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Desperate nights…

As requested, this little story is a follow up to ‘Desperate times…’.

All characters are over the age of 18.

Thanks for taking the time to read.

Let me know what you think.

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I’ve always been a light sleeper. The softest sounds would easily wake me up in the middle of the night and I’d lie awake for hours listening to raindrops falling, cats hissing or the ticking of the clock. Since the start of the lockdown sleepless nights had been occurring more often and this night was no different.

I’d been lying awake for a few hours, tossing and turning while thoughts about what had happened between Nathan and me kept going back and forth in my mind. The way our evening ended in a simultaneous jerk-off session had caught me off guard. It was the first time I’d let another guy touch me like that. It was fair to say I’d been confused on how to feel about it. One moment I was disgusted by how easily I’d lost myself in the moment and the next I felt my cock growing hard at the memory of Nathan’s fingers touching it. I thought of how his firm grip had brought me to orgasm so easily. The thing that had me wondering the most though was whether or not I wanted more of it.

After turning over for what felt like the hundredth time I decided to get up and take the age-old advice my mum would give me. Drink some milk. I wasn’t sure it would make a difference, but it surely wouldn’t do any harm to stretch my legs. Hopefully it would settle my mind a bit and calm down my racing thoughts. I got up and grabbed a pair of sweatpants to put on before heading over to the kitchen.

Making my way downstairs I made sure to be as silent as possible and I decided not to turn on the light so I wouldn’t wake up my housemate. To be fair, the light was hardly needed. I could find my way around the house with my eyes closed even after a night of heavy drinking. The kitchen was, of course, empty and quiet except for the humming sound of the fridge. The drying rack on the kitchen counter was filled with washed mugs and glasses.

I picked up a small coffee mug and walked to the fridge with it. I opened the door and squinted my eyes as the bright light illuminated half the kitchen. The milk carton was heavy and full, so I put the mug down before opening it to pour me a refreshing drink. I closed the fridge and suddenly the kitchen was dark again. My eyes needed a minute to adjust to the sudden darkness but surely enough, I found my mug without any trouble. Just when I was about to pick it up and bring it to my mouth, the whole kitchen was illuminated by one flick of a switch. The sudden flash of light surprised me and as I turned around, I knocked over my drink. Cold milk splashed down the front of my sweatpants, immediately soaking the thick fabric.

“Fuck!” I gasped in shock as I stared at the grinning face of Nathan.

“Sorry bro, didn’t know you were here doing…” he said as his face showed confusion. “What are you actually doing?

I felt myself lost for words and started stuttering, “I eh… I…the milk…”

“Of course…milk,” Nathan replied with a knowing look in his eyes. “Aren’t you a little too old to be having wet dreams?”

He chuckled as he walked up to the counter and reached around me to open the fridge.

“Shut up,” I awkwardly murmured while stepping away. I looked for a kitchen towel to mop up the mess I made. By the time I had found a rag to use, Nathan had finished pouring himself a drink. Leaning against the kitchen counter he stared at me casino siteleri while I tried to dry the milk stain on my sweats.

“Perhaps you need to rub a little harder?”

His teasing only made me angry and I threw the rag towards Nathan. He dodged the cloth and resumed his position against the counter while taking a sip of his drink.

“I mean it…Rub it harder.”

I looked up at Nathan, expecting to see a teasing grin on his face. But instead he seemed serious as he repeated the words.

“Rub it harder…”

It sounded like a demand but it didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. Instead it caused the same rush of excitement that had caught me off guard once before. Looking at his face I felt something stirring in my pants. Even though the milk stained fabric was cold against my skin, my erection started to grow.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like the idea…” Nathan teased, as he winked at me and casually rubbed his own crotch.

Since our shared jerk-off adventure I had been wondering what it felt like to touch his cock. The veiny length had impressed me and made me more curious than I was willing to admit. The idea of another play session with my housemate aroused me immensely and I obeyed his request by rubbing more firmly over the milky stain.

Nathan seemed to approve of this and slowly nodded his head while a smile started to form on his face. He watched me for a while, not saying a word and just casually playing with his hidden member. Even though it was still tucked away in his pants, the way he was leaning back against the kitchen counter made the growing bulge clearly visible. Seeing his erection fuelled my own excitement and I felt bold enough to grip my full balls and squeeze them as a tease for both mine and Nathan’s pleasure.

After a few minutes of us rubbing ourselves, Nathan found it time to pull down his pants and free his hardness. His cock was just as veiny and big as I remembered it. The way it throbbed showed that I wasn’t the only one enjoying our late-night encounter. I decided to follow suit and also pulled down my sweatpants.

“Take it off all the way?” Nathan asked, while nodding his head towards my knees where my pants were hanging. Though the words sounded like a question, in my head it felt like another order that I had to carry out. I pulled them further down and stepped out of my sweats, leaving me butt-naked in front of Nathan. I grew fully erect as he kept staring at me and playing around with his cock. My eyes travelled down and felt my cock reacting to the sight of Nathan’s hand wrapped around his shaft.

Another few minutes of silence passed while we both stroked our penises. Suddenly Nathan broke the silence as he looked me straight in the eye, “Want to give me a hand this time?”

I hesitated, felt myself blushing at the question and shrugged my shoulders nervously. At the same time, I felt like screaming “Yes!” so I could finally wrap my fingers around his cock.

“It’s just returning the favour from the other day, right?”

Torn between lust and embarrassment I stepped forward towards Nathan. He placed both his hands on the kitchen counter and leaned further back. His hardness was standing up proud and pointing straight at me. Keeping one hand on my own erection I worked up the guts to reach out my other hand to meet his.

A soft moan was Nathan’s response to my fingers wrapping around his cock. He bit his bottom lip and looked at my face as I slowly started jerking both of us. I wasn’t sure who’s cock was firmer or throbbing harder, but I loved the feeling of two aroused dicks under slot oyna my touch. I must have had a bright red face when Nathan reassured me, “You’re doing a great job…feels good, man.”

I kept stroking, not daring to make any comments. A drop of precum was glistening on the tip of Nathan’s cock. Seeing it turned me on more and more and my cock jumped in my hand. Just as I had done to myself many times, I started circling my thumb over the head of his hardness, spreading the sticky liquid.

“Ooooh, fuck…” Nathan moaned as he let his head fall back.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Before I knew what I was saying, the words were out of my mouth. But Nathan didn’t look at me, nor did he seem to mind my sudden bravery.

“Yes… Keep going!” he gasped, while his knuckles turned white from gripping the kitchen counter.

The way he reacted to my stroking aroused me greatly. My hand wrapped around his penis made him moan and gasp non-stop. Seeing my housemate squirm and writhe was enough to make the precum drip from my own cock.

“Harder…faster!” Nathan moaned.

So I jerked him faster, gripping the throbbing member tightly. I was no longer concerned about my own pleasure and now used both hands to play with the big cock in front of me. Cupping the full balls, squeezing them while my other hand kept moving up and down the shaft.

I felt myself blushing as a new thought popped into my head. What would it be like to suck a cock? Would Nathan let me do that? More importantly: Was I courageous enough to try it? Biting my lip while looking up at my housemate, I considered how he would react to my mouth on his hardness. What if he thought it weird getting sucked by a guy? Then again, Nathan was the one that initiated the shared wank from the other night.

I decided to take the gamble and took a deep breath as I kneeled down. Nathan gasped and looked at me, his eyes wide in surprise. I hesitated for a moment as my eyes travelled down to my hand cupping his full balls.

“What are you doing?”

“I eh…I-“

“Where you planning on sucking me off?”

“What?! Of course not… I’m not g-“

“You can if you want to…” Nathan interrupted.

He was looking down at me and I could swear I saw something close to lust in his eyes. I realised how much he wanted it when he spoke again.

“Go on… Put it in your mouth, if you want to…”

“Nathan, I eh…”

“Promise I won’t tell!”

I nodded my head, realising this was the perfect opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. It seemed best to act on my instincts and take advantage of this situation before Nathan changed his mind. Opening my mouth, I leaned forward and placed my lips on the tip of his cock. I closed my eyes to focus on the new sensations but also in an attempt to block out the idea of what my housemate and I were doing was weird.

Pushing my tongue forward, I took his cock deeper in my mouth. Nathan’s moans felt like a reward to my daring move and I only wanted to hear more of those. I knew what I liked and tried my best to do exactly that to get him to climax. Sucking and licking his shaft, feeling how veiny and hard it was. The fact that his hardness was a reaction to my actions got me extremely aroused and I struggled to think.

I had one hand on his hip and my other was still playing around with his full balls. Soon enough my hand slipped towards his ass and I squeezed it teasingly while pulling his cock deeper into my mouth. As so many guys, I have always been a fan of sloppy blowjobs and I couldn’t resist making some slurping sounds while coating canlı casino siteleri his cock with my saliva.

“Oh fuck, man…” Nathan moaned and gasped, “You can suck me off like that anytime!”

I opened my eyes at his words, pulling back as I directed my gaze up at his face. Suddenly realising what was happening, I felt my cheeks blushing bright red.

“Shit, no!” he immediately said, putting his hand on my shoulder to keep me from moving further away. I froze and hesitated for a moment. I looked up at Nathan who stared back at me, his cheeks bright red from exertion. Or was it shame as well?

We stayed like that for a few moments. Nathan leaning back against the kitchen counter, his hand resting on my shoulder. Me on my knees with my hand wrapped around the base of my housemate’s throbbing member. Neither of us said anything but the thoughts in my mind were racing once again. I felt conflicted and wasn’t sure whether I should continue or pull back and act like all of this never happened.

It was Nathan that made the decision for us as he placed his hand on mine. He calmly guided my hand up and down his cock again. As we stroked him together, he whispered through gritted teeth, “I’m sorry man, so close I just need to finish!”

I nodded my head and tightened my grip more. Of course he wanted to finish. I would want the same if I was standing in the kitchen with an aching hardon and my pants hanging around my ankles. He was my housemate that needed help and I was the one simply lending a hand…literally. With that notion in mind I kept stroking and twisting my hand up and down Nathan’s shaft.

He immediately started gasping and moaning in response and I knew he was getting close. So I decided to quiet my thoughts and do the thing I had been thinking about before. I leaned in closer, opened my mouth and started sucking the tip of his hardness.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

The words of approval made me less shy and I started sucking harder on the first dick I ever tasted. More moaning and gasping was the result and soon enough my head was bobbing up and down Nathan’s hard cock. My tongue pushed up against the underside of the shaft. His hips moved and I felt him slipping deeper in my mouth. I was fully aware of every veiny inch rubbing back and forth between my lips.

Nathan started grunting, signalling me that he was about to ejaculate. For a moment I panicked. He wasn’t going to finish in my mouth, was he? Was I supposed to swallow his seed if he did? But before I could even wander about how his cum would feel or taste Nathan pushed my head back. His cock left my sucking mouth with a popping sound and a big load of warm sperm shot out on my chest.

“I…I- Oh man…” he moaned with a sigh.

It was almost as if he was apologizing for the spurts of semen landing on my chest. I kept my hand still around the base as his cock jerked and throbbed under my touch. Watching the last drops dripping from the head I let go and looked up at my housemate while his cum slowly dribbled down my body. We stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything, both processing what just had happened.

As I felt Nathan’s cock slowly softening, I let go of him. He stepped away and looked at me while awkwardly running a hand through his hair.

“So…eh…I guess you should get that cleaned up,” he stuttered, suddenly nervous.

“Yeah, I should.”

I noticed how all of a sudden HE was the one feeling shy about the situation instead of myself. While his seed slowly dripped and dried on my chest, I watched him walk to the door. Before he opened it, he looked at me, his eyes not really meeting my gaze, and mumbled.

“Hope you can get some more sleep…and thanks.”

And with that he left the kitchen to return to his bedroom, leaving me kneeling on the kitchen floor.

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I spent quite a while thinking, coping with what happened after the afternoon’s goings-on with my aunt. I mean, we both sat for a while after the event, and talked about it for quite a bit. She explained a few things for me, but I was in a bit of a daze, to say the least. It took me a good night’s sleep to even take in what happened: it was my first sexual encounter. It was with my aunt! It was right next to her baby, and it was so passionate that we both couldn’t believe it and couldn’t help ourselves. That takes some time to sink in…

Once it sank in, though, all I could think of is when I can see her again! The next day, in the morning, I had a raging hard-on and only one thing on my mind: my aunt’s round body, swollen, milky tits and her sex, her perfume lingered in my nostrils like she was there and I couldn’t help but rub one off. It took about 30 seconds, I was so turned on!

