4 Soeurs Piégées Ch. 01

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4 sœurs piégées Ch 1

Deceived Sisters 1

Coulybaca / MercySlayer

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Jeannette et ses trois sœurs préparaient leur virée à Atlantic-City depuis de longs mois.

Elles avaient épargné la moindre pièce pour s’assurer qu’elles pourraient s’offrir une nuit entre filles lorsqu’elles se trouveraient à Atlantic-City.

Comme elles seraient entre elles, sans leurs hommes, ils ne pourraient pas se montrer jaloux et elles pourraient allumer et provoquer les mâles autant qu’elles le voudraient.

Les trois autres étaient d’accord et elles pénétrèrent dans un hôtel pour retenir leurs chambres, Jeannette sentait les yeux des mâles assis dans le hall évaluer sans vergogne leurs charmes.

Agée de 38 ans, Jeannette était la plus vieille des 4. Elle entretenait son corps et avait choisi de porter un fin chemisier qui moulait sa poitrine.

Comme elle ne portait pas de soutien gorge, on devinait facilement le contour des deux collines jumelles et de leurs aréoles plus sombres au travers du fin tissu rouge.

Jennifer avait 35 ans et n’était pas plus conservatrice que sa sœur. Elle portait une jupe en cuir très courte qui lui couvrait tout juste les fesses.

Les bas noirs qu’elle portait galbait les longues jambes de Jennifer. Jennifer avait choisi un chemisier en soie blanche, elle avait une opulente poitrine qu’elle maintenait dans un soutien-gorge 90 bonnets D, elle était un peu rondelette.

Lisa n’avait que 30 ans et la même taille que Jeannette mais son tour de poitrine n’était qu’un 90 B, elle était assez timide et s’habillait de façon plus conventionnelle.

Emme portait une jupe noire à hauteur de genoux et un chandail blanc.

Elles taquinaient souvent leur dernière sœur, Lisa la surnommant “la femme du prêcheur”, mais elle avait promis de porter une tenue sexy pour cette nuit entre filles.

Ma plus jeune et la plus aventureuse s’appelait Heather, à 28 ans elle était la plus grande des 4 et n’avait aucune inhibition.

Elle portait elle aussi une jupe de cuir, mais rouge et ne portait pas de bas.

Heather montra à ses sœurs la ficelle de son thong qui lui entrait dans la raie du cul, et elle n’hésitait pas à ouvrir en grand les cuisses pour que les hommes puisent distinguer clairement le “V” rouge qui couvrait ad minima son entrecuisse.

Elle portait un corsage boutonné dont elle laissait les 4 premiers boutons ouverts pour exhiber ses nibards du 90 B.

Ses nichons étaient très bien galbés et semblaient plus opulents qu’ils ne l’étaient en réalité.

Son corsage déboutonné ne couvrait que partiellement ses miches.

Les 4 sœurs retinrent leurs chambres et prirent l’ascenseur pour gagner leurs chambres communicantes, toutes excitées à l’idée de sentir les regards des hommes qu’elles croiseraient lors de leur “nuit entre filles” s’appesantir sur leurs charmes.

Elle se taquinaient les unes les autres, traitant Heather de petite pute tandis qu’Heather traitait Jeannette de “femme mariée incapable de savoir quoi faire avec un véritable mâle”.

Elles arrivèrent enfin à leurs suites, s’accordèrent le temps de se rafraîchir rappelant à Lisa sa promesse, elle devait se retrouver une heure plus tard pour se rendre dans un club.

Heather entra dans la chambre de Lisa et siffla en la voyant émerger de la salle de bain portant une jupe bleue marine qui moulait étroitement ses fesses.

Heather ne parvenait pas à croire que Lisa porte un corsage transparent sans soutien-gorge. Son corsage était du même ton bleu clair que sa jupe mais ses miches étaient clairement visibles au travers du tissu arachnéen.

Pas si prude que ça… Commenta Lisa alors qu’elles se rendaient dans la chambre voisine à la rencontre des deux autres sœurs.

Jeannette et Jennifer étaient impressionnées, Leurs deux cadettes exhibaient leurs charmes de façon fort provocante, elles avaient trouvé le moyen d’accentuer leurs atouts.

Jeannette et Jennifer faisaient beaucoup moins que leur âge, la beauté de leurs miches les rajeunissait fortement.

Les 4 sœurs riaient en chœur en pénétrant dans le bar, leurs tenues sexy provoquaient les réactions attendues : les yeux de tous les mâles présents s’étaient braqués sur eux.

Elles n’avaient pas à payer leurs consommations et s’amusaient considérablement à allumer leurs admirateurs.

Elles cherchaient à toujours garder l’œil les unes sur les autres, mais avec la troupe d’hommes qui les encerclait, c’était assez difficile.

Tout en repoussant les mains de son partenaire de ses fesses, Jeannette surveillait ses 3 sœurs.

Jennifer se débattait pour les mêmes raisons entre les mains de son danseur, alors que Lisa et bursa escort Heather étaient assise dans l’ombre avec leurs partenaires.

Jeannette voyait que le partenaire de Lisa tentait de lui palper les nibards alors que celui d’Heather cherchait à glisser une main sous sa jupe.

Ces attentions étaient extrêmement flatteuses pour une femme mariée ayant une vie professionnelle affirmée, et durant une pause elles repoussèrent leurs prétendants et se réunirent autour d’une table.

Réjouies, elles se contaient les unes aux autres leurs aventures lorsqu’un séduisant noir s’approcha d’elles une camera en mai.

Il leur proposa de les prendre en photos pour 5 dollars la série, dont une de leur petit groupe.

Il précisa qu’il s’appelait Devon et qu’il travaillait dans leur hôtel.

Les sœurs pensaient que cela ferait de bons souvenirs et elles le payèrent pour une série de photo. Il les avisa qu’il serait de retour d’ici une petite demi-heure avec leurs photos, il les abandonna sur ces mots.

Lors de la pause suivante Devon revint les rejoindre, leur donna meurs photos, et demanda s’il pouvait leur faire plaisir.

Elles déclinèrent son offre et avant qu’il ait le temps de leur répondre, elles acceptèrent l’invitation à danser de quatre hommes.

Devon les suivit du regard alors qu’elles gagnaient la piste de danse et versa alors une poudre blanche dans leurs consommations.

— C’est vraiment trop facile, ces petites putes provinciales sont tellement stupides! Pensait Devon au fond de lui-même.

Les 4 sœurs dansèrent et allumèrent leurs partenaires jusqu’environ 2 heures du matin.

Heather leur révéla qu’elle avait donné son string à l’un de ses danseurs et le leur prouva en se troussant jusqu’à la taille exhibant sa chatoune fraîchement rasée.

Elles étaient toutes 4 bien éméchées et Lisa concéda que son partenaire lui avait sucé les tétons au coin du bar.

Jennifer s’était montrée bien plus prude en autorisant seulement son danseur à lui palper les nichons au travers de son corsage.

Elles furent toutes trois ébahies lorsque Jeannette leur révéla qu’un de ses partenaires avait glissé ses doigts dans sa petite culotte et qu’il lui avait titillé habilement le clito ce qui lui avait déclenché un succulent orgasme.

Bien que mariées les deux aînées avaient décidé que tant qu’elle ne ferait l’amour avec personne elles pouvaient jouir de tous les autres plaisirs que leurs partenaires pourraient leur dispenser.

Elles étaient toutes 4 éreintées et quittèrent le bar vers 2 heures 30 pour regagner leurs suites.

Elles étaient toutes 4 sous l’emprise de la drogue que Devon leur avait fait prendre à leur insu, cette dernière commençait à agir franchement.

Elles étaient inconscientes d’être suivie par quelqu’un qui demeurait dans l’ombre.

Devon les avait observées toute la nuit, s’assurant qu’elles vidaient bien leurs verres trafiqués.

Il les suivit carrément jusqu’à leurs chambres.

Devon savait que son plaisir allait seulement débuter le lendemain matin alors qu’il inscrivait le numéro de leurs chambres avant de rejoindre son appartement.

Une fois rentré chez lui il sortit le film de son appareil photo les développa et tira des clichés, puis il commença à préparer des montages, collant le visage des 4 sœurs sur les corps de femmes entièrement nues engagées dans différents actes sexuels.

Son acolyte, le barman, l’aidait préparer ces fakes que les 4 jeunes femmes ne pourraient pas repousser de prime abord.

-Ces petites putes provinciales sont tellement stupides! S’amusait-il en terminant le faux concernant Jeannette.

On la voyait agenouillée, nue taillant une somptueuse pipe à un noir tandis qu’un autre l’enfilait par derrière.

-Si stupides! Répéta-t-il.

Il scrutait attentivement les photos des suites qu’avaient retenues les jeunes femmes et était ravi de constater que les faux s’avéraient criants de vérité.

Devon termina sa tâche et imprima les photos des 4 sœurs avant d’admirer son oeuvre.

-Si stupides, que c’en était si facile! Pensait-il en son fort intérieur.

Jeannette entendit vaguement quelqu’un frapper à sa porte, cela la réveilla à peine.

Elle était en plein brouillard et cherchait à retrouver ses marques.

Jennifer gisait entièrement nue, au-dessus des couvertures dans le lit voisin, ce lui remit les pieds sur terre.

Elle jeta alors un oeil sur son cadran de montre tout en remontant le couvre lit sur Jennifer et en enfilant une robe de chambre pour aller répondre à la porte.

Il était presque 21 heures.

-Nous avons dormi tout ce temps! S’esclaffa-t-elle

-Que c’est-il donc bien passé la nuit dernière?

Elle ouvrit la porte et se retrouva en présence d’un colosse noir qui se tenait dans l’entrebâillement, il lui sembla relativement familier, mais elle n’était sure de rien.

-Puis-je vous aider? L’interrogea Jeannette, c’est alors qu’elle vit qu’il était suivi d’un autre homme.

-Toi et tes putes de sœurs vous allez vous habiller, il est temps bursa escort bayan d’aller travailler! Devon mettait en oeuvre son plan, il attendait sa réaction une photo prête dans sa poche.

-Pardon! S’exclama Jeannette prête à reclaquer la porte sur les deux intrus qui venaient l’insulter dans sa chambre.

C’est alors que le noir sortit une photo d’une femme nue de sa poche et lui colla sous les yeux.

Jeannette écarquilla ses yeux : il s’agissait d’Heather, elle était visiblement en train de se faire baiser.

-Allez prend-là… Vous étiez tous les 4 drôlement chaudes la nuit dernière! Poursuivit Devon menaçant.

Jeannette prit la photo en main et hébétée, l’observa attentivement.

Heather était nue à moitié emmanchée sur la grosse bite d’un colosse noir, qui tenait ses nichons à pleines mains.

Elle paraissait se trouver dans la chambre qu’elle partageait avec Lisa à en juger par l’arrière plan.

-Que voulez-vous? Le questionna-t-elle incapable de détourner les yeux de la photo.

Devon savait maintenant que son plan marchait

-j’en ai bien d’autres… Laisse-nous rentrer, toi et tes sœurs vous êtes dans une drôle de galère!

Machinalement Jeannette enleva la chaîne de la porte et les laissa entrer tous deux, Jennifer dormait toujours, elle resserra sa robe de chambre autour de sa taille.

-Où sont tes deux sœurs? L’interrogea Devon

-Qui êtes-vous? Lâcha enfin Jeannette extrêmement inquiète.

Devon expliqua qu’il vendait les charmes de certaines filles à ses clients, puis il lui présenta Jimmy.

-C’est le barman du bar où vous êtes allées, il veut discuter de la facture que vous avez laissé la nuit dernière… Lui expliqua Devon.

Jeannette fixait toujours avec horreur la photo qu’elle avait en main, malgré tous ses efforts elle ne parvenait pas à se rappeler ce qui s’était passé la nuit dernière.

Devon lui tendit 3 autres photos.

Jeannette avala sa salive et porta la main à sa bouche en voyant Jennifer liée sur son lit, sur le ventre, vigoureusement enculée par un noir.

La photo suivante mettait en scène Lisa, nue, agenouillée, elle avait une bite dans chaque main, visiblement ses deux partenaires venaient de gicler sur sa poitrine couverte de filets glaireux.

Jeannette s’assit et regarda une photo d’elle, elle aussi à genoux, une grosse bite noire enfouie dans sa foufoune, la bouche grande ouverte pour en accueillir un autre, ses nichons pendant sur son torse. Elle se mit à sangloter hystériquement alors que Jennifer commençait à remuer. C’était au tour de Jimmy d’intervenir.

-Vous avez loué l’hôtel entier pour un peu plus de 6.000 $ la nuit dernière, ce qui incluait la fourniture d’hommes… Expliqua Jimmy à la malheureuse Jeannette qui pleurait toutes les larmes de son corps.

Elle cherchait à se reprendre et à réfléchir à ce qui avait bien pu se passer.

Elle se rappelait vaguement qu’elles s’étaient touts 4 vêtues de façon fort provocante, qu’elles avaient dansé avec de nombreux partenaires, mais le reste restait opaque. Devon voyait son énorme confusion se peindre sur son visage, sans aucun doute la drogue ingérée avait bien opéré.

-Que voulez-vous? Balbutia Jeannette en faisant signe à Jennifer de la rejoindre sur le sofa.

Jennifer était entortillée dans le couvre lit lorsqu’elle lui demanda ce qui se passait en s’asseyant à coté d’elle.

Dès qu’elle vit les photos elle se mit à sangloter tout autant que sa sœur.

-Fermez la salopes… Leur intima Devon

-Allez me chercher vos deux sœurs, vous avez du boulot pour ce soir!

Et Jimmy ajouta :

-Ouais, il est temps de penser à régler votre facture!

Jeannette se dirigea lentement vers la porte communiquant avec la chambre adjacente et l’ouvrit.

Heather et Lisa étaient étendues en travers de leurs lits, Heather entièrement nue, et Lisa avec sa courte jupe tire-bouchonnée autour de sa taille.

Devon pénétra dans la chambre avec elle et ordonna aux deux filles de se lever.

Heather chercha à cacher ses charmes et Lisa repoussa sa jupe sur ses cuisses, mais Devon leur enjoignit de gagner rapidement l’autre chambre.

Heather cacha ses nibards d’une main et sa foufoune de l’autre, Lisa fit de même pour ses nichons. Et elles suivirent lentement Jeannette dans la chambre où Jennifer contemplait toujours ces maudites photos.

Heather et Lisa s’assirent toutes deux sur le lit et Jennifer leur tendit les photos.

-J’en ai plein d’autres si vous voulez les voir! S’esclaffa Devon hilare.

Heather le regardait furieuse alors que Lisa se mettait à pleurer avec ses deux autres sœurs.

-Pire encore! Commença Jeannette,

-Nous avons loué la totalité de l’hôtel pour un peu plus de 6.000 $ que nous ne possédons pas! Sur ce, Jeannette se remit à pleurer.

Devon lança une mallette sur le lit.

-Vous allez devoir gagner le fric pour nous payer mes salopes, mais tout d’abord, on va vous baiser, puis vous irez au turf!

Il ouvrit alors la mallette et en sortit des fringues féminines.

-Voilà escort bursa les tenues que vous porterez, mais tout d’abord on vous essaye, qui est volontaire?

Heather éclata de rire en lui répondant que ses suggestions étaient ridicules, elle lui ordonna ensuite de quitter leur chambre.

Devon pensait que sa bravoure était feinte et il sortit d’autres photos de sa poche qu’il lança sur le lit.

-C’est d’accord, on s’en va… Mais ces photos seront envoyées à vos maris et patrons! Puis il ajouta

-Allez viens Jimmy, je suppose que ces salopes savent ce qu’elles font.

Sur ces mots, ils se dirigèrent de concert vers la porte.

-Attendez! Hurla Jeannette décomposée, et elle rassembla ses sœurs autour d’elle.

Elle argumenta qu’il ne s’agissait que d’une nuit et que celà effacerait tout, et que personne ne le saurait.

Heather s’obstinait à refuser, Jeannette lui tendit 2 photos d’elle. Elle baissa la tête et la hocha affirmativement, Lisa et Jennifer donnèrent aussi leur accord.

-C’est d’accord nous ferons ce que vous voudrez… Concéda Jeannette.

-C’est bon, mais pour l’instant je veux savoir qui se porte volontaire pour se faire baiser… Rétorqua Devon

-Et puis après tout je te veux toi! Et il pointa son doigt sur Jeannette.

-Je prendrai la petite… Ajouta Jimmy désignant Heather

-En outre elle est déjà à poil!

Les mâchoires d’Heather et Lisa leur en tombèrent alors qu’Heather s’informait de l’endroit où il voulait la posséder.

Devon désigna du doigt le lit et lui intima d’enlever sa robe de chambre.

