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It’s amazing how much control a person that you have never even seen can have over your life. Penney started her online relationship with the Cowboy from a nearby town a few months ago. Since then she has sweated and cum for him many…many times. The fantasies are amazing. Her mind reels whenever she starts thinking about him. They’ve talked on the phone some, chatted endlessly, and had some limited web cam experience. As frustrating as it makes her, it also excites her, that he will not allow her to know his face. He knows all the intimate details of her life, but yet he is nothing more than a shadow to her. A ghostly image that appears a few times a week to make her melt.

But today will be different.

Today is the Mardi Gras and Motorcycle parade in a town that is about equal driving distance between the two pseudo lovers. They have made plans to meet, or rather, identify one another. Since both will be accompanied by their spouses, it is hard to imagine anything more than a quick glance and an instant wetness that she has become accustomed to anytime she lets her mind drift to the Cowboys cock.

It isn’t New Orleans, but as small town Mardi Gras celebrations go, Jefferson has one of the best. The motorcycles begin showing up a week in advance. The bars are always crowded, and the parties often overflow into the streets at night. During the days there are motorcycle parades, float parades, carnivals, your choice of loud music to dance too, and of coarse plenty of beer and food.

Today is the kickoff of the parades and as planned, Penney and family are standing in the most crowded area right on the main strip. There are hundreds of people crowding together pushing for better position. Her eyes scan the crowd, oblivious to the deafening noise the motorcycles are making. Everyone is vying for attention to have beads thrown their way. The motorcyclists, ever aware of what the crowds want, are constantly revving engines and spinning tires. The ladies on the back of the bikes are fighting with the beads trying to separate them for throwing (most have given up and are tossing handfuls of knotted beads).

Trying to get yet another set of beads for the kids she leaps into the air. She comes down hard, and almost takes a spill. As her feet touch down she knows that she has landed square on the feet of the person behind her. In an attempt to quickly step off the strangers feet she looses her balance and falls backward. She feels his strong arms quickly wrap around her waist and hold her steady. Feeling his body pressed against hers she becomes aware of the hardness that is pressed into her back. Hearing the stranger deeply inhale she turns her head toward him. In that instant it is as if they are all alone on the street. His eyes are closed as he breathes bahis firmaları in her fragrance. A soft moan escapes his lips, as his eyes flicker open and stare into hers.

Regaining some composure he helps her back into a fully upright position. His right hand briefly brushes against her erect nipples and they both shudder. He is apologizing for being in the way, she is apologizing for her clumsiness. Both of their hands are making, only slightly masked, explorations of the others body. She pretends to wipe away some fictitious thing that she inexplicably got on his crotch, as he is trying to steady her by briefly grabbing and pinching her ass. As the excitement of the fall fades, she tears herself away from his gaze to try and concentrate on the parade. There is a wetness and heat within her that can’t be ignored as easily. Her eyes are closed and she is picturing his face, his eyes, remembering his touch. She is engraving every detail of his face and body into her mind as she once again feels his breath against her neck. There is only the briefest of contacts, only one sentence, one command, and it is obvious that it is meant to be obeyed.

“Follow me…now.”

And just as quickly, he pats her on the ass, turns, and begins walking away. Frantically she pushes the kids in the direction of her husband who is as completely oblivious to the encounter, as he has been to the entire affair. “I’ll be back,” is all the explanation she gives as she searches the crowd for the black felt cowboy hat that she is drawn to. She spots the Cowboy walking away from the crowd into an alley just behind where the band is cranking out a decent performance of Lynrd Skynyrd’s “Free Bird.”

As she enters the alley a hand reaches toward her and pulls her to the back. Just behind a dumpster he pushes her towards the wall. With her back against the moist bricks of the building she can smell the dumpster reeking of carnival food, beer, and garbage. But this isn’t near enough to turn her away from her lust. His hands are instantly entwined in her hair. She looks up into his eyes and sees the same fire that she feels reflecting back from his face. He leans in and their lips touch. A tingling feeling begins spreading from her lips, down her neck, out to each of her hardened nipples, down her belly waking the butterflies that are there, past her crotch which has begun to drip with wetness, all the way to her toes that are freshly done and are a stark contrast to the nasty alley in which she is currently standing. Her mouth opens and their tongues race to one another.

His hands move down her sexy body, never breaking contact, sliding down the front of her dress, pausing only a moment to feel the weight of her amazing tits. Quickly pulling and pinching her hardened nipples as they move kaçak iddaa down her body. A quick rub between her legs lets him know that she isn’t wearing any panties. She hears the distinctive sound of a zipper and her hands are magically wrapped around his throbbing cock. The veins are standing out and she can feel his pulse racing to the head. As her fingers lace around his shaft, her thumbs trace the ridge of his helmet. A moan escapes from him as they break the kiss.

He stares into her eyes and takes a step back. She knows instinctively what is required. Instantly she is on her knees staring up at his huge erection. As her hands stroke him, her lips softly caress his balls. Her tongue licking greedily at him, making its way from the base of his scrotum to the very tip of his cock. As she licks at the pre-cum that is pooling at the end of his dick she looks up and sees what she has wanted for so long; his eyes looking down upon her approvingly as she sucks him into her mouth.

Her eyes close as she concentrates on taking him as deep into her mouth as she can. She knows what he likes, they have fantasized about it often enough. She feels his hands as they entwine themselves into her hair. She feels him rocking back and forth to the rhythm of her sucking. She can hear him moan as he fucks her mouth. Her hands reach behind him and squeeze his ass. She can feel the muscles flex inside them as he pushes his cock inside her mouth. As the intensity of the strokes increases she can tell that the pressure is building. As he pulls back from her she covers his manhood with soft wet kisses all around the shaft. It is dripping with pre-cum and her saliva as he pulls her to her feet.

As she stands, their lips meet once again. Licking and sucking her tongue he can taste his own wetness on her lips. Neither one can stand it much longer, they need release. Breaking away from her, he turns her toward the wall. Almost defensively she places her hands against the wet bricks. She feels him turn up her skirt and guide his cock in between her legs. She widens her stance and feels the head of his cock tracing the outer lips of her pussy. Her pussy starts contracting immediately, trying to suck him up into her body. Guiding his throbbing cock to her swollen clit he starts smacking her clit with the head of his dick. She wants to scream but only allows herself a barely audible moan as she feels her pussy let go with the first spasms of her cum. He feels her wetness spread over his cock and with one last grind of his cock into her clit he rams it into her.

Her pussy closes around his cock and tries to pull it free from his body. Only with extreme effort is he able to pull it free and force it back inside. As her spasm begin to lessen he finds it easier to control his rhythm. As she kaçak bahis pushes back into him he pulls her by the hips, forcing his cock into her fully with every stroke. His balls are slapping against her clit as he pounds her again and again. The pressure begins to build and they both know that he is about to explode. Just the thought of what is to come excites her to the point of orgasm once more. The first waves of orgasm explode from them at almost the exact same time. Her pussy is spraying cum back against his cock. Only with effort is he able to stand and keep inside her. Forcing his shaft fully into her she is lifted off the ground. His legs ache as the muscles cramp…his ass flexes and shoves her against the wall. Each wave of cum from him ignites a spasm of excitement in her. Her palms flat against the wall as her face is pressed into the bricks.

As the spasms get smaller and smaller she can feel his cock already begin dwindling inside her body. All the cum that had been trapped inside her pussy by his throbbing cock begins running down his shaft. Penney turns and faces him, barely able to stand. The fall together once more. Completely spent she looks into his eyes and almost collapses at his feet. His cock is dripping and she wants every drop. As the cum drips down from his balls she puts her tongue under them catching it. Running her tongue up the line of cum to his balls her mouth surrounds first one then the other. Sucking his sack into her mouth and cleaning it of all the cum and pussy juice. Licking all the sweetness from him, she moves up to his cock, still shrinking to it’s post fucking size. Taking him fully into his mouth she runs her tongue around and around his shaft. Pulling back from him, she stretches his cock out and extracts every last drop of cum from him.

He cradles her chin in his hand as he looks down at her. There is an amazed look on his face as he takes in the scene. This beautiful sexy woman, on her knees amongst the garbage and empty beer bottles. She looks so satisfied as she looks into his eyes. So happy to have made him feel so good. He leans down and kisses her on the forehead and says softly “You are amazing, but I must go.” And with that he is gone.

Waiting an appropriate time she makes herself presentable to the public and emerges from the shadows of the alley. The parade is still going strong and the band is playing another southern rock hit. As she pushes through the crowd back to her husband and kids her cell phone rings. She knows it’s him because of the “No Caller ID available” that shows on her phone. (he’s so paranoid) A grin spreads across her face as she answers, “Hey sexy.” The grin slowly fades as she hears the oh so familiar voice on the other line. He’s so apologetic, “…couldn’t make it today…so sorry…maybe another time…I’ll make it up to you…”

Her eyes scan the crowd looking for a glimpse of the man that she thought she knew. Wondering to herself why she didn’t notice the difference in his voice.