School was a series of irritating classes and breaks that seemed too long. All I wanted was for it to finish, and to go see Aunt Maria again. So I did, after the end of the last period, I practically ran to her place. Rang the doorbell, she didn’t ask who it was, just the buzz, and I ran up the stairs. She had left the door cracked open, and I walked in. she was wearing a soft, clingy nightie and, I do believe, she had nothing else on… Oh. My. God.

So I’m here, just looking at her. She says,

“I put Jodie to sleep, she’s been wonderful today. Must have been all my pent-up energy she was feeling that drove her mad too… I’m glad you’ve come today!”

“I couldn’t wait to see you,” say I, all shaken and tormented by the urges I’m feeling again.

“Well, I’m glad. But I don’t want to screw you up. Yesterday was wonderful, but you know this can’t go on for too long… we’re just having fun together.”

Wow… and what fun… I want this woman, forever! She reaches for me, and I go to her. We kiss, and it’s long, and sensual, and feels wet, torrid, good, so good! I’m not just hard and pulsating, I’m tingling all over my body and dribbling precome (I can feel it wet in my underpants!), and my hands can’t get enough of her body, I touch her back and shoulders, they feel so good, it’s crazy! I touch her ass, and that’s heavenly and I lose track of my thoughts, squeeze her tight…

“I’m going to show you EVERYTHING!… all the things you boys talk about, and much more. I want you to see it all with me, I want you to tell me all the things you want to do and see, and your Auntie Maria will do them for you! OK?”

I am barely able to speak. What is this? I feel like turning and running away, it’s like this shouldn’t be happening to me. It’s just Too Good To Be True, dammit!!!

“Yes… thank you…”

She laughs at me, softly. I guess thanking her was a bit inappropriate.

“I love you!”

She turns all serious, kind of stern. Oops, maybe that was even more inappropriate! She takes casino siteleri my hands in hers, as we’re standing in front of each other, and clears her throat softly:

“I love you too, Jason. I certainly love you as your auntie. This passion we’ve started to feel for each other—I don’t know where it’s coming from. There’s no way that I want to interfere with your future, I already told you that. I feel that I want to be this for you now, and that’s all. There will come a time when it will be hard for us both, but we will have to break this, and soon. But for now, just enjoy it with me!”

I understand this. It makes sense. I feel amazing desire for this woman, but I know there’s no way in hell our relationship could work as a relationship… or even if I’d want that. But this passion… so strong! I tell her,

“I understand you, Maria.” That’s the first time I ever called her that. “I believe that too, but I am crazy about you now… can’t help it!”

There’s no reply. Not in words, anyway. She lifts her nightie up and yes, there is nothing underneath but a few trimmed hairs and her swollen pussy. I want to touch, but looking is so good that I hold back for a moment. She lifts it further, but doesn’t let it go over her tits just yet—she squeezes them through the soft fabric. One squeeze, one moan; she does this several times, ending with her fingers pinching her nipples. I am hard as a rock. I can’t hold it anymore: there are two milk stains on the silky cloth, where it covers her nipples. They are growing. She’s milking herself for me, just letting the milk soak into the fabric.

As I move closer, remember we’re still standing, she lets the nightie drop over herself again. I put my hands on her hips, and squeezing lightly I lift it back, this time all the way over her breasts. I want to suck her. I am trembling with desire! My tongue is lapping at her nipples, my lips purse around them and I start drinking her sweet essence, and again it’s like hot lava flowing through my body, and most of stops in my groin. My balls tighten around the shaft, and I let out a few more drops of precum. I am squeezing her nipples hard now, between my lips and I use my teeth lightly, making her moan. She brings her own hands into the action, and starts squeezing at the base of her tits to offer me more, but then she pulls away and summons me to sit down.

The couch is good, makes things so much more comfortable. We start again with the sucking, but this time her nightie’s off and so is my shirt. She is squeezing, I am sucking and licking, so as I pull away because I can’t live with my trousers on anymore, she is still squeezing: thin jets of milk are spraying onto me, onto my face and chest, just for a second before she stops. She smiles, noticing this, and I do too.

“I’ll get you!” she says, playing at aiming her tits at my face. I am trying to catch the jets of milk in my mouth, while at slot oyna the same time taking off my trousers and underpants. When I’m done undressing, she stops too. Her hands now on my thighs, she pulls me in line with her bosom and starts squeezing herself again… oh my goooood, she’s spraying her milk onto my hard dick! Closer and closer, more and more milk is gathering on my shaft and she looks as though… Ahhhhh, mmmmmm, oh wow!… she’s sucking me, licking her white milk off me, off my thighs and balls and off my penis! She soaked me with milk, now with her saliva… oh god, this feels fantastic!

A little more of this and my legs go weak, I have to sit down. Next to her, I see her pussy again, she has one hand on it, tweaking it and fingering it and rubbing it—I want to do that too! So I reach out, and she removes her hand to let mine touch her. Then she guides me with her hand back at work, over mine, to give her pleasure. She is SO wet down there! Feels so squishy and nice, I put a finger in. She squeezes it inside, but I want another one next to it! She pushes the one deeper inside, so deep that her finger is in there along with mine… oh wow, it feels kinky, it feels good, her other hand is busy with my cock and soon I feel I can’t wait anymore: I want that hardness inside her!

I move to climb on top of her, she understands, but moves slowly.

“Jason, you mustn’t come inside me again. I hate condoms, so you don’t have to wear one, but you must be careful, OK?”

“Sure, sure. Don’t worry,” say I, the experienced teenager with impressive sexual performance statistics: Started sexual activity: yesterday.

So I’m fucking her. Oh god, when I say fucking, I should say Flying and Dancing and Eating Quasars all at the same time, her pussy feels like it has the vacuum power of a black hole tightening its grip on me, and all I want is to rub, rub, rub into her as fast and as hard as I can.

But she stops me.

“Now I want you to taste me.” I look a little bewildered. “Yes, I want you to go down on me, see what I taste like when you fuck me like this.” For one thing, I can’t believe I’m hearing those words from her mouth—I mean, she’s Auntie Maria, for Christ’s sake—, but more than that I can’t believe she stopped me while I was having such fun! Anyway, I oblige. I go down there.

Oh! The smell! Strong (remember I just pulled out, there is A LOT of juice all over the place), but Good!… I lick, hungrily, and when I taste, I SUCK her. I DRINK her! I am burying my face into her sex and even biting from time to time, ‘cause there’s no way I can stop this, I love it and she tastes so good and I want to smell this forever and I want to put my head inside her if only I could! Her fingers open her inner lips for my tongue, and I put my whole mouth on there, on the inner opening, I suck on it and push my tongue in as far as I can, I do this fast and lots of times in a row, and canlı casino siteleri then it isn’t enough and I move my attention to the bud at the top of her pussy… eh, I know about this. It’s her clit, and I’m gonna EAT it! It is hard like a little rock, and burning hot to the touch, and it’s in my mouth in no time! My tongue lashes at it and my teeth gnaw at it and my lips suck it as hard as I can, I’d pull it off her body if I could… I want to swallow this woman, I feel her juices on my chin and I go down to the watering hole again. It is soaked, but did you expect any different? I know in my enthusiasm I’m reaching into her ass too, but how is that bad? Wait… she’s moaning louder when I do! OK! Let’s go to work down there, I lick her and finger her ass, and she just yelps and pulls me up by the hair (oh my god, what did I do wrong?) and shouts at me

“FUCK ME!!!”

Oh, OK… I am so ready for this… so ready!… I land it Deep, first time, balls-deep, and I stay there. Pull out slowly… in… out…

“I said Fuck ME! FUCK me, harder, aaahhhhh!”

I can’t keep that up anyway, it’s too slow… she needs it hard too, so here I go… pounding at her again, slamming my cock into her, squeezing her tits together with my hands, yes, I can see milk oozing out but it doesn’t really concern me, the fire at the lower levels is much more interesting… and I feel her squeezing me really hard, and moaning, yelling, her nipples taut, her arms clenched around my back, legs squeezing me towards her—then letting go. She’s loose and wet like a soft wet rag underneath me, but I’m not done yet…

I slow down, though, because I want to take this in. She is smiling, in a bit of a daze, looking at me with cloudy eyes, jiggling from the movements I am still making.

“Aahhh…” she moans, breathing out, almost relaxing while I am still boiling. She has come to a hundred percent now, and can see me struggling with my own orgasm. She asks me to stop, but I don’t show much sign of compliance until she tells me what’s on her mind:

“I want you to come on my tits, fuck me in between them and come,” and I nearly spurt my seed when I heard her! I pull out. Her tits are mashed together between her hands and my pussy-soaked cock slides effortlessly between them. It feels heavenly, I stroke it in and out of the soft grasp of her boobs and I feel the inevitable building up, I moan loudly and she is ready, her nostrils flaring with desire for me to come, her tits crushed together looking devastatingly good, my purple cock popping out of their embrace at the top of every stroke. She’s looking at all this, lips parted, as I come, and come and come. Her tongue lashing at my cockhead, this is so hot I think I’m gonna come for ten minutes just from seeing her want me to come and come for her!

Finally I stop. I hope I taste OK. I heard some women don’t like sperm, others do. I fall into her arms, it’s a great hug. Wet, yeah, but feels warm… she noticed the question on my face, and says

“I love to know that I am tasting your pleasure. It’s a strong taste, but when I’m this horny it’s perfect!”

Thank you, Auntie Maria. I feel so good…

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I think about her a lot more now that she is gone. I miss the time that we spent together while our husbands were gone. She made it clear that she wanted me from the beginning. The moments when I slept next to her in bed, afraid to make a move, but knowing that if I did it would be great. I wish now that I could go back…

We were great together; watching movies, going out to eat, doing each other’s hair. I knew about her sexual wants and needs, yet could never bring myself to make the first move.

Tonight I was staying over for the last time before she would leave. It was now or never. We were having our last drink before bed; iced cold, bright orange screwdrivers in little glasses. It was so hot tonight that every time we took a sip the dew collected on the glass would run down and fall onto our legs.

I wanted to kiss her so bad when she got close to me. She grabbed her cherry lip balm and, ever so lightly, put it on her juicy lips. She reached over my body to find the remote hidden between the folds of the tan colored couch we were sitting on. My passion took over and I kissed her lightly at first so that I could take in this moment and taste her. Her lips were soft and her tongue was warm. I was growing hungry inside. I wanted her now more than ever.

Our kisses got stronger and more urgent while our casino oyna hands were wondering over each other’s body. She could feel my body quiver with anticipation of her next move. She slowly trailed her hand from the back of my neck to the front of my chest where she stayed for a few seconds to play with my erect nipples. She followed down my stomach lightly gliding her fingers across until she reached the green drawstring of my pajama pants. She squeezed her hand between my pants and underwear until she reached my inner thigh.

We kissed more intensely while we were muffling our moans. My hand was under her shirt grasping her large tits while slowly circling her nipples. I stopped kissing her to lift up her shirt. I wanted to see the red flush of her nipples and feel them in my mouth. I sucked lightly at first, then used more pressured which made her moan even louder. She moved her hand closer and slid it under my moist, pink, mesh panties to feel my neatly shaven pussy. I was so wet that she slid her finger right into me and made me shudder with pleasure. She continued to move her finger in and out in a rhythmic mode feeling me get tighter and tighter. I knew that I would have exploded soon if I did not stop her, I wanted this to last. I grabbed her hand and slowly removed it.

I got up off the couch and kneeled slot oyna down in front of her between her legs. I lifted up her shirt and grabbed my glass off the coffee table. I took a sip and caught an ice cube in my mouth. I held it between my lips as I ran it along her neck, down her chest, around her belly button, and back up to each nipple. It melted before I reached her second nipple but the coldness was still there. She was gasping for air in between her moans with her head pushed back into the couch. I gradually removed her pink monkey pajama bottoms to expose her black thong. I noticed the wetness gathered in between her legs.

I got up and went into her bedroom, opened the bottom drawer of her dresser, and grabbed the biggest vibrator that she had. I brought it back into the living room with me and her eyes seemed to light up. I got back down on my knees, in between her legs, and slid a finger into her warm, wet pussy. I have never felt the inside of a woman, not even myself. I rocked my finger back and fourth feeling her getting more wet and tighter.

Slowly, I removed my finger and inserted the vibrator. I leaned down and gently licked her big, warm clit. She bucked her body into each thrust I made. I knew she was getting close because my hand was dripping with her juice. It was so warm and sweet. She left canlı casino siteleri out one loud moan and waves of pleasure washes over her. She grabbed the vibrator and removed it from her pulsating pussy and laid it on the table.

She forcefully pushed me down onto the floor and kissed me hard. She tasted her own sweet juice with each lick of my lips. She pulled off my bottoms and tore my underwear- she has wanted this since we first met and wasn’t holding back. She teased me with each kiss she placed between my thighs while caressing my breasts.

Inch by inch she slid her long slender finger into my dripping wet pussy while passionately kissing me. She slid her head down while her hair trailed over my stomach until she reached my pleasure point. Her tongue felt warm and spongy against my throbbing clit. She licked at a fast pace while thrusting her finger in and out, feeling me entirely. With each push I bucked into her hand until my pussy got so tight it pushed her out. She continued working on my clit with her tongue licking faster than before.

Within seconds I was screaming her name, bucking my hips, and feeling the sensation of my warm liquid streaming down my ass and thighs. She gave me one last kiss below before lying beside me on the floor. I gave her a sweet kiss with a little tongue parting her lips while I removed the hair from her face in a romantic way. We both looked at each other and knew. It was time for a shower…and maybe round two.

Here I am again, daydreaming about what it would be like. Now I need to go and masturbate.

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Auntie Maureen and I continued to fuck and suck and do more and more kinky things together. I met her daily and even when she had her period I would fuck her in the ass and she would suck me off.

She began to mention her daughter, my cousin, Kerry and more and more often would say things like, ‘I wish I had tits as large as Kerry’s, you should see her erect nipples’.

I didn’t give much thought to what she said until I was round aunties house one day when Kerry walked in. At once, that remark by Auntie Maureen came back to me. She was right, from what I could see Kerry did have large tits, much larger than Auntie Maureen.

We sat and chatted for a while and then Auntie Maureen said to me, ‘Kerry has said she would like to join us for one of our sex sessions, what do you think’.

I smiled and said, ‘Great, when can we do it’.

Auntie Maureen replied, ‘Well how about tonight, why not come round about 7.30.’

I replied,’ Fine, I’ll be there and look forward to it.’

Just as I was about to go, Kerry said, ‘Here’s just a glance at what you can look forward to’. She lifted her T shirt and exposed two wonderfully huge breasts with large erect red nipples. I reached forward to touch them and she simply said, ‘Later’.

I went home and showered. It was wonderful enough fucking my auntie without her daughter joining in. The thought soon got my cock hard.

I rang their doorbell at exactly 7.30. Kerry opened the door and let me in. Her face was well made up with lots of red lipstick. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I followed her in and loved the look of her stocking clad legs, high heel shoes and short skirt.

I followed her into the lounge and was surprised to see Uncle Peter sitting there. Auntie Maureen got up and walked over to me. Put her arms round me and kissed me passionately on the lips.

As we broke away from the kiss she said, ‘I hope you don’t mind but Uncle Peter wants to watch us’.

He looked at me said, ‘I really don’t mind’.

I was shocked at first, but when I saw how sexy Auntie Maureen and her daughter looked, most of my doubts evaporated.

Auntie Maureen said, ‘Let’s go upstairs’.

Auntie Maureen went first, followed by Uncle Peter, then Kerry, then me. I could clearly see up Kerry’s skirt. She had no knickers on.

We all went into a bedroom. There was a huge bed one end of the room with several full length mirrors and a couple of arm chairs.

Auntie Maureen said to me, ‘Sit on the bed while we get Uncle Peter ready’.

I watched as Kerry and her mother undressed him. As Kerry pulled her father’s underpants down she said, ‘Mummy, daddy’s cock is hard can I make him cum now’.

Auntie Maureen replied, ‘No, not yet, he can watch us and then we’ll all make him cum. I’m sure it’ll really turn him on watching us suck and play with Roberts cock and then watch us all fucking each other’.

Uncle was now totally naked. His erect cock, about 6 inches long stood out straight in front of him and he was slowly stroking it. Auntie Maureen said to him, ‘You can stop that, you’ll cum, when we decide and not before’.

Auntie Maureen undid her blouse and took it off. She had a black bra on that was only a series of straps that supported her tits. She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She had no knickers and on and stood with a pair of black seemed stockings and suspender belt and 4 inch black high heel shoes.

Kerry then undressed and wore identical clothing to her mother. Her nipples were already red and very erect. I could see her pussy lips were quite damp.

Auntie Maureen went to a cupboard and bought out a number of items. The first was some lipstick. She walked over to her daughter and outlined the aureola of her tits and then coated her erect nipples liberally with lipstick. I wanted to jump up and suck them.

As I watched Kerry repeat the performance on her mother’s nipples I decided to undress. My large erect cock soon stood out to attention in front of me.

Kerry came over and grabbed it and started stroking it slowly. I wanted to feel those lovely red lips clamped tightly around it but Auntie Maureen soon interrupted.

‘Kerry, lets get Daddy ready first then we can do whatever we want.’

She led her husband over to an armchair and before he sat down she handed Kerry a large black butt plug. Kerry knelt down and held it on the chair while her mother lowered her husband onto it. Auntie Maureen lowered him slowly so that the butt plug eased gently inside Uncle Peter’s ass.

Uncle Peter’s mouth dropped open with pleasure and he closed his eyes as he felt the lovely sensation of his ass being penetrated by the long black plug. In his mind he imagined it was a young virile cock that he was impaling himself on.

His cock grew larger as he clearly loved the feeling. He reached out and started rubbing his cock again.

Auntie Maureen spoke very sternly, ‘Stop that, you’ll cum when I say so and not before’.

With that casino siteleri she found 2 straps and strapped his arms to arms of the chair. Uncle Peter was now unable to touch himself.

Auntie Maureen said to Kerry, ‘Just give Daddy a little taste of what he can expect when we are ready to let him cum.’

Kerry knelt down in front of her father and lowered her lipstick coated lips over his cock. She clamped her lips tight around it and started sucking it. Uncle Peter was in heaven as his daughter sucked him. Suddenly Auntie Maureen said, ‘OK that’s enough for now, he can watch us enjoying ourselves first.’

Uncle Peter pleaded, ‘Oh please, let me cum, let my little girl suck me off, let me cum in my little girl’s mouth. Or release my hands and let me wank myself off as I watch you, oh please’.

Auntie Maureen relented and said, ‘OK then. Kerry let daddy cum’.

She lowered her mouth down over his cock yet again and clamped her lips tight around the tip. Auntie Maureen reached for the vibrator control of the butt plug and turned it on. The look on Uncle Peter’s face showed he was in heaven as the vibrator buzzed away deep inside his anus and his daughter sucked on his cock.

Auntie Maureen suddenly halted things and said to me, ‘Lie down on the floor with your head near the foot of the chair, now Kerry as you lean down and suck daddy’s cock Robert can lick your pussy and I can lower myself down on Robert’s cock. That way we all get pleasure’.

I was the first to lie down and Kerry slowly positioned herself over my face. I could smell her pussy juices as she lowered her pussy against my lips. I poked out my tongue and it shot inside her wet pussy.

Kerry than lowered her mouth over her fathers cock and started sucking it. Then I felt Auntie Maureen lowering her wet pussy down onto my erect cock. At last all 4 of us were getting sexual pleasure.

Auntie kept raising herself up on my cock, nearly letting it come it and then plunging herself down as hard and as deep as she could. I thought that Auntie Maureen was facing her daughter but actually had her back to her and facing the other way. Suddenly I heard another buzzing sound and felt my ass being tickled by a vibrator and realised that Auntie Maureen was slowly inserting it into me. I have to admit I loved it.

I felt Kerry lowering her head up and down on her fathers cock. She was also getting much wetter. My tongue and lips were alternately sucking and licking her pussy. Her juices were making my face very wet. I adored the taste of my cousin’s pussy juices.

Auntie Maureen now had the vibrator deep inside my ass and was obviously enjoying fucking me in the ass while she rode frantically up and down on my erect cock.

Soon Uncle Peter was calling out, ‘Oh, I’m cumming, suck daddy’s cock, make daddy cum in his little girls mouth, oh please, it’s heaven, let me cum’.

Kerry was almost cumming too as I sucked her clit, She wanted to taste her fathers cum again. It had been a few days since she had last done it and loved the taste of it. She clamped her lips tighter, reached up and squeezed her father’s balls and sucked him to orgasm.

Kerry always adored the feeling as her father shot his hot spunk into her mouth. He always managed to cum with such force that she loved the feeling as it hit the back of her throat. She swirled it round her mouth to savour the taste before swallowing it all.

She remembered back to all those years ago when her mother showed her what to do to her father and how she first disliked the taste of her fathers cum. But after a few times she soon got addicted to the taste and even when her mother and she both sucked her father it was always Kerry who insisted that she got the final mouthful.

Kerry was about to cum and ground her pussy down harder against my face. My lips found her clit and I sucked hard on it.

Kerry shouted out, ‘Oh fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuck, its wonderful, suck my cunt, oh God, yes THAT’S IT.’

She was right, that was it. I never realised someone could produce so much cum. I felt it flood all over my lips and face. It tasted wonderful. Kerry lifted herself off and went round to her mother.

Auntie Maureen too, was almost ready to cum. Kerry took the vibrator from her mothers hand and carried on fucking me in the arse with it. Then she knelt down and sucked her mother’s lipstick coated nipples. This was all that Auntie Maureen needed as the extra feelings finally pushed her over the edge to the orgasm she needed.

However, Auntie Maureen, once again was not satisfied with cumming once and continued to ride up and down on my cock until she bought herself off another two times.

Now Auntie Maureen lifted herself off. She took the vibrator from her daughter and carried on abusing me anally with it. Kerry immediately lowered her mouth over my cock and sucked me deep into her mouth. It took her less than a minute to make me cum. She felt my cock twitch with pleasure and she clamped her lips and teeth tight around slot oyna my cock and I pumped wad after wad of hot spunk deep inside my cousins welcoming mouth.

We had all cum once except for greedy Auntie Maureen who had managed it 3 times. I looked up and saw that Uncle’s cock was hard again as he watched his wife and daughter get sexually satisfied.

Auntie Maureen stood up and wandered over to a cupboard and bought out yet more toys. I knew one of the things she was going to get. Her favourite toy – the double headed strap on dildo. She walked over to her daughter, knelt down and strapped it round her daughters thighs.

Then she strapped a single dildo round herself. We all knew what she wanted. I leaned against the bed and Auntie Maureen got behind me and slowly eased the big black strap on inside me. I sighed with pleasure as it slowly eased inside me. Then Kerry got behind her mother and with a little difficulty eased the smaller of the dildos into her mothers ass and the large one deep inside her pussy.

Auntie Maureen cried out with pleasure. ‘Oh that’s heaven, fuck mummy’s ass and cunt’.

Kerry started slowly abusing her mother’s ass and cunt but it wasn’t enough for her. She wanted it hard and rough. ‘Harder, faster, fuck me harder’, she cried.

As Kerry did it harder, so Auntie Maureen did it harder to me.

Uncle Peter started saying, ‘That’s it Kerry, fuck mummy harder, make mummy cum just like you make daddy cum’.

Kerry reached out her arm and could just reach her father’s cock. She started wanking it. It always pleased her to be able to satisfy both her mother and father at the same time. She wondered if she should ask her mother if it was OK to wank her father off but she knew that her mother wouldn’t care what she did while she was getting the fucking from her daughter that she so enjoyed.

Auntie Maureen had reached round my front and was rubbing my cock as she fucked me in the ass. She could hardly concentrate on pleasing me as the pleasure her daughter was giving her was so intense. I felt her first orgasm soon hit her and she plunged the strap on even deeper inside. Auntie Maureen was wanking my cock even harder and soon I was cumming all over Aunties’ hands.

She lifted her fingers to my mouth. I sucked them deep inside my mouth and licked my spunk off making sure I licked behind the long red finger nails making sure they were completely clean.

