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As we walked closer to the botanical gardens, the smell of nature permeated the air. The woody scent of pine mingled with the sharp flowery aroma of flowers. The weather was pretty good, with enough sunlight to make the day seem at least a little bright without being too glaring. Being a weekend, it was no surprise that many residents of Seattle had the same idea to check out the new botanical garden. Just then a small boy, no older than six ran past me, turning and shouting to his parents behind me. I looked down at him and gave him a small smile, to which he returned a beaming grin.

The sound of a camera shutter diverted my attention to the right. I looked as Nick lowered his DSLR smirking at the photo. “Hey, we’re here to take pictures of plants, not human specimens. Besides, that’s my bad side.” I teased, turning to show him my ‘good’ side.

“Hmm seems the same to me. Cocky and big headed.” He said, which I had to give a light punch to his arm. He rubbed his arm playfully before picking his camera up and snapping a couple photos ahead.

I turned to the direction of his shots and saw the first of three domes they had at the garden. I call them domes but they more like huge waves frozen in place. Supposedly, each dome has a specific climate to cater to the different plant species that happen to grow in conditions where Seattle weather didn’t permit.

“Whoa, didn’t think they were that big.” I said, looking up at the towering structure.

“Yeah. C’mon, it’s this way.” I followed Nick to the ticket counters to get our tickets. Most parts of the park was open to the public, but the domes required tickets to enter, and seeing that our topic was deserts and Seattle was anything but, we had to get them. Plus, what’s the point in visiting the place if we weren’t going check out the most significant features of the garden.

I stood by Nick as we purchased our tickets, or should I say argued about paying for my ticket. You see I expected to pay for myself, seeing that this was a school project and it won’t be fair to have him pay, but he insisted. We kept arguing till the lady at the counter had to step in.

“Um guys…if we can get this going? There is kind of a line.” She said, as politely as possible. I looked behind me and met the glare of an angry lady behind me who probably thought we were taking too long.

“Yeah tickets for two.” Nick said, putting down the money.

“Thank you.” She said, printing the slips before handing them back to Nick. “You should be glad your boyfriends wants to pay for you.” She smirked at me. I stared at her dumbfounded but Nick pushed me out of the line before I could defend myself.

“Just let it go.” Nick said.

“But I’m still paying for my ticket.” I said.

“Yeah…No.” I rolled my eyes and followed him. “So what do you want to do first? Research or check out this place.”

“Research. I’d hate to overestimate our time and end up not being able to get enough material.” I said, steering him to the direction of the desert dome.

“Can’t argue with that.” I led the way, following the signs that pointed to where I wanted to go. I had to stop a couple times when Nick lagged behind because he stopped to take a few shots. Just our luck that the desert dome had to be the furthest from the entrance and after what felt like half an hour of walking we finally arrived at the entrance to the dome. Made of glass held together by metal struts and wires, the domes looked like huge terrariums. The smallest of the three, the desert dome still towered over us.

The dome entrance consisted of two sets of doors, probably to contain the climate. Stepping foot into the dome for the first time felt like I got transported into another country. In contrast to the cold and humid air of outside, the inside was dry and warm. Not terribly hot, but definitely not temperatures you would experience during October in Seattle.

“This is cool.” I said.

“It’s quite warm actually.” Nick pointed out.

“You know what I mean.” I glared.

“So how do you want to do this?”

“Okay um…I guess you focus on the photos and I’ll take down any notes about the plant species. We’ll go for, two, three species maybe?” I asked Nick for his opinion about the project.

“Yeah three sounds good. I’ll just follow you so lead away. After picking the specimens, just give me a shout and I’ll focus the shots on those.” I nodded and walked down the path, looking at the various plants species and reading the little info on each plant. Nick stayed behind me, snapping away at anything and everything.

We fell into a rhythm as we went along and time passed. I took down notes while Nick took pictures. We were making good progress and an hour later, we had everything we needed. “I guess that’s it. We got all we need.” I said.

“Awesome, so what do you want to do now? We still have time here. Wanna check out the rest of this place?” Nick asked.

“Yeah but first, can we grab something to eat, I’m starving.” Just then, the sun came out from behind a cloud, çıtır escort illuminating the surroundings. Sunlight reflected off the sand and it really looked like a desert at that moment.

“Don’t move!” Nick shouted. I froze where I was; the urgency in his voice had this commanding tone that just made me obey what he said.

“Why? Is something on me?” I said, looking around while moving only my eyes.

The camera shutter diverted my attention once again. “Perfect.” Nick said, lowering his camera. My body relaxed and I moved.

“Dude, I thought you saw something on me.”

“Sorry, the lighting was just too good. See?” He showed me the picture and for a moment I was stunned. The photo was stunning, the sun behind me casted an almost halo effect and the light reflecting off the sand lit up my face nicely. If I didn’t know he just took that, I would have expected some photo editing was done.

“Ok fine, I’m impressed but seriously stop with the pictures. I don’t like my photo taken.” I said.

“Oh really.” Nick said, raising the camera up to his face once more.

“Stop it.” I said, half laughing, putting my hand up to block the camera but still he snapped a shot.

“Wow, for someone who doesn’t like to take photos, you sure are photogenic.” Nick said.

“Shut up. Can we go now? I said I was starving.” I didn’t wait for a reply, instead just walking to the dome exit. Nick ran up behind me and pulled the cap I was wearing off my head, putting it on himself. “Wow thanks man, I totally wanted everyone to see my horrible hat hair.” I said, snatching back my cap.

“You care about your hair too much.” Nick said.

“And you are annoying as hell so I guess that’s fair.” I walked out the dome and realized I had no idea where to go, or if they even served food here.

“This way numb nuts, I saw a stall on the way here.” Nick said leading the way down the path. I followed Nick until we came to this open area with a small hill. Families lay on mats on the hill, having little picnics with the basket of food they brought along. At the base of the hill was one of those pushcarts selling sandwiches and some drinks. I bee lined for the cart, telling Nick to find a spot on the hill. Since Nick paid for my ticket, the least I could do was buy him lunch, if only lunch wasn’t just a sandwich and soda.