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Maria wandered the mall wearing one of her standard scandalous outfits. She was seemingly oblivious to the heads turning to look at her as she walked by. Her platform shoes made a clopping noise as her tiny pleated skirt swished around her hips. Each step threatened to make her tits bounce out of her strapless bandage chest wrap that exposed her midriff. If it had been wrapped any looser she would have certainly bounced out.

Mark was among the many men to take notice of this walking sex appeal, but unlike most men stopping to gawk, he knew Maria from the local community college they both attended. Well, knew was a stretch as his girlfriend Karen was in a class with her. The only time the two of them had talked was when he’d seen Karen talking to her after class and Mark had inserted himself into the conversation. Karen had been pissed afterwards as she called him out on hitting on ‘that stupid slut’ and not being able to stop staring at her tits.

Mark saw Maria enter the lingerie store and decided that was a perfect opportunity to go talk to her. He entered the store and looked around at the assortment of women perusing the stores wares. He grabbed a couple of skimpy lingerie sets as he looked around for Maria.

He found her in the back of the store picking thru the thongs already holding a couple of bras in hand. He imagined her wearing, and then not wearing, the various items. Licking his bottom lip he wandered over to the same display she was at and began to browse.

“Excuse me,” he said as his hand made intentional contact with hers as they reached for the same piece of lacey underwear.

“Oh sorry,” she giggled pulling her hand back.

“Oh, hey,” Mark said in a friendly and familiar way. “How are you?”

As he went in to hug her, she still wasn’t quite sure who he was but he was cute so she hugged him back. He held her tighter and longer than she would have normally liked but she was horny, she was always horny, so she let him, feeling herself get more turned on.

“It’s my anniversary with Karen this weekend and I wanted to get her something ‘fun’,” he shared with a wink. He’d only been going out with Karen for a few months but he doubted Maria would know that.

“How is Karen?” she asked trying to remember who she was.

“She’s good. Just busy with that project for your econ class,” Mike said.

Maria remembered Karen now. She was the bitchy blonde who seemed nice until her boyfriend, this guy, started talking to her. She didn’t know what the problem was as she had never done anything to her. Maybe, Maria thought, if she helped her boyfriend she’ll end up being nice again.

Maria looked at the lingerie Mark was holding and said, “Those look like fun. I’m sure she’ll like them.”

“Are you sure?” Mark asked taking his eyes off her cleavage to look at the assortment of sexy outfits he was holding. “I don’t know. I always find it hard to pick the right stuff. I wish there was some way to see it on a model…”

“Isn’t that one,” she pointed, “on the mannequin over there?”

“Yeah, but you know they fit mannequins different than real people. I wish I knew a model to help me out.”

Maria had modeled different outfits for boyfriends and some of her girlfriends in the past so she said perkily, “Maybe I can help! Karen and you deserve to have a great anniversary.”

“Really!? Thank you so much! Do you think there is anything else she would like?”

Maria looked at what he was holding as he held them up for her to see. There was a blue babydoll with matching thong and a strapless black corset with matching garter and stockings. Maria looked around but wasn’t sure what Karen would like.

Mark was looking at her body again as she looked around. She turned around to continue to see if there was something else that she thought would be nice allowing him to look at the way her skirt fell over her round ass. He couldn’t believe his luck. This sexy slut was going to be trying on lingerie for him.

“I don’t know,” she trailed off unsure what to suggest.

“Hopefully one of these will do then. Let’s go,” he said, taking her by her hand.

“What?” she asked, confused. “I thought I would try them on here.”

“Yeah, but I can’t go into the changing room with you,” he said matter-of-factly. “And you know pictures don’t do outfits justice.”

She nodded knowingly. He was right, she did find the pictures of outfits never fit the right way when she ordered stuff online.

He lead her by hand to the register, stopping once to quickly grab another outfit that she didn’t get a good look at. As they checked out he got the four outfits and she bought the thongs and bras she had picked up before running into Mark.

“Can you drive?” she asked.

“Of course,” Mark said, leading her out of the mall and through the parking lot to his Honda.

“How do we get to your place?” he asked as he pulled out of the parking space.

“My place?” she asked.

“Yeah, I don’t want Karen to come home and have the surprise illegal bahis ruined, right?”

“Good point,” she said, as she began to direct him to her parents house.

After the short drive, where they discussed school and their families, and a lot of ogling by Mike, they pulled into the driveway of a nice single family home where she lived with her mom, sister, and little brother. She had already told him how her mom was working and her sister and brother were at their respective schools.

“Okay,” she said, as they entered the living room, “I guess I’ll go get changed, then.”

“Sounds good,” he said as he began to follow her up the stairs.

“You aren’t going to wait here?” she asked looking to the living room.

“I wouldn’t want to cause any problems or confusion if someone came home early,” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back and escorting her upstairs.

“No one is expected home, though,” she said, getting excited about the idea of having this man in her room, sitting on her bed.

“I’d rather be safe than sorry,” he smiled.

“Okay,” she said, taking him by the hand and leading him to her room.

They walked into her cutely decorated room and Mark looked around closing the door and sitting down on the edge of her bed rather than the desk chair.

“Let’s get to it,” he said, looking at her hungrily before looking down into the bag to make his first selection.

Mark pulled the black corset out of the bag. It had a matching pair of stockings, a thong, and a garter belt. Maria felt herself grow damp looking at it.

She took it from him and walked over to the otherside of the room to change. Mark’s eyes followed her preparing to watch her strip down and change.

“Uh… turn around,” she said.

“Oh right,” Mark said, running his eyes up and down her body one more time. Mark turned around and noticed that Maria’s room had a mirror set up so he adjusted himself to watch her reflection.

Mark watched as Maria undid her top and her skirt and then bent over to pull off her black thong. His dick throbbed being so close to this sexy babe.

She pulled on the garter belt, the stockings, the clips making a loud clicking sound, and then the panties. As she pulled the corset on, she realized it would be an understatement to say it was too small. She closed all of the side clasps she could but realized Mark would have to help with rest. She turned to face him again, noting that he had stayed facing away, which made her wonder if he thought she was attractive as she found him.

“Could you clip this?” she asked, standing close to him, but turned to the side as she held her hair up.

Turning back to her, his hard cock strained against his pants. He ran his eyes over her body again. She looked better, or rather the outfit looked better on her, than he had hoped.

“Sure,” he smiled at her before placing his hands on the bottom of the corset and pressing it against her as he moved his hands up her body. “Gotta make sure it’s on tight.”

Once his hands were on her back and the other squeezing the corset to her tit he slid his hands to the clasps. He was able to close a few more but the top few proved to be impossible.

“I guess that’s gotta do,” she said, stepping away from him, with her nipples barely covered by the outfit.

Maria stepped back turning to fully face Mark, showing off the sexy outfit. Mark’s cock stained against his pants as his eye’s moved from her stocking covered feet, up her shapely legs, panty covered mound, her wide hips, to her petite waist and the beginning of the corset, up to her tits, bulging out of the too small top, and then her beautiful faces.

“Well?” she asked, as she walked toward him and then turned sharply showing her thong eating ass as she preened like a model on the runway.

“So fucking hot,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket and beginning to film her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting some pics so I can compare later,” he said matter-of-factly.

“But you said pictures don’t do outfits justice,” Maria said, stopping and placing her hands on her hips in what was meant to be imposing but just came off as overwhelmingly sexy.

“Yeah, but I’ve seen it on someone so the pics will help jog my memory.”

“Oh,” she said, acquiescing, “okay.”

“Strut again, sexy,” Mark said, continuing to focus on her with his phone.

Maria performed another loop in her room drawing close to Mark and walking away again. Mark made sure to film her tits threatening to escape the corset and her ass moving away from him.

Maria stood there for a moment, allowing Mark to gawk at her before saying, “Next…”

“Yeah,” he said, finally pulling his eyes from her body. He pulled the blue babydoll and thong set out next and went to pass it to her, but intentionally tossed it to far, causing it to land on the floor. “Oops.”

Maria turned around and bent at the waist to pick up the clothing, allowing Mark to vividly imagine illegal bahis siteleri fucking her from behind. The weight of Maria’s boobs moved completely forward and she spilled right out of the top. She squealed as she stood up, holding the blue set in one hand and covering her completely exposed chest with the other. She looked over her shoulder, biting her lip, and it took all of Mark’s self-control to not ravish her immediately.

“Turn around,” she implored, but he ignored her causing her to say it again before he turned away.

She walked back to her spot, placing the blue set on her little desk, and began to unclasp the corset. She had just unclipped the final clasp when she heard Mark make a startled exclamation.

“Oh no!” Mark cried out, spinning around. Maria, startled, spun around, forgetting she was uncovered from the waist up. As her tits bounced against each other, Mark exclaimed, “look at this,” gesturing with both hands at his raging hard on that had been freed from the confines of his pants, which were now bunched around his ankles.