-Beaux tétons! Commenta Devon alors que la robe de chambre de Jeannette chutait au sol, elle s’empourpra sous les regards concupiscents des deux hommes.

-Et maintenant vous deux à genoux et penchez-vous sur le lit.

Jeannette et Heather s’agenouillèrent face à face de chaque coté du lit et se penchèrent en avant, leurs miches reposant sur les draps.

Jeannette tremblait de peur alors qu’Heather se mordait les lèvres d’appréhension.

-Quant à vous deux à poil et agenouillez-vous à leurs cotés, on ne veut pas les engrosser aussi giclera-t-on dans vos bouches!

Lisa commença à pleurnicher alors que sa jupe tombait au sol, Devon lui prit les bras et la disposa à genoux à coté de Jeannette.

Bien que choquée Jennifer imita Lisa et se posta à coté d’Heather sans dire un mot.

Jeannette regardait Jimmy baisser la fermeture éclair de sa braguette et sortit une mentule d’au moins 23 centimètres de long.

Heather quant à elle avala sa salive en voyant la taille de la bite de Devon qui pointait sur le cul nu de Jeannette.

Elle supposa qu’elle faisait 30 bons centimètres de long pour un diamètre de 8 centimètres. Heather ne parvenait pas à détourner les yeux de ce monstrueux épieux et de l’énorme gland disparaissant petit à petit dans la foufoune de Jeannette.

Jeannette gigota des hanches en cherchant à se relaxer, sa fente était sèche comme le désert de Gobi et Devon luttait pour introduire son massif engin entre les lèvres de sa chatoune rétive.

Jeannette fermait étroitement les yeux, grognant et couinant alors que la massive tête de noeud disparaissait dans sa caverne distendue, Devon donnait de puissants coups de boutoir enfouissant sa bite dans les tréfonds de sa chagatte endolorie.

Ses burnes vinrent frapper contre les lèvres de sa cramouille alors qu’il commentait :

-Elle aura besoin d’être élargie!

Devon se mit à coulisser dans sa chatoune douloureuse, Jeannette ouvrit les yeux pour voir Heather baisée sans merci par Jimmy.

Mais à sa grande surprise Jeannette ne grognait pas, elle gémissait en se pourléchant les babines, yeux à demi-fermés, semblant se réjouir d’être abusée.

Ma salope est trempée de mouille… Commenta Jimmy pour Devon alors qu’ils continuaient tous deux à baiser les deux sœurs disposées face à face.

Jennifer avait les yeux rivés au sol, cherchant une façon de se tirer de cette galère tandis que Lisa continuait à sangloter à la vue de la monstrueuse bite de Devon coulissant dans la moule de sa sœur.

Lisa braqua ses yeux sur Heather juste à temps pour la voir mordre ses lèvres alors que des gémissements de jouissance trahissaient son orgasme.

Jeannette le vit aussi et luttait pour comprendre comment sa sœur pouvait avoir du plaisir à se faire violer.

C’est alors que Jimmy extirpa sa bite de la chatoune d’Heather et empoigna la tête de Jennifer pour la lui fourrer couverte des secrétions intimes de sa sœur en pleine bouche s’enfouissant profondément dans son arrière-gorge.

Avant même qu’elle puisse réagir elle sentit le premier jet de foutre lui tapisser l’arrière-gorge. Jennifer toussa, s’étrangla essayant de reculer la tête, mais en vain, Jimmy lui tenait fermement la tête contre son pubis et coulissait lentement dans sa bouche le temps qu’il tarisse ses burnes.

Heather était restée agenouillée, les yeux fermés jouissant des dernières secousses de l’orgasme qui venait de la terrasser brutalement.

Alors que JImmy essuyait sa bite dans la chevelure de Jennifer il tapota la croupe d’Heather la félicitant d’être un si bon coup.

Jimmy ordonna alors aux deux sœurs de s’asseoir sur le lit, mais ne les autorisa pas à se rhabiller.

Early Days of Summer Ch. 03

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Chapter 1

The weather had finally broken and had taken on a somewhat different aspect, more in keeping with the early summer. Whilst it remained quite warm, the temperatures had tumbled down to around 18-20 degrees, and a noticeable wind had stirred the air.

It had been some weeks ago that Matt had last been around – the last encounter had left both Laura and I stunned, having never previously strayed from our completely strict and safe marriage. On that particular Saturday morning – the one that found me catching Matt going down on Laura – our session had stretched into early afternoon as Matt had fucked Laura once more before leaving. I was astounded not only by his prowess but also by his youthful virility. He had fucked Laura for almost two hours non-stop, bringing her to at least two further orgasms whilst I watched again, jerking my rigid cock for all I was worth.

Incidentally, the kitchen guy didn’t show at all, unless we had been too busy with Matt to hear him knocking the door!!

We had discussed the events of the day that evening, in bed, and came to the conclusion that, whilst we both enjoyed Matt’s company enormously, (or Matt’s enormous company!) we should keep our distance in the future as to assure that our marriage remained happy and that no-one else would find out. I had divulged to Laura the previous incident in the garage, but had left out my involvement altogether. Although I yearned to gorge on Matt’s huge cock again I felt too ashamed to confess my out of character bi-sexuality to her, instead electing to tell her half-truths – that I had caught Matt jerking to the porno’s after our work-out. She asked a few questions about the event, but I thought I’d covered up pretty well, being put on the spot.

Anyway, weeks had passed, and I hadn’t clapped eyes on Matt since. I couldn’t say if he was avoiding us because he felt the same as we did, or that he was just a busy lad with a great social life. Either way, it seemed a lot easier not to have run into him.

My weekend was going well so far. Laura and I had gone shopping on Saturday, then called into Paul’s (my son, if you recall) for a while. Laura had arranged to take Becky, Paul’s girlfriend, out on Sunday to look for bedding and curtains for their spare room. No big deal to me as I was due on the golf course with Clive anyway. Our day finished at home with a few glasses of wine followed by a long, hard fuck on the downstairs sofa – something that had become something of a habit over the last few weeks, for some reason.

Sunday morning arrived and Laura was showered and dressed, looking a bit too stunning for a simple day out shopping, but I suppose she was just making an effort to impress Becky, as she did. We were both in the kitchen, me sipping at my coffee whilst she unloaded the dishwasher when the phone rang. Laura skipped into the living room to answer the call, returning several minutes later with the news.

“Clive can’t make it today, he’s caught chicken-pox!” she laughed.

I grinned back at her, wondering how the fuck he’d got to his age without having it before.

“So I take it that golf is off then” I mused

“Expect so” she replied “fancy coming out with us?”

“Er, no!” I answered dryly, adding “but I may call over to Paul’s at lunch-time, help him out with the wall-paper stripping – let him know”

“No problem” she said as she continued to empty the dishwasher, before kissing my cheek and setting off to meet Becky.

Chapter 2

With Laura gone I showered and dressed, deciding that I wouldn’t go around to Paul’s after all, I could do with a chill out day. I would start by lifting a few weights.

Descending the stairs, I crossed the hallway to the front door to collect the post off the mat and caught sight of Matt walking up the road and past our window to his house. He was with some other guy, about the same age as him, but I didn’t really pay much attention to him. My heart skipped a beat and my eyes briefly dropping down to Matt’s groin, then quickly back to his face before he noticed. As he passed by he peered in through my window, saw me looking back, and gave me a cheery wave and a flash of his fantastic smile. Fucking hell, how on earth could I stop my obsession with this kid and his huge cock?

I waved back, threw the letters onto the table in the hallway then hurried into the garage-come-gym to start my workout. Commencing my session, all I could think about was Matt. I couldn’t help myself from fantasising about him, despite my strenuous efforts, and my cock strained at my shorts with desire.

Suddenly there was a rap at my front door. I put down the dumbbells I was currently using, and crossed the hallway again to answer my visitor’s call.

“Hi James”

It was Matt plus one.

“I wondered if we could use your equipment,” he enquired politely, “you did say a few weeks ago that I could come around whenever you were home, to workout”

I had, too.

“Sure” I spluttered nervously, aware that I still had a bursa escort semi in my pants. I looked over to his friend who had slyly shifted his eyes to his feet, wondering if he had noticed my slight bulge.

“Oh, this is Josh” he imparted “he usually works out at the gym with our mates, but when I told him about your offer of the gym, he looked really keen, so is it ok if he joins in too?”

I looked back at Josh. He wasn’t as handsome at Matt but he was not a bad looking boy. He had sandy coloured cropped hair and blue eyes, a little ginger stubble on his chin and a few freckles across the bridge of his nose. He stood at about 6ft – about the same as me, and looked to be about an average build underneath his baggy t-shirt and jeans, which were halfway down to his knees as all the kids wore them these days. Both had gym bags and a bottle of water with them so they had already assumed that I would agree.

“Sure, come on in” I replied. I was a little taken aback and not quick enough to think of a suitable excuse so just stepped aside and beckoned them in.

Matt crossed over to the garage where the door was already ajar, and stepped in.

“Already working out, eh?” he asked.

“Yep” I replied, following the boys inside.

Matt looked across to the TV and casually stated “No entertainment today then? Let’s get it sorted”

He moved over to the entertainment unit before I could refuse, and fingered through my quite extensive collection of DVD’s. Pulling one out of the line-up, he studied the case.

“This one, I think” he exclaimed, and proceeded to insert the DVD then turned the TV on. With Matt’s friend – a stranger to me – present, I felt a little uncomfortable.

“Relax James,” Matt called over to me “Josh is no stranger to porn, and we’re all guys together after all”.

His words failed to relax me.

As the film started – one of my favourites, by the way, Cockzilla vs Megatits – both of the boys started to divest their clothing.

Matt pulled off his top to once again reveal his absolutely faultless torso. His chiselled pecs, with the tuft of dark hair in the middle and his glorious six-pack churned my stomach. He whipped off his jeans, and again revealed his preference for going commando. His thick cock jiggled about as he stepped out of them, still and impressive size when flaccid. He then opened his gym bag to obtain his work-out clothes but seemed in no great hurry to get into them.

Josh was already undressed, staring at the screen as if he were a rabbit caught in headlights, not even attempting to get his clothes out of his bag. His naked form was at odds with his dressed state. Although he was not bulked up like Matt, he had a superb, athletic body. His arms and legs carried well defined muscles, his chest quite broad and well toned too with a smattering of freckles over it, and he had a good set of abs on him. His nipples were a lovely pink colour – not unlike Laura’s but obviously not the same size! He was completely devoid of hair over his body, but sported a lovely bush of gingery blonde pubes above his cock although he had shaved his low hanging balls. He too had a pretty decent sized cock, which had started to plump up with the DVD being played.

His hand dropped down to his big balls and he absent-mindedly began to scratch beneath them, somewhere around his perineum.

“Look guys, I’m going to let you carry on” I said, taking a step towards the door.

“No.” Matt replied, “You have already started your work-out, so you may as well finish”

“Well I can’t do much with you two using the equipment, so I’ll let you get on.” I tried to sound confident but managed to sound unsure of myself. He caught me eyeing up his manhood so I quickly looked away. It wasn’t that I was afraid to look at him anymore, but his mate was with him – I didn’t know how Josh would react to my leering at Matt.

“I insist – you carry on, me and Josh can wait” he said, and swiftly but gently shoved me over to the multi-gym seat, then back to close the garage door.

As I took up the handles of the multi-gym weights, Matt and Josh turned to the screen. Pretty soon the two young men were egging on the huge cocked porn actor, yelling at him to ram his monster 12 inch dick onto the Latina slut’s tight arse!

Both were sporting raging hard-ons by now, and had started to yank on them excitedly. Watching the boy’s tight arses clench as they rocked their hips forward soon had my own cock stirring and standing to attention. Matt spat loudly onto his cock to provide sufficient lubrication for his jerking motion.

“I wish that was me.” Josh leaned across to whisper to Matt. “I’ve not been blown for days, look at this.” he motioned down to his groin, still out of sight of me.

Matt looked down to Josh’s dick. “Nor me” he replied looking back up to Josh “but I think I can remedy that”.

Oh fuck, Matt is going to suck his mate off, I thought with a rush of excitement. My face obviously betrayed my thoughts as Matt turned around bursa escort bayan to face me. His gorgeous cock came into view. It was every bit as beautiful as I remembered, nine inches of rock, as thick as my wrist and naturally ribbed from the huge blue veins running all over it. His ball-sac looked like it stored a couple of tennis balls, completely hairless from a recent shave, with a nice crop of dark brown pubes neatly trimmed above the colossal stalk. And then there were that tempting trail leading to his belly button. His fist was tightly wrapped around his beefy cock; forcing the blood through his entire 9 inches and making the thick veins stand out impressively.

“Josh needs a blow job James” he said matter-of-factly. “Get around here Josh”

Josh turned around to face me too, his hard dick also in his hand. Jeez, he was another blessed fucker! His cock was a fraction smaller and not as thick as Matt’s – I likened it to a tube from a kitchen roll – but it was truly beautiful. His foreskin was pulled back to reveal a mushroom-shaped head of a deep red colour, the entire shaft long and smooth apart from the column running from his balls up to its head, and it seemed to curve slightly upwards.

My brain blew a warning fuse as my heart pounded in my chest. Nevertheless I reached down to my cock, once again massaging it through my shorts, as I had done after catching Matt with Laura, waiting for Matt to sink to his knees in front of Josh.

Josh had a huge grin and walked over to me.

“No way, boys” I spluttered, realising what they intended. “Laura could be back at any time”.

“Great!!!” said Matt, laughing “I don’t think she’d object.” I quickly considered his meaning – would she give them a blow job, or not mind that I was? This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Josh inched closer to my face, his fat, luscious cock tantalisingly close to my mouth as I sat on the seat of the multi-gym. What if she DID walk in right in the middle of me blowing some fat cocked kid? Matt continued to jerk his gigantic cock whilst I anxiously wondered what I should do…. if she caught me I’d be a dead man; either that or she’d be fucked stupid….

First looking at Matt then to Josh’s waiting, pre-cum dripping cock, I took the plunge.

I slipped my arm behind Josh’s slim waist and pulled him closer, enjoying the feel of his warm, tender skin as I eased my tongue out of my mouth. As my tongue made contact with the tip Josh’s bulbous, upturned cock he took a sharp intake of breath. His full young balls jockeyed for position in his sac, each fat globe churning around down there. I slowly extended my tongue to take in the taste of him and as I did a strand of pre-cum stretched away from the tip, lengthening and thinning until it snapped, slopping onto my lips. I savoured his sweet flavour, licking my lips to drag the rest of his juice into my mouth. My tongue re-emerged and I licked across his tender, flared helmet and around the ridge before plunging my mouth onto him. As I mentioned, he was smaller than Matt, but my mouth still strained to get his girth inside. He stood stock still, but whimpered in sweet agony as I began to move my head from side to side, his mushroom cock stroking the inside of my cheeks.

Matt slowly moved closer towards us as he continued to slide his hand up and down his fat member, until he was directly next to us. His next move completely shocked me.

He swapped his right hand that had been sliding up and down his magnificent rod with his left, and leaned across to Josh’s rampant dick, encircling it with his big meaty hand. Slowly – and with my mouth still covering the knob – he started to jerk Josh’s cock at the same time.

The reason for my shock was that I had given no thought to Matt being bi-sexual; I had assumed that he had felt pressured into getting a blow job from me, he had shown no interest in returning the favour, and he had positively LOVED licking and fucking my wife.

He then leaned further, parted his full lips, and latched onto Josh’s mouth, sliding his tongue in assuredly.

This was getting better by the minute.

They parted after a few moments, and Josh looked down to me. Initially he had been completely still, but he started to gently push his stiff cock into my mouth, moaning quietly. I moved my hand towards his arse-hole, but he reached back to push it away, he obviously wasn’t into the same things as Matt.

After a few more minutes of jerking Josh’s smooth cock Matt released him and dropped to his knees in front of me, still wanking his own swollen dick. He placed his now free hand upon my knee, and slowly inched it up my thigh, toward my stretched shorts. Across the material his hand went, squeezing the outline of my bulging prick as he moved towards the waistband.

“Stand up please, James” he directed. Holy fuck, was he going to suck me off?

Josh took a step back, his cock withdrawing from my stretched jaw with a clear popping sound, and bounced in front of me.

I stood up, bringing escort bursa my bulge directly into line with Matt’s inviting mouth then he grasped the waistband and eased them down. My rigid manhood flicked out from the shorts, throwing a small blob of pre-cum up onto my vest and I then stepped out from the shorts at my feet. At the same time, Josh had grabbed the bottom of my vest, and tugged it over my head. I was as naked as the two young studs, all three of us throbbing and aching with the same male urgency.

Expecting Matt’s mouth to lock onto my dick, I grabbed hold of it intending to present it to him. Instead, he held my hips and turned me around in silence as Josh pushed by shoulders down towards the seat of the bench. As I leaned over the bench, Matt slipped his tongue into the crack of my arse and centred on my puckered virgin hole.

Although I had frequently used my fingers on Laura’s arse – I loved the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy whilst I massaged the tip through the thin sheaf of skin between her pussy and arse – and I had jammed my finger into Matt’s arse to massage his prostate, I had never had anything inside my own hole. Laura did occasionally tickle it as I fucked her, and I enjoyed that enormously, but Matt’s tongue took it to a whole new level.

His tongue danced around my tight sphincter, sending waves of pleasure through me and shrinking my ball sac. I groaned passionately, and pushed back against him, willing him to push his tongue in but not summoning the courage to ask. My arse twitched with each flick of his erect tongue, God I could appreciate Laura’s ecstasy during Matt’s licking of her clit – this young guy’s tongue was astoundingly dexterous. Matt had soaked the entrance to my virginal tunnel with his saliva so as I felt it trickle towards my balls.

Without warning, Matt pulled away from my arse, and turned me 45 degrees, then positioned himself in front of my mouth. During this swift movement, Josh had kept his hand on the back of my head to keep me bent over. As soon as I was in position, he released his hand, and bent down himself, to study my arse. Once again I felt a probing tongue rimming my arse and returning me to my blissful state.

Matt had stood up and was waving that veiny snake in front of me.

“I know what you want to do, Bitch, so open wide” he said, slapping his cock forcefully onto my cheek.

I was only too willing to obey and dutifully opened wide. He pressed his rock hard cock into my hot, waiting mouth, sighing as he stretched my lips to the max, sliding it in further to get the complete helmet inside. He withdrew immediately, and then shove his know back in, loving the sensitivity of is glans plopping in and out of my mouth. Every now and then he would take it out fully, and slap me around the face a couple of times.

“Fuck me” I moaned quietly, as Josh’s tongue finally pushed into my tender hole and Matt’s cock was again slapping my cheeks.

“Don’t mind if I do” came the response from Josh as he pulled his tongue out from my hole and stood. It was the first time that he had spoken until now, and what a shocker it had been!

“Whoa” I quickly responded. Whilst I was loving his tongue in my arse, a cock as big as these lads’ bore was completely out of the question. Besides that, I was more than happy to suck their cocks, but that was far enough.

When I tried to stand up straight Matt immediately forced me back down with his huge arms and Josh pushed down onto my hips with his own. Matt was way more than enough to hold me, without Josh aiding and abetting too.

Knowing I was in no position to defend myself, I pathetically threw myself onto their mercy.

“Please Matt, please don’t” I begged, “I don’t mind sucking you, but that’s it”

“Shut the FUCK UP with your whinging for fuck’s sake, you fucking cock slut” Matt spat back. “Did you ask me – that first time – if I wanted you to suck me off? Did you fuck! Your blackmailing fucking arse is getting it! Just be grateful Josh is first in.”

Now I felt bad. Guilt wracked me, but I was fearful that they were going to tear my arse to pieces.

“Now open you fucking mouth for me” Matt demanded, before ramming a solid six inches down to the back of my throat in one clean movement. I gagged on his cock, which produced a stream of saliva from my mouth that drizzled down his hugely bloated dick before splattering on to the floor.

Behind me, I could feel Josh’s long smooth dick rubbing up and down my crack, Josh dribbling his saliva from his mouth and onto his cock to get it as slippery as he could.

“Now listen, James,” Matt said as he started to slide back and forth in my mouth “This is going to be a lot worse for you if you don’t start to relax. When he shoves that big cock of his in, don’t fight it, or it’s going to be more painful. He knows how to fuck an arse, so he will start gently at first.”

He nodded at Josh then pushed his cock in to my mouth again.

I felt Josh’s huge mushroom head prodding at my hole, and fearful of being hurt, I tried as hard as I could to relax. Slowly he sank his helmet into the tight confines of my arse. It hurt like fucking hell as my ring muscle clamped, involuntarily trying to shut tight.

A Day to Remember

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The alarm wet off with a buzz 6:30 AM Monday April 11th. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got out of bed and headed to the shower. The water helped wash the sleepiness away. I went over the days schedule in my mind Steve’s on the west coast another two weeks Lisa’s was in her second year of college would be leaving about the same time I would.

As I was washing my hair I reminded myself I have a 10:30 Doctors appointment for my yearly Gyno exam, I’d better check and see if I need to shave again. I felt my pubic area and yes I did indeed need to shave. I lathered up and got my razor and holding my labia away I shaved away all the stubble on both sides of my vagina, now for the pubic mound I keep a small stripe that points to my sweet vagina. As I washed away the lather I felt a familiar tingle and paused, for a moment. I slipped two fingers deep into my wet folds. I circled my fingers around feeling the wetness of my pussy and how tight I felt. I started sliding my fingers in and out of my drenched pussy and started rubbing my clit to perk it up. …Ohh…god… I could cum in a minute and get relief but thought better of it since I would be seeing the Doctor in a little while.

I arrived at the Doctors office a few minutes early and checked in. The typical questions were asked about insurance, no changes. That is when the nurse told me Dr. Roberts wasn’t in he had an emergency at the Hospital and that Dr. Nelson his new partner in the group would see me. I said find that it’s just my yearly visit. A few minutes passed and I was called back to an exam room. The nurse gave me a gown and said you know the routine as she left I stared taking my clothes off as I got to my panties I noticed a slight wet spot and felt myself flush and thought “Great the Dr. well see I’m wet and aroused, maybe I should of masturbated in the shower and this wouldn’t be happening now!” I finished putting the gown on and sat down.

A minute or two passed and a soft nock on the door and who I thought was another nurse introduced herself as Dr. Cindy Nelson. She was beautiful, long black hair dark eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. We went over bursa escort my history and confirmed everything. Dr. Nelson asked me to get up on the exam table, she opened the front of the gown and listened to my heart and breathing, I could feel my nipples hardening, I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. She put down her stethoscope and asked if I have been doing my self breast exams at home. I told her “Yes every week or so.” “That’s very good” she said. She then picked up my right hand and placed it over my head and started to squeeze my right breast herself feeling for any lumps, satisfied she did the same with the left breast and when she got to my nipple and gave it a gentle squeeze and tug, I let out a soft moan. She asked if it hurt, I told her not really just the opposite. She gave me a small smile and said it was ok.

Her hands continued to feel down my abdomen. She opened the gown more as she went. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was, this never happened before. She told me to slide down to the end of the table and put my feet in the stirrups. She help guide my feet to them. I felt myself leaking and knew the Dr. was going to see also. The Dr. turned to put on her exam gloves so I quickly wiped the wetness with my gown trying to clean up as much as possible.

She turned back and brought the gown open while spreading my legs wider I felt more fluid run from my vagina. Again that small smile and then she said “Lets have a look here now.” as she felt my labia and clit hood I again let a soft moan out. She asked me if I was enjoying the exam because by the looks I was. I apologized and told her that this has never happened before. She told me to relax you wouldn’t believe how many women get aroused during the exams and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She than told me not to worry if I felt an orgasm coming just let it happen that way it will be over quicker.

If you fight it, it makes it worse well more intense really she said. I told her ok. She pulled back my clitoral hood and rubbed it for a few seconds, I almost lost it there but she was done. Next she parts my wet lips and slid her finger up one side and then bursa escort bayan the other. I actually lifted my hips to meet her finger. Using her left hand she spread and held my lips apart and inserted her right index finger into my vagina and felt around. I couldn’t stop lifting my hips to meet her finger I was on the edge of an orgasm. She added her middle finger and pushed deep to feel my G-spot as she gave it a rub or two I grunted lifted my hips again and had the wonderful orgasm in a while. She with drew her fingers and said she give me a minute before she continued, she still needed to do a pap smear I was able to stay calm through rest of the exam and everything was completed.

The drive home I went over what had just happened and couldn’t get it out of my mind. I was still horny as ever and needed to get some release. I put my hand up my skirt and felt myself through my panties and they were soaked. I pulled in my drive and got into the house as quick as possible. I made my way to my bedroom and stripped my clothes off as fast as I could. I dug out my toys a vibrator and a jelly dildo my two favorites and got on my bed. I was reliving what had just taken place not 30 minutes ago.

I was squeezing my breast and playing with my nipples and getting more and more aroused. I turned my vibrator on low and touched it to my nipple it tingled and got rock hard. My free hand went to my pussy which was dripping and wanting some attention. I found my jelly friend and teased my entrance with it getting it nice and slick. I slowly pushed the head in and enjoyed the feeling I did this a few more time and slowly fed more and more in until I had the full length slipping in and out with ease. I could feel an orgasm building deep within and wanted to bring it out. I brought the vibrator down to my clit and teased it. I was slamming the dildo in and out of my pussy as fast as I could.

The sloshing sound I was making was a fantastic turn on with the added buzz of the vibrator I was in heaven. I took the dildo out and looked at how wet it was and brought it to my mouth and tasted myself it was so sweet and tasty I sucked it clean and escort bursa repeated this many times. I was on the brink of a fantastic orgasm as was moaning loudly and then it hit me like a blast I saw stars. At the same time I heard my daughter say “Oh God!……. Mom you’re masturbating!” I couldn’t stop even with her watching all I said was “I know ….Oh god …I’m cumming… Oh God…Oh God…I’m sorry…

After about fifteen minutes I composed myself, put a robe on and went to Lisa’s room to discuss what just happened. I explained what happened with my exam. She tried to apologize to me and told me her afternoon classes got canceled due to an electrical problem and there was no power in the building she was in.

She told me she knows that I masturbate a lot since dad is gone so much. She has heard me at night and than confessed that listening had made her excited and masturbated too, while listening a few times. She said she even borrowed a vibrator of two while we were away and has since bought a couple of her own, but nothing as big as what I used today. She asked if it being bigger really does make a difference. I told her she should try it sometime. She gave me a shy smile and nod.

I asked her if she wanted to use it now. She said she didn’t know if she could with me knowing what she was doing. I said “You caught me using it how do you think I felt? Well anyway here it is for you if you decide.” She blushed taking it from me and placed it in her bedside table.

Later that night while in bed running the day’s excitement trough my head, I felt myself lubricating and slid my hand down to my pussy and felt my swollen lips. Yes I was leaking. I spread my juices around my lips and clit. Just rubbing not really intent on bringing myself off or so I thought. My nipples ached for some attention, my other hand went to them alternating between them. Pinching and tugging them into hard points.

My hand was moving faster and faster over my clit and pussy drawing more sweet nectar from within me. It was running down over my ass and pooling between my butt checks making a wet spot on the bed. It wasn’t going to take long for this cum, I knew that my whole body tingled. Just as I was about to have my orgasm I got the image of Lisa’s face seeing me with my dildo buried to the hilt in my sopping cunt…

Ohh…God…Ohh…God…..I’m cumming again!!!

Double Take

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So, it was Saturday night. I sat alone in a hotel room with a short bottle of Jameson’s, already half empty. A hookup app running on my tablet showed a matrix of local guys as it sat beside my laptop. I half worked on a writing project, half checked the prospects that shuffled on and off the grid displayed on my tablet as the hour grew late.

I’d spent the day at a re-enactment. My Civil War-era costume hung in the closet waiting for use tomorrow. Instead of staying in the campground, though, I’d driven into town for a more modern, more comfortable night’s sleep.

And better prospects for company.

Or so I’d thought. Only flakes and picture-collectors with no follow-through responded. I’m getting too old, I guess. I’d had a couple of responses to an ad I’d posted earlier, but those had also failed to materialize. The hour had passed eleven. I should really get some sleep.

A new email appeared on my laptop: “you have a new message—reply to your ad…”

I clicked it. A brief message opened with a picture attached of a dark-skinned round face with frizzy hair. He had a nice smile.

The text of the message was short and to the point. “Still looking? I could come over now.”

I clicked reply. “Yes, still looking.” I attached a rather more revealing photo than I’d used in my ad. His response came quickly.

“Hot. Where are you?”

I sent him the hotel’s address and room number.

“OK. Take me about a half hour to get there. That OK?”

“Yes.” I hit send, then noticed the time. Nearing midnight.

I fired up another email. “I’ll have to let you in the hotel. They’ll have the lobby locked for the night by then. Message me when you’re almost here and I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”

***

His reply that he was near was more like forty-five minutes later, rather than thirty. I grabbed my laptop and took a seat on a sofa in the lobby facing the door. The night clerk was a middle-aged man of South Asian descent. Probably a few years younger than me. We exchanged a greeting, but once it was clear that I wasn’t making either a request or a complaint, he left me alone.

A few minutes passed, and then my internet hookup appeared bursa yabancı escort at the door. I got up to let him in before the clerk made it around the desk. He raised eyebrows briefly as I shook hands with the guy, but made no comment as he resumed his station.

My date was tall and a little heavyset, but not flabby. His hair had grown out a little longer since the picture he’d sent, but was still the same style. He wore casual, comfortable clothes: a sweatshirt with an OSU logo, faded jeans, and athletic shoes. I’m a terrible judge of ages, but I guessed he was about thirty-five. He gave the clerk a nervous glance, then glanced toward me. I could almost hear his thoughts. Black guy meeting a white guy almost twice his age after midnight in a hotel. What must the clerk think?

But the clerk didn’t meet his glance, and as we entered the deserted hallway to walk to my room, he relaxed. That inviting smile reappeared.

“I’m Steve,” I said. He already knew that. It was part of my email address.

He paused a second. “Art.”

Obviously a pseudonym, but no matter. “Glad to meet you, Art.” I paused a half beat before repeating his name, just to show that I knew it wasn’t his real name.

I swiped the card through the reader on the door and invited him in. I pointed to the bottle. “Want some whiskey?”

“I don’t drink.”

“Wise man.”

A few seconds passed as we stood facing each other, standing between the bed and the desk, then the smile reappeared.

***

He smelled clean, with only a slight hint of manly musk as I sucked his cock. It was a good size, not so big as to be hard to get decently into my throat, but big enough to fill me nicely. He ran his hands through my straight, finger-length brown hair as he sat in the desk chair and I knelt in front of him. I alternately sucked the tip, flicking it with my tongue, and then took his cock deep as I could into my throat, burying my nose in kinky pubic hair. He’d make a moan of pleasure when I did that, so I tried to do it often. He’d been halfway erect when he dropped his jeans and shed his boxers, but he became stiff as a poker as soon as I took his cock bursa sınırsız escort into my mouth. Youth. I remember when I could get that hard, that fast, too.

His cock had started to throb an intermittent, irregular pulse. Wouldn’t be long, but instead of taking his release he pulled himself out. He grasped me under my armpits and raised me to my feet as he stood himself. He locked his lips over mine and probed at my mouth with his tongue. I let him in and he flicked his tongue on mine. I inhaled his breath as if a drowning man who’d just reached the water’s surface.

He let me go for a second, then dove in again. The next time he released me, I said, “You want to—”

“Yes.” He was already tearing open a condom.

I crawled onto the bed, but Art grabbed my ankle and pulled me back. He bent me over the edge with a hand on the small of my back, pushing me down on the sheet, my feet on the floor. I heard the snap of the lube bottle’s cap, and a second later the cool slippery wetness spread over my hole. He slid a finger inside.

I gasped as he rubbed my prostate.

He pulled out his finger and gave me a light slap on the butt. Not hard enough to hurt, but a bit of a surprise.

I gasped again. “Ah! Wow.”

He slid his cock along my ass-crack up and then back down. He prodded my balls with the tip of his cock. He slid his cock over my hole again, pausing at the pucker, then withdrawing.

I moaned. “Do you want to…?

“Want to what?”

He was going to make me ask for it. Hot. “Fuck me. I want that hot hard cock thrusting in my ass. I want you to explode inside me.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Ugh. Daddy.

I thought he’d just ram it home, but instead he guided the tip to my hole and slowly pushed it inside. I gave sigh. “Oh yes, that’s good.”

He gave a few slow strokes, then gradually increased the rate as I moaned my pleasure. Soon he was pounding my ass hard and fast. So fast the bed was shaking with each thrust and I feared the guests in the next room would complain.

Then he gave a loud grunt and pressed his hips hard against my ass. He gave another couple of thrusts, then pulled out görükle escort and blew out a long breath. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he said.

***

We cuddled together afterwards. Art laid his head on the pillows with his arm around me, my head resting on his chest. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, the musky man-scent intensified, intoxicating.

I stoked his side, from his ribcage down to his buttocks. “Thanks. That was really good.”

“You’re welcome.”

I stroked him again, with just a little bit of fingernail. He shivered, and his cock twitched. It was half erect again. I reached down and stroked it with a finger, and it grew a little more. He sighed as I grasped his manhood and gave it some gentle pumps.

I pulled myself up on my knees beside him and bent to take him into my mouth. Long, slow sweeps with my lips and soft tongue action encouraged his response. He squirmed and sighed louder. “Yeah, that’s nice.”

It took him a little longer, but soon he was just as hard as before. He put on another condom as I lay on my belly, and I stuffed a couple of pillows under my hips. My gasp of pleasure as he entered me was heart-felt.

His lovemaking was slow and tender this time, rather than urgent and new like it was before. It lasted a delicious, long, sweet time and when he finally climaxed, his body trembled with each spasm as he filled the rubber.

He lowered himself flat on top of me, his body heavy on mine, his breath panting loud in my ear, the musk of our mingled sweat thick in the air. After a moment he heaved a sigh and rolled off me. He pulled off the condom and dropped it into the waste can by the night stand.

“Thanks. You were great, but I have to be going.” He slid off the bed and reached for his boxers.

I watched him dress in silence. As he pulled the sweatshirt over his head I rolled out of bed and embraced him. “You were wonderful,” I said. “Twice.” He kissed me, a light peck. No tongue.

“I’ll be back in town next weekend too,” I said. “Maybe we can get together again?”

Art nodded. “Maybe. Send me an email.”

The door shut behind him, and I threw the deadbolt closed. And that’s it.

He’d missed the waste can with the first condom. I picked it up and threw it away. I washed hands. Back in the bedroom, I considered the disheveled sheets lying tangled over the bed, and I shrugged. I’d send him a message next week, but this was probably a one-off meeting. Still, don’t often get to experience the second coming.

Horizons Ch. 06: Simmering Inferno Pt. 01

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Another installment of Jody and Ellie.

Please read Slow Burn, Stolen Moments, Smoldering Fire then parts 1 and 2 of Smoke Effects then Finding Ellie (in that order) to catch up with their story.

I decided to publish this in 2 parts, mainly because I’m not done writing it and I know people are waiting to find out what happens ( as am I ). think of this as slow burn 2. Follow me so you’ll be notified when I publish.

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I’m working on the last piece of their story so please comment.

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The mud squished beneath my boots as I took in the vista before me. Spring had sprung and the trees in the distance were more green than bare now. I had made it through Winter. The holidays were brutal, but somehow I had made it through, alone. Today was the first day I had allowed myself to venture into the woods since the day I almost didn’t come out alive. So far, I was doing better with it than I thought I would. I sat down on a mostly dry rock and let the sun warm me and the sounds around me fill me up. I sighed deeply. I had missed this more than I realized.

The Spring race series was ramping up and Jessie and Timmy had both made me promise to go to half the races. I figured if I could make it through my first hike in more than half a year, maybe I could face whomever I might see at a race. The kids and I had settled into a good routine and life within our new normal was going forward. Work was work, Jessie and her classmates had serious cases of ‘senioritis’ beginning and the next couple months until graduation would be interesting. I was putting on my best ‘I’m doing fine’ face most of the time.

My time at home alone was quiet. I watched movies, read books and I had recently started taking a few college classes online to work on a second master’s degree. It helped fill up some of my time, was enough of a distraction to help me get through the long days and nights. I got up and made my way down the trail. I hadn’t told the kids I was doing this; I didn’t want them worried. Now I could tell them I made it up and down fine.

It was their weekend home and except for Timmy having practice we had no real plans, that I knew of anyways. They had both been asleep when I left and as I walked in, I could hear them talking in the kitchen.

“Hey Mom.” Jessie said as I walked into the kitchen. Her face fell a little when she noticed my previously abandoned hiking boots in my hands.

“Jes, it’s okay. I went up and I came down. I needed to do this. It’s been long enough.”

She took a deep breath and came over and gave me a hug. I still hated she felt she had to take care of me ever, but I was grateful for the hug. I got so few of them anymore.

“So, Mom, tomorrow 2pm the Sawyer’s house. We’re bringing a dessert.” Timmy was talking but I had no idea what he meant.

“Huh?”

“The season kick off party. I told you weeks ago. Didn’t I? Crap, did I? I thought I did. Dad’s gone all weekend, so I need you to bring me. And you gotta stay. All the families are.”

Fuck

Jessie looked at me like I might break right in front of her. I wasn’t okay with that.

“Yeah buddy, I remember now. Yep I’ll make some cookies.” I had no idea if he had told me, maybe he had, and I simply tuned it out.

Timmy had no idea what Jody and I once were. He just knew his best friend’s mom and his mom weren’t best friends anymore. He never asked me what happened, I wasn’t sure if Jessie made up a story for him or if Madi had said something to him. I didn’t think I wanted to know. Neither Timmy nor Jessie ever spoke of Jody anymore.

“Sweet. Okay Joe is picking me up like 5 minutes I need to get my gear ready. I’ll be home in a few hours.” And off he went.

“Do you want me to bring him Mom?”

“No Jes, like you said months ago, I have to get back in the world. I’ll be fine. Wanna come to the store with me to get the stuff to make the cookies?” She agreed and off we went. It was nice to spend the time with her. We made the cookies and Timmy came home and she left to be with her friends. I spent the night writing a paper for one of my classes and was in bed early. I was always in bed early now.

***

I could feel her heat reach me, her scent filled my nostrils. We were both naked. She was on my lap, her knees on either side of me. She offered me her breasts. My mouth took in her nipple, I held it with my teeth, used my tongue to tease the tip. Her back arched as my fingers trailed down her spine. My tongue continued to tease her nipples.

She slowly began rocking her hips, shifted so her wet pussy was rubbing along my thigh. The slickness was growing on my skin. My tongue was darting from nipple to nipple, leaving it’s own wet traces. I buried my face in the valley between her breasts, my hands on her ass, rocking with her hips. I moved my hands to her hips. She was still gliding along my thigh, putting more downward pressure into it with every sway.

I laid flat, lifted and bent the bursa escort leg she wasn’t on, exposing my throbbing clit to her. She inched her way towards my middle, her grinding becoming more frantic. Our juices began to mix as she held on to my bent knee and ground her clit into mine. Every few passes sent shock waves through my body as our clits collided.

She leaned down. Kissed my nipples, then me. Whispered, “I love you. Forever and always.” Then faded away.

I woke in a cold sweat. I checked my watch, 3am. I hadn’t had a dream about her in weeks. In the beginning I had them every night but in the months since, they had dwindled down significantly. I could almost taste her on my lips after that dream. I took my blanket into my arms and willed myself back to sleep. The pit in my stomach that had reopened with that dream wouldn’t go away.

I managed a few more restless hours before giving up and going upstairs for coffee. I filled the morning with laundry and cleaning and before long Timmy was telling me he loaded his bike on the rack and it was almost time to leave. I didn’t even know who would be there, but my anxiety level was rising with every mile as we drove across town.

We were greeted by Kat as we walked in through the garage. I brought the cookies in to the kitchen and got a few hugs from the various team moms I knew. I hadn’t seen most of them in many months. I looked around and saw most of the kids on the team, including Madi. Kat offered me an adult drink, I opted for a water. I hadn’t had anything to drink since the night that tore my life apart.

I awkwardly stood around the kitchen, listening to the kids and moms and their conversations. It seemed the dads and coaches were all out on the deck. I started to relax and stepped up into the conversations. Everyone was asking what I had been up to since last time they saw me. I knew they really meant since my marriage went up in flames, but I didn’t call them out on that.

I was telling them all about work and how I was back in school part time. That life was moving on when I heard her voice. She was walking in through the garage, talking to someone. I froze for a second, shifted myself so I was semi hidden by Kat and the other moms. I could feel her before I could see her.

She was carrying cupcakes when she came into my view. Her hair was longer, it had been shorter last time I had seen her in the Fall. She hadn’t spotted me yet. I didn’t want her to. There was no where for me to go though. I stayed trapped between Kat and refrigerator. My heart rate jumped up and I was certain my face was flushed. I wondered briefly what these moms thought. They all knew Jody and I as best friends, or at least that we were for awhile. I was wishing I had let Jessie just bring him.

New conversations started up around me. I stayed as hidden as I could in a room full of people. I wasn’t sure if she had seen me, but I couldn’t imagine that she hadn’t. I could hear her voice cutting in every once in awhile. I was half listening to the other moms but not joining any conversations. I tried to keep her in my peripheral. To be able to move myself if and when needed. I had no desire to make any part of her life harder than I already had. I also knew I couldn’t keep letting my son down by not showing up, so I was stuck.

James came in from the deck and told everyone the grilled food would be ready in 10 minutes. Kat and a few of the other moms started moving and getting all the side dishes set up and ready. I found myself exposed in the kitchen as the crowd around me thinned out. There was no hiding now. We locked eyes for a brief moment then Jody turned and went to help get the food set up. No part of me was capable of being that close to her so I didn’t go help.

Maybe we would be able to just orbit around each other and pretend. Maybe.

I needed to compose myself and made my way to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and went back out into the fray of people. I positioned myself off to the side. I was here but I wasn’t really a part of the activities.

“Did you get food Ellie?”

I turned towards the voice and saw Joyce, one of the kid’s mom.

“Um, no I was waiting till the line died down.”

“You may wanna get some before the kids all decide they need seconds and there’s nothing left.”

I gave her a little laugh and shook my head yes. I didn’t have much of an appetite, hadn’t really in months but especially today. I’m not much of a potluck person but I knew all these people and had no reason to not trust their food. I joined the end of the line and put a little food on a plate then made my way into the perimeter of the room, almost in the living room.

Everyone ate and laughed and talked. Desserts went around and I had managed to stay out of the way, barely seen by anyone. Kat announced it was time to watch the slide show they had set up. Since I was already basically in the living room, I just shifted myself fully inside and stayed in the back while the team filled up the bursa escort bayan floor in front of the TV. The adults all took up the rest of the space in the room, I took a few steps back to give them more room. I stayed hyper focused on the television, tuning out the rest of the world.

The slide shows started, and I was enjoying seeing the pictures, some from races I hadn’t gone to. Sprinkled in were pictures of the parents at the races and other events and up popped one of Jody and I. We looked so happy. It was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared. I had to turn my head away from the TV and take a deep breath. That’s when I noticed she was standing only a few feet to my right. I was hit with an overwhelming need to leave the room.

I weaved my way out of the living room, going the long way to avoid having to move into her space. I went into the fridge and grabbed a water then made my way outside. I needed air. I needed to not be there. I went out and sat down at the end of the driveway where they had two Adirondack chairs. I could feel my chest getting tighter and I tried to will myself to not have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

I was taking deep breaths to calm my body when I heard footsteps. I didn’t turn my head, I figured it was likely Kat. She was the overbearing but super protective type of person. I got my breathing regulated as I saw a figure sit in the empty chair next to me.

“You don’t have to always hide or run away from me, Ellie.” Her voice sliced through me.

What was she saying? Yes, I did have to. I moved to get up.

“Ellie don’t. Look at me. Let me talk.”

I couldn’t look at her. I kept getting up and walked back inside. I heard her follow me inside, but I went right to where Timmy was with his friends.

“Mom, there you are. We are gonna go ride okay?”

Crap. I didn’t want to be here any longer. “Think someone can bring you home? I have schoolwork I should get done.”

Just as I was asking him Kat came over and said either her or James would bring Timmy home after the ride. I thanked her, she gave me a quick hug and a ‘don’t be a stranger’ and then I left for my vehicle.

I got inside and shut the door. I turned the music on and took a few deep breaths. There was a knock on my window. I turned and it was Jody. Why was she doing this. She motioned for me to roll it down. I shook my head no and put the car in drive. I pulled away slowly, left her standing there. The tears started right away.

I didn’t understand why she was doing this. I couldn’t talk to her. I couldn’t look at her without reliving everything I had done to fuck it up with her. There was never going to be a way for us to inhabit the same area. I was going to have to let my son down, again.

I got home and Jessie could tell I had been crying.

“What happened??”

“Jes, just let me be. I’m going to my room. Let me know when your brother gets home please.”

I crawl into my bed and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later. It was only 9pm. I got up and started walking to the living room when I heard Jessie talking to someone. I did not want to deal with her friends tonight.

“She’s sleeping. I think. She had been crying when she got here. What happened? You said you were just going to try to get her to talk to you. No. No. Jody it’s been months. She’s better in some ways and not in others. Not really. I know. She won’t listen to me. I don’t think you should. I don’t want to worry about her every time she goes for a walk or is home alone again.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Were they in touch all this time? I was stupid to think otherwise I was realizing. I kept walking past her room, not bothering to be quiet. I heard her door open behind me.

“Mom. Mom.”

I turned to her, “yes.” I knew she knew I had heard her. I could tell by the look in her eyes.

“Timmy texted. They were going for Froyo then he’ll be home.”

“Okay.” I had no other words tonight. I went and got myself something to eat and then looked for a Tylenol pm. I found 1. Finding pills in this house wasn’t an easy task since the day I swallowed almost a whole bottle on the trail. I just wanted to be able to go back to sleep.

***

“That’s CRAP Mom. You promised me you would go to half the races. You didn’t go last week you have to come this week.”

I had promised and I felt like shit telling him I wasn’t going. He wasn’t buying the excuse I gave him about me having schoolwork to do.

“I think it’s time you and Jody figure out how the hell to exist in the same space Mom. This is bullshit. I don’t know what the fuck happened with you two and I don’t care.” I watched as Jessie shot him a look.” No Jes, I’m done walking on eggs shells around it. I’m sick of it being why you are not there for me, Mom. You didn’t die like you wanted to that day, but you may as well have with how detached you always are.” His words hit me like a slap across the face.

I stood there, unmoving as he walked escort bursa out of the house. Joe was in the driveway, was his stand in parent as well as coach for the race.

Jessie came over, looked me in the eyes and said, “You have to forgive yourself Mom, before your guilt ruins what’s left of this family. I’m going to his race. You can come with me or you can stay here alone, and I can wonder what I’m gonna come home to. Your choice.”

I closed my eyes. Their words stung but they were not wrong. Forgiving myself was not going to happen but I had to show up for my kids better. I took an extra CBD, grabbed my purse and went outside hoping Jessie hadn’t left. She was sitting in the driver’s seat of my vehicle. I climbed in the passenger side giving her a look.

“Hey, heated seats win over my rust bucket every time.”

I smiled at her a little and settled in. It was a 2-hour drive and I was glad I didn’t have to do the driving.

I had successfully avoided being near Jody for almost the whole day. We circled around each other without incident. I was wondering if Jessie or Timmy had said something to her but honestly, I didn’t care. I was happy to watch the race. It was almost time for the podiums and Timmy had come in 3rd. I was glad I made it to this race to see him get his medal. Everyone was over watching the rest of the age groups get their medals, I was waiting until it was time for Timmy.

I heard a voice behind me, “El. Please don’t leave. Please. You don’t even need to turn around, just let me talk for a second. Please.”

I was frozen in place. My only exit was behind me and I couldn’t turn to face her never mind walk by her.

“I hate what happened. I wake up every day and wish I could go back in time and see you were spiraling down. I missed the signs. I missed them and it all went to hell because I missed them.”

I slowly turned around, tears pooling in my eyes. “Stop. None of what happened is because you missed anything. I did this. I fucked up everything. I can’t change it.” The tears started to fall as I spoke.

“I miss you Ellie. I miss my best friend.”

“Stop. Please. “

She started to take a step towards me, and I instinctively backed up, hitting a chair, jamming the arm of it into my leg and tipping it over, me going down with it. “Fuck!” My leg was throbbing as I was splayed out on the ground.

Jody came towards me with her hand out. “I’m fine. I don’t need your help.” I hissed. I was in pain and embarrassed. I tried to untangle myself from the chair and get up, unsuccessfully.

“Stop being stubborn Ellie. Let me help you.” She put her hand out again.

I let her help me up and grabbed the back of my thigh. I was going to have a bruise if I didn’t already.

“Can you walk okay? I think Timmy’s group is soon.”

“I’m fine.” I said as I started to limp over to the podiums.

“Ellie. I don’t hate you. Stop hating yourself.” She walked by me and joined Madi in the crowd.

I made my way to Jessie who gave me a questioning look when she noticed I was limping. I didn’t respond and watched as Timmy’s name was called and he stood on the podium. He was so happy. I was proud of him and managed a full real smile, the first in a long time.

“Come on let’s get a picture with him.” Jessie pulled me towards Timmy.

“Oww. Give me a second Jessie.” I said as I made my way slowly over to where Timmy was. By the time I got there the whole team was around him, and the parents.

“Give me your phone, I’ll take a picture of you 3.” Kat said as she took my phone out of my hands. She took a few pictures and I said thank you.

We got done and Timmy took off to get his gear loaded into Joe’s truck and Jessie and I headed to my vehicle. I was still limping a little and Jessie was ahead of me when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and saw Jody. What now?

“Unblock my number Ellie. Please.” She slowed down only enough to say it and then kept going past me. I watched her climb into her Jeep as I made my way to my Kia.

I climbed in the passenger seat and Jessie asked me what I happened to my leg. I didn’t want to tell her the whole story, so I just told her I tripped over the chair.

***

It had been a week since the race. I hadn’t unblocked Jody’s number. I contemplated it every time I picked my phone up. There was no race this week, so I planned to go hiking. There was a segment of the Appalachian Trail I was itching to tackle. Jessie made me promise to share my location and check in, often. I hoped we would get to a point soon where she didn’t worry about me.

I packed up my bag, grabbed my boots and headed out. The parking near the trailhead was empty except for me. This was the longest hike I had planned to do since I had allowed myself back in the woods. I cinched up my bag and headed in.

A little more than 4 hours later I had reached my destination. I sat down, opened my bag and took out the lunch I had packed. I texted Jessie before I started eating to let her know I had reached my turn around point. My ultimate goal is to do a longer segment that requires an overnight but that was something for the future, when I trusted myself more. For now, I would be staying here for awhile writing.

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My legs were wrapped around his hips; my eyes were watering, and locked on his. And the driver reviver Tarzan was between my thighs, swinging me back and forth as I hung suspended, wrapped in the lianas trailing down from the jungle canopy high above us. He was swinging me so that his humungous dick sunk into me to the hilt on each swing forward, then nearly exited my channel on each swing back. I gripped his arms as his fingers grasped my burning nipples and I yelled, “Yes, yes. Deeper. Fuck me . . . Ohhhhhhh.”

The image of being suspended high above the ground in vines with a hunky Tarzan, his feet wide-spread and clinging to branches of the tree, standing between my thighs and just swinging me back and forth on his stiff, long, thick prick was driving me wild. Him grunting at the exertion, his muscles rippling. Me helplessly entwined in the vines, begging him at first to slow down, to give me more time, not to thrust so deep and hold himself inside me to the root so long. Him laughing and thrusting deeper and rotating his hips, pressing me everywhere inside.

Then I’m letting out a long moan, arching my back, and giving in to him completely, crying to him now that I can’t get enough of him. Bucking against him as he gets wilder and thrusts, thrusts, thrusts. His eyes capturing mine. Telling me that he can continue this almost endlessly, and he does. Bucking, thrusting, moaning, groaning.

“Yessssssssssss.” I screamed, throwing my head back. My cream spouting into the steamy jungle atmosphere and landing on his arms and my chest.

We were making so much noise. Attracting the young, virile, nearby tribesmen. They are in the jungle, hidden, but touching themselves and each other as they watch Tarzan plowing me. And then, with his permission . . . .

My second visit to the driver reliever at the wayside rest stop was going even better than my first. All tension from the long drive on the busy highway had flowed out of me and I was ready to face the traffic once more.

* * *

I had heard the one about the hunks waiting inside what looked like an ordinary portable toilet at the driver reviver station at the end of the F3 freeway several times. In your dreams, I thought. And laughed each time. Hunks hung like horses and just waiting about for sex. Ha. But when Hank had told us about being there and seeing it, I had been thoughtful afterwards.

Hank has no imagination. Hank couldn’t dream up a decent sexual fantasy if his life depended on it, let alone a gay one. Hank has never made any sign he might even fancy that sort of release. But Hank is also boringly honest. Which is actually one reason I like him. You can rely on Hank. If he says he will come over and help you build a fence at the side of the house, well he does.

So now we were off to Foster for a few days, me, the wife and the son and daughter in law. And it was Christmas school holidays, and we were going on Saturday morning so the driver reviver stations, where local service clubs provide free coffee and snacks for harried holiday traffic drivers at rest stops, would be in full swing. And we would be passing the one at the end of the F3 freeway, next to the big roundabout between the freeway’s end and the Kurri road, where this urban gay myth was supposed to exist. So I would see. Which made me feel pretty idiotic; I mean it was a myth, what was I going to look for at the reviver station, some spaceship or something? And how was I going to look?

The daughter-in-law and my wife could talk all day, and the son in law was still always happy and looking dopey, as bursa escort long as he was around his new wife. So leaving them with a free cup of coffee and some fruit cake from the Lions club van and going off alone to the line of portable toilets for fifteen minutes would be easy. I could then come back and tell Hank he must have been drunk, or dreaming, or probably both. Not that he was much of a drinker.

I was edgy all morning, and the traffic on the road slowing us down didn’t help me to relax. Which was all pretty silly. All I was doing was getting tense because I was going to prove out a myth was just that, a myth.

We finally arrived at the end of the freeway, and my body relaxed, but my mind raced. At last, I thought, in a little while it will be over. There was a short queue of cars moving off into the carparking area and I followed them. It was busier than I remembered it from our last visit a couple of years before. The Lions van was set up in the middle of the open dirt area, its shutters up and a couple of queues lined up for their free coffee. I had trouble finding anywhere to park and the crowds milling about in the bright sunshine and heat made it look just like a market day, or a car boot sale.

And along the back of the rough dirt area, hard up against the bush that skirted the cleared parking area, was the long row of forty portable moulded fibreglass toilets. Their doors opened and banged closed regularly, up and down the line as people moved in and out of them.

We got out of the car and all headed over that way. And I did my first survey. The units all looked pretty much the same, but they did all have numbers on them, like Hank had said. Hank’s story had been the most detailed, but then Hank could be quite anal at times.

He had said it was portable unit H093, and I started reading the numbers as I ran my eye down the line of portable units.

“Hurry up Neil,” my wife said, as I stopped, and she bumped into me, “We don’t want to be here all day, and there is a queue for coffee.”

“You go ahead ,”I said, “I feel a bit queasy. I may be a while.” I grimaced at her.

“You all right?” she flung over her shoulder, as she strode off.

“Fine,” I said, to her departing back, “Probably just something I ate. Or sitting so long.”

I resumed my survey of the units, H097 I saw, but they were in no order, the next was H006. Maybe it wouldn’t even be here this time, I suddenly thought. Maybe it was somewhere else this holidays. I felt annoyed. I had come to prove this story was rubbish, and Hank never lied, so if H093 wasn’t here I would be pissed off.

Then I saw it. There it was, third from the end, H093. It looked just like all the others. A guy stepped out and the door banged and I hurried towards it. But before I got there another guy came out and the door banged closed again. If I hadn’t had my eyes on the unit the whole time, I would never have noticed. And I was still thinking that maybe I had blinked and the second guy had gone in and out super quick, and I hadn’t noticed. Of course they could have been in there together. The most likely explanation I thought.

And maybe that was the real explanation, guys knew to go to H093, if they wanted some action when they stopped at the reviver station. So much for an urban myth I thought, as I neared the unit. Another guy dived up the step just in front of me, and flung open the door and disappeared inside. The door banged closed and I stopped, not sure what to do. As I was trying to decide another guy came out and seeing me almost ready to climb the bursa escort bayan step held the door open for me, with a big smile on his face. This was not the guy I has just seen go in. I stepped forward and said thanks and passed him and stepped through the door.

The door banged closed behind me.

It was true.

The naked man holding his hand out to greet me was hung, and hard and smiling. His black curly hair hung to his shoulders, his golden skin was flawless and covered a muscular body with black hair trailing up from a lush bush to a glossy dusting around the dark nipples that topped his well-developed pecs.

I think my mouth gaped. There was no fibreglass toilet unit to be seen; instead there was a small foyer, dark and moody, with the naked man waiting in it, just like Hank had said. But Hank had turned, and left in shock, and when he had turned back and opened the door again to check, there had just been the normal moulded toilet unit inside.

I wasn’t leaving, though. I wasn’t Hank.

“Would you care to make a selection sir?” the man asked me.

I nodded, still in shock. He waved an arm, and along the walls pictures of men appeared. They were live images of good-looking men of all ages—men sitting, lying, moving, waiting, and chatting in small groups.

“How much?” I asked, suddenly wary.

“Free, sir. This is an official driver reviver station, sir,” my host answered politely. “We can take donations, but we don’t charge, and you aren’t obliged to donate,” he added, smiling so he showed perfect white teeth and running his hands down his body and driving me wild.

“Are you available?” I asked in a weak voice.

“Me?” he said, moving a hand to his cock and stroking his thumb over the wet cap, teasing his slit as I watched. “Me?” he smiled and moved closer. “Of course, sir.” He moved in and stroked his hand over my growing package.

“I don’t have long,” I said huskily, “The wife. Ten minutes.” I wished I had come alone, as my hands moved to his body and began pulling him in for a kiss.

“Ah. Time, like space, means nothing here, sir,” he replied with a laugh, and taking my hand he pulled me along a dark narrow passageway that ran off the foyer past an endless row of doors.

“Pick a door,” he said, and I did.

I stopped and opened it and we stepped inside. Well, we fell more like, into some sort of desert ruins. Heat and sand and rocks, I felt the heat hit my skin like a force. My skin. I looked down, to see skin. And down my belly I saw my dick. No clothes, they were gone. The hunk came up behind me and was rubbing his own skin against mine, and I moaned and forgot all about free coffee.

His hand had plastered itself to my shaft and was stroking, while his mouth had met mine and I was digging into his with my tongue. His huge pole was rising up along my crack and lower back, and rubbing up and down as we kissed, and I moaned at his attention.

There were noises around us, and suddenly he was pushing me forward. As I collapsed across a fallen sandstone block, I saw them.

“Who . . . what . . . ,” I gasped as he planted a big strong hand between my shoulder blades.

Half a dozen tall lanky black youths were standing in the shade of the ruins fondling themselves. The hunk was attending to my hole and opening me up as I watched them. They looked like identical sextuplets to me, all naked and hung, with identical cocks that were incredibly long, but thin and curved upwards. They were all probably longer than the cock standing to attention behind me and ready to fill escort bursa the passage that was now being well prepared.

My cheeks were spread apart and a firm, experienced tongue was exploring my entrance, my rim already twitching in anticipation.

Then one of the tall youths lazily leant against a still-standing section of stone wall, and lifting his arms up, he gripped the top of the broken stone and arched his back. His curved erection moved about as the second youth moved in behind him. As the hunk began to push a finger into my entrance, the long cock of the second young man was pressed into the entrance of the stretched-out and arched young man leaning against the stone wall. The youth taking it wailed some primitive song as the dark curved manhood of his companion disappeared inside him.

I moaned loudly as the hunk worked another finger into my passage. Then he was turning his two fingers about inside me to stretch and open me, parting them to spread my rim. I moaned louder as the third youth came in behind the second one and began to feed his curved cock into the hole of the identical looking man before him.

“Yess,” I cried, “Yessss,” seeing the third youth’s manhood entering the second one, and I spouted again and again, onto the sand.

The hunk behind me was between my spread thighs and pressed the head of his tool to my entrance, and as he withdrew his fingers from my passage, his cock head entered me and filled the open hole they’d left.

The three youths now sang some rhythmic chant, and on the high note, the three bodies moved in a wave, each withdrawing and plunging back into the man before him. The chant rose to a wail as the fourth youth moved up behind the third one, holding his long curved tool in his hand. The third youth spread his own cheeks in welcome, and the fourth cock slowly slid home, to a satisfied undulation and moan from the line of four black, glistening arched bodies.

The hunk had me skewered too now, and I was grunting and yelping and moaning, “Yes. Fuck me hard. Fuck me. Yes deeper, now, now,” over and over.

The youths’ chant continued, and the bodies swayed and moved in unison again, and there was another group howl. Then the fifth youth moved in, and again I watched, mesmerised as his long black cock impaled the man in front of him. The hunk was still plowing me deep and hard and I was rocking in time with him my belly rubbing on the bare rock with the strong sun on my back. And my dick was re engorging, the sight before me and the hunk behind me working together to drive me wild.

I watched the youthful line move back and forth again, and heard the moan in the chant getting stronger. Then it was the turn of the last youth, and he came in carefully and gave the hole he was to fill a brief tonguing before he entered it. He pressed his curved tool home slowly as the chant continued, and the hunk plowed my ass better than it had ever been plowed before.

Once the last youth was embedded, the line undulated and moved to the chant they were calling out. And again, and again it moved, swaying to the wild rhythm, and the hunk behind me was joining in, plowing me to the same rhythm, the chant just a collection of sounds to me but the rhythm driving me wild, till the hunk came deep inside me. Soon after, a great groan went up from the six youths as the line shook and jerked. Several of the sextuplets quivered and cried out as the line fell apart with spouting cocks appearing everywhere.

“Yess. Yesss,” I cried, throwing my head back in ecstasy, and coming again.

I was pleased to know that Hank really was as honest as I had thought he was. And when I emerged from the portable toilets’ door, what seemed like hours later, my wife thought I had been gone for minutes only and had a free coffee reviver waiting for me.

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Mastrom’s was Blythe’s favorite department store. Catering to an upscale clientele, they carried the latest in high quality fashion in a wide variety of styles. They took pride in their hands-on and solicitous customer service. After a shopping excursion, Blythe often left the store fully satisfied and upbeat.

Today, she was looking for a few items to add to her summer wardrobe. Her cotton, floral sundress with wide shoulder straps and a low cut neckline revealed a hint of cleavage. It was very comfortable and in a style she favored. While she didn’t want to get in a fashion rut, Blythe wanted to demonstrate to the sales staff the type of look she was seeking and one that usually flattered her body type.

Her long neck was accented by her recent short hair cut for the summer. Combined with the low bodice and the above the knee hemline, this exposed a lot of skin. It put her in a youthful frame of mind and the bounce in her step created an eye-catching swing to her body and dress. The thought that she could still turn a few heads was great for her ego. She put an extra sway in her walk without being so blatant that her husband, Kabron, would think she was being flirtatious.

Riding the escalator to the third floor, Blythe scanned the mannequins displaying the featured items. She got a small rush when a couple items caught her interest. It was usually a good sign that there’d be a lot for her to explore.

With Kabron trailing behind, Blythe did a quick sweep through the floor to get a flavor for the season’s merchandise. Along the way, she picked up a couple of outfits for her initial scrutiny. As usual, Kabron was quickly bored. Typically, after a short period, he would leave for the mall bookstore, while she finished shopping. This freed Blythe to take her time and get lost in the pleasures of trying on as many items as she desired.

Before he left, she liked to ask Kabron his opinion. He had little interest and rarely had anything of substance to add. However, occasionally, he would explicitly express a dislike of an item or convey the same opinion through his body language. In any case, she wanted to have him feel involved, especially, when the expenditures could be quite pricey.

“Darling, let me pop in and try these on. I’d like to hear what you think.” Blythe said over her shoulder as she headed for the dressing rooms.

“They look lovely.” Kabron said in reply. He knew his role in this interchange and didn’t want to pretend that he had any expertise in the matter. In fact, he believed his wife looked great in almost everything she wore.

Blythe chuckled, “Wise guy. You’re supposed to wait until I try them on, dear.”

There were plenty of well-appointed dressing rooms. Mastrom’s kept them clean and quickly removed the unpurchased clothes left by patrons. Each room had large front and back mirrors, a padded bench and lots of clothing hooks. She picked one toward the back. Light rock instrumental music played gently in the background and there was an attractive fragrance in the air. Blythe was shrewd enough to realize these amenities were all carefully researched and designed to increase the likelihood of purchases. That was fine with her. She liked the touches of elegance and it put her in a more relaxed frame of mind.

Hanging up the items she’d brought in, Blythe kicked off her sandals and slipped out of her dress. After placing it on a hanger, she paused for a quick glance in the mirror. While few women are completely happy with their bodies, she was generally pleased. She’d only gained one dress size in the ten years since school and she was still shapely in all the right places. Running her hands across the hi-cut, lavender hip huggers, the feel of the tight muscles made the time spent in the gym worthwhile. The matching lace-trimmed bra complemented her bust line with appropriate lift.

Not wanting to keep Kabron waiting too long, she quickly tried several items. A couple were easily rejected either because the size wasn’t right or it didn’t look as good on her as it did on the hanger. The third dress had more appeal. It was a stylish black on white print with thin straps that had a nice cut and a flattering drape.

Blythe went to model it for Kabron. He was leaning against a wall with his arms folded and a bored expression. Blythe did a twirl for his inspection. “What do you think?”

“That’s very pretty. You know I love you in black.” He said with a nod of appreciation.

“I know you do, dear. If you had your way, black would be most of my wardrobe.”

Smiling his agreement, Kabron added, “Well, it does look great on you.”

“I’m going to browse a few more items and see if I can get some help from a sales associate.” Blythe said.

That was the signal that Kabron was free to go. “I think I’ll check out some books and get a coffee.”

“OK. I won’t be too long.”

“Yah.”

“Before you go, could you help me carry a few things back to the dressing room?” Blythe asked.

With a sharp eye and moving like bursa escort bayan a seasoned pro, she soon had selected almost a dozen sundresses or skirt and blouse combinations. Kabron transported them back to the changing rooms and handed the pile to his wife. He marveled silently over her definition of “a few items” and her concept of time that allowed her to believe that she wouldn’t “be too long”.

As he prepared to leave, Kabron said, “Have fun.”

Blythe leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’ll have a ball. See you in awhile.” Then, she turned and entered the dressing room to get down to the pleasure of trying all the new things.

Kabron watched her until she disappeared. He appreciated both her svelte appearance and the joy in life that was evident in her effervescent movement. Blythe’s upbeat nature and free spirit had originally attracted him, and it was still one of her best characteristics.

He walked toward the escalator and rode it down to the second floor that opened into the rest of the mall. Before leaving the store, Kabron stopped to examine a few ties and tried to picture what he had at home.

Upstairs, Blythe added her new selections to those already in the dressing room. She did a quick sort to group them according to the styles she had in mind for different activities. It included hanging a few sundresses together with the one she’d worn for easier comparison to help in the later winnowing process.

Stripping off the black and white dress, she hung it on the wall with the thought that it would be one of the finalists. The next dress she picked to try on was one that she had some doubts about because it was the shortest and most revealing of the lot. Stepping into it, Blythe shimmied and pulled it up her body. After tying the straps behind her neck, she smoothed and adjusted the fabric.

Turning to the mirror, her first look confirmed her suspicions. It was much more revealing than her typical picks. The hem of the light material wafted around her legs and settled at mid-thigh. The low cut top and empire waist accented her breasts. Looking over her shoulder, Blythe saw that it dipped deeply and left most of her back uncovered. Nonetheless, she liked the blue batik print and the sexy ambience. She couldn’t decide if it was appropriately racy, or if it crossed the line into risqué.

As she was turning back and forth to check all the different angles, the lights suddenly went out. Startled, Blythe quickly inhaled. The unlit changing area was pitch black. She stood there motionless. After a few seconds, she felt for the wall, made her way to the bench, and sat to wait for the lights to come back on.

Downstairs, Kabron was about to leave when the lights went out. The second floor was dim, but some light from the mall was filtering in. Mastrom’s appeared to be the only store affected. Several minutes later, store security personnel passed the word that they were working to restore power. In the interim, they directed shoppers to make their way to the mall.

Concerned about Blythe, Kabron thought about heading back to the dressing room. However, looking to the third floor, it was even darker. He approached a well-dressed and official looking woman standing next to the escalator.

“Excuse me ma’am. My wife’s in the dressing room upstairs. Will there be someone up there who will help her in the dark?”

Pausing a moment before answering, she said, “I’m sure there will be.”

Kabron’s face flashed a skeptical expression as he considered stumbling into the dark.

The woman read his expression and said, “Don’t worry. This has happened before. The lights usually aren’t off for long. You head outside. I’ll go take care of your wife.”

“In the dark?”

Reaching into her purse, she extracted a small penlight attached to her keychain, ” ‘Be prepared.’ Go ahead now, we’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? Would you like me to come?”

“No, don’t bother. We can’t have you groping around in the dark in the ladies changing room, can we?”

Smiling, Kabron said, “I guess not. I really appreciate this.”

As she started up the stairs, she turned and asked, “What’s her name?”

“Blythe.”

“Pretty.” She disappeared into the third floor guided by the small beam of her flashlight.

Giving a mental shrug to indicate he’d done all he could, Kabron joined the last stragglers heading for the mall. Outside, he turned toward the bookstore confidant that the outage would be short-lived and that he’d left Blythe in good hands.

Since the lights hadn’t returned, Blythe considered leaving the changing room and trying to make her way to an exit. However, she wasn’t eager to wander in the dark, especially, when she wasn’t even in her own clothes.

Just then she heard someone approaching. Surprisingly, she felt a mix of emotion. Relief that someone else was in the store and might help her. Concern that she was very vulnerable alone in the dark with a stranger. “”Hello, is someone there?”

“Yes. Is that görükle escort you Blythe?” a woman’s voice replied.

“I’m down here at the end.” Blythe answered; surprised the person knew her name.

A dim light appeared on the floor beneath the changing room door. “Your husband was concerned. He asked me to check on you.”

“Thank you.” Assisted by the low light, Blythe rose and slipped the lock. Opening the door, Blythe saw the outline of a woman who appeared to be about her about her age and height. She was dressed in a tailored jacket and matching skirt that looked to be in a light grey. Her dark hair was curled and pulled softly up.

The woman turned the light toward the ceiling so it illuminated their faces and they could see each other better. With a warm smile, she extended her hand, “Nice to meet you Blythe. I’m Joy.”

Taking her hand, Blythe said, “Hello, Joy. Thanks again for coming. I was beginning to get a little worried.”

Turning the flashlight off, Joy said, “Wow. I can see why. It’s really dark in here.” Switching the light back on, Joy entered the cubicle. “Would you like to walk downstairs or just wait here a few minutes? These things usually don’t last too long.”

Blythe’s first notion was to leave, but she didn’t want to abandon all the clothes she’d chosen without trying them on. She deferred to Joy that her store would restore power in short order. “I’ll trust your judgment and wait.” she replied. “Besides, I can’t walk out without paying.” She added pointing to the tag on the dress she had on.

“Yah, we can’t have that. That is a pretty dress. It looks good on you.” Joy commented. She reached out and felt the fabric. “Ahhh. And it’s beautiful material.”

“Thank you. I was worried it might be too short.” Blythe said as she looked down and examined the length again.

Holding the flashlight on the dress for a better view, Joy said, “Turn around, let me see.”

Blythe executed a slow pirouette as Joy watched with a seasoned eye. “See, it’s very revealing.” Almost convincing herself not to get it.

“It’s perfect and sexy.” Joy announced. “You’ve got a beautiful body and you’re too young to start being conservative.”

“You think?” Blythe asked while checking herself in the dim mirror.

“Absolutely. You’ve got gorgeous legs and perky breasts. It highlights all your assets.” Joy set the flashlight on the bench and smoothed the material across Blythe’s shoulders and chest. “See.”

Blythe loved the ego stroking and actually got a quick thrill when Joy’s hand brushed her breasts.

Standing behind Blythe with her hands on her shoulders, Joy added, “With all the skin revealed, you’ll get a great tan. Plus, all the guys will be staring.”

Blythe laughed and said, “You’re wicked. I’m a married woman.”

Joy joined in the laughter, “Married doesn’t mean you’re dead. We all enjoy the excitement of a little flirtation.”

“True, true.” Blythe nodded. Swaying back and forth and looking at her reflection. “You’ve convinced me. I think I’m going to take it. You’re a good salesperson.”

Flashing a mischievous smile, Joy said. “I’m here to please. How about some of these others? Have you tried them on yet?”

The questions brought Blythe back to the reality of the lights still being out. She’d gotten so relaxed with Joy and the modeling; she’d forgotten how dark it was. Indicating to Joy the lack of lights. “Do you think we should?”

“If this flashlight is enough for you to see, why waste time? Besides, it’s a little fun in the dark.”

“You know, you’re right. It is kinda cozy and exciting in here. I’m enjoying this and I like you’re fashion taste. Let’s try some more.” Joy started to slip out of the dress.

“Let me help you with that.” Joy helped pull the dress down as Blythe stepped out. After replacing it on a hanger, Joy turned. Blythe was standing in panties and bra examining some of the other dresses. She enjoyed the view for a few moments, then commented, “You were kidding me, girl. Saying you thought this dress might be too saucy for you and all the time wearing sexy lingerie like that.”

Blythe turned, looked at her lacy underwear, felt self-conscious and blushed. “I just…uhh…I mean…” she stammered.

“Don’t be shy. I always say, if you got, it enjoy it. Besides, purple is my favorite color.”

Ordinarily, Blythe might be offended by such a forward comment by a sales associate. But Joy said it with such sincerity, that it seemed like a compliment coming from an old friend. “I guess that some spice in life is nice.”

“That’s the attitude.” Joy agreed. “It’s getting warm without the AC. Do you mind if I get comfortable?”

“Not at all. Go right ahead.”

Joy slipped off her jacket. The neck of her blouse was open, but she unhooked another button and fanned her neck to circulate the air. “That’s better. Now we can get down to business.”

They both turned back to the clothes and Joy helped Blythe try several outfits. She bursa escort bayan endorsed Blythe’s opinion that the black and white dress was definitely a keeper.

They hit it off and established an easy rapport. Chatting about the clothes, it was clear they had similar tastes. Blythe appreciated having a fashion expert provide advice and perspective. They joked about ones they agreed were unattractive and gushed over those that were especially appealing. Joy found one brightly colored dress particularly attractive.

“If you like it, you should try it.” Blythe suggested. “I think we’re about the same size.”

Joy hesitated, “I shouldn’t. I came here to help you.”

“Oh go ahead. It’s just us girls in the dark.” Blythe urged. “Besides,” gesturing to her lingerie clad body, “you’ve seen me in my undies. It’s only fair.”

Joy paused, looked into Blythe’s eyes, then nodded her head and undid her blouse. Removing it, she revealed a bright red, low cut bra. Blythe noticed that Joy’s breasts were larger than hers and that Joy’s nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material. Unzipping her skirt, she let it drop to the ground. As Joy bent to pick it up, Blythe was surprised to see a garter belt and stockings rather than pantyhose. Also, as she bent, Joy’s behind was aimed right at Blythe and her two well-rounded globes glazed Blythe’s leg.

At first, Blythe thought Joy was without panties and then saw the thin thong string nestled in her crack. As Joy straightened and folded her skirt, Blythe continued to stare at her back and buttocks. She felt suddenly aware of the small confines of the room and the close proximity of their half-naked bodies.

When Joy turned, she sensed Blythe’s eyes on her body, but pretended to ignore it. Instead, she reached for the dress on the bench and intentionally brushed her arm against Blythe’s stomach in the process. The contact with the smooth skin gave her a pleasant tingle.

Blythe sucked in her belly from the unexpected contact. It compounded her nervous excitement. Since she didn’t want to reveal her discomfit, she made a light comment, “You were joking about my undies and look at that sexy set.”

Rubbing her palm across her bra, Joy said, “I told you I believe in dressing sexy. And these bring out the woman in me.” Joy slowly let the back of her hand trace down her side, along the garter belt and across the front of her thong.

Blythe got the sense that Joy was almost being flirtatious, but couldn’t help her eyes from following Joy’s hand. She licked her dry lips and saw that the thong was a matching red to the bra. Even in the dim glow of the flashlight, she could tell the small patch of lace was nearly transparent. As Joy fiddled with the dress, Blythe’s eyes remained fixed on the front of the thong.

Noticing the attention, Joy set the dress aside and said, “You should wear a thong like this, Blythe. You’ve got the body for it.”

“I…I don’t have any.” She stammered and felt silly for doing so. Trying to regain her composure and maintain a normal conversation, Blythe asked, “Do you always wear a garter belt? I didn’t think many people did these days.”

“I have tons of garter belts.” Joy answered in a soft purr. “I like to wear them whenever I want some stimulation or hope to get some action.” Then she added with a laugh, “So, I guess I wear them a lot. Don’t you have any of these either, sweetie?”

Blythe looked up and into Joy’s smiling eyes. “No…no.” Blythe said with a little tightness in her throat. She mentally chastised herself for showing nervousness. She prided herself on being sexy, experienced and adventurous. Yes, she was unexpectedly semi-naked, in the dark, in a semi-public place, with a semi-naked stranger. Nonetheless, she didn’t like feeling as if she were an anxious schoolgirl. Blythe determined to relax and enjoy what was certain to be a brief and frivolous verbal flirt. She cleared her throat and spoke with more confidence, “I like to dress as sexy as the next woman, but I always assumed those were uncomfortable.” To accent the liberated attitude she wanted to project, Blythe ran her fingers across her own sexy bra and flashed a salacious grin.

“I can see you know how to do sexy.” Then, stepping closer, Joy reached up with her left hand and lightly stroked the soft material on Blythe’s breast. “This not only looks fabulous on you, but the material feels wonderful. I bet it caresses your boobs with every move.”

Despite her decision to project confidence, Blythe was stunned by the deliberately seductive touch. She assumed Joy was simply being lightly playful. Still, it was the first time since college that she’d had such an erotic physical contact with another female. The soft hand on her bra brought back a wave of pleasant memories. A smile mixed with the expression of surprise and arousal on her face.

When she’d volunteered to be Good Samaritan, Joy hadn’t expected events to evolve this way. However, she was always open to opportunities and eager to push the envelope to see if something interesting might develop. Sensing there was no resistance, she pressed on before Blythe had a chance to think better of the situation. Leaving her left hand gently on the breast, her right hand took hold of Blythe’s right hand fingers.

Down under Daniel

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Just to be with Daniel again was so good. He has become my quintessential lover.

We said we’d have an action replay. It had bee five years past since he upped sticks and moved to Australia but we decided it would be nice, now that he had decided to come back to England, to start all over and renew hopefully our relationship.

He was full of apologies saying he’d done the wrong thing moving to Aussy. I stayed put even though the invite was there for me to go with him. It was a hard thing to do because I missed him terribly. I ached for him for weeks after, found Derek who could never replace Daniel and when he dumped me for a coloured guy I was distraught and sickened and almost became a recluse.

Anyway no good harping on bad memories, Daniel was back and there he was, knocking at my door and my heart was thumping like the very first time we shared quality and private time together.

We’d originally met in a car park, me jumping into his car. The general idea being to see if we were compatible, to see if we liked each other and of course, you know what.

The ‘you know what’ inflamed me instantly and it wasn’t long before I surmised myself even, rummaging with his fly zip. I guess I fancied him and wanted to get the preliminaries over and done with. So that I could vent my pent up fantasies of how it might be with Daniel.

He sort of grunted but didn’t stop me. I guess that is what he meant when he told me some weeks later that he loved the way I helped chisel and I certainly was doing that then.

It was divine to feel him swell beneath his jeans and then, unzipping his jeans, his briefs. It was a nice soothing feeling simply to mould him there in my right hand. I continued to enjoy him through his briefs as grew to the full.

“Wed better watch our Pete” he said being apprehensive about being seen. He seemed as though he wanted to zip himself up but I said I would be careful, and for him to keep a watch out and just to chill out and enjoy, because that is certainly what I intended.

He was having difficulty in resisting my feel of him. But he eventually let me winkle bursa escort bayan him out over the waistband of his briefs and it was a joy to rub him up against his tummy.

I was in my own little world. It was so lovely and divine. He smelt divine and I immediately had the urge to suck, especially when I stretched back the elastically foreskin revealing that so beautiful red plum with the p-hole set temptingly in the centre..

I massaged him some, it was beautiful to feel and I gently jerked him off awhile as I heard his breathing become deeper. He was so enjoying my spoiling and so was I.

It was difficult to get to his balls because he was reluctant to slip down his jeans because of being seen. He was terribly worried about that and I wondered if he had been caught out in public.

I could see he was becoming more agitated but instinct made me just get that taste of him before he zipped up and in a moment I felt the divine warmth of half his gorgeous length inside my mouth. It felt good and tasted good, pungent and earthy with a hint of sea salt.

But that was it and I had to wait until we could arrange that first private meeting at my place before we could really let ourselves go.

We talked and laughed about that first time we actually met in the car park;

“You were so impatient Pete like there was no tomorrow. But I guess that is what I find particularity exiting about you, the way you want to take change and help yourself. I do like that.”

“Then into the bathroom with you” I snapped. He knew what to do. Strip and wash himself there. I liked a clean cock. And I did what I did the first time we did it in private. I quietly opened the door and watched him prime himself up. He not knowing |I was watching until I announced that it was my job to do that and there he was, standing there, legs apart, his cock and balls held firm in his cupped right hand and what a beauty it was.

Now I could see the full extent of him and I relished that. Now I could really enjoy him to the full without interruption of him fearing someone might see us.

I stripped in front of him, watched nilüfer escort his reaction which was favourable. He stood there not saying a word. But the flush in his face said that he wanted me.

I’d reached about a half erection when, standing up close I rubbed him up with mine. It was a gorgeous sensation and for a while we simply took turns to rub each other up, his moans were wonderful in sequence to the touching and feeling, his eyes closed, head back.

He had a divine and lovely lucid cock. Now I could see it in its full glory and it must have been a good seven inches which made mine look a miniature at six inches.

But now I could really go to town and résumé the suck I’d missed so much. Something that with Derek was never fulfilled because he always cum almost as soon as I started to suck him. Then often was the case afterwards that he was fulfilled so I was left in the lurch, and never received the fucking I craved for because he was well and truly spent..

I guess I was trying to hard to make it work with Derek but in a way it was the best thing that happened when he dumped me.

But who cares now I have sweet Daniel back.

I sucked him liberally, the taste I remembered was still there, it all came back: the feel and the scent of him. I am obsessive about cock sucking, Daniel knows that from that first time in the bathroom but he enjoys the way I do it, with lots of variations, weaning him underneath from the back, bent sideways and often upside down, he crouching over me, wide open so I can really suck his cock and balls and everything,

I would get him so ripe until he craved for my ass. The first time in the bathroom I bent steeply over the bath and presented myself to him.

It was so exciting and thrilling as he discovered me there.

“Just relax and enjoy” I suggested feeling him rub his cock between my ass cheeks and work it into me. For a while I thought he’d missed the bulls because he seemed to be trying to prod it into me too high. Wanting badly his fuck I went to guide him into me as I wiggled but then all at once the warm feel türbanlı escort if it enter me. The gentle prodding at first, the stretching which always hurt a little after so long without. Then I felt it enter me, the pain had gone and the feeling of sensual warmth run up my spine. He was soon into me, imagining I could massage him inside me with my rectal muscles I soon realised I couldn’t. His bulk was so firm and stiff inside I could not budge anything, I felt I was just being completely speared by Daniel’s hot rod which was magnificent.

Then he spoke for the first time during the foreplay and apart form the condescending moans hoed never said a word, except when he first arrived – and that is how it always is with Daniel, he is plainly a man of action rather than words but I guess on this occasion he thought it important enough to talk.

“Can I cum inside you, Pete?” he asked, just pausing for a moment, me feeling the strong pulse of his cock inside me.

“I want that, Daniel” I replied and instantly his thrusts were more deep as I felt myself build the fuck with him. And when he exploded inside me I knew it, that last thrust nearly knocked me off balance and he had me good and proper. It was a wonderful rekindle of those things we did before. The urge he had to lick me up too, his idiosyncrasies which primarily I did not like too much, like the time he wanted me to pee over his hind in the bath. But it was a thing which never reoccurred so there was no problem, perhaps he though he would like it but decided he didn’t.. That is what it us all about we discovered, we’d try things and if we didn’t like well no hard feelings.

We simply enjoyed what we mutually enjoyed and that was lots of oral and touchy feely.

We discovered the best way to make our fucking work to the best, like when I crouched on my knees on the end of the bed, Daniel could not get the right angle to comfortably fuck me so I compromised by placing one foot on the floor, which made nice space between where he could kneel to suck my hind to his hearts content and then finish the delightful episode of with a good stiff fuck. Perfect.

It was heavenly to be with Daniel again and he vowed never again to go down under to Australia. The only way I wanted him down under was with me.

And we’d both spend many sensual moment s of prime mutual oral extravaganzas down under.

Holly’s First Night Ch. 02

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This is the second part the story of how I became what I am; my autobiography. It may help to read Holly’s First Night first, and if you wish to make a comment please do.

Holly

*****

As we came out of the bathroom Zoe and I were wearing matching dressing gowns with the hotel logo on. There was a tray of sandwiches on the table, all traces of the coke were gone.

It was clear that our services were not going to be required again tonight as we made small talk, well Kwaze did most of the talking, we laughed politely at his jokes, made oohing sounds as he told us of his exploits on safari, and boasted of his father’s power and influence in the government of his home country. At about four o’clock he stood, took Zoe’s hand and led her to a bedroom, saying goodnight.

I looked at Jamal, he smiled and did the same, taking me to his room. The bed was bigger than king size, I watched him as he climbed between the sheets, suddenly feeling shy about undressing in front of him. He was a real gentleman, because he held the quilt open for me and switched the lights off. I shed the gown, then climbed into the bed beside him, laying my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

The bed was empty when I awoke, the weak winter sunlight visible as a faint outline where the drapes were. I went into the bathroom to relieve the pressure in my bladder and then, putting on the robe I had left on the floor by the bed, went through to the main part of the suite. Zoe was there, dressed in a simple, but very flattering black roll neck top and pair of tight jeans with some Nike Air trainers. She looked up as she heard me enter the room.

“Hey Holl, sleep well?” she asked, putting the glass orange of juice she’d been drinking, down.

“Ungh,” I stifled a yawn and nodded, “where are the guys?”

“Oh, they left an hour or so ago. Here, have some juice, or coffee.” She gestured at the table, there was now a small tray covering the place where…we’d snorted coke last night.

I looked at her.

We’d had sex last night.

I’d had sex with a man and her at the same time last night.

She’d let two men fuck her in front of my eyes last night.

She’d ground herself against my face last night.

She’d made me cum more often than I’d thought possible last night.

We’d taken (a lot of) money from two strangers for sex last night.

I flopped onto the white sofa beside her, the sofa that had been the site of all that sex.

“Zoe, did we…?” Suddenly I was feeling unclean, dirty somehow.

She looked at me with those big black-brown eyes, but said nothing. I could feel tears starting to well up as my chest tightened. She reached out to hold my hand and I began to sob.

She gathered me to her, comforting me as the tears wracked my body.

How could I have been so stupid? This wasn’t a one night stand, it was me prostituting myself, selling myself like a hooker. Would I end up on street corners, soiled, addicted to drugs and riddled with the clap?

I felt so ashamed of myself, and resentful of Zoe; after all, she’d gotten me into this mess.

“Look Holly, I think we should go home, don’t you?” she suggested.

I nodded dumbly, sniffing back some snot before pulling away from her.

“How do you do it?” I asked her.

Shrugging her shoulders, she looked me in the eye,

“Do what?”

“Don’t mess with me you bitch; last night, you, me, those two men!” My internal shame was turning into self-righteous anger. We’d done things together I’d never imagined, or rather, had only ever imagined.

“Have you any idea how much you earned last night?” she asked simply, adding “That’s how I deal with it.”

“Don’t play with me.” I snapped. She stared at me. “You, or…or someone thought you could turn me into a…a whore!”

“Shhh! Keep your voice down Holly.” She leant close in to me and took both my hands in hers. I could see it in her eyes as she stared me down; an unfamiliar hardness to her that I had never witnessed before.

“How do you do it?” I asked, snatching my hands away and standing up.

“I tell myself it’s a business transaction; one contract at a time. I have a goal, one I’ve nearly reached in just eighteen months, then I can stop. I’ll have enough to buy a house, I won’t have any debts, and I aim to have no regrets.”

“A few days ago you accused me of thinking you were a prostitute, for fucks sake, you gave me a hard time over it,” I waved at the tray, “you, you even said you didn’t do fucking breakfast!”

I needed to get away from here, away from Zoe, to think. I left her sat there, as I left I heard her say something I knew was true.

“Nobody made you go and see Alexandra, did they? Nobody made you come and join me, did they? You came because you were curious to see if you could do it. And you did. Very enthusiastically didn’t you?”

I stepped into the shower, needing to cleanse myself of the bursa evi olan escort degrading sense of filth I could feel on my skin. As the water sprayed over me, I soaped myself, imagining it was washing away the shit of last night, purifying myself in a ritual.

As I dried off I thought about what I should wear and realised that all I had was last night’s clothes: the slightly too small black dress, lacy matching lingerie and a flimsy bolero jacket.

Looking at myself in the mirror I realised I hadn’t even brought out much more make-up than I could fit in my clutch bag. Zoe on the other hand, that oh so professional tart and former best friend, the deceitful cow, Zoe had clearly thought to bring a change of clothes, and even shoes, the bitch. No wonder I’d never caught her doing the walk of shame; the whore didn’t have any.

I finished dressing, and with a confidence I didn’t feel, walked back into the main room of the suite. I was about to ask Zoe to call me a taxi so I could go to my flat, to our flat. She stood, lithe and elegant as she always did, her African ancestry shining through every dignified movement, no wonder I’d thought of her as a queen last night.

“Holly, I know it’s difficult, hun. Please can we start again?”

“I don’t know Zo, everything’s changed, it’s all different, I’m different, we’re different. Perhaps you should just call me a cab so I can go home.”

“Okay, you’re a cab.” she said, with that oh so beautiful grin.

“That’s not even funny Zoe.” I think that hurt her because her smile was suddenly gone, extinguishing the humour in her eyes.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be alone with her, I wasn’t too sure I wanted her telling me that I had chosen to whore myself out even if, technically, she was right.

“No, thanks, I don’t want anything to eat.” I was stood at the foot of the stairs when she came and took my hand again.

“Holly, this will work itself out, you just need a bit of time.” I snatched my hand away and ran up the stairs to my room, flung the door open and threw myself on the bed as a temper tantrum surged through me. They were all a bunch of shits, every effing one of them, playing with peoples emotions and thoughts just to manipulate something way out in the future. Tears of anger were replaced by tears of self-pity as I thought through the recent days, trying to make some sense of my role and responsibility for everything that had happened.

‘Nobody made you go and see Alexandra, did they? Nobody made you come and join me, did they? You came because you were curious.’ Zoe’s words chased their way through my head, every time I thought I could slap them down they just got right up again ‘…because you were curious.’ because I wanted some of her glamour and poise and outright happiness.

Nobody could call it whoring I told myself, just a girl living life to the full, right? But you were going to take money, take a ‘gift’. Yeah but that’s different isn’t it? Guy takes you out for a nice meal he probably expects something in return, that’s why you dress up, to look good, to do him proud, let his peers see he can pull a girl. I was beginning to lose myself in my amateur psychoanalysis when there was a gentle tap on the door.

“Go away,” I shouted “leave me alone”

“Holly,” Zoe’s head appeared around the edge of the still open door, “Holly I’ve made you some sandwiches, can I come in?”

She didn’t wait for a response but came in anyway holding a small plate of sandwiches and two mugs of something, tea probably. She placed the plate and a mug on the bedside table then, holding her own mug she sat at the foot of the bed. I kind of pulled my knees up to my chest and leant against the headboard, trying to keep as much distance as I could between us.

“Thanks.” I said as the feeling of hunger stole into my stomach. There was nothing delicate about the thick slices of white bread encasing even thicker slices of ham. As I bit into one there was a subtle tang of horseradish, just as I liked it.

“You know Holly, you’ve had a tough time over the last day or two,” she said “but life goes on, you need to unwind a bit”

I looked at her, at the sincerity in her eyes.

“Look, why don’t I give your shoulders a rub, ease the tension out?” she asked, “come on, I won’t bite, move down here a bit.”

The thought did sound good to me so I placed the plate on the bedside table again and shuffled down the bed, turning round to face the bedhead, and sat cross-legged as she put a scrunchie in my hair, making a pony tail.

“Wait a moment,” she said, walking out and into her own room. When she came back out she had a couple of white towels and a bottle of jasmine scented oil from the shelf in there.

“May as well do it properly.” she smiled placing the towels next to me.

I felt the bed move as she knelt behind me and her hands were cool on my shoulders as she rested them either side of my neck. Her movements began gently enough, but altıparmak escort she soon had both thumbs drilling into the space between my shoulder blades, the pain almost pleasurable as knot after knot seemed to crack under her ministrations. She’d been right, I had had no idea just how tense I was.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations, on her thumbs alternately circling around my shoulder muscles before finding and drilling into more taut muscles, on my skin warming beneath her touch, on the little burst of warm breath on my shoulders when she put extra effort into a particularly unyielding muscle.

“Why don’t you take your top off and lie on your stomach, and I’ll give you a proper back rub?” she asked.

The suggestion seemed right and she got up off the bed to spread the big towel out like a sheet. I peeled my vest top off, but left my bra in place before lying face down on the towel.

“Now just try and relax.” was all she said.

I felt her climb back on the bed, straddling my hips. Her hands went to the small of my back before stroking up the length of my spine to the nape of my neck, out across my shoulders then down my sides continuously in a pair of elongated ovals.

She did this five or six times then said

“If you let me unsnap your bra I can use a little oil, it’ll feel much better.” I mumbled my assent, already feeling the tension easing exponentially.

There was a pause as she unhooked my bra, moving the straps away from my shoulders and back. I heard the spout on the lid of the bottle being snapped open, her hands rubbing together as she warmed the oil, then her softness, repeating the motion from earlier but oh so much more smoothly.

I’d never had a massage before but I made a mental note to make it a regular item on my calendar. The sensations were exquisite, heightened I suppose by the scent of the oil and I found myself wondering whether Zoe would do something. Right now that seemed to be a very pleasant thought as her hands brushed the sides of my breasts.

She shuffled down the bed a little further and seemed to rise up on her knees, allowing her to put more weight on her arms as she continued to massage me. Occasionally I felt her rub across the top of my buttocks. I could hear my breath and my heart beating as I lay there, becoming more and more relaxed.

I woke in semi-darkness, a towel draped over me. Zoe had gone, taking the half eaten sandwich and the mugs of tea with her. For the first time in ages I felt relaxed, refreshed, replenished, rejuvenated…whatever, it felt good to be alive here and now. I rolled off the bed, untangling myself from my bra and drew the drapes.

I wondered where she was.

Should I?

I wondered; it was a form of acceptance, coming to terms with what I might do in the future. And of silencing, at least temporarily, that little worm that took me to the hotel last night.

With my decision made I went into the shower room, I didn’t take long, this couldn’t wait. After making sure I was clean and tidy I put on my pyjama bottoms and a crop top, covered by my not really silk dressing gown and left my room, heading for Zoe’s.

She was asleep in her bed. Her room was much tidier than mine, she’d mastered the art of putting things away neatly. I slipped into the room, tiptoeing as quietly as I could to the far side of her bed before shedding the dressing gown and sliding into the bed beside her. She stirred for a moment then turned on her side, facing away from me. I crept closer, spooning into the warmth of her body.

She had on a white cotton tee-shirt night-dress which kind of surprised me for some reason. I thought she seemed smaller now she was relaxed. Lying quietly against her, I draped my arm over the quilt covering her body. I was drifting off into that twilight world of semi sleep when she spoke.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said, “I’m glad you did though.”

We lay there, companionably, she took my hand in hers and drew it under the covers, our fingers interlaced. I kissed her shoulder. She half turned to look at me.

“Do you really want to do this?” she asked.

I could only nod. She shifted her weight to roll over facing me properly, that half smile playing over her lips. Her eyes looked deeply into mine, searching for confirmation of my assent. I touched my lips against hers, the slightest brush, nothing more, but enough to remove the doubt.

She raised herself on one elbow and stroked the hair away from my ear before leaning down and kissing me fully on the lips. Her tongue lashed over mine. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with need as I placed a hand behind her neck. She broke the kiss suddenly, pulling away, and I could hear our passion coming in big gulps of air.

Somehow she managed to have her hands on both my breasts, rubbing the nipples into firm nubbins of pleasure as she moved south. Soon her tongue was licking the upper valley of my boobs, then, oh my god, she took a nipple in her mouth, somehow suckling and nibbling at it through the thin material of my top. When she bit it hard with her teeth both my girls responded, stiffening into rigid little up-stands.

Looking into my eyes she placed her right hand on my thigh, the electric sparkle caused me to gasp as her hand cupped my sex through the thick material of the pyjama bottoms. I suddenly felt scared about what was so clearly going to happen, but my body betrayed me as she gently stroked the cleft between my legs. I closed my eyes and let out a silent sigh. I felt like a rabbit must at night when it freezes instinctively in the middle of the road to avoid the car that’s going to hit it.

My hands folded themselves across my chest as Zoe became more firm in her ministrations, sending those happy little jolts you get when you play with yourself. My legs inched apart without conscious thought or effort from me as she pressed a finger into the cleft of my pudenda. I brushed the hair away from my forehead as my heart-rate started to increase and my breath shallowed out.

She removed her hand momentarily to slip it under the waistband of my pyjamas, the touch of skin on skin causing me to gasp as she moistened her fingers in the wetness that was oh so obviously coating my nether lips. In contrast I had to keep licking my lips as they dried out out due to my increasingly rapid breathing. I could feel my nipples crinkling up even more tightly and standing out against my crop top.

She moved in closer, nuzzling my bare shoulder and I felt the overwhelming urge, the need to pleasure her as she was pleasuring me. I placed my right hand on her pussy; her night-dress had ridden up and there was her smooth flesh against my finger tips. As she stroked my clit I resolved to mirror her actions by doing the same. My index finger sought out the sensitive little bead of flesh that I knew would thrill her as she was thrilling me.

Hearing her moan increased my own arousal and my hips started to rise and fall, she pressed harder against me and suddenly a small orgasm was followed by a series of big ones that washed through me. I grasped the duvet in my free hand as that blast of pleasure made me forget what I was doing to her. She rolled closer, trapping my hand between her thighs, squeezing it as I rode my cum.

Zoe took pity on me at that point I think, she lay beside me and cradled my head on her chest as I slowly came down, every so often little aftershocks would rush through me, each trailing a slowly decreasing level of pleasure. I’d never experienced anything like it, even when I’d tried that coke with Zoe, whatever Zoe had done to me I wanted more. She gently stroked my perspiration dampened hair tenderly as we lay there.

Eventually I started to breathe again, panting and seeking her lips. We kissed passionately as she drew her hand from my pussy, when we broke the kiss she wiped her fingers across her lips, coating them with my juices so I could smell myself on them which made me even more excited as we kissed, more gently this time, once again.

Now she was kneading my breast again, chafing her thumbnail over my nipples through the material of the crop top.

I realised I was seriously overdressed for this as she rolled into the dominant position. She sort of scrambled to her knees and pulled the duvet away, her soft lips on mine, she put her hand back on my pussy again, stroking me with the whole palm of her hand, as my legs parted automatically. Pausing, she knelt back onto her heels, pulling me upright into a sitting position and pulling my crop-top off, over my head. Her boobs were right in front of me as I placed my head against them, the soft mounds inviting pillows. I grasped the hem of her night-dress, raising it up to give me access.

This was my chance to see her; toned arms, firm high breasts, the gold stars replaced by little bars, the flash of silver from the spangle in her hard flat belly, her slim hips flaring from the waist. Little details; a mole in the valley between her breasts almost impossible to see against her chocolate smooth skin, the little crows feet at the side of her eyes that hinted at a readiness to smile.

There it was at eye level; a hard, dark brown nipple, surrounded by a slightly lighter aureole, just begging to be suckled. I licked at it with the tip of my tongue eliciting a small shudder from Zoe, then I took it between my lips, sucking it into my mouth. That got me a moan of pleasure from her. I ran my tongue over the metal bar.

“Yes.” she gasped as I scraped my teeth over the puckered hard flesh of her teat.

I looked up into her half closed eyes as I nibbled, sucked and teased both of her nipples. She held my head against her tits, small moans encouraging me to be more forceful in my attentions, her breathing causing her breasts to rise and fall in a wonderfully sexy way. I rose up to kiss her once again, our breasts crushing together in passion, her hard nipples prominent against my skin.

My hips were moving of their own volition, trying to get that little extra stimulation I was beginning to desperately need to cum again, but she continued to keep me on the edge for I don’t know how long.

Aunt Peg

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My mother’s younger sister, Peg, was only about 10 years older than I was and she used to baby-sit when I was younger. About seven years ago she married a farmer and moved away. Three years later her husband died in a car crash and she decided to try and make a go of the farm by her self. At first it seemed that she would be able to keep the farm profitable, but after two bad seasons she had to sell off most of the farm to pay her debts. The one thing she held onto was the apple orchard and she concentrated her efforts on making it work.

The problem for her was labour. She could not afford to hire a full time worker and in the summer there was too much for her to look after by her self. I was nineteen at the time and she offered me a summer job helping her on the farm. I was eager to get away from home for the summer and jumped at the opportunity. As soon as my university classes were finished for the year I headed for the farm.

I hadn’t seen Peg for about five years but from what I remembered she was a very attractive woman. She stood about 5’7″ and had golden blond hair. As a young teen I often fantasised about fucking my ‘older Aunt’. She was well proportioned with firm breasts and a small waist. I laughed to myself and supposed that by now she had turned into a typical big ol’ farm mama. Boy was I wrong. When I arrived at the farm Peg greeted me at the door with a big hug and a kiss. I stood there dazed looking at this goddess who was my Aunt.

“What’s wrong Hal?” she asked.

“Nothing” I stammered. “I just forgot how beautiful you were.”

Peg blushed a little but I could tell that she liked the compliment. I unloaded my car and settled in for the summer. Over the next few days Peg showed me the ropes of tending an apple orchard. I was surprised at how much work was involved. I had just assumed that apples grew and you picked them in the fall. The days were long I was very tired come nightfall.

The farm was a good 30 minutes from the nearest town so in the evenings we just sat and talked or watched TV. She had a satellite dish so there was plenty to choose from. One night I couldn’t sleep and I was just channel surfing not really watching anything. I accidentally punched in a channel that had been edited out and there on the TV was a porno station. I had been working so hard that I hadn’t even thought about sex, but now my dick grew hard in a flash. On the screen two girls were sucking this guy’s huge hard cock. One had his dick in her mouth and the other was sucking on his balls. The camera would swing around and zoomed in on the girl’s asses and you would get a great view of their shaved pussies. The girls would reach between their legs and play with themselves as they continued to suck the guy’s cock.

I watched with envy and took out my dick and started to jack off. My balls were very tight and I realised that I hadn’t masturbated in a while. My girlfriend and I had a fairly regular sex life but since coming out to the farm I just thought about work and sleep. On the screen one of the girls had moved and was licking the other’s cunt while the first one continued to suck the guy off. I could feel my orgasm building and just as I was about to cum the guy on the screen took his dick out of the girl’s mouth and blew his load all over her face and tits. At the same time my dick shot a stream of cum straight up about a foot and it landed on my chest and all over my hand, which was still holding onto my dick.

I lay back exhausted as the cum ran down between my legs and around my balls. I cleaned myself up and went to bed but I made sure that I knew how to find that station again.

The next morning Peg asked me if I had a restful sleep to which I replied it was the best so far. She smiled and I wondered what Peg would do if she only knew what a good night it had been. It was difficult for me to keep my mind on my work. Every time I saw Peg I would remember the two girls sucking the guy’s dick. I tried to focus on my chores but Peg wasn’t making it easy. The day was a particularly hot one and Peg had changed into a pair of shorts and a halter-top. I could see her nipples poking through the material and occasionally I caught a glimpse of her lovely white breasts.

Finally the day ended and I went to take a shower before supper. As I stood under the hot water I closed my eyes and thought about Peg. I imagined what her naked body was like and in my mind her pussy was shaved bare. I started to rub my dick as I thought about Peg but I stopped and shook my head. This was not a good thing because I had to spend the summer Ankara escort in the same house and I couldn’t go around dream fucking my aunt even if she was a total knockout.

I finished my shower, stepped out and dried off. I then took my dirty clothes and opened the hamper. Before I could dump them in I stopped cold. There was a pair of Peg’s panties lying on top of the clothes pile. My heart started to beat faster as I reached in and picked them up. They were not really sexy but they were bikini style and I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply to breathe in Peg’s scent. I dropped my clothes and started to masturbate as I held the panties to my face.

I immediately fantasised about Peg and, as I sniffed the crotch of her panties, I was licking her cunt in my mind. In my fantasy Peg responded by taking my dick in her mouth and greedily sucked my pole right down to my balls. I took the panties and wrapped them around my dick as I continued to jack off. I was beyond stopping now and I put the panties back to my face to get another whiff of Peg’s pussy juice. I was so absorbed in my fantasy that I didn’t hear the door open and Peg walk in. She let out a yell of surprise and closed the door stepping back into the hall. I was totally mortified. What could I do? Peg had caught me jerking off as I sniffed her panties. I just stood there trembling.

“Hal I want to come in, OK?” Peg said.

I didn’t even hear her I was too frozen with fear.

“Hal, did you hear me, are you alright, please let me come in.”

I still said nothing and Peg slowly opened the door and stepped into the bathroom.

“Hal, I am truly sorry. I had no idea that you were in here. Please don’t be angry.”

I was still naked, with my now soft dick, standing in front of Peg. “No Peg” I said, “Its me who should be sorry. I just lost control and wasn’t thinking. I should never have let that happen. If you want I will go back home and we can forget all about this”.

“Hal, do you like my panties?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Pardon?” I said.

“Do you like my panties? Those ones are just for everyday wear. I have much nicer ones for fun. Would you like to see them.”

All I could do was nod my head. Peg reached out and took my dick in her hand and led me to her bedroom.

“Help me get undressed.”

I started to remove her halter-top and she was undoing her shorts. Her breasts were full and firm and I took them in my hands. Meanwhile Peg was busy playing with my dick and balls.

“Take off my shorts. I want you to see my panties.”

I dropped to my knees and slowly pulled her shorts down her tanned legs. She was wearing a pair of white satin panties and there was a wet spot over her cunt. I tucked my hands inside her panties and grabbed hold of her ass. Then I leaned forward and began kissing her panty-covered snatch.

“Do you like my panties Hal?”

“I love your panties. I want to rub my face all over your panties. I want to rub my dick all over your panties. I want to cum in your panties.”

“Lick me. I’m so horny I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since you arrived. I have dreamt about you every night. Oh Hal suck my clit and make me cum.”

I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and drove my tongue deep into her wet snatch. Peg moaned with delight and I knew that she was very close to orgasm. I moved my hands to the crack of her ass and found her tight little bum hole. I used a finger and probed her rosebud, which added to her enjoyment.

“Ugh, I’m cumming don’t stop”. Peg’s orgasm was very intense and she sprayed my face with her juices. I kept my lips glued to her clit and only let go when she pulled my head away and looked into my eyes. “Hal, that was the best I ever had. You were wonderful. Now its my turn to make you happy.”

I stood up and Peg took me over to her bed and had me sit down on the edge. “Do you really like my panties?” she asked again.

“Peg, to be very honest I have a thing about panties. The sight of a girl in sexy panties turns me on big time. I like to rub my dick all over a panty-covered bum and when I jerk off I like to cum in a pair of panties. Panties are a passion.”

“Do you like to wear panties when you jerk off? God that would be sexy to watch. Would you do that for me? Jerk off while wearing a pair of my panties.”

“Yes Peg I would. But you would have to let me cum on your face.”

“Deal, stand up.” I stood up and Peg went to her dresser. “Let’s find a nice pair of panties. What about these?” she asked, holding a pair of lace bikini Ankara escort bayan panties.

“They look great,” I said. “Come and put them on me.”

Peg got down on her knees and I stepped into the panties. She then pulled them up but stopped at my dick and started to suck on my cock. Her wet mouth was a natural fit for my hard cock. After a couple of minutes of deep sucking she finished putting on the panties and sat back on the edge of the bed. I stood in front of her and started to rub myself through the lace panty.

Peg was entranced and I took my cock out through the side of the panties and started to jerk off about three inches from her face. She watched every stroke and I used my other hand to cup my balls and roll them around. Peg slipped a hand between her legs and started to play with her cunt but she never took her eyes off my dick. I would move close and bounce my dick on her lips and then move back and continue stroking myself. I could feel my cum starting to rise and told Peg to get ready. She opened her mouth with the first spurt and I let fly with my load. It went everywhere on her face and when I was done I used my dick to spread it around and scrape it into her mouth. Peg took my cum covered cock and sucked me clean, swallowing all she could.

“Hal that was wonderful. You have a beautiful cock and as soon as we have recovered a little I want to find out how it feels inside my pussy.” Peg stood up and we wrapped our arms around one another. I ran my hands over her ass and squeezed each cheek. Peg did the same to me. “Tell me about the first time you jerked off on a pair of panties.”

“Well do you remember my cousin Ann. She’s on my father’s side of the family. Anyway, they were visiting I guess when I was about 16. One day we were having fun in the pool and I got out to get changed. I went upstairs and spotted her panties laying on the bed in the spare room. I took them and hid them in my room and later that night I jerked off while playing with her panties. After that I was hooked.”

“Hal, we can have a lot of fun this summer if you want. I know that we are blood but that shouldn’t stop us from enjoying the next few weeks before you have to start school again. Ever since Bill died I have been a quiet widow but once I saw you standing in the door the day you arrived I decided to throw caution to the wind. I am very glad that you didn’t throw me out when I came back into the bathroom. As soon as I realized what was happening I knew that I had to act fast or you might not be willing to participate in my summer plans.”

“Peg, there is something that you can do for me right now. As a matter of fact we can both do it.”

“What is it. I won’t say no.”

“I want to shave your pussy and I want you to shave me. That’s another thing that really turns me on, a shaved slit.”

“God yes”, said Peg. “I did it for Bill before but he didn’t really like it. I loved having everything smooth and hair free. So who goes first?”

“I’ll shave you first and then you shave me. I’ll get my razor and shave cream and you get a pair of scissors, a small container with some warm water and a towel for the bed.”

We were back in a flash and I had Peg lay down at the edge of the bed with her legs spread as wide as she could.

“This is no good,” she said. “I want to watch. The counter in the bathroom is pretty wide and I can lean against the wall.”

We moved to the bathroom and she got set up on the counter. I knelt in front of her and started to trim her pubic hair with the scissors. When all that was left was stubble I took some warm water and wet down her snatch. Then I applied the shaving cream and started to remove the remaining hair. Occasionally I would stop and insert a finger into Peg’s wet hole. Peg loved it and she would hold my hand and pretend it was a dildo moving in and out of her sweet box. Soon all her hair was gone and Peg leaned over to get a close up view of her smooth pussy. She was very pleased and I took the opportunity to run my tongue up and down her slit to test its smoothness.

Peg moaned and grabbed the back of my head and held me against her pussy. I shoved my tongue as far as I could up her hairless hole and wrapped my lips around her erect clit. Peg screamed and rammed her snatch into my face as if she was fucking my tongue. I became more forceful and I pinched her clit with my lips. Peg screamed out loud and came so hard that I thought she would split my head as she clenched her thighs tightly around my ears.

Peg turned out to be a squirter. She nearly flooded Escort Ankara my mouth with her cum juice. I pulled back slightly and watched her go through her own ejaculation. I opened her cunt lips and her whole inside was convulsing. I then covered her entire cunt with my mouth and squeezed her outer lips together while she continued to throb and moan as her orgasm subsided.

“My oh my but you know how to use that tongue of yours,” Peg said weakly. “It should be registered with the police as a lethal weapon”

“Peg, you have the most perfect pussy. It demands to be licked. I can’t help myself under those conditions.” I then started to gently kiss her cunt and slip my tongue between her lips.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she pleaded. “It’s my turn to shave you.”

Peg jumped down and I took her place on the counter top. She took the scissors and cut as much of the hair as she could. She then spread the shaving cream around my crotch. Peg wanted a good size area cleaned off and she began to shave me at the waist. I watched fascinated with what she was doing. Sometimes Peg would kiss my dick as she shaved me. I was able to keep my dick soft so that it wouldn’t interfere with her work. But the more she kissed it the harder it got and soon it was a rigid pole. Since Peg needed both hands to do the shaving she used her mouth to keep my cock out of the way.

Soon she was removing the hair around my balls and I held my legs wide for her. She shaved my balls and the whole area between my thighs. She then stopped and started to lick my ass hole. No one had ever done that to me before. I closed my eyes and moaned with delight. Peg ran her tongue up to my sack and sucked on my balls then she would return to my butt and lick my ass some more.

I reached down and started to play with myself but Peg removed my hand and took my cock into her mouth. I couldn’t help it I started to move my hips up and down fucking Peg’s mouth. Peg shoved one of her fingers into my ass and I redoubled my fucking motion in her mouth. All of a sudden I exploded with a fountain of cum and Peg held my dick tightly as I pumped my load into her mouth. She didn’t move until my dick was soft and then she let it slip from between her lips.

“Peg, that was the best. I know that I am not worldly when it comes to blowjobs but that was the best.”

We decided to take a break and have supper but first Peg led me by the cock back to her room.

“We need to dress for supper,” she said. “What panties should I wear?”

“Show me something sheer and in a thong,” I replied. “I want to have an unrestricted view of your ass. I may even want to have it for dessert.”

Peg pulled out a pale blue see thru thong that was just what the doctor ordered.

“Perfect,” I said. “Give them to me and stand over here.” I sat on the edge of the bed and had Peg stand in front of me. Her shaved pussy was directly in front of my face and I gave her cunt a couple of quick kisses. I held the panties for her and she stepped into them. I then pulled them up and had her turn around so I could adjust the thong between the cheeks of her ass. I took a couple of minutes and just admired her behind. It was perfect. I leaned forward and took one of the globes and sucked on it like it was a breast. I licked up and down her ass crack and rubbed my face all over her behind. I spread her cheeks and licked her tight little hole. I probed it with my tongue as I opened her ass as wide as I could. I buried myself between the cheeks and then closed them around my face. The smell was a mix of cunt juice and musk and I didn’t want to stop breathing it in.

Peg slipped her hand inside her panties and put a finger in her cunt and rubbed her clit. I was rock hard and I wanted to fuck that sweet pussy. I stood up and eased Peg onto the bed. I got between her legs, pulled the crotch of the panties aside and slipped my cock into her swollen pussy. I started humping away lost in the bliss of Peg’s wet cunt.

We didn’t speak a word as we fucked. Our mouths were locked in a carnal kiss, our tongues exploring each other. Because we had already cum earlier it would be some time before we felt the tinges of another orgasm start to build. We were both covered in sweat and I buried my face in Peg’s neck. I sensed that Peg was about ready to cum and I started to ram my cock in and out of her cunt like a piston in an engine. Peg couldn’t control herself and she bit my shoulder and dug her nails in my ass as her orgasm consumed her.

There was no way that I was going to cum so we just lay there until we had enough strength to have a shower. We spent the rest of the night gently fondling each other and Peg made me cum one more time before we crawled to bed totally exhausted.

This was one summer job with great fringe benefits.