After paying for the food, I scanned the area for Nick seeing him near the top of the hill, snapping more shots for his camera. I approached the meathead, throwing his sandwich in is lap, handing him his soda.

“Thanks. Like the spot I picked?” He said, unwrapping his sandwich. I looked over the heads of the people down below us and smiled. The hill wasn’t very big but it had a nice view of the whole garden.

“Good choice.” I said, digging into my sandwich.

“Maybe one day we can have a picnic here too. Seems like a nice place to do so.”

“A picnic? Really? Sounds more like a date to me.” I played, sipping my soda.

“What if it was?” I immediately choked on the soda, the carbonated drink burning my windpipe. I coughed violently, trying to rid the liquid in my airway. “Whoa whoa I was joking.”

“Not funny.” I croaked out, my voice coarse.

“Wow you must not like the idea of dating me.” He joked and I just glared at him. Here I was suffering and he still had the nerve to joke. Quite the contrary actually, I wouldn’t mind dating Nick, if he wasn’t straight I mean. He just caught me off guard.

“Don’t joke like that again.” I scolded. Okay so maybe it was more than just catching me off guard. I was lonely enough as it was and Nick teasing me like that wasn’t helping. We just talked about it in the car ride here and already he is back making me feel lonelier.

“C’mon man, I was joking.” He defended himself.

“And I’m telling you to stop it. I thought I made myself clear back in the car that I don’t like to be reminded about my sad love life.” I snapped back, a little hostility in my tone. The smile on Nick’s face fell when he realized how much I was upset by his statement. He opened his mouth to, I assume, apologize again, but then shut it. Smart boy. I started chewing on my sandwich again looking out to the garden. We settle into a silence after that, I stared out and kind of got lost in my thoughts.

Nick knocked me out of my trance when he patted me on the elbow. “Shall we continue or do you wanna stay here.” He asked, a little quietly, like he was afraid he was going to make me angrier.

“Continue.” I said, getting up and collecting our trash and throwing them in the bin before heading on. I led the way again, Nick trailing behind like a sad dog. Once again he had to make me feel guilty. Yeah he kind of made me angry but I really shouldn’t have snapped like that. I did realize I was being kind of bipolar. I slowed down enough so that he could catch up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like that.”

“No don’t apologize. I fucked up…again. Earlier in the car I did it and then again just now.” He said.

“I escort demetevler guess we’re both fucked up then. You’re not completely to blame. I guess sometimes I’m just a little too sensitive. Call it PMS or whatever. It was a joke. I didn’t need to flare up like that.”

“We seem to argue a lot these days huh. Kinda makes me fell like maybe being friends wasn’t the way we were supposed to be.” Nick said.

“So you wanna end this? You know, go back to the way things were.”

“What? No! I didn’t mean that. What I’m trying to say is that maybe because of our history, we kinda don’t wanna lose to each other. Maybe that’s why we always argue. So how about this, we’ll both agree that we’ll not take everything each other say to heart too much. Just live in the moment. We joke and shit but we both know that that’s it, joking.” Nick said.

“That sounds fair, I’ll try to be less whiny about dating on my part. And if I ever go all sensitive bitch again, I hereby give you the right to slap me.”

“Slap that cute face? Never.” Nick cooed, like he was talking to a child, pinching my cheek as he said so.

I punched him in the arm. “And I give myself the right to hit you when you pull something like that.” Nick chuckled sweetly putting his arm around my body and pulling me into his side. Never have I had my ribcage crushed by a side hug but there was always a first time. I poked him in the side, which made him release me instantly, straightening the shirt I was wearing, which I just remembered was Nick’s and not mine.

We walked and talked, taking pictures along the way. We moved at a leisurely pace seeing that we had gathered what we needed for the project. Eventually we made our way to the rainforest dome, which was the largest of the three structures. Like the desert dome, walking into it transported you to another place. This one however was extremely humid as opposed to the dry atmosphere of the desert dome. Warm and moist, it was a matter of minutes before a layer of sweat formed across my skin.

“Wow it’s warm.” Nick said, stating the obvious.

“C’mon let’s look around quick and get out of this heat ASAP.” I said pulling him up the path. The climate of the dome wasn’t my favorite type of conditions but the flora was definitely the most diversed. I’d hate to be the group whose topic was rainforests. Nick was caught between walking fast and taking some amazing shots of the plants.

As we continued on the path, the sight of an enormous rock formation came into view. Towering over everything else in the dome it was the main attraction. At the top, little walkways jutted out from the rock face, tiny silhouettes of people paced along them. “Oh I want to go up there. The view must be amazing.” I said.

“Up there? Really?” I turned and saw Nick looking at the skywalk with some trepidation.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Um…nothing nevermind.” I gave Nick an incredulous stare, raising an eyebrow in question. “It’s nothing. C’mon.”

Nick pulled me towards the rock structure. It was a small hike up a trail to get to the treetop walk as it was called, winding around the structure and through the middle of it at one point. As we ascended the structure, the temperature fell, a cool artificial breeze blowing. I sighed with content when the cool wind touched my sweaty skin, instantly cooling me down. Nick looked a mix of relief and constipation. “What’s wrong?” I asked

“Nothing. The breeze is nice.” He squeaked out but he looked paler than usual, contradicting his words. “Just carry on.” I followed his instruction although a little worried about him. Maybe he wasn’t feeling too good.

Finally we reached the top and I walked to the rail, looking down at the entire dome before me. Down below, people walking along looked like insects scampering across the ground. The air, still humid but a lot cooler brushed against my heat flushed skin, giving me a much needed rejuvenation. “It’s beautiful.” I said, turning to my right, expecting to see Nick there, but he wasn’t. I looked around, trying to spot him and my eyes fell on him some distance back by the rock face. He was looking in my direction and I waved him over, but all he did was give me a weak smile and mouthed ‘nevermind’. Confused I walked towards him, closing the distance between us. “What’s wrong? The view is amazing.”

