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1

Lydia parked some way from her daughter’s house; the row of terraced houses, in this part of London, two-a-penny; their owners having devoted time, and not inconsiderable sums of money, on make-overs that soon brought their values up to an eye-watering sum for what you had bought.

She had acted on impulse and hoped that Josh might be working from home. His programming skills were much in demand, for a young guy, and he could be choosy in what he took on, and for whom. It seemed to pay well, judging by the BMW that she saw parked outside his door and probably what Joanna, her daughter, had persuaded him into buying. She knew he wasn’t into such fripperies and preferred to get about on his motorbike with its paniers. It wasn’t a beast of a machine, so he had told her, but with enough power to get out of trouble if you ever needed it.

She felt her spirits lift.

‘Good, he’s at home…’ she murmured as the gate was pushed open, its creaking hinges announcing her presence. A sash window was opened some more, and she looked up shielding her eyes as Josh poked his head out and she saw him grin.

‘Hey! What a great surprise! I’ll be right down…’

She was thrilled to hear him speak as if to a close, favoured, friend. ‘I was passing…thought to call in. Am I disturbing you in doing your work?’

‘Even if you are it’s okay!’

She heard his infectious laugh once more; felt her spirits lift on seeing him smile. It creased his smooth skinned, slender, face bearing only the hint of stubble; his bushy eyebrows arched for an instant as he looked down at her. His flame red hoody was open at the neck; the zip drawn down to reveal his breastbone. She knew Josh to be smart, but casual, in his ways of dress. Who wasn’t these days, but she had yet to fall into those ways. They had served her well, a woman going on sixty and now only too glad to be with him. Josh’s easy-going ways with her were only too captivating.

‘Come in…come in!’ he enthused as the door was pulled open. Josh stepped to one side to allow Lydia to pass. He breathed in her discreet scent and met her appraising glance upon him. ‘I know…it’s my dress down day. I’ve only got one delivery of some work to make….and the people there are only too relaxed, even if they are clients.’

‘Do you hear me complaining?’ she smiled, touching his chest for an instant as he leant in to kiss her cheeks.

She stood almost as tall as him, he a lean and fit looking six- footer and she a few inches shorter; a woman obsessive about her diet, close friends often told her. She reasoned, soon enough, that what had happened to her should not mean that she let go of everything. Far from it.

Joanna had suggested that he do some work for the charity that she was involved with; write a programme to monitor income and expenditure. He had done so without complaint and had devoted more time, than she had expected of him, in seeing that it worked as she and others on the committee wished of it. A few e-mail exchanges between them had soon seen him attend at the charity’s main office, set behind a high street shop. There, he had shown the administrator how it provided the results they sought and showed it graphically.

‘You’ll see the high and low points in trading…or maybe you don’t want that?’ he had joked, ‘but it tells the story you want, either way.’

She had marvelled at his confident manner, then, and she did again now. He behaved as a friend, not as a family member; his eyes paying her some attention. They were errant, brazen, looks that set her pulse racing and tightened the knot of longing for the man before her, destructive as that would be. Joanna had not said that he was, perhaps, something of a flirt or lady’s man; but to behave like this with her, now, was only too disconcerting.

Josh brushed past her in the narrow hallway and closed the door. ‘I’ll get us a drink…then I’ll have to scoot. I have a delivery to make…was about to make ready when I saw you.’

He spoke so naturally, and easily, that she felt her anxiety slip away and other emotions gain a hold. She craved his attention and now followed him, his footfalls not to be heard. Lydia noticed his large feet, how his toes splayed out on the tiled floor as he walked; stopped effortlessly to sweep up a briefcase and cast it on a worktop.

‘I won’t keep you long…just wanted to call in as I was passing by.’

‘And I’m glad that you did, Lydia…’ he observed, looking down at the briefcase and unfastening the single clasp; looked inside and nodding. He appeared satisfied with what was to be seen there.

He soon gazed at her as a glass of juice was held out; took to wondering how anyone could leave her; she looking so stately in a white chiffon blouse with the long sleeves buttoned at her wrists. It hung free over black slacks. Lydia had chosen a jewelled, bangled necklace and it hung on her breastbone, the fabric of her blouse softly shaping her and leaving something for him to imagine. All this in şırnak escort a woman turned sixty, her low-heeled pumps clacking on the floor as she shifted restlessly, to his ways of seeing it, before Lydia drew near once more.

‘What’s happened…to make you so low?’ he asked considerately.

She shrugged her shoulders; looked away for an instant. ‘I remember how it once was with Richard…when we were your age and Joanna’s…starting out in our first place.’

He was seen to hesitate, as if a hand in consolation was to be offered, but he decided against it. Instead, he leant his large frame against the worktop and simply looked back at her.

‘I never did get to understand what happened to you…and…and it seemed then, as now that…’

‘Joanna takes his side?’ she prompted needlessly.

‘Yes, it goes something like that.’ Josh nodded then smiled. ‘I’ve got an idea…’

‘Oh?’ she said doubtfully, ‘a sane or a crazy one?’

‘Both…depending on what your take is on this. Why not come with me…forget your troubles for a while and ride on the motorbike? Jo’s helmet’s here and if you tie back your hair the helmet she uses should fit you.’ He was out into the hall before she could respond. The bright yellow helmet was soon held out to her. ‘Try it…look in that mirror and see someone else!’

She faltered. ‘I..I can’t do this…be seen siting behind you…on a motorbike!’

Even as Lydia said it, she took the helmet from his grasp and sensed him sit down on the bottom step of the stairs and shove those feet into some biker’s boots. Josh met her glance.

‘No, sorry…I haven’t got boots that will fit. Your pumps will have to do. At least you’re wearing slacks and I can give you Jo’s jacket to keep off the chill. I’ll be your windbreak…’

‘You’ve got it all worked out already, haven’t you?’ she smiled, but soon doing as he suggested; sensed his look upon her as she fastened her hair and then put the helmet on. ‘I’ve become someone else…’

‘That’s the whole idea, Lydia,’ he assured her in a wondering voice. He soon held out a faux leather biker’s jacket. ‘See if this fits…do that for me?’

Her fingers trembled as the jacket was slipped on, and she adjusted the fit of her blouse underneath it. She pulled the embroidered cuffs down until they poked out from the sleeves. It was tight against her breasts, wondered what he would make of her clothed in Joanna’s jacket. She looked Josh’s way for an instant, her arms held out from her sides as if asking that he gave an opinion on how she looked.

‘Just clip it at the bottom…’ he said on a shrug, feigning indifference but loving the sight of her. With age came a settled beauty. It was something, that he realised, Lydia nurtured. ‘Now, let’s roll…’

‘Wait!’ she had reached out to detain him. ‘I’ve not been on a thing like that…ever…so go slowly…don’t show off. You don’t need to do that for me.’

Josh grinned. He had met her bewildered look that she had behaved so forwardly once more. ‘You may have noticed how the traffic can be around here…’ He reached for the door knob. ‘Leave your handbag under the hall table. We won’t be gone for long…just out for a spin and to take you mind off other things.’

‘Or set them off even more,’ she blurted out.

A young man would be clung to, and his body would be between her legs. Just where was she to go with the emotions his actions now awakened in her and what they would do?

‘Whatever, Lydia. We live for the moment…’

The door was closed certainly behind them.

2

He soon eased her fears. Josh hooked up the intercom between their helmets and helped her step up and sit behind him, her mind in a whirl at what she was doing; her thighs against his hips and her arms soon around his waist as he moved off. They chattered amiably to put her raging mind at ease. He’d turn his head enough to try and glimpse her way, each sharp turn that he made arousing a sudden rush of apprehension and a tightening in her belly as the wheels trilled on the road surface, or the machine accelerated or slowed down as circumstances allowed.

‘Are you okay now?’ she heard him say on a crackly link.

‘Yes…you do have crazy ways to help me take my mind off things…Josh!’

She said it on resting her cheek against his back and felt strangely reassured on doing that. She felt a moments touch to her thigh in acknowledgment of what she had done and knew that she ached for that touch upon her. She squirmed to heighten the sensation of feeling him press against her.

‘I didn’t want to see you so miserable when you looked so good in your blouse and slacks…’ he now ventured as the scene changed and they entered an industrial area. ‘We’ve arrived…the delivery’s done in no time. I spoke to the people, here, before you showed up at the house…so, you won’t have to wait too long.’

‘And set tongues wagging…’ At least no one would recognise her with that şırnak escort bayan helmet on and the visor firmly pushed down. ‘Then what, Josh?’

‘I’ll take you over two bridges and you see the Thames differently. Then it’s home…for lunch…and you can relax…let what’s at work in you go…set it all free.’

Lydia shivered on feeling the touch of his hand become a purposeful caress, the intention behind it only too clear. Had she made her need for distraction only too obvious? She felt as if they were on a roller coaster ride and that they were riding to a summit before the dizzying, crazy and thrilling tumbling fall.

She gazed at him as Josh tugged loose his helmet, their communication broken, and put it on the seat before her. The machine was steadied on its stand. Lydia moved enough for a folder to be taken from the panier, his hand again brushing her leg for an instant to afford him better access.

Lydia saw a moments pout of his full lips as Josh did that and resisted the urge to keep that touch for a moment longer. The rumble of the wheels on the roads they had travelled over, the feel of him against her, had aroused all kinds of imaginings that should not have a place in the lives that they led, but they had done so. They seemed of one mind; she wondered on it; on how long he had harboured such thoughts about her and given no sign until she had been taken out of her only too ordered, closed in, world. She toiled to dismiss from her mind the thought that her son in law was pursuing her and might even seek to offer particular comfort, when she seemed to be in need of that.

He was soon out of her sight. She chose to straddle the machine for an instant and felt the seat press against her thighs. She wondered how it must look to anyone else, so she resumed her place; her mind possessed once more with thoughts of him, a good-looking, vigorous young man in the thoughts of a woman so much older.

How easy for others, she read of, to look on any liaison as of passing importance. Josh would be in her life, long after the passion, the heat of any shared moments, had cooled. She would have to live with the knowledge of what she had conceded to and seduced into doing. All this because she felt lonely and discarded.

She was living it out only too differently; had been taken out of herself by the simplest of devices of trying something else and with a young man who showed no embarrassment at being with her. In fact, she realised with a shock, he wished to pursue such moments and to do that with her. She would be complicit in his acts of infidelity to Joanna if she allowed him to pursue his interest in her.

‘It’s all a little crazy…’

‘What is?’ she was dismayed to hear him ask. ‘We have radio links between the helmets too. The cable’s just insurance…’

‘Oh, now you tell me!’ Lydia was startled to now see him stride towards her and push an envelope into the inside pocket of his biker’s jacket. She was prompted to hold out his helmet to him. ‘Is work done for the day?’

‘If you want it that way, then yes,’ he smiled before his face was lost to her view as the helmet was again fastened, his moment’s gaze upon her gone when the visor closed. She saw her reflection in its mirror surface.

‘I do…yes, I want that,’ she heard herself say.

Josh sat down before her and eased the machine off its stand before the engine was gunned into life. ‘A short scenic tour…then home!’

‘Go for it…go for it all!’ she cried out on a laugh and soon nestled against his back until he told her that there was something to see that was of interest.

She responded when she felt it to be necessary, but she had taken to thinking on just how the day would play out between them and who would take the lead.

3

The gate into the small front garden had been widened to allow the machine to be parked amidst the potted plants. Josh was soon seen to vigorously pull a purpose made tarp over the machine and to fasten it so that the breeze did not tug it away.

Lydia followed him up the steps, stood behind him as the door was unlocked. Her heart beat furiously; his easy chatter and occasional touch to her thighs, one then the other as they rode, sending shock waves of pleasure and apprehension course through her body. Everything she felt belonged to a different time, and with someone else; but reality soon struck her when they were inside, and they tugged off their helmets. Josh slipped off his jacket and carelessly hung it on the coat rack before gazing at her as he did so. He gripped her wrists as she fumbled with the zip on the jacket she had been given to wear.

‘Relax now…’ She moved her head as his hands caressed her throat; felt his thumbs under her chin as Josh gazed into her widened eyes. ‘There’s a secret between us now, isn’t there?’

‘Yes…yes,’ she whispered against his lips that slowly brushed along her mouth, their eyes locked on the other’s. ‘I…I can’t stop escort şırnak the feelings I have for you…feelings that would destroy everything I have…we have. The past informs the present.’

She shivered on feeling his hands caress her hips, under her thin blouse; felt his breaths on her lips. ‘Be still on that…’

‘No…I took my ex for a bundle and the children, Joanna especially haven’t forgiven me, even when I was the wronged party…’

‘I know…I know…and you want me to help you to forget that…even for a moment…to make you feel wanted again?’

‘Yes, that’s how it goes…crazy as it is to say it…and to you.’

She put her arms around him and felt the heat of his skin under that hoody he still wore. She met the hungering blaze in his eyes upon her; felt his hands on her hips to draw her body against him. She felt the press of his penis through the fabric of his chinos. She reached down and gripped it and heard him gasp before his mouth crashed onto hers and they kissed.

‘I need this from you!’ she cried out. His hands pulled up the hem of her blouse and lifted it to her shoulders. She raised her arms and tugged it away even as his mouth claimed the tumble of her breasts; tugged on her nipples so enticingly shaped by her thin bra. ‘Josh…Josh…what madness!’

‘Yes…and you’re wonderful to look at and to touch.’

He lifted her as if she were a rag doll; felt her kick off her shoes before she wrapped her legs around his hips and was carried in slow faltering steps up the stairs.

She breathed in his animal heat; met his kisses and clung to him. ‘I ask too much of you…Josh, you wonder!’

‘No more than what I want to give…’

They stumbled into the quest bedroom and tore at their clothes; questing hands brushed away; their hungering looks soon followed by a torrent of wild kisses and clamp of hands as they stood naked before each other and lived for the moment.

4

The woman he ached to love was not plump and soft; someone who had let herself go, but was firm breasted, her stomach softly rounded, her thighs somewhat fleshy but captivatingly so. Her scent and heat filled his nostrils; her trembling sighs revealing what was at work in her as she met his questing claims. She trembled at the touch and caress of hands and fingers; the placement of kisses to her skin that brought her on.

‘Josh…Josh!’ she groaned in dismay at the homage he paid to her legs and belly; the soft caress to the hollows of her hips as he took to her.

‘You…you bring so much…so much to please me,’ he kissed.

Lydia looked down into his upturned face as he knelt before her, the edge of the bed pressing against the back of her thighs as his tongue traced a path over her belly and Josh’s fingers slowly opened the way to her slicked folds.

‘For an older woman…your ways defying all reason I thought I had!’

‘A beautiful…lustful woman,’ he snapped in reply but not to be dissuaded in his pursuit of her. ‘Now, no more of that! You are who you are, and I want to see her and love her…and a secret it will remain.’

He stood up and drew her to him; felt her hands claim his arcing penis as it pressed against her belly. He crushed her breasts to his body and felt the heat in her as they slowly moved in a full body caress; their kisses deepening and hands clamping enervated skin.

‘Be young for me…forget everything else…everything,’ he kissed, feeling Lydia nod; her embrace upon him tightening. Her lips were soon locked on his and their tongues probed and flickered in the other’s mouth.

She worked his length as Josh bent to kiss her breasts and tug on her nipples; gloried in what she brought to his sight and touch. ‘Do what you want with me…with them!’

He had quickly, and certainly, found her nipples and rolled and squeezed each of them, Lydia moaning as he gloried in them. He whispered his approval for what she did to him.

Lydia had reached for his penis and now stroked it in long slow tugs, back and forth; pulling and easing as her breaths were hot on his skin. She looked down at what she was doing and what he would bring. She gloried in his strong young body, her lust raging and at odds with what she felt was so destructive. She sought to claim her daughter’s man; a man who lusted after her and had shown no sign of that emotion playing out in his mind.

‘Should we go on?’ she gasped as his fingers entered her body and she twisted to meet their workings in her; the drag of one finger, curled, to heighten the feeling of possession and her abandonment to his ways.

‘Yes…we share in all that we feel and need from this!’ Without warning he pushed her back onto the bed; squatted before her and buried his face between her soft thighs and moved onto her shaven mound.

‘Don’t stop!’ she soon called out to him, her hands in his hair and on looking down on what he sought to perform on her, in her, over her. Lydia bucked her hips as he massaged her clit, or gently sucked and rubbed on it. Her feet soon thrashed on the bed as she came; gasped and clamped her legs on his head. ‘You wonder…to bring that to me so soon!’

‘That was new…even for me,’ he kissed; a soft appreciative smile teasing his lips as he moved to look down into her eyes. ‘Do I go on?’

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Hi, my name is Matt Lawrie. I’m from Newcastle upon Tyne in the UK, and I’m 18 years old. I’m going to university in a month and I’m pretty excited. Packing up my bags and heading down to London! I’ve heard loads of crazy stories from older friends and parents of the adventures they got up to at uni. I’m actually bisexual, so I’m really looking forward to my own experimentation with my sexuality. However, I have a bit of a problem. I have kinda been attracted to older women for a long while. Specifically, a chubby old woman. Just the thought of my hands feeling up their calves, thighs or belly, gets me going. I’ve been meaning to hook up with one for ages, but this is my final chance before I’m constantly surrounded by people my age.

I have a friend called Emily, who I’ve been best friends with since nursery. She’s a great person to chill with, I even dated her whilst we were in college. There was one night where we fucked so passionately, I couldn’t even wank for the next 5 days (but that’s for another time). Emily and her family are quite fat, always have been. And her mom called Claire, let’s just say that she fits my quota very very well. Her tits are massive, her arse is so supple and chunky, and her legs look so thick and soft. I’ve had countless troubles trying to hide my boner at times when being next to her. Again, she has always been super nice to me, and I think she tried flirting with me once or twice? Maybe she was jealous that I was dating her daughter and not her. Emily’s dad is not present in her life, which I often support her emotionally with.

But at least, I won’t have Claire’s husband barging and interrupting our love making. I called Claire asking if she wanted to have lunch the next day at the local cafe. She agreed, and called me a sweetheart. The day after that, I woke up early, took a shower, got dressed, put a condom in my bag and left for the eatery. As I was walking, my head was filled to the brim with imaginations and fantasies of Claire. “What clothes will she be wearing? What should I compliment her on? Does she like it slow or fast?” I thought to myself. But I didn’t have time to think to myself, as I reached the cafe. I waited around 5 minutes before… There. There she was. She crossed the busy road and she greeted me. “You alright Matt?” she said with a smile.

“Hey Claire! Lunch is on me today!”

“Aw, that’s very nice of you! Shall we go in?”

She was wearing a wooly owl-themed jumper that really complemented her breasts, a short bright yellow skirt and black cotton leggings. I got a quick glimpse of her arse as I held the door open for her.

We ordered our food pretty much immediately; I got a small turkey sandwich and she got bangers and mash. I thought seductively and funnily that those weren’t the only sausages entering her today. “So, are you excited for uni?” Claire said.

“Yeah, quite actually. Gonna miss this town though.”

“You’re gonna meet a lot of new people. I bet you’re gonna meet a lot of girls.” Claire giggled.

“Oh, stop it.” I laughed along.

“Matt, can I be honest with you?”

“Yeah sure.” I reassured her with confidence.

“I’ve been dying for some love. I’ve been so lonely. I just want someone to hold at night, someone to love me up, if you know what I mean. But, who the hell falls in love with an old fat woman?”

I grinned on the inside. This is my chance.

“Well, Claire, can I be honest with you as well? You’re my type.”

I saw her face turn from sadness to shock instantly.

“I’ve always been attracted to older women like you,” I continued, “I think you’re beautiful. And I think you deserve someone to love you and someone who will make you happy.”

Claire remained silent for a few seconds before quietly saying, “Thank you. I needed to hear that.” I could see she was holding back tears. We finished our food, paid, and left the cafe. Outside, just as I was about to say goodbye, she quietly asked me, “Do you want to come back to mine for coffee?” I nodded.

We slowly walked back to her house, it was only 6 minutes, but we didn’t say a word. And about 2 minutes away, when no-one was around, she gently took my hand and placed it on her outstanding yet trouser-shielded rear. It felt so soft, squishy and tender. Initially, I looked at her with shock, but after a few seconds, my face went back to neutral whilst my fingers were intertwined with her cheeks. Mid-walk, my hand moved down tekirdağ escort from her ass to her vagina (which was quite easy to feel with her leggings). I used two fingers to rub her area, and she didn’t moan, but I did hear the heaviness of her breathing increase. When we got there, she lightly pushed my hand away so she could grab her keys. Once inside, I asked about Emily:

“Is your daughter home?” I casually asked.

“No, she’s at a friend’s. Can you sit on the sofa for a second, whilst I get changed into something more… comfortable?”

I smiled and seductively said, “Oh yes, I’ll wait very patiently.”

Whilst she was dressing, I unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my jeans, ready for her. I considered doing a quick jerk, but I refused as I wanted Claire to bring me to a new level of ecstasy with our intimacy. I quickly zipped up my trousers as she returned downstairs and as soon as I saw her, my jaw dropped. She wore an untied white dressing gown, with her hefty breasts exposed (but her nipples still rested under the gown), big panties that showed her mega buttocks, and bare, thick, luscious thighs, calves and feet (I honestly preferred her without stockings). I exclaimed, “Oh my god…”

“Do you like me?” she blushed.

Still flabbergasted, I replied: “Claire… you have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. I’m in love with you.”

We stayed still for a few seconds and stared at each other, whilst giving each other the biggest, most romantic smiles.

“Come here, give me some sugar.” she said, whilst holding her arms out, inciting a big snog.

We embraced and started a wet, sloppy kiss; her tongue and lips felt so soft against mine, I also felt her womanly lumps against my skin, which was lovely. Whilst still smooching, I guided us to the sofa to start our erotic time. However, she pulled away from my mouth and told me that she highly recommended we go up to her queen-sized bed, instead of the couch. I agreed and made our way upstairs. I paced upstairs before she stated, “No need to hurry, Matt, we’ve got all the time in the world.” instantly raising my penis up further. She opened the bedroom door, she held my arms whilst keeping the most prolonged eye contact, and she slowly rested me on the side of her mattress. She removed my boxers and my penis stood taller than ever. She also removed her pants, but hid her arse from my sight for later.

“Oh my… You’re so big, Matt. In that case, let my mouth slide up and down your member.”

Her big mouth wrapped around the head of my cock and deeply descended and ascended against my skin. With each movement, I breathed heavily and often moaned. I was thinking about not only the incredibly enjoyable feeling of her slurping action, but the fact that I was actually having sex with the woman of my dreams. She must’ve been that desperate to fuck me after her husband’s withdrawal and hearing about me and Emily’s hot nights. I mean, how could anyone not fall in love with her? Meanwhile, my fingers took a journey across her blonde, tied-up hair and near her neck. And in a few seconds, I felt I was going to cum. I said whilst shuddering, “Claire, stop.”

She worryingly said, “What is it? Am I hurting you? I’m so sorry,,,”

“Don’t worry, you were sucking me perfectly. It felt so good I was about to cum, and I wanted to save it for your pussy.”

“Oh Matt, I’ve never heard you use that kind of language before, it’s making me very wet.”

I took ahold of her thick thighs and pushed her on to the bed, as I stood up.

“I guess it’s my time to eat.” I said, whilst Claire hornily laughed.

I started licking and kissing her feet, moving down to her calves and her thighs. This was always a dream of mine to do, and she gave me a look of approval. My tongue reached her shaved clit and I heard her moan slightly under her breath. But I wanted to hear her moan. Hard. I stuck my tongue as far as it could reach, and licked her pink vagina and pretty clit. Her moan nearly blew the roof off, and subsequently, she grabbed my head and pushed it into her pussy. I furiously licked everything around me, pushed my tongue deep into her crevices. I couldn’t avoid the sound of her intense groans of pleasure, as she pushed my head even further into her sweet vagina. And soon, she could no longer hold it anymore; I looked up at Claire’s face when she came, and I had to hold my penis to prevent me from tekirdağ escort bayan doing the big O (although it would’ve been significantly less loud and impactful than Claire’s). A few seconds after her moment, she lifted her feet onto my shoulders, which almost made me bust.

“Oh my gosh Matt… Fuck… Your tongue is perfect!” Claire said, making us both laugh.

“If I think your tongue is perfect, I’m wondering how your big cock will feel inside my wet pussy.”

The tone changed after she said that. Not for the worst, definitely not, but we both felt a lot more passionate, romantic and sexual. I slowly unwrapped her dressing gown, revealing her massive tits and round, fat nipples, and her belly facing upwards. I felt my thigh touch hers, as I positioned my crotch.

“Should I go slow? Fast?” I asked.

“Whatever pleases you, darling.” she replied.

I ever so carefully guided my penis into her vagina, and as it went in, we both gasped and moaned. It felt so beautiful, so raw; normally the world finds it quite taboo when an 18 year old boy (who’s had a life-long fantasy about fucking old fat women) and a 49 year old woman (who’s husband has left her) make sweet, sweet love to each other. But that day, the world didn’t bat an eyelid whilst we delved into each other’s bodies. Anyway, I started to hump her back and forth. I was in a total state of euphoria with every thrust I performed, and Claire looked and sounded like she was enjoying it as much as me. Over time, I picked up my speed and started dirty-talking.

“You like this dick?”

“Oh, go on. Fuck me!” Claire moaned.

“Ugh, I’m gonna make you explode.”

“Matt, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!”

I, then, started to shove my cock in her pussy faster than before, whilst Claire’s moaning built up. And a few seconds later, Claire orgasmed hard and I felt her vagina ooze her cum onto the head of my penis. She stood up quite quickly whilst breathing heavily, and on the bed, got onto her hands and knees, with her arse facing towards my still erect cock. She tilted her head towards me and gracefully said, “Insert yourself inside me, Matt. My bum is all yours.”

I pushed my member inside of her tight and sensual anus. Claire groaned so hard, I thought I had hurt her.

“Are you okay? Have I hurt you?” I worryingly asked.

“No Matt, it’s lovely! Oh my gosh, please go deeper.”

Once again, I started thrusting again. I also appreciated and fondled her body. Touching and embracing the curve that joined her back to her arse was extraordinary. The feeling of my thighs up against her cheeks was so passionate, as we composed our moans in unison. I then decided to look up at the door, and then I saw something that scared me: stood at the door, was Emily. She must have come back from her friend’s house early. However, Emily didn’t start screaming or tried to stop us, she just gave me a look of contentment. Maybe she knew that this is what her mom wanted, after her husband broke her heart. Just someone to feel and love.

Claire must have not seen her daughter standing at the bedroom door, she either had her head face down on the bed or had her eyes closed, because her moans continued. And then I noticed Emily was holding her phone weirdly. And that’s when I realised she was filming us. As soon as I clocked her phone, she quietly exited the room, but she kept recording us through one of the cracks in the door. Immediately, questions ran through my mind – why did she decide to record me fucking her mom? What was she going to do with this video? Regardless, my penis remained erect and Claire looked back at me and heavily whispered, “Matt, I think I’m gonna cum again…”

Therefore, I pushed my penis faster then before, in and out. Whilst Claire’s breathing grow, I could feel myself wanting to cum. And with all my force, I pushed myself into Claire’s anus and we both let out our powerful screams and moans. I pulled my penis out and ejaculated on her arse, as the spunk ran up her back.

“Oh my gosh, Matt, that was amazing. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Claire breathed.

“You were amazing as well. Your body is one of a goddess.” I replied.

By this time, Emily had left and had probably gone to her room. Claire weakly climbed off of her bed, placed her hand on my cheek and gave one of her soft, wet and sloppy kisses. She then grabbed her phone and began to escort tekirdağ call Emily. I instantly thought, “Oh shit, did Claire notice Emily but didn’t tell me?” But Claire started talking to Emily as if she had a cold. She told her that she felt extremely ill and that she would be asleep when Emily came home, and told Emily not to disturb her when she decided to come in. She put down the phone and then grabbed a wet wipe and started to clean her cum-splattered back. She giggled and said, “You got it everywhere, didn’t you?” We both laughed together, and helped her clean her back. After getting all of my cum off of her, I felt her breasts again whilst saying, “Your tits are amazing Claire, well, everything about you is amazing.”

She blushed and thanked me. “Ever since my husband left, I’ve been wanting someone to fuck me like that. Most boys your age are infatuated with slim, fit, young women. But you, you’re in love with me. And Matt, I know you’ve had a relationship with Emily, but I love you so much. You’ve given me so much happiness. But, I know this won’t last long, because you’re going off to uni in a week.”

Then, I thought of something.

“What if we spent the next week together?”

Claire looked at me with optimism.

I continued: “What if we spent the week away, we can just have fun and fuck if you want to?”

“That sounds lovely Matt, but what about Emily? If she finds out, I don’t know what I would do…”

“Trust me Claire, I have got to know Emily inside and out, and honestly if she found out, it wouldn’t even matter because she would be happy for you.”

Claire took a few seconds to think and agreed on my plan.

“We’ll plan it out later, but right now, I wanna cuddle with you.”

I stood up and locked her bedroom door, and I then pulled the quilt over her naked body, tucking her in nicely. I got into her bed and we slowly touched and stroked each other’s bodies. Claire placed her hands on my chest, my abs and my penis. I passionately caressed her neck, her peachy and pink breasts, her hips and her clit. In this moment, not only did I get to share such a sensual, romantic moment with Claire, I thought about everything that happened before. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted since I’ve started having feelings for older, obese women. I fucked the woman of my dreams! Not long after, Claire fell asleep; I must’ve tired her out with my penis. I continued to lightly stroke her bum until I fell asleep right next to her…

2 MONTHS LATER

Hello! Nice to talk again! So I’m currently studying media at my university and it’s been great so far! I’ve met a lot of really cool people and teachers, and I’ve had a lot of partying. There’s even one teacher who is a bit on the older and chubby side, so I might try and get her to have a night of fun with me… I know what you’re probably thinking, “What happened to Claire? What mischievous things did you get up to on your break? What about Emily?” Luckily, I have answers to your questions.

First of all, I’m happy to announce that me and Claire are now in a polyamorous relationship. So, me and Claire are in this relationship long-distance, so we message each other pretty much everyday. And back in Newcastle upon Tyne, Claire has found a third person to join our relationship, we kind of consider him to be a physical version of myself. Me and Claire often engage in phone sex and send nudes to each other often. She has already mentioned that she can’t wait to see me when I finish my first year at uni. Gosh, she will cling onto me when I see her again in person.

Second of all, our week break was amazing. I won’t go into massive detail, I’ll probably save the whole story for another time. But long story short, we drove around to different attractions in Newcastle and we fucked every day that we were together. Again, I’ll tell the full thing another time. 😉

And lastly, Emily; she told her mom a few weeks the truth about seeing us in our “passionate moment”. And Claire told her about our week together, and the best thing is they weren’t angry at each other and Emily is happy with my relationship with Claire. But I have one last story to tell…

A week ago, I woke up at 3 in the afternoon after one of my extremely late-night parties. I did the usual – wake up and immediately go on my laptop. I checked my email and saw that there was a new message. I clicked on it and the email was sent by Emily. Oh no, I thought. Attached was a video and message from her, and my jaw dropped when I read it.

“Hi Matt

Here’s your video of you and my mom doing it

Thought it might come in handy when you’re horny at uni without her

Oh and I may have touched myself a few times watching it xoxo

Love, Emily”

The End.

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MARIA

Shekar’s been their tenant for two months now, and the man was growing bolder every passing day. The lechery was there to stay. That much was clear. But his boldness had gone beyond that, and now he acted like he owned the place.

Some days Maria would find him on the porch, playing cards with some unsavory characters. Other days he would be enjoying a girly magazine on her sofa, scratching his balls while he did so. “Ichaya, say something,” she would tell her husband. But his response was always, “He’s not doing anyone any harm. Just let him be.”

The first week of September had passed, but Shekar still hadn’t paid the rent for August. Evicting that bastard is an option, thought Maria. She was in her classroom now, supervising an exam.

“Give me the rent or pack up your bags and leave,” she said out loud, causing some students to look up from their exam sheets.

Maria did not want to evict her first tenant, but there wasn’t any other way. It was not like she could confront him and make him stop his degeneracy. That might make it worse. Her husband was not going to say anything, and she could not go to the police either. What was she going to say? That her tenant’s a serial masturbator?

Maria sighed. Feeling a bit light-headed, she wiped her forehead with a kerchief and adjusted her blouse to breathe easier. I am getting fatter, she thought. I need to watch what I eat.

She got off of work at her usual time in the evening. Stopping at a grocery store, she bought some plantains, and it was half-past five when she reached home. “I’m going to ask him for the rent. Give me the rent or pack up your bags and leave. That’s what I’ll say.”

Maria opened the front door with apprehension, not knowing what the bastard did today. The hall was quiet. But the bathroom light was on. Must be another masturbation session, she shrugged helplessly. Maria unslung her bag and set it down on the sofa. Two unfamiliar drinking glasses on the table caught her eye. Taking one in her hand, she examined it closely. It was not hers, and there was a strong alcoholic smell to it.

“Oh, Mrs. Maria, I didn’t know you were here,” came a voice from behind her.

Maria turned around and froze.

Water ran down Shekar’s semi-erect cock and dripped to the floor. The hair around it was a thick bush, wet and wild, and plastered to his crotch. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, more than half the length of his thigh. Maria realized belatedly that she had stared a second too long, and turned around embarrassed.

She heard footsteps approaching. “Let me take that,” he said, taking the glass from her, and grazing her chest with a wet hand. She felt her body growing hotter, and the hairs on her arms stood up excitedly. Maria looked down and saw that he had wrapped himself in a towel, a bulge now visible. He took the other glass from the table, smiled, and walked upstairs.

SHEKAR

The mind games continue, Shekar mused as he walked upstairs. He was wonderfully aware of the big dong he had and was pleased with his interaction with Maria today. That woman has to know what she is missing.

Another game was also at play. Maria’s blouses. He had some of the stitching redone to make them tighter. Now when she wore them, her breasts would spill out, revealing an ample amount of cleavage. He was making her a slut, and she did not even know it.

MARIA

Maria lay on the bed on her side, looking at her wedding picture framed on the wall. It was only a week ago that she found it in the trash bin, covered in cum. Even now, the stains stood out stark in the moonlight.

To her left, she heard a groan as her husband tried to unhook her bra. The man has been fucking her for the last eight years, and even now, he fumbled with her bra. Why did I marry him? Why am I even trying make a child with him?

Her bra was pulled off of her melons and tossed to the floor. The sucking and the fondling ensued, to which she gave a practiced moan, fake enough to be in a porn movie. With his mouth at her nipples, Jude squirmed on top of her, trying to push down his boxers. Maria felt his penis against her thigh and could not help but compare it to Shekar’s. Side by side, their proportional difference was that of a toothpick and a pencil. It was this she thought of when he started penetrating her.

A knock sounded at the door. Three loud raps. Jude stopped his thrusts and turned towards it. Maria’s heart was pounding, and it was not because of the sex. For a second, she forgot that they did not sinop escort live alone in this house.

“It’s Shekar,” came his voice from behind the door. “I have the rent money.”

Jude pulled up his boxers and climbed from the bed. “I’m coming,” he said.

“Ichaya,” Maria called softly. “I’m naked here.”

“Cover yourself with the bedsheets then,” he said, putting on his shorts.

SHEKAR

An exhausted Jude in shorts opened the door. The room was dark, but Shekar could see the shape of Maria on the bed.

“So, you have the rent then?” said the little man, impatiently. Shekar shifted his eyes back to Jude and held up the money in his hand. Jude made a motion to grab it, but Shekar stopped him short.

“Can you switch on the lights?” he asked. “I need to count it one more time. You can never be too sure.”

“Of course,” said Jude, switching on the lights.

Shekar got hard immediately. Maria was sitting on the bed with sheets up to her chest. Her nightie was a pile at her foot, and her bra was on the floor. The sheets wrapped around the shape of her breasts like a second skin and further down parted to reveal a scandalous amount of leg. She quickly covered it and glared at him.

“Take your time, good sir,” said Jude sarcastically. It was now Shekar’s turn to glare, making the man shiver in his shorts. He gave Jude his due, and after one last look at the woman, he left.

MARIA

Maria had to throw the plantains in the dustbin the next day since they reminded her so much of Shekar’s cock. She was now downright scared to be alone in the house with him.

Maria never saw him in the morning. She assumed that he was fast asleep after his night shifts. The evenings were the problem. Maria came home at five in the evening and her husband at seven. For two hours she was alone in the house with Shekar. Even though her husband was a weakling, knowing that she was not alone was a comfort. Maria had to find a way to keep herself busy elsewhere until seven.

Luckily, the Annual School Day was coming up, and she had volunteered to help with the preparations. That pushed back her getting-home time by a good few hours. Maria realized that she was giving Shekar too much authority in her own house. But what could she do about it?

A week passed thus without her seeing much of Shekar. Her plan had worked but the brute never left her mind entirely. Maria was in her classroom on a bright Thursday morning, walking down a narrow space between two rows of desks. She was reciting the poem Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold.

“With tremulous cadence slow, and bring,” Maria recited, her eyes on the book and her mind far away in Shekar territory. When she looked up from the book for a second, she noticed that some of the students had their eyes glued to her chest. She glanced down to see that her saree had parted to reveal some cleavage.

Little Shekars, all of them, she thought. These blouses are getting too tight. She pulled at the fringes of her saree and covered her chest.

“The eternal note of sadness in,” she continued. “So-cock-oles long ago,” she said and paused, realizing her mistake. Laughter burst to her left, and Ashok, a student, murmured, “She said COCK,” his voice losing its control at the word. Titters ringed out from that epicenter, and soon the entire class was laughing at her tongue-slip.

“Silence!” she yelled. The laughter died out quickly.

Maria turned to the student who laughed first. “Stand up, Ashok.”

The boy stood up with his face downcast and screwed up in an effort to hold his laughter at bay. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

Ashok took a deep breath. “Nothing, ma’am,” he answered. Maria heard some smothered laughter from all around her. This infuriated her further.

“Are you mad then? Laughing without reason?”

Ashok looked up, intend on saying something, then looked down, then looked up again and said: “I thought… the way you said Sophocles was really funny… ma’am.”

Maria exhaled furiously. “What was so funny about it?” Now Maria was employing the usual student intimidation tactics and honestly did not think that the boy would dare the risk of offending her. There was some hesitance, but he said it all the same.

“You said So-COCK-oles.” Ashok chortled, and the rest of the class joined him. Maria blushed a dark pink. She had to do something to save her face, at least the remains of it. Stressed as she was, this was her breaking point. The slap she gave echoed in the room, sinop escort bayan and the boy staggered sideways. Oh, God! That’s not what I should have done, she thought.

Half-an-hour later, she was in the headmaster’s office, slumped in a chair with her head bowed. Across the table, the headmaster was fuming, his eyes leering at her from behind his rimless spectacles.

“Did you do this out of spite?” he asked.

“I… I don’t understand, sir,” she said, wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead and adjusting her blouse.

“I’m asking if you did this out of spite. I fired your husband for his distasteful name-calling, and here you are, acting like a rebel, abusing the students physically. You think I won’t fire you or something? Or do you want me to fire you?”

“I’m really sorry, sir. I don’t know what happened today. The boy was disrespectful and I was really stressed, and… and… I can promise you that it won’t happen again.”

The headmaster stared at her in silence, his eyes dropping to her chest now and then. Maria shifted in her seat.

“You look stressed,” he said. “Why don’t you go home,” he stood up. “Take rest. Do yoga or something.”

“Sir, but I…”

“Just listen to what I say!” he raised his voice. “You should be thankful that I’m not suspending you. Now go home for today. There are other things that require my attention.”

Shekar was on her mind the way home. A parasite he was, latching onto her subconscious like a nasty tick. Till now, the school was the one place where she felt free and relaxed. But now, even that was taken from her. The entire class laughed at her today, and they will remember her mistake forever as a Freudian slip. They will probably even give her a nickname. Something slutty and unimaginative. And Shekar was the one to blame.

Maria reached home at two in the afternoon. From the outside, the house looked peaceful and idyllic. But if you looked closely, you could see large shadows gliding on the frosted window glass of the first-floor bedroom. It was enough to send a chill through her.

Maria closed the front door and entered apprehensively. Loud music was coming from upstairs, accompanied by laughs and shouts. It sounded like a party. Maria stood listening for a while, then crossed the hall to her bedroom.

A wail came then, rolling down the stairs and resounding in the hall. AHH… OHH. It almost sounded like a moan. Maria stopped in her tracks and looked at the menacing stairs that led to the first floor. The chills came for her again. Fear trumped her curiosity, and she decided against going upstairs. It’s none of my business, she thought. Another wail was heard then. She held the key to the hole and looked at the stairs again. Thinking, deliberating.

No, no, what am I doing, Maria thought. He is getting bolder because of my meekness. I shouldn’t be scared. There are laws in this country to protect women from perverts like him. I should remind him that. Now is the time to be assertive. This is my house, and he needs to go by my rules.

Maria suddenly felt very brave. She left her handbag on the sofa and proceeded up the stairs. Calm down, Maria, she said to herself. Let him know you’re in charge. Tell him to turn the noise down. That’s what landladys do.

Maria reached the landing and pulled at the edges of her blouse. Breathe, Maria, breathe. The first floor consisted of a large hall with two rooms on either side. Shekar used one as a bedroom, and the other he had converted into a kitchen. The door to the bedroom was closed, and music boomed from the inside. Taking a deep breath, Maria pushed the door open and a second later wished that she hadn’t.

The loud music came from a stereo kept on the windowsill. But no one would have been looking at that. Five naked men stood at the foot of the bed with their backs to her, obstructing her view. Maria started breathing hard, her hand reaching up to her beating heart. A slapping sound resounded in the room, intermingled with moans and grunts. Ungh! Slap! Slap! Ooh! Aah! Slap! Ungh! Slap! Ungh!

One of the men moved away, and Maria had a clear view of the scene. On the bed was a thin naked man in a brassiere, bouncing up and down on Shekar’s cock. His eyes were closed in pleasure, and his cock dangled up, down, and sideways as the brute drilled him from his lying position. Maria wanted to look away, but she was unable to, and her feet remained stuck to the ground.

“What a horny sissy you are!” said Shekar. “Ungh! Ungh!”

A escort sinop man with a tattooed body moved to the side of the bed. He grabbed a handful of the sissy’s hair and thrust his erect cock into his mouth. It was a vile scene. The air itself was stale and revolting. The sissy was on all fours now, servicing the cock of the tattooed man with his lipstick smudged lips while Shekar took him from behind. Then, he saw her, and the music stopped.

“Mrs. Maria? What are you doing here?” asked Shekar, taking his wet cock out of the sissy’s butthole. It made a sound, like when you pop a champagne bottle. Maria stood frozen. Everyone turned their attention to her, except the sissy, who was eagerly sucking the man’s cock.

“I… I came to…” Four men walked towards her, hands on their erect dicks. Maria’s lips quivered and she was breathing harder, like she had run a mile and a half. “I came to…” She pulled at her blouse that was drenched in her sweat and felt herself getting light-headed. Shekar got off the bed, and she could see cum clinging to his hairy belly. Maria’s vision blurred then, and darkness closed in on her. The last thing she remembered was the tiled floor rushing up to kiss her.

SHEKAR

He was surprised when he got the call from Alex. He wanted to meet up and asked for Shekar’s address. Alex was his cellmate in prison, and it took no time at all for Shekar to turn him into his bitch. He was in his late twenties and had a tall and lean built. A completely submissive guy. As Shekar understood it, he was in prison for some lame white-collar crime.

Alex came in the morning, the day after the call. There was no one else in the house at that time. Shekar opened a bottle of rum to get over some of the awkwardness, him being Alex’s former master and all.

Here’s the thing. Shekar had a policy. What happens in prison stays in prison. He used Alex for his needs, and nothing more needs to be said about it. But that was the opposite of how Alex felt. He said that he could not look at women the same way after what Shekar did to him. “But I’m okay with that,” he said. “Just let me be your bitch again.”

Shekar would have said ‘no’. But the submissive tone in his voice was so arousing. Besides, he hadn’t fucked anyone in a while. So a release of any kind was hard to turn down, even if he had to release inside a dude’s butt. And so he did. Twice in the morning, twice in the afternoon, and once more in the evening. He took a long shower after and that was when Maria caught him naked.

Alex called again about a gangbang idea, and Shekar was more than happy to oblige. He had done it with an old flame of his and didn’t imagine this being much different. Shekar invited some of his goon buddies, and they were all sharing the grateful sissy butt when Maria barged in unannounced, only to faint moments later.

“Shekar, man, what a charakku (hottie). Let’s have her man,” said Ravi, one of Shekar’s friends.

“No, no, no,” said Shekar. “I told you before. I will turn her into my slut soon, and only then can you have her.”

Shekar crouched on the floor next to the unconscious Maria. He was trying to determine why she fainted. Did the gangbang shock her that much? He heaved and turned Maria around on her back. She was sweating like crazy and her face had turned dark. The blouse, he remembered. The blouse was too tight.

“Come on, Shekar,” said Ravi. “Let us have some fun with her.”

“I won’t let you touch her,” said Shekar. He reached out and felt the buttons of her blouse. “But I will let you have some fun.”

MARIA

Maria woke to the sprinkling of water on her face. Shekar and some other men were looking down at her. The brute held a glass of water. “You okay, Mrs. Maria?” he asked. “You fainted. We carried you downstairs.” The men standing around him gave a sly grin.

“I’m… okay,” she said, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She was lying on her sofa, and her head hurt like it had split open. She prodded her forehead with a finger and hissed in pain.

“We are going to leave you now. If you need something just call us, okay?”

Maria tried to remember what happened. She sat up straight on the sofa and looked at the time. It was half-past three. She remembered going up to Shekar’s at two. What was she doing there all this time?

Her memory came back to her in pieces. Flashes of hairy bodies and veiny cocks hit her suddenly, and she hugged herself for comfort. That is when she felt a wetness. Maria looked down to find some of her blouse buttons undone, and there was cum sticking to her bra. As she recovered more of her senses, she felt a wetness on her face too. Not just her face, but her hands, her belly, they were all covered in cum. Laughter rang from upstairs, and she flinched in terror, her gaze fixed on the dark stairway.

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This is only my second story so feedback is always appreciated.

I am also willing to make this a series about Eric and Brandon if requested.

—–

We were married too young. Isn’t that how it always goes?

My wife was angry at me again, and this time it resulted in me being kicked out for at least the night, probably longer. It was over stupid things. I didn’t pick up my clothes, or something. But it left me looking for a place to sleep.

My parents were out of town, so they were out. Most of my friends went to college after graduation, or had gotten married. I didn’t really want to go hang out with a married couple. And I definitely couldn’t afford a hotel room.

So all that left me was Eric.

I had met Eric in high school, we were both on the football team. He was one of my few friends that hadn’t moved away or gotten married after high school. Instead he got a construction job and lived in an apartment.

I’ll admit, his life was appealing. He was a good looking young man who had the freedom to do whatever he wanted. He could fuck any girl that would have him ( and there were many), and he never had to come home at a certain time. Eric had the life I would’ve had if I hadn’t gotten married to my high school sweetheart.

I loved my wife, but she wasn’t happy either. We barely fucked, and when we did it was very straightforward, missionary style. She never touched my dick, no matter how often I offered to eat her out in return. Most nights I was left in the living room while she went to bed, hoping to find some porn to try and satisfy my own needs.

We were barreling toward a divorce, even though neither of us would admit it.

I ended up knocking on Eric’s apartment door, hearing the TV from outside and knowing he was home. After a few minutes the door opened and there he stood.

I feel it’s important to mention, I’ve always been attracted to Eric. Back in high school I always excused it with jealousy, or even appreciation for his good looks. But as I got older it became hard to deny it wasn’t something more.

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Look, I don’t want to put you out, but can I stay here for at least tonight? Anna kicked me out.”

“Yeah, of course.” He looked concerned. “What happened?”

I followed him inside, noticing he was only in his boxers. God, that ass…

“A lot of things.” I waved it off. “We shouldn’t have gotten married at eighteen.”

“Well, you can stay here as long as you need.” He glanced around. “Though, I don’t have a couch right now. It’s kind of a long story but I had to get rid of my old one. I bet we can both fit on my bed though, if you’re fine with it.”

I shrugged. “I’m not picky.”

“Alright, well, feel free to get comfortable, I’m just watching TV in the bedroom. Join if you like.”

I set my bags down and started to go through it, looking for maraş escort a pair of pajamas. Nothing. Of course. No sweats or anything either.

I sighed and texted my parents before joining Eric in the bedroom. “Hey, I forgot to bring anything to sleep in. Do you mind if I just wear my boxers? It’s how I sleep at home.”

He gestured down at himself. “I don’t mind.”

“Great.” I pulled my shirt off first, catching him watching me out of the corner of his eye. Next came the jeans, revealing a pair of red boxers and a bulge. It was semi-hard. Shit.

Hoping he didn’t notice, I sat down next to him and pulled the blanket up. Some action movie was playing on the screen, and we paid attention for a few minutes, trying not to make this awkward.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“So you and Anna. Not going so well?”

I shook my head. “Nah. It’s barely a marriage. We barely talk, and when we do it’s to fight.”

“What about sex?”

I let out a humorless laugh. “Sex is pretty much nonexistent. When it does happen neither of us enjoy it.”

He shook his head. “You gotta get out of this thing, it ain’t healthy for men to go so long without a good fucking.”

“I know.” I groaned. “I swear, I’m never satisfied.”

“You gotta get yourself a fuck buddy at least.”

“And cheat on her?” I was shocked. “I can’t do that.”

“Buddy, she’s probably already cheating on you. Even if she’s not, you said it yourself; it’s over.”

I glanced over at him, and he was looking back, a slight smirk on his face.

“And how do you suggest I even do that? Dating apps? I’m not ready to date another girl. Not anytime soon.”

“What, so you’re interested in dating a guy?” There was no judgement in his voice, only curiosity.

“Well, I meant I’m not ready to date anyone, but yeah, I would fuck a guy.”

“Guys tend to be better anyways.” he said quietly.

My eyes snapped to him. “You’ve…”

He shrugged. “I’m pretty open to fucking anyone as king as they’re hot enough.”

“Oh…”

We were silent for the rest of the movie, each taking in each other’s words.

My dick was almost fully hard by that point. His admission to liking guys made me even hornier than I usually was.

I kept glancing over at him, hoping to catch a glance of his, despite knowing it would make me wild with lust.

The credits rolled and he cleared his throat. “Guess it’s time for bed.”

He turned off the TV, but the overhead light was still on.

“Uh, I guess I’ll go get that.” He swung his legs out of the cover and stood up. I couldn’t help it, I glanced down and…

Shit. Even confined to his boxers it was big. I squirmed uncomfortable, desperately wanting to touch myself. Pre-cum was leaking out of my tip.

He shut the light off and we were left in the dark. The bed dipped down and maraş escort bayan he crawled in beside me.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Eric.”

It didn’t take as long as expected to fall asleep, and soon we were both out.

I woke up at 3 A.M. to something very hard pressed against my ass. I was still fully hard, the tip of my dick poking out of my boxers. It took a moment to realize what was pressed against me but when I did I nearly came right there.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear for some reason, and had one arm over my chest, hand resting on my nipple. By his breathing I could tell he was asleep, and this was probably involuntary but I needed him.

I started grinding my ass against his dick, noting that it was getting larger as I did so. God, he was so big. After just a few minutes, Eric began to stir and moaned as I continued to grind. “Brandon? What are you doing?”

“Shh.” I turned over in bed to face him. “I need you.”

I reached down and grabbed his dick, starting to stroke slowly.

He moaned. “Oh God, Brandon.”

I attached my lips to his neck, slowly starting to suck and bite. He was putty beneath my touch, hips bucking slightly and breathing heavy.

“You’re so good at this.” He said, breathless.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for years.” I admitted, playing with his balls.

Finally, he seemed to be regaining some control of his own body and moved up so he was straddling me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

In response I rolled my hips against his hard member. “I need this.”

He reached down and started to tweak my nipples as I resumed stroking his cock. I moaned at his touch, noting how sensitive my nipples really were.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He cooed, pulling at them.

I moaned and squeezed his dick.

“Get this off.” He muttered and went to pull my boxers down. Before he did, though, he noticed the tip of my cock sticking out and laughed.

“Look how hard you are for me. You’ve been hard all night, haven’t you? Practically begging for me.”

With that he ripped the boxers off, freeing my cock which then slapped against his. I whined with fiery need.

“Shh…” He turned around and positioned himself so his dick hung over my face and mine was just below his face. Then he took my dick in his mouth as I did the same to him.

He almost fit my entire cock in his mouth before it hit his throat and instantly started bobbing up and down. I hadn’t received a blow job since high school, before I got with Anna. This one was by far better, though it may have had to do with the fact that his dick was in my mouth.

And oh, did I love having his cock in my mouth. I sucked on the tip, swirling my tongue around the head. He moaned and bucked it into my mouth further. We were each face-fucking the other one, the dicks hitting our escort maraş throats. Strangled moans escaped my mouth, and I prepared to come when suddenly he removed his mouth from my dick.

I let out a cry of indignation as he removed his dick from my mouth as well.

“Shh…” He cooed and turned around so he was facing me. He took my dick in his hand and began to stroke.

“I’m gonna cum.” I warned and he grinned and right before I released, positioned my dick so the cum shooting out landed on my chest.

Then he leaned over my chest and began to lick and suck where the cum was. I moaned, watching him lick up my cum.

He paid special attention to my nipples, first spreading my cum over them and tweaking them with his fingers. Then, he began to suck particularly hard, making me moan and buck my hips.

When he finished licking it all up and he started to kiss me, jamming his tongue into my mouth and biting my lower lip.

Eric lifted up. “Turn over.”

I listened, laying down on my stomach. He moved lower down my body and began to massage my ass. Gently, he pushed one finger into my asshole.

I moaned and squirmed.

“Are you ok?”

“More.” I begged.

He added a second finger and began to finger-fuck my asshole slowly, loosening it up. I moaned in pleasure, fists clenching the sheets below my hands.

He went on for a few minutes, adding one more finger and going faster and faster.

Then suddenly, the fingers were removed.

“Eric!”

“Shh…”

He reached over to a puddle of my cum that was still on the sheets and used it to coat his dick. Then he lined his dick up with my asshole and pushed in.

I felt intense pain at first, and then pleasure like I’d never felt before. His movements were slow and gentle at first, letting me adjust to his impressive length and girth. Then, as my moans became louder, he started going faster until he was plunging his dick in and out as fast as he could, moaning as loud as I was.

“You like that, baby? You like getting fucked by me?”

I couldn’t even answer, nearly blind with pleasure.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for years too.” He admitted, almost breathless. “Back in high school, I always wanted to push you up against the locker room wall and fuck you until you couldn’t walk anymore.”

“Keep going.” I begged and he reached down and grabbed hold of my dick, stroking as he pounded.

“Anytime I saw you in your uniform, I got hard. I had to avoid you at games and practice. I needed to taste you, to feel you. Now I know I should’ve fucked you back then.”

He pulled on my dick roughly.

“God, you feel so good.” His slamming was getting more intense, and I felt him tense. A Second later I felt his warm cum shoot into my asshole, filling it up with his seed. He pulled out, still shooting cum and let some of it land on my ass.

I came again, making a mess of his sheets.

We ended up curled up in our own mess, holding each other while catching our breaths.

“So that was…”

“Fucking fantastic.” I moaned. “You should’ve fucked me back in high school. I wouldn’t have gotten married.”

“Well, I have you now.”

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Ch. 02

Over the next few days, Elgin had to work and go to school and deal with some family commitments. I did my best to focus on the house, the collections of valuable items and my regular work. No matter how busy I stayed, he was always at the forefront of my mind.

I made a trip into Manchester to get some items for the house that I couldn’t get in Pimingdale. It was a much bigger city but still tiny compared to Baltimore.

My last stop before heading back home was a lingerie and sex shop. With my purchases in hand, I headed back to my house on the bluff and prepared to see my baby boy later that night.

He’d told his mom that he was going to a movie in Manchester with his college friends and he wouldn’t be back until after midnight. After school and work, he’d be over around six thirty. I felt giddy.

I carefully clipped the tags off the pieces I’d gotten for Elgin. I arranged them in several gift boxes that I tied up with perfect surgical bows. I grabbed one more item I wanted him to wear and placed it with the others.

I arranged the gifts on one end of the giant dining room table and set the other end with two place settings. I had candles ready to light and a massive bouquet of pink roses in an antique crystal vase.

Dinner was in the oven and should be ready shortly after my lover arrived. My lover. Just the thought of him arriving made me strangely nervous. I had prepared him for some of what would be waiting.

“When I see you tomorrow, I’m treating you to a date night. Come ready to be wined and dined.” I had texted him as we were wishing each other goodnight the night before.

“Should I dress up?”

“You can come naked or in a tuxedo and I’ll be just as happy. I just want you with me.”

And now, he was due to arrive in the next ten minutes or so. I checked the food again and then I went to my room to freshen up.

I put on a pair of my dress slacks and a long sleeved dress shirt. I left the top three buttons undone, playing up my swarthy Latin lover look. I pulled on a nice coordinating jacket and my one pair of dress shoes I’d brought along.

I ran a comb through my hair and splashed on a touch of my favorite cologne. I tucked a pink rose into my lapel and checked myself out from several different angles. I felt like I looked pretty good. I felt happy and bright like Frost had described me in his memory.

I paced around the first floor, moving between the foyer, the dining room, the living room and the kitchen. I checked the door again and peaked out the curtains at the driveway a hundred times.

When I heard the loud exhaust of his car, my whole body jolted. I felt like my niece described herself before her junior prom. I was acting like a sixteen year old girl. I chuckled at myself and pulled the door open.

Elgin was coming around his car and I saw him tug on his clothing, looking nearly as nervous as I felt. He looked handsome and my balls felt oddly heavy in my pants.

He looked up and saw me standing in the doorway, giving him the full Dr. Alvaro Morgado. He nearly missed the step up to the porch. I leapt forward and took his hand to steady him.

“Wow, you look dashing, daddy.” He smiled and came up on his toes. I pulled him in and kissed him deeply.

I stepped back and looked at him from head to toe. He had on black pants and a gray dress shirt. I couldn’t wait to rip them off him.

“You look gorgeous, Elgin. You are so incredibly handsome.” I kissed him softly again.

I took his hand and led him inside.

“Can I ask why we’re having a fancy date night?” He asked curiously as we walked down the hall to the living room.

“I know your birthday is next week, but I couldn’t wait to treat you. I hope that’s alright.” I looked at him as we sat on the couch together.

“You remembered! Of course you did. I don’t know why I’m surprised. You’re amazing like that.” His brown eyes glittered in the light.

“It’s not everyday that my pretty baby turns twenty. I’ve never had anyone in my life that I wanted to do all these things for. You make me want to give you the world.”

“Kiss me, Al.” He climbed into my lap and took what he’d asked for. I gave him my all. I probably would have fucked him right there on the couch, but the kitchen timer rang, reminding me the night had just begun.

“That would be our dinner.” I smiled at him as he climbed out of my lap and allowed me to get up. He followed me into the kitchen.

“It smells so good, what did you make?” He jumped up and sat on the edge of the counter as I pulled the main dish out of the oven.

“It’s lechon asado, Cuban roast pork. I also made my Tia’s rice and beans and my recipe for tostones. I hope you like Latin flavors.”

“You made me a full Cuban meal?” His voice nearly cracked.

I looked up to see what had happened. He looked overcome with emotion. I set the pot holders aside and I stepped between his legs. He hugged me.

“Of course I did. You’re worth all the effort. And I’m a damn good cook, by the way. malatya escort I haven’t had anyone to appreciate my food, maybe ever.”

“It smells like heaven. I can’t wait to eat.”

“Well hop on down beautiful. Grab that dish right there and follow me to the dining room. Careful, it’s hot. Use those potholders, baby.”

I grabbed the roast pork and exited into the dining room. He softly gasped when he saw the table, perfectly set, covered in gifts and flowers and candles.

I set the main dish down and took the one he was holding. I then took his hand and pulled out his chair. I pushed it in as he sat down. I bent down and kissed his pouty lips before I sat in my own chair.

I served up the traditional family meal and we chatted easily about the last few days we’d been apart. Even though we had been texting, it felt wonderful to talk about everything in person.

We laughed about his professor’s reaction to his latest project. He’d completed it since we’d been seeing each other and it was reflected in his school work. In a good way. He told me he felt more focused even though he always had his head in the clouds.

I agreed that something similar was happening to me. I got all my work done and several side projects and yet all I could think about was him. We stared into each other’s eyes, the air felt electric between us.

During the meal he commented on the flowers. “These roses smell so amazing. I love that they’re pink.” He leaned in and smelled them again.

“Red roses are the traditional color for romance, but you seem to share my unique love of pink.”

“Red roses are played out. This is much more “us”.” He looked right into my eyes when he said the last word. My body throbbed with need.

He must have seen the heat in my eyes because he stood and came over to stand in front of me. I hugged him, standing between my legs, while I remained sitting. I could hear his heart beating double time in his chest. He kissed the top of my head.

I let him go and he stepped back so I could look up into his eyes. “Are you ready to open your gifts?”

“You didn’t have to get me anything. Just being with you is enough. The food and the flowers are already so much, daddy.”

“I love to spoil my baby. Indulge me?”

He nodded and smiled. I picked up the presents and carried them upstairs. He followed without question. I’m pretty sure he wanted the gift I’d give him in my bed as much as I did.

I set the gifts on the bed. I took off my coat and draped it over the back of a chair. I sat on the foot of the bed and he joined me.

“Open this one first.” I handed him a larger flat box.

He pulled on the ribbon and then removed the lid. He reached in and picked up the garments. He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow at me and smirking.

“When I put these on, it becomes a gift for you, daddy.” He held a red satin and lace item near his mouth as he gave me a seductive look.

“No, the baby boy inside them is my gift. I look forward to unwrapping my present shortly.”

The tension in the room started to build. He reached for the next gift I indicated. He pulled out the leather things I’d picked out.

He opened the three gifts of lingerie and light bondage items and stood up off the bed. “I’m going to try these on. Do you have a preference?”

“I think you know.” I looked at him with the intensity I felt.

He licked his lips and turned to go into the bathroom. I waited patiently and he returned in the black leather harness and the black leather jockstrap. He stopped in front of me and did a slow spin so I could admire him from all sides.

“You look incredible. We’ll save that one for another time, when I can tie you down.” I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer and kissed him hard. He left and went back into the bathroom.

When he returned, he now wore the red lace and satin set. It included lace panties, a skimpy lace and satin tank top and a lacy, sheer wrap. He had the robe loosely tied closed.

“C’mere.” I stuck my finger in the tie around his waist and gently pulled him towards me. Once he was right in front of me, I pulled the tie and watched the robe fall open.

The red tank top hung on his thin frame just like I’d imagined it. The panties barely covered his cock and balls and when I turned him around, the undies were wedged into his ass crack.

I bent down and kissed one of his exposed cheeks. I bit his skin lightly, making him jump.

“Daddy! You have to wait until it’s time for your present.” He playfully swatted my grasping hands. “I’m going to go put it on now.” He looked over his shoulder to catch me watching his ass as he walked away.

After several minutes, that felt like an eternity, my pretty baby boy came back into the bedroom. I had unbuttoned my shirt while I was waiting, it hung open exposing my chest.

I looked up at him as he stopped and struck a sexy pose in the outfit I’d been thinking of constantly since I’d seen it at the store. He spun malatya escort bayan around to show off the back.

My mouth hung open and I fought to breathe. The soft pink lace panties failed to cover all of his package, and the bits that peeked out made my mouth water.

He wore the matching garter belt and the pink silk stockings that cover three quarters of his long, perfectly shaped legs. He had the completely sheer babydoll top on and it left his flat stomach exposed.

“Do you like it?” I asked softly as I stared at the most beautiful human I’d ever seen.

“I love it. The color, the fabrics, the way it technically covers absolutely nothing. But mostly I love it because of the way you’re looking at me.” He grew serious as he stalked towards me.

“Elgin. My god, you are exquisite. A masterpiece. My ultimate dream lover.”

I stood and pulled him against me. I gripped his bare ass, feeling the edges of the soft lace that did nothing to cover him, just as he’d said. He kissed me and the need in him was apparent.

“Lay down, I’m going to worship you.” I indicated the bed and he crawled onto the mattress, arching his back and pushing his incredible ass out for me to ogle as he moved to lay down.

He crawled away, seductively, cat like, looking back over his shoulder to make sure I was watching his every move. And I was watching.

My fingers fumbled with my belt and pants as I stared at the display before me. They finally dropped to my ankles as I nearly drooled watching him settle into the pillows.

I pushed my underwear down and stepped out of them, naked and aroused. I stood before him, letting him devour me as I had been devouring him, with my eyes.

“I want you, daddy.” He bit his lip and my brain shorted out.

I was on the bed and pouncing on him in a single heartbeat. My mouth found the bare skin just above the tiny lace panties. I licked his body and mouthed his dick through the sheer fabric.

“Ohhhh, mmmmmmm……. That feels incredible daddy. Please, I want more.”

“I do love when you beg for me.” I ran my big hands up both of his silk clad legs. I plucked the elastic band that held one up, making it snap on his thigh. His eyes dilated in the growing darkness.

My hands explored his chest and I pushed the flowy pink top over his head. Now that he was dressed in pink below the waist only, he looked extra enticing.

“You look beautiful. I have one more thing for you to wear.” I got off the bed and lit several candles and turned down the lights. I grabbed the last box from the gift pile.

I climbed back onto the bed and came to rest on my knees between his seductively spread legs. “Please sit up, baby boy.”

He sat up and leaned into me, our lips meeting, kissing gently and seductively. He tasted like sex and desire.

I pulled back and waited until he was focused. I held the box and indicated he should open it. He lifted the lid and his eyes grew comically wide.

“Is that real?” He looked at me in shock.

“Yes. I want you to wear it while I fuck you senseless.”

His fingers ran over the item in the box. He nodded and met my eyes again.

I set the box down and pulled out the necklace that was nestled inside. I opened the clasp and placed it around his neck and refastened it. His fingers reached up and ran along the details of the jewelry.

“Lay back down, love.” I whispered the words and watched him as he sunk back into the pillows, his eyes never leaving mine. The look of invitation in his eyes melted my heart and made my body rock hard.

In the candlelight his perfect skin looked golden and the pink panties, garter belt and stockings shimmered in the flickering flame.

Around his neck I’d placed a platinum and diamond choker with a perfect pink pearl drop and pink diamond pendant dangling, resting on his smooth, soft skin.

“My treasure.” I didn’t realize I was saying it until the words were already out. But I was right. In this mansion, filled with literal treasures of all varieties, probably worth millions of dollars, the treasure I wanted most was right in front of me.

I stretched out over him and kissed him deeply. He moved and made the sounds I’d dreamed about multiple times since I’d met him. He was truly perfect to me.

“Can I make love to you, baby?”

“Yes, I want you so much.” He was breathless as I moved from his lips to trail kisses down his neck. I kissed him around the diamonds and moved lower.

I licked each nipple and then blew cold air across them making them pebble and tighten. He sucked in his breath confirming the effect it had on him.

“How do you want me?” I asked as I reached the apex of his legs. I kissed him through the lace. I found all the areas the tiny panties didn’t cover and I kissed all the exposed skin I found.

“Anyway you want to take me, daddy. Please just take me!”

His limit had been reached, he couldn’t stand any more foreplay right now. He wanted his daddy’s giant cock in escort malatya that perfectly tight little ass. I would give him anything, including his way.

I pulled him up into my arms and rolled us both over so that he was on top. I scooted myself up and back until I was reclined against the headboard and my baby boy was in my lap.

“I’m going to give you the ride of your life. You think you can handle it, love?”

“Yes, I can handle it, especially since I know you won’t hurt me. As far as this being the ride of my life, let’s add ‘so far’ to that. I plan on riding you in the future, so I expect it will only get better.”

Remembering this was only his second time, I took as much time as I could to prepare him for my invasion. He was so impatient by the time I had three fingers fucking him slowly.

“Please, daddy! I need you to fuck me!” He whined and fell against my chest in his desperation.

“My god, you are so beautiful. I’m going to give you what you need, baby, but I had to make sure you were ready. It won’t take as long as we do this more often.”

Finally, I had my cock lubed and standing at attention. I lifted Elgin, with his pink lace panties twisted to the side, and I found his entrance with the tip of my rod.

Slowly he worked down the length. I held him and supported his weight as he worked to relax his body to take me fully inside. It took about half as long as the first time.

I kept my hands under his ass as he rested on my shaft. Sitting completely on my pelvis was a little bit too much for him right now. He’d winced and pulled away when he’d sunk down that far, so I gave him a buffer with my big hands.

He kissed me while his body relaxed and adjusted. I could feel the stockings he wore as they brushed against my sides where his legs wrapped around me.

The pink undies were pushed to the side and all his junk was free, pushed into my skin with no fabric barrier.

After a short time of adjustment, he was ready to ride. I carefully held him and prevented him from taking too much or going too fast.

He started moaning and gasping and mumbling as his body slowly moved above mine. He was telling me he wanted me, he needed me.

After a time, he had gotten very comfortable and he wanted more control, so I let him have as much as he needed.

He was holding himself steady with his hands on my shoulders and squatting so he did most of the lifting and lowering. I still guided and steadied him, bearing a portion of his weight.

Soon he was pulling away from my grasp and really riding me faster and harder. His body slammed down and popped back up, over and over, fast and hard.

I leaned back and let him take control completely. He was making deep sounds in his throat as he found a rhythm that drove us both wild.

I watched him in the candlelight as his body gleamed with a light dusting of perspiration. The diamonds around his neck glittered spectacularly as he body moved seductively over mine.

He looked like a deity of elven folklore or a magical fairy sprite as his small body continued to take me inside him repeatedly. His whole body glowed and hummed and sparkled in the light.

“Help me, daddy! Make me cum!” His legs were growing weak and trembled from his efforts and the building pleasure.

I grabbed him around his small waist and helped him continue his bouncing movements while adding in nice hard thrusts up from below.

I quickly found a tempo that had us both straining and panting. He was screaming my name, his head thrown back, in utter abandon.

I watched as he started to shatter. His body thrashed and convulsed as he started to orgasm. He yelled swears and praise and gibberish to the ceiling. I held him in one position and jackhammered up into his tight ass.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh….. oh god yes! Fuck me, daddy, FUCK ME!” He fell forward as his erection started to bob and released huge squirts of semen, pumping it out in thick streams.

His climax set mine off as well. I thrust up into him frantically, grunting and groaning louder and louder as the tension built to it’s crescendo.

“Baby! Oh, FUCK!” I gripped him tightly, pulling him against me as my balls pulled up on either side of my cock, my seed bursting forth, filling my glittery treasure with my semen and my love.

I fell back into the pillows, bumping the headboard into the wall. He followed me down, content in my arms and impaled on my lap.

We lay together, breathing hard and covered in sweat and our shared fluids. My body felt limp but I had enough strength to hold him close and whisper tender words into his ear.

He lay nearly motionless in my arms.

His breathing slowed and he snuggled deeper into my embrace.

In the bathroom, I ran the shower and helped him out of the rest of his pink delicates. I gently undid the diamond choker and placed it back in it’s box.

We shared the shower and caressed each other. Our bodies clean and spent, we dried off and went back into the bedroom. I pulled him into the bed beside me.

“I want you to stay.” I whispered against his lips while I kissed him softly.

“Okay, I need to text my mom and let her know.”

“Will you get in trouble or anything?”

“No. She’ll probably have a lot to say about it, but if it’s not this, it’s something else anyway.”

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Author’s note: Thank you for reading this story, everyone! You know who you awesome people are! Jrankcold and BlowPopJ, right back at ya! Anon, the boys are still making a little more mess before transferring back, but it’s all in good fun!

Happy reading the new chapter! Sebastian is in for a big – pun intended – surprise!

Chapter Nineteen — A Little Bit Crazy, A Little Bit In Love

“Did you happen to see who threw that rock?” Sebastian asked as soon as they were back on the main road.

“I didn’t really get a chance to have a good look, but I bet is that asshole Chet,” Milo replied.

He seemed upset. Sebastian wrapped his fingers tightly around his. “That boy looks like there’s nothing inhabiting the vast space between his ears.”

Milo looked at him and grinned. “Nice insult.”

“I’m just pointing facts. He called me a nerd just because he is envious of my academic prowess,” Sebastian said proudly.

“Or just because he’s a douche,” Milo replied. “I wasn’t expecting him to start throwing rocks at us, though.”

“Why do you think he did it?” Sebastian asked, interested in finding out if that boy could have been hired by a higher power to cause him harm.

“Because he’s a good for nothing that cares only about putting others down? I don’t know. And on top of all his other qualities, he’s a homophobic bastard, too.”

“Homophobic?” Sebastian asked. He couldn’t just go consulting his phone with Milo watching all the time.

Milo shrugged. “Don’t ask me. Some idiots are simply like that. It’s not like we are out at school, but I’m not going to hide, neither make a big thing out of it. Are you with me on this?”

“Sure.” Sebastian nodded. He absolutely had no idea what Milo was talking about.

Milo bit his lips and threw him a naughty look. “I’m so glad it’s only Saturday. When we’re in school, I need to keep my hands to myself, and it’s so hard. But, of course, PDA in school would be bad taste, regardless of who you are with, right?”

PDA. It had to be some kind of device. Was it similar to phones? But why would it be bad taste?

“I’m also glad it’s Saturday,” he replied. “PDA would be totally bad taste,” he emphasized.

Milo laughed. “You’re such an agreeable boyfriend. Then, how about I ask you this?” He leaned in and caressed Sebastian’s ear with his lips. “Once we’re home, can we get to know each other better?”

Sebastian frowned slightly. Was Milo interested in making even more conversation once they would be alone? “As you wish.”

“What? You don’t want?” Milo teased his ear.

“I’d rather have you naked and sweaty under me,” Sebastian replied promptly. He let out a small grunt as Milo bit his ear. “What was that for?”

“Under you? Naked and sweaty? Really, how can you say such things with a straight face?” Milo complained, but this tone was playful. “Then let’s just go already.”

It was a bit of a blur how they got on the bus and out of it. Sebastian could only be aware of one thing: Milo’s warm hand engulfing his and holding it gently. But once they would get to that point, the truth would be out in the open. It was impossible for Milo not to realize that his boyfriend wasn’t who he thought he was. Sebastian had had so many men, while Kai Martin was nothing but a virgin. His life as he knew it was forfeited anyway. Yet, he needed to make Milo see somehow.

And feel his love, even if only fleetingly.

***

“Now that I got you here, what?” Milo asked, his naughty gaze trained on Sebastian.

They were, once again, in Milo’s bedroom, and they were facing each other. The feelings from the other night came circling like wild dogs, but Sebastian willed them down. “You have too many clothes on,” he said.

His fingers were trembling as they helped Milo out of his t-shirt. Then, with more determination, he hooked them into the waistband of Milo’s shorts and pushed them down. The male underwear in this world could be particularly enticing. Sebastian took great pleasure in tracing the contour of Milo’s manhood through the soft fabric. It made him feel wanton, with an edge of desperation, cutting like a knife.

“If you ever come to regret this,” he said quietly, “you are allowed to blame it entirely on me.”

“Regret? Dude, when you said you wanted to be on top, was it that kind of top? Ah, damn, give me a second to prepare myself mentally.” Milo’s face scrunched up in thought for a moment. “All right, I’m done. You can go ahead and do it.”

He didn’t miss the playful nuances in Milo’s voice. Now he knew them all. “Right now, I’m stealing something from you,” he said.

“My cherry, you mean?” Milo snickered, not knowing what each of the sounds he was making did to him. “Well, it’s yours to take, or pop, or whatever. Now would you stop teasing me with your hand? I might just come in my underwear.”

Sebastian pushed Milo toward the bed. The young man was stronger than him, but he was letting him do whatever he wanted. Soon, he was on his back, wearing nothing but a look nevşehir escort bayan of adoration in his eyes and a naughty smile on his lovely lips.

Milo would regret it once he learned the truth. But Sebastian couldn’t stop even if he wanted. He didn’t; he wanted the young body writhing under his touch like he couldn’t remember ever wanting anything else in his life. He undressed and then moved so that he could face Milo’s beautiful manhood, now freed from the confines of the undergarments.

A small lick under the engorged head, and Milo was moaning softly, enticingly. Sebastian found himself liberated in that position, offering and taking at the same time. He moved his tongue along, looking for ways that would make Milo go a little bit crazy, a little bit in love.

“Wait,” Milo said in a ragged voice. He turned slightly and reached for the nightstand. He offered Sebastian the lubricant. “Feel free to do me,” he said with a slight shrug.

Ah, of course, this strange world also had convenient means to make it more pleasurable. Sebastian had done his fair share of research, so he took the tube with undisguised surety. It was a pleasure to move his hand up and down slowly on Milo’s hardened member, making it glisten.

Next thing, he straddled the beautiful body under him and used the viscous substance on himself, as well.

“Ah, this was what you meant by me being under and you on top,” Milo said with the same gleeful expression he often had. “And you think I’d ever regret this? Bring it on, baby,” he teased, and as he grinned, a cute little dimple appeared on his left cheek.

“Oh, you will,” Sebastian replied, somewhat vexed by Milo’s easygoing manner. “I will steal your first time now, and you will hate me. Because I’m much more experienced than you, and you don’t believe me.”

Milo’s only reply was a snort.

Once he saw how experienced Sebastian was in dealing with him, he would start to suspect that he had been told the truth but hadn’t wanted to admit it. With steady hands, he aligned their bodies so that they could fuse together.

Milo’s beautiful manhood was resting its head against Sebastian’s entrance, and soon, there would be no turning back. Sebastian closed his eyes and pushed down, anticipating the pleasant effect of feeling full to the brim.

A stabbing sensation made his eyes pop open. What was happening? He was supposed to glide right in, his body so accustomed to being ravaged by —

He made another attempt. Milo’s breath hitched. “Dude, you’re so tight.”

It wasn’t his body. How could he not have realized that? But, still, with his experience —

Sebastian moved again. This time, the pain was so much that he jumped out of bed, holding his behind with both hands and hissing.

“Are you okay?” Milo straightened up right away.

“It hurts,” Sebastian barely managed while hopping up and down.

“Yeah, because you’re kind of crazy and think it’s enough to watch porn to know how to do it.”

“I cannot make love,” Sebastian moaned.

Milo sighed and climbed out of bed. He walked over to him and embraced him. “Let’s take it easy, okay?”

“You don’t understand,” Sebastian complained some more. “This was my way of making you understand –“

Milo shut him up with a kiss. “Each time you say something stupid, I’m going to kiss you. And you ran away from me last night. I know it. And this morning. So, make no mistake. You’re not running away from me again because I know you want me. Pretend to be a prince, do whatever you want. When you look at me like this –” He stopped for a moment and swallowed.

Sebastian watched the way Milo’s throat bobbed. He leaned forward and kissed him right there.

“You see what I mean?” Milo said. “Now let me on top, and let’s hope I’m going to suck less than you at this. Unless you want to do me, of course.”

“No,” Sebastian mumbled. “You… do me,” he added.

Milo was gentle as he placed him on his back. He helped his knees up and began to caress the skin underneath his balls ever so gently. He moaned helplessly. He couldn’t recall being held in such a shameful position, exposed, not without him ordering it first. Milo dipped his fingers in the lubricant and began massaging his ass slowly.

“I might not have watched as many tutorials as you, but the ones I read and watched were clear about one thing. That we need to take our time with this.”

Sebastian keened. In this body, the sensations he was experiencing were different from everything he had been experiencing before while in another man’s arms. Milo moved his fingers slowly in and out, leaving him wanting more with each pull away.

“I,” he whispered, not knowing what he wanted anymore, “please… Milo…”

“Na-ah,” Milo said. “I’m horny, too, and hard like a rock, but I’m not going to wreck your ass just because I’m stupid and can’t deal with my horniness. Like someone I know.” He glared a little, his beautiful eyes searching Sebastian’s nevşehir escort face carefully. “Can’t believe it. All that talk about being more experienced and me regretting it.”

He shook his head and returned to his torture. Sebastian felt his chest rising and falling and couldn’t fight the sensation pooling in his groin. Milo’s fingers were working inside him, touching him in impossible places, and turning him into nothing but a soft and pliant body.

“Wow, nice,” Milo whispered.

Sebastian opened his eyes and stared at his own manhood, which was twitching and spending itself all over his belly. He groaned and closed his eyes.

“Hey, no reason to be embarrassed. Only last night I came in your mouth like a moron. So it’s your turn to feel like that,” Milo pointed out. “Do you think I can try a little? It’s all right if you think you’re not up to it.”

Sebastian reached for Milo and grabbed him before he had a chance to walk away. “Do you intend to leave me like this? Satisfied by your fingers only?”

Milo grinned. “I like it when you go all royal and haughty on me. Well, order and you shall receive, Your Majesty. What do you wish me to do?”

Sebastian shivered under the intense look in those green eyes. He couldn’t gather his thoughts. Never before had anyone treated him so gently. He preferred his lovers to consider the bed they were sharing nothing else but a battlefield. It made each victory all the more satisfying.

“Maybe suck you off?” Milo teased, and his eyelids dropped. “Put my mouth on you a little. Stop me if I sound too porny or corny.”

“No,” Sebastian barely managed. “I want you,” he said stubbornly.

“You want me to…” Milo let the words fade and smirked in the most grating way possible. “You’ll have to say it, Your Majesty.”

Sebastian pursed his lips. “I want you inside me.”

“Hmm, I just had my fingers in. Doesn’t it count?”

So, Milo wanted to make fun of him, after all. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. Did he genuinely want to be ordered around? “Fill me with your manhood,” he said and set his chin high, as much as he could do that in his position, “and give me all your lust.”

“Sounds kinda medieval, but I’ll take it,” Milo said with another grin.

He lay on one side and moved so that he would have him with his back pressed against him. Sebastian had nothing against that position, but he expected to be dominated in a different way since he wasn’t the one on top. Milo was gentle as he began to rub the head of his manhood against Sebastian’s entrance. “If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbled, too wrapped in the sensation of being held so gently.

Milo kissed his cheek and then focused on trying to get his manhood inside. He was going slowly at it, so Sebastian let out a small grunt and tilted his head back. Milo stopped right away. “Is it too much?”

Sebastian brought one hand back to wrap it around the back of Milo’s neck. He turned enough so that they could look at each other. “No, it would never be too much with you.”

Unlike other times, that didn’t earn him a playful reply. Instead, Milo’s eyes became hazy, and his efforts resumed. Sebastian raised one leg and snuck his hand lower, trying to feel Milo entering him. “You have a gorgeous cock,” he whispered.

Milo breathed out hard. “And your dirty talk game is top notch.”

It wasn’t hurting, not anymore, and there was only the sensation of fullness which he knew and appreciated. But even that was different in Kai’s smaller body. Milo rested his hand on Sebastian’s hip. “I’ll try to move now, okay? Oh, damn, it feels so good inside you, I can’t believe it.”

“Please move,” Sebastian begged shamelessly.

It was nothing like the way his angered lovers moved their hips with urgency, wanting both to punish him and obtain pleasure. Each of Milo’s moves was smooth and fluid; all the while, the green eyes rested on him, gauging every reaction, asking him without words if he felt good.

“It feels so good,” he confirmed and pressed his hand over Milo’s, only to bring it in front and cover his manhood.

Milo didn’t need any more guidance. His hand began moving, too, stroking gently and making Sebastian draw each breath like it was the sweetest air he was breathing. His pleasure wasn’t sharp and demanding, like usually, but wide and deep like a tide that was growing higher as it moved toward the shore.

“I think I’m addicted to watching you come,” Milo whispered.

Sebastian watched his lover through hazy eyes. He wanted Milo addicted to him in every way possible. That was a part he intended to indulge him in as often as their bodies could handle.

He was, at the same time, aware of the other’s growing pleasure. Milo could be considered a bit clumsy, especially in the way he moved, a bit too timidly, but it took nothing from the joy they were both experiencing. He was, without a doubt, well endowed, and within a short time, he would grow confident of escort nevşehir his abilities as a bed partner.

Yet, it was this moment of uncertainty, crowned by the look of absolute bliss on Milo’s face, that Sebastian desired to steal and keep forever. He pressed his head hard against Milo as his manhood surrendered for a second time.

“Is this me? I’m the one making you come like this?” Milo asked.

How could he be still so unsure? “The only one,” Sebastian whispered back. “Now, please, pour yourself inside me.”

Milo’s immediate reaction was a barely kept in moan. “I might get a bit –” He struggled, as his hips moved a little faster.

“I want it,” Sebastian urged him. “Don’t hold back.”

Milo shook his head as his moves became more frantic. “Don’t hate me.”

Sebastian knew that wasn’t possible. Even as the height of his pleasure was calming down, he loved that feeling of being filled by Milo. “I would never,” he said and locked his gaze with the beautiful greens.

Milo bit on his bottom lip hard and then turned Sebastian’s head so that he could kiss him. At the same time, his hips stilled, and their bodies remained together as Milo’s manhood pulsed inside him.

For moments of eternal bliss, they remained like that, their lips fused together, their bodies linked. Milo let go of him slowly. Then, before Sebastian could even think of not wanting that, Milo pressed him on his back, laughed, and began kissing him all over his face.

“Dude, this was like an awesome first time! How would you rate me? One to ten? One being I totally sucked, and ten being –“

“Ten,” Sebastian said.

“Hey, you didn’t even let me finish,” Milo complained.

“Ten,” Sebastian insisted.

“You sure?”

“Ten.”

“All right, I’ll take it.” Milo moved a bit away but kept one arm and one leg thrown over him. “Are you sure it was that good? ‘Cause for me it surely was. But I was the guy on top, so –“

“You’re great, Milo. Wonderful, I told you.”

Milo snickered and bit his lips. “Gosh, I have like the best boyfriend in the whole world!”

Sebastian didn’t want to argue about that. There was no better sensation of fulfillment than being filled like that by Milo’s essence.

“Would you like us to take a shower?” Milo asked.

Sebastian liked the invention called shower to the extreme. But not right now. “No. I want to keep you inside me a little while longer.”

Milo threw one arm over his eyes and moaned. “Talk like that, and I might want to do you again.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” Sebastian said matter-of-factly.

Milo looked at him with loving eyes. “Totally. I’m crazy in love with you, you know that, right?”

They kissed again.

Crazy was the correct word indeed because Prince Sebastian of Ifigia had never been known to feel anything remotely like this. Loss of sanity could explain everything.

***

“Are you certain you do not wish to have a proper breakfast?” Pepin asked.

Kai patted his belly. Well, as much as he hadn’t enjoyed eating in his real world, in this one, he felt pretty hungry more often than not. “If you’re going to make those tiny mushroom omelets or whatever they are, I think I can squeeze in a few. Also, how about having a picnic again?”

Pepin nodded dutifully. He no longer had to be explained what a picnic was.

Kai felt quite in a generous mood after solving the quest of his return. Of course, he still had to complete the ritual or whatever, but it was as good as done. With that checked off his list, it was time to have fun. “Do you think you can make enough for Conrad and Galien, too?”

“Will they come with us?” Pepin looked a bit disappointed.

“I don’t want to ignore them since they are our guests. Let’s play nice with them, Pepin.”

“Our?” Pepin put a hand to his mouth like an old midwife learning of the latest gossip.

“What? What did I say?”

“What do you mean by ‘our guests’?” Pepin supplied right away.

“Mine and yours, of course. Plus, you’re better at this host thing than me, clearly. I can’t cook. Heck, I think I could burn water if that were the only thing on the menu.”

Pepin had such an ecstatic expression on his face that it made Kai feel happy, too. He was still surprised when the servant grabbed him again by the arms and exclaimed, “We are truly together!”

He dashed away, probably to start cooking, and Kai didn’t bother to correct him. After all, once the switch was done, Sebastian would be one with Pepin, whatever that meant, so he saw no reason to rain on the servant’s parade. Yeah, he could play along for a couple of weeks while he got to play around in Prince Sebastian’s shoes. Play along, play around…

Yeap, it sounded like a plan.

***

“And this is what you call a picnic?” Galien inquired while he lay lazily on one side and helped himself at one of Pepin’s most delicious creations. “I’m all behind it. But I thought you would like to stay close to Pepin, and even spend some time alone with him.” A sly smile accompanied the last words.

“Why would His Majesty want such a thing?” Conrad asked.

Kai shook his head, and his eyes went wide as he stared at his cousin. Galien laughed. “Conrad doesn’t know, then?”

“What is that you are speaking of, Master Galien?” Pepin intervened.

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“So?” Jason asked as he rolled up at the bottom of the drive on his mountain bike.

Robert held up his phone, showing the message from his older brother with two specifically capitalized words in an otherwise innocuous message — care package.

“Sweet. Let’s roll.”

The pair set out on the gravel road, riding even deeper into the middle of nowhere. Living out in the country certainly had its disadvantages, but there were a few things that helped offset the boredom and inconvenience. One of them was the lack of prying eyes. Out of sight of Robert’s house and that of their nearest neighbor, the two laid their bikes down in the tall grass off the side of the road. From there, they hiked a short distance back into the trees.

They moved unerringly toward a spot near a huge pecan tree, having visited many times before. There, they brushed away the leaves to reveal the weathered plastic lid of a cooler that had been buried there for longer than either of them had been alive. Inside, they found the care package from Robert’s brother — six beers sitting in a bucket of melting ice.

“Bud Light,” Jason said. “Oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers.”

“No shit,” Robert agreed as he pulled off his backpack. Four of the beers went into a lunchbox with some ice packs, while the other two had to ride loose. Meanwhile, Jason pulled out the bucket and dumped it. As soon as the cache was hidden again, the two friends returned to their bikes.

Even more cautious with their illicit cargo on board, they rode farther down the county road toward where it dead-ended. As always, there were a few tense moments as they passed the long drive leading to Ms. Lake’s house. She was his mom’s best friend. Fortunately, they saw no sign of her on the drive, and with the thick summer growth, it was almost impossible for her to have seen them from the house.

The gravel grew less dense the farther they rode, and weeds popped up in the center of the road. When they turned the next corner, the road was nothing more than two hard-packed dirt tracks leading toward an old barn and their destination — the pond.

The tall grass once again provided cover as they walked down to the one spot along the shore devoid of cattails. The bluegills were going crazy, snapping at bugs on the surface. Not so long ago, it would have prompted them to open their tackle boxes and tie on poppers. Today, they had a far different diversion in mind, and popped open beers instead.

Jason downed his first before it had time to get warm. Robert was right there with him, and they crushed their cans at the same time.

A cold beer wasn’t enough to counteract the heat and humidity of the day, though. Rob wiped his brow before the sweat could drip down into his eyes, and then kicked off his shoes. In a few seconds, he and Jason had both stripped down to their shorts.

There was a reason for the trampled trail through the weeds and the lack of cattails along the narrow patch of shore. Robert took the lead, jogging back up the hill a short distance with his friend at his side.

“Stakes?” Robert asked as they turned to face the pond again.

“Loser buys the next pizza?”

“You’re on.”

“You go first.”

Rob chuckled and took off running. At the bottom of the hill, he jumped and sailed out over the water, coming down a respectable distance from shore. The water felt good, though it wasn’t really cool. The pond was only about six feet deep, so the sun kept it fairly warm. He turned and floated sideways as his friend started down the hill.

Jason realized his error and tried to stutter-step to correct, but it was too late. His foot hit the slippery dirt where the water lapped against the shore, and down he went with arms and legs flailing. Robert flinched as his friend belly-flopped into the water.

A second later, he burst out into laughter when Jason stood up. Half of his face and his arms up to the elbows were covered in the slimy black muck from the bottom of the pond. He was still cracking up when Jason dunked his head to wash the stuff off his face.

“Ten for sticking that landing,” he said between bouts of laughter.

“Yeah, well stick this!”

Rob dived as soon as he saw his friend lift the handful of black scum. He swam toward the opposite shore, knowing that in the small pond it wasn’t far enough. Though he tried to dive again the moment he sucked in a breath, Jason was ready for him. The disgusting projectile caught him in the back of the head.

Back and forth they went, hurling the smelly mud at each other while trying to dodge the return fire. When both caught a near simultaneous throw in the face, Rob called, “Truce.”

Jason spit and coughed. “Truce.”

They washed off the mud, but the smell lingered. With cold beers in hand, they didn’t mind much, though. Only minutes after they left the water, the bluegill returned. The fish were too tightly packed in the small pond to let something as trivial as humans invading their territory to rize escort stop their hunt for long.

The water virtually boiled along the edges, and a few of the fish even breeched, attempting to grab bugs clinging to the leaves above the surface. It was like an episode of Air Jaws in miniature, and enthralled them as they drank their beer.

“What have we here?”

Robert knew they were busted when he heard the voice. She and his mother talked all the time, and there was no way she could have missed what was going on. He turned toward her while futilely trying to hide his beer anyway.

“Relax. I’m not going to tell your parents,” the blonde said as she walked down the trail toward them.

Rob saw her bike parked at the top of the hill and silently cursed himself for not having paid enough attention to hear her coming. At the same time, he couldn’t help but admire her. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off long, gorgeous legs, and a t-shirt that made her tits look incredible. She was the same age as his mother, but she was still hot as hell.

“Let me guess. The cooler buried by the pecan tree?” she said as she reached the edge of the pond. When both of their eyes widened in surprise, she chuckled and added, “You’re hardly the first, you know. Your uncle used to leave us beer there too, Robert.”

Caught off-guard, Rob said, “You mean, you and Mom? Uncle Walt?”

“Uh huh.” She leaned forward until she could see their poorly hidden beer and said, “Bud Light. You’re lucky. Your uncle drank Pabst.” She made a face and let out an exaggerated gagging sound.

“So, you’re not going to rat us out?” Jason asked.

“No, but if you don’t pay any more attention than you were today, you may not be so lucky next time.”

Jason smiled, said, “Screw it, then,” and took a long pull of his beer.

Rob decided to follow his friend’s lead, and added a salute with the can before taking a drink.

She laughed, but then fanned her hand in front of her face. “Got into a bit of a mudslinging war, did we?”

“He started it,” Rob said while pointing accusingly at his friend.

“I think you both finished it. You might want to hose yourselves off before you go in the house. That stink will get you in more trouble than getting caught drinking. You do realize this used to be a cow pond, years and years ago. At least part of that muck probably used to be cow patties.”

Jason got a look in his eyes that Robert knew all too well. Sure enough, his friend cracked, “Well, great. That’s some bullshit.” For a fraction of a second, Rob thought that one went a little too far, but thankfully, Ms. Lake only shook her head, rolled her eyes, and chuckled. “You’d better drink up. The rest of them are only getting hotter.”

“Nah,” Robert said while reaching for his backpack. He opened it and pulled out the lunchbox.

She pursed her lips and nodded in approval. “Insulated lunchbox. Good idea. Our second was always lukewarm, and the third was hot.”

Jason downed the last of his beer and said, “Give me another.”

Rob followed his friend’s lead, finished his beer, and then retrieved another for both of them.

“And ice packs,” Ms. Lake said. “Ingenious little sneaks, aren’t you?”

Robert admitted, “Well, it was my brother’s idea. That’s how he used to do it.”

“The bucket in the cooler was my idea,” she proudly said, “It used to smell horrible because people left the water sitting in it. That’s how it goes. Everybody adds something. The first cooler was metal, way back when. After it rusted out, somebody put the plastic one there.”

“It doesn’t smell real good right now,” Jason said.

Rob thought for a moment and said, “Maybe we should hose it down with Lysol, then wipe it down and let it air out.”

“There you go. Keep the chain going.” The blonde looked out over the pond, wiped her brow with her sleeve and said, “The water sure looks inviting about now.”

“You could always take a dip.” Jason suggested.

Robert couldn’t help imagining her with soaked clothes clinging to her. It only took a second of that for the idea to change to skinny-dipping, which happened rather frequently in the pond. Blood rushed between his legs as he fantasized about the hot, older woman standing naked in the water.

She turnedtoward them, wearing a crooked grin. “Not today. You could lend me one of those ice packs for a minute, though.”

Rob pulled one out and handed it over. She pressed it against her forehead and let out a moan that sounded distinctly sexual to him. Next, she put the ice pack against her cheeks, one after the other, and then tilted her head back to hold it against her neck. That caused her breasts to lift, accentuating the already eye-catching display.

It didn’t stop there, though.

She pulled down the neck of her shirt and held the ice pack against her chest. Even though he really couldn’t see anything, the thought of it being so close to her tits escort rize was enough to make his already hard cock throb.

She let out a relieved sigh, and then handed the ice pack back. “Okay, I’ll leave you two to your fun. Remember, be more careful. I just couldn’t resist seeing if I could scare the pants off you.”

Rob chuckled. “You did.”

With that, she gave a wave and started back up the hill. Rob couldn’t help but stare at her ass. The way she moved was pure sexual magic. Not wanting to get caught, he looked away when she reached her bike.

Jason leaned in close and whispered, “If she wanted my pants off, all she had to do was ask.”

Rob could hardly disagree with that.

****

Robert tossed his phone on the bed with an exasperated sigh, and then flopped down next to it. The last text from Bill clinched it. All of his friends were tied up in family reunions, off on vacation, or otherwise unavailable.

Stuck out in the sticks with nothing to do was not how he wanted to spend even one day of his last summer before college.

As he mulled over the idea of asking to borrow one of the cars, the message tone on his phone sounded. Praying someone had a change of plans, he picked up his phone to see that the message was from his brother. There was another care package waiting for him. At least he could be bored and buzzed.

He looked out the window and saw his mother walking out back with a basket full of laundry. He knew that the time to hang everything on the clothesline provided the perfect opportunity to make his escape unnoticed, so he took it.

The stop at the cooler revealed a surprise. His brother must have been celebrating something, because there were four bottles of Corona in the bucket instead of the standard Bud Light or Coors Light. Riding with the bottles in the backpack proved to be unnerving. Every so often, he could hear them clinking, and knew that one of them breaking would be a disaster.

While riding carefully around the bumps and potholes, he glanced down the drive to Ms. Lake’s house. A once tense part of the journey was something entirely different since she’d shown up at the pond two days before. He rode by slowly, but didn’t see her.

He smiled as he wondered whether she was out in the back yard in her bikini. He had many a fond memory of sneaking through the woods with his friends and a pair of binoculars to take in that vision. It also sparked a daydream about her repeating the sexy display from the pond, but this time with a cold bottle of beer, and in that bikini.

That train of imagination carried him quite well through the ride, leaving him rock hard and surprised that he’d already reached the pond. Upon walking down to the shore, what she’d said on that last visit inspired more creativity.

Ditching a beer he was drinking was easy enough. That left any others in his backpack, though. He could try hiding the backpack, but that would likely leave a trail through the tall grass. Tossing it or the lunchbox was no guarantee that it would land somewhere that it couldn’t be seen. Looking across the water provided the solution.

He stripped down to his shorts, and then pulled out the lunchbox. Holding it above his head, he swam across the pond and carefully reached through the cattails. Beyond that leafy barrier and within the weeds, it was difficult to see even up close. Upon swimming back across and then climbing up the hill, he was satisfied that his stash of booze was sufficiently cloaked from prying eyes, but still accessible.

So, access it he did.

All in all, things could have been worse. He was bored, and a little lonesome, but floating in the water and drinking a cold beer on a hot and muggy day certainly had its charms.

He heard the sound of a bicycle approaching as he finished his first beer. A quick toss hid the bottle in the weeds behind him. A few pushes of his arms moved him away from the open spot on the shore, but still let him see the top of the hill through the cattails. There, he remained still and kept watch.

Much to his relief, he saw Ms. Lake looking out over the pond. She was in a t-shirt and shorts again, giving him a wonderful view of her body. With the danger averted, he swam over for a better look.

“Well, I guess I didn’t manage to sneak up on you this time, huh?” she said as she climbed off her bike.

“Nope.”

She started down the hill and said, “That’s step one.” When she reached the shore, she looked over at the backpack. “You’re out in the water and this is right here, though.”

“Go ahead. Take a look,” he said rather smugly.

“Okay, I will.” She knelt down and unzipped the backpack. “Very good. No evidence here.”

He gave her a minute to stand back up and look around the area before saying, “Well?”

“I don’t see it. Good job. Out here by yourself today?”

“Yeah, everybody’s busy.”

“Well, it’s no fun to drink alone. You could always give me one and rize escort bayan solve that problem.”

That was a surprise. He was still new to the thought that she didn’t care if he was drinking beer, and here she was asking to have one with him.

“Yeah. Sure. I’ve got four, and it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to drink them all myself, anyway.”

“Good thinking.” She laughed and said, “Now, let’s see where you hid them.”

Rob swam to his hiding place and reached through the cattails, doing his best to keep his knees from digging into the mud on the bottom. He pulled out two beers, and then turned around.

“Just stay there. I came prepared today,” she said.

It was all he could do to keep his mouth from dropping open when she pulled her shirt over her head. The bikini top she revealed had a pink floral pattern, and while it wasn’t especially tiny, it showed off each and every inch of her cleavage. Next to go were her sandals, and then her shorts. The pattern of the bottom matched the top, and it had the same level of teasing coverage.

She had never had children, and it showed. Her stomach was flat and unlined — sexy as hell. He only realized he was holding his breath when she gave a little hop and dived gracefully into the water.

“Whew, that feels good,” she said as she surfaced right in front of him. “Corona. Living the high life today, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Her nipples poked at the soaked material of her top, letting him see that they were as large as the tip of his pinky finger. He kept it together — though his shorts were getting tighter — and handed her one of the bottles. She twisted off the top and gave it a toss that landed it right next to one of her sandals. He gave his top a flip as well, and it bounced onto her t-shirt.

“Cheers,” she said, and held up her bottle.

He echoed, “Cheers,” and clinked his beer against hers.

They both took a long drink, and she let out a sigh as she pulled the bottle away from her lips. “Oh, that’s good. This brings back a lot of memories. I can’t even count how many times I came out here to drink or go skinny-dipping.”

Holy shit, he thought as that conjured up images of her cavorting naked in the water again, and sent him on a rapid rise to full erection.

“Ah, I caught you, didn’t I? You’ve been skinny dipping out here too.”

“What makes you think that?”

“You can’t fool me. I was young once, you know.”

He shook his head and took several gulps of his beer.

She broke out into a crooked grin and said, “Liar. I can see it in your eyes, and you’re blushing.” After that, she held her beer up next to his and said, “I’d better catch up.”

He made that more difficult when he tipped back his bottle to drink too. When she kept drinking, he did as well. In the end, they’d both chugged the remainder of the beer, and finished only a second apart.

She chuckled, waved her empty, and asked, “Did you have one before I got here?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to share the last one, then.” She handed him her bottle and said, “Put these over there and go get it.”

Rob swam over to the bank, sat down the empty bottles, and retrieved the last beer. Once again, he turned around to a pleasant surprise. Ms. Lake was floating on her back with her breasts breaking the surface. Her legs closed and parted as she slowly kicked, giving him glimpses of her bikini bottom clinging to her nether lips. He reached down to adjust his throbbing erection before she could open her eyes, and then swam toward her.

She let her legs sink and opened her eyes as she heard him approach. He opened the beer and handed it to her when she held out her hand. Her eye contact as she lifted the beer to her lips was intense — penetrating — and didn’t waver as she drank. Her lips made a quiet kissing sound as she finished, and then she passed the bottle to him.

Her gaze remained on him as he drank, swallowing harder than he normally would. Only a couple of inches remained in the bottom when he handed it back to her, and she finished it in one quick tip.

She smiled and licked her lips, forcing him to suppress a shudder. The bottle tumbled through the air a moment later when she tossed it onto the shore. Her lips pursed and her brow furrowed for a second, making him wonder what she was thinking. He didn’t have to ponder it for long.

“I’m keeping a secret for you,” she said while pushing with her hands to float away from him. “Can you keep one for me?”

“I guess.”

“That’s not good enough. Can you keep a secret? You can’t tell anyone. And I do mean anyone.”

“I… Okay.”

“Good.”

Rob’s heart skipped a beat when she reached behind her back, and he saw her bikini top go slack. She pinched the bottom of the cups, lifting the top, and bared her breasts to his wide-eyed gaze.

Though somewhat pendulous, her large breasts looked just as incredible as he had imagined them — many times. His earlier observation of her nipples through the top proved to be accurate. They stood out from the small pink circles of her areolas, and he could already imagine what they’d feel like between his lips.

She pulled the top over her head, and then moved in to drape it over his shoulder. “So what do you think?”

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As their friendship grows, how accepting will Steve be of Terry’s desire for a father figure? All characters are over the age of eighteen.

—

Over the week or so since Terry first visited, we got the chance to get to know each other a little more. Aside from being a keen car nut, my new acquaintance was just getting ready to go on to college. Being from a single-parent family, he helped out his mom by working on cars at the local service station during summers.

“Hey old man, want to go to a cruise night?” Terry dissed me in an amicable tone.

“Where and what is it?”

“Tomorrow night. Summer nights, at the Burger Barn.”

“Okay sure, as long as they have some classic muscle, I’m good.”

“I’m sure there will be one or two. Can you pick me up?”

“No problem, boy!” I chuckled. I was thinking about another kind of muscle.

–

I pumped out a few reps in the basement home gym and flexed in front of the mirror, before slipping on my Black Sabbath tank top. Might as well show off the arms. It was only a five-minute drive from Terry’s mom’s house to the burger joint. Luckily the cruise night consisted of a good mix of cars, from the ’50s and up. Terry and I gravitated to the Dodge and Chrysler area.

We circled a newer purple Dodge Charger. “This is a pretty good show, actually.” I gave the eighteen-year-old a football player slap on the shoulder blade.

“Yeah, this is nice.” He leaned back, “Not as nice as yours is going to be after we finish it.”

“Ha,” I laughed, “are you signing up for the grunt work?” He was wearing a black muscle tee that mirrored mine, so I squeezed his bare bicep. His warm muscle was smooth but firm. Developing, just like a young man’s muscle should. “You seem to be a strong candidate, anyway- boy!”

Terry leaned his head towards my grip approvingly. “Sure thing, whatever you say, old man.” He smiled like we were becoming good friends.

More than friends, I thought. Leaning over the back end of a late-sixties Dodge Charger, I was checking out the long back glass and condition of the upholstery.

“These old cars tend to get cracks and fading in the- what the hell?” I felt a hand reaching under the side gap in my tank top tickling under my arms and grazing my nipple.

“Gotcha, old man!”

“Yeah, you did.” My nipple hardened and cock twinged in a quick revisiting of the encounter we had at my garage along with future possibilities. It was unexpected, but I liked that A lot! “You better watch it, or this old man is going to take care of you- boy!” Pleased that Terry still had our hard cocks on his mind, I dropped lots of sexy innuendos along the stroll through the rest of the cars that we were checking out. Dusk was about an hour away when we hit the edge of the cars next to the sports field.

“See any other cars you like, kid?” I mussed up his blonde hair with my hand.

“Naw, not right now.” There was a hint of longing as his blue eyes scanned the football goal posts.

He probably missed a lot of sports not having a regular father figure around. “Hey I have a football in the back seat, you wanna play a little catch?”

“Catch?” His cute face brightened.

“Or we could play catch and tackle if that’s too boring for you.”

“Catch and- tackle.” His smile turned upward cockily, “old man.”

I gave him a jesting shove on the shoulder pushing him backwards. “We’ll see won’t we?”

Jogging over to the truck, we passed the football back and forth all the way back to the empty crabgrass field. The lights, noise and music from the car show dimmed in the background. I tossed off my shirt and shoes. “Don’t want to get my shirt dirty, in case you get lucky, kid.”

“Good idea Steve.” Terry copied me after giving my chest a lengthy stare.

I tossed him the ball then put my back to the goal post. “Let’s see what you got kid.”

Terry shuffled his feet then headed straight towards me, making an easily anticipated turn to the right. I reacted, getting both arms around him from behind. With much more strength I arched my back and wrestled him to the ground, With one arm around his chest Terry squirmed in my strong grip. I ended up on my back with him on top. I used my free hand to clutch the bulge in his shorts squeezing until his eighteen-year-old cock responded.

I finger-flicked the ridge before letting him go, “Nice try, kid.” I laughed and swished the grass from the side of my back.

“Let’s see how fast you are old man,” Terry had a big smile. Clearly, he was having a lot of fun. He tossed the ball to me.

From twenty feet away, I made a dash to the right, faking a switch in directions. I didn’t try hard. I wanted it to be easy for Terry to catch me. He was quick, punching the ball loose and getting two hands around my waist. Letting him knock me on the grass, I fell on my back again. The eighteen-year-old ended on top of me, with his athletic chest waist level.

“Caught you old man!” He smiled in victory.

“Yeah, you did,” I smiled enjoying the company of muğla escort my new young friend. “Now what are you gonna do?”

Terry let go of my wrapped-up waist and pinched both of my nipples, “This!”

I liked having my nipples played with and let him carry on until my cock erected and throbbed into his slim stomach. “Let’s see your best move, this time.” I bounced him off me onto the grass and stood up ready to throw the next pass.

Terry jumped up and ran laterally about thirty feet or so in front of me. Taking my time in reacting to his catch and run, I put on my best sprint. Barely catching him from behind, I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and waist bringing him down heavily face-first into the grass with me on top of him.

Terry was laughing with his face sideways in the damp grass. “You barely caught me, old man.”

“Damn,” I was breathing heavily into the back of his neck with Terry pinned underneath my bodyweight. Terry was moving his butt slowly from side to side, causing my prominent cock to erect like steel. It felt indecently natural, instinctive to grind my hard cock against his young butt. His warm back was pliant next to my bare chest. I was catching my breath and Terry was still wearing a smile. “You are fast, aren’t you- boy?”

“Uh-huh.” Terry agreed playfully.

“But I caught you,” I humped a couple of firm thrusts against his butt, before hopping off.

“I’ll get you this time.” Brightly smiling, Terry jumped up and tossed me the football.

I dashed sideways then changed direction before heading to the goal line. Lucky for me, just as he was about to catch hold, Terry slipped in the damp grass. I made my run and dive for the goal line. Terry wrapped his arms around my ankles but it was too late.

“Go-allllll!” I made a long mock-TV-announcer chant, flat on my back extending the football in outstretched arms. “Steve wins. Let the celebration begin!” Terry never stopped smiling for the whole time we were horsing around.

“You got lucky, old man.” Terry was semi-prone near my legs, covered in grass blades.

Dusk was creeping in. Pretty soon the unlit field would be pitch black. “What’s my prize?” I smiled at Terry. I was having almost as much fun as he was.

The eighteen-year-old shuffled up my leg until he was waist level. “What do you want the prize to be?” Terry scratched a fingernail along the denim texture of my jeans over my bulging cock making arousing soft vibrations. He continued until the ridge of my cock head made a pronounced edge.

“This is a good prize, Terry.” I ran my fingers through his hair. It was really good. Terry seemed to have an intuition about what I liked and how to tease me. Although tortuous, it was heavenly. “…but… and we could get caught.”

“Mmm, you are getting really hard, and big- old man.”

“Shit.” Terry was unbuttoning my jeans. If someone walked over from the car show to the parking lot, we’d get caught. He unzipped my jeans folding the denim to the side and ran his fingertips along the fabric of my boxers this time. “Man, that feels so fucking good.”

“You have a big cock- a big daddy cock.” The eighteen-year-old lifted the elastic of my boxers letting the trapped portion of my upper penis spring up and extend over my navel.

“Fuck me.” A daddy cock, just the taboo-ness of the words made me throb.

Terry licked the slit in my glans and frenulum with a needy skill, leaving cool saliva all over the sensitive parts of my cock. “I bet I could make you cum like this if I kept licking.”

“Yes,” I was breathy rocking my head. “You could.”

“Daddy.”

My cock throbbed into his kissy lips when he said the word. That taboo word. “Ngh.”

“Oh, you like that Steve, “He licked then kissed my glans, “when I call you daddy!”

My cock jutted up, and Terry opened his warm lips to accept it in an open kiss. “Fuck.”

“See you do!” Terry’s blue eyes seemed sharp and bright in the darkness. He opened his mouth, just over my cock head. “Make it jump into my mouth again- daddy.”

My pc muscles tightened without coaxing as my cock jumped into his lips. “Mmm god.”

Terry shuffled to the side, laying his face on my bare abs, taking the head of my cock into his warm eager mouth.

“Oh, you have a really big fat cock- daddy.” He moaned over it, sucking, while his hand clutched and squeezed the exposed part of my cock shaft.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm, yeah!” I pressed his head down crunching my abs so I thrust up into his mouth as far as I could.

Terry suctioned while looping his tongue circularly around my knob in fast and slow circumferences. “Fuck that feels good — Terry,”

I took a deep breath, my balls tightened, should I say? “You’re a good cock sucker- boy…” his fist squeezed on my cock, “-son.”

The eighteen-year-old grated his teeth over my corona moaning over my shaft. “Mmm daddy.”

I gasped and flinched. Terry flipped his tongue side to side across my frenulum. “Suck- daddy’s- ugh, cock like- like- muğla escort bayan a- oh fuck- good boy.” I stuttered the incestuous word-play out.

Playing a pouty expression, Terry lifted to look up at me “Yes daddy, I’ll suck it good!” Locking onto the head like a baby bottle, he applied serious suction while licking at the tip. His hand squeezed and jerked the burning imminence all the way up my cock shaft.

“Ah shit,” Good boy. Suck daddy’s cock. I immersed myself in the taboo words.

Rapidly my breathing increased, with Terry’s head rising and falling in time with my abdomen. “Fuck, I’m gonna- fuck- damn- here- it- comesssssss.” I wrapped both hands over his head, as the silky slick sperm welled and shot up my cock.

“Mmm, mmm,” Terry moaned over my glans, as I jetted cum into the young man’s warm mouth. His fist squeezed and released as my penis pulsed and over. I could feel the hot stickiness of my semen leaking out of his mouth onto my convulsing stomach muscles.

“Mmm daddy,” Rotating his lips over my penis, he continued locked onto me like a suction cup, opening and closing his lips, drinking in my cum, until I finally stopped gasping.

“Jesus Christ that was good!”

“Did you like it- daddy?” Terry emphasized the last word stirring his finger in the puddle of cum on my pubis.

“Mmm, hmm,” I rubbed his hair. Grasping my shaft, the teen licked his lips proud that he had inflicted the dirty pleasure on my cock. I looked at the tablespoon-sized creamy blob, then up at him. “Lick up the rest of- daddy’s cum-,” I paused, “son.”

Terry smiled, sticking his tongue out lapping at the remaining cum, concluding his licking by cleaning my cock with slow long licks. “Yes, daddy!” He chuckled.

“Good boy.” I encouraged him, my cock not wanting to deflate under Terry’s long slow wet tongue dragging. “Lick daddy’s cum.” He lapped at my cock and cum drools for at least two minutes before I was cleaned up. When I recovered and looked around the sky was dark. Thankfully no audience either.

It looked like the car show had downsized by about a half when we headed back.

Terry still had his shirt off. Feeling natural, comfortable, I reached around his shoulder and pulled him close. The teen leaned into my shoulder. “Do you want to grab a snack?” I gestured to the Burger Barn.

“Sounds great.” Terry’s smile mirrored his endless enthusiasm. Stopping to put his shirt on, his eyes met mine in what felt like a questioning gaze.

Honestly, I worried about that look. Had I pushed things too far? Was he having regrets? Was my influence ill-placed? Terry matched my pace when I walked into the fast-food joint. When the tray came up with a double order of fries and diet cokes, we settled into a booth across from each other. I didn’t need to be a psychologist to know something was on his mind.

“Hey are you okay,” I asked empathetically, “is there something you wanted to talk about?”

“I just thought-,” the eighteen-year-old paused searching for words or confidence.

“Keep going, trust me, you can talk about anything with me, Terry.”

“I thought, it would have been great to have had you as a dad.”

I was flattered, in shock and silent. My body language must have been accepting though as Terry continued.

“Well, I mean my dad left us quite a while ago, Steve.”

“I would have loved to have had you as a son, you’re a terrific kid.” I praised him honestly and admitted my feelings.

As if a weight had been lifted, Terry’s eyes sparkled.

“Plus, I have a great assistant mechanic!” I leaned over the table and flicked a French-fry at the teen.

“If you would have been my dad,” Terry quieted his voice and leaned to the table edge, “I would have got to peek at his big cock all the time!”

That was a hot fantasy, and never having any children, the fantasies were thrilling. “I would have taught my son how to jack off, properly.”

Things were pretty laid back when I dropped Terry off at his mom’s house. It felt like we were each in thought or daydream land. I was. “Thanks for inviting me to the car show, Terry.”

“Thanks for coming it was great.”

“Yeah, it was, and don’t forget two nights from now, we have some more work on the Challenger.”

“Cool, I’m going to make a CNC part for your car.”

“That’s great.” I gave him a wink before he jumped out of the truck. “Go rub one out!”

—

I spent the next night organizing the garage, filling at the very least ten garbage bags. I tidied up everything. Junk went to the garbage dump, and the metal recycling place. I tossed a few old car parts as well. That little bit, well a lot, of clean-up exposed about five years of dust resulting in a trip to the local home centre for a new shop vacuum. By the time I was done, the shop and garage looked like a professional workshop. Why didn’t I do this years ago?

Yes, I was cleaning things up to make the garage more presentable, but was I reading too much into this friendship escort muğla with Terry? He’s young, things could change. I should be more laid back, and temper my expectations. The garage looked great though. That at the very least, inspired me to take a trip back to the local auto parts store and splurge on a car-themed neon beer fridge, and a couple of Dodge bar stools.

After reorganizing the tool chest, I decided to throw the not-so-clean shop coveralls into the wash. Best to wash the greasy work stuff in a separate cycle, I started up the washer eyeing my stack of girly magazines. Could use a refresher on the pin-up girls as well. I smirked to myself and picked a couple of decent centrefolds.

With my hands on my hips, I checked out the Challenger in the middle of the garage. What am I missing? Beer shit there was only about a half-hour before the liquor store was closing.

I slammed the damp coveralls into the dryer and grabbed my keys. Thankfully my wife was immersed in the walking dead or something like that, so I did not have to engage her questions.

I was proud of myself.

The beer fridge was only half full but looked great. I re-hung the coveralls on a hook right next to the new pin-up girls. They had a few wear holes and rips, but I don’t think they looked that clean ever!

Tiredness was creeping in, it was already almost midnight so I made a couple of shopping list notes, and hit the sack. I’d be lying if I didn’t hope Terry would like it too.

—

I was still dragging myself out of bed when my phone pinged. It was only 7:30 am and I was getting a text from Terry.

-We still on for tonight?

-Yeah absolutely I even cleaned up the garage a little

-Sounds good — I have to pick up the CNC part from my school shop class Time?

-Any time after 4 is good

-Cya then

I thought I’d text a little innuendo

-be prepared to work hard

-yes

-or be hardworking

-😉

-Hey do you want me to pick up some snacks or energy food?

-I like snickers

-Sure

-Thanks Steve

-np

–

That was it, I had to make sure I went by the convenience store on the way back from work today.

Instead of saying I was checking out early, 3:30 rolled around, and I made an excuse for a location field visit. I was hitting a store on the way home but in reality, that field visit was with my new young apprentice.

Thank God, for self-checkouts! I scanned the few snack bars then looked over my shoulder before scanning a tube of sex lube and a small vibrating cock ring. I was going to buy two but thought better of it in case there was a cashier with prying eyes and deviant thoughts.

Terry was already at my garage door when I pulled in with the pickup.

“I thought you weren’t here Steve.” He looked happy and relieved.

I bunched up the small plastic bag. “Sorry pal, it took me longer to get home in traffic.” Terry’s body felt relaxed when I gave him a one-armed more-than-a-friend-hug.

Terry held his hands behind his back. “I have something.”

He looked sly but proud. “What is it?”

“Hellcat transmission cross member to fit your Challenger.”

“Seriously, holy shit. How did you get that?”

“I took the measurements, and a guy made this at school for me. Fresh off the CNC machine.”

“Wow, that’s incredible.” I was thrilled. “How much- I mean how much do I owe you?”

“Gratis.” Terry handed it to me. “As long as you let me keep helping you.”

“Of course,” I gave him a double-armed hug, “I’ll need a test pilot someday!”

Terry put his arms around my waist. Flashbacks of a few nights earlier hardened my cock to a bulge. Simultaneously I could feel the eighteen-year-old’s warm wood on my thigh,

“Wait until you see the garage.”

Terry hesitated, “Steve, it is okay if I come around here. You don’t mind?”

“Sure, sure, any time. As long as your mom is okay with it. I L- I like having you here. Come around- I m- mean.” Measuring my words, so Terry would not feel overwhelmed or obligated I opened the door to the garage. “Have a look!”

“Holy- it looks totally new in here!” The teen wandered around, then headed to the beer fridge.

“I put some diet coke in there too.” I pointed to the side shelf, “not just beer!”

“It’s like a man-cave.”

“Well almost.” I chuckled, pleased that he was enjoying my housekeeping efforts.

Unexpectedly the door burst open, “I thought I heard voices out here!” My wife Mary strode in looking over the garage, then Terry.

“It looks good in here, did you make him do all that work?”

“No, I did it. And Mary this is Terry a local car enthusiast from the high school.” I pointed over to the car. “He’s going to help with the Dodge.” I opened my stance introducing my cute young helper, “Mary is my wife. Mary, this is Terry, he’s just about ready to graduate from high school.”

“Nice to meet you, Mary,” Terry extended his hand politely.

“Well, aren’t you just full of manners?” My wife extended her hand shaking his. “And he’s cute, he looks just like Justin Bieber.”

“You’re embarrassing my helper, Mary.”

“I’m sorry,” She smiled but I could tell she liked him and liked provoking an embarrassing moment. “But I do have some pizzas I’m baking if you feel like having some Terry.”

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AUTHOR’S INTRODUCTION:

It’s pretty obvious that this is a bisexual story. To me, it’s a fun little story a bit over three Literotica pages — give or take. I wouldn’t want anyone to take this too seriously, but it does touch on serious issues. We all make choices in our lives, and this story is about choices — the moves we make in life that shape the way we live our lives. It’s close to Christmas, so I’ll send this as a gift along with the hope you have both a good Christmas and a good life. ~ yukonnights

*****

Scene One; A hard question with a perfect answer

“Kris, sit down. There’s something we need to talk about.”

“What is it Samantha — you seem troubled?”

“It’s easier to just come out and say it; Kris, I found your Literotica account. You left it open on your computer and I was just curious. Babe, I read your comments on the LGBT discussion board about being bisexual. It hurt to read that you felt a need to keep that hidden from me.”

Just her words cause my heart beats to pound inside my head like a drum beat — I almost feel faint…. “I … uh, I was just passing time Sam I wasn’t serious — you know that, don’t you?”

“Kris, let’s be honest about this. And just so you know, I’m not surprised or concerned about you being bi. The only discomfort I have is that you didn’t think you could be honest with me. We’ve talked about the big hullabaloo about gays and bi people — you know I’m educated enough to understand that non-binary sexuality is a normal human trait in some people.”

“I know Sam, it’s just more complicated for the person who isn’t straight. To be honest, I was ashamed to tell you — afraid of what you’d think.”

“I figured as much and that’s why I wanted to get this all out into the light of day. Hon, like I said, I’m not troubled that you’re bi — I’m troubled that you thought you couldn’t trust me. If it makes you feel better then I’ll confess to having some bi experiments in college myself. Have you ever acted on your desires?”

“Never since we’ve been together — I swear. But I explored a bit in college too … maybe I should say a good bit since it was with my roommate — but when you and I got together, I left all of that behind. But yeah, the thoughts and fantasies are still there … I guess you could say they’ve gotten stronger again in the last few years. I guess reading all those stories online sort of got me thinking about it all again.”

“There, that wasn’t so hard — was it?”

“No, and I should have told you sooner. I’m sorry Samantha.”

“I’m sorry too — but I’m partly sorry because we could have been exploring all of this together the past ten years.”

“I don’t understand — how would we do that?”

“Well, since you’re coming out with your bi desires — I guess I should fess up to my own kinky fantasies. I truly believe it’s healthy for us to share our secrets — all it takes is trust and I think we have that together. So, I’ve already confessed that I’ve been with another woman — like you, it was my roommate in college. At the end of the day, I enjoyed my times with her — it was so intimate and gentle … so different than with a man. When she kissed me it felt so perfectly natural. When I licked her for the first time it was like a damn burst inside and flooded me with new and exciting sensations and feelings. You know, you’ve gone down on me so you know what it’s like — how it feels and tastes. But, with the wisdom of past experience, I really do enjoy a man inside me more. But, I’m so curious about what two men do together — I mean, I know the details … but how does a man feel when he is mounted and penetrated? How does a man feel when another man kisses his lips? And now, knowing that you’ve actually had gay sex, my newest fantasy is wondering what you looked like in bed with your roommate. And thinking of that makes me think that I’d really love to watch you have sex with another guy — and since we’re being honest, my most kinky secret kink to admit is; Even before I knew about your past and current interest in guys, I’ve fantasized about what it’d be like to have another man in our bed with us… I just didn’t think to include you and the make-believe guy having sex with each other too.”

Hearing her words, I don’t know what to say — this is a lot to process. I look up to find her watching me, “I never even had a clue you were into other women … and you really want another man in our bed? And I’m also in that fantasy?”

“Believe me when I admit that secret was hard for me to come out and say. And like I said, you’re in bed with us. But, I didn’t see you and him having sex together — I’ll probably have to add that into my fantasies now. Anyway, I understand how you feel about opening up to these secrets — it feels risky and scary and I just wanted you to know that I kept secrets too. But I truly believe that we need to open up starting now — we must be honest and be able to trust each other. And, maybe I need to start reading stuff on Literotica? niğde escort So, are you creeped out about my fantasies?”

“Not at all — in fact, it’s sort of a dream come true. So, I’ll admit to fantasizing about another man in our bed too.”

“You’d be okay watching another man screw me?”

“So long as it’s good for you — but I think it would have to be the right guy. You know, someone we actually like and not just some casual wham bam. I don’t have any idea who that someone might be though.”

“I might … and it would probably be easier for me to initiate some extracurricular bedroom games than it would be for you. I’ve always thought that we women had the upper hand when it comes to finding a way to have sex. Right now, I’m thinking about a guy, Brett, at the clinic. Like me, he’s a nurse and he might fit the bill. He’s friendly with me, but I hardly know anything about him — and have no idea if he’s bi.”

“What makes you think he’d be a good choice?”

“Well, like you, he’s really a considerate guy and by that I mean he isn’t all macho and self adoring — more quiet and laid back. He’s also openly supportive of non-binary normalcy when the subject comes up at work — in short, he’s not a jerk or super ego. I find him attractive — he’s a lot like you in many ways. What kind of men do you find attractive?”

“I like what you just described. I know what you mean about the ego-trip guys and pushy types — I think someone who would be a real friend and not just a casual one time sexual thing is what I always think about. One thing that creeps me out is the thought of a hook-up with a total stranger — just seems too risky to me.”

“Exactly. I’m a bit surprised you want him to be a real friend, but that’s really what I’d prefer too — I’ve always thought that was more of a girl thing. It’s nice to know you have a soft spot too. Plus, I’m totally with you on the risky ones Babe — being a nurse I’ve seen some nasty stuff. But another thing, I also think having an emotional connection would make the sexual connection much more enjoyable for you — I know I have to have a deeper connection at some level. Do you think you could be emotionally intimate with another man — you know, with the right guy?”

“Yes, I think I need some kind of connection too, maybe even just a close friendship before it’d be comfortable. So, you do realize we’re talking about bringing another man into our bed — right?”

“Yep, but it’s only in our fantasies — we don’t have to really do it. But you can feel between my legs if you want to make sure I’m telling the truth about being open to the idea. I can already see your feelings from that bulge in your shorts.” Reaching out to him, his hard warmth fills my hand — I concentrate on opening up his cargo shorts as his hand slides into my pajama bottoms — eagerly taking me up on my offer to make sure I’m truly wet and aroused by all of this.

He probes me as we stand close, we look each other in the eye for a silent but meaningful moment before I get on my knees. I try to get his cargo shorts and briefs down at the same time — he lends a hand to make it easier. I honestly do love sucking cock and vow to myself to use my fantasy fueled zeal to prove to him that I’m telling the truth about being open to bringing another man into our sex life. As I take him between my lips, the feeling of having a mouthful of hard cock paints the image in my mind of him doing the same with Brett — I’ve fantasized about us with another man for a long time. All that time I just knew it would never happen — could never happen … and all along he was dreaming of it too. We should definitely agree to share our secrets more. Maybe it can finally come true for us now that we both know it’s a shared curiosity.

I lightly stroke her hair with the back with his hand — “Stand up Sam, let’s take this to our bed.”

Once we’re both free of the last stitch of clothes, I get onto the bed — when he joins me his fingers and lips quickly find my need … I let go of the future maybes and embrace the present reality, as hard warm cock fills me and I do the one thing that brings me more pleasure than anything in life — spread my legs wide in open vulnerability to my man. As he begins to fuck me, a picture of him fills my lust fueled thoughts — it’s him being him who’s the one getting the cock — as I watch the movie in my mind, I wonder if a man can feel this same pleasure from being so wide open and vulnerable to a hard cock?

Her soft moan as I enter her makes it easy to forget about any desire for a man — but making love, her words about a threesome refills me with lust and desire so strong it overwhelms my control … to have her involved makes it so much better … so much more real — suddenly I’m caught off guard — it’s all too intense — my seed — my cum erupts into her like a virgin with his first woman. I keep pushing against her with my failing erection … thankfully she too is ramped up to a supercharged niğde escort bayan level — my orgasm triggers her own release — we join into a shared bliss of oneness … as we ease back down, we truly become one in body and soul. “I love you Samantha … love you more than you can ever know.” She can’t speak yet, but as she pulls me tighter, I understand and melt into her love in return.

We lay spent, but still connected as one, as we drift in a daze of sexual satisfaction — my mind floats back to her words … to her proposal to bring another man into our bed. In the fog of my thoughts, I see myself sucking her friend from work as she watches. I see her on her back, legs open for him — open for his cock. The doubt and fear of ruining everything we’ve built together creeps back in as the waves of sexual arousal eases — but neither fear or doubt retains the substance or strength like before. Now that she’s opened the door, now that we’ve opened our secrets … we’ll just have to see how we feel in the days ahead. I roll off of her and she goes into our bathroom to clean up the mess I left in her — I watch in the dim light as her beautiful naked body walks away from our bed. Do I really want to share her? We’ll just have to talk more and see if this is real or just lust and horny fantasy. As I listen to the tinkling music her pee makes as it splashes in the toilet, I realize how lucky I am to have her love and trust. If she truly wants to watch me with another man — really wants another man’s cock herself —just have to wait and see.

When we awaken the next morning, we’re still snuggled close. I ease her over onto her back, kiss her lips … down her neck and take her aroused nipple between my lips. I suckle her and softly tease her other nipple with my fingers, knowing she is very sensitive to this pleasure. I reclaim my lips to tell her, “That was pretty hot thinking about you having sex with another man.”

“Yeh, it was pretty erotic, wasn’t it? Seems we both can’t hide our interest.”

She’s discovered that I too have very sensitive nipples and rather than taking the bait of my words to talk more about another man, she begins to suck first one taught nub and then the other. Actually, it’s something we enjoy together quite often. She even uses a suction bulb sometimes to enlarge and lengthen mine. I’ve always loved her small breasts and it took me a long time to convince her I was telling the truth — but finally she believed me and came to enjoy having them being appreciated more and more. Every time we go to the nude hot springs it’s always pretty obvious that other men enjoy her beauty and that’s really boosted her assurance and given her what she needed to feel good about her body. Finally, the demands of the body force us both out of bed. She brushes her teeth while watching me pee, then I brush my teeth and enjoy the trust we share and the intimacy it allows.

*****

Since it’s Saturday, we have a slow leisurely morning but eventually last night’s discussion is taken up again. “So, now that we’re not so horny, do you still think you’d like that guy from your office, Brett, in our bed?”

“Not right now — you’ve more than taken the edge off my needs. But yes. I didn’t bring the question up without thinking it through beforehand. I now know you’re bi, and since I love you, I don’t want to be a roadblock to you living your life to the fullest. I think we should consider it a serious option. How about you; have you had enough time to think about it?”

“Yeh, I’m willing to take it as a serious option Sam — open to further investigation and discussion — maybe lots of discussion. I don’t know anyone who I’d feel comfortable with discussing it with though — you really think this Brett guy at the clinic might be for real?”

“It’s impossible to know for sure, but what if we all drove up to the hot springs to get acquainted? It might give us all a chance to feel each other out and see where it goes. I mean I work with the guy, so I know him. But, If you don’t like him, nothing ventured nothing gained and we keep looking. I’ve heard of swinger clubs, but have never heard of one around here — plus, neither of us like clubs much.”

“No, I hate clubs more than you Sam … and a swinger group doesn’t sound like the place we’d find some emotional connection either. Let’s not rush into anything, and the guy you know sounds better to me than swingers. Plus, the hot springs idea sounds good. It gets us all in our pool clothes — and probably naked together and then we can see where it goes. If we go to Breitenbush Hot Springs, we could even book a room and stay the night if it all works out?”

“That sounds like a plan — thank goodness we live in Oregon where nudity isn’t a crime. And now, I have a question I didn’t bring up last night — it’s pretty personal.”

“No more secrets, isn’t that what you said Sam? Ask away.”

“With your roommate, did you guys go the whole way — I mean, did you escort niğde fuck?”

“Yes. He was a submissive bottom type. We didn’t do it a lot because it was a bit of trouble getting him all ready for it — you know, showers and then he had to do the old enema butt clean-out thing. But we both enjoyed it when we did. I was curious and let him do me a few times — I enjoyed it but we both enjoyed him being on the bottom more. I think he was just hardwired to be the bottom, so that’s mostly the way it was. But for the most part, sucking each other every night satisfied us.”

“Did you use condoms when you screwed him?”

“No, we were young and stupid. Thankfully, we were both too shy to do anything with anyone else. I lost touch with him after graduation, but I imagine him in a gay relationship now. I hope he met someone to love — he was a super nice guy. I never saw or knew of him dating a woman though, so that’s why I hope he’s found the right man to love.”

“So, that makes me more confident about you really being bisexual — to bad you don’t know another bi guy. I guess our best shot at this point is for me to feel out Brett at the clinic — any suggestions on what to say to Brett? It seems like you and me getting on the same page might have been the easy part — now comes the hard part of finding the right guy to approach. Now I can sort of get a sense of how hard it is for people to find someone who might be open for a same-sex relationship.”

“I’m pretty clueless about finding other bi men Sam. Is there any opportunity to even bring up the subject of bisexuality or even swingers with Brett?”

“Maybe, there’s one female nurse who is pretty openly hostile to anything gay. Perhaps I could casually ask Brett what he thinks of her. His answer will tell us something — he’s either with her or against her. That might open the door to more discussion on the subject. If he does open up, I could maybe mention that my husband experimented in college and such — you know, sort of segue in with casual chit chat on the subject?”

“That sounds like a decent icebreaker. If he seems congenial to the issue, perhaps you could find out more about him and once you’ve got him figured out better — and obviously only if it seems like a good idea — you could invite him over one night for dinner or something?”

“It’s certainly worth a try. I’m really glad you found Literotica and I’m glad I found your account and real feelings about all of this.”

“I about fainted when you first told me — but now I’m as happy as you are that it’s all out in the open. Plus, I would have never found out that you’ve been with another woman — or that you wanted another man in our bed. I’m in sort of a constant state of being aroused just talking about all of it with you. I take it that this Brett fellow checks all of your boxes, eh?”

“Well, it’s not like I have a crush on him, or anything.”

“But, you do think about him in bed with you, right?”

“I could just say it’d all be so you can have a safe suck-buddy.”

“But that wouldn’t be the truth, eh Sam?”

Her wink and shy smile is her answer and she captures my heart once again — she leans over to meet my lips in a very passionate kiss. It’s almost like when we first started dating — only better, now we can be totally honest with each other.

*****

Scene Two: More questions, more answers

The next day back at the clinic, I’m intentionally friendly with Brett and hope I can get him to go on our lunch break together. I’m relieved when he seems eager. The rest of the morning drags on and on in slow motion it seems. Finally, it’s time to find him and have our shared lunch.

“It’s nice to finally be able to sit down and get to know you better. You’ve worked here long enough that I feel I should know you better — bloody slave drivers we work for, eh?” Brett smiles at my attempt at an introduction to … what I’m hoping might build into a special friendship outside the clinic.

“First I want to thank you for asking me to share our lunch break. I’m sure you know the feeling of being the new kid on the block. But I’m glad to be here — you wouldn’t want to get close to the clinic I left. But this group seems on top of things and I’m still learning the intricacies of some of the equipment. How long have you worked here Samantha?”

“Coming up on four years. My husband, Brett, got a great job offer from a commercial general contractor not long after he graduated from OSU. I went to work here and the rest is history. We’re both originally from Idaho, are you a native son here?”

“No, I was raised in Kansas, and was really ready for a change. I chose the Portland area for my medical training. Just so you know, it’s way nicer down here than it is in Portland — so much more relaxed and slower paced.”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me — I dread having to go up there. The traffic scares me every time.”

“Ha, so you get what I mean?”

“Well, I’m glad you’ve joined us down here, you’re already a big help. What does your wife think about the move?”

“I don’t know — I don’t have a wife.”

“Duh, I guess that was a stupid question, wasn’t it?”

“Nah, we’re just getting acquainted so you couldn’t know. And your husband, what do you two enjoy here in Oregon?”

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This is the third installment of my on and off affair with my now former boss. We worked together for two years before I ended my affair with the man 12 years my elder, only to rekindle our relationship over the Christmas holiday. For those of you who have written nice feedback, THANKS! For those who insist that I am a loose morals slut, you are entitled to your opinion. At your request this story is about a babysitting assignment I had about a year into our relationship.

I’m not proud I was involved with a married man. It wasn’t something I had planned, but the fact is I did seduce my boss, K. Lawrence Little, the Vice President of a bank Credit Department. I am not proud about it, but I do admit to having this relationship with then man who is 12 years older than me.

It wasn’t planned, but while we were in the throws of our relationship, it was surely red-hot.

In the last two installments of my chronicling of this affair I’ve described how we met, how I seduced him, how he later led me on and how I dumped the married man with a family. I also described how we had gotten back together for some raunchy sex on Christmas Eve, 2002. Along the way I’ve discussed how I continued to date other guys while secretly meeting my boss in a variety of locations for sexual escapades. My other boyfriends had no idea of my relationship with my boss, nor did his wife have any inkling of his infidelities.

I mentioned a few of our, uh, activities, and how we’d have escapades in various locations. One such adventure that drew several requests from readers for me to reveal was my night of babysitting.

Now, on the surface it was innocent enough. Mr. Little and I had been meeting, first in his office, then, after his concerns of being caught in a compromising situation at work with his administrative assistant, we moved most of our liaisons to his car or various external locations. I have to admit the baseball dugout at lunchtime on a workday was quiet exciting given the number of people who were in the vicinity. But the babysitting assignment and resulting activities that evening were superbly erotic and supplied some of my hottest memories of our affair.

Mr. Little and his wife Mary had long been scheduled for an evening charity event at the Philadelphia Art Museum. It was always strange for me, working for the man and dealing with many of his personal issues while at the same time having an intimate relationship with him.

On this particular day all seemed well until I answered his telephone at about 4 p.m. on the day of the Art event. “Mr. Little’s office, may I help you?”

“Robyn, it’s Mary,” said a frantic sounding woman. Mrs. Little had been married to my boss for 15 years. She regularly called him at the office, and knew her voice by heart. The woman was about 5-6, just a bit taller than me, with auburn hair and a never-ending bright smile. I may have outweighed her by a smidge, but then, my 34c top was definitely bigger than hers.

“Oh hi Mrs. Little, how are you?”

“Not too good, Robyn” she despairingly replied. “Tonight’s the charity event and my babysitter just cancelled. I’ve been frantically trying to find a replacement but I haven’t had much luck. Lin is going to be so upset, he was so much looking forward to our evening. He likes rubbing arms with all those dignitaries and celebrities.”

I’m not sure why, but after a little more talk I mentioned to Mrs. Little that I was available that evening for emergency duty if she needed me to watch the kids. While she first said no, I eventually convinced her that it would be fine.

When I told Mr. Little that’s I’d be watching his kids that evening, and that maybe he and I could get a little time together for some special payment he laughed and called me incorrigible. There was just something very hot about being inside “her” house taking care of “their” kids!

I arrived on schedule at 6:45 and was greeted first by Mr. Little and then his lovely wife. Mary Little was wearing a slinky black cocktail dress that accentuated her modest curves. Her makeup and nails were immaculate. Around her neck was an exquisite diamond pendent necklace. She looked every bit the perfect wife.

After leaving me with detailed instructions, as well as $25 for the pizza delivery person, the couple left for the charity event. As they left Mr. Little told me to “be good” and I told him to have a great time. He winked at me and mouthed the word “later” as he exited his house.

I hadn’t babysat for years, but any worries I had about the kids being misbehaved soon dissipated. They were perfect angels and even went to bed right on schedule, leaving me to watch a romantic comedy on HBO. Oh, I did look over their videos to see if there were any nasty ones around, but most were of the PG variety.

I couldn’t help visiting their bedroom, where I found Mrs. Mary Little, the perfect suburban spouse, sakarya escort had a nice lingerie collection, which surprised me because my boss had mentioned on several occasions how plain Jane his wife was. I guess the man was entitled to a few “secrets”.

At about 11:30 I heard the front door open and Mrs. Little ask if I was “decent”, of which I laughed and said “of course.”

“Just didn’t want to walk in on you and Luke,” she said, mentioning the name of my current beau. “I can remember babysitting assignments of my own! Remember Lin?”

My boss chuckled as he hung up their coats. I mentioned the kids were adorable and perfect all night, and the couple each thanked me for filling in at such late notice. After some small talk Mr. Little said he’d walk me to my car. “Okay, honey,” said his wife, “I’ll be upstairs getting ready for bed. It’s been a long night. Thank you so much Robyn for helping us out in a pinch.”

On the walk to the car Mr. Little stunned me when he asked if I wanted to meet him for a quickie. Before I could protest, he added that he’d like to meet in his basement! I was intrigued and suddenly excited with the thought, to say the least. “How are we going to manage that?” I quizzed. “There’s the little matter of your wife!”

A big smile came to my boss’ face. “Where there is a will, there’s a way,” he said.

He looked up at the house, then back at me as I entered my car.

“Mary will be heading off to bed soon, she kept saying how tired she was at the affair,” said my conniving boss with the dirty mind. “ I’ll meet you at the basement door. To be on the safe side wait out back…there are a couple chairs there. Just drive up the street and park there for 15 minutes or so, then walk down the alley to the back gate. Come up to the house and wait for me near the basement door. I will join you when the coast is clear.”

I hesitated, thinking only of the dangers. But it was the basement, two stories away from where his wife would hopefully be fitfully sleeping. The thought of blowing my boss in his own house while his wife was in residence had a certain titillating aura to it, and after a small bit of deliberation I finally agreed after telling him to make sure she was down for the night before even thinking about coming to meet me.

Doing precisely as he advised, I drove up the street, found a parking spot and waited a bit before slinking back down the back drive, staying in the shadows, and making my way toward his two story, quaint, suburban house. I quietly opened the rear gate after ascertaining the upstairs was dark. The moon lit my walk toward the back door, which, sure enough, was slightly open when I arrived. I didn’t dare go in, choosing instead to be safe and wait where I could quickly make a getaway if need be. Mr. Little wasn’t around, but soon I heard him open the door and whisper that the coast was clear.

Mr. Little said Mary was soaking in the tub, and if past practice were followed would head directly to bed from there. The man smiled, then drew me into his arms and passionately kissed me. We held the kiss for a bit as he began fondling my body. First he caressed by breasts, and then began gently rubbing his hands on my ass. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” said my boss, stroking my hair away from my face. “I want you so much. I got a hard on thinking of you when we were sitting with some folks eating hors d’ouvers.”

After a few minutes or foreplay and small talk, we broke our embrace and slipped over to the fluffy basement couch. We kissed some more as Mr. Little’s hands roamed my body. As he began fondling my breasts I unleashed his manhood from his bulging pants.

“Um, what have we here?” I wantonly cooed, stroking his dick. “Is this for me?”

“Oh, Robyn, your hand feels so good, I love it,” said my boss as I continued playing with his cock. I caressed his dick for a while as we continued to kiss, then slipped onto the floor, planting my knees on the hard surface and moving around to face his midsection. I looked up at the man and smiled.

“Do you want me to suck this?” I questioned, knowing the answer in advance.

My boss groaned out a “yes” as I began licking his dick all over, bathing it with my tongue. Once it was good and moist, I lowered my lips and began sucking it to its full hardness. I remember thinking how much I enjoyed hearing Mr. Little’s enjoyment of my oral sex technique. The man absolutely loved blowjobs, and I was happy giving them. The fact that we were in his basement while his wife slept upstairs made the act even more exciting.

There was always a challenge in sucking his dick. Oh, he loved me performing for him, it was just a question of whether I’d slowly tease and bring him off slowly, or work double time and cause him to explode fast. I think that’s why he loved it so much, because each time I would sakarya escort bayan try to do something little different. A little twist here, a little pull there.

To this day I receive a great deal of enjoyment in sucking the man’s dick, but on this night I was tingling. It was so hot kneeling between his legs, fingering myself over my jeans as he writhed and groaned above me. His midsection bucked against me as I blew him, and I knew he was close to cumming. Mr. Little was lost in the joy of having his dick sucked, but a creak from above pulled my mouth quickly off his dick.

“What was that?” I shockingly quizzed, pulling back from his pulsating cock.

“It’s nothing,” he replied, attempting to pull my head back onto his knob.

“No, really Mr. Little, I hear something!”

This time he heard it too, a walking sound. It was a good think he had hardwood floors above, because a cushioned carpet would surely have spelled disaster. He quickly pointed to the storage room steps away and told me to get inside, my exit out the basement door blocked by the possibility of the intruder coming down the steps. “Quickly!” he motioned, putting his finger over his mouth to ensure I was quiet. No kidding, I thought, as I slipped into the dingy room and sat on the floor after closing the door.

I heard Mr. Little start up the steps, where his wife apparently met him. “Hi honey, I thought you were sleeping,” he said.

“I was waiting for you, mister. Where have you been?”

“Uh, just watching some television. But I’m ready for bed now. Let’s go upstairs.”

There were some hushed tones that I couldn’t hear, but I did get the gist of it. The little woman wanted a little lovin’, and had been waiting patiently for her husband to give it to her.

“Well, sailor, want a show a girl a good time?” teased my boss’ wife. “How about here in the basement? I hear you guys on leave like it any way you can get it. Fifty bucks and you can have me any way you’d like!”

There was a bit of uncomfortable laughter as Mr. Little mentioned that the bedroom would be more comfortable, but Mrs. Little had other ideas. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could imagine. After a couple minutes, and after my boss thought ahead and turned on a romantic CD, I became brave enough to peer through a crack in the wall at the basement. In the dim light I spotted the married couple in a lip lock on the same couch I was sitting on minutes before.

Mrs. Little was wearing a bright red teddy with matching lace-topped stockings. There was no doubt she had been waiting for her husband before taking matters into her own hands. I sat, quietly, in envy of the woman. She had pushed the man’s head down between her legs and he was licking her pussy while reaching behind and fondling her ass. “Oh honey,” she cooed. “I was so hot for you all night! You looked so handsome.”

My bossed laved his wife’s wetness for several minutes before moving up to her mouth to kiss her once again. She reached down and unzipped his pants, slipping them down his legs as he continued the kiss. Mrs. Little then lay on her back and told the man to go down on her…and he complied. He sucked her for a few minutes before she reached down and pulled his cock up toward her mouth. My boss kicked off his pants then moved over her face. Soon the couple was locked in a passionately wet 69.

I watched as the married twosome licked and kissed each other’s genitals, and I have to admit I was both excited and jealous at their sexual display. Mr. Little continually told me how his wife didn’t like sex, but this woman was nowhere near the cold fish he had portrayed. She was sucking his dick like a pro, while enjoying his tongue on her pulsating pussy.

“Fuck me,” commanded the wife, breaking their coupling. “Now.”

Mr. Little moved around and began rubbing his dick up and down his wife’s crack. He teased her before inserting his cock into her soaking wet pussy, bringing forth a satisfying, throaty groan. My boss began rocking in and out of his wife as I watched the coupling from barely 20 feet away. I couldn’t spy nor hear everything that went on, as they slid around the couch and later slid down to the hardwood floor. But suffice it to say I probably could have made all the noise in the world and neither would have known so lost were they in their coupling.

Needless to say I kept as quiet as a mouse as I played a backroom role in a voyeuristic play. He pumped into his wife hard, as his white ass recoiled then thrust in tandem to her pushing. Every now and again I’d twinge when the woman would slap her husband’s ass or he’d instruct her to move faster or slower. Soon their work paid off, as Mrs. Little informed her pumping lover that she was about to cum.

“Cum in me, Linny, give it all to me!” the woman demanded. I heard her moan as my boss pumped escort sakarya a load of sticky sauce into her wifely pussy.

The two held each other for a bit, kissing and cuddling before Mrs. Little broke the embrace. “That was incredible,” said the woman, who was still short of breath. “I hope we didn’t wake the children.”

My boss mumbled something as the two stood. “Head up to bed honey, I will make sure everything is locked up,” said my boss as they rose the stairs. I waited for a bit, not wanting to get caught in an unexplainable act. After all was quiet for a bit I heard the upstairs door open and I cringed. But it was Mr. Little, who looked embarrassed by the entire situation.

“I couldn’t help it,” he said, head hung low. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mr. Little, she is your wife, it’s allowable,” I responded. I truly think he was afraid I might scream or worse. I just wanted to exit the premises while I was still in one piece. I kissed the man and quietly said good night before striding toward the basement door.

“Wait a sec,” said my boss, willing me over toward him. “Come here, I want another kiss.”

I think he had already overdosed in the kissing department, but I complied. We kissed for a couple minutes before coming up for air. Once again I was tingly, and I mentioned to Mr. Little how hot it was watching another couple having sex. While I would have rather watched someone other than my lover banging his wife, I had to admit to him it was hot watching him in hot action with the woman.

We kissed once more and I was stunned by the firmness in Mr. Little’s pants. His dick was getting hard again!

“Please, Robyn?” was all he said.

I couldn’t help myself. Thinking back, I can’t imagine how he got me to do it. For the second time that night I slipped down to my knees and unleashed my bosses six-inch dick from his pants. I began sucking his cock as it expanded into my slurping mouth like it had dozens of times before. I tasted his wife’s cunt on his dick, a sort of tangy mixture of pussy juice and cum sauce. I swirled my tongue around and cleaned his dick of the sticky stuff and then began bobbing my head on his expanding dick.

My boss wasn’t super hard, but he obviously loved the oral attention I was giving him. It was quite odd, sucking on a semi-hard cock that had been satisfied minutes before by another woman’s pussy. At first I felt a little humiliated, but then I realized how much of an effect I was having on this man. How his dick was growing in my mouth so soon after having shot its sauce in her sex.

Mr. Little whispered how much he loved my mouth, how he loved me to blow him. I told him his dick was wonderful, and rubbed it along my cheeks to emphasize the point. He patiently watched, then held my head firmly in his hands as he rocked in and out of my sucking mouth. His dick soon began pulsing to the movement of my lips and I realized that while his wife and fucked him he wasn’t completely drained. I backed off his cock and began licking below, savoring each of his balls and the sack that surrounded them. I kissed the underside of his dick, then slowly licked from the bottom to the tip of his cock several sensuous times. Then I began to suck his dick with fervor.

“Oh Robyn you are such a great cocksucker,” he whispered. “ Don’t stop.”

I’m not sure I had a choice, for if I wanted to remove my lips from his dick I would have needed help. The man was gingerly fucking my face like a man who hadn’t had sex in months. Knowing his wife had fucked him just minutes before incented me to work hard and satisfy his beastly urges.

Soon I was rewarded for my efforts as Mr. Little began rocking faster in my mouth. He muttered and groaned as I blew just the top half of his dick, stroking the lower half with my hand. As one might imagine, he soon reared back and began firing shots of cum into my sucking mouth. It wasn’t a copious load, and the tangy spurts were quick to subside. He remained in my mouth as I sucked him clean, then he helped me to my feet.

He hugged me, and then told me he’d see me Monday morning. “That was incredible,” he quietly said as I kissed him on the cheek. “You are a sweetheart. I’d like to hold you for a while but we better not chance it any more.”

Uh huh, Mary might wonder where you are, I thought. Then I smiled to myself, wondering what she’d get if she wanted seconds. That thought stayed with me all the way home, and I got myself off while thinking of her trying to get his dick hard again.

Monday morning there was a fresh bouquet of roses on my desk.

“Did your wife have a good time Friday night,” I asked.

Mr. Little smiled. “Uh huh, she had a great time. And I had a wonderful time too.”

I smiled back at my boss. “Me too!”

Later that morning Mrs. Little confirmed that she had a great evening, and couldn’t thank me enough for filling in as a replacement babysitter. “You are a doll,” said my boss’ wife. “We had a great night at the affair, and the evening got better as it went along…” Her voice trailed off, saying nothing but implying, girl-to-girl, that she had had some bedroom excitement upon their return home.

If only she knew!

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