Maria, unsure what to do, stood with her mouth open and tits fully exposed looking at his meat. Her thighs rubbed together as she imagined having him buried inside of her.

It took her a moment before she finally replied with, “Wha… what? What’s going on?” She didn’t look up from his cock until Mark spoke.

“I don’t know what to do,” he said. “Just looking at you in that outfit caused this to happen.”

“Yeah…,” she said, looking from his cock to his face and back.

“I’m concerned that my opinion of the next set will be influenced by this,” this time thrusting his cock at her, “and I won’t be able to give a fair opinion.”

“Yeah… okay…,” Maria haltingly agreed, unaware that she had moved closer to him.

“Can you help?”

“What?!” she asked surprised.

“I would take care of it,” he thrusted again, “myself, but I hurt my shoulder and the doctor said to not use my arm.”

“Oh… uh… we can wait. I guess,” she said, unable to take her eyes off his cock, unconsciously taking another step nearer him.

“I can last a long time,” he said, “especially if I don’t do anything with it,” his dick bounced several times. “So if we want to get done before anyone gets home…”

“Yeah, okay,” she relented walking to him before sinking to her knees him.

Hesitantly she wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke. As she felt the warmth move from his dick to her hand, she imagined him pushing her down on the floor, pulling the now soaked panties to the side, and pounding into her. With each stroke she knew if he did anything she’d be his willing partner, but he continued to watch her stroke him. She was so focused on how good he felt in her hand she didn’t realize he was recording her again.

Her mouth watered at having him so close. She could smell his musky aroma as she sped up trying to make him cum. When she felt his hands cup both of her breasts she moaned loudly, tossing her head back and jerking furiously. She continued to jerk as his hands mauled her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

Maria felt a wave of disappointment as Mark released her tits but the disappointment was quickly replaced by a mix of relief, excitement, and a little concern as his hands grabbed the back of her head pulling it down to his cock. She resisted momentarily before giving into her desire. She took the head into her mouth, licking it in a swirling pattern. She continued to jerk him as she took his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Mark’s hands need not have even been on her head because once she started there was no stopping her. Maria loved sucking cock and Mark was learning how good she was first hand.

Mark finally moaned, releasing her head and pulling his cock from her mouth, as he cam. Cum splattered across Maria’s face and into her hair as she stroked him. His spurts became less forceful as her strokes slowed, the last of his cum dropping onto her tits. She dove back down on his cock, licking it clean, enjoying the sensation of him in her mouth.

She was so turned on, but she didn’t want to make this afternoon sexual between them. She was just trying to help out her classmate and her boyfriend. She didn’t expect it to lead to all this, but hopefully she could find someone to help relieve her pressure tonight.

She scooped the cum off her face and ate it before rationalizing that she wouldn’t want to waste it even if it wasn’t what she had planned for this afternoon.

“Much better,” he said, watching her eat the cum off of her. He felt the blood return to his his cock watching as he watched her eat the cum off of her face, neck, and ample tits.

“Sorry,” she said, realizing how she must look, like a wanton slut. “I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

She looked at his cock one last time, biting her lip.

Mark relaxed on the bed as she left the room. He heard her turn on the sink down the hall. And then heard her come back down the hall. When she walked back in he hadn’t canlı bahis siteleri moved. His flaccid cock clearly visible where it had fallen after she had milked it.

“Are you ready for the next outfit,” she asked, holding a hand over her tits protectively despite Mark literally cumming on them moments again.

“Good idea,” he said, clearly looking through her arms before looking down her body.

She walked past him, close enough to touch, but the space between then remained unfilled except for their sexual tension.

“Please turn around,” she said, again looking over her shoulder at him.

Mark chuckled as he sat up. “Okay.”

Maria turned back to look at the blue babydoll and panty set while Mark resumed watching her in the mirror. His cock started to stiffen again as he watched her pull off the remains of the black lingerie.

She pulled the blue thong on snuggly covering her mound. And then pulled the babydoll over her head and looked at herself in the mirror. The thongs material was thick and dark enough to hide her lips but the babydoll was lighter and sheer. She could clearly make out her hard nipples and large areolas.

She turned around and Mark once again revealed in her body. The sheer material accentuated her every curve. Even her large, perky tits where highlighted by how they held the material up and away from her flat stomach.

“Damn…,” escaped Mark’s lips.

Maria blushed as she walked toward him and then away, returning to her runway walk. This time as Mark recorded her she ate it up reveling in the attention, especially as she saw his cock rise to attention.

“Hold on,” he said, when she was within reaching distance again. “It always feels different when someone is wearing it,” he explained, as he ran his hands from the straps on her shoulder, down her breasts, and then along the bottom of her tits, pressing the material against her skin along the way. After long, tantalizing moments of moving his hands down her body, the babydolly’s material ran out and his hands slid across her bare stomach to her waist and then her hips.

Maria’s breath was ragged as he slipped his hands around the thong and tugged it off her hips. Her hands fell on his shoulders as she lost her balance at the surprise removal of her underwear.

“What are you…,” she moaned as his hands ran down her legs pulling the tiny bit of fabric with them, “…doing?”

“I don’t know if I should give her the whole outfit or just the babydoll,” he explained, as he let the thong fall to her ankles and began to slide his hands back up her legs.

“Twirl for me,” he said once his hands got back to her hips.

Obediently Maria spun in place, showcasing her now mostly bare body. Mark’s cock bounced hungrily. Maria began to walk another circuit pantyless, exposing her shaved mound, and then stopped again right in front of Mark and his engorged cock.

“And now the last one,” she said, holding her hand out but once again having her eyes glued to his manhood.

“Well, it seems we have the same problem again… I guess you’ll need to help me out.”

Before he’d even finished speaking she was already dropping to her knees in front of him. She immediately started to bob on his cock, hungry for another load. She was so horny she started to play with her clit as she sucked and licked him.

Mark pulled off the last of his clothes before he stood up. His hands wrapped into her hair and then began to fuck her face. Maria was loving the feel of his animalistic desire and all this action pushed her over the edge. She orgasmed as he shoved his dick further into her mouth.

Mark released her head and then pulled her to her feet before pushing her onto the bed. Maria spread her legs, gyrating her hips as she reached for him, biting her lip. Mark climbed on top of her lining his cock up with her opening. She was so wet that he slid in easily even as his girth forced her walls apart to accommodate him.

He began to fuck her hard, deep, and fast bottoming out in her quickly. Their bodies pressed together with only the sheer blue material between them. They rocked together, rhythmically, the sounds of their fucking filling the room.

Mark rolled them over putting Maria on top. The sheer babydoll accentuated her bouncing breasts as she rode him. His hands worked up from her hips under the material to play with her tits. She moaned louder and louder as she fucked him. She cam again, this time with him completely buried in her.

“I’m gonna cum,” Mark said. Maria’s response was to ride him faster and harder.

“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed pulling her down onto by her hips as he cam inside her.

She lay her head on his chest savoring the feel of his cock deflating inside her while his hands kneaded her ass checks.

When he had gone soft and slid out she climbed off of him but then licked and sucked his cock clean again. He wondered how he could train Karen to be this sexual.

Maria excused herself once more to the bathroom as Mark enjoyed the afterglow.

When she came back, she had on the red crotchless teddy. This outfit didn’t even have cups for the breast but rather a little material to help keep the breasts perky, a problem Maria, in her youth, had yet to acquire.

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Hmmmm, I have a nice story for you. It’s about when Baby first trapped Daddy into playing with her. Remember that trip to the cabin when Mommy and your Little Brother (18 isn’t so little is it?) went on their special trip, Baby and Daddy went to the cabin in the mountains. After we got there, Baby went to unpack while I made a pot of coffee in the kitchen.

As I was sipping my fresh cup of coffee, you came in just a t-shirt that barely covered your sweet little ass. You noticed me looking and you smiled shyly and asked where the cups were for a cup of coffee. I asked when my little Baby girl started to drink coffee and that it was a grown-up thing to do, it didn’t seem like you were 19, but you were. While looking through the cabinets you laughed and said that you do a lot of grown-up things. I raised my eyebrows in surprise at your comment and when you looked over your should at me and winked, I started to grow.

You smiled and turned back and found a mug. Instead of grabbing a mug on the bottom shelf, you reached up and got one on the upper shelf and when you did, your shirt raised up over your sweet, tight, little bum and I could see that you were wearing no panties. While I stared, you looked over your shoulder again and smiled at me and said that you were sorry, but you felt more comfortable like this. I managed to choke out an “It’s OK Baby” and went back to my paper, a little warmer.

You poured yourself a cup of coffee and went to the fridge. I heard you pout that there was no cream for your coffee and when I looked up, you were completely bent over looking on the bottom shelf. My eyes were glued to your lower part of your shirt again, only this time, with your legs slightly parted, I could see more then your bum. I was looking straight at your sweet little pussy, and I could not believe that even at your age, there was no hair there. Still bent over, you looked back at me and saw where I was staring, and cleared your throat. When our eyes met, your smile was a little sly and you asked where the cream was. I nervously said to check the top shelf where we always keep the cream. Laughing, you stand up and found it, then poured some into your cup.

Realizing that I’m looking at my Baby girl in a way that I should not be looking at, I return to my paper and try to conceal my raging hard-on that has now developed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you swaying your hips as you approach me and you come around me to read over my shoulder. I feel your tender breasts press against my back and I moan softly as you whisper in my ear “what are you reading Daddy?” I can barely respond or contain myself.

You ask if I’m OK and I croaked out a yes. You say that you don’t believe me cuz I’m beginning to sweat. You then kiss my cheek and tell me that you love me and that this was such a good idea come up here. Then you tell me that you didn’t come all the way up here to watch me read the paper.

Slowly illegal bahis I realize that you are right, and I put the paper down. I tell you that I’m sorry, and ask what you would like to do. You come around my chair and surprise me by sitting on my lap. I realize within an instant that you must notice that I have a hard-on and wonder what my little Baby girl must think of me…. am I just some old pervert that has noticed that his little Baby is a beautiful wanton woman? I try to put the thought out of my head, but when you start squirming around in my lap I begin to wonder if maybe you’re not up to something.

I try to continue to have a normal conversation with you about what we will do over the next few days, hiking, boating, etc. But your ass feels so good in my lap that my member is straining against my jeans. You look at me and ask if I’m ok, and again I say yes, I just have a little problem and a cramp.

You giggle and say that you can feel my cramp and ask with a sly look, if you can help me with it. My face became red with embarrassment knowing that you can feel my hardness. You continue to giggle and sip your coffee and make a sour face. Lucky for the distraction, I ask what the matter is. You respond with a pouty face saying that your coffee isn’t sweet enough and you say that it needs more cream. You put your mug down, place you arms around my neck and while looking me in the eyes ask “Do you have any cream for your Baby girl Daddy?”

This causes me cock to grow to its full length and with a dry mouth, I stammer “Uh….sure Baby, it’s in the fridge”. You lean in and say that you were hoping for some special cream from your Daddy. I look at you and into your deep blue eyes and croak; “I don’t think I can give you that”.

You smile and whispering you ask what is wrong with my voice. I tell you that my mouth is dry. Smiling, you lean in and whisper that you can fix that and place your lips onto my own. Shocked, I barley respond, but as you continue to run your lips over mine, I begin to moan and kiss you back. You back away slightly and ask if that’s better as you wiggle in my lap. With my eyes half closed, I say, no, that we shouldn’t be doing this. You say that my voice still sounds dry and as I begin protest, you push yourself into me and thrust your wet tongue deep into my mouth.

I moan and you feel me relax in your arms succumbing to your seduction. My hands finally reach around you and I bring you close to me as my tongue slips into your mouth. Without breaking our kiss, you move yourself from sitting on my lap to straddling my lap. Your arms are behind me, pulling me into you and your breathing is deep and hard. Your hips begin to grind back and forth on my lap and you can feel my shaft against your wetness. No longer caring, I begin to kiss you harder and deeper. My hands find the cheeks of your ass and I being to rock you back and forth on the outline of illegal bahis siteleri my shaft.

Moaning, you break our kiss and begin to kiss my neck and face saying, “Oh Daddy, you make me so wet. I have wanted you for so long. Mommy is so lucky to have you every night”. Hearing you say that brings me back to my senses and I push you away and stop you from grinding your wetness on me.

You look at me and ask what the matter is. I explain that this is wrong, you’re my little Baby and I’m your Daddy. Yes I love you, but this is so wrong, we shouldn’t be doing this. What would your Mommy say if she found out her little girl and Daddy sitting like this? You look at me and laugh. I say it’s not funny, and you respond by saying, “Oh poor Daddy, always and the last to know. Why do you think Mommy didn’t want to come with us? She and Little Brother have been doing what we are about to do for a long time, and right now, he’s probably sticking his big, fat, cock in her wet pussy right now.” Shocked, I ask you how you know this and you tell me that you saw them once. You watched as your Mommy went to her knees and undid your Little Brothers pants and stroked his cock and licked her luscious lips.

With your eyes closed and your hips gently rocking, you continue telling me the story of how you watched through a partially opened door, your sexy Mommy sucking your Little Brother. You tell me that you wanted to see if your Daddy was as big as he, and ask me to show you my cock. Not believing my ears, you look at me and in one swift move; remove your shirt from your sweet succulent body. When I see your rosy nipples and see how hard they are I begin to lose my composure. But it was when you leaned back and slipped a hand down between your legs and inserted a finger deep into your pussy and groaned and then brought it to your lips and sucked your own juice off, I knew I was lost.

You removed your finger from your mouth and leaned in to kiss me and I accepted it without resistance, tasting your juice on your lips and tongue. I reach up and took your breasts into my hands and felt your hard nipples in my palms. Your moaning as we kiss and your gyrating on my lap was becoming too much for me and I squeezed your breasts and began to pinch your nipples. Breathing heavily, you pull back and reach between your legs and feel my growing hardness with your delicate hand. Looking me in the eye, you tell me that you need my cream and that your think I’m ready to be milked. Smiling, I lift you in my arms and set you on the table. Your hands fumble with my jeans and as you open them, you push me back to my seat and slide to the floor in front of me.

You pull my jeans down and work your hands over the bulge in my shorts. With a grin, you lean in let you tongue slip past your lips and you trace the outline of my cock. I look down and I see my Baby girl on her knees with a begging look of desperation to feed on canlı bahis siteleri her Daddy’s cock. I help you pull my shorts down and your eyes grow wide with excitement and pleasure as you see my long, hard, cock come into full view of your waiting eyes. You take your small little hand and gently take a hold of me and begin to slowly feel my entire length.

Looking up, our eyes meet and we share a knowing smile and you say, “Oh Daddy, your cock is so much bigger and better then Brothers. Mommy is sure lucky to have this, I can’t image why she would want my Brothers cock when she can have this.” I moan and you ask if your hand feels good. I say yes and I begin to move my hips back and forth. You tighten you grip and you see a little moisture begin to seep from the hole in my tip. Leaning in, you snake out your tongue and lick the juice from my cock and I say that I taste so good.

I knew that I could no longer contain myself and I look down at you, my little Baby girl, and say, “Baby, you’re driving your Daddy crazy. I need some relief, will you help me? Will you make Daddy feel better?”

You reply, “Daddy, I have planned this for so long, and you will be satisfied and very happy with your Baby girl. I will make you feel so good; you’ll never want Mommy’s pussy ever again.” And you took my whole cock into your mouth in one long slow motion. Your lips reached my base and when you groaned, I felt the vibrations soar though my body. You slid your mouth back up and then down again. My hands found your head and I began to lose myself in your mouth.

Soon I felt your hand come to my wet cock and I felt the pressure of your fist begin to pull the cum from my balls as you continued to work your mouth up and down my rod. My legs started to become week and my hips started to take on a life of their own. I held your head and began to thrust in and out of your mouth. Soon you released my cock from your mouth while sliding your fist up and down my shaft. You looked up at me and said, “that’s it Daddy, fuck my mouth. Please fuck my mouth. It’s all yours to fuck, whenever you want. Now cum for me Daddy, fill my mouth with your cum, oh please Daddy, please cum in my fucking mouth!” and you swallowed my cock just in time as my hard, wet, hot cock, began to explode.

I felt my legs tighten and my stomach begin to pulse as my shaft let loose the cum that you had built up deep inside me. Holding onto your head, I groaned, “Oh fuck Baby, oh my GOD, I’m cumming, Oh Baby, Oh…..BABY I’m CUMMING….. OOOHHHHH GOD….. OHHHHHHHHHHH!” and I filled you mouth with stream after stream of my hot, creamy cum. I felt you swallow as much as you could and all the while moaning and pumping me dry. When I finally stopped, I fell back and tried to catch my breath while you continued to lick and suck my softening cock which kept me hard.

You looked up at me and smiled and licked your lips and said, “Mmmmm, thank you Daddy, I loved your cream.” You then rose and kissed me deeply and I pulled you hard into me and I explored your mouth with my tongue trying to share my taste with you.

Baby, Daddy is still hard from that. Do you remember what happened next?

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She lay there in the seat, her skin as white as the snowflakes that fell around her. The headlights still shown brightly against the embankment, where trees dotted the ground as far as the eye could see. He awoke from his stupor and observed his surroundings. The airbag had been deployed and was now lying flat against the steering wheel. The front of car had what appeared to be heavy damage, but the inside cabin portion was still pretty much intact.

She had a gash on her forehead, and there was a pattern on the windshield just in front of where she was sitting that indicated she had taken a serious lick.

He unbuckled his belt and reached over, checking for signs of life. He could feel her breathing, though it came in shallow and brief intervals. Her skin was cold, but did not have a bluish tint yet.

“Good,” he thought. She still has a chance.

He surveyed his own injuries. A large gash in his pants halfway down his leg was filling with blood. He knew he needed to do something to cover the bleeding. He removed his trousers and his long sleeve shirt, using the sleeves to tie a bandage around his wound.

He shivered, hoping it was from the cold and not from the onset of shock. The engine would not start when he tried, so he could not get any heat. The injury would prevent him from walking very far, and the snow that still pelted the ground would make the journey treacherous.

His daughter moaned and his mind instantly came back to attending to her needs. She was home from college for the holidays and they had left together for his sister’s house after her plane arrived. He had planned to stop soon for the night, but he was hoping to make a few more miles before he found a motel. Then they would journey the last few hours in the daylight. Now he realized they would journey no more tonight, and if he didn’t do something, they would journey no more.

He picked up his cell phone to dial 911, but the signal bar was empty. Desperate he tried to call anyway, but a ‘Service Unavailable’ kept popping up on his screen each time he tried. He estimated that the nearest town was about ten to twelve miles away. The narrow two lane stretch of road had produced very few cars the entire evening, and now that the weather was turning inclement, he doubted that there would be anyone until the snow plows reached the area.

He had taken his jacket off and slung it in the backseat of the car while they were illegal bahis at the airport. She was so cold natured that he had to keep the heat and fan going almost the entire trip. He liked the chilly feeling of the air, and did not think he could survive having a jacket on. Even the long sleeves were almost too much.

She still had her jacket on, and he knew he had to keep her warm. But just the jacket wouldn’t do. He slid over the bench seat and carefully removed her coat. He could see a dark spot on her pants, just below the waistline. His first thought was that she had pee’d on herself in the collision. If that was the case, the wetness could bring a chill to her that could prevent more problems.

He had to figure out what to do. He still could only elicit a moan from her when he tried to shake her. He moved her arms and was able to free her coat away from her body. He gently laid her back down, but this time he stretched her across the seat.

He grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled them down her legs. Once they were off, he grabbed her panties and pulled them downward too. When he had removed them from her middle torso area, she started to squirm a bit, and he called her name, but still she did not respond. He finished removing them and the vision of his daughter naked from the waist down suddenly awakened his mind.

She was a volleyball player in high school, and she had continued to keep herself fit while in college. She was gifted with her mom’s breasts, and the 36’s that rose up toward him now only briefly drew his eye from what lay beneath them.

The shaven mound that proudly displayed the lips still glistened slightly from the dampness, and he reached in his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. He rubbed it softly over her vaginal area, enjoying the feel of the tightness of private area as his fingers rolled along the edges. His middle finger dipped in-between the folds and he moved the cloth from top to bottom.

He rested his hand for a moment, wanting to explore the depths even more, but knowing that he shouldn’t. Instead, he decided that she was dry enough for now, and he laid down with is back against the rear of the seat, so that his full weight was not upon her.

He leaned over until he could cover at least half of her with his body, and he spread the coat across his back and around her body as best he could.

With nothing on his body but his boxers, his manhood lay illegal bahis siteleri dangerously close to her privates. The thought of the young nubile body pressing against his caused his cock to stretch out, as a forked stick would do in search of water and dampness.

He tried to think of anything. Go over the to-do list that he had left at work. Anything but the scene that lay around him now.

However, it didn’t work. And the open slit in the boxers didn’t help any, as his manhood found its way out, still in search of the prize before it.

She groaned now, and shivered some more. He weighed at least 20 pounds more than she did, and he worried that his weight would impede her breathing, but he knew she had to stay warm to keep from going into shock.

He pulled himself on top of her, being cautious so that the coat did not slide away and lose the body heat that they had built up already. He was sure that having this so close to his practically naked torso was the cause for his rise in temperature. He hoped that it would be enough to sustain them until they were found.

His cock was still outside of his underwear when he moved his body on top of hers, and it struck the outer folds of her vagina. Almost as if snagged, it quickly stopped its movement, causing him to jerk a moment at the sudden ceasing of movement.

He could feel the tip as it barely slipped between her folds. The desire was becoming overwhelming, and he decided that he had to experience at least a little bit of her nubile body, but still allow her some dignity.

He started to hunch his back, allowing his cock to rub up and down across her vagina. The feeling of her soft skin against the hardness of his cock brought it to a raging fullness. He continued his motion for a short while, but the sight of her breasts drew his attention more at the moment. He stopped what he was doing and propped himself up with one hand and arm outstretched toward the seat, the other one headed for the heaving flesh before him.

She never wore a bra since she left for college. The lack of her wearing a bra and the coldness of the night air caused to nipples to stand at attention. He could feel the buds rising as he massaged them through the fabric.

His engorged member kept stopping between her folds, but each time he withdrew quickly enough to prevent himself from entering her.

The moisture started to accumulate as he rocked his canlı bahis siteleri pelvis across the top of her pussy. He wasn’t sure if it was from her or from him, or maybe a combination of both. But the ease in which he could now move brought pleasure to his loin, but he also was finding it harder not to gain entry into her most private part.

Then it happened. It was on an upstroke. His arm slipped a little causing him to lean more to one side. The angle put his cock aimed straight at her vagina, and in a flash he was inside.

“Oh Shit!” he thought to himself. “What do I do now?”

He ceased his movements and studied her face carefully for a reaction.

Her eyes fluttered and she opened one of them partly.

“Daddy, what is going on?” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“It’s okay dear. We’ve been in an accident, and I’m trying to help keep you warm.”

“Daddy, I feel something inside of me. Is that you?”

“Um, yes baby, it’s me. I got carried away and now I’m afraid I’ve penetrated you.”

“Daddy, it feels good.”

“Well, I’m glad it does baby. Would you like for me to continue? It would help build up some body heat.”

“Please daddy. It’s been so long since I had someone inside of me.”

He began his rocking motion again, but this time he didn’t have to be so careful, so his thrusts came more earnestly. His cock moved in and out of her, bringing the head of his cock to the tip of her lips, and then plunging back down to her depths again.

She was tight, and while not a virgin, it was enough to bring his cock to the hardness that he had once known in his younger years.

Her hips started to undulate and increased in speed to match his rhythm. They both started to bump and grind as their body temperatures rose. Her breathing increased until grunts started to emerge from her mouth.

“Ungh, Daddy, don’t stop, I’m going to cummmmmmm,” she cried out as the first wave washed over her.

He could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft. The sensation caused his balls to erupt and he spewed forth his semen into her bucking pussy. Her vagina kept milking everything that could be taken from inside of him, until both of them were finally spent.

She looked up at him after she was able to catch her breath.

“Daddy, I’ve wanted you for a long time. With exams and studying, I didn’t have any time to go to the store and buy you a gift. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, Merry Christmas Daddy!”

A snowplow found the car less than an hour later. A wrecker was called, and both he and his daughter were taken to the local ER and released after being treated for their injuries.

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INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – Set in Miami in 1964, this tale features the story of Mark, an 18-year-old student and Mandy, the mini-skirted single mother who lives across the street. Mark has always liked Mandy, but his prejudiced, God-fearing mother detests her, thinking she represents everything sinful in society today. Mark’s long-suffering father just wants to read his newspaper and enjoy a peaceful life.

Will Mark be tempted by Mandy’s charms, or will he listen to his mother and avoid sin? Read this story to find out.

All characters and events are entirely fictional, with any similarity to real people, living or dead, coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and older engage in sexual activity. Enjoy, please rate and comment, and check out my other submissions on this site.

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“She’s out there again, Harry.”

Mark Richards looked up from his breakfast as his mother stared out of the kitchen window and into the sunny Saturday Florida morning. Mark stifled a sigh at his mother’s agitated posture, and her unwavering staring at the house across the road.

Mark’s father Harry wanted to read his newspaper over breakfast, not get into one of his wife’s frequent rants. He took a sip of coffee. “Who’s out there, Phyllis?” he asked patiently.

“Who do you think, Harry? Mandy Mathers, who else? Out there pretending to work in her garden, flaunting herself to all the men in the town, advertising things that shouldn’t be for sale. Why else would she be in her garden so early in the morning?”

Mark thought it was unlikely, given that they lived in Miami that all the men in town would pass up the street to get a look at Mandy Mathers. Well, it was possible, but thousands of men walking, cycling and driving automobiles up and down the street would create a great deal of noise and disturbance.

“Relax Phyllis, Mandy Mathers is just doing some gardening,” Harry asserted. “Nothing more, and nothing less.”

“Will you look at what she is wearing,” said Phyllis Richards, again staring out the window. “As a mother of two teenage girls, she should be ashamed of herself.”

“What is she wearing, Phyllis? A bikini?” asked her husband.

“Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?” challenged Phyllis. “No, she’s wearing those terrible pedal-pusher pants like a teenager, and no doubt when she’s finished in the garden, she’ll go and put on one of her miniskirts, and bring down the tone of her neighborhood with her sin and depravity.” She turned to her son. “Would you like it if I wore pedal-pusher pants and mini-skirts, Mark?”

“No Mom,” said Mark. He most definitely did not want his mother to wear the aforementioned clothes, given that she was probably not first in line for looks the year she was born, and that she weighed about 250 pounds, this steadily increasing with each passing year.

“I’m glad I raised you right, Mark,” said Phyllis. “Just make sure you keep away from that dreadful woman and her sinful ways and don’t let her lead you astray. Oh look, now the two girls are out there too. She’s a terrible influence on those girls. Not only does she let them listen to that new music from England by the Insects, she listens to it too.”

“You mean the Beatles,” put in her husband.

“I’m sorry?” asked Phyllis.

“You said that the popular music group from England is called the Insects. They’re called the Beatles,” said Harry.

“It doesn’t matter what they’re called, Harry, these so-called musical bands from England will be the end of society as we know it. You know, Mandy Mathers lets the girls watch television shows where teenagers dance to that music. No good can come of it Harry, you mark my words.”

Mark sighed under his breath, and listened to his mother as she continued to rant about modern music and how it would be the end of the world. This was nothing new. Nearly ten years ago, his mother had been horrified by the rise of this strange new music called rock and roll that young adults, teenagers and children loved. She was even more dismayed that her two sons and daughter liked the terrifying compositions, which Phyllis Richards saw as posing a greater danger to her children’s safety than polio or atomic bombs.

However, Mark had heard his mother’s sister say that during the Second World War, his mother as a young woman had believed that engaging in activities such as swing dancing, jive and jitterbug were the pinnacle of sin, and that the world would suffer God’s wrath as a result. Nearly two decades had gone by since, and there had been no terrible disaster inflicted upon the world by a God angered by swing dancing. Mark pondered if his mother when a child in the 1920s had watched disapprovingly as teenagers and young adults went to dance halls and danced the Charleston. Knowing his mother, Mark could well believe it.

“It’s not just England that’s flooding our country with this music, we’re producing enough of it on our own,” Phyllis continued to her indifferent illegal bahis husband. “That surf music in California for one, encouraging young people to wear next to nothing riding through the water on those boards. Some of our young men are fighting the Japanese in Vietnam, while other young people are engaging in that hedonistic behavior …”

Harry sighed and put down his newspaper. “Phyllis, they’re not fighting against the Japanese in Vietnam. I fought against the Japanese in the Second World War.”

“Well, who are we fighting now if not the Japanese?” his wife challenged.

“The North Vietnamese,” explained Harry.

Phyllis shrugged. “Japanese, Vietnamese, Chinese, they’re all the same aren’t they?”

“No, they’re completely different,” said Harry. “You can’t go around saying they’re all the same, people will take offense. The Japanese have nothing to do with Vietnam. America are assisting the South Vietnamese against the communist North Vietnamese.”

“Aren’t the Japanese communists?” his wife wanted to know.

“No, they are not communists at all,” her husband assured her. “Now, how about you stop worrying about communists, Vietnam and Japan on such a nice Saturday morning and think about the church bake sale? I know how much you enjoy the bake sale.”

Mark thought somewhat unkindly that his mother enjoyed the church bake sales a little too much by her girth, but obviously would never express this thought aloud. He also wished, not for the first time, that he had been born just a few weeks earlier, then he would have graduated high school in June as part of the class of 1964, and been off to college like his older sister Diane, not sitting here listening to one of his mother’s ignorant rants.

Looking at his parents, Mark mused again not for the first time, what had drawn the dissimilar pair together years earlier. His father had been a handsome and dashing young man and while wearing the uniform of the US Navy, a hero in the Second World War. His mother had always been dowdy, critical and negative, even when younger and slimmer. It was fortunate that Mark and his older brother Sam, who was married with a young son of his own and another baby on the way, had inherited the good looks of their father – light brown hair, blue eyes and tall with an athletic build. Likewise, Diane looked more like her father’s pretty sister than her own mother. While Phyllis Richards had obviously given birth to and raised Sam, Diane and Mark, her children had not so much as a passing resemblance to her in looks nor personality. It was like she had had nothing to do with them at all.

“I would enjoy it far better if she wasn’t there ruining it,” said Phyllis bitterly, getting her bulk up and again glaring across the street at the Mathers’ house.

“What’s wrong with Mandy Mathers coming to the bake sale?” asked Harry.

“Well aside from the fact that she will without doubt be wearing one of her mini-skirts without shame, she’s bringing some cakes for the stall.”

Harry shrugged. “Well it is a bake sale.”

“You don’t understand Harry, she’s making cakes from Australia.”

“What’s the matter with cakes from Australia, Phyllis?”

“It’s a communist country, Harry.” Mark and Harry stifled sighs at this latest statement of ignorance, as Phyllis continued. “Do you think Mandy Mathers might be a communist, Harry? If she brings food from a communist country like Australia to a bake sale, then there is every chance that she might be a secret communist as well as everything else.”

Harry shook his head. “Phyllis, Australia is not a communist country.”

“Are you sure, Harry? It’s a very strange country. They have all these peculiar animals and plants …”

“I was in Australia during the war, Phyllis. Australia is not a communist country. And I doubt very much that Mandy Mathers is a communist.”

His wife snorted in derision. “Communist or not, she’s still a corrupting influence in our neighborhood with her short skirts, no husband in sight and two girls with obviously different fathers.”

Harry rolled his eyebrows. “Phyllis, Donna and Jodie Mathers are twins.”

“Twins? They look nothing alike. One has blonde hair, the other one red hair.”

“The Mathers girls are non-identical twins, Phyllis. But that they are twins means that they obviously have the same parents.”

“Well, living across the road from a sinful woman obviously doesn’t bother you, Harry,” snapped Phyllis. “Would you be happy if a homosexual moved in next door, driving past schools and playgrounds all day, luring boys and girls to his car with candy?”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” said Harry.

“It could, Harry. We could have a homosexual living right next door, to go with the harlot across the road. We could have Negroes move into the house on the other side and Jews behind us just to make everything perfect. But if you’re happy to live like that, then go ahead and do nothing.”

Mark illegal bahis siteleri stifled a sigh, frustrated by his mother’s racist and anti-Semitic views of the world. He and his sister and brother like their father had no problem with people of different racial backgrounds and were pro-integration, just like they had no issues with Jewish people. Phyllis Richards, however, clung to her prejudiced views with an iron grip and did not even like Roman Catholics. Years earlier, Mark had befriended a girl up the street and they would walk to school together, until his mother put a stop to the friendship upon learning that the girl was from a Catholic family.

Harry clearly did not want to continue the conversation, and got up from the table. “It’s a nice day, and I need to make a start on sorting out the garage.”

“Are you driving me to the bake sale?” his wife wanted to know. Phyllis had never learned to drive an automobile, and therefore was dependent upon her husband, kids and other relatives or friends to drive her places when she was unable to take a bus.

“I think I might give it a miss Phyllis, I don’t want to eat too many sweet treats,” said Harry. “Mark can drive you instead.”

Mark really did not want to go to the bake sale, but his father had spoken so Mark nodded in agreement. “Okay,” he said, also getting up from the table. “I’ll just weed the front garden before we go.”

“Don’t get too dirty, I want you presentable when we go to the church,” his mother warned him. “And don’t associate with that dreadful woman, don’t let her corrupt you with her sin. Watch out for the girls too, like mother like daughter.”

Mark was pretty sure he would be safe from Mandy Mathers and given that Donna and Jodie were in his year at school and did not go around corrupting him or other students, he was safe there too. His mother was absolutely unbelievable at times. “Yes Mom,” he said simply to placate her, and went outside into the warm sunny Florida morning.

Given his mother had been obsessing over Mandy Mathers all morning, Mark’s attention immediately went to the woman across the road as she continued to work on her garden. However, this was not the only reason. It was close to impossible for any man to avoid looking at her. Mark had no idea how old Mandy was, presumably she was aged in her mid to late thirties, forty at most and had had the girls when she was young. The Mathers family had only moved in during the summer of 1963 and neither Donna nor Jodie had spoken much of their background, so their mother’s age remained a mystery. However, no matter what age Mandy Mathers was, there was no denying she was a stunningly attractive woman.

Reasonably tall and with an amazingly slim figure for a woman who had carried and given birth to twins in her younger years, Mandy’s stylish, straight dark brown hair that framed her very pretty face with big blue eyes cascaded down to her shoulders, reflecting the morning sunlight as she weeded the garden bed nearest the mailbox. Mark tried to avoid staring at his neighbor as she went about her work, but his eyes were unable to prevent drifting to Mandy’s chest, where her ample breasts filled her shirt, and her bottom as she bent over to tackle a particularly stubborn weed. Mark could see the perfect shape of Mandy’s buttocks through her pedal pusher pants, and although he was some distance away he could just make out the outline of Mandy’s panties.

Feeling slightly guilty about observing a woman old enough to be his mother in such away, Mark’s attention turned to her daughters. Although Mandy, Donna and Jodie did not look all that similar -Mandy had brown hair, Donna blonde and Jodie red hair for a start – the two girls were as stunning as their mother.

Donna, who was raking up some leaves, wore a blue blouse and a matching mini-skirt, her long blonde hair styled back with a matching blue hairband. The girl was a member of the cheerleading squad and despite only enrolling in the high school for her junior year, Donna had immediately been accepted into the popular group, and was dating the school’s football star Jeff.

Jodie, today dressed in a green miniskirt and a matching blouse as she pulled out weeds, was no less attractive than her twin sister, but was quieter and kept a lower profile. One of Mark’s friends had been particularly taken with the pretty redhead and asked her out on a date, but Jodie had politely refused, as she had refused dates with other guys likewise captivated by her good looks, and the girl had no boyfriend out of school either. Since commencing her new school, Jodie had immediately become best friends with Tammy Grant, a girl who Mark had known since kindergarten.

Tammy had always been an unusual sort of girl, wanting to play with trucks, throw a football around and build forts rather than play with dolls when younger, and always insisting on dressing in shirts, jeans and trousers rather than dresses and skirts. In Junior High, Tammy had raised canlı bahis siteleri quite a stir when she complained that she was forced to do cooking, sewing and typing with the other girls rather than woodwork, metalwork and mechanical workshop with the boys like she wanted. Her parents and the deputy headmistress had sat down with the girl and had a long talk to Tammy about how boys do metalwork, woodwork and workshop; and girls cooking, sewing and typing, and that was it and there was no amount of protesting on her part that could change the way things were.

Jodie and Tammy immediately had seemed to find some sort of connection when Jodie arrived in town, eating lunch together, walking to classes together and to and from school, Tammy carrying Jodie’s books. They spent most of their time outside of school together too. Mark had never seen two female best friends so close before, but then he reasoned that as he was obviously a boy, he could probably not understand how girls’ minds worked.

Mandy looked up from her work, and gave Mark a friendly smile and a wave. “Hi Mark, how are you on such a beautiful Saturday morning?”

“Hi Mrs. Mathers, good thanks,” Mark called back. He turned to Mandy’s daughters. “Hi Donna, hi Jodie,” he called, giving the girls a friendly wave.

Donna and Jodie also smiled and waved. “Hi Mark,” the teenagers called back to their classmate.

He continued to talk with Mandy and her daughters across the road about everyday things as they all worked on their gardens, until Mark turned and saw his mother’s furious face staring at him from inside the house, clearly not pleased that Mark had failed to heed her warnings about not associating with the woman across the road.

Everyone had nearly finished their work anyway, and as Donna and Jodie went inside to wash the dirt from their hands, two cars drew up outside the Mathers’ house, one driven by Donna’s boyfriend Jeff and the other by Jodie’s friend Tammy. Tammy, who always wore her hair short was as usual dressed in a shirt and jeans. Mark struggled to recall the last time he saw her wearing a skirt or a dress.

As Donna and Jodie emerged from the house, they bade their mother goodbye and went to Jeff and Tammy respectively. While pulling out the last, and most stubborn of the weeds, Mark noticed that Jeff held the passenger door open for Donna and put a hand on her back to guide his girlfriend into the car, closing the door after her. At the same time, Tammy opened the passenger door of her car for Jodie, putting her hand on Jodie’s back to guide her into the car, closing the door after her.

Watching the cars drive up the road, Mark thought it a little strange that Tammy had behaved the same way towards Jodie as Jeff had towards Donna, but dismissed these musings, assuming that there was a perfectly innocent explanation for this.

Mandy collected her gardening tools. “So, are you going to the church bake sale today Mark?” she asked.

Mark nodded. “Yes, I’m driving Mom down there this morning.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you down there then,” Mandy commented.

“Yes, see you then, Mrs. Mathers,” said Mark. He was never sure what to call Mandy. She was not married, but she never corrected him when he called her Mrs. Mathers, so he thought it best to continue with this. As Mark returned to his house, he could see his mother continuing to glare at him in complete disapproval at his terrible crime of speaking politely to their neighbor, and knew that the drive to the church would probably not be an enjoyable one.

*

Mark’s instincts were correct. The drive to the church was a short one, but to Mark it felt as long as if he had driven his mother from Miami to Seattle. All the way there, his mother had lectured him about sin, and how Mandy Mathers was the major perpetrator of sin in their neighborhood, trying to corrupt impressionable young men like Mark into sinful ways too. According to Phyllis, it was too late for Mandy Mathers. Upon Mandy’s death, God would judge and punish her by sending her to Hell to burn for eternity due to her continual breaches of His commandments. However, it was not too late for Mark – if he avoided associating with Mandy and other people like her he would be able to avoid sin, and therefore not end up in Hell with her too.

Arriving at the church, Mark hoped he could make his escape, but his mother made it clear that she wanted her chauffeur close handy, so to his great dismay the young man was forced to stay by her side as she talked to her friends Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Brown.

The three women his mother was friends with were similar to her in many ways; their already considerable girths were expanding year by year and they spent most of their time discussing their prejudiced and wildly inaccurate views of the world, and their beliefs that most fun activities were sin that would anger God and cause His vengeance.

The first topic on the agenda seemed to be Roman Catholics, Mrs. Smith lamenting that the new typist at the company where her husband worked was Catholic. Phyllis sympathized with her friend, stating how she had acted quickly to stop a growing friendship between Mark and a Catholic girl when he was younger.

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ONE

A beautiful smile possessed the oval soft-featured face of Lily Mathieson as she unhurriedly turned the page of her book – unhurriedly as she was trapped in her private little world of romance and had no wish to escape prematurely.

The tiny alarm clock in her handbag would shrilly bring her back with a bang when it was time to return to the office.

But on this day she was returned before the alarm triggered.

“What are you reading that can make you smile like that?” enquired a smooth, well modulated masculine voice that seemed straight out of the pages of a recent novel she’d read, ‘Banished to the Colony’.

“Oh,” said the slim twenty-five year old with mousy brown hair and unfashionable blue cut glass drop ear-rings. “A woman writer, whose name will be unknown to you.”

“Try me.”

The request burned into Lily’s cheeks, so she kept her head lowered, having interpreted those words as being almost obscene. Sensible men did not roam around asking women they did not know to try them.

“Kate Lambert.”

“Oh yes, Katie,” said the man, with a familiarity as if Mrs Lambert, who was sixty-one years’ old lived next-door to him.

“She is securing quite a loyal following despite having only had three of her fifteen manuscripts published.”

What nonsense. Lily knew this was Kate Lambert’s fourth book and in none of the five or six reviews she’d read had any mention been made about a string of failed novels by this author. This man was a prig, attempting to chat her up for reasons unknown. She reached for her handbag nervously.

“Sorry, four books as I don’t recognise the title I’m attempting to read upside down. I had not realised, um, ‘Banished to the Colony’ was no longer her latest published work.”

Lily looked up at him, surprise showing on her face but that how it was. Anyway, there was no need to conceal what she felt about the implausibility of his assertion. How on earth could a man in Auckland know of an emerging writer from the Barossa Valley, South Australia?

Kate Lambert probably was not even on the Internet list of emerging writers of women’s fiction yet, as her emergence had been so recent, the flash of her acceptance igniting like an Aussie bush fire.

This man was a fake. Manufacturing this pretence that he had knowledge of women’s literature was one thing, but to ridiculously claim that he knew the author well enough to call her Katie, for goodness sake!

“This latest novel is titled ‘Imprisoned in My Own Little World’.”

Lily, an avid reader, had never come across an author who seemed so compatible with her in thought and utterances and in the descriptive word images.

Lily didn’t write, but when alone her thoughts invented dialogue and visual landscapes; and she refined characterisations as if playing mental chess. This fellow wouldn’t be aware of her skill in playing such games or why she did it.

“You have lovely shaped breasts.”

Lily’s breathing stopped, momentarily. She was in the process of being picked up. How disgusting, how interesting, how should she react? Those thoughts raced into her mind, confusing her, so she sat dumbly.

“Would you like to come across the street for a cup of coffee?”

Lily looked about wildly for a police officer, but as usual when one was wanted, none were in sight. There were plenty of people close by, though, but none seemed aware of her plight.

“Only for a cup of coffee. I’m really not a molester of pretty women on public streets and certainly not of women in crowded lunchtime enclaves like this one. Don’t you ever take a risk?”

Well, that did it! Lily’s deceased maternal grandmother had been full-blooded Irish, and it must have been Grandma’s influence – she’d also been named illegal bahis Kate – that rose inside her and burst out of her mouth.

“Of course I do,” she lied. “Lead on, Mr -?”

“Chalmers, Gavin Chalmers,” he grinned like someone landing a fish while Lily decided to keep her identify concealed for the moment.

“Here, let me carry your book.”

This Gavin practically tore it from her hands, although she had to admit her resistance melted as his fingers extended out towards the novel. He was tall, his features were soft just like hers, and his hazel eyes were laughing at her, not in the way of a maniacal rapist but with warmth and intelligence.

Her knees, just as Kate Lambert had described in ‘Married at Last’. In that book the heroine had felt ‘felt dangerous under-powered, desperately in need of underpinning support’. Almost like a Zombie, Lily slipped her arm through Gavin’s and neither of them reacted as if something extraordinary had just occurred.

*

TWO

At five forty-five that afternoon, Lily had both hands dug deep into Gavin’s thick thatch of hair pulling it painfully, screaming in ecstasy, as lying between her legs he slurped at juices flowing from her vagina. Her cheeks were glowing and just like Flossie’s in ‘Married at Last’.

Lily’s heart soared and soft tearlets fell. Her body was on a high, the highest she’d ever experienced. Gavin was a man with a golden tongue.

Although married with two children and being ‘an experienced woman’ through four brief bouts of sexual encounters prior to meeting her husband Tom, Lily had never felt like this before – NEVER!

She wished she could prolong the feeling of exaltation by boosting her discharge but knew already she had produced a bucketful. Well a thimbleful, a BIG thimbleful! God, Gavin was good – a man with a golden tongue. She began to giggle at her eloquence.

“Good – giggle some more, as it’s pushed out a bit more,” said the slurping maniac.

Finally he crawled up over her belly, briefly nuzzled her small and lily-white tits – she preferred the name breasts, but Gavin had insisted calling them tits and the way he’d said it had really excited her.

Heavens, when he’d slipped a finger under the elastic of her panties and entered her, Lily’s immediately thought had been to get rid of that interfering item of clothing.

Ladylike she refrained from doing that of course, but her desire was granted as Gavin simply grasped the top of them in his teeth and looked at her unblinkingly until she obliged and lifted her bottom.

Growling and with practised ease, he drew the flimsy article of clothing down her legs and she had her first orgasm.

She’d not believed Kate when writing in ‘Droughts That Burn the Soul’ that Susan had felt a sudden discharge filtering through her panties when Jimmy simply pinched her nipple through her thick bra. In fact she’d laughed, thinking that elderly Mrs Lambert these days was so far removed from sexual experience that her mind had exceeded reality. But now she knew better.

Lily slipped out of the bed to go to the bathroom and Gavin rose on to his elbow and asked, “Where are you going?”

“To the toilet, silly,” she replied, feeling like a liberated teenager after her first fuck.

“Can I watch?”

Astonished, Lily almost peed on to the polished dark floor of his bedroom. Nobody had suggested that to her, ever, and the thought of someone being that intimate with her was…well…repulsive. But those pleading eyes flipped her mind and she heard herself inviting,

“Oh, all right. Then giggled, becoming the temptress and jokingly saying, “I’ll stand in the bath and you’ll get a good look.”

Amazed that she could say such a thing, Lily had to clench her muscles illegal bahis siteleri to hold back the pee when he replied calmly, “I was going to suggest that.”

Lily phoned home and Sam answered the phone. Yes, his father was home and yes he would tell him that their mother would be home by seven as a print-run had gone wrong and she’d been held back to supervise the re-running of the job.

Lily made the ten year old repeat the message to ensure he had it word perfect. He did. At the outset, Lily had said she was in a hurry so did not wish to speak to Tom.

Back in bed Lily and Gavin talked and talked, which was a new experience for her because the other distant men in her life usually had left her dozing after The Event, either to go home or to plod about looking for something interesting to occupy their tiny minds.

Her husband Tom had lost his post-coital conversational powers soon after she was pregnant with Bess, but still chased after his twice-weekly shag, as he called it. Invariably, as soon as he’d blown his load he’d turn over on to his side and drift off to sleep. He’d sometimes say ‘I enjoyed that’, but these days never ‘Did you enjoy that?’ or ‘Would you like to go again?’ or ‘You did cum, didn’t you?’

“You came copiously,” said Gavin, looking very pleased with himself. Lily felt her lower regions stir with re-awakened excitement, but she was aware that Gavin’s largish penis would not be thrusting up her channel on this occasion.

Earlier he’d said, kissing her eyelids, “Let’s take this a little slowly, huh? I’m holding back on installments because I want to see you again.”

Lily had assumed that this, her first post-marriage sexual association with male or female at any level, would be a oncer. Surely, after getting what he wanted, Gavin would be looking for more vaginas to conqueror. But no, he was encouragingly alluding to at least one more session.

She squeezed her thighs together to dim the excitement being generated down there by rampant signals flowing from her brain as she ingested this information and added speculation.

From coffee shop to bed within an hour seemed an improbable outcome from Mrs Prim, but there you are, thought Lily, as Gavin rambled on about his favourite authors – she could always ask him to run that desertion some other time.

At the table she’d introduced herself. He was charming and unlike other people who obviously disliked her name, he welcomed the revival in her generation of such a sweet name, and asked do she know it was a well-used name in great literature.

“No I didn’t,” she responded.

He grinned and said that he couldn’t think of any off the top of his head but there was always Lily Langtry to fall back on to.

“I gather some gentlemen did,” said Lily mischievously.

His eyes shone and he laughed generously, which pleased her. Many men give the impression that females are without humour and lack a real brain.

Gavin revealed he was a senior lecturer at university in English literature and that he’d met Kate when he called into the winery her husband managed in the Barossa Valley. Kate sold him some wine and they continued chatting until the other New Zealanders he was with were ready to leave.

“We were all from Auckland University to attend an international writers’ seminar in Adelaide. At that function I met Kate as she was a presenter on a panel of writers discussing the problems of getting their first book published.

“She was so lively and forthright, the outstanding person on the panel. That evening I dined with her and her husband Roland, so I got to know her quite well.”

“Is she sexy?”

“Not really, why do you ask?”

“The things she writes about.”

“She’s great on research, canlı bahis siteleri and there is a women’s collective operating in the small community where she lives. She told us she gets lots of good quotes, marvellous stories and very intimate disclosures from those women which she then fictionalises.”

“You didn’t …um.”

“Fuck her? Of course not. She was with her husband whom she appears to adore and she is almost seventy.”

“Sixty.”

“Seventy.”

“How do you know?”

“She told me, privately when I questioned her closely after viewing her wrinkles, although I didn’t mention that. She said no woman would be interested in reading about relationships from the pen – computer actually – of a writer aged seventy.”

“Oh.”

“Does it matter?”

“No, not at all. It’s just a matter of adjusting my mind, as I have a rather vivid imagination.”

“Me too. Right now I can imagine lying between your lovely tanned legs.”

“They’re quite white, actually.”

In saying that Lily had been aware of that response being on the tip of her tongue, but chose to utter it. The risk was there for the taking.

“Whatever, but my image remains unchanged.”

Lily decided to shift the conversation, asking Gavin did he write.

“Yes, I too have had four books published. One is a an unpretentious assessment of New Zealand fiction writers of the past twenty years which is becoming accepted as a textbook in secondary schools, thereby achieving the purpose of writing it.”

“And the others?”

“One called ‘Kiwi Backyard Poets’ and…”. ” Oh yes, that one some sort of award, didn’t it?”

“Yes,” grinned Gavin, liking the inadvertent diminution of the status of the award and pleased that she’d heard about him if not having read his work.

“Any fiction?”

“Not yet, but I have a manuscript that no publisher seems to want. Would you like to read it?”

“Yes please.”

“Well listen, do you drive to work or come by public transport.”

“I drive, why?”

“Well after you finish work today why don’t you drop in and pick up the manuscript at this address,” he said, handing her a card.

“It is a small apartment, and I live alone. Don’t come if you are uncomfortable about it.”

“No, that’s fine,” smiled Lily lightly. That, of course, was not fine. She had no intention of taking herself to this chap’s lair. The fact that he was an author and knew Kate Lambert in person was of no consequence. In her view it would be an immoral visitation. Really!

However, as the afternoon at her workplace dragged on she thought more and more about risk-taking. Little wonder people got bored of life – they had curbed their spirit of living. When did you last take a risk, my girl? Er, at lunchtime when I went to coffee with an absolute stranger, a probable seducer of women.

Summarise please – what was your reaction? I felt alive.

Leaving the car park of the law firm where she worked as senior researcher, Lily turned left instead of making her customary turn to the right. Beside her on the empty seat was a sheet of paper on which she had drawn a map of the most direct route to Gavin’s lair.

*

THREE

Lily checked the bedside clock and groaned that she’d better go.

“You’ve got to toss me off first, meanie,” he teased. “Do you think you’re the only one who has to shoot your nuts?”

“Only men have nuts, silly.”

“Yeah, but there is an equivalent mechanism. Just spit on it or use some of your cunt juice. Don’t suck it, we’ll have that little heart-beater to look forward to some other time.”

Nuts, cock sucking, cunt juice: never in her experience had a male used those words with such erotic intensity, thought Lily, feeling gloriously depraved.

She reached between her legs to wet her fingers while looking at the very erect and shiny thingy silently begging to be sucked rapaciously.

“Roll on to your back, buster!” she smiled, reaching forward with glistening fingers.

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