“It’s okay. You enjoy it. I’ll just stay here.” I could hear the nervousness of his voice now. The way he kept his eyes focused on the glass ceiling was extra peculiar. I looked down his arm and his hand was tightly fastened onto the rail, his grip so tight till his knuckles were white. I looked down and the view through the metal mesh landing gave me slight vertigo.

Then it hit me.

The nerves. The tight grip. The way he diverted his view. His trepidation. Nick was afraid of heights. I smirked and folded my arms, watching Nick in such torment. It was definitely a new side to him I had never seen before. The tough guy did have a weakness. “Nick Preston escort dikmen is afraid of heights? Oh this is too good.” I laughed which earned me a glare.

“Shut up. I’m not.” He argued, maybe trying to save his male ego.

“Oh? So I guess you can release your vice grip on the rail now then.” Nick’s eyes turned to my face and I waited for him to move. Slowly he released his grip, but without a solid support, his fingers started to tremble.

“See?” He said, acting triumphant but his shaky hands betrayed the truth.

Feeling a surge of evil coursing through me, I did what I’m sure gave Nick a heart attack. I wrapped my arm onto his elbow, locking us together. Before Nick could react, I pulled him with me to the edge of the landing. He tried resisting at first, but his jelly arms and legs didn’t have the strength they normally possessed. I held him by the rail and Nick was as close to hyperventilating as I had ever seen him.

“Just relax.” I said, moving his hand to the rail, which he immediately gripped. His eyes however, were still locked to the ceiling. “Look at me.”

“I…” Was all he could choke out.

“C’mon. It’s nothing. I’m right here. Just look down and you’ll see how beautiful this place is.” I said. He closed his eyes and tilted his head down, keeping them shut.

“There I’m looking down.” He said, obviously trying to be cheeky.

“Just open them.” He sighed and fluttered his eyes open. Tentatively looking further and further down, I could almost feel the tension that was radiating off of him. Eventually he saw the scenery that was laid before him. “Was that so bad?”

“Yes.” He deadpanned which I had to laugh.

“Well at least you can now see what you were missing. I mean this is beautiful.” I said, breathing in the air.

“Yeah.” I turned and Nick was looking at me, before quickly darting his gaze away. I raised an eyebrow at him but he returned to look at the ceiling. “Can we go now?” I shook my head chuckling, before pulling him away and down back to solid ground. I swear if we weren’t in public, I’m sure Nick would have kissed the ground. After that heart thumping experience, Nick suggested we head home to cover some stuff for the project. Feeling that perhaps I had put him through enough for the day, agreed and soon enough we were heading home in his car.

The car ride home was a lot faster than the ride from, partly due to the better traffic. It was just before 5pm when we pulled into Nick’s driveway. We got out and gathered our stuff, preparing for a long night of work. “Your house or mine?” Nick asked, and I couldn’t help but think about how under different circumstances, that line would mean something totally different.

“Hmm, well my dad is home,” I said, spotting his car in it’s usual spot. “But he won’t bother us.”

“And I have Steph, who will bother us every few minutes.” We looked at each other for a moment. “Your house.”

“My house.” I said at the same time, both of us coming to the same conclusion of using my house. I led the way to my front door, unlocking it. The TV was turned on in the living room, the sound from it echoing through the otherwise silent house. “Dad I’m home. My friend’s over too.” I announced climbing up the stairs. I was halfway up them when my dad appeared from the kitchen doorway instead of the living room, surprising me.

Nick caught sight of my dad and gave a small smile. “Evening Mr. Langston.” All my dad did was grunt and carried on into the living room. I rolled my eyes and made my way to my room. I threw my notes onto my desk, stripping the cap I had on from my head, running my fingers through my hair. Nick closed the door behind him, setting his bag onto the floor. “Your dad’s a man of few words.”

“That’s an understatement. More like a man of no words.” I walked to my dresser pulling out a new t-shirt. I stripped off the top I was wearing, pulling my fresh shirt over my head. “Before I forget. You want me to wash it? I can hand it back to you after and you can return mine too.”

“Um…I’m sorry what did you say.” Nick shook his head, probably coming out of a daydream. I ignored it and repeated the question. “You looked good in it. How about you keep it.”

“What? Dude c’mon I’m not gonna take your shirt.”

“Just keep it. I’ve got three more just like it.”

“I don’t care if you’ve got a hundred of them, I’m not taking your shirt.”

“Ugh whatever. Then wash it first. I’ll get it back and return yours at the same time.” He said, walking over to my bed and flopping down. I rolled my eyes, throwing the shirt into my laundry pile. “We still haven’t decided what we’re gonna do for the project.”

“Poster?” I suggested.

“Too normal.”

“PowerPoint slide show.”

“Too boring.”

“Well I guess we could do a video.” I tried. I mean that was what I was planning to do but I didn’t want to sound pushy jumping straight to my idea without his input. It was after all OUR project.

“Yep we are.” He replied without so much as a blink.

“You sure come to decisions fast.”

“Actually I was already expecting to do a video. The question was kind of rhetorical. I mean seriously, why would you even suggest anything other than a video? That’s supposed to be your area of expertise.” He smirked, an expression he seemed to regularly show me.

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This is a continuation of the first story in which Brian visits his cousin. After a football game and bar time, they share a bed. This story picks up the next day.

*****

After going to a college football game with my cousin, partying for a few hours at the bar and spending the night in bed with her, I woke up with a hang over. My head was pounding so I took some pain relievers and ran cold water over my face. It took almost an hour before I felt somewhat normal again. We packed up our belongings and checked out of the hotel.

On our way home from the hotel, Heather and I chatted, reminiscing about the football game and bar activities from the day before. When we recounted all the way back to her stumbling back to the hotel, our conversation hit an awkward pause. I didn’t know if I should discuss the events that happened afterwards, if they truly did happen and were not a figment of my sleepy imagination.

Heather takes a deep breath and looks at the road as she navigates the wheel of the car. “Nothing about this weekend is to be spoken about to anyone else other than the football game and the bar.”