Auntie Maureen was almost about to cum again. I turned round and faced her and sucked her lipstick coated nipples deep inside my mouth. The size and hardness of them along with the lovely taste of the lipstick was sensational.

Auntie Maureen was about to cum. She cried out, FUCK MUMMY’S ASS AND CUNT. MAKE MUMMY CUMMMMMM’.

Her voice got quieter as wave after wave of orgasm envelopped her body. As I continued sucking her nipples I felt her whole body tremble and shake violently as her daughter brought her to 4, maybe 5 or maybe even 6 huge orgasms.

It was clearly Kerry’s turn to cum now. I was hard yet again and Auntie Maureen needed to recover. I led her over to her father and turned her round so her back was to him. She parted her legs and I eased her down onto his cock. She swooned as his six inches of hard cock slid easily inside his daughters pussy. She rode up and down slowly at first but as the pleasure took over she speeded up. I knelt in front of her and just like her mother I sucked her lipstick coated nipples deep inside my mouth.

They were much larger than her mothers and it was almost like sucking a small cock. Kerry was soon very excited as she fucked herself on her father’s cock. Suddenly she raised herself higher and the cock popped out. She reached for it and this time she lowered herself down so that it went deep inside her ass.

She said to me, ‘Lick my cunt for me, make me cum as daddy fucks my arse’.

We soon got into a slow rhythm as Kerry raised and lowered herself up and down her fathers cock and I went with the movement sucking and licking her clit.

Soon Uncle Peter could hold back no longer and he came. I felt him shake as he pumped his hot cum deep inside his daughters ass. I continued sucking Kerry’s clit and then I felt Uncle Peter’s spunk trickling out of her ass all over my face. This was the first time I had tasted another mans cum. I hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

The combined taste of Uncle Peters cum and Kerrys cunt juices was sensational and I sucked harder and soon bought Kerry to yet another heaving orgasm.

Now we all lay down on the bed and recovered. Poor Uncle Peter was still strapped in his chair but the vibrating butt plug was still giving him pleasure.

Auntie Maureen was the first to recover and went and got 4 Viagra tablets. She popped one into Uncle Peters mouth and then the rest of us swallowed them She said it would be a few minutes before they started working.

Auntie Maureen lay down on the bed and started rubbing the strap on dildo against her pussy. Kerry and I watched intently canlı casino siteleri as she got more and more excited. Her legs parted and she started thrusting the big black dildo deep inside her pussy.

She said, ‘Suck my nipples for me. I want you to both satisfy me. Do anything and everything to me. Make me cum and cum and cum’.

Kerry and I sat either side of her and each took a lipstick coated nipple deep into our mouths and sucked on it.

We watched in amazement as Auntie used both hands to force the dildo further and further inside her. Then she started fucking herself with it. It went in and out so fast she was really abusing herself, but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed the feelings she was giving herself.

After a while she said, ‘Pass me the double headed one, I want it in my cunt and ass at the same time’.

Kerry went to hand it to her mother but then decided to insert it for. She held her mother’s legs apart and positioned it in front of her cunt and ass holes and slowly inserted the double header. Auntie Maureen sighed with pleasure as her daughter started fucking her faster and faster.

Then she said to me, ‘Let me suck your cock, Kerry, wank your cousin off into my mouth, Mummy wants a mouthful of spunk’.

Kerry let go of the dildo and Auntie Maureen took over fucking her two holes herself.

I sat astride Auntie Maureen with my cock directly in front of her mouth. She opened it and I slid my cock inside. She clamped her lovely red lips tight around it and I started fucking my cock in and out. I felt her teeth and lips gripping it tight.

Kerry put her hand round it and started wanking me into her mother’s mouth.

Uncle Peter was now excited again and was saying to his daughter, ‘Wank your cousin’s cock, wank him off into mummy’s mouth, fill mummy’s mouth with his spunk’.

With Auntie Maureen frantically sucking my cock and cousin Kerry wanking it I didn’t last very long. As Auntie Maureen felt me about to cum, she opened her mouth wide and allowed her daughter to wank me off and make me cum deep into her mother’s mouth.

Soon Auntie Maureen’s mouth was full of my cum and her daughter leaned over and kissed her mother. Her tongue delving into her mother’s mouth and transferring my cum to her own mouth.

Auntie Maureen still hadn’t cum and was now fucking her 2 holes so furiously that I wondered if she was going to hurt herself. But suddenly the look of pain was replaced with a look of pleasure as the orgasm started slowly building up until she had yet another huge mind blowing, body numbing orgasm.

The viagra was now beginning to work on all of us. Uncle Peter’s cock was hard and mine was starting to also.

Cousin Kerry said, ‘I want a double fucking in the arse and cunt while I suck daddy’s cock for him’.

Auntie Maureen was up for that and strapped the double headed dildo around her waist. Kerry leant over her father’s cock and opened her mouth and took it deep inside. Auntie Maureen got behind her daughter and positioned both dildos until they slipped easily inside her daughter’s ass and cunt.

Auntie Maureen told me to strap on the other single dildo so she too could be fucked in the ass and cunt while she did the same to her daughter.

I strapped it round my waist. It looked odd with my white cock sticking out and the black dildo below it. I moved up behing Auntie and eased the dildo into her cunt and my cock into her ass. I was amazed at how easily it slipped in.

Now all 4 of us were connected sexually. As I fucked forward into Auntie Maureen, she did the same to her daughter who then took her father’s cock deeper inside her mouth.

We tried to keep up a steady rhythm but as we all got more and more excited it was impossible and we all just did what we could for our own pleasure.

The viagra really had an effect on all off us. I know my cock was as hard and large as ever although I had already cum several times. I heard Uncle Peter call out as he came into his daughters mouth and even then Kerry kept on sucking him until her mothers fucking had bought her to yet another orgasm.

Kerry withdrew the double headed dildo from her ass and cunt and turned round and sucked her mother’s nipples and held her as I fucked her faster and faster.

Auntie Maureen was soon approaching her orgasm as I felt mine about to start. I thrust my cock as deep into her ass as I could and shot wad after wad of hot spunk deep into my auntie’s ass. Her orgasm followed immediately afterwards as her daughter sucked her mother’s nipples deep inside her mouth.

Now we were all exhausted and I thought it was all over but Auntie Maureen had one more idea. She wanted Uncle to watch as she wanked me off into her daughter’s mouth. She said, ‘Do to Roberts cock what you do to daddy’s when you push his foreskin back with your lips’.

Now she released the straps holding Uncle Peters arms down. His hand went immediately to his cock.

Kerry lay down on the bed and I knelt astride her chest. My balls rubbing against her tits. My cock was right in front of her mouth. Auntie Maureen came behind me and inserted the vibrating butt plug in my ass and turned it on. Immediately it made my cock larger.

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Jenny woke up with a funny feeling between her legs, then realized that she had fallen asleep with the business end of the face dildo inside her. It felt pretty nice but she needed to pee, so she slid it out before emerging from under the covers.

Kristin was already at her desk, typing away furiously. She looked away from the screen briefly as the naked freshman came closer. “Morning Jen,” she said.

“Morning,” answered Jenny, smiling and yawning.

“I had an idea for a whole different approach to this paper. Came to me in a dream. I’ll have to rewrite the whole thing, but it’s going to be way better.” Even as she spoke she had already resumed typing.

After relieving herself Jenny put on a robe and asked Kristin, “Can I grab you anything?”

“Sure,” said Kristin, continuing to pound away at the keyboard.

“What do you want?”

“Anything,” said Kristin with a wave of her hand. “Thanks.”

A few minutes later Jenny returned with a cup of coffee and a ham-and-cheese croissant. She sat them down next to Kristin, who was sitting with her chin in her hand, intently reading something on the screen. The look on her face told Jenny that it was time to go. As she tiptoed away Kristin said, “Thanks, Jen.”

But only when the door opened did Kristin turn her head and look straight into the younger girl’s eyes. “Really,” she said softly and sincerely. “Thanks.” Jenny broke into a wide, beaming smile. “Come give me a kiss,” instructed casino oyna Kristin.

They shared a long, lingering, wet kiss and then parted. “Now get out of here,” said Kristin playfully, swatting Jenny on her adorable little rump as she left the room.

* * *

Inspired by Kristin’s example, Jenny sat down to reread The Metamorphosis. She had already written her paper on it, but thought that by revisiting the material she might be able to make some improvements.

By the time she finished the book, it was mid-evening and she had realized that everything she’d said in her paper was wrong. After scarfing down dinner she got to work rewriting. Focused and inspired, she didn’t even look at the clock until she was done with her revision; only then did she realize that it was after 3 A.M. But rather than tired, Jenny felt exhilarated; her paper was really good now, she thought, and she could hard wait for her professor to see it.

She realized suddenly that she was desperately hungry, and decided to go down to the kitchen. Even though it was the middle of the night, it was also Finals week, and Jenny found that she was not the only one craving a snack. Sitting at the table digging into a plate of leftover enchiladas was Eva.

Every time Jenny saw Eva she was a little embarrassed, remembering their bathroom encounter earlier in the semester. What embarrassed Jenny was not that it had happened — she hadn’t had any choice in the matter — but how much she slot oyna had enjoyed being molested in a public bathroom by a girl she barely knew. She still vividly recalled the feeling of kneeling on the cool linoleum as she ate Eva’s pussy.

Looking up from her food, Eva said, “Hi, Jenny.” Her lustrous brown mane was tied back in a somewhat careless ponytail, and she was dressed uncharacteristically conservatively in old-fashioned pajamas. Even in this state she looked radiantly lovely, and her big brown eyes were warmly welcoming; but at the moment Jenny’s entire being was focused on her stomach.

“Hi,” said Jenny, eyeing the delicious-looking Mexican dish. “Is there any more of that?” Eva jerked her head toward the refrigerator and resumed shoveling food into her mouth. She too had been ravenous — though seeing Jenny, and thinking of their previous assignation, reminded her that she hadn’t been laid in far too long.

It took a minute for Jenny to find what she was looking for; then she loaded up a plate and popped it into the microwave. She was standing there idly, letting her mind wander, when she felt arms wrap around her from behind. Then she felt Eva’s breasts pressing into her back, Eva’s lips on her neck; it was delightful, and she melted back into the older girl’s embrace.

Eva’s hands began to explore Jenny’s body, one groping her breasts, one sliding down to her crotch. Jenny whimpered, feeling her motor go from 0 to 60 in no time flat; her nipples canlı casino siteleri sprung to attention and her pussy began to gush.

Just then the microwave dinged. Jenny was caught between two appetites, but after a few seconds she said, “Eva, I’m really absolutely starving. Couldn’t I just, um, eat first?”

“Suit yourself,” said Eva, giving Jenny’s butt a quick squeeze before letting her go. Jenny carefully carried her hot plate over to the table and sat down. She took a big forkful of food and started blowing on it, but she hadn’t even gotten a bite into her mouth when Eva disappeared under the table.

Crawling over between Jenny’s legs, Eva lifted Jenny’s skirt and pulled off her panties. “I still owe you one,” she said by way of explanation, as she spread Jenny’s legs. Jenny, shrugging, began to eat her enchiladas as Eva ate her pussy. It was a little distracting, but not at all unpleasant, to have both things happening at the same time.

In fact, after the first few bites settled her stomach, Jenny found herself in a very happy place indeed — taking leisurely, sensual bites of the cheesy cuisine as the beautiful Eva serviced her. When she was finished eating, 15 minutes and three orgasms later, Jenny sat back rubbing her stomach. Licking her lips, Eva stood up and took Jenny by the hand.

Back in Eva’s room, Eva pushed Jenny onto the bed — not too roughly but not gently either — stripped off her clothes, and climbed up to straddle Jenny’s head. Jenny found that Eva’s sweet, creamy cunt made for a wonderful dessert.

Jenny and Eva made love until the first hints of sunlight appeared in the sky, then drifted off into a deep and contented slumber.

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I was sitting on my bed listening to my iPod when Auntie Em opened the door to my room. “I’m finished,” she said. “Your turn.”

I pulled the buds out of my ears and grabbed a towel. “‘Bout time,” I kidded. “Did you leave me any hot water?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Not a drop. Water’s cold as hell.”

I snapped my towel at her. Auntie Em shrieked, jumped out of the way and closed the door.

I took a leisurely shower, reveling in the renewal of my senses, my vigor and my self confidence. When I finished I wrapped a towel around me, stepped out of the bathroom and padded quietly across the hallway to Auntie Em’s room. The door was slightly ajar so I figured it was okay for me to come in. I nudged it with my knee, causing it to open a bit wider. I stuck my head through the expanded crack and softly called out to her.

Auntie Em looked up from her reading and turned her questioning eyes in my direction.

“Just came in to say goodnight,” I told her.

Auntie Em closed her book and placed it on the night stand. “Well, what are you doing way over there?” she asked. “Get over here and say it properly.”

Like a loyal dog bringing its owner a newspaper, I rushed to her side. I placed a trembling hand on her shoulder, leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. She lay beneath a white cotton sheet, the smell of her rose perfumed soap emanating from her body. There’s nothing quite like the smell of fresh scrubbed pussy!

“Goodnight, Emma,” I told her softly. “See you in the morning.” I straightened up and turned away from the bed.

Auntie Em grabbed my hand. “You don’t have to leave,” she said.

I turned back around. “But you said…”

She smiled and pulled the covers back, revealing her glorious body in full detail. A few small beads of water still adorned her pussy hair. She held out her arms to me. “I just said that we were to shower alone. That’s all.”

I climbed into bed and quickly pulled the sheet over us. As fast as we melded together, I would have laid odds that we broke all speed records. I indiscriminately planted several light kisses all over her face.

“Oh, Auntie……I thought you were already getting tired of me.”

Auntie Em pressed the entire length of her long, tall frame against me and then she embraced me with a vigor that caused all my fears about our budding relationship to vanish. She smiled as she slid her hand between our bodies and latched on to my cock.

“I’m tired,” she said as she kissed me on the nose, “but not tired of you. I could never grow tired of a wonderful, caring lover such as you.” She kissed me again, lightly grazing my cheek. She removed her hand from my dick and placed it on my hip.

Auntie Em groaned as she stretched her lithe and supple body to its fullest. “I haven’t been fucked that good or that many times in one day in quite some time,” she said. “You flat out wore me out.”

“Me, too,” I responded. “Me, too.”

“I knew,” she continued as she tweaked my nose, “that if we showered together we’d both want to continue where we left off. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, Emma. Never.”

“Just the same,” she said as she kissed me again. “I know I’m tuckered out and I’m sure you are, too. Even if you won’t admit it.”

I gave her an exaggerated sigh. “Okay,” I said. “Its just that all of this is so new to me. I don’t quite know how to act.”

Auntie Em squeezed my thigh and ground her mound against my cock. “That’s why I’m here,” she told me. “So I can help you sort through all of this.”

We settled into a long, sensuous kiss, our tongues no longer battling each other for supremacy. In a real sense, they were making love to each other.

Auntie Em was the one who broke our oral contact. I lay on my back with her head resting on my chest. Uncomfortable? Yes, it was. But I was willing to put up with a little discomfort if it meant I was adding to her happiness.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up. Auntie Em no longer had her head on my shoulders. Sometime during the night we had switched positions and we were spooning. It took me a few long seconds to realize where I was and what we were doing.

My arm was around Auntie Em and my hand was holding on to her tit, gently squeezing it. Her nipple was like a drill bit, threatening to bore a hole in my palm. She pressed her ass against my pelvis and that’s when I became fully awake! My cock was buried into that magnificent pussy of hers. We were enjoying a slow sensuous fuck.

No matter how you sliced it, fucking my Auntie Em was the balm needed to keep me on an even keel. Whether it be slow and deliberate as it was now or fast and furious like we had done yesterday, I could always feel the love and desire flowing between our bodies like the mighty Mississippi River; strong, deep and wide. Almost without bounds.

I had this steady, continual tingling down at the base of my cock. You know the place. That spot where Auntie Em’s outer pussy lips flared around my pole each time casino siteleri I hit bottom and started back up again.

My fuck stick slid lazily in and out her sensuous quim. Auntie Em lay there in front of me breathing steadily as if she were asleep. Every once in a while, though, I could hear her take in a quick breath. When she did she would stop her thrusting and her pussy would spasm around my rod for a half second or so before getting back into the rhythm our bodies had set while we were both asleep.

Then, without any urging, Auntie Em began her story about her first time with her sister; my mother. She spoke quietly, her now husky voice filled with desire. I continued moving my stroking rod in and out of her puss as if we had the rest of our lives to finish this session of unending love making. I listened intently. I had no intention of interrupting her. I didn’t want to spoil the mood.

“I was eighteen,” Auntie Em began haltingly. “and, like you are now, just out of high school. Your mother was twenty and about to leave for Stanford.

“The day started out like most every other day that summer. We lazed around the pool and talked about boys.”

She stifled a giggle. “Man,” she sighed. “Did we ever talk about Antonio, that foreign exchange student from Spain. God, he was hot.”

Auntie Em continued with her revelation. “Later on in the afternoon, we started preparing for our dates that evening.

Jarrod, my date arrived first, so off we went to a motel where he had already reserved a room.”

Auntie Em tensed and stopped moving. A deep breath followed. She let it out slowly and haltingly. I pulled her beautiful body closer and kissed her on the back of her head. “That’s okay, Emma,” I said as I caressed her breast. “You don’t have to continue if you don’t want.”

A sniffle reached my ears so I released her breast and placed my hand on her face. I wiped her tears and kissed her neck. I didn’t think that returning my hand to her breast would be the right move so I wrapped my arm around her, letting my hand rest lightly on her stomach.

My words and actions seemed to have a calming effect on her because she wiggled her rear, causing me to gasp with exquisite pleasure, and resumed her rhythmic thrusts.

She continued. “Jarrod turned out to be a real asshole. Wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me right away. No concern whatsoever about me or my desires. He was an animal.”

Auntie Em placed her hand on my hip and lightly caressed it. “Nothing like you,” she said as she shoved her ass into my groin and held it there as if to emphasize her point.

I waited for her to continue. I’ll have to admit that I was a bit disappointed when she pulled away, releasing my pulsing penis, and sat up. She turned around to look at me, placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me on my back.

Silently, speaking only with her eyes, Auntie Em climbed over me and kissed me. Softly and gently she kissed me, slowly inserting her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her passion rising as she explored my mouth. I welcomed her invading organ and lightly sucked at it, allowing her to move it around inside my mouth as she willed.

Auntie Em pulled away and for the longest time just gazed at me, revealing an unlimited supply of love and passion in those beautiful eyes of hers. She lowered her face and kissed my chin. She lick her way to my nipples, loving each one of them in turn until they were stiff and hungry. Hungry for more of Auntie Em’s special treatment. I arched my back and moaned when she quit her nibbling and licking. I wanted her to continue.

Auntie Em’s tongue left a sensuous trail of saliva on her way down my stomach and onto my pubic hairs. She held my hips as she used the tip of her tongue to lick around the base of my aching cock.

She flattened her saliva laden tongue and lavished my towering pole in broad circles as she slowly made her way to the top.

I moaned quietly as she engulfed the head in her mouth and circled her tongue around the crown. Shivers ran rampant throughout my body as she slowly and sensuously kissed her way to the base and back. Down, once more she went, moving on to my nut sack. Another tongue bath ensued before she lifted my balls and licked the skin under them.

Auntie Em trapped my twitching fuck stick in her hand and began stroking it lightly. I raised my ass in the air. “Lick my asshole,” I pleaded, my voice full of desperation. “Lick my asshole. Please!”

She dipped her head and pressed the tip of her white hot oral digit against the wrinkled opening to the inside of my ass, all the while continuing with the stroking of my cock.

“Ohhhhhhh,” I groaned. “Your tongue feels so hot! So……so……fucking hot against my asshole.”

I felt my balls lurch in their sack. I lifted my butt as high off the bed as I could. “I’m getting close,” I announced breathlessly. “Emma. Oh, sweet Emma.”

Auntie Em must have sensed my urgency because her mouth had already left my ass and was closing in on the head of my overheated slot oyna cock.

My voice rose in volume as I continued to babble on. “I’m almost there! Almost……”

Suddenly, I could no longer speak. My whole world centered on my aching organ. I could do nothing but moan and groan. My body shook uncontrollably as I felt her lips close around the head. I was already spurting my heavy load of hot juicy sperm before my cock ever touched her tongue.

I grabbed her hair and held on, nearly out of my mind with lust. “Don’t swallow,” I groaned. “Don’t swallow. I want another taste.”

My body went as limp as my grandma’s dishrag. My legs fell over Auntie Em’s back, trapping her beneath them. I was a temporary vegetable. Disabled. Unable to lift so much as a finger, my breaths came in shallow bursts. I had replaced Lou Gehrig as the happiest man on the face of the earth!

Auntie Em continued to lick and suck on my rapidly wilting rod until it slipped from her mouth.

“Whew!” I said. “That was intense!”

Auntie Em extracted herself from beneath my legs, climbed up and lay down beside me. We embraced and kissed. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, gathered up a load of my still warm juices and brought it back inside my own mouth.

It was sexy and exciting to see Auntie Em swallow at exactly the same time as me. I licked my lips and we kissed again, my tongue searching the far reaches of her oral cavity for another taste of my jizz. Satisfied that we’d swallowed it all, I withdrew.

Side by side, we lay in the middle of that big ole bed not saying a word. I was so contented. If Auntie Em had looked at me at that moment, she most likely would have laughed at the huge goober-looking grin that was spreading across my face. My pounding heart was working overtime. I felt weak and lightheaded. How could it get any better than this?

Auntie Em teased my nipple with the tip of her finger. “Was that good?” she asked.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, barely able to speak.

We fell asleep, entwined in each other’s arms. When I opened my eyes an hour or so later, I saw Auntie Em sitting with her back propped against a couple of pillows staring at me. Her eyes lit up when she saw that I was awake. She walked her fingers across my chest from nipple to nipple and back again.

“Thank you,” she said, “for being so understanding.”

“I told you once, Emma. I’m yours. I guess a bit of understanding should go along with all that, don’t you?”

“I guess so,” Auntie Em said. “It’s just that, besides your mother, I’ve never had anyone treat me with so much love and respect. Never.”

“Speaking of Mom,” I said, “you don’t have to finish telling me about you and her if you don’t want. Not if it’s gonna make you cry all the time.”

I paused for effect. “But, then again, if a blowjob comes with it, I want you to cry all the time.”

She pinched my nipple. Pinched it and twisted it at the same time. “You little shit!” she exclaimed.

“Ouch!” I said as I pulled away from her until I was out of her reach.

“Seems like sex is all that crosses your mind these days,” Auntie Em said.

I twisted my face into an exaggerated grin. I didn’t know if Auntie Em was serious or not. “Can you blame me?”

“Not in the least, baby. Not in the least.” She scooted down until she was laying on her back and then turned on her side, her head propped up on her hand.

“Come here,” she beckoned. “So I can finish my story.”

We both sat up in bed with a pillow behind each of our backs for support and leaned our shoulders against the headboard. Auntie Em held my hand. “Thanks again, honey. You treat me so wonderful.”

“You’re worth being wonderful to,” I said. “Worth more than I could ever repay.” I put all the sincerity I could muster into those three sentences. ‘Cause I meant what I said. Eighteen years old and I already knew who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And I wasn’t just saying that because of all the fantastic, mind-numbing sex I was getting, either. I was more sure about my deep, long-lasting love for my mother’s sister than I was about Janet Reno being one of the ugliest woman in the whole USA.

Auntie Em’s face fairly beamed after that remark. She dabbed at her eye with a part of the sheet and smiled. “Shut up or you’re gonna make me cry all over again.”

I shut up and listened to me and her breathing almost in unison. She breathed in slowly and then exhaled.

“I made asshole take me home. He didn’t want to at first. But I told him that I would start screaming rape if he didn’t. He got me home alright. Quick, too. Pulled up to the curb, reached across me and opened the door. Practically shoved me out the car. His tires were screaming, he drove away so fast.

“I cried all the way to the door, went inside and locked it behind me. I was alone with nobody to talk to. So I sat on the sofa and talked to myself for the longest. All that time, tears were streaming down my cheeks.”

I squeezed Auntie Em’s hand and remained silent, waiting for her canlı casino siteleri to continue.

“Anyway, your mother came home from her date, frustrated and cussing like hell wouldn’t have her. Then she noticed me sitting just a few feet from her still crying my eyes out. She practically ran over to where I was, sat down beside me and gave me one of the sweetest hugs I’ve ever received in my whole life.

“‘What’s wrong?’ she asked me. She pushed my hair away from my forehead and told me, ‘I’m here baby. Just like always, I’m here.’

“I managed to get my story told in between my sobs. Your mother held me in her arms until I had finished talking. Then she kissed me on the cheek. I felt my face flush. There was something about that kiss that pushed me into another world. A world where I was having feelings about my own sister!

“I turned and kissed her full on the mouth. And, would you believe it? She pressed her tongue against my lips and pushed with such insistency that I just naturally opened my mouth and let it in.”

“Damn!” I said to myself. “This is making me hard all over again.”

Auntie Em went on. “We broke our kiss, leaned back and stared breathlessly at each other. Your mother gave me a shy little giggle and then she snuggled up against me. ‘Looks like you’re not the only one with man troubles tonight,’ she told me.

“I laughed nervously and asked her, ‘And what kind of troubles did you have tonight, Miss Suck-em-down-your throat-and-fill-yourself-up-with-their-cum?’

“We both got to laughing so hard I thought my sides would split. Took us forever to quit laughing. When we did your mother looked at me and said, ‘Well, now that we’re both in a better mood……’

“She never did finish her sentence. Your mother fidgeted around for awhile, unable to look directly at me. She picked at her fingernails before she finally raised her head.

“‘Look, she stammered. ‘About…about that kiss…’

“‘I enjoyed it,’ I told her. I was a bit disappointed when you stopped.

“‘Really?’ she said.

“‘Really. It was nice and sweet and just what I needed.’

“‘I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time,’ she said sheepishly.

“I leaned into her, took her face in my hands and kissed her on the mouth. We swapped tongues and spit for the longest. I cautiously slid my hand up her arm. She moaned softly when I palmed her breast. She placed her hand over mine and held it there. By that time, my pussy was leaking copious amounts of fluid into my panties. They were sopping wet.”

Auntie Em reached down and stroked my cock. “Oh God, Emma,” I said. “Go on. What happened next?”

“Your mother unbuttoned my blouse, pulled my tits out of my bra and teased my nipples with her tongue.”

“Unnnngh,” I groaned. “You keep that up and I’m gonna cum!”

Auntie Em took her hand away and continued with her story. “I had a mini-orgasm on the spot. When I caught my breath, I gently pulled her face away from my tits. ‘Careful,’ I told her. ‘Mom and Dad might walk in and catch us. What would we do then?’

“Your mother told me not to worry. ‘They’re over to the Saunders,’ she said. ‘You know when they go over there they never come home ’til the next day. Sometimes late afternoon.’

“‘Just the same,’ I told her, ‘if we’re going to continue with what we’re doing, we might should carry this upstairs to our bedroom.’

“Your mother agreed and quicker than lightening, we were standing beside my bed. We embraced and kissed each other again. All the while, your mother and I were tearing at each other’s clothes as if we were in a contest to see who could undress who the fastest.

“Before we knew it, we were both standing naked in front of each other. I nursed on her boobs until her nipples were hard enough to poke your eyes out. I knelt in front of her, kissing her body on the way down. My tongue came in contact with a bush that was just as hairy as mine Maybe even more so.”

“Damn!” I groaned, almost afraid to breathe for fear it would trigger another orgasm. “What happened then?”

“She wilted and fell back onto the bed. She scooted up and over until she was laying in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide.”

Son-of-a-fucking-bitch! My dick was harder than I could ever remember it being!

Auntie Em had that far away look in her eyes. Reminiscing about her and Mom’s first sexual experience had put her in a totally different world. I could have jammed my cock into her ass without the benefit of lubrication and I don’t think she would have felt a thing! I let her continue.

“I fell onto the bed with my face between her legs. I licked her outer lips until they were glistening with my saliva. Did she ever moan!

“I penetrated her pussy and fucked her with all my might. She grabbed my head and held it still while she humped my face.

“‘Emma, Emma,’ she cried. Her screams reverberated around the room with such volume and intensity that I thought sure the neighbors would hear and call the police.

“I kept my tongue inside of your mother and waited for her to calm down. She kept on screaming like I don’t know what, still calling out my name. I wiggled my tongue around inside her puss until I grew tired, yet I continued to stoke your mother’s fires.

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The Thanksgiving Dinner hand job from Aunt Helen was just about the most erotic event in my young life. If you haven’t read my last submission you should check it out. Prior to the Thanksgiving Day hand job I slept with my mom’s sister, Aunt Helen, and shot a load of cum over her tits and belly. Then a few weeks later, she gave me a sneaky hand job under a blanket with my dad and uncle watching football in the same room.

I had absolutely no remorse over my sexual activities with Aunt Helen. She was hot, sexy and I wanted more. She also wanted more of me and she made no secret of it. She constantly reached behind me and rubbed my ass whenever she could get away with it, or brushed her hand lightly against my dick at every opportunity. Still, we had not fucked conventionally. My dick had never entered her pussy. Our last erotic activity was in November.

In February I drove to Atlanta to take my girlfriend Cheryl to a concert on a Saturday night. Cheryl and I had still not gone “all the way”, for some crazy reason known only to her. She was a warm and affectionate girl and was crazy about me, but anything beyond a hand job or me fingering her to orgasm was off limits.

I would not see Cheryl until Saturday, so Friday night was free. I arrived at Aunt Helen’s apartment and entered with my own key. Aunt Helen had left a note asking me to meet her at Jalapeno’s, a little Mexican place about a block from her apartment. I debated showering first since I had worked out before making the trip to Atlanta and was still dressed in sweats. I was eager to meet Aunt Helen, said what the fuck, skipped the shower and headed out the door to meet her.

At the bar there was a pitcher of margaritas on the table in front of Aunt Helen. She introduced me to a few of her friends around the table who worked with her at the bank. The atmosphere was cheery and I shook hands all around, exchanging stiff greetings. Aunt Helen was the casino oyna exception. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, with a slight bit of tongue action too. I knew Aunt Helen had to be tipsy because we didn’t kiss on the mouth in public, and certainly not with tongues.

We drank the pitcher of margaritas and ordered another one. We ate chips and dip, quesadillas and an assortment of bar food but that didn’t keep us from getting a huge tequila buzz. After a couple of hours we said goodbye to the bank crowd and headed for the apartment. We walked along holding hands, laughing and singing a Hank Williams tune, “Hey good lookin, what ya got cookin, hows about cookin something up with me!”

Finally inside the apartment with a nice buzz I remembered that I needed a shower as I was still stinky from my afternoon workout. Aunt Helen got me some towels and I stripped out of my sweats and got into the roomy shower under the warm spray.

The shower door soon opened and Aunt Helen stepped inside with me. I had seen her naked once in a dark bedroom but this was my first time seeing her naked with the lights on. I filled my eyes with the sight of her perfect 36 yr old body. She gave a big sigh as she hugged me, wrapping her arms around my waist and moving her body in a circular motion against my already stiff dick that was sliding on her belly. I picked up the shampoo bottle and squeezed some into my hand working a lather into her hair. She turned her back to me and faced the shower head while I massaged the shampoo into her hair and down her back, finally rubbing the suds between her ass cheeks and pushing my thumb slightly against her asshole.

She moaned as she reached around and grabbed both my hand and the shampoo bottle, guiding the bottle downward between her legs, holding both my hand and the bottle between her pussy lips. She moved the slippery shampoo bottle to the entrance of her vagina and pushed slot oyna it inside with a deliberate shove. Aunt Helen’s face twisted with pleasure and she let out a moan of enjoyment as the bottle filled her pussy. She held the bottle tightly as she moved it slowly in and out of her slippery pussy.

Next she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, opening her tight ass fully as I pushed my thumb slowly inside. There was no shortage of lubrication as soap suds and pussy juice mixed to wet my thumb as it moved deeper and deeper into her tight hot asshole.

I withdrew my thumb and stood behind her pressing my naked hard cock against her anus. Aunt Helen was bent forward under the rushing water as she pressed back against my cock moving it deliberately inside her asshole. She let out a loud moan as the shower was beating us continuously. She pushed against me firmly as I shoved my cock deeper into her ass.

I moved my cock into her ass until I had entered her to the hilt. My balls were squeezed tightly against her butt cheeks. Her ass was engorged and open to my thrust, her muscles grabbing my cock tightly. I threw back my head and let out a scream that echoed off the shower walls as we moved together in a frenzied burst of lust and desire.

The hot water pounded on us over and over as we pushed into each other, nothing mattering but the thrust of my cock in her asshole and the shampoo bottle slamming her pussy. Our bodies possessed each other as she pushed her butt back as hard as I pounded my cock into her. Each thrust lifted her to her toes every time we smacked together.

I could hear her groans from the force of our fucking and my own grunts as I pushed hard and fast and deep. We fucked so wildly that we could barely keep our feet under us. Her asshole clenched my cock in a grip so tight I had to shove hard, almost forcing it into her ass with each thrust as we continued to move and pound and canlı casino siteleri grind.

Aunt Helen’s body began to tense up in anticipation of her own orgasm coming. She had to feel my cock starting to expand as I had long lost all pretense of being gentle and pounded into her ass with each stroke. I could hear the shampoo bottle make sucking noises in her pussy as she clutched it tightly and fucked herself even harder than before. I could feel myself ready to explode.

“Oh my god, oh my fuckin god,” she screamed. “Fuck me harder, keep going, you have to fuck me harder, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The muscles of Aunt Helen’s asshole gripped my cock making the fit even tighter. Her entire body began to tense and then shudder as her orgasm hit her head on. Sensing my own moment at hand, I shoved my cock up her asshole one last time just as a wave of orgasm hit both of us. I felt myself explode, sending shot after shot of cum deep inside her body.

Aunt Helen slowly dropped to her knees on the floor of the shower in front of me. She lay on her side with her knees drawn to her chest, letting the water rush down over her body. I watched her naked body glistening from the water that coursed down onto the places that had just brought us so much pleasure. I trembled with lust while I washed Aunt Helen then rinsed the soap from her back. Aunt Helen cried softly as I gave her shoulder a small love bite. She was a child in my arms as I finished rinsing her. I turned the shower off and helped her to her feet, wrapping a bathrobe around her and taking her to her bed. We lay together in one another’s arms for hours, hardly speaking.

We held each other tightly, kissing tenderly and lovingly. The lust and primal needs that we experienced in the shower were satisfied for now. We murmured soft sounds to one another, not yet able to speak words. We moved beneath the bed covers, laying together, touching, laughing, and kissing as we drifted off to sleep.

This was our third sexual encounter and a thought occurred to me. We had still never had conventional sex together. Although my dick had never penetrated her pussy, I was sure the best was yet to come.

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Note that the poetry in this story is original to the author. It’s owned by the story author.

*****

I kiss the dew from your lips,

pausing to revel in the moonlight

glistening on the yielding treasure of you,

anticipating the paradise of

the cool of the desert night yielding to the melting sun.

“Do not tarry, my love,” you murmur.

“I see the oasis and the flow of the fountain

just ahead, just there, nearly within reach.

I am almost there.

Come with me.”

Over you, around you, inside you,

I resume the journey to paradise.

Over you, around you, inside you,

we ride, ride, ride from the desert of mounted desire

toward the oasis of erupting release.

The plane hit a bit of turbulence and the paper the poetry was written on fluttered to the floor. It took me a bit of digging to retrieve it and slip it back into my notebook. I’d only read the stanzas I had because it had slipped into my lap earlier. Turning toward the window, I could still see the quilt-like pattern of the towns and fields of southern France. We were still climbing in altitude in the flight from Paris to Cairo, though, and it wouldn’t be long until we were too far up in the atmosphere’s vapor to see land even on a day this clear.

I don’t know why I brought the poem with me. I intended to leave it at home. I’m not sure how it got left in the notebook I was taking. It was even more a mystery why I was going to this symposium on Arab literature in Cairo. I had declined earlier invitations to return to Cairo. I’d intended on never going back—back to the man, Afram Garfeh, the famed Egyptian poet, who had penned this poem two decades earlier. For me.

Afram hadn’t invited me to the symposium—as far as I knew—but surely he’d be there and he’d know that I was coming. We had conversed over the years, certainly—initially by mail, lately by e-mail. Although the e-mail communications had lost the intimacy of the letters. Afram didn’t use the Internet. One of his students acted as a contact go-between. He was a leader in the field of Arab literature internationally, and I taught at Colombia. I can’t deny that I was being well served by having studied with him and having contact with him now.

Each year he sent a promising student to me for mentoring. This year it was Samir. Always a young, handsome Egyptian male. I did provide them mentoring, and they all had gone on to good academic positions of their own. Afram was quite discerning and exacting in who he sent to me. To my colleagues, I was providing guidance and placement help, but Afram, who sent them, and the young men themselves knew there was much more involved.

Afram says it was because of what I had meant to him, what I had given him.

I was almost afraid to see him now—likewise because of what I had given him, and how he had used me when we didn’t have an ocean to separate us. He must be close to seventy, I suddenly thought, as I read over the opening stanzas of his poem again.

I had been barely twenty-one when I arrived at the American University in Cairo, then on Tahir Square, now further out in what was called New Cairo. I was a child prodigy, already working on my doctorate in literature, needing to improve my Arabic so that I could specialize in Arabic literature. Afram was a legend in the field even then.

He was a god to me.

I was a virgin to the ways of man sex, and within two weeks of studying under him, mesmerized by his reading of his own poetry, I was lying under him on the studio couch in his university office and panting and sobbing as he clutched my buttocks to him and pushed inside me, breached my ring, and slow pumped me deeply. He was a gentle lover—at least at first—but, using my hero worship and my naïveté, he had taken what he wanted from me. And he had conditioned me to want it too.

He was a virile man in those days, one needing the attention of a young man to write that special poetry that found its way into the private collections of special collectors, and he fucked me, initially on his office couch but later in his traditional-style home, almost daily for the year and a half I was with him.

By the time I left him and returned to the States, I was as jaded and needy as he was.

The plane lurched a bit and the piece of paper slid out onto my lap again. I lifted it and read a few more stanzas before tucking it away.

“Just ahead!” you cry out.

“See it there?”

The flash of sunlight, the searing heat.

The cry in the night.

“Take me there, Love! Come with me!”

Over you, around you, inside you,

faster, faster we ride,

reaching out for the shelter of the oasis ahead,

of the fountain, the cool waters afterglow.

Over you, around you, inside you.

“Do you see it not?” you cry out.

“The searing sun! The fountain!

We ride together, Love! It’s there; it’s here! It’s now!”

The searing sun of your journey’s end explodes,

fountains, to your melting into the cool casino oyna embrace of the oasis.

I couldn’t help but smile. After that first time, Afram had not touched me for two weeks. He had apologized, and, in shock, I don’t think I reacted much at all. I knew that was my inclination and had known it for some time. But I hadn’t had the courage to pursue my feelings.

Who would have known that the reading of erotic poetry by the poet himself could seduce me as easily as Afram Garfeh had?

After two weeks, in which I went from fear and self-condemnation and the feeling of being trapped in an alien land under the control of a man who took everything he wanted from me to the extreme, I slowly worked my way into waiting for his call. Without seeking it myself, I anticipated the opportunity to be alone with him again in his office, for him to demand that I attend him, or to ask me to lie under him. In the last days, while he continued to make me stew, I needed him just to look at me with affection and crook his finger at me.

He asked me, along with the other members of my study group, to a traditional Egyptian meal in his home. His home was of ancient style, in an exclusive section Cairo, on the island of Gezirah, in the Nile between Old Cairo and Giza, land of the pyramids. It was a compound of four sides, a blank wall to the street, with an atrium in the center squared in with columned passageways. The atrium was a veritable oasis that served Garfeh, a widower even then with several young male servants, as both living and dining area as the weather permitted. There was a cooling pool in the center, with a fountain. Palm trees surrounded the pool, indeed giving the space the feeling of being an oasis.

I was asked to stay after the others had left. We sat, close, side by side, on a couch beside the pool. He was wearing the traditional Egyptian robe, a gallibaya, and I was in Western wear, a white cotton shirt and dark trousers, with sandals. Embracing me with one arm, he unbuttoned my shirt and palmed my breast and we kissed several times, each time more deeply than the one before. I knew he was going to fuck me again, and I was relieved to know that I held favor with him still. He recited a poem to me, a poem he said he had just begun, the first three stanzas of this very poem I was reading for the umpteenth time in the plane over southern France.

I knew he was going to fuck me there on the couch by his pool, and, of course, he did. I opened my legs to him without a whimper.

He pulled away from me but only long enough to lift the gallibaya over his head. He was naked under the robe. Thick-bodied, but mostly muscled, in upward-curved erection. He moved his embracing arm under my arm pits and I lay back, my shirt brushed open, as his lips and tongue moved from the hollow of my neck down to my nipples. His free hand slid down my belly, unzipped my trousers, found my cock, and possessed me.

His lips went to mine and we kissed as he slowly stroked my cock to an erection. He was taking me more slowly now. He had first taken me quickly, and I had been so surprised and overwhelmed that I had come almost immediately and then had just lain there, collapsed and barely conscious, as he had fucked on to his own ejaculation. Now he was taking his time.

We disengaged from the kiss and, looking into my eyes and still stroking my cock, he recited the three stanzas of the poem I had just reread. When he reached the line “The searing sun of your journey’s end explodes,/fountains, to your melting into the cool embrace of the oasis,” I erupted into an ejaculation.

He held me there, tenderly, as I moaned and my trembling slowly subsided. Then we spoke in a low voice.

“I wish for you to be my assistant in a project. I am having difficulty finishing this poem. I wish you to help me with it—with your body.”

“It’s a powerful poem already,” I whispered.

“It is more poetic in Arabic. When you are conversant, you must read it in Arabic. But do you understand the poem? Do you understand why I have reached an impasse with it?”

“No, Mudarres, I don’t.”

“How does it end at this point?”

“With an ejaculation. The receiver’s ejaculation.”

“True, but is that what the lovers want?”

“I don’t understand. What do they want?”

“The young receiver says, ‘Take me there, Love! Come with me!’ What is the goal of these lovers, of this poem?”

I thought for a moment, and he let me do so, holding me close to his naked body, his erection rubbing against my now-bare thigh, his hand gliding over my body, making my cock start to reengorge.

“Is it that they want to come together?”

“Yes, and that is what I want as well, with you, so that I can bring this poem to conclusion.”

He gently pushed me down on my back on the couch, then, my left leg bent, my foot on the stone of the patio. He turned and rose and brought his left leg up on the couch beside my right thigh and hooked my right leg over his thigh. He slowly entered my channel with his curved cocked.

And fucked slot oyna me and fucked me and fucked me.

I came the second time several minutes before he did.

“No matter; there is time,” he whispered to me. Then, after we had rested a bit, he turned and sat on the side of the couch. He reached over and lifted me by the waist with his strong hands, and lowered me on his cock, facing away from him. Running his hands down the underside of each of my legs, he lifted and spread them. I raised my arms and locked my fists behind his neck.

He fucked me, raising and lowering me on the cock in ever faster motion. That time we came closer together but not together.

I smiled at how hard we had tried that time—he so that he could complete his poem; me to please him.

I couldn’t help it. The memory of how hard we tried amused me, even today. I now had the urge to read more of the poem. I pulled it out of the notebook. This time it didn’t have to force itself on me.

Over you, around you, inside you. Still.

I ride you still as a camel relentlessly undulates across the sands,

seeking for myself your paradise,

the oasis, the fountain, the cooling waters.

Riding you, riding you, riding you.

And seeing my own oasis ahead,

I ride harder, faster,

Through the searing heat and the flowing fountain,

To my own paradise—

and our shared sighs.

We never did come together, no matter how hard we tried, in that year and a half. I was always too anxious and he didn’t think about anyone but himself enough to discover how to hold me off. But we both did come each time.

He did finish the poem, of course. He was too good a poet not to finish it, although it could not flow down to the conclusion he had anticipated. And I didn’t think the poem suffered from the march to a new ending. In fact, I found it more poignant, more human. In its own way more resilient and hopeful.

I glanced down to read the end of the poem, but the announcement came onto the speaker that we were circling for a landing in Cairo. I slid the poem back into the pages of the notebook—deep enough so that it now wouldn’t slide out; the poem was too precious to me to lose—and turned my head to the window. I had not seen Cairo for so long; I wanted to drink in as much of the city from the air as I could as we landed.

I would finish rereading the poem later, in my hotel room, as I contemplated meeting my old lover, Afram Garfeh, face-to-face again, after more than two decades.

* * * *

“My name is Adjo,” he said, his hazel eyes with the long, black eyelashes lowered demurely. “The Mudarres, the teacher, Mudarres Afram said that you were to use me as you will.”

I wondered if Afram had rehearsed the young man who had met me at the plane in Cairo to word it exactly that way. I knew it was likely Afram would be providing me a companion during my stay—unless he had retained enough prowess at his age to use me himself—and there was every reason to believe that Adjo was the one chosen. Assuming so, Afram had chosen strangely, but arousingly. Adjo was so much more delicate—and as beautiful as a woman—than the young men Afram had been sending me to mentor at Colombia. And in that difference, I was more fully aroused.

He had been standing there, a shy and calm oasis in the teeming sea of raucous humanity at the arrivals’ gate, holding up a placard with my name—my given name—on it. Mr. Gordon. He was dressed in a loose-fitting, billowing white dress shirt, dark trousers, and open-toed sandals, just as I had been when I started classes with Afram Garfeh at the American University in Cairo over two decades earlier.

He was dark, his features olive-brown, his hair jet black. And he was beautiful—beyond handsome. Small of stature, willowy, the image of innocence. I wondered how innocent he really was—or if he at least could feign innocence when he was writhing under me.

Afram had known just how to tantalize me, how to get my juices going. This was one of two approaches I had contemplated he would use. If he was still sexually active—even at his age—I had thought that either one of his female students or one of the other professors attached to the symposium would meet me. By sending someone like Adjo, I believed I was being given an entirely different message.

“You know that I’ll be staying at the Nile Hilton—well, the Nile Hotel, which used to be the Hilton,” I told Adjo as my luggage was being placed in the trunk of the taxi. Afram had told me the Nile Hotel, now owned by the Ritz-Carlton chain, was no longer the best, but it was familiar to me and thus a comfort.

“My understanding is that it will be only for the night,” Adjo said. “I believe the Mudarres would like you to stay with him. But he did tell me to take you to the hotel, that he will speak to you there.”

I didn’t know that “speak to you there” would mean that Afram himself would be waiting for me in the lobby of the hotel, but he was. On the taxi ride from the airport, Adjo had sat beside me in back and peered canlı casino siteleri at me from under lowered eyebrows with a shy smile like a blushing bride, and I was looking forward to taking him right up to my room and fucking the stuffing out of him, but Afram being in the lobby threw a wrench into that forming plan. That was probably a good thing, though. I was exhausted not only from the Paris-to-Cairo flight but also from the hours I’d put in beforehand in preparing for my presentation the next day at the writing symposium.

“You must come stay with me. I’m afraid this hotel will no longer be to your standards,” Afram said after we had warmly greeted each other, including with a kiss that was far from chaste. He was wearing the traditional gallibaya and sandals and nothing else that I could discern, and he was embracing me close enough for me to know that he still could get an erection. It remained to be experienced—perhaps—if he could hold an erection or make use of it. He stood, stooped, in one place while we talked, and leaned onto a cane in each hand when he wasn’t clutching me.

“I booked here,” I said, “So I should at least spend one night here, although I am honored by your invitation.” I didn’t chance to add that he hadn’t offered an invitation to stay with him before I arrived here. I might have declined the symposium invitation if he had. I had been completely under his spell at one time and I wasn’t anxious to be so again. “And I am weary from the trip and the preparations for the symposium and have a paper to deliver there tomorrow, so I should go directly to bed.”

“Need to start your sleep immediately?” Afram said. “I that case, I will take Adjo back with me to my house and I will see you at the symposium tomorrow morning.”

He had emphasized taking Adjo back.

“Adjo could—”

“Adjo will be at my residence for when you decide to come to me there. I have asked him to assist you during your stay here, by the way, in all ways you may need him.”

Afram couldn’t be any clearer than that. First, yes, he was providing Adjo for me to fuck. But, second, it would be at his house. I had almost forgotten that Afram was as much a voyeur as he was a direct participant. In the last half year I was with him here in Cairo, he had given me to friends and to various muscle-bound younger men he met in the Greco-Roman wrestling gymnasiums. He liked to watch.

Somewhat regretfully, I said my good-byes to Afram and Adjo, checked in, went to my room, and, after a brief shower, went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. So, it was a good thing that I wasn’t succumbing to Afram’s plans yet anyway.

I got my crack at Adjo—and Afram, for that matter—the next evening. The first day at the symposium wasn’t a grueling one—probably on purpose, because so many had come in from out of Egypt. We started late in the morning and ended in time to have an extended cocktail hour—this time at the Ramses Hilton, which was, I will admit, by far superior to the Nile Hotel in amenities, if not in location and memories. I wasn’t quite in tune with the new Cairo I was finding upon my much-delayed return. During the day, Afram devoted little attention to me at all—he was constantly the center of attention of other symposium attendees—whereas Adjo was at my elbow and within sight of me all day. He moved like a dancer, and I must admit that most of the day was spent suffering an erection and daydreaming about “later.” In his touches and his looks at me, Adjo was signaling an anticipation of “later,” as well. I was being left no reason to misunderstand his expectation of being used by me.

We returned to Afram’s house on Gezirah island, in the car the university assigned Afram in respect for his position, after stopping at the nearby Nile Hotel to pick up my luggage. It was dark when we arrived, but a warm, cloudless night. We ate a dinner served to me with meaningful glances and fleeting touches by Adjo, wearing a white cotton gallibaya, in the central oasis-like atrium, which was lit by torches on the columns and underwater lights in the pool. Afram also was wearing a gallibaya, made out of a finer, silky cloth. He hadn’t changed his traditional clothing ways since I had studied under him.

Two other young, handsome Egyptian men served us as well. Afram and I sat across from each other on couches. Adjo mainly served me and the other two mainly served Afram, who was free with his hands under their gallibayas while they served. When Adjo came near him, though, he was strictly hands off.

Adjo clearly was for me. Jaded as I was, that was fine with me. After our supper, when one of the young men serving Afram began to service him as well, his head under Afram’s gallibaya while Afram sat facing me on his couch, Adjo came and stood demurely in front of me, sitting on my couch.

He had brought a small bowl of some sort of rice pudding—we had already had a fruit course, He stood close in front of me and when I spread my thighs apart, he pressed in even closer. He fed me the thick pudding, with his fingers, until I couldn’t hold off anymore. I took the bowl from him and set it on a small table within my reach. I then grasped his gallibaya, bunching up fists full of material at the waist on either side, and pulled it over his head.

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One of these nights it’s all going to go wrong. I know it will. I’ve done everything but move to an apartment to avoid it. And I can’t move out because I don’t have the money to afford it. So I have to settle for watching the clock tick away the seconds until my roommate and I either have sex or get into a big brawl.

It’s not her fault that she happens to be my physical ideal of a bedmate. It’s also not her fault that she’s Asian. How was she supposed to know that I’d always wanted to have my cunt licked by a beautiful Asian woman? She’s not a mind reader. None of my feelings are her fault. She’s just a naturally caring person with looks to die for and a smile that could melt the polar ice caps.

And she’s single. I know because I get to hear all of her attempts to find Mr. Right. She’s been to several bars and more than a few frat parties, but has so far only wound up getting pawed by drunk assholes thinking with their dicks. None of them give a rat’s hairy ass about how sensitive she is. When she finally returns to the dorm room I’m the first person to hear her moan and cry about how cold and lifeless casino siteleri those schmucks were. Do you have any idea how hard it is not to grab her and hold her tenderly in my arms? The first time I came so close to giving in to that urge that I went directly into the shower and frigged myself well past my normal three-orgasm limit.

And it isn’t getting any better. Last night Nina, my roommate, came in early. It was only midnight and I was dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. I was putting the finishing touches on my differential equations homework for the weekend when she walked in. One look at her face told me that something bad had happened. That was an understatement.

From what I could gather, Nina had a run-in with two drunks. They were all but mauling her when a fight broke out. She bolted, running straight to the dorm room. And right into my arms. She cried for a while as I held her head to my chest. The burning within me to know what her lips would feel like on my nipples was making me sweat. I tried to caress her as tenderly as a FRIEND should, but it was damned hard. Finally she lifted slot oyna her head and faced me. Her eyes were blood-shot from her crying and all I wanted to do was kiss those tears away.

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I want her to touch me. None of the guys that I’ve gone after have shown any interest in sleeping with a slightly chubby Asian chick. All they wanted were bubble-headed blonde fuck toys.

And every night I go to sleep with tears in my eyes. Some because I cannot find the guy I want and to. Others because I know exactly where the woman of my darkest fantasies is. I know that Victoria is little more than six feet from me. And it is the most frightening thing in the world.

I know I shouldn’t hold on to her so tightly when I cry on her shoulders, but I cannot forsake my one fond wish. I long for the night when she will hold me head tenderly in her athletic hands and bring me towards those perfect lips. When she kisses me I melt into her. I become one with her. My soaked mound is hers. The tingle through nipples is ours.

I almost let my secret slip canlı casino siteleri last night. It was one of my worst experiences at a party. These two guys were trying to convince me that I should sleep with both of them at once. Their filthy paws against my skin had me fighting the impulse to throw up whatever that sludge was I ate for dinner. When the fight happened, I took off and ran to the only person I knew who would truly understand how I felt. Victoria. My feet moved with practiced ease. They knew where my soul wanted to be.

And I laid my head on her chest. I could hear and feel her heart beat. It quickened with the concern of a true friend. I had hoped it would be the fluttering of Lust. Desire for my touch. I would have given anything had she touched my chin and lifted my lips to hers.

Yet I find myself sleeping alone again. Six feet. So easy…

* * * * *

One thump. Two thump.

Two hearts beating for each other yet neither wanting to risk what the have in order to gain more. How Human of them. Sweet in all its stupidity.

To suck on each other’s breasts while their fingers seek out the nearest warm, wet hole is their collective wish. The hunger for the flavorful meal between each other’s thighs, yet there they sleep. Each dreaming of the other.

And all because of my power.

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Annette had lived a troubled life. Sitting in the first class plane seat enjoying the extra space and a glass of vodka swirling about among a couple of ice cubes she found herself in a reflective mood. As badly as she had screwed up just about everything she touched she still managed to come out okay. With minutes ticking away till her fortieth birthday all she could do was smile and shake her head. The old Grateful Dead song played in her head like a scratched CD. All she could remember was the one line so she let it scroll endlessly. “What a long strange trip it’s been.”

Theoretically she felt badly for Andrew. Escaping to Mexico had been his idea. He had planned it. He had made the reservations and booked the tickets. Checking in at the airport he used his status with the airline to get their bags checked for free and then was upgraded to First Class. As the four of them sat in the airline lounge drinking free well drinks and eating lumps of stale cheese he offered her his seat. It was okay he assured her. He wanted to sit with Melanie anyway. She protested but they all knew it was an act, she was going to take the seat. She never turned down a present but she always showed proper appreciation. The idea had bubbled in her brain since they had boarded and now she just bided her time.

About half an hour after takeoff the seatbelt sign went off and they announced the beverage service. She sat and waited and ordered another drink and when finally one of the other first class passengers got up to take a leak she slipped out from under her little blanket, tugged her shrug off of her shoulders and slipped down the aisle through the curtains.

She liked the looks. Husbands sitting next to their wives, boys travelling with their families, even an old man, his red spotted bald head glowing beneath the reading light. Ann had large breasts and broad hips. She had a bit of a belly but it all rode right in front and the small sundress she wore highlighted an hourglass casino siteleri figure. She wished she was tan but made the most of an excessively pale complexion by dying her sandy blonde hair an unnatural red. It went nicely with her freckles.

She irritated the flight attendants by begging past their cart. An open seat in aisle 12 and her insistence that it was an emergency, a woman’s issue emergency, convinced them to pause their service to let her by. She made her way row after row towards the back of the plane.

In aisle 24 she came across Marcus, Andrew and Melanie. Pointedly she poked Andrew on the shoulder. He was on the aisle. “I need to talk to you. Right now.” She told him. He rolled his eyes but followed.

Andrew watched her move. It was remarkable. She had an inner confidence he could never believe. She had, for a short time, been a flight attendant and now an inner knowledge guided her. Without thought she pulled a pen from a pocket above one of the jump seats, she just knew it was there. Smoothly, without a second thought or even a glance over her shoulder she slid the two lavatories locked from the outside. She smiled at him briefly and pushed him into a corner of the galley.

“You have to be quick about this.” She said to him.

“What?” he muttered.”

“Shh.” She chastised him quickly. In answer to his question she pinned him against the wall. A quick kiss and the plunge of her tongue would have been enough but as further encouragement she gripped the front of his pants. He was swelling in her hand.

“Get him out.” She whispered.

Pinned against the wall of locking cabinets she saw the bearded man who had the last row of the plane to himself. He was watching. Whether he was watching or not she probably still would have done it but she had a knack for showmanship and the audience only made it better. A quick tug to the top of her sleeveless sundress and her breasts were exposed. They stood out nicely on their own slot oyna but the bunched up material below them caused them to stand up as if at attention and stare at him. the look on the man’s face was one of shock. His head whipped forward and backward but when Andrew approached her, his pants lowered off his hips the bearded fellow adjusted how he was sitting to comfortably look on.

Annette propped one leg up across the galley and used the other to support herself. Andrew was taller than she was though and ended up lifting her off the ground. He slipped easily inside of her and commenced fucking.

She was really only doing this for Andy but now, her eyes locked on the stranger her tits bared to anyone who wanted to peek around the corner and lifted off the floor pinned against the wall she found herself excited. She gripped him around the shoulders and pushed her hips at him.

Long and thin, his cock slid deeply inside of her then seemed to take forever to make each stroke.

“Hurry.” She whispered at him.

He made a small grunt or two. She silenced him by shoving her thumb inside his mouth.

Fuck him if he didn’t bite down on it. That was all it took. It wasn’t an earth shattering orgasm by any means but it was still a good one – a quick little endorphin releasing pop that caused her to gasp slightly.

“Harder. Come for me, baby.” She whispered.

Passengers without headphones heard a rattle in the back of the plane. Only one of them, an old Mexican woman headed not for vacation but home to see her family was afraid something had broken in the airplane. She protested to the old man beside her and he simply shrugged it off, all to familiar with his wife’s endless chirping.

Andrew did not simply pop in any small way. He had not been inside Annette in some time and although to her this was nothing but a way to pass the three hours to Cancun for him this was several years of frustration released. He gripped her ass and exploded canlı casino siteleri inside of her, giving her every last ounce of his love and eternal devotion.

Dull thumping had become squishing and fearing a second airline hitting her with a lifetime ban she pushed him away from her. She tugged his pants up and pushed him off to his seat. She pulled her dress back over her tits, smiled at her new friend in the back row and as she headed back to the front of the plane unlatched the two lavatories.

She made the long walk back to her seat in time to be handed a small tray with a dry chicken breast and a lukewarm pile of veggies. She ordered another vodka and waited to land in Mexico.

In the back of the plane, Andrew found himself being questioned by his wife.

“What was that all about?” Melanie quizzed him.

“Oh, you know how she is.”

“what was so important that it couldn’t wait till we landed.”

“Honestly, I just think she was bored and lonely.”

“Is she going to do this all weekend? I mean, I know, I knew before we left, she was going to get on my nerves.”

“She was really being nice. She wanted to know what she could do for you as a thank you while we are down there.”

“Sure she did.”

“Mel, don’t get all worked up. Enjoy your vacation.”

“It’s not my vacation. It is her vacation. Everything always has to be about Ann. It drive me nuts.”

He gave a look toward Marcus. Ann’s new husband was sweet and somewhat oblivious to his new wife’s history of drama and disaster.

“Look, I love your sister. When she behaves anyway. I just want to make sure she doesn’t rope you into every crazy whim that strikes her. It’s our vacation too, you know.”

“Trust me, honey. I will see that you get plenty of attention too.”

“You better.” Mel said, finally relenting.

When the beverage service finally reached their row Andrew ordered a double bourbon. He drank it down quickly and closed his eyes. The next four days could be the highlight of his 38 years or a complete and utter disaster ending with divorce and imprisonment in a Mexican jail. With Annette you never knew which it would be but you knew it wouldn’t be boring.

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