she had done as instructed and gone commando.

She seemed to like it as her moans got louder exponentially in just a few seconds before she began to get animated. “Oh yes, baby, your tongue feels so good on my cunt.”

Hearing the words, especially in her sexy English accent, had my clock rock hard and I was determined to get her screaming with pleasure. I explored every inch of her pussy lips, inside and out, before focusing on her engorged clit.

“Fuuuck, oh God, don’t stooooop,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my back and grappling my head pulling me deeper into her oasis of sin.

Her clit between my lips, I shook my head sideways and seconds later was rewarded with a gush of Beth’s izmit kendi evi olan escort cum.

“Fuuuuuuck, yeeees, I’m comiiiing,” my fake girlfriend bellowed, loud enough that anyone in the hallway would know exactly what we were doing.

I lapped up all her juices before I stood up, helped her off the counter, turned her around, bent her over the counter and, after quickly pulling my cock out, I slammed my cock into her still trembling cunt.

“Oh yes, Matthew, fuck your slut,” she said loudly, clearly not caring what others may hear on the other side of the door.

Having came recently, I knew we were in for a mini-marathon. I fucked her from behind for a few minutes, even as people began knocking on the door.

“Fuuuuck off, buggers,” Beth snapped between moans, her second orgasm seemingly on the rise.

A minute later, Beth begged, “Come in me baby, I want to feel your cum fill me up.”

I grunted, “Keep talking dirty slut.”

Looking at me in the mirror, she smiled deviously, “Pound my cunt, Master, and make me your little personal fuck slave. Take my arse baby, do you want to fuck my tight perfect little rosebud?. Will you pound my buttocks, baby?”

“Shiiiit,” I groaned, hearing her say arse so much dirtier than ass, and I unloaded my cum in her pussy. Instantly, she somehow tightened her pussy literally milking my cock with her tight cunt.

“Oh yes baby, fill my cunt with your cum,” she moaned, her fingers now frantically rubbing herself.

“Come now slut, come for your Master,” I demanded, still thrusting in and out if her.

“Oh yes, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” Beth screamed, alerting the house to her second orgasm in a few minutes.

“Good sluuuut,” I acknowledged as I slowed down.

“Thank yoooooou, Master,” Beth whimpered, her body shaking as her orgasm pulsed through her.

Pulling out, I put my cock away and watched the beautiful blonde finish her orgasm. Finally, she turned around and said, “Fuck, you know how to press my buttons.”

I shrugged, “You are not too bad yourself.”

People banged on the door and after Beth straightened out her slightly disheveled clothes, we opened the door.

A brunette snapped, “About fucking time.”

Beth snapped back, “Agreed, fucking takes time.”

“Slut,” the brunette retorted, pushing past us and into the washroom.

“Prude,” Beth quipped back, as the door closed.

Everyone stared at us and I smiled knowing that my reputation was forever changed. I was now the man among these high school boys. There was a time this would have made me feel awesome, now I realized these kids were all pathetic…peaking in high school was hilarious to me.

Beth smiling led me down the stairs and back to the dance floor. Pulling me close, we danced like no one else in the room mattered. As we danced, her hand was firmly on my ass. I realized that Beth was the perfect fuck-toy, someone to shoot a load in, yet she wasn’t someone I could date, we were just not academically compatible. Allison, on the other hand, she could be everything: an academic equivalent, a girlfriend and a submissive. I wondered, could I have it all?

An hour later, dancing and drinking the time had flown by, and suddenly it was quarter-to-midnight. I gave Beth an early New Years kiss and sauntered confidently out the door and to my midnight rendezvous.

The lights were already on in the Wilson house and I walked right in. I followed the dim light up the stairs and to the master bedroom where I expect to find Mrs. Raske waiting for me.

“You are early,” Mrs. Raske said, lying on the bed in a red nightie and matching garter and stockings.

“As are you,” I replied, walking over to the bed.

“I couldn’t wait to finish what we started,” she smiled, moving onto all fours and crawling demurely to the edge of the bed.

“What about your husband?” I asked, still worried about him somehow still potentially busting in on us.

“He’s a cuck,” she shrugged, pulling my belt off.

“A cuck?” I asked, unfamiliar with the word.

“A cuckold,” she clarified, unzipping my trousers. “I wear the pants in our relationship so to speak.”

“He knows you fuck around?” I asked, as my pants fell to the floor.

“Yes, and it turns him on. He watched me fake getting seduced by your sister, and was actually in the closet watching the last time your sister dommed me,” she explained.

“He saw you submit to my sister?” I asked, shocked.

“Yes,” she smiled, “he loves watching is wife be used.”

“Wow,” I said, as she tugged my underwear down, releasing my fully erect and ready to go cock. “And what do you mean my sister fake seduced you.”

“I know Sandra thinks she seduced me and made me her slut, but I set it up, played it up and videotaped the whole thing,” she revealed.

“Wow, again,” I said, as she took my cock in her mouth.

After a couple slow deep throats, she asked, “You obviously fucked Beth since I last saw you, I taste cunt.”

I shrugged, “She wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“You poor boy,” she mocked, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock head.

A minute later, she continued, falling back onto the bed and sliding her left leg slowly down her right, “Your sister says you have a fetish for nylons.”

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I’m a Nun

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I am a nun. This is a true story.

I became a Christian when I was only ten years old. Even though I was born Muslim it occurred to me early on that Christianity suited me more so, mostly because of the gentleness I perceived within Jesus and much less so in Mohammad. Judaism just seemed far too original. This is not a downplaying Judaism or Islam – only a testimony of personal taste.

At 13 years old I knew that I wanted to be married to God, and fulfill his every desire. This seemed to be possible in a way I desired by simply becoming a nun.

So I did.

I entered a convent at 19 years old, for the very first time. Within months it was clear to the Mother Superior that I had the soul required to live a life of commitment to God, and God alone. After three months in the convent, I was made responsible for five new young women who had just arrived. (Like Shakespeare, I am connivingly leaving a point hanging, which clearly needs more rubbing. It will come in Part 2).

Although, it must seem that I am very naïve and obsessively pure, I am not. My parents had insisted that I go to a public school in my younger years, as they were greatly concerned with my zeal for the religion and my constant involvement in ritual. “At public school you’ll meet boys and girls who are normal, “ they would say.

I felt immense pain for my parents knowing how misunderstood I was to them. I felt pain, knowing the pain they must feel at having a daughter they simply could not understand. This is a great tragedy.

But while I was at public school, I decided that I would learn all I could, both academically and otherwise, before I would commit my life to Jesus. I read books on every conceivable topics from motorcycles to anal sex. No subject, that could not be dealt with later on, was left unexplored.

I made a decision, like young Mennonites, to explore the world and the fruits it has to offer. There was nothing within Christianity that I was familiar with, which denied a young woman of her needs. Once this decision was made and in the open, I began to become more and more sexually aroused and in need of coitus.

I made love to a young man early on and I found myself loving every aspect of the lovemaking act. I couldn’t get enough of him between my legs, licking my clitoris and making love to me with his izmit rus escort tongue. I was awashed with passion when he entered me whether it was while I lay on my back offering up my vagina for his consumption; or whether I was on my knees, extending my ass high up into the sky for him to enter whether anally or otherwise.

Once the floodgates of sexuality opened up in my life, there was quite literally no closing them. If I wasn’t with a man in a given evening I would spend my time masturbating or making love to an older woman living in my flat. I had a collection of toys so grand that I considered opening a store called “Sex Toys R’ Us” (kidding J)

AS often as I wanted I would lower the lights in my apartment, and set out dozens of candles smelling of sweet flowers. I would bathe; always extending my toes, and arching my back in a sexual way too simply turn myself on. I was magnificent. I looked into a mirror perched up against the back of the bathtub, and as I lay in bubbles I masturbated, and did so for hours. By the time I climbed out of the bath, I could barely ambulate myself to my bed. I had spent myself and I was indeed…. spent.

I tried threesomes, foursomes and even fivesomes where I was the central figure catered to by the three men and two women in my group. If you have ever experienced a cock or dildo, or both in more than one of your orifices than you will get what I am about to say. Double, triple, quadruple penetration is as delightful as I could have imagined.

I have had a cock in my ass, visited by another one in my vagina while a third cock rammed my throat while two young female nymphs sucking interchangeably on my nipples…. massaging my breasts as though they were making bread.

I experimented with strap ons and fucking men. I found I was able to humble the male species in a way I much preferred not seeing – at least initially. It is clear to me now that when a person is on all fours, awaiting penetration from above them, they have placed themselves in a a subservient one. This is humiliating. Yes, I know that subservient are often seen as the real person in control in a given relationship, yet I can’t help believing that at some level humiliation does enter this picture.

So I fucked men and bemoaned my inability to cum inside of their ass. I hope so badly izmit escort that in my next life I will have a penis

for it offers so much that a vagina does not. I would like a penis that is no longer than six inches, and not quite as thick a my wrist. I would prefer being circumcised, mostly because the crown of such a penis looks like a little piggy. I love pigs. They are so smart.

I learned early on to be sexy. My advice to women reading this story is to be sexy..as sexy as you can. Take advantage of the blessings that God has bestowed upon us. We are living in a very rich time and place in history where the shelves in supermarkets are filled and sexual enhancers are cheap. It is proper to eat when you are given food, and it is correct for us to engage in sexuality to the extent that one chooses, even if it appears to be slutty or uncouth.

I bought lingerie from Victoria’s Secret by the pound. Men would ogle until their eyes fell out at the vision of my breasts, stomach and legs covered in silk. I have never met a man, except for one, who was able to stand a meter away from me while I stood opposite him dressed in the most provocative teddy I owned – and be able to keep his distance.

I had grown into a very attractive young woman, I must say. My eyes were the feature which moved men the most. I have black, black eyes set in very pear shaped sockets. They are large and said to be inviting. Some say they used to cover half my face, when I was five years old.

I could fuck men with my eyes. A man I had known for only a few hours, quite literally came on my feet without touching himself while my eyes teared ever so slightly, stared deeply into his, and expressed a lustful desire to take his cock in me, every which way.

Anyone who knows is aware that the hands are the greatest sexual tools and the eyes quickly follow them. You can impregnate a dame with your eyes – men.

At 19 I entered a convent, having fulfilled enough of my fantasies to take me into my three next lives. On the first day I arrived I found my room in the dormitory and introduced myself to my roommate. The room was large, about 25 feet by 20 feet and the ceilings seemed to be 15 feet high. There were sort of frescos on the walls, and the paneling was from redwood.

My roommate really seemed to look like me, or perhaps kocaeli escort like I will look in five years. She was about 5’2 and weighed 110 pounds. Her body was exquisite and I silently, to myself, expressed my hearty appreciation to God for giving me more and more blessings. My Christianity was strengthening within me as I learned more about life.

Nellie was a physical fitness buff and she never went a day, except for Christmas day, without doing some sort of exercising. My favourite, was when she would stretch and her arms and legs would flap about exposing herself to me in a most seductive fashion. Those nights I lay in bed and plunged my Silencer-Dildo inside of me until my hands rebelled, not my cunt.

Nellie turned to me one night while I masturbated and told me that she could smell my sex. I turned as red as my imagination allowed and asked her why she would say something so vile. Laughingly she said, “No silly. The wonderful smell of sex permeates one’s senses like nothing else except perhaps vanilla, or a rose.”

Nellie leaped out of her bed, and pulled my covers to the side so she could find an entry place into my bed. I extend my hospitality to her. I appreciated her confidence and ability to so freely express herself. I felt her hands on my ass and her tongue on my clitoris and I began to raise my voice.

She stifled me with a simple, hot and wet lick of my asshole. I was stunned and asked her to repeat it. She put her finger into my ass and screwed me (a word I think to be most appropriate in reference to anal sex of any type) until I came and then pooped a bit on her hand. Nellie was super cool and only laughed at my puppiness.

She then positioned herself over me, so that her cunt was lowered onto my mouth. I ate her and in a flash learned to love cunnilingus more than any sexual act I had experienced. Men know what it is like to taste a woman’s wetness and to run your tongue around her lips, simultaneously fingering her with one, or two, or three or four fingers. Some fist. Not me.

Nellie and I made love, fucked and screwed every single night of that school year, without fail. We were an item to each other, and not a single soul in the entire place had an inkling of our sexuality for one another. This made the fruit even some more forbidden, because when things get out they loose their flavour.

Fucking a fellow student-nun in a convent, was not what I had bargained upon committing to a life of austerity and chaste. It did however make my initiation into the life of a nun far more palatable.

(Part 2 to come)

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