I nod my head in agreement. “I agree completely. I wondered myself if anything else truly happened or if it was all just a great dream.”

Heather’s face changes from a blank stare to a large grin as she turns and looks at me. Her blue eyes are beaming. “Oh, it happened alright!”

When we arrive at her apartment, we make breakfast together and lounge around for most of the morning, leading into early afternoon. Heather is sitting on the couch, watching NatGeo with me when her cellphone starts to ring. She answers it with an enthusiastic voice and chats with whomever is on the other line for several minutes. She stands up and starts pacing back and forth as she recants college events over the phone.

At the end of her conversation, she says, “Why don’t you get whoever’s available together and come over to my place for a little fun and don’t forget to bring your bathing suit, unless you prefer to swim without.”

My ears perk up. I am suddenly interested in her conversation. I turn away from the television and look at her. She is smiling from ear to ear. I watch her intently as she walks back over to the couch and takes a seat right next to me. She puts her arm around me and cuddles up to my chest. I am in suspense and wait anxiously to see if she is going to elaborate on who is visiting, before boldly inquiring.

“Are you ready to have a good time before you leave tomorrow?” Heather asks in a playful voice.

“Sure.” I reply enthusiastically. “What is going on?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just a few of my college buddies are coming over for a little fun.” she says slyly.

I don’t know exactly how I should read into her comments, nor do I know exactly what she means or is implying by saying, “for a little fun”.

Heather disappears upstairs for a little while. I go back to watching the tv for awhile until she returns. She has changed into a “Pink” ensemble. She is wearing a pink t-shirt that looks to be stretch material and a pair of black sweat pants that hug her curves. Her hair is also pulled up into a pony tail. She walks past me, swaying her hips back and forth and heads into the kitchen. I read her ass, which says “Pink” in pink letters across her butt cheeks. I cannot help but watch each cheek flex with each step she takes. I feel my groin stir with excitement.

I hear dishes as she places them on the kitchen counter so I stand up and make my way into the kitchen to see what she is doing. We make some “weiner dogs” and nacho dip in preparation for guests. When Heather places the dogs in a crockpot, I push my hips up against the back of her and wrap my arms around her taut stomach. Leaning in, I place a few soft, quick kisses on the back of her neck, where her little hairs gather.

“You had better knock that off.” she says to me, as she turns around and pushes me away. I notice that her nipples have hardened and are pressing against her tight shirt. I walk away smiling, knowing that my kisses have turned her on.

Around 4pm, the guests start to arrive. Heather’s college roommates, Tracy and Susan arrive first. When the doorbell rings, Heather rushes across the apartment and invites them inside her apartment. I trail behind her and introduce myself. I shake Tracy’s hand, while looking into her bright, green eyes. She has freckles all over her face and her bright red hair is pulled back into a pony tail. I do my best not to check her out while standing in front of her.

Susan smiles at me and shakes my hand as well. I am able to catch a glimpse of her huge breasts as I turn away. Susan is wearing a light-blue pair of running shorts with pink outline and a blue t-shirt that helps keep her breasts in check. When she walks past me, I do my best not to let my jaw drop at the sight of her large, tight derriere. I am impressed, to say the least.

Heather catches me checking her friend out çıtır escort and simply laughs. The girls are carrying backpacks with clothes hanging out of the top. We venture to the kitchen and mingle for a few minutes until the doorbell rings again. I take the opportunity to check out Tracy as she rushes for the door.

She has average size breasts and not much of a butt to write home about. She does, however, have a gorgeous face and dick-sucking lips.

Along with Heather, another girl walks into the room. Heather hugs her and introduces her as Samantha. “This is my bestie from my freshman year.” She says before continuing. “We were flat mates in the dorm rooms long before we could ever legally drink.”

“Not that that ever stopped us.” Samantha chimed in. Everyone starts to laugh.

We chill out inside the apartment until the sun starts to set. Apparently, that is when the games begin. Heather pulls out a few shot glasses then opens a cup board door to reveal her stash of liquors. All the girls cheer. I am liking where this was heading.

We start playing a few drinking games including “High-Low” and “Up and Down the River”. I start to get a good buzz after an hour or so. The girls are full of giggles and becoming touchy-feely so I assume they are feeling pretty good as well.

Heather goes back into the cup board and pulls out a green bottle of liquor. All the girls say in unison, “Pucker!” when Heather holds the bottle up into the air. I assume this is something that reverts back to their college days.

Heather pours a shot for everyone and I watch as Heather and Tracy do a shot simultaneously, then finish it with a seductive kiss. My eyes bulge out of my head. I can’t believe what I had just seen, but I like it. Susan and Samantha pair up and repeat the actions. I can feel my testicles starting to churn and an erection beginning to form.

“Hmmm! Brian doesn’t have a partner.” Heather exclaims. “Any volunteers?”

Tracy jumps forward in my direction and says, “I will.”

I smile at her and relish in the opportunity to kiss her thick lips. We do a shot together and then our lips meet. Her wet lips taste like strawberries as I sucked on them, exchanging saliva. We must be kissing a little longer then normal because the other girls start to cheer. I hear one of them say, “Woah!”.

Samantha throws out the idea of getting into the pool so the girls rush into the bathroom and quickly change. I don’t have a swimming suit, but I decide my boxers will be about the same as swimming trunks. For the first half-hour we sit around sipping on a glass of wine. The girls are playing catch-up, sharing all that is happening in their life since they have last been together. I sat back and observe with pleasure.

We start playing a game of water wrestling, where one person gets on top of another persons shoulders and the person on top attempts to push the person off of another person’s shoulders, into the water.

I am nominated to be a bottom person for the first game. Heather climbs on my shoulders while Samantha climb onto Tracy’s shoulders. I hold onto Heather’s firm thighs, to steady her, as I walke toward the other two girls. Heather and Samantha are pushing back and forth, trying to knock each other into the water. Samantha starts falling forward and I begin to lose my balance, stumbling backwards. Samantha falls into us and pushes us backwards into the water. Tracy is dragged forward and falls on top of me as we become submerged under water. I am taken by surprise when I feel a hand on my dick.

