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I couldn’t believe I couldn’t find them. I remembered packing them. I finally turned to Julie who was getting impatient waiting for me. I’d overslept — I’m definitely not a morning person!

“Did you see my briefs, baby?”

“No… you forgot to pack them, didn’t you?”

She had a mischievous look in her eyes which made me a little suspicious but the weight of her stare was bearing down on me.

She tossed me something that landed on the floor next to my bag.

“We were supposed to be at the trailhead 20 minutes ago, sleepy princess. Bobby and Jo are probably waiting for us. I’m tired of waiting for you — just put those on.”

I was annoyed by the honorific but hid it. I picked up what she had tossed. It was a black pair of her underwear. Boy shorts. Not too frilly or anything… frankly they weren’t that different from my briefs but still… I wasn’t going to put on her panties. I dropped them and grabbed my shorts.

“I’ll just go commando.”

“Don’t even think about it. Put them on or you’ll chafe. It’s a 10 mile hike. Hurry!”

I knew she’d be pissed all day if I delayed further and figured she was probably right. Plus, I had blown a ton of money on the fancy cabin we’d spent the night in and wanted to fuck her hard tonight so I gave in and put them on. We’d been doing this glamping thing for the last few years and I was starting to get into it. Julie loved the outdoors but I didn’t like roughing it. Fucking in a little tent… fuck that. Glamping allowed us to meet in the middle. Out all day in nature but civilization at night.

Julie gave me a cat whistle and slapped my ass on the way out of the cabin but otherwise the rest of the morning was uneventful. We met our friends at the trailhead and had a great hike. Afterwards we all went out for a few beers and BBQ. It was a great time but at one point Julie leaned into me as she grabbed my upper thigh and whispered in my ear, “did my sleepy princess like her panties?”

I blushed and retorted with a quiet “fuck you.” She played it off by laughing and winking at me. I was a little pissed. More embarrassed I guess. I could feel myself getting hard though and I took it out on her that night. We fucked hard and long. I even pinned her down and all but had my cock in her ass but she fucking cock blocked that… still I fucked her mouth and pussy good. We were up until about 2:00 in the morning fucking and drinking and I passed out hard after I came the second time.

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I don’t know how many times I snoozed the next morning or how many times Julie told me to get my ass out of bed. As I mentioned, I’m not a morning person whereas Julie is one of those crazy people that can run 10 miles at 6:00 in the morning after partying all night.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I opened my eyes.. Julie had my balls in hand and was squeezing just enough to wake me the fuck up.

“I’ve loaded up the jeep already, princess. I’m leaving in 5 minutes — I’m not getting stuck in traffic like last year.”

Julie let go of my family jewels and walked out. I looked at the clock and saw it was 6:00. Jesus, it was ridiculously early and it was only a 3 hour drive back. But that was Julie… bang, bang, bang. Up and at them first thing in the morning. I heard our jeep start up and jumped out of bed. She really had packed everything and loaded the car. She’d left my naked ass a pair of clothes but right there on top of my jeans was a pink thong of hers. All lacy and shit. Fuck that I thought as I put on my shirt and jeans. Jammed my feet into my kicks and put the panties in my pocket as I ran out of the cabin.

Julie had the jeep warmed up and ready to go in the dark parking lot. I grabbed the passenger door but it wouldn’t open. Julie cracked the window a tiny bit and looked my way. She was wearing my old John Deere baseball cap. She said, “My princess is going to show me her panties before she gets in.”

I grabbed the panties and held them against the window as I said, “fuck that, let me in. It’s cold out here!”

She persisted, “put on those panties, sleepy princess.”

She started slowly driving away but then stopped. I ran up and before I could say anything she laughed and said, “Get in my headlights and put your pretty little panties on where I can watch you or you’ll be going home with Bobby and Jo.”

I knew I was defeated. Julie had a little crazy in her and while I knew she wouldn’t leave me behind, I also knew she’d fuck with me for a while just for shits and giggles and I was fucking cold. The parking lot was totally empty and no lights were on in the surrounding hotel or cabins so I swallowed my pride and stepped in front of the headlights, took down my jeans and began to put the panties on. I jumped and nearly fell over when Julie pressed hard on the horn. I yanked the panties on and my jeans over them and ran back to the jeep before anyone might wake Fast link up and look out.

Julie let me in this time with a big shit eating grin on her face. I was mad and about to yell at her when she leaned over and put her hand in my lap — to my chagrin I was fucking hard and that shut me up. She didn’t say a word but just turned back and drove off.

I couldn’t help but admire how easily she got in my head. No-one ever controlled me like she did. The thing is, if I got mad she’d just look at me with those baby blues, say she was just joking, and I’d melt.

I sulked for a bit but I was so tired that I fell asleep quickly.

I woke up a couple of hours later. We were stopped at a gas station and Julie was filling us up. After she grabbed a bag out of the back and went into the gas station. She was gone forever. When she finally came back, she tossed her bag in and then got back into the driver’s seat. I didn’t say anything as I suddenly became very self conscious that I was still wearing the panties. The sun was bright and she had her aviator sunglasses on. She was beautiful but with my baseball cap on and the sunglasses she had a slightly masculine feel to her. That went up a notch when she put an unlit cigar in her mouth. It was a crazy quirk but my little Julie liked smoking cigars occasionally.

Julie drove off as she turned to me and said in a masculine Southern drawl, “Good morning boy.” She sounded just like Foghorn Leghorn. Julie was an actress and great at accents and voices.

I didn’t respond. I was still waking up from my car nap and not in the mood for games.

“Speak up boy.”

I was too tired for this but let out a reluctant, “I’m good.”

“Is that right boy? You good, huh?”

She reached over, grabbed my jaw and turned my head towards her, “I bet those purty lips of yours are good. You must be right popular boy.”

I lifted my head to escape her clutches and looked out my window. I thought about what was going on. Julie had just starred in an off broadway play in which she played the gorgeous mistress of a Confederate Colonel in Civil War Virginia. Her leading man was really attractive and they had a couple of steamy love scenes in the play. Her overactive libido had gone even further up when rehearsals had started. I enjoyed the rewards even though the ember that lit the fire made me jealous. Julie was brutally honest and didn’t hide that she was attracted to him. I knew she’d never cheat on me but it didn’t stop her from fucking with me — doing things like telling me to fuck her like the Colonel when we were fucking.

I went to the premier with a bunch of friends. It was torture watching her with the Colonel. I was embarrassed but hard as a rock while I watched the Colonel pawing her ass and breasts and passionately kissing her. To make it worse all our friends kept looking at me and teased me endlessly afterwards. I could feel my erection throbbing — I hated myself for being wired that way. I saw the show a handful more times — usually with friends and my reaction was always the same.

I stopped daydreaming and snapped back into reality. She was playing the Colonel and that was going to put me in the role of her mistress or sleepy princess… but now she was calling me ‘boy’… I knew I was overthinking things. And fuck… I still had those panties on… And a damn hard on that wouldn’t quit.

We were getting close to home. Julie got off the freeway and at a red light she turned to me.

“I do declare boy, looks like you are coping with one helluva e-reckshun.”

I blushed.

“Let me see what you packing boy.”

I looked at her with uncertainty but couldn’t read her eyes behind those sunglasses. Her lips were wrapped around the cigar, nonetheless I felt a subtle snear.

“Don’t be shy boy… it’s just us boys… you slower than molasses on a winter day. Pull down them dungarees or I got half a mind to whip you to tarnation.”

I didn’t want to. I wasn’t going to… but my hands were operating on their own. It felt surreal as I unzipped and undid my belt. I shimmied up a bit and yanked my jeans down to my knees. My cheeks were beet red as I felt her stare at my hard on popping out from under the panties.

“Oh, so you one of them, boy? Now I know why you so shy. I do wonder how your hot little girlfriend would feel about your unholy proclivities.”

The light turned green and we started moving again.

“Unzip me boy.”

I kept obeying her. I felt like my free will was gone. She unsnapped her jeans and I leaned over and unzipped them.

She had my briefs on! I laughed. She was clever. I sat back in my seat and was about to put my jeans back on.

“You ain’t done boy. Pull down these damn skivvies. You hear boy?”

I looked again at her crotch and noted a bulge this time. My head spun and my mouth went dry as I leaned over and touched her. I was pretty sure it was a strap-on.

“Don’t be shy boy, pull my cock out and see what the Colonel is cooking with.”

I felt a punch fast links in my gut when she called herself the Colonel but went ahead and pulled the strap-on out. It was big.

She was still driving and without skipping a beat she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her lap. I couldn’t believe I opened my mouth… but I did. She kept the pressure on and soon the phallus hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I tried to sit up but I had no leverage and she was easily able to keep me going down on her with her hand on my head.

“The Colonel has a big cock, yessiree. It’s been driving your slutty girlfriend crazy in rehearsals.”

She pushed down hard again and I gagged once more. She kept me down for a half beat longer than the time before but then let up a bit as I gagged. She repeated this a bunch more times — holding me down longer and with more force each time and never taking the cock all the way out of my mouth. My eyes were so teary I could barely see the strands of my saliva emanating from the faux cock to my mouth. My breathing was ragged and short as the large phallus almost entirely prevented me from breathing through my mouth.

I felt the car stop and it got darker as I heard our garage door closing. We were home. Julie put her seat back a bit while maintaining a firm grip on my head.

“Boy, you know why the Good Lord gave you ears?”

As she said it, she grabbed both my ears and started bobbing my head up and down on her cock. She quickly ramped up the speed and force. On every downstroke, her cock would bruise the back of my throat. Soon I noticed I was making the ‘guh guh guh’ noise that porn stars make when they are being brutally mouthfucked. The more pathetic I felt, the harder I got.

I’d done this to Julie before but never for long. She kept me going and going. I was in such an awkward position. I couldn’t really move my arms and the emergency brake was digging into my ribs. I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. Julie sensed my struggles and let up a bit. She raised the steering wheel, put her seat back as far as it would go, and told me to kneel in front of her. I did as she said. There wasn’t enough room but I managed to squeeze myself in. The ribbed driver’s mat started cutting into my knees. Once in position she leaned forward and grabbed my hard cock.

I gasped as she rubbed the head. I could tell I was leaking pre-cum. I was desperate to cum.

“You a right happy cocksucker, ain’t you boy?

I felt utterly humiliated as I nodded my head yes.

“You want my cum in the back of your throat don’t you boy?”

I nodded again.

“You bes’ address the Colonel properly and beg to swallow his fat cock and cum.”

I hesitated. I knew that she wanted me to fully take on this role. We used to role play a bit — stupid stuff like student/teacher as it suited her dramatic flair but I could never get into character. I was too self conscious. She got frustrated with me and eventually we stopped. I loved Julie and in the fog of sexual arousal I gave in and became what she desired in that moment.

Julie slapped me with her cock and then rubbed it all over my face.

“Beg for it boy.”

It was barely more than a whisper but I said it. I knew what she really wanted was for me to call her Colonel.

I felt my cock spasm and butterflies in my stomach as I said, “Please Colonel, let me suck your fat cock and swallow your cum.”

“What you think boy? What you think your hot little girlfriend would think if she knew you got the mouth of a dime store hooker. She done make me so hard every time I kissed her. She’d always gasp like a debutante surprised by a water moccasin when she felt my big cock stabbing her thigh. I’d say the dirtiest things to her and she’d just sigh and say ‘please’. That night at the premiere… You remember boy?”

I nodded.

“I told your dirty little Julie that I was going to fuck her in front of you. Make you my cuckold. I got the measure of your jib and I made her swear she would never let anyone fuck her tight little ass but me… You hear that boy? She promised I owned her ass… She tol’ me I made her wetter than catfish soup. Now beg the Colonel to fuck your Julie. To fuck her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass. Beg for it boy.”

I couldn’t stop myself, “Please Colonel… fuck my Julie. Please… I’ll… I’ll swallow you so you can fuck her… fuck her… please.”

Julie had a huge smile as I opened my mouth and eagerly swallowed her cock without her help. I tried to look up at her like I’d made so many girls do to me when I fucked their mouth. I forced the cock into the back of my throat and made myself gag. I tried several more times and gagged over and over but finally I got the cock into my throat. Somehow Julie felt it and she leaned forward again. She put one hand on the back of my head and started thrusting with her hips to fuck my throat. She grabbed my cock with her other hand and started jacking me roughly. I wasn’t going to last long.

She yelled, “I’m cumming boy!!!” right as I started cumming. She held me down on her cock as I moaned around it while she collected my cum in her hand.

She let go of my head and I coughed and sniffled as her cock left my throat. I wiped my eyes and saw her coating her cock with my cum. I slowly caught my breath and could feel my cheeks flush a deep red. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was hard to read her with her sunglasses still on. She lit her cigar and took several deep puffs blowing the smoke towards me.

In a smug Southern drawl she said, “hunting dogs hunt. woodchucks chuck wood. Cum swallowers swallow cum… I want to watch you lick the Colonel’s cock clean.”

I didn’t want to… my heightened arousal was transiently sated allowing my self consciousness to come rushing back… but I felt so defeated… After the things I said… What did she think of me now? I gave in.

I looked up at her as I licked my cum off. It had a salty flavor and an odd texture. It was hard to swallow and Julie enjoyed watching my struggles. She kept pointing out gobs I’d missed and even made me lick her fingers clean.

“The Colonel’s cum is finger licking good, ain’t it boy?”

I just looked up at her and continued fellating her fingers.

Once she was satisfied I’d gotten it all she told me to get in the backseat as she opened her door and stepped out. I obeyed once more. I climbed between the front seats into the back and then opened the door for Julie. She pulled a little bottle out of her pocket — I was pretty sure it was lube and briefly marveled at her planning and execution.

“Flip over boy. That dread you may be feeling is rightfully there but shall be overcome by inevitability.” She snickered. The cold lube hit my ass. She got in position awkwardly — the back seat wasn’t wide. Once she had the cock in place she told me to back up on it. I did slowly all the while thinking how crazy it was — she’d never let me fuck her ass but now she was taking mine. It hurt like hell but I impaled myself with effort. My skin had a cold sweat as I kept moving back a little bit at a time. Once she was satisfied, she plunged into me balls deep. She quickly built up speed, force, and rhythm. She was rough with me — slapping my ass hard and bucking into me with groans of exertion. She pulled my head back and held her hand over my mouth and nose so I couldn’t breath — occasionally lifting her hand to offer me the briefest moments of respite. All the while, she was whispering the dirtiest things in my ear. Words so lewd as to never be repeatable. I have no idea how long it lasted but eventually she collapsed onto my back — sweaty and hyperventilating.

Once she caught her breath, she kissed my back and I could feel her tenderness again. I heard her regular voice for the first time since the gas station.

She said, “meet me in the bedroom” and hopped out of the jeep. It took me a few minutes to exit the jeep as my jeans were down to my ankles. I eventually maneuvered out. I went into the guest bathroom to clean up a bit and then went into the bedroom. Julie was coming in from the master bathroom. She had taken off the baseball cap and sunglasses. She was smoking her cigar and had poured herself a Scotch neat. She took a sip as she sat on the bed. She gestured for me to sit next to her.

“That was so hot.” I was relieved to hear still talking in her normal voice.

I nodded. I didn’t know what to say.

“Are you ok?”

I nodded again.

“I love you. I loved that. I loved seeing you lose control. I loved feeling power over you.”

I could feel my cheeks flushing again.

“You liked it?”

I nodded.

“I don’t know… it was a lot… but… I mean… I guess?”

“You were harder than I’ve ever seen you.”

“Yeah.” I admitted with resignation.

“Are we good? Did I… did I go too far… are you feeling… I don’t know… are we good?”

Julie leaned in and hugged me, “we are good baby. I loved it. Love, love, love, loved it. I couldn’t believe you got that thing into your throat and ass! Are you sore?”

“Yeah” I admitted shyly.

She beamed with pride, “ass or throat?”

“Both.”

She kissed me deeply.

She laughed and said, “You taste like cum.”

I blushed again.

I continued, “Are you and the Colonel… going to… I know you like him… and think he’s hot. And I said things… “

When we first started dating Julie had a couple of fuck buddies that she continued to see. She was open about it and told me she was cool with me fucking around but I was too into her to be interested in anyone else. She liked making me jealous as she could feel the power it gave her over me. Even after we got serious and she stopped fucking others in the flesh she would still fuck with my head. Just the weekend before we were dancing at a wedding and she whispered in my ear about how she had just blown the groom and best man and they had both cum in her mouth. I hated myself for getting as hard as I did but I pulled her in as she confessed her tale. She started kissing me passionately, occasionally stopping to ask me if I could still taste their cum in her mouth.It was all fantasy but in the moment it felt so real.

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Neil dismissed his secretary as she requested an early lunch, watching her sweet little bottom jiggle in the figure hugging skirt as she walked away. A sigh of regret, a delectable lady within his reach but totally unavailable. Typical, he mused wryly, you always want what you can’t have. He would love to have her on his sofa. One time he had walked in on her; she was sprawled on his sofa. Immediately she moved to sit up, but her groan of pain stopped her. He quickly responded, closing the office door and squatted in front of her. She looked up at him, apologetic, embarrassed and helpless. She had pulled a back muscle when lifting files and was attempting to stretch out the tense muscle. Her expression and her eyes, which were swimming with tears that she refused to shed, touched him.

He sat behind her and gave her a gentle massage, pinpointing the tense muscle, using slow gentle touches, increasing them gradually into deep bone melting kneads. Her sigh and whimpers were indicating her pleasure as she wriggled for more. Neil was contemplating taking it further by massaging the butt of his fantasy, when the shrill chirp of his phone resounded.

Both jumped as their little sensual cavern burst. Neil moved over to pick up the desk phone, murmuring small talk as he watched her rise from the sofa. He could see that she was affected by the massage, Her face was flushed, her eyes were sparkling, her breathing in quick pants. That drew his eyes to her moving chest and aroused nipples that were distending her shirt. Delicious; he could feel his cock swell and he quickly sat down at his desk lest she see the effect she had on him.

He cleared his throat, “Take the rest of the day off. Go home and have a hot bath and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She smiled with gratitude and expressed her thanks, making him feel like a conquering hero. Watching her gingerly letting herself out, he explored his fantasy with Anna.

He wished he could peel her pencil skirt away and rub her butt cheeks. Then he would bend over and lick them, nibbling on the small of her back, then run his tongue down her butt cleft, over her rosebud, pressing against it gently, enjoying her reaction, downward over her perineum to her pussy. He would roll her over so that he was looking up at her pussy, wet and ripe, and pull her down onto his face with his mouth opened wide to consume her succulent cunt. ‘Delicious.’ He thought as he watched her put her shoes back on, straighten up, and leave the office.

Thinking back to that time conjured up irresistible desires that needed relief. With a spare 40 mins until his next meeting he lowered his seat and slid down to the edge of his chair, then unzipped his fly as he stared at the door intently as if to dare people to come in and see an immaculate executive with a hard cock pointing upwards. The excitement and the thrill of being caught with his hands rubbing his cock was spine-tingling to say the least.

Stroking it, he fantasised about fucking Anna doggie style, then over his desk. He wanted to see her face flushed with pleasure, her neat hair dishevelled, he wanted to turn his neat prim little PA into his personal whore – pleasure machine. He imagined her kneeling under his table sucking his cock, moaning as licentious Web Tools images flickered through his imagination. His cock was drooling pre-cum, his hand sliding faster and faster over his shaft, stimulating the rim, and a squeeze at the base of every stroke had him cumming. Shaking in his chair, his cock jerked, gushing out long creamy squirts of cum.

With a sigh of relief, he proceeded to clean up the mess and prepare for the team meeting. Picking up the file Anna had left on his desk with the relevant reports, he quickly realised that a vital report was missing and he required it for the meeting. Having no idea where he would find such information he had no choice but to find Anna.

Walking to the lift, he passed Lily the receptionist and asked her if She knew where Anna had gone for lunch. Lily hadn’t asked but did note that she had gone down to the basement. Perplexed, he called for a lift and as he waited he puzzled over Anna’s strange destination. He knew that Anna didn’t have a car so her request for a early lunch and choosing the basement was a puzzling question.

As the door opened, Mark, one of the executives in today’s meeting, stepped out. “Hey mate! Word from the top, the meeting has been cancelled. David asked me to tell you.”

Mark was a sales executive and always had the right words for the women in the office. The Ken doll, with a perfect head of hair and blue eyes that zapped very panty in sight, he was however a good friend to have, and did host the best football nights in the office.

David, was the Executive Manager who often disappeared at the last minute for meetings with the board. “Oh Right, when’s the reschedule?” Neil called out as Mark raced down to tell the other team members.

“Next week! Email! CEO is going on a factory tour this week. You would think they could warn us a little better? No! Oh well keeps us on our toes… Got to go! See you later mate!” And with that Mark hurried off.

Neil got into the lift that Mark had exited from and began his descent to the basement. Although he no longer needed he report, he was still curious about Anna.

The humming stopped and the doors opened silently. Looking around he noted a few cars including his own, the air-con unit and the archive room. The sound from the air con unit was deafening, but it didn’t drown out the moans that were emanating from the floor.

Thinking that someone might have been injured, he followed the sound to the archive room. The moans changed to whimpers that were all so familiar. Slowly walking in, he peered between the shelves and saw Anna.

Alarmed that Anna was hurt he almost leapt into action when he saw her kneeling on a bench, arching her back. The down light played over her features, her face a mask of feral pleasure. Her breasts were highlighted full and shimmering as her body rippled with an explosive orgasm.

Neil’s cock was so hard. His fantasy and orgasm whetted his tastebud. She was here in real flesh and he was definitely going to sample her tasty morsels.

He closed the door behind him, locking it before he walked towards her, discarding his jacket and loosening his cuffs. As he got closer he could hear her wet juicy sounds emanating from her Online Web Tools pussy, and his eyes opened wide with surprise and pleasure as her hot pink vibrator appeared from her sodden cunt only to be push back in by her eager fingers.

He stepped up to take control. She gasped as his touch and swung her head around to identify the intruder. He quickly captured her lips, his hand holding her jaw while the other wrapped around her waist holding her close as he rubbed his hard shaft against her bottom. She struggled briefly in his arms. He ignored it, continuing to feed on her lips, thrusting his tongue, demanding her to subdue. Her struggles began to cease as soon as she recognized him, and immediately his kisses softened. Soon she was liquid chocolate in his arms, emitting her whimpers once more.

He released his stronghold to turn her in his arms, his hand released her jaw to slide down to cup her breast, her chest expanded as she gasped with pleasure, his fingers circling the nipple, tight and taunt, then pinching it lightly, thrilling in the way her body stiffened and squirmed. His other hand had move lower and was cupping her pussy, his fingers spreading the wet folds as he tapped lightly on her clit.

She whimpered loudly, looking up at him, pleading for release. Her body was sizzling and she actions were more urgent; her vibrator had slipped out in the struggle and her pussy felt empty and longed for something to cling to. She could feel his hard on nudge her tummy she longed to feel it, test its thickness, stroke its soft skin – Taste it. Touch it. Fuck it.

A shiver of pleasure ran up his spine as he felt her hands rub his cock that was tenting out his executive crisp business pants, her hot little hands rubbing up and down. The sensations making him growl as he kissed her demandingly, thrusting his tongue in, tasting her. She whimpered, his mastery was bone-melting. She wanted to do anything to please him. She wanted to worship him in any way he pleased; her body was his to do as he pleased.

In her excitement her hands fumbled with his pants. He soon joined her And together they removed his pants. His cock bounced out of his boxers, thumping on his stomach before standing still; thick, red and very upright. The tip was swollen to a deep red purple, with a droplet of clear pre-cum.

Her hands reached out, eager to touch him, but he drew away. She looked up puzzled, slightly apprehensive. He smiled most wickedly as he pulled her up and backed her against the wall. “Naughty girls should be fucked against the wall,” he murmured against her lips as he lifted her up. His big hands cupped her round buttock as her legs automatically wrapped around his hips.

*His cock rampant rubbed up and down her pussy slit, her fountain of sex coating his cock with the juices, making their movements slippery and hot. Anna moaned, begging for more, His cock was rubbing her clit and it was making her hotter and hotter. “Fuck me” she chanted, and pleaded. “I need your cock, fuck me ooh! Fill me with your cock!” His need was just as hot, and slowing to position his tip at the entrance of her pussy, he looked up and maintained eye contact as he introduced his shaft to the insides of her pussy.

A Çevrimiçi Web Araçları long helpless moan escaped her as she fought to maintain eye contact. The pleasure was mind drugging as his cock began spreading her tight pussy open, sliding in, filling her to capacity with long, slow, relentless movement, pausing only when he was deep inside her. Holding still as they shared open mouth kisses, he allowed her to adjust. Her pussy was a hot wet vice around his shaft. He knew that he was stretching her, the tip of his cock was squeezed by tiny muscles as they fluttered and stretched to accommodate his wide girth. His hips began to move.

His cock felt like heaven inside her, mind drugging, she felt it slide in and in, it was soo big! She arched upwards, certain that it was big enough to come out of her mouth! Then he stopped, gasping she looked down and saw that all of his cock was inside her. She liked that idea, and her craving resurfaced as she grasps his shoulders and squirmed in his arms. Growling he slide out and thrust back in slowly at first then gaining speed as their combined lubricant eased and accelerated their motion. .

Each thrust had pleasure reverberating in her body, her pussy was dripping with love juices aching to cum. Her clit was erect and swollen seeking the stimulation as he ground his hips against her open legs.

He bent his head and nibbled and suckled on her breast, He was delights as he could feel her pussy clench with every hard nibble. Out of his control his movements was now frantic, he could feel the tingling at the base of his cock as he swivelled her, their movement frantic, open lip kisses, moans of desire and whimpers of need, as their sexual frenzy drew them close and closer.

He couldn’t believe his luck; he was fucking his dream woman up against a wall in the basement,. It was so naughty, the thrill of being caught, her desire and need for him was elating. He wanted her to cum while he was fucking her, then he wanted to bend her over the bench and fuck her ass.

It was too much and Neil balls released the pent up cum, pushing his cock into her as his shaft let off long jerks of cream and cum. She screamed as she felt him cum, her own orgasm overthrowing her. A pool of love juice surged out covering their genitals. Her pussy was wetter and hotter, swollen with lust, squeezing him, coaxing the last of his cum.

Gasping, they laid on each other. He released her legs, and his cock was still inside her just barely. His cock jerked with the afterglow, twitching against her clit and making her whimper, but she was too exhausted to move away.

She leant her head back, still gasping for air, her mind a jumble. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced and it was with her Boss! Her Boss! Shit. Oh no! A million thoughts flung through her head. “You wanted it. You have been dreaming about it ever since you got a good look at him.”

And her self-admission opens the floodgates, “His cock really did feel wonderful, so much better than Pinky, Ooh, its moving! Mmm! More of that please! Just over my clit! Mmm! Oh boy it’s getting me hot again!.” She squirmed pressing herself closer.

Neil finally regained some energy and looked up at Anna from the pillow of her breasts. Smiling most wickedly he kissed her. “I want more too.” He parted from her and helped her tug her clothes into a semblance of order. “My car is on this level, I’ve always had this fantasy about having you in the car,” he said as he dragged her towards his car.

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The dark clouds began to form and the air grew heavy as I stepped off the streetcar, a spring thunderstorm was on its way. The wind gusted, lifting the skirt of the woman in front of me. Her perfect brown legs made time slow to a crawl as the wind push her skirt high enough to offer a hint of her purple lace panties. I looked up to the skies above and silently thanked them for the little joy it had brought. It had been a long winter and even a faint glimpse of hope was welcome these days.

The smell of lilac trees opening up to greet the coming rain sent me into a lighter state of being. The first heavy drops started hitting the pavement as I climbed my front steps, kicking up the dust and cooling the air. The rumble of thunder came from the distance.

Casting off my backpack on the couch, I opened up the windows to listen to the storm and stepped into the kitchen to put the kettle on, warming my hands above the stove. Flashes of lightning sparked across the kitchen and the drapes danced with every burst of wind.

A series of loud knocks came from the front door and it opened, there stood Sarah a good old friend pulling her bike into the front room.

“Hello,” she called out, “are you home?”

“In the kitchen making tea, do you want a cup too?”

“I would love one but make it big!”

She walked into the kitchen soaked top to bottom, her white cycling dress betrayed the colour of her body and her nipples stood out. The fabric fell tightly on her hips and down past her legs, where the goose pimples started to raise.

“I am freezing, do you have any towels? Your floor is soaking,” she said..

“Don’t worry about. go warm yourself up in the shower now or you’ll get a cold.”

“Thank you,” she said and her head bowed down “are you sure?”

“Yes go, warm yourself up, I’ll grab some clothes and put those in the dryer for you.”

“Thank you, I wasn’t prepared for the rain, and your place was so close by. I hope you don’t mind.”

‘”Never, come stay for dinner, I’ll whip up some penne arrabiata. Then we can throw in a movie or something.”

“That is the best offer I have had in months.” She slowly took off her boots and peeled off her socks, revealing skin white as milk. She turned and headed towards Resim Yükle the shower, leaving me to watch her from behind. The door closed, my heart sank and my head turned back to the stove. We had been friends for such a long time, so many good times and bad, yet still always friends. With a body and a mind like that, it was sometimes too much for a man to bear.

With the tea steeped and dinner almost ready, I had distracted myself enough with dinner preps that I had forgotten to bring her dry clothes.

“Do have a sweater or something for me?”

“Shit, give me a minute. My favourite old cable knit is at your service and here are my running pants. Trade you wet for dry?”

The bathroom door opened and her hand reached out to mine while the other loosely guarded her towel. My heart skipped a beat as we brushed skin and our eyes met. Maybe it was the hot shower but she blushed and then her head bowed again.

“I’ll grab the duvet for you and meet you in the living room, dinner is served.”

“Do you have any wine? I could use a glass, it has been such a shit show of a day.” She walked out into the kitchen drying her hair.

“Grab whatever you want from the wine rack.”

“Even the good stuff?”

“Knock yourself out, there is a good spicy Rioja that would go great with dinner.”

“Perfect.”

We made quick work of dinner on the couch and forgot about the movie entirely talking about her day, my day, the long hard solemn winter and of our mutual love of lilacs. As the conversation went on, she moved closer and closer until the smell of her body lifted came over me, making it impossible to think straight. Sensing my weakness, she laid her head on my shoulder, her hand lightly landed on my thigh.

“It has been a long time you know.”

“A long time since what? Since we have seen each other?”

“Since anybody has cooked me dinner or let me park my bike in their front room.”

Her hand moved up my thigh, her touch grew warmer and stronger. I pulled the duvet over my lap and we inched even closer together. Her light blue eyes looked up at mine and the final few inches that separated us disappeared until the soft heat of her lips touched mine. They softly whispered a thank you.

The first kiss was light, only a hint of her intentions but on the second I drew her lips onto mine to let her know that I wanted more. Her breath smelt of roses and her hand moved up to gently caress my face. I worked my hand under my old sweater and explored her soft back. Enjoying every inch, every valley, she sighed and moved her body upright as my fingers reached her shoulder blades.

“Is it okay?” she asked shyly.

I chose not to say a word and instead ran my fingers through her hair, once again bringing her lips close and her body closer. Her hand moved back down from my face to my shirt and began lifting it. I followed her lead and lifted the cable knit sweater. Our bodies melted together, her skin cold at first warmed up quickly as her breasts pressed into my chest. My heart beat faster and hers began to move in sync. I pulled my hands down to her hips and gently grabbed her butt. She sighed deeply and let her head fall back to expose her neck and chest. My lips obliged.

There is no greater joy than a new body to explore and this one I was going to enjoy every minute detail of. When I reached her erect pink nipples, she greeted me with another sigh. Her hands could only lightly hold me now, her body gave way and I let her fall to the couch.

Working my way to the bottom edge of her breasts, the scent of lilac came over us and her body once again began to erupt in goose bumps. The first time I came close to her sex, she jumped and let out a small yelp. It had been a long time.

For a moment I thought she whispered no, but on the second approach I let my lips trace their way along the valley where her legs met her hips, I blew warm air on her skin and she exhaled. Every time I teased her vulva, she jumped a little. My hands once again caressed her back and she arched to escape them, lifting her body away but bringing my lips closer to her sex. I darted my tongue in and out of her in concert with her sounds and letting her rocking hips to try and catch me. With every pulse she pressed harder, until I let my tongue run inside of her up the length of her sex. Her scent filling my nose with such pleasures, it called me closer.

She moaned with delight as we repeated the dance several times and then gestured for me to kiss her on the lips. Her blue eyes reached straight into mine, telling me it was time. We exchanged tastes, her tongue explored my mouth and her legs slowly positioned themselves around my hips.

We lifted each other off the couch for a moment to let our pants fall away and she pushed me back onto the couch. Running her hair and lips across my chest, she cast off the duvet and moved on top. Slowly pushing me in, her hips opened up until our bodies became one. We kissed for a few moments more and then she let her long blonde hair caress my face as she navigated my neck. She lifted her head up and looked me in the eyes and smiled. Her hips began to take me deeper, her body began to sweat and she increased the pace. I grabbed her behind and pressed her deeper until her pupils flared, her animal side was coming out and she took me even faster.

The smell of her body in full heat triggered something in me too and I swung myself on top of her. Her wild blue eyes glared at me, she must have been close. We began to pulse faster and faster, her fingers dug into my back and I tried to hold on. This time she moved her fingers onto my butt and pulled me closer, her nails like fire as they pressed in. There was no escaping it, I was coming, the first grunt came out and she groaned, her sex clenched tight around me. It was the final clasp and I let myself go inside of her as she began to convulse and groan louder until she finished just a few seconds after me. Then her head turned away, exposing her neck. I indulged as her eyes closed and her hands loosened their grip.

We embraced tightly and her fingers slowly began to loosen their grip until we fell asleep on the couch intertwined under the duvet that I had pulled up over us, covering everything but her gorgeous long legs. I dozed off still letting my hand explore, her body still making little jumps as each wave of her orgasm subsided.

The rain had stopped and a shaft of light warmed us as we slept, our bodies perfectly wrapped together into one form. From time to time she turned her neck to give me a kiss from those sweet soft pink lips.

“Feel like a movie?”

“No I don’t want to have to move from here to start up the tv.”

She kissed me again and reached back, bringing my body closer to hers.”Perhaps,” she whispered, “we could start something else.”

The End.

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Adam grabbed at the blanket beneath his sister, desperately trying to pull it out from under her and cover himself up. His father was frozen in the door frame, his face a mask of bewilderment. He began to emit a strange, strained noise as Adam grabbed the loose bit of blanket hanging over the edge of the bed, barely covering his softening cock. Elle was motionless.

“Daddy…” she was starting to sit back onto the bed. Adam was confused. She was moving, but not to cover herself up. And she hadn’t called their father Daddy since they were kids. Her father finally spoke.

“Sweetpea, what are you doing?!?” he moved towards the bed. Elle stood up next to the bed and Adam gathered more blanket, covering himself further as Elle pulled her panties on, still talking to their father.

“Daddy, please, let me explain…”

Her father’s face was shifting, becoming angry as he approached his daughter. Adam watched a wet spot appear on the back of her panties as she bent to grab her t-shirt, his cum pressing through the pink cotton. Their father was standing in front of Elle, his hands trembling as he reached out. Adam’s face was contorted in confusion, his mouth slightly agape. What was going on? Her father reached out, grabbing Elle’s wrist and pulling her forward.

“You said I was the only one…” he glowered down at her.

“Daddy it’s just Adam, I promise you’re the only…” her father shocked her into silence with a hard slap across the face. Adam wasn’t surprised by the physicality of it, but by the passion. Their father had always disciplined them corporally, but took a detached approach to it, strapping or spanking them after he had calmed from the initial anger at their transgression, in a manner that suggested it was as hard for him to implement it as it was for his children to endure it.

“Slut.” He seethed. His chest was beginning to heave. He looked towards Adam, who was skittering away, looking for safe egress as he backed against the wall.

“And you! What is wrong with you? She is your sister!” He moved towards the bed, past Elle.

“Daddy, please, it’s my fault, don’t be mad at Adam…” Elle stood behind their father, tugging on his elbow. There was already a bright red mark across her face. Tears welled in her eyes. She blinked, sending them down her cheeks. Their father turned back to her.

“Excuse me?” Adam could hear the familiar sound of incredulity in his father’s voice, the voice he used when he thought his kids were lying, a voice that said ‘and you expect me to believe that?’ It never failed to elicit the truth. Elle looked down, tears now flowing freely. She watched her toes dig into the carpet as she spoke softly,

“I seduced him, Daddy.” Adam watched his father’s back straighten and his hands ball into fists at his side.

“Look at me.” He demanded. Elle looked up at their father. His hand shot from his side, Adam thought he would strike her again but instead his thumb and forefinger grasped her chin as he roughly drew her face up towards him. “Tell me.” he said through clenched teeth. Adam sat motionless on the bed, still unable to follow what was happening between his father and his sister.

“I…we were…we took a nap on the couch and…I woke up. He was masturbating and I was right there and ever since I came home from school you haven’t had any time for me, Daddy, so…I…” she started to sob. Her father gripped her chin harder, bringing his other hand up to her nipple and pinching, hard. Adam wondered through his fear if his father could tell she liked that.

“Tell me, kitten.” He demanded. Elle squealed as she nodded into his hand.

“Yes, yes Daddy.” She sniffled and breathed deeply, as he released her nipple, keeping his hand on her waist.

“He was stroking his cock when I woke up, so at first, I pretended to be asleep. I watched his hand under the blanket. It…I got wet, Daddy. Watching him stroke. I’d been trying to find time with you alone since I came home and I just felt so horny! I was so good out at school, I didn’t fuck anyone, just those times you made me go to the porn shop and use that glory hole, and I promise that was only my mouth like you told me to, I swear it, Dadd—eeee!” Elle yelped as he raised his fingers up to her nipple again, digging his nails into the skin there.

“Stay on track, Princess. I didn’t ask for excuses, I asked for the truth.”

“I’m sorry Daddy.” Elle breathed heavily as she closed her eyes. Adam could tell she was suffering in pleasure, wincing and groaning as he tortured her nipple.

“Continue.”

“I was so good all semester but seeing him stroke like that, after the night before when you used the hard-on I gave you at the dinner table to fuck Mom instead…I just needed something!” He dug into her nipple again. She growled and shuddered as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“No excuses, sweetpea. Just tell Daddy everything.” He let go of her nipple. Adam briefly considered getting up and leaving the room. comment backlink His father and sister seemed engrossed in their conversation, he might be able to get out unnoticed.

“Mmhmm. Okay.” Deep breath. “I woke up and I watched him. And I tried to pretend I didn’t notice but then when he came…I’m so sorry Daddy!” Elle started to sob again, pulling away from her father’s still upraised hand and burying her face in her hands. Her father gently rubbed her waist, seeming to soften in the face of his daughter’s sincere attrition.

“It’s ok, Princess. Tell the truth, and we can work through this.” Elle sniffled, looking up at her father and smiling.

“Promise?”

“I promise, sweetpea. It’s ok. I’m not so mad anymore, I just need to know. Tell Daddy what you did.”

“Yes Daddy. So, well, Adam came. I could tell from his face. His face looks just like yours when you cum, Daddy, I just wanted to see it happen again! So…promise you’re not going to stay mad at me?” Adam saw his father’s head nod. Elle glanced past him briefly. Adam tried to flash her a what-the-hell-is-going-on type look, but she was already fixed back on their father’s face.

“So I acted like I just woke up. I acted surprised by him jerking off, and started to ask him questions. I played dumb, Dad…because I wanted him to fuck me.” Elle’s face was bright red as she confessed. Adam’s cock stirred against the blanket he held tightly around himself. His father lowered his hand to his daughter’s cunt, his thumb pressed against her clit through the fabric of her panties. She sighed.

“I missed you …” Elle purred as their father began to rub.

“Don’t stop now. Keep talking. You need to tell me everything if you expect me to trust you again.” Elle mewed as their father rubbed her clit expertly. It seemed to Adam as though he knew exactly how to touch her. Her breath was already getting ragged. But…

“I told him that I wanted to show him. What a girl was like. Our parts. I acted like I’d never been with a guy…like I was a virgin.” Elle’s eyes flicked towards Adam again. His mouth was wide open now. His sister had lied. He felt so stupid. His ears began to ring as he heard his sister detail to their father how he lost his virginity, on the family couch, to his own sister – who was not a virgin. How had he been so stupid? He watched his father reach into Elle’s panties and rub her clit faster as she told him about Adam cumming inside her.

“I couldn’t pretend like it was fine he came inside me; I was supposed to be this total inexperienced virgin…but I had been too turned on to stop him. I wanted to feel my brother cum inside me.” Her breath was labored as she spoke, licking her lips as he continued rubbing her clit.

“Did it feel nice, sweetpea? Getting cummed in?” Adam rubbed his temples, pulling his gaze away from his sister, staring at the floor as he tried to process it all.

“It did, Daddy…mmm, I loved getting my pussy creampied by my brother.” Elle looked up at Adam. He could tell she was seeking his gaze and avoided it, keeping his eyes cast down.

“And so, today…” their father encouraged her to continue. Elle nodded.

“I told him that I had gotten the morning after pill. That I took the bus to the free clinic and got myself on birth control.”

“Where did you really go, Princess?”

“Moonlit Movies and Books.” Adam looked up. That was the dark-fronted store at the edge of town, the one his mother told him sold “dirty, sinful movies” that he was never to watch.

“And you got?”

“Lube and condoms.”

Their father laughed. Adam couldn’t believe what was going on. Had the whole family gone crazy? Was there a carbon monoxide leak? What else hadn’t he been told about?

“Couldn’t wait for me to fuck your ass, Princess? I promised you, on Christmas. Or did you want to work up to Daddy’s fat cock in your ass?” Elle smiled.

“I thought maybe you were done with me. I’ve been home 6 days and haven’t been able to so much as blow you, Daddy!” Their father laughed again, drawing Elle towards him with his free arm, pressing her against his chest.

“Don’t think just because I’m being kind right now that you aren’t in for it, sweetpea. You’ve earned some serious punishment. A good girl doesn’t go around fucking their brother without checking to see if it’s okay.” Adam was shaking his head in his hands. What the fuck was wrong with them? He looked up to see them both looking at him.

“You look a little shocked, son. Is there something I can clarify for you? It seems apparent to me that you, uhh, understand the pleasure involved with fucking our Elle. Furthermore, I can’t think of a better outcome of being caught sodomizing your sister by your father. Imagine if it had been your mom. I’m betting you’d never be done saying your Our Fathers and Hail Marys after she dragged you both immediately to confession. Or demanded an exorcism.” He laughed. Adam moved his mouth wordlessly, looking comment backlink Botu from his father to his sister.

“I can’t say I’m thrilled that you fucked her ass before me. I was really looking forward to that cherry. She has so few firsts left.” Their father looked down at Elle, smoothed her tousled hair and kissed the crown of her head. “Honestly Adam, cut the act. You can’t be that fucking surprised, you think virgins fuck like that?” Adam thought back to all the things she had said, the words and phrases that had sounded so foreign and dirty.

“Daddy, he is…really. Really. Uhh…inexperienced.” Elle was avoiding looking at Adam. He felt belittled again. Taken advantage of. He imagined the girls at school, the ones who felt ashamed afterwards.

“Sweetpea, why don’t you go sit with your brother?” Elle moved slowly towards the bed. Adam turned his head towards the window and focused on the cluster of rhododendrons by the garage, covered in snow. He didn’t want to cry.

“Adam…” Elle reached out to touch his arm and he swatted her away.

“Adam, do not hit your sister.” He heard the familiar sternness in his father’s voice. Even this normal, paternal command sounded perverted now.

“Sorry.” He said, without looking at them.

“Adam, please, I didn’t mean to lie. I was afraid to tell the truth. Please, just look at me Adam.” He tried to resist turning to her, afraid to read sincerity and burn again with the embarrassment of being lied to like that. Had she been laughing inside while he fumbled with his fingers inside her? Had she thought it cute, his quick ejaculation inside his own sister? She was sick. Wrong. They both were.

“Please, Adam, I wasn’t trying to hurt you…” He heard her sniffle. What right did she have to be crying? He looked up to tell her just that, to make her understand how wrong she had been, but when he met her eyes he faltered. Her face was streaked with tears, the imprint of their father’s hand still evident on her right cheek. She did seem sorry. “Please Adam.” She put her hand on his forearm, rubbing her thumb against his inner arm. It felt nice. Comforting. She scooted towards him, leaning against the wall next to him and placing an arm around his shoulders.

“I’m sorry Adam. I just thought you’d tell me no if I told you the truth and I wanted you so badly! Or you’d tell Mom. I couldn’t…I was scared. And embarrassed.” Adam shrugged.

“You could have told me, Elle.” Their father moved to the edge of the bed, a few feet away.

“You have to understand Adam, if your mother ever found out…I don’t know what she’d do. To me. To your sister. To herself. We cannot risk that.” Adam looked between them. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Five days ago he thought his was a good, Christian family. Law abiding. God-fearing. Now here he was, sitting on his bed with his sister’s ass full of his cum and his father admitting to fucking her regularly for…

“How long?” he asked. Elle sighed and looked at her father. He nodded.

“Three years.” She said. “Ever since senior year at St. Agnes’. He did wait until I was legal, if that means anything. The day after my 18th birthday he took me into the garage and let me have a sip of his beer. A sip turned into a bottle and next thing I knew he had me on my knees sucking his cock behind the minivan.” She shrugged. “I lost my virginity to him within a week.”

“So you’ve just been fucking this whole time? With all of us in the house?”

“Sometimes.” His father interjected. “Not often, it’s too risky. Sometimes I can’t help myself. I’m sure you know the feeling.” He winked at Adam. Adam felt himself begin to grin. His father playfully punched his arm. He tried to remind himself that he had fucked Elle, too. He wasn’t innocent. She hadn’t forced him. And he did enjoy it.

“So you’re not mad that we…that we did all that?” he asked his father.

“I’m mad that your sister didn’t follow our rules,” he said “that she didn’t ask for permission.” Adam furrowed his brow. Elle giggled.

“I know Adam, it’s a lot to take in. Dad and I have rules. I can’t play with anyone else unless Daddy says so, and even then – only my mouth.” Adam still found it so weird that she called him Daddy again, but figured it was one of the less-weird aspects of their arrangement. “Sometimes he’d make me play with other people and videotape it. Like with the gloryhole.”

“Gloryhole?” Adam repeated. It sounded like a patriotic yard game.

“It’s a place, like a closet or a booth, with a few holes in it, where someone sits inside and guys put their cocks through the holes so the person inside can suck them.” It sounded fantastical to Adam, but after today he didn’t think much could surprise him.

“Your sister was having a hard time this semester, being away from a more constant supply of cum, that I sent her out to one nearby. She sucked six cocks in how long, Princess?”

“42 minutes. Six cocks, seven loads.” comment backlink Programı Elle was beaming with pride. Adam felt a surge in his cock again.

“Such a good cocksucker. I’m sure you can understand why, Adam. She’s got a very talented mouth.”

“Actually, Daddy, I haven’t sucked his cock yet.” Their father whistled.

“Missing out, son.”

“I did say yet, Daddy. If…that’s ok with you?” Adam looked at his sister. She had her hand on his thigh and was looking at their father with expectant eyes. He pursed his lips and lifted an eyebrow, looking back and forth between his son and daughter before sighing.

“Well. I can’t say I’m surprised. And I am upset about your inability to follow simple rules, but I think to punish Adam for your behavior wouldn’t be fair. I suppose you two can carry on, but I need you to be more careful. I could have been your mother.” He looked stern, like cautioning them on the dangers of riding a bike sans helmet. Adam felt himself nodding eagerly. Despite all this, how strange and dirty he found it all, the idea that he could somewhat freely fuck his sister now was an exciting prospect.

“Hey, yeah dad, why are you home? Shouldn’t you be at work?” Elle asked. Their father smiled.

“I came home to give Adam a gift that would keep him out of the house.” He said. “I thought that you and I could spend some time together.” Elle looked embarrassed.

“You came home for me?”

Adam watched as Elle crawled across him to their father at the edge of the bed. She was on her hands and knees with her ass pointed towards Adam as she kissed her father. He watched her hand reach down to his crotch as she purred. Adam’s cock was responding to the scene before him, despite himself. He couldn’t help it – watching his sister touch their dad’s cock made him want her again. Part of him wanted to fuck her to punish her for lying. It seemed strange to want that. Fucking as punishment. He wondered if there was something wrong with him.

Dad reached towards Elle’s ass and began pulling her panties down.

“Did her anal training work out alright for you, Adam?” he asked as his hand spread her ass. She was leaning against his chest and moaning.

“Huhwhat?” Adam stuttered, his eyes glued to his sister’s cumcovered asshole.

“Her anal training. I had her buy a cute little butt plug to get her ass ready for me.” Adam looked confused. His father chuckled. “A butt plug, Adam, is a little toy that you can insert in your ass and keep there – in your sister’s case, for a whole day.”

Adam felt his face redden as he imagined how excited he was to try all these new, dirty acts with his sister. Only now to discover that she had been preparing all along. And not for him.

“Don’t feel badly, Adam. Your sister was wrong to lie, but you still got to fuck that perfect little ass of hers, right?” he punctuated his question by pressing a finger into Elle’s ass.

Adam watched his cum dribble out, extruded as his father began to finger Elle’s ass. His cock was starting to grow beneath the blanket. Elle had lowered her face to their father’s crotch, and was working to unbutton his suit pants. He had taken off his jacket somewhere between the front door and Adam’s bedroom. His tie was loosened slightly. He was older than his friend’s fathers by about ten years, but in much better shape than most of them. He had always extolled the importance of physical activity, lecturing his kids on always staying active, himself having crewed in high school and college, switching to marathons and the occasional triathlon in his thirties. He was of average height but his broad shoulders and posture made him seem taller. His hair was dark like Adam’s but graying around the temples. Adam thought for a moment that he understood Elle’s attraction to him. He watched them kiss as she pulled his cock from his pants.

Adam gasped despite himself. Besides his own, he’d only ever seen another cock in the lockerroom at school, and even then he knew not to stare despite his desire to compare. From sideways glances every once in a while, he knew he was a larger size but his father was even larger. He wasn’t much longer, perhaps even the same length, but his girth was enormous. As Elle stroked him, it looked as though his cock was as thick as her wrist. She moved her hand quickly up and down his cock, stroking as they kissed. Adam was transfixed. Adam’s father pulled away from Elle and looked at him.

“Adam, you ok down there?” Adam looked up, dazed. “Need a minute, bud?”

“Oh…oh, no. No, keep going. I just…wow.” Elle looked back at Adam and smiled before shaking her ass towards him and lowering her face to their father’s dick. He groaned and grabbed her hair with his left hand, wrapped his fist up in her curls as he guided her down. Adam watched as his thick cock disappeared into her throat. He held her in place, thrusting up towards her mouth as she began to gag.

“That’s it Princess, did you miss this?” he shook his hips, pushing deeper into Elle’s convulsing throat before pulling her off, thick ropes of spit dripping from her mouth as she gasped for air.

“Yes, Daddy! I missed this…” she leaned forward, desperate to get his cock back into her mouth. He pulled back on her hair as if they were reins.

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“Yeah, kick their ass, Ryan!” I shout out.

My name is Lisa Reynolds, and I’m currently at my son’s soccer game. I stand at around 5’2″, have perky D cup breasts and a thick ass. I’m 41 years old and have long black hair, and I’m currently at my son’s soccer game making sure I’m extra loud to make up for his father missing the game for work.

It’s a cool fall day, and I’m wearing a tight white sweater and a pair of black jeans with some tennis shoes. Since I didn’t have anything to show my support for my son’s team, I painted two stripes under my eyes, one red and the other blue, which are the colors of my son’s team.

Right now, my son’s team is winning handily, with a lead of 3-2 points, my son earning most of them. The other team is doing well too, and right now, it seems that the ending of this match is unpredictable. But, I still think my son and his team will keep it up and win.

As I’m cheering, one of the guys on the opposing team and my son slide into each other, and I blink, missing out on what exactly happened. When I open them, I see my son clutching his leg in pain. The guy who ran into him stands up, and the referee runs over to the two of them. My son, the other guy, and the ref argue for a while, before the ref pulls out a red card and blows his whistle.

Some of the kids on my son’s team lift my son up and take him to the bleachers and sit him down. I get up and run over to him to make sure if he’s alright.

“Oh god, Ryan, are you alright?!?” I ask, worried.

He looks up at me and smiles, rubbing his leg now.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Ref told me to stay outta the game and let my leg rest some.” he tells me.

I let out a breath of relief. I’m just glad nothing’s broken.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re not hurt too bad.” I tell him.

After saying this, the coach comes over to the two of us.

“Hey, Ryan, everything alright?” he asks him.

“Yeah Coach, I’m alright.” he tells him. “I might just go and wash up in the locker room real quick.” he says, standing up.

My son shakily stands up, but stumbles a little bit.

“Hold on just a minute.” the coach says.

He runs over to two of the kids on my son’s team that were sitting on the bleachers and talks to them. They run over to my son, and help him up again.

“Coach wants us to help you to the locker rooms to make sure you get there alright.” One of the boys says.

“Ah… well, alright. Just don’t peek when I’m showering!” Ryan jokes.

“Oh, shut it Ryan! None of us want to see your scrawny ass anyways.” the other boy says, laughing.

The three make their way inside, laughing all the way. I smile as I watch them walk off.

“Well, I’m glad he’s alright.” I think to myself as I walk back to my seat.

I sit down, and watch the game, this time less enthusiastic since my son isn’t playing now. While watching, I see someone in the other teams uniform walk over to where I’m sitting.

I turn and look at him, and realize who it is. It’s the guy who ran into my son. I start to feel a little angry just looking at him.

I notice that he’s rather tall, and is actually built rather nicely, as it’s easy to tell since his uniform is rather form-fitting. He has messy brown hair and tan skin, and his face is actually nice looking. Of course, I shouldn’t be thinking these things, but it’s hard not to.

“What do you want?” I ask, not hiding my anger.

He scratches the back of his head some, and looks me right in the eye.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for hitting your son like that. I didn’t mean to run into him like that, and I saw how worried you were, so I just wanted to apologize.” he tells me.

And just like that, I feel that anger fade away. I wasn’t sure what he was planning on doing, but hearing him apologize like that makes it hard to stay angry at him.

“Oh, no, it’s alright, really!” I tell him. “My son is alright too, so don’t worry. His leg is just a little hurt, but nothing too serious.” I say, smiling at him.

“Oh good, I was worried I broke something!” he says, looking genuinely relieved. “I’m sure you’re mad at me, so I’ll just go ahead and go…” he says, turning around.

“No, it’s alright! I mean, I was mad originally, but you apologized, so I forgive you! Besides, you already got enough punishment for that.” I tell him, talking about the red card he received.

He laughs at this. “Yeah, I did get punished for it.” he says, smiling. “Still though, a really good game!” he exclaims.

“I know, it’s really close!” I say, smiling at him.

“Yeah, your son was amazing!” he tells me, sitting next to me.

I don’t mind the fact that he sat next to me. In fact, I’m kinda glad, because now I actually have someone to talk to. Still, it does feel a little weird happily talking to the person who just hurt my son.

While we’re talking, I glance over and see some cheerleaders looking at him and giggling.

“Looks like you have some fan girls.” I tease.

He looks at them, and the girls quickly look Cami Halısı away, still giggling.

“Ah, yeah.” he says, laughing.

“You don’t seem very excited.” I joke.

“I mean, it’s nice and all, but they’re not really my type.” he tells me, smiling at me.

This conversation is becoming a lot more interesting.

“Oh? And just what is your type then?” I ask, a mischievous smile spreading across my face.

He grins at me when I ask him this question.

“I like older women. There’s just something about them that makes them more attractive than girls my age.” he tells me. “Kinda like you.” he tells me.

I’m a little taken aback by his confidence, but I’m flattered as well.

“Look at you, flirting with a woman and she doesn’t even know your name.” I tease.

He laughs at this, and leans back, and I can see his arms flex up when he puts them on the seat of the bleachers behind us. I try to not look, but I sneak a glance at his veiny forearms.

“Well, my name’s Logan. What’s yours?” he asks me.

I laugh at how upfront he’s being about all of this.

“My name is Lisa.” I tell him, not telling him to call me Mrs. Reynolds.

“Well, now that we know each others names, we can flirt now!” he jokes.

I see him look down at my wedding ring.

“Oh, is your husband not here?” he asks me.

“Nope, he stayed at home to finish up some work.” I tell him, sighing.

“Seems kinda shitty to miss his kids game though.” he says.

“I know! That’s what I thought!” I say, happy to have someone to confide in.

“If I was him, I’d want to spend as much time as I could with you.” he tells me, obviously flirting.

I laugh at this, somewhat unsure how to respond to flirting since it’s been so long I got hit on like this. I am enjoying the attention though.

“And just why is that?” I ask teasingly.

“Well, I wouldn’t wanna risk any guys trying to hit on you.” he jokes.

“Oh, like you’re doing right now?” I shoot back, smiling at him.

He leans forward and flashes his perfect smile again.

“Yeah, but he’s not here to stop me. Plus, I think you’re liking it.” he teases.

“And how can you tell?” I ask, despite the fact that I know that I am actually enjoying it.

“Because you’ve been blushing at staring at my forearms for a while now.” he says.

I laugh awkwardly at this, mainly because I thought he wouldn’t notice me sneaking glances at them. I’m thinking of something to say, when he holds up his arm close to me.

“You can feel if you want.” he says, smiling.

I mile back, and decide to take him up on his offer. I grab his forearm, and give it a squeeze. I’m both surprised by how my big it is compared to my small hand, along with how hard it is.

“Wow, this is… definitely impressive.” I say, still holding onto it.

“I’m guessing your husband doesn’t work out much, huh?” he asks, still smiling.

“No… you’re a lot more muscular than he is!” I say, laughing.

“Well, why don’t you feel some more then?” he tells me, moving my hand to his toned chest.

I don’t move my hand away, and instead, I keep it there, pressing and feeling his hard chest and abs.

“Christ, do you just live in the gym or some shit?” I ask, laughing.

He laughed at this and leaned back, letting me keep feeling up his pecs and abs. After a while, he sits back up again, and places his hand on my thigh.

I raise an eyebrow at this and smile at him, letting him know that I won’t move his hand away.

“Hey, it’s only fair. I mean, you’ve been feeling me up for a while.” he tells me, smirking cockily.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want you to feel left out.” I joke.

His hand slowly crept up my thigh, getting closer to my crotch. But, instead of pushing his hand away like any decent married woman would do, I spread my legs further for him, making it easier.

He ginned at this, and moved his hand even further, only an inch away from my pussy, which I could feel start to get wet.

I don’t know why I’m doing this. I know he hurt my son, and I know that I’m a married woman, but for some reason, I want this. Maybe it’s because I’ve been starved for attention for a long time now. Maybe it’s because of how good looking and fit he is. It could be anything, but one thing I know for sure is that I want this. No, I need this.

I look down, and see a bulge forming in his pants. I can already tell that he’s bigger than my husband, but it keeps on growing, much to my surprise. I lean close to him, my mouth near his ear.

“We shouldn’t be doing this with so many people around.” I whisper, trying to contain myself from pulling his cock out right here and now.

“Then where should we go?” he asks me, still rubbing my thigh.

“My car. It’s a red minivan, so we’ll more than enough space to… have some fun.” I whisper back. “I’ll leave first, and you follow after a minute or two. I don’t want anyone to catch on.” I tell him.

“Got it.” he tells me, letting Cami Halıları go of my thigh so I can get up.

I get up and begin to walk past him, and I feel a quick slap on my ass. I look back at him, and he shrugs and smiles at me. I smile back, and feel myself get even more turned on. I quickly walk to my car and get in the back, making sure the door is unlocked so he can get in.

A minute passes, and Logan arrives. He opens up the door and closes it behind him. I press the button on my keys to lock it so we won’t be getting interrupted anytime soon.

“Wait, hold on.” I say, leaning forward and pulling up the mesh blinds on the windows. “This should make it harder for people to look in.” I explain.

The car is already parked kinda far away, so I think we should be alright. However, I just wanted to play it extra safe. I don’t want to end up being labeled as the slutty mom who fucked someone who was on the opposite team at her own son’s soccer game.

Logan nods, and pushes me down so that I’m laying on my back on the backseat. He climbs in between my legs and begins to kiss me hungrily. I reciprocate, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

I feel one of his hands travel up from my hip, up my side, and onto my breast, which he begins to grope through my sweater.

I moan into his mouth, and grab onto the arm that’s playing with my boob. He begins to grind against my pussy, making me moan some more as our tongues clash together. I push my hips against him, wanting him to press against me even harder.

I can feel myself getting wetter the more he rubs up against me like that, and my breathing is getting heavier. I feel his hand trail to the bottom of my sweater, which he lifts up quickly, exposing my tits that are now only covered by my white, lacy bra.

“Fuck…” he whispers, staring at my tits.

I giggle at this, and lean forward some. I reach around my back and unhook my bra and slide it off, exposing my bare breasts to him.

“I’m guessing the girls at your school don’t have boobs like these, huh?” I tease.

“Fuck no. Shit, I’ve seen a lot of tits, and yours are the best I’ve ever seen!” he exclaims, grabbing my right boob.

“How many tits would an 18 year old even see?” I tease.

He laughs at this, and wraps his lips around my nipple, and begins to suck. I feel his tongue flicking up and down my nipple, and I run my fingers through his hair.

“Fuck… this is so wrong…” I moan, giggling a little bit.

“We’re not stopping though.” he tells me.

“Yeah…” I moan, tilting my head back.

I cant believe the situation I’m in. My son’s opponent, who put him out of the game with an injury, is now sucking my tit in my car while my son is washing up. Not only that, but soon, we’ll be doing a lot more than just this.

The inside of the car is starting to heat up, and Logan notices this. He lifts up a little bit and pulls of his shirt, showing off his toned, hot body.

“Holy shit…” I mutter, as I practically fuck him with my eyes.

He chuckles at this, and leans forward again, kissing me again. After kissing for a while, he gets off and sits on one of the seats. He yanks down his shorts, and finally reveals to me what was under those shorts.

A long, thick cock. It dwarfs my husband’s in terms of length and thickness, and I get wetter just from looking at it. A big vein runs along the shaft, and I can’t take my eyes off of his dick.

I get up on my knees on the seats and lean forward, holding myself up with my elbows. I just look at it, admiring it’s size and girth.

“Bigger than your husband?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“He can’t even fucking compare…” I mutter out, still staring at it.

I keep staring at it, before realizing that I actually need to do more than stare. I slowly move my face closer to his cock. Finally, I slowly wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and slide my mouth down his shaft, reaching the base of his cock.

Thank god I don’t have a gag reflex.

“Holy fuck…” I hear him moan out.

I begin to bob my head up and down, my mouth wrapped tightly around his cock. My tongue runs along his shaft each time I pull up. I grab his balls with my free hand and play with them as well, giving him probably one of the best blowjobs of his life.

His moans intensify, only making me suck even faster. I keep sucking down to the base, despite the fact that I’ve never had one this big before. Its a bit of a struggle fitting something this big in my mouth, but due to my lack of a gag reflex, it’s actually possible. If I had one, I’d probably only be able to fit half of it, and even then it’d be a struggle.

I close my eyes and focus on sucking him off, quickly sliding my mouth up and down his cock, making sure I pay attention to every part of it.

I feel him grab a fistful of hair and yank my head up. I’m breathing heavily since I was focusing so much on sucking him off, but when I look up, his head is tilted back and he’s panting.

“Fuck, I almost came…” he moans, his chest rising and falling.

I laugh, and kiss the tip of his cock.

“What, was it too good?” I tease, kissing and licking the head.

“God, it was really good…” he says, still holding a fistful of my hair.

I keep licking and kissing the tip of his dick as he rests, watching his cock twitch as I lick. I run my tongue up and down his shaft, looking him in the eyes as I do so. I’m now laying on my stomach, kicking my feet behind me as I suck him off.

I feel his hand grab my ass, which he gropes as I kiss and lick all over his huge cock. He smacks my ass again, and I look up at him with my lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and giggle at him.

He smacks my ass again, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter each time I kiss it. All I can think about is riding him, and I can’t take it anymore. I climb back up and begin to unbutton and unzip my pants.

“Getting impatient, huh?” he teases.

“I wanna ride your cock so fucking bad.” I tell him, kicking my pants off.

I throw my pants to the front of the car and quickly slide my panties off. I leave them on the floor, and mount Logan. He’s holding his cock, with his head right at the entrance of my pussy.

He rubs it up and down my entrance, teasing me. Finally, I slide down onto his cock, my pussy graciously accepting all of his dick. I throw my head back as my walls stretch to accommodate his size, and he grabs onto my hips. My pussy is tightly wrapped around his cock.

I grab onto his broad shoulders and begin to slowly move up and down. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer, and he begins to kiss me again, our tongues clashing together as I ride him.

Each time I slid down on his cock, I felt tingles of pleasure spread through my body, and all I can think about is how I want to feel even more. I start to ride him even faster now, moaning into his mouth as his cock stretches me out.

I’ve never felt like this. This… wild? I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s like something in me was awoken. And that thing is a huge slut for big, young dick. I’d never even think about riding my husband in the car at my son’s soccer game. But here I am. Happily bouncing on the cock of someone who my son was playing against, horny as hell. All I can care about now is getting as much pleasure as possible.

I feel his hands grabbing my hips hard as I ride his cock, our tongues hitting each other, the car bouncing up and down from the wild lovemaking taking place inside. In the back seat of the minivan my son would ride in when I drove him to and from soccer practice, I’m cheating on my husband. A car that has so many happy memories, is now being used to fuck in like I’m a teenager on prom night.

Logan lets go of my hips and he grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks as I ride him. This only makes me ride him even faster, as it turns me on even further. The car is now filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together as I slam down onto his cock, squeezing it tightly with my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Lisa!” he moans out, grabbing my ass even tighter.

“You’re so big!” I moan back in response.

Logan begins to suck my nipple again as I ride him, and I shift around so my tits are right in his face, burying his face in between them almost. I wrap my hands around the back of his head, and keep on riding him. Just like the good slut I am.

“Oh my god!” I moan out multiple times.

I can’t believe how good this feels! His cock keeps hitting my most sensitive parts, marking them as his. All I can do is keep riding his cock. Each time I slide down, the pleasure intensifies.

I throw my head back and moan loudly as he starts to thrust up into me. He’s reaching even deeper now, and it feels too good to even move myself now. All I can do now is focus on staying up and let him keep pounding up into my pussy. I hold onto him even tighter, and close my eye tight.

I can hear his muffled moaning coming from in between my tits, and he begins to slam up into me harder.

“Oh my god! It feels so good, baby!” I moan out.

I didn’t mean to call him baby, but it sort of just slipped out on its own. I think he liked it though, as I could feel his cock twitch inside me. Guess I’ll just have to ‘accidentally’ let it slip out again.

He begins to thrust into me faster, and I can feel the pleasure bubbling up inside of me. It’s been years since a man has made me feel this, and I’m so fucking ready for it. I want to cum hard on his cock so fucking bad. His cock keeps slamming into my tight cunt, stretching it out, making it so my pussy could never forget his cock.

I hold onto him even tighter, and my moans turn into screams. I close my eyes tightly and feel the pleasure and lust spreading throughout my entire body.

With one more hard thrust, his cock sends me into a screaming orgasm. It was the best, most toe-curling, eyes rolling in the back of my head, most amazing fucking orgasm of my life. It was the loudest I’ve ever screamed, and I felt my pussy gripping and releasing his cock rapidly.

He keeps slamming up into me as I scream and cum, not giving me any chance to rest. Good thing that’s just what I wanted.

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“Uh… hi.” Her handshake was firm. Fuck.

“I’m Sarah. Gideon’s friend. Thought it might be useful for me to be here.” She was dressed head to toe in bright pink lycra rowing kit, embroidered and logoed with the name of her club. She was slim and leggy without being emaciated. A bit like Gideon in that respect. Except she was cuter. Brown haired. Wicked grin.

“OK,” I said. “Nice to meet you.” I wasn’t sure what to do next. I’d come here with the intention to indulge my kinks in front of someone who, even if he didn’t really understand or know about them, would at least be too preoccupied by my proximity to notice. Not something I wanted an audience for. It made me feel a bit ashamed. Gideon had always fancied me and though I had a good few wanks thinking about him it was mostly him in the context of his rowing kit, dressed up in scrunchy tight fabric and giving his crew a good telling off. Not something I felt like I could explain to him.

She was looking at me appraisingly. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of her yet. I hadn’t been around girls much, especially not athletic ones. Gideon stepped in. “You wanted to try on some kit?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess,” I mumbled. “Like, my hockey team’s thinking of getting some jackets?” I said lamely.

He glanced at her before replying. “Sure. Mine’s a bit big though. I like to layer up.”

I pulled the waterproof splash jacket over my head. I was already starting to sweat a bit. He was right, it was baggy on me. That didn’t matter so much. I still loved how it felt, how it crinkled. “Hmmm,” I said, to cover up my rising excitement.

“Oh, it’s too big,” said Sarah. “I mean, it’s cute when Gideon’s all bundled up, but that just looks a bit… I dunno.” Her eyes glittered mischeviously. “Why don’t you try mine?”

Quick as a flash, she’d pulled her bright pink jacket over her head. She had small, firm-looking tits that were perfectly displayed by her tight long-sleeved training top.

I looked at Gideon. He fussed at the elastic cuffs of his jacket, started to help me take it off. I took a half-step back and did it myself rather than let him get any closer. I handed it to him and took the pink one from Sarah shyly.

She was right. It fit a lot better. I wasn’t sure if it was particularly cut for a girl. I felt my cheeks turning the same bright pink as the jacket as they both looked at me.

“Yeah, that’s all right,” said Sarah. Gideon’s stare was a lot franker.

I felt the crinkly pink fabric covering my arms and tried to ignore my painfully trapped erection. Sarah stepped forward and zipped the jacket up under my chin.

“Did you want to try anything else on?” asked Gideon. He held up some bits and pieces. Tights, long-sleeved top, and the holy grail, the lycra onepiece. His club’s colours were drab compared to Sarah’s shocking pink ensemble.

I wanted to try his kit on desperately, but there was no way I was taking my trousers off in front of these two. I’d never be able to hide my erection. “Um… dunno,” I said, trying for non-commital.

Sarah had her hands on her hips. “Okay, why don’t you show him?” she said to Gideon. “Get your kit off.”

“Yes, coxie,” said Gideon. He started stripping off, right down to nothing.

I looked at Sarah, carefully averting my gaze, pretending like this was normal. “Are you a cox too?” I asked her. “I would have said maybe a lightweight.” Gideon was his team’s cox.

“I’m better at telling people what to do,” she replied. “Oh, would you look at that,” she said to Gideon in a long-suffering voice. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

Gideon grinned back at her, by now proudly naked. “Sorry, coxie, can’t help it!” His erection was purple and heavy, the head of his cock taut and shiny. “Not when he’s around!”

I wasn’t sure where to look. I couldn’t make eye contact with either of them. They were playing some kind of game, that was clear. I had two choices: walk out or stay. If I left, I had to assume that I wouldn’t get to play with any more rowing kit. If I stayed… I didn’t know what was going to happen.

That made my heart pound. Fight or flight. Or just freeze. My body chose the latter.

“Here, put your kit on,” said Sarah. Gideon grinned at me as he slid the tights up his legs, adjusting his cock to point up. He pulled on the long sleeve and then the one-piece.

My breathing was a bit rapid as I watched. Naked, I wasn’t interested. He looked scrawny, weak, a bit desperate. Dressed up in his rowing kit, though, he looked lithe and powerful, like he might start sprinting or lifting weights at any moment. Or that his team-mates might burst in on us. He massaged his cock through the layers of lycra as he looked at me.

“Stop it,” warned Sarah. He stood up straight, put his hands behind his back, inviting us to inspect him. “Anything your team might be interested in?”

My tongue felt thick and dry in my mouth. I imagined all the lads on the hockey team, the girls too, decked out like that under their uniforms. I knew one guy at least who wore his Cami Halısı rowing kit as a base layer. I nodded. “Uh… all of it, probably.”

I was suddenly self-conscious that I was still wearing the pink jacket. I looked down and realised I was hugging myself defensively. My arms were encased in pink.

“I don’t think you can decide without trying it on,” said Sarah matter-of-factly. “Here, give me my jacket back.”

I fumbled with the zip and then pulled it off over my head reluctantly. She put it to one side.

“Gideon, get my bag.”

“Yes, coxie.” He picked up a kit bag and handed it to her.

“I think pink might actually be your colour.”

I noticed too late that she was talking to me. I might have been looking at Gideon’s body in motion, lycra stretching around him. I could have been imagining how it would feel to have my stiff cock trapped in tight kit like that.

She was holding out a bundle of kit to me, the odour of synthetic fabrics with a hint of locker-room about it. “What’s this?” I asked, my hands taking it out of automatic politeness.

“I borrowed a set from one of the girls on my crew. Should fit you OK.”

It felt lovely in my hands, smooth slick fabrics. “I dunno…” I glanced up nervously at Gideon. He was grinning at me.

“Oh, dear,” said Sarah. She put her hands on my shoulders. “Stop arsing about. It’s nothing we haven’t seen before. I think you’ll be quite pretty.”

That was an odd choice of words. Pretty in pink, I suppose she meant. She started undressing me, pulling up my T-shirt, and I didn’t fight her.

When Gideon started fumbling at my fly though, I gasped and took a step back. I wasn’t ready for that.

“Gideon,” she remonstrated. “Don’t push. Give us some space.”

“Sorry, coxie.” He retreated across the room but he still had a big grin on.

I was naked, holding a bundle of pink rowing kit, hard as a bar.

Was that a look of disappointment on Gideon’s face? “I thought he’d be bigger.”

“Now, now,” said Sarah. “Just ignore him.”

I looked down, embarrassed.

“Tights first.”

I hesitated. Then I gave her the tights.

“You say ‘yes, coxie’ when I tell you to do something, OK? Try it now.”

“Y… yes, coxie.”

“Good.” She knelt and helped me step into the tights. The smooth stretchy fabric had a luscious shine to it. I nearly spunked myself when she slipped them over my cock and smoothed down the fabric with her hands. “How’s that? You think your team’ll like it?” She wasn’t expecting an answer. “Top, please.”

“Yes, coxie,” I croaked as I gave it to her. The stretchy material was utterly comfortable against my skin. There were little loops for my thumbs to stick through. She worked around the waistband of the tights and tucked it in. I shivered at her touch. Gideon was watching. He smiled when I made eye contact briefly.

You’d think being partly clothed would be better than being naked. Not the case with rowing kit, not for me. I felt self-conscious, completely on display, and Gideon’s frank stares were enhancing that.

“Now the one-piece.”

“Yes, coxie.” I was trembling. It was the ultimate rower-wear, thoroughly specialised and freighted with meaning. It said: I am fit, I belong, I sweat for my team. Look at me, look at me, look at me…

It was on me. It was squeezing me from thighs to shoulders. It was inescapable, seamless.

“Don’t you think he looks good?” she asked Gideon. He nodded, somewhat speechless. “What do you think your team’ll say? Do you think they’ll make you wear one of those little pink skirts?”

“It’s not that kind of hockey…” I protested.

“You look so good in that,” she continued, ignoring me. “So… soft. I’d have you on my crew for sure. There’s a couple that don’t really take care of themselves. Would you like that? Being on the girl’s crew?”

I blushed and looked down. If she was leading, I’d follow. “Yes, coxie.”

Sarah patted me on the shoulder. “Kneel in front of me.”

“What…? Why?” I asked, confused.

“Because I said. Get on your knees.”

My knees buckled of their own accord. “Y…yes, coxie.” New sensations tickled my body as the lycra slipped against my skin.

“Gideon. Come stand over here. I want to see if this looks right.”

“Yes, coxie.” He sounded so much more confident than I did. I was jealous of how they interacted. He stood right in front of me. His cock was bigger than mine. His darker kit hid it better than the pink stuff hid mine. The little damp spot at the end was hardly visible. Panicking a little, I checked myself. There was the beginnings of a wet patch. I looked back up at him. He was grinning down at me ferally.

Sarah backed off a couple of steps and sized us up. Satisfied, she came back. She knelt beside me, between us. “I’m going to teach you how to suck cock, OK?”

“What? No!” I exclaimed.

“Come on,” she rolled her eyes. “Don’t play dumb. You’re the girl and he’s the boy. That’s how it is. You’re both subbie little Cami Halıları things, it’s terribly cute, but you’ve been dancing around each other for years now because you haven’t got the first clue. Gideon told me everything, OK? And it’s obvious.”

“But I like girls…”

Sarah crossed her eyes for a moment, laughing. “Me too, honey. And boys. And whatever you are, too. A slutty cock-hungry cross-dressing sub?”

“It’s not like that!”

“Well maybe if you talked about your feelings instead of playing mind games all the bloody time, we’d know how it really was, eh?”

I was tongue-tied. The more I told her, the more power she’d have over me.

“Gideon, would you wear this horrible pink kit?”

“Eww,” he replied.

“But you jumped at the chance. Look how hard your little cock is.” She pointed, in case we’d forgotten.

I looked down and away. She was making too much sense. I was uncomfortable with where this was going.

“I won’t lie, you’re such a pushover I could probably make you do anything,” she admitted. “But I think sucking cock is something you’ll like. Gideon, get it out for us?”

“Sure thing, coxie.” Gideon reached up the thigh of his one-piece, pulled down the waistband of his tights, fumbled with his hard cock until it poked out, pushed a little to one side by the tight quarters. His balls were still tucked inside his lycra.

I could see his pulse making it bob up and down. He was magnificently hard. She flicked his glans with one finger. He gasped and swore. “I’ll spunk all over his face if you do that again.”

“You better not,” Sarah said sternly, although she was smiling.

I was still reluctant. “I don’t…” I trailed off. “I’m…”

“Tell me,” Sarah said. “That’s an order.”

“Yes, coxie.” It was getting easier to say that. I blurted it out. “I don’t want… I don’t want cum in my mouth.” I felt a huge wave of relief.

She smiled slyly. “Most people don’t do that their first time anyway,” she said. She moved around behind me. “We’ll have him spunk on your chest. Make a big mess on your pretty pink lycra. Make you look like a dirty girl.”

I found that idea tremendously exciting and I think I must have left my mouth hanging open, because then she was guiding me by the neck to a rendezvous with Gideon’s bobbing dick.

“Hands behind your back,” she said. I instinctivey followed the order, the dick looming in my vision. “Not you.” Gideon complied, looking down at me smugly. She guided my right hand to grab the root of his shaft. “Don’t let him hump your face, OK? He’ll do that if you give him half the chance. You can use your other hand on his balls, tickle his bum, whatever. Now, open wide.”

I opened my mouth but I didn’t make a move. I was waiting for instructions.

“Give it a lick. Go on,” she encouraged me.

I licked up the shaft tentatively with the tip of my tongue. I felt Gideon shudder. It tasted… like skin. A bit sweaty. Not too gross.

“Very good! You’re a natural,” Sarah told me. “Now, I want you to open really wide, and clamp your lips just behind the ridge, OK? Don’t use your teeth.”

His quivering glans brushed my lips as it went it. Then I tried to close my mouth around it. My tongue automatically butted up against the intruder. Gideon moaned softly.

“Try and get a good seal with your lips, right around the shaft. He’ll like that. You tell us if you’re about to blow, OK, Gideon?”

“Yes, coxie.” He sounded a bit strangled.

“You ever had a blowjob?” she asked me.

I waggled my eyebrows in the negative. “Poor boy. Oh well. Nothing to it, really. Just slide your lips up and down, don’t go so far you puke, and give him a good licking. You can save the fancy stuff for when you’re properly broken in.”

Broken in? I mumbled interrogatively around his cock.

“I reckon you’ll be coming here often,” she said, patting me on the head. Her devilish grin was inspecting my technique. “Go on, have a go. In, out, in, out.”

I nibbled my lips down a bit further along the shaft. It felt like my mouth was completely full already. It was slow going.

“If you get him nice and wet he’ll slide in and out easier,” was Sarah’s sage advice. I tried to work up some extra spit. “But mostly just relax and enjoy it. Think about how good he’s feeling. Is it nice, Gideon?”

“Yes, coxie,” he gasped. “I’m pretty close.”

I’d just about got him wet enough to slide in and out easily, no more than a centimeter of his shaft slipping past my lips, when he pulled back. I tasted something weird.

“Wa-hey!” Sarah exclaimed. She grabbed Gideon’s dick from me and pointed it down. He bent at the waist and put a hand on my shoulder as he shuddered through his orgasm. I felt his spunk spurt out onto my chest through the lycra, hitting with as much force as if he was pissing on me.

“Good job!” Sarah praised me and ruffled my hair. “Such a good girl!”

I felt really proud, actually. I looked up at her with a blush of shame as I realised that I very much enjoyed being the girl, at least in this specific context. The rower girl, submissive to her cox, doing whatever I was told.

“Give him a hug.”

I wasn’t sure who she was talking to, but Gideon pulled me up and wrapped himself around me. His spunk spread onto his lycra too. His soft cock mashed up against my trapped erection. His hand traced down my spine and I shivered and gasped, and that’s when he kissed me.

I sort of melted into his arms. His tongue was firm and demanding. I wasn’t so keen on how he tasted, I was a little bit squicked out by kissing a boy… but I realised that it wasn’t going to make me puke, or anything. And I was horny as anything. My legs parted to let him shove a thigh between them.

“Easy there, Gideon,” Sarah warned. “Don’t let him come yet.”

Gideon pulled off me with a sigh. “Yes, coxie.” He fumbled with his sticky cock, packing it back away under his lycra.

I stood there, uncertain. They watched me expectantly. “So, what now?” I asked slowly.

“It speaks!” Sarah clapped her hands together. “Gideon, tell us what you want.”

He gave me a smoldering look. “I want to do all kinds of things to him. But you know. Fucking’s fun and everything… but I sort of want more. I don’t always want to be in charge. I like not being in control sometimes, too.”

“Don’t I know it,” Sarah purred.

“I’d like him to be my boyfriend,” he added, a bit shyly.

I was a little bit floored. I thought he was mostly just randy and repressed. I didn’t realise he had feelings too. “I… uh barely know you, though?”

“Your turn, then,” Sarah instructed.

“That was… I mean… I love this kit. I loved being dressed up by you. I kind of like how he stares at me, I guess… but…”

“There’s always a but,” said Sarah.

“I dunno. I mean, I’ve thought about him when I wank. With rowing kit and that. But a relationship? It’s… I never…” He was hanging on my every word, it looked a bit pathetic.

“What else do you think about when you jerk off?” she asked me.

“Um. These girls I know. In uniform.”

“Schoolgirls?”

“Eww, no. Hockey. Football. Rugby. Rowing. Oh, uh, army girls too. Girls with big thighs running about.”

“And what do they do to you?”

“Make me a mascot? Tie me up? Finger my bum?”

“Do you think about boys much?”

“Uh… only Gideon, really. I think… he touched my bum once and I never forgot it. He’s so randy… or maybe that’s just what I think? I don’t really know. I think he’s really aggressive and I sort of want to give in? But then I get there, like I make up a reason to see him, kit or whatever, and he’s a bit shy and I space out and I’m not really into it. Like… kissing him was OK but if we weren’t all here or I wasn’t being a bit… humiliated? It wouldn’t be the same. Or if I didn’t know he was such a good cox. I dunno, I don’t stare at guys so much. But if they’re pushy…”

“OK,” she said. She comforted me with a stroke on my shoulder. “OK. You’re a submissive. That’s what it’s called. You latch on to dominant types. You think Gideon is one but you got confused because he isn’t really. And you’ve got a couple of kinks. This kit and team fetish, right?”

“Yeah. There’s more… I don’t know how to say it.”

“I think you and Gideon should talk that out together. You probably owe him an apology?”

“Sorry,” I said to him. He blushed a little. I looked at Sarah out of the corner of my eye. “So what do you want?”

She grinned. “Oh, you know. I like wrapping people around my finger. I figured out Gideon a while back, bit like I just did you. I suppose, if you’re asking for my ultimate fantasy, it’s getting someone so well trained they spunk just when I say so. Girl or boy, doesn’t matter. Though boys are usually easier.”

I think both me and Gideon must have been staring at her raptly, our knees quivering.

“Can you imagine it? Out at the boathouse one day, all the girls in their kit together and suddenly one of them goes down on her knees and curls up and she can’t stop coming? Great big wet patch between her legs? All because I said a secret word?”

I could imagine it all too well.

“A word like collar.”

I whimpered.

“Or cuffs.”

My cock was so hard.

“Or leash.”

I groaned. I could see Gideon watching my crotch hungrily.

“Or spank.”

My cock was so full I thought it was going to burst.

“Or just ‘good girl’,” Sarah whispered in my ear.

My dick pulsed and throbbed and I felt so ashamed and proud at the same time. I bent nearly double as my spunk leaked out into the lycra outfit. “Oh, shit. Shit.”

“What a good girl,” Sarah repeated. She stroked my back. She laughed. “Damn it, now I have to think up a new fantasy.”

Gideon looked a bit jealous.

“You’re not that wrong about Gideon, though. He’s a randy little thing,” Sarah continued, when I had recovered somewhat. “I’m sure he’d enjoy playing with you again. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, coxie,” we said at the same time.

“You know how to motivate him now. I don’t think he’ll be your boyfriend, but he’ll make an OK fuckbuddy.”

“So what does Gideon like?” I asked her. “What’s he going to want me to do?”

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This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be read by juveniles. If this means you, go away and read something else; you shouldn’t be here anyway. This is a work of fiction and in no way portrays real life – if you can’t hack that, go lie down in a dark room; the bad feelings will go away.

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It was one of ‘those’ days. A bad hair day to end all bad hair days. Looking at the devastation in his driveway, Michael reflected that at least no one had been close by at the time. They would surely have been killed by the falling chimney.

The lightning strike itself had been bad enough. The paramedics called by worried neighbours had been quite reassuring: his hearing would come back completely after a few hours. The firemen had covered the holes in the roof with a canvas sheet. The small amount of the chimney breastwork that had fallen through inside the house had missed anything of importance, but it had taken down several ceilings on the way. The torrential rain accompanying the summer storm had done the rest all on its own.

Mike’s mobile phone vibrated again. It was the garage, confirming his address.

“Just find the house with the green cover over the roof, the missing chimney, and the wrecked car in the driveway.”

He could barely hear the guy over the ringing in his ears. The storm, like all summer storms, had come quickly. His house at the top of the hill had stood for some years, and he was not aware that it had ever been hit during a storm before. This time sure as hell made up for it.

Mike went inside and his heart sank as he surveyed the scene in front of him. Water still dripped down the stairwell from upstairs. Burn marks down the wall showed where the lightning bolt had come down the television aerial wire, which led it into the loft space and down to his electricity meter under the stairs. The resulting power surge had probably killed every electrical appliance stone dead. His computer system was in ruins. Fortunately he had backed up his hard drives the previous night. His data might be OK; time would tell, when he had a new kit to use.

He was startled out of his misery by a call from the front door. At least the garage was quick. He went out to find two men scratching their heads. The driver looked at him and stated the obvious.

“Bit of a mess, chief! I reckon we’ll just winch the whole lot up onto the transporter and sort it out down at the depot. I think we’d better leave the loan car in the roadway.” He absentmindedly picked the odd lump of lighter masonry off the hood.

Mike, who had just about been able to make out the one-sided conversation, nodded in agreement. At least the loaner was clean and, judging by its licence plate, reasonably new. He watched the men finish loading the wreckage of his five-week old Porsche and then drive away. Nothing to do now but wait for the insurance man to come and inspect the damage before authorising repair work.

Absentmindedly he went in and put the kettle on for a badly needed coffee, and then cursed when he realised the power was off. Feeling quite helpless, he stood and considered what to do next. Lost in thought and hampered by his hearing loss, he was somewhat startled by a touch on his shoulder. He spun round, shocked for the second time that morning, to find his rather older neighbour standing beside him. She recoiled a little and immediately apologised for frightening him.

“Mike, Cami Halısı I’m sorry… I mean, I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

He laughed for the first time since the ‘bang’ and explained why he had not heard her coming.

Kate looked round her.

“No power?”

Mike confirmed the problem.

“Right,” Kate said, “Decision time is here; stop faffing about, close the door behind you, and come and have a hot drink and something to eat. I insist.”

And she turned and walked off. Mike decided she was right and, closing the door behind him, followed her across the road.

Mike was aware that Kate, close to twice Mike’s age, had kept a maternal eye on him since the break-up of his marriage over a year ago. Mike’s ex-wife had not even bothered to contest the divorce, preferring to just walk away. In the circumstances of her fairly public adultery, she would not have received much anyway. Mike, a computer software expert, good-looking in a studious sort of way, was the last to realise what was going on. In truth, he had been glad to see her gone. Their marriage, consummated six months before the ceremony, had been a shotgun one, pressed on them by a furious set of parents. Old-fashioned in the extreme, Sally’s parents had been most persuasive. He had reluctantly agreed to ‘do the right’ thing. In the small English community where they had grown up, things like that mattered. On the ‘honeymoon’ Sally had miscarried. On her return home after a brief sojourn in hospital, she had made it quite plain that the ‘marriage’ was over; she had never really loved him anyway.

Mike buried himself in his work and was successful in his field. He had not even been aware that she was screwing around behind his back, until… well, it hardly mattered now. The fact that he had almost killed the guy when he had hit him had never came to court. The man had refused to press charges and the case had been dropped by the police.

Sally moved out the same day. Mike had taken some pleasure from changing the locks and having the new alarm system installed. Now, after the storm, it was all academic anyway.

Mike was brought out of his reverie by Kate’s hand on his arm.

“Jesus, Mike, you are jumpy! Not surprising, really. Must have been quite a shock.”

Kate prattled on as she handed him a cup of hot sweet tea.

“Best after the shock and all you’ve been through. Now I insist that you pack some clothes in a suitcase and come and stay in our spare suite; it’s no trouble, and I won’t hear anything else.”

Under the circumstances, Mike was happy to agree, and moved his important things that were still intact across an hour later.

o – O – o

As Kate fussed about clearing the supper things away, Mike reflected on the meal he had just eaten. It had been months since an honest to goodness home-cooked meal had graced his lips, and he realised just how unappetising the local take-aways and fast food stores really had been.

Helping the older woman tidy up and put things away, Mike was aware of how little he actually knew of his neighbour ‘across the way.’ He had supposed that she must be over sixty, but now, as they talked, he guessed she was a little younger than that: maybe early to mid-fifties, chatty without being garrulous. He found that she was expert at getting people to talk about themselves. ‘A good listener,’ his mother would have said.

Slightly Cami Halıları shocked, Mike realised that Kate and his Mother must be of a similar age. With a slight twinge, Mike also realised that Kate had been — no, still was — an attractive woman. Then, remembering the age gap, he mentally slapped himself down and tried to park any untoward thoughts back in the recesses of his mind.

“So you just stay here as long as you need to,” Kate finished up, “Oh, and anything you want to bring across for safety while the house is in its present state, you carry on and do it. I’ll give you a hand, to hold a torch and so on.”

And so of course they went across and in the end brought a lot of Mike’s papers and computer equipment across. His portable was OK, but at the very least the main PC Monitor was dead, so that would have to wait. He decided he would take it to his hardware engineer in the morning and get him to look at it.

As he was tidying things up to make his room presentable, Kate arrived with a coffee.

“Now that you know where everything is in the kitchen, you just help yourself if you want anything. Oh, and Mike, that phone over in the corner is a separate line. I had it put in when my daughter lived at home — it was cheaper; she paid for her own calls that way — so, if you need it for your computer or anything, just use it. If needs be, we’ll settle up later. Now, you’ve had a hell of a day. I’d have some sleep; I’m going to. Good night, see you in the morning.”

And like the whirlwind of energy she seemed to be, she was gone.

Mike had a shower, drank his coffee, and climbed into bed, naked as usual. Surprisingly quickly, he went to sleep, pondering over the day as he did so. As his tiredness claimed him, he was vaguely aware of the image of Kate’s rather sexy rear as she had bent over earlier to put something away…

o – O – o

“Wake up sleepy head!”

The cheery greeting, and the bright sunlight as Kate pulled the curtains open, woke him up with a start. Then he realised where he was. Kate put the cup of tea down on the bedside table and then giggled and put her hand up like a schoolgirl. Mike was more than startled as she leaned across and tapped the tent in the bedclothes that covered his erection.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure of inspecting a ‘morning glory’.”

Her reaction and the subsequent events were something Mike would not forget for quite a while. He had forgotten how little a part sex had played in his life of late. He was shy and didn’t go out much, and after the divorce he had simply worked harder. When Kate pulled the light bed covers off he was surprisingly unsure of himself and uncertain about what to do.

“Jeez, Kate…” he started to say, but it turned into a groan of pleasure as Kate wrapped a hand round his shaft and gently stroked it.

The groan turned into an intake of breath as his hips bucked in response to Kate’s stroking, followed by “Oh God…” as his long unused penis prepared to deliver the load to end all loads.

Kate was quick enough to surmise that Mike had a hair trigger; she leaned forward and took the tip of his organ in her mouth just as the first pulse was delivered. The intensity of Mike’s orgasm, heightened as it was by Kate’s response and help, left him faltering and almost blacking out.

Kate milked the last drops gently from him and cleaned him with her lips. The sensation was so intense it almost hurt.

Kate looked him right in the eye and said gently, “Goodness me! That’s a sensation we’ve both missed, judging from the taste of that lot!”

She glanced at Mike’s half-flaccid penis and slipped out of her housecoat.

“I hope there’s a little more where that came from.”

Mike, still stunned by the turn of events, took in the sight of the slim-waisted naked woman in front of him. Kate laughed as she reached forward and gently closed his mouth.

“No flies, but I’ve a few other bits that could do with some attention!”

Mike shook his head in disbelief as she climbed onto the bed. Kate had transformed from a mild-mannered, mature woman who reminded him of his mother into a sexually aggressive and very sexy-looking naked woman who seemed to know exactly how she wanted the next few minutes to go. Now on her hands and knees and astride Mike’s legs, Kate leaned forward and kissed him.

“I see,” she laughed, “I’m going to be made to do all the work, am I? Well, in that case…”

She kissed him again and, before he could react, slipped her tongue between his lips. Mike was aware of the slightly tart taste of his semen still on her lips. Then she kissed her way down his his chest to his groin, where his penis was stiffening again, betraying his real state of mind.

Kate swivelled her bottom round and straddled him, facing towards his feet and presenting him with the sight of a befurred and very ready pussy. Barely giving him time to draw breath, she gently brought it down and sat on his face. Faced with the inevitable and with the aphrodisiac smell and taste now presented to him, Mike buried his mouth and tongue and felt Kate shudder with desire as he did so. As he continued to concentrate on returning the pleasure once more being given to him, he became aware that she had stopped eating him and was keening as she arched her back, pushing harder down onto his face as she came with an intensity that frightened him. She went limp and he caught her, easing her onto the bed as she blacked out.

Worried, Mike stroked her face as she returned from the heights of the pleasure she had just experienced. Her eyes flickered open and, much to his relief, she smiled at him.

“Dear boy,” she said, “it’s been too long… far too long since that last happened.”

As he kneeled over her, she slid her hand along his leg and stroked him gently. His penis jerked and responded quickly, to her touch and to the sight of the naked, attractive woman now lying in his bed.

“Now come here, put that thing where it belongs. Screw my brains out!”

Mike needed no further encouragement. As Kate steered, he eased forward and slipped gently into her waiting nether lips. Kate bucked her hips up to take him.

“No finesse; just fuck me!” she almost yelled into his ear, bucking her hips as she set the rhythm.

Within a mere ten or twenty strokes, Mike arched his back and pressed deep, deep into Kate and shuddered as his orgasm hit him. Kate, right with him, screamed her own pleasure as they hung onto each other in shuddering ecstasy.

They stayed interlocked until his penis relaxed to the point of gently slipping out of Kate. She sighed gently and hung onto him as they both slowly returned from the heights of their pleasure. Gently, she brushed his cheek and kissed him.

“Kate…” Mike started to say, but Kate just laid a finger gently on his lips.

“Friendship. Help in time of need: that’s what friendship is all about. I think we both needed that!

“Now, if you’ve got a moment…”

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Mo was trembling with nervousness and excitement as she knocked on the hotel room door. It was going to be her first time meeting Jessica in person after playing with her online for months. There was a shadow of someone looking through the door’s peephole, then Mo heard a voice.

“You know what to do pet.”

Mo took a deep breath and looked up and down the corridor to make sure no one was there. Then she reached into her purse, took out the blindfold Jessica had sent her in the mail, and put it over her eyes. Mo heard the door open, and a soft strong hand took her by the wrist and led her into the hotel room. The door closed behind them, and Mo was spun around and pressed against it. Jessica pressed herself against Mo’s back, and leaned down to whisper into Mo’s ear.

“I am going to have so much fun with you pet,” Jessica purred. She reached around and began unbuttoning the dress shirt Mo was wearing. In moments it was open, exposing Mo’s breasts as she had been instructed not to wear a bra. Jessica pulled the shirt off Mo, then pressed her back against the door, her breasts against the cool painted wood. A second later Jessica pulled down and off the skirt Mo was wearing, revealing a pair of black lace panties.

Now clad only in her panties and high heels, Mo was led into the room, still blindfolded. Jessica took Mo’s hands and pulled them behind her back, then Mo felt a pair of leather cuffs slide over her hands and tighten on her wrists.

Once more Jessica whispered into Mo’s ear, “Do you remember your safeword pet?”

Mo nodded. “It’s ‘Ghost.'”

“Good. Picture upload Then unless you need to say it, I don’t want to hear anything but moans from you.” Jessica then began to tweak and play with Mo’s nipples until they stood out straight and hard from Mo’s breasts and she was panting. Jessica’s hands left Mo’s breasts, and a second later Mo let out a yelp and shuddered in pain as a pair of clamps were applied to her nipples, then another as Jessica tugged the chain that connected the clamps to make sure they were secure.

Mo heard a rustle of clothes as Jessica undressed herself, then felt Jessica’s hand slowly run up her thigh to her panty covered crotch.

“Someone’s wet I see,” Jessica said and Mo blushed, then moaned as Jessica’s fingers began to run up and down the outside of her lips through her panties. She began to push open Mo’s pussy so that even more moisture collected in the crotch of the panties, and even though Jessica was ignoring Mo’s clit, she could feel herself start to approach orgasm. Mo moaned in frustration when Jessica stopped touching her, and pulled her panties down and letting Mo step out of them.

“Open up little girl,” Jessica said, and when Mo opened her mouth Jessica pushed Mo’s panties in so that the sodden crotch rested against her tongue. Mo tasted herself and was embarrassed by how wet she had made her panties.

Jessica’s hand returned to between Mo’s legs lightly running over her pussy. “Mmm. Nice and smooth. Good little whore,” she whispered. Mo felt her heart flutter with the compliment. She images upload had waxed just the day in anticipation of this meeting.

Jessica placed her hands on Mo’s shoulders and turned her around. Mo felt Jessica kneel down, and spread apart her ass cheeks.

“However, you could certainly be cleaner here,” Jessica said as she examined Mo’s asshole. Mo thought she was going to die of embarrassment. She had showered right before coming to the hotel and she hadn’t used the toilet since. There was no way she could be dirty there!

Jessica stood back up and turned Mo back around. “I think I’m going to have to do something to fix that,” she said, and took the chain connecting the nipples clamps and led Mo into the bathroom. In the bathroom Jessica made Mo kneel, then pushed her down so that her breasts and face were pressed against the tiles and her ass was in the air.

Mo heard the snap of Jessica putting on a pair of latex gloves, then felt Jessica’s dry gloves hands running over her ass. Once again Jessica spread Mo’s ass cheeks. Then she felt a cold shock as a large dollop of lube was applied to her asshole. A gloved finger began to spread it over and massage the lube against Mo’s tight rear hole before. Then the finger was pushed into Mo’s ass, sliding in easily because of all of the lube and drawing a gasp of shock from Mo.

The finger withdrew, and Jessica told Mo, “This might be a bit uncomfortable, but I’m sure you can take it.”

Jessica’s finger was quickly replaced by a small plastic nozzle which she pushed into Mo’s asshole until the plastic bulb it was attached to pressed against Mo. Then Jessica began to squeeze the bulb, pushing a warm salt water mixture into Mo. At first it just felt warm, and almost like relieving herself in reverse, but then she became full, then over full, feeling her stomach swell and bulge. Finally there was no more water in the bulb and Jessica stopped squeezing.

“I’m going to pull out the spout now,” Jessica told Mo. “Stay very still, and don’t let any leak out.”

Mo felt the nozzle slowly withdraw from her asshole, which she desperately clenched to try and keep any of the water that had been forced into her from leaking out. She was starting to cramp, her body wanting to force the water out.

“Now I’m going to have to leave this in for fifteen minutes.” When Mo heard that, she shuddered. There was no way she would be able to hold it for that long. “I know that it would be quite hard to keep it all in so I’m going to give you a little help.”

The rubber tip of a buttplug was pressed against Mo’s asshole, then slowly pushed in. Mo tried to both relax to let the buttplug in and keep her asshole closed so no water leaked out. It was awkward and felt strange, but soon the widest part of the plug was in and her asshole snapped closed around the base. The cramps were still there, getting worse in fact, but at least Mo didn’t have to concentrate on preventing leaks anymore.

Mo felt Jessica’s hands on her shoulders, lifting her torso from the tiles of the bathroom floor. She was brought up to kneeling, then her head was steered forward. Mo immediately smelled Jessica’s arousal, and knew what was coming.

“This should take your mind off your ass,” Jessica said, and Mo extended her tongue to begin licking the very wet pussy of her mistress.

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Chapter 18

Marion Slade & Friend

Our first game of the season was against Fairmont, a team from down-state. They were supposed to be loaded this year and we were looking forward to seeing just how well we would do against their highly regarded ace pitcher.

We started “Bone” Cleary, a big right-hander, who was as wild as I’d ever seen him. In the first, he walked the bases loaded; then gave up a base clearing double to their clean-up hitter. We went down in order in the bottom of the first, with only one batter, Allen Temple making contact off their starter. Score 3- 0.

Cleary was still wild in the second giving up two more walks before getting a double play that scored another run. Score 4 — 0.

He didn’t last a third of an inning in the third; giving up back-to-back home runs before Coach changed pitchers.

I was the lucky reliever, making my first appearance on the mound. It showed. After allowing two singles, I lost my control and walked the next two batters. Then I grooved a fastball, and the opposing pitcher took me out of the park.

I settled down after that, and got the side out. We went down in order, grounding out to short, first and the pitcher. So far we didn’t have a hit, but we were making contact with the ball.

Score 9 — 0.

In the sixth inning Champ Banion, our big first baseman, tripled, but died on third. It was our only hit of the day, and the final score was Fairmont 9, Webster’s 0.

Coach didn’t say much afterward; but told us everyone has an off day, and to be on time for tomorrow’s practice.

We had another game the night after, at Mountain View, and Dennis Woods, our hard hitting right fielder would take the mound, with Duane Klosterman following him after three or four innings.

Dennis Woods sidled up to me after we’d showered and asked me how I felt out on the mound.

“Not all that comfortable,” I replied.

“Takes a little getting used to,” he said, and with him being a senior, I believed him.

“You’re starting the next game, how do you feel?”

“Nervous as hell,” he said. “But I’ll be alright after that first pitch. I always am.”

I left the locker room feeling a little better. After all things had to get better, hadn’t they?

After the game I had my spikes tied together and slung over my neck. I had showered and was ambling along to my car wearing a pair of flip-flops and very loose sweatpants and football jersey, when a woman’s voice called my name.

“Aubrey!”

I turned toward the voice, and saw Marion Slade walking toward me. My erection started the moment I saw her.

Marion was a lean, solid woman, perhaps thirty-four years of age; about 5′ 8″ with slim muscular hips, and ample breasts. She had thick, dark brown hair that usually hung down to her waist, but this day was tied in some kind of ponytail, and an irresistible, ready smile. And she was one helluva great fuck.

“Hi,” I called out as she approached me. I had my car door open and waited for her to reach me.

“Hi Aubrey, how are you?” she said, walking up to me. There was another woman with her, I guessed she was in her later thirties, but very attractive and certainly a MILF.

“This is Sandy. Sandy, Aubrey, he’s the dreamboat I told you about. What do you think?”

“He’s gorgeous, Marion, absolutely gorgeous.”

Both women were devouring me with their eyes, and I returned the compliment, running my eyes up and down Sandy’s lush body, pausing at her full breasts and then again at her crotch.

“Could you turn a little to the side, Sandy?” I asked politely.

She did, but Marion had to ask why.

“I’d just like to check her ass out, that’s all.”

“Impertinent, isn’t he?” Marion said to Sandy, who laughed and replied, “Tit for tat, right, Aubrey?”

“Exactly, Sandy,” I said. “I think we’ll get along just fine. “Marion, are you taking me to your place, or Sandy’s?”

“It sounds like he’s done this before,” Sandy said, giving Marion a look.

“He has … to a point,” Marion said, and then to me, “We’ll take our car, will you follow?”

“Sounds good to me,” I said. “And I’ll call home when we get to wherever,” I told them.

The women led the way to what had to be Sandy’s condo. It was a plush landscaped Spanish style building and there were several young women scampering about in various forms of dress, several of whom appeared to be trying to get some rays in from the late afternoon sun, after coming home from work. I thought I could be quite happy living there.

My thoughts in that regard were preempted when Marion goosed me as we entered Sandy’s condo. I yelped and the two women thought it tremendously funny.

Sandy asked if I’d like something to drink, and I asked for a Coke. She went to the refrigerator took a can of Coke out, and dropped it on the floor.

She gave me a look that revealed her embarrassment, put the can back, and took out another, opened it and poured it into a large glass filled with ice.

I accepted the glass and took a long drink, Cami Halısı and sat down. I had another erection and they both took note of it. Marion actually licked her lips.

“Sandy’s a fund manager over at Duson and Long’s,” Marion said. I nodded. It meant nothing to me.

Marion babbled on, and Sandy also managed to get out a word or two. I pretended to listen, but concentrated on Sandy’s legs, which were worth looking at, and something about those perfectly manicured fingernails and her self-assured demeanor made her well worth flirting with.

I called home and told my mother I was over at Duane’s playing a new video game with him. Next I called Leah and told her the truth, which was that I was at a friend’s house, a female friend and would be having sex with her.

“Is this the one whose husband likes to watch?”

“No, it’s a different woman, and she has a friend.”

“Two women?”

“Yeah…”

“You’re not making this up are you?”

“No, I’m not making any of it up. I told you how it was going to be.”

“I know, I know,” Leah said, “it’s just…”

“I’ll make tomorrow special, Leah, you’ll see.”

“How special?”

Both Sandy and Marion were regarding me with even more interest than they had earlier.

“At least six orgasms.”

“Only six?”

I laughed, “Maybe eight, how’s that sound?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

We spoke a little longer, mainly about our double date with Duane and LO Sailor, and then ended our conversation.

Marion said, “If you don’t mind my saying so, you handled that amazingly well. Before you began I couldn’t imagine any male telling his significant other what you were about to do and yet keeping her from going bananas on you.”

I smiled and said, “And that’s the power of a great orgasm … I guess.”

Both women laughed delightedly.

Sandy said, “On that basis, I’ll leave it to you to get things started. How would you like to proceed?”

“Why don’t you do a strip routine for us? Marion, you can sit next to me. Then you can try to outdo Sandy’s performance. That should get me up for the two of you.”

Sandy was wearing an expensive looking green dress, with a certain amount of cleavage, but certainly not overdoing it. Her light brown hair was pulled back, exposing her neck and her ears.

She had on a light amount of makeup; actually she really didn’t need much. Despite the slight creases around her eyes and the corners of her mouth, she had wonderful clear pale skin that contrasted wonderfully with her light brown hair.

Marion joined me on the couch. She wore a thigh length leather skirt and a white blouse with the top three buttons undone. The top mounds of her breasts were visible as was a good deal of her lacy bra. She wore a lot of bracelets that jingled as she moved her arm reaching out to cup my testicles and squeeze my dick.

“So how shall I start?” Sandy asked.

“How about a bump and grind, like the strippers do?”

“How would you know anything about strippers?” Marion asked, giving my dick a healthy hand hug.

“Pornos,” I replied.

“I should have known,” she said and giggled.

Meanwhile, Sandy was trying to emulate a bump and grind for me. She did alright, but wasn’t really sexy at all.

“Hike the dress up,” I suggested.

She did, and things sort of fell into place after that.

The next bump revealed a portion of her panties, and I clapped my hands.

She came over to Marion and me and asked us to unbutton the back of her green dress.

Marion obliged and then Sandy slowly and tantalizingly peeled the dress off her right shoulder, leaving one cup of her bra in plain view.

A sheen of light sweat appeared on her forehead as she repeated the bump and grind.

“Come closer,” I called, and she did.

“Do that again, but touch me when you do.”

Sandy took a step and was now only inches away from us. Her bump had her making contact with my knee. She paused and the leaned into my leg and placing her pussy against my kneecap, rubbed vigorously against me. Even before she broke contact with me, my hand was around Marion’s neck, pulling her to me and I kissed her passionately.

When I looked back at Sandy she was almost naked, having shorn her dress and bra.

“That’s great, Sandy,” I said. “Now you join me here, Marion it’s your turn to strip. See if you can outperform Sandy.”

And I half-shoved her upright as Sandy took her place beside me. I immediately drew her into my arm and kissed her while caressing her left breast.

Marion, standing directly in front of us, leaned over and took hold of my cock, still under cover of my sweatpants, and made its outline evident to Sandy, whose mouth formed a wide O at the sight of my not quite full sized erection.

“Let go of me, and start dancing,” I said sternly. Marion backed up and tried a bump and grind.

I turned my face to Sandy’s and kissed her again. Her hand meandered into my sweats and firmly gripped my dick, causing me to groan.

When Cami Halıları I looked up at Marion, her bra was being waved in the air; her blouse was half open and of course her ample breasts were bobbing crazily under the blouse.

“Lose the skirt!” I yelled hoarsely, as Sandy’s hand began jerking me off under my sweats.

Marion, unzipping the skirt called out, “Don’t you dare let him cum, Sandy!”

Ignoring her, Sandy whispered, “Lift up.”

I did and she pulled the sweatpants off me, letting them pool around my ankles.

Marion laughed lewdly and tossed her skirt over Sandy’s head.

“Marion! You’re so outrageous,” Sandy said laughing almost a lewdly as Marion, who joined us on the couch, with me in the middle.

I put an arm around each of them, and alternately kissed one then the other. Four hands traced across my head and body, four lovely, experienced feminine hands. Then, while Sandy removed my jersey, Marion knelt on the floor and removed my flip-flops.

I was stark naked in seconds, my rock hard dick was being passed from hand to hand, my whole body being caressed by two MILF’s.

They teased me for a time, not permitting me to remove their skimpy thongs. So I kissed them in turn, and teased their respective nipples until we were all moaning and groaning with lust.

Marion stood after a while, and pulled me gently into a standing position by my cock. Sandy ran her hand along my ass and teased my asshole. It was wonderful, erotically stimulating and somewhat humiliating when her finger eased into my ass. In her high heels, Marion was at least my height, and hissed when my hand slipped into her thong and cupped her recently shaven mound.

A moment later, grinning ear to ear, Marion led me in a little circle around the room, pulling me by the tip of my rock hard dick, while Sandy, obviously excited, sat back down on the couch, her hand busily moving under her panties as she watched Marion and me.

“Oh, Sandy!” Marion crowed, “Isn’t he good? Didn’t I tell you?”

“Yes you did, and you were quite right.” Sandy answered; her pubis now visible to my eye as her hand movements increased dramatically.

“Aubrey,” Marion said kindly, “I want you to bend over this table.”

And she gently pushed me forward over the kitchen table, so that I was lying with my chest on its surface, but still standing with my naked ass in the air.

It would’ve been easy for me to take charge; to just flex my muscles, exert my masculinity, and tell them both to get their skinny asses into the bedroom. I’m sure they would have done it, and it would’ve been fun like that as well.

But Marion’s hands over my ass felt wonderful, and were soon joined by Sandy’s. I let myself relax, yielding to the sensation, spread my legs, so they could take turns reaching under and between to stroke my cock and balls. It was fun not knowing who was doing what, or when.

Fingers traced lightly across my back, down my spine. Hands gripped my dick; explored my thighs and calves. I surrendered myself to them, allowed them to use me, trusting the two of them. It was very special, so wonderfully weird and different. I felt a fingernail scratch across my anus; it had to be Sandy. When the finger started pushing its way inside, I was sure it was. Marion had never explored that area of my body; at least not to that extent.

It was almost too much for me; I nearly objected. But then I thought; they have a lot more experience than me, let’s go further and see what they’re capable of.

“Check this out, Marion,” Sandy said, “Do you want to try?”

“You’re so wicked, Sandy!” Marion replied. “What are we doing to this poor boy?”

“He doesn’t feel very poor to me, Sandy said; and her free hand squeezed my dick.”Go on, stick your finger in. It’s funky.”

I said nothing, waiting to see how far Marion would follow Sandy’s lead.

The finger popped out of my ass, and was replaced by another. It pushed in and out slowly, in a fucking motion, while someone’s hand was on my balls, and someone else was stroking my cock.

“This is a blast, Sandy. But I think we’d better get this hunk into bed.”

Sandy tugged me around by my dick, so I had to stand upright, and led me towards her bedroom tossing her head once or twice along the way to smile back at me. Marion stepped up behind me and, giggling, fondled my naked ass as we walked lock-step, like convicts on a chain-gang.

I lay down on my back on the bed; Sandy lay down next to me, placed her head in the crook of my left arm, and while we kissed she played with my hard on and Marion peeled off her panties.

Marion climbed on top of me, easing herself down, smiling at me broadly, and, with Sandy holding my dick, settled down, impaling herself on me. We both moaned with pleasure at the intensity generated by the heat of each other’s flesh.

She started rocking back and forth, and hopping up and down on it. True to form, she was having a great time. Her long dark hair had become disheveled, and she shook her head from side to side, throwing it against Sandy and me.

In contrast to Marion’s frantic humping, Sandy and I just kept kissing each other in an almost serene manner. There was something genuine and honest about Sandy that really appealed to me. Marion was slightly better looking; despite her having a couple years on Sandy. And good God, when it comes to fucking, she’s a world champion, almost in a class of her own.

That is not to negate Sandy in any way, shape or form. A few short minutes later, the women switched places, and I discovered Sandy brought a different level of intensity to our coupling. I realized I would rather fuck her than Marion. Of course, I kept that to myself.

“There’s something I have to do.” I whispered to Sandy.

“All right, Aubrey, you go right ahead, I’ll be waiting,” Sandy replied, with a smile.

I grabbed Marion by the shoulders and pulled her down against my chest, and squeezing her breasts against me, I rolled her over so that I was on top. I gave her good fucking, and she came once or twice, it was hard to tell. I shot my load into her at last. That made the score Marion 1, Sandy 0.

I took a deep breath, pulled my cock out of Marion and reached out for Sandy. I wondered briefly if it was uncouth to pull my still firm dick out of Marion, and put it straight into Sandy. I’m sure somewhere there’s a book of etiquette that can answer this question, but I’ve never found it. Unless one finds it best to clean oneself off thoroughly before putting it in another. But I was young, and they appeared to be unconcerned with my actions.

I found it incredibly kinky; Sandy spread her thin white legs wide, and I pushed my young hard dick into her center. A gasp escaped her, and she threw her head back, and held my shoulders in her delicate, well manicured hands.

Meanwhile, Marion’s hands roamed over my ass and pulled on my balls every now and then as I gave Sandy what she was in need of.

She was a bit uptight about it, I could tell. I kissed her and fucked her and stroked her face with my fingertips. I told her she was lovely, which was true, and that it was my pleasure and privilege to be fucking her.

When she finally came, I felt a huge release of tension from her, as if a long awaited barrier had been surmounted.

While I knew Marion wanted me back, I ignored her for the moment, and kept fucking Sandy until she stiffened in her next orgasm. Even then, I would have liked to try for a third with her, but I knew that the insatiable Lady Marion was waiting patiently for me to finish with Sandy.

Well, maybe not so patiently … for I was physically removed from Sandy’s sensuous cunt, and rolled over and mounted by the horny Marion. All three of us were laughing as Marion started counting the thrusts of my dick as she rode me hard.

“…. two, three, four … mmmm, good!”

I fucked Marion for about 10 or 15 minutes, and we changed positions many times. She got on her hands and knees, and I was fucking her from behind, stopping every now and then to kiss Sandy while she stroked my balls. I’ve never been with any woman who seemed to enjoy sex quite as much as Marion, well perhaps Gerry, but I digress.

“Lie on your side, Aubrey,” she said by way of instruction. “Lift one leg. No, the other one! That’s it! Now, suck his dick, Sandy. I’m going to suck his balls. You’d better be ready Sandy, because I think he’s is going to come pretty hard.”

I felt Marion’s finger work its way into my ass again, as my balls got sucked into her warm mouth. She finger fucked me while Sandy worked her own oral magic.

It felt like everything below my belly button was submerged in feminine attentions. My whole body felt like warm soup. I couldn’t take anymore, this was the end; no man could withstand this. I felt the contractions starting in my balls, and I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.

I didn’t think I could have that much in me, since I had ejaculated not long before. Spasms ran through me, running from my belly down to my knees, shooting fluid from the tip of my dick and into Sandy’s waiting mouth. Even when there was no more fluid to pump, the spasms continued, vainly trying to pump something that was no longer there.

When at last it subsided, and rational thought started to become a possibility once more, my two lovers released their grip on my erogenous zones, and we relaxed for a time; a head on each of my shoulders, a sensuous, curvaceous female body under each of my hands.

Several times during the late afternoon I’d had doubts; I had wondered why I was here with these older women. But after that single incredible orgasm, I no longer could see them as anything but wonderful.

I came out of my daydream hearing Sandy moan, “Mmmm … that feels nice…”

Turning I saw Marion moving Sandy’s hair aside, and then planting soft, warm kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Whoa … an entirely different series of possibilities opened up to me as Marion’s hands went around Sandy’s waist and then up to her breasts to tease her already hardened nipples.

I gnawed gently at Marion’s neck as she pulled and twisted Sandy’s aroused buds. When Marion kept at Sandy’s nipples, I moved to hers and imitated what she was doing to Sandy.

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Chastity stood on the porch, head tipped back as she lifted the long curls from her neck. Lightly fanning herself she closed her eyes and breathed in the cooling night air. Having just stepped from the hot kitchen where she baked a dozen pies, she had a light sheen upon her flushed flesh. The cooling breeze felt delicious as it slide over her, even dressed as she was in a skimpy tank top and a pair of men’s boxers she was hot, even had that air of “just fucked” look about her. Letting down her long curls she glanced down the block to the new neighbor that was moving in. Groaning softly, she watched the man continue to unload his truck. The man was built, sinewy muscles gleamed even in the fading light, tanned and full of brawn it made the inner hunger of her slutty nature spring to life. Grasping the hand rail of the porch she leaned forward, breasts unbound strained against her tank top, her gaze latched to every motion the man made. Tonight he had on no shirt and just a pair of cut offs. “Damn that man is hott, just Cami Halısı what I need to sink my teeth into” she whispered to herself.

The scent of the cooling pies brought her out of her hypnotized watch on the man and a wicked idea sprang forth, immediately her nipples hardened at the thought and her cunt throbbed to life. “That’s it, I will take him a pie and introduce myself. Just be the friendly neighbor girl” Turning she quickly entered the house, bent at the waist and flipped her hair over until it fell unrestricted to the ground, dragging her fingers through it, she gave it that tasseled look and tossed her head back, feeling the ends lash at the curve of her ass. Taking a quick glance in the mirror she didn’t need any makeup, eyes were gleaming with excitement, which lent a glowing blush to her face. Taking a few steps, she grasped one of the cool pies, it wouldn’t do to have a hot apple pie with what she had in mind.

Chastity watched him disappear into the house with the last box Cami Halıları and close the door before she stepped up to the door. Taking a deep breath, she could feel the material of the tank top graze her already hardened nipples, causing her to whimper slightly. Closing her eyes she whispers quietly, “Calm down doll, you can do this” A wicked gleam shimmied in her gaze as she knocked on the door. Chastity could hear the footfalls of the man before the door opened. Fuckkk, He was better in person then from down the street, she thought.

He smiled when he opened the door, a smile to melt the coolest of icebergs, warmth just shot through her like an arrow as he said hello. Stammering a bit she uttered in a quiet yet sultry voice, ” I just thought I would introduce myself and bring you something to snack on”. He smiled warmly once again and reached for the pie, just as she stepped forward. The collision of both bodies against each other had apple pie splattered and smeared all over their chests. Both Chastity and him started laughing before she whispered, “Here let me help you with that”. Leaning forward, Chastity snaked her tongue along that gorgeous bare chest, teasing and tasting him along with the sweet cinnamonny taste of the pie. “Mmmmmm, delicious” she whispered as she pushed him back deliberately against the wall, her tongue never sliding from his chest as her fingers tugged down on the cut off shorts he had on.

The man took it all in stride, with a bit of surprised etched on His face, but he wasn’t about to fight it. He gripped her hair, fingers twining within as she lowered to her knees. Chastity’s mouth hungry against His flesh, lapping at it like a kitten at warm milk. When his cock sprang free, standing at a good 8 inches she just hovered her mouth over it with anticipation before swallowing it completely. Hot sweaty bodies melded, moans and scents of the two wafted in the air as the silhouette of a woman sucking a man’s cock was seen from the open doorway. Having tasted him at last and sated the hunger she had she rose and winked at him. Reaching out to flick a nail over His chest and catch another glob of apple pie before striding out the door without leaving her name.

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