I open my eyes and saw Tracy’s hand wrapped around my boxers. She stroked me twice before letting go. We all scattered and raised our heads above the water. We were all laughing and having a good time. Tracy winked at me when her head popped out from under the water.

The next game, I was on top of Tracy’s shoulders and Susan was on top of Samantha’s shoulders. I took it easy at the beginning, not wanting to overpower Susan. We jostled with each other for a few seconds before Samantha reached in and shoved my shoulders with her hands. Tracy took a step back then came charging back. I grabbed her shoulders and did my best to shove her off of Samantha’s shoulders.

My hands slide off her slick shoulders and I fell forward. I attempted to grab onto Susan so that I would not fall forward. What I ended up with was a two hands full of Susan’s breasts as I Tracy and I crashed into Samantha and Susan.

When we fell into the water, I let go of Susan’s breasts. Again, we all lifted our heads out of the water. We had drifted close to the shallow end and were only waist deep at this point. I looked at Susan and said, “I am sorry.”

“Don’t be.” she laughed as I looked down at her breasts and noticed her nipples were hard, poking through her swim suit. I sat on the sidelines and watched the other four girls compete during the next round. I am not sure what happened between the time they demetevler escort bayan fell into the water and a second later when they rose their heads out of the water, but Heather and Tracy’s lips were locked in a passionate kiss.

Sonya was swimming under the water in my direction. A watched her thin body approach me until she popped out of the water, a foot away from me. To say she had a model like body would be an understatement. I watched her wet, black hair pop out of the water. My eyes gravitated to her firm, breasts which had to be a “C” cup. My eyes continued down to her muscular stomach and small hips. My head lifted when I felt her hands cup my face. I looked up to find her lips pressing against mine.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against my body. I felt the bulge in my pants press against her body as she seductively sucked on my bottom lip. Her right hand slid down my chest and under my boxers. I gasp when her warm hand surrounded my manhood and started stroking me. I pulled away from the kiss for a second and looked into her dark, brown eyes. I was totally unaware of the other girls in the pool at this moment.

Unaware the other three girls had approached me, I felt my hands being restrained and my boxers sliding down my legs. Sonya wrapped her legs around my upper body as I was pushed back against the edge of the pool. Sonya grabbed my face firmly pressed her lips to mine once more. I tried to see what was going on around me, but her face and shoulders were blocking my view. My hands were pulled back by Heather and Tracy. I heard the girls laughing hard then suddenly I felt warmth surround my hard dick. Samantha had swam under Susan and wrapped her lips around my meat.

I grunted into Sonya’s mouth as I felt the lips move up and down my hard dick and feel hands cup my testicles. It was an initial instinct to fight the girls off, but I quickly gave in and let the girls have their way. The warmth surrounding my dick withdrew and I heard movement in the water, then I heard a gasp of air. A second later, I felt the lips surround my nether region again.

Heather and Tracy moved in between my arms and body and started planting soft, wet kisses on my neck. I was not going to be able to take much more of this before I would explode. This lasted for another minute before Susan came up for air.

“The steps.” I heard one of the girls say. Next thing I know, my body is being dragged over to the corner of the pool. I am pushed down onto the middle of three steps, my hips are now only six inches under water. Heather and Tracy are still holding my arms so I cannot use them. I feel what must be Susan’s hands begin to stroke my dick a few times before she holds it still.

“Ready!” I hear her exclaim. In what seemed like a milasecond, I feel Samantha slide down my body a few inches. Next, I feel my dick being maneuvered until I feel extreme heat surrounding it. I look down and see Samantha sitting on my pole. Her hips begin bouncing up and down. I moan hard and feel my hips start moving along with her body. I want to hold her hips and suck on her breasts, but I am bound by the two other girls.

Much to my delight, I see Susan climb the steps and straddle my chest. She pushes my head back until it is resting against the concrete edge of the pool. She places her feet on the top step and lowers hips until I am staring at her crotch trough her wet swim suit. I can see the outline of her pussy lips. I thrust my hips forward into Samantha and moan loudly. I see Susan pull the material of her swim suit to the side and bury her pussy in my face.

I do my best to lick and suck on her pussy as she grinds it against my face. Her moans turn me on even more. I have a hard time focusing on Samantha riding my pole and Susan riding my face at the same time. My attention swings back and forth between the two events happening simultaneously. Raising my eyes, I see a pair of lips on each of Susan’s breasts. I realize that no one is holding my arms any longer, even though Heather and Tracy are still in between them and my body.

I start thrusting my hips up inside Samantha harder and faster as I grow closer to an orgasm. I can feel my balls starting to shrink inside my sack as a rumbling fire travels up my groin. Both, Samantha and Susan are moaning wildly. My body goes into overload and I moan deep into Susan’s dripping pussy. Her face is now grinding me with much aggression. I do my best to hold my tongue out as her clit grinds against my mouth. Over and over, I feel my dick spurt my come deep inside Samantha’s walls.

“Oh my God.” I hear Samantha exclaim.

Samantha continues to grind her hips on my pole for another minute until I am almost too sensitive. I feel her walls clasp down hard on my dick. She whines and moans for several seconds, sending Susan into an orgasm of her own. I feel my face coated with Susan’s cream as her pussy grinds hard into my mouth and nose.

Susan dikmen escort bayan and Samantha fall back into the water and leave me lying on the edge of the pool, naked and uncovered. Heather and Tracy climb out of the pool and dry themselves off before heading inside her apartment building.

I turn and watch their beautiful bodies as they disappear through white French doors. I climb out of the pool and dry off, feeling a numbing sensation from my orgasm in my dick. I look back and see Susan and Samantha chatting quietly on the opposite end of the pool. Susan looks over at me, smiles and winks, then returns to chatting with her friend.

Making my way inside to change clothes, I hear Heather and Tracy giggling upstairs. I start to make myself a drink when Samantha and Susan enter the kitchen. They have dried off and dressed. I am surprised at how quickly they changed clothes. Samantha is typing a message on her cellphone as they approach me.

“How was it?” Susan asks simply.

I grin ear to ear and try to think of a good answer. “More than I ever expected and worth ever second.”

Susan leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “Good. We have to get back to our boyfriends at Samantha’s apartment. It was very nice to meet you.”

When she finishes talking, the two of them turn and head for the front door. Samantha turns back and says with a smile, “Maybe we will see you around again sometime.” The two women wave goodbye and exit the apartment.

I take a moment to reflect on the events of the past hour as I sip my glass of vodka and orange juice. The girls are making a lot of noise upstairs, laughing, shouting at each other and making pounding noises that sound like they are jumping or falling to the floor. Wanting to know what they are up to, I make my way up the stairs.

Opening the door to one of the bedrooms where the noise is coming from, I see Heather and Tracy wrestling each other on top of a king size bed. The bed spread is falling off the edge of the bed. I step inside the room and watch the beautiful sight. There is something so attractive about watching two females wrestling around on a bed.

“Don’t you want to join us?” Tracy says, laying on top of Heather and holding her arms over her head.

Heather is not fighting back. I leap onto the bed, only to have both of the girls leap onto me. It is now two on one. It is at this point that I realize this has been their plan all along. Each woman wiggles their body between my chest and my arm. They each wrestle my arm above my head, while lying on top of my chest. I look up and see Tracy reach under the pillow. She pulls out a pair of blue handcuffs, wrapped in a blue fuzzy material.

I try my hardest to pull my hands away from them, but I am not strong enough to fight each of their bodies off of my arms. It only takes them a few seconds before my hands are handcuffed to a metal rung on the head board. Heather and Tracy high five each other and roll off my body.

“Really?” I ask.

“What?” Tracy asks, “Don’t you like bondage?”

“Well, that depends on where this is going.” I reply.

The girls reposition themselves on the bed until they are facing each other in a kneeling position, each on one side of my hips. I watch with interest as the two smiling women both lean in and start making out with each other. I feel my penis start to swell.

Heather breaks the kiss after a few seconds and looks down at my growing dick. She looks up at me and grins. I smile back at her just before she turns away and returns to her make out session with Tracy.

“I never knew you were into girls, Heather.” I say in curiousity.

The girls break their kiss and turn toward me. Without looking down and keeping her eyes locked on my face, Heather nonchalantly reaches down and wraps her hand around my swelling dick. She starts to stroke me softly as she begins speaking. “I didn’t date for the first two years of college because I didn’t want to get pregnant and was too busy partying and studying to focus on a relationship. You don’t think I just masturbated for those two years do you?”

“Perhaps he thought you were not sexual during those years.” Tracy chimes in.

I moan softly from the sensations of her warm, smooth fingers softly and slowly stroking my dick. I want to close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure, but I fight to keep my eyes open and focused on Heather. After a moment of silence, I hear Stacy’s sweet, charming voice begin talking again.

“Four girls living in an apartment together and you don’t think we would make out or experiment with each other? I know you men fantasize about such things and women say it never happens, but really it does…more than you men ever know. It starts out just looking at each other, then wondering if another girl’s breasts feel like our own.”

“Mmm.” I moan as Heather’s hand continues to please me. She is now making long strokes up and down the length of my hardened dick. My hips start to move along with her slow, teasing actions. I feel my body starting to heat up.

“Touching turns into making out, which leads to wondering if being touched by a woman feels as good as playing by yourself.” Tracy chimes in again.

“Next thing you know, you are fingering and being fingered.” Heather says.

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Feodor Romanov was about as far removed from his namesake and cousin, the Tsar Feodor Ivanovich whom I had met in Moscow, as it was possible to be. Where the latter was gentle, diffident and uncertain, Romanov radiated energy. He was tall, handsome in a severe sort of way, and altogether an impressive figure. But the two men had something in common beyond their first names: they were both palpably holy men.

Ana asked me later what I meant, not because she could not feel it, but because, knowing my skill with words, she thought I might be able to pin it down. But I have a feeling that the charisma is one that only the language of feelings and imagery can capture.

Feodor Ivanovich had about his piety the air of one of those icons of the Blessed Virgin which emphasise her purity and mildness. With Feodor Romanov, it was the image of Christ Pantocrator, or ‘Ruler of All,’ which came to mind. I had seen it in Orthodox churches and homes, and knew they were copies of the Ur-image which had been painted over when the Ottomans seized the great Cathedral of Hagia Sophia. I could see, at once, why men like Fr. Vlad thought that he was the man to restore the old Eastern Roman Empire. Image matters and Feodor Romanov looked like an Emperor in exile.

He accepted my bow graciously. We retired to Ana’s quarters.

The situation in Russia was, on his account, quite as bad as I had reported to my master, the Sultan. He shared my view that whenever Feodor Ivanovich died, Russia would be plunged into crisis. His own family had a claim to the throne, but Godunov had made his own accession all but certain, which posed a threat to the Romanovs. Then came little facts like the ambitions of the Poles and Swedes to take the throne of Russia. This was all, he confessed frankly, enough to make him wonder whether he would not have been wiser to have pursued the vocation he felt to become a monk.

All of this was said with the air of a man discussing a historical problem. I watched his grey eyes, but they betrayed no fear. He had about him the air of a man who knew his path might lead to martyrdom, but whose faith would sustain him through whatever ordeals there were to come. The next twenty years would show that intuition of mine to have been correct; but I could see, and feel it then.

Of Romanov, historians will write, but I doubt they will know what to write. They like their heroes and villains, though as my beloved Homer shows, there are no such things. The greatest of his heroes, Achilles, is, literally, a man with an Achilles’ heel. He is proud, petulant and spoiled and causes divisions in the ranks of the Greeks which threaten the success of their campaign. Odysseus is a man you would trust as far as you can throw him. The best of the men is Hector, and he is the enemy and killed in a terrible way.

The çıtır escort blood connection to Constantine IX was deliberately kept secret by Romanov, as it would otherwise have increased the pressure under which he already laboured.

It was clear from our first conversation that he felt threatened by Godunov. He was seen as a rival to the throne, and had it been known what his true claim was, then his fate might well have been sealed. Yet, withal, he was not a man who seemed afraid.

We sat in the great chamber hewn out of the living rock, and his skin seemed almost translucent – like marble. I was suddenly struck by the fact that we were only a few hundred feet from the tomb of the Marble King. As though he had read my thoughts, he started by staring at me and saying, ‘yes, you see it.’ I nodded. There was no need to confirm what it was we were speaking about.

‘The Jews must be returned to Jerusalem ‘ere the final trumpet sounds, and so if, Rahab, you can secure the release of those in the old Armenian kingdom, that will be a step on the road.’ His eyes shone with the intensity of the vision. I had heard and read of prophets and mystic visionaries; this was the first one I had ever met.

As Ana and I sat there in that strange but wonderful space, the veined rock ceiling arching above us, Romanov outlined his vision. The restoration of the Roman Empire would be, he told us, but the prelude to the Second Coming of Jesus as outlined in the Bible. There would be a great conflict between the restored Roman Empire and the Great Pretender, the whore of Babylon, the Pope of Rome. Then, on the plains of Mediggo, there would be one final great battle for Jerusalem. If the Jews had been returned to Israel, then the Roman Empire would emerge triumphant, and the clouds would open, and Christ would come again.

As he spoke, his eyes flashed, his voice, sonorous and deep, rose, and his words painted the picture in our minds. This, as I told Ana later, was a man who could make history. There was something compelling about him. His certainty created an aura of power which had captured us while he spoke; he could, I suspected, move multitudes.

He talked long into the evening before suddenly announcing that he had to retire to his prayers.

‘You,’ he intoned, looking at me, ‘ have a part of play in a greater story. You will be sustained.’

The intensity of his gaze made it feel as though he was looking into my very soul. As he swept out, there was a sense of loss, but also of relief.

Ana explained that because the time was coming for action, Romanov had felt it necessary to reveal himself to me. I had a feeling, as I told Ana, that he was not going to get his Second Coming in the way he expected; but what did I know? I was just a small demetevler escort sapphist struggling to sustain a position which might ultimately prove unsustainable. I felt a strange sense of relief when his escort came to take him back to his base of operations.

‘We shall meet again, Rahab,’ he said in parting.

Ana looked concerned.

‘My darling, are you all right? You have gone pale.’

Suddenly I felt faint, as though some power had been drained from the room, and with it the air.

I came to in Ana’s arms.

‘Rahab, you had me worried darling.’

Cradled in her lap, I felt as though the world was right again. I had been holding myself so tightly, concentrating so determinedly, that I had overdone it. Since returning to the Grand Serail I had been juggling a whole host of problems and congratulating myself on keeping all of the balls in play, but, as Ana pointed out, there was a price to be paid.

She stroked my hair, pulling me into her perfect breasts.

‘I promised to protect you always, my Rahab, and I shall do that.’

I found myself buried between her breasts. I could hear her heart beating, fast, as mine was. She slipped her tunic from her shoulders, leaving her breasts for me to explore. As by instinct, my mouth fastened on the right nipple, which I treated to a good licking, around and around the areola, before my lips fastened onto it. I could feel it swell as my lips fastened around it. The tip of my tongue flicked the swollen nub. She gasped.

I then transferred my attentions, equally instinctively, to the left nipple, allowing my index finger and thumb to play with the wet right one. She stroked my hair, telling me how much she loved what I was doing. It felt good. Of a sudden, my cares dropped away, and I was just a girl, loving her woman, giving and getting pleasure from physical and mental closeness.

With all my other lovers there had been what I had come to think of as the usual give and take. The getting to know each other, the sensing of what was, and was not wanted, especially in the sexual realm. Because I had always been the younger one in all my loving, and because of my size, I had always endeavoured to do what it was I thought my lover wanted; in that I had found my pleasure.

But the problem was knowing if I had gotten it right. Or I had thought that was the problem. But being with Ana was different and made me realise that there had been an underlying problem I had not seen until too late.

By nature, I sacrifice myself. I had done so to the Sultan’s mother, Calliope, and to my English slave, Jess. I had done so to Princess Damila, and to the great Queen Bess. Then, I had made the ultimate sacrifice. I had given up my comfortable life in the Seraglio for the political dikmen escort missions on which the Sultan had sent me, only to find on my return that my old life was no longer possible. I had resigned myself to exile where I hoped to be useful, and had set to work with a vengeance. But great good fortune had sent me to where I could be with Ana.

I had been hesitant. I loved Ana beyond the power of words to tell. But I realised now, lying in her arms, that I had been frightened that my own feelings would get in the way of my work. What if the Mullahs or the Rabbis or the Bishops objected to my ‘sinful’ lifestyle? And yet, withal, Ana had simply been there, working with me, organising things so that in the spring we could open the campaign to free the Jews of old Armenia. She had respected the boundaries I had erected, but quietly surmounted them.

As she did me.

I found myself under her, naked.

Her sex was above my face, and her face in mine.

Her sucking motions made me quiver, and so I did the same to her. Little pleasure bolts shot through me. My breasts were small, but my nipples, always sensitive, ached as though they would burst. My tongue slid along her folds, my fingers parting her lips so that I could suck as her inner lips as I would at a ripe fig. Her moans, the thickness of her juices, and the tensing of her thighs told me that she was reaching a point where she would not be able to hold back. At least I hoped so, as I was at the same tipping point.

Then my world exploded into stars and moans and wetness. I felt my legs jerk, my cunt flood, as hers did. Shaking. I remember shaking as never before. She rode me as I licked her, and she did the same. We lapped, licked and sucked until we both finally stopped shaking.

She slid off and came next to me on our couch. We kissed. Our faces wet with our juices, flushed, warm and loving.

She looked at me. I could see the love light in her eyes, as she could in mine.

It came to me then, and has remained with me ever since. We simply knew what each other needed. Finally, I was able, without consciously doing so, to acknowledge that I had needs sexually. I was hardly aware of them, but Ana was. It seemed then, as it has seems to this day, as though we were one, wanting the same thing, and being two parts of the same picture.

‘I love you, Rahab,’ Ana said. She invested those simply, most welcome words with a world of feeling. I felt it in my soul. A calmness descended on me. It has never left me from that day.

‘I love you, my Ana, my lover, my life, my all.’

We held each other that whole sacred night. We talked. We kissed. We slept. We loved.

That night our love was consummated in the deepest and most sacred way. In that space, hallowed by the presence of the tomb of the Marble King, I found finally, as Ana did, the assurance that we were meant to be one, and that strength would be given. The sun was streaking across the distant horizon as we held each other.

‘A new dawn, my love,’ was all she said.

And so, I realised with a sigh, I was home. The exile was over.

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It was her mind he had decided. She had a good mind … just the right mix of humor, brightness, compassion and critical thinking ability. Wrapped around all of that was her self confidence. He marveled that all that was housed in a slim, petite, pretty woman who had eyes that sparkled with amusement and curiosity.

He liked her directness. They had never talked about the weather or politics preferring to use the time for more substantive subjects. His usual opening to her was, “How’s your life?” and hers was, “Where’s the sore spot on your soul?” Maybe her repeated use of the question was what caused him to believe her piercing brown eyes could look into his soul. He let her see parts of him that no one else had ever seen and he was sure it was the same with her. Numerous short conversations and a few longer ones had convinced him of that. There wasn’t much that was off limits in terms of subject matter. He had even told her he found her quite attractive, knowing she could take it as a compliment without becoming defensive believing he was hitting on her.

They had both acknowledged to the other that masturbation was the most prolonged form of ecstasy they had experienced. He had commented to her that it was probably the most self centered kind of sex there was. Her response was, “Yeah, maybe but it’s the best.” He could only smile and nod as he peered into her steady brown eyes.

She gazed up at him, both of them soaked with their own sweat after miles of effort and conversation. They were back at the trailhead having individually struggled up the mountain and then walked down together, engaged in conversation. By unspoken mutual accord they escort beşevler stopped and faced one another. “Can we find pleasure together,” she asked as another trickle of sweat wiggled down the back of her neck.

“Together? Each our own pleasure? It’s certainly worth a try,” he smiled at her, wanting to touch her but restraining himself, watching her stiff nipples define themselves as evaporation cooled her hot body under the sweat soaked Danskin body suit.

A few minutes later they were in her van. She had driven to the most remote ramada she could find, all the windows down, each of them struggling to rid themselves of every shred of cloth that covered their bodies. After getting out of her denim shorts she unsnapped the crotch of her lavender bodysuit and wiggled her way out of it. She had swiveled her captain’s chair away from the steering wheel and sat totally naked. “My god, you are beautiful,” he whispered to her.

“Get like me,” she hissed. He struggled to get his sweat soaked Tee shirt off. Then his cross trainers and soggy socks. He bent at the waist as he stood up then shucked his shorts and briefs down his legs. He sat back down in the passenger captain’s chair and rid his ankles of shorts and briefs. They both sat naked in the plush chairs swiveled away from the windshield. “First this,” she said as she handed him a clear plastic water bottle and urged him to drink deep.

She was a short, slim, exotic beauty. He enjoyed viewing every curve, every texture, the color of her skin and hair and most especially the infinite depth and warmth of her brown eyes. She sat wantonly in her chair, beautifully naked, her eyes wide with excitement and desire. escort balgat Her eyes narrowed to slits as she spoke, I want us to be connected while we pleasure ourselves,” she whispered.

From somewhere she produced some clear plastic tubing about half the size of a pencil. She lubricated the short end of the tube, spread her legs and deftly parted her labia, exposing her urethral opening. Slowly she pushed the tube into herself until the hemostat clamping the tube closed touched the rose pedals of her shaved bare hip lips.

Again she handed him the water bottle and urged him to consume all that remained. He did. She told him to sit on the floor of the van and spread his legs. After he did she slid off her chair holding the catheter in herself by grasping the hemostat and pressing it to her pinkish brown lips. She settled between his spread legs, her thighs over his, extended past him so her knees touched his lower ribs.

Her hand guided his “Hold it in me so I can connect us,” she breathed. There was a bit of awkwardness as control of the hemostat transferred between them.

They were thigh to thigh and eye to eye as she lubricated half a foot of the free end of the tube. Their eyes met for a very long moment and her eyebrows moved upward, demanding that she be allowed to proceed. He nodded slowly three times. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and he felt her sliding the tube into him. With practiced grace she pushed the lubricated tube deeper and deeper into him until there was an overwhelming feeling that he was going to come. He moaned. She smiled and pushed another three inches into him.

He was half erect and wanting her to stroke and stimulate him escort batıkent more when she announced, “We are connected and it’s time for balance to be between us.” She gently removed his hand from the hemostat and clicked it open. He more felt than watched his yellow water flash down the small tube into her. There was a sense of relief in him as her smile slowly widened, his urine coursing into her. She became more and more breathless as his release filled her. She squirmed and her eyes begged him but he waited for the level to equal. She put her arms around his neck and moaned.

“I like you like this, ” he smiled. “Now that we are equal, begin your pleasure, ” he commanded. She began stroking herself just above where the tube was inserted in her, toying and teasing her clit. Later she would scream, knowing that he was equal to her, and that this was not a dream.

“And you yours,” she urged handing him a spritz bottle filled with an exotic mixture of lubricants. He maintained connection and erection with her, near the edge of ecstasy, in extreme pleasure, waiting for her to come.

He watched her eyes go from barely open slits of intensity to wide eyed sightlessness as a gurgling moan rolled out of her throat. After perhaps a minute her frantic fingers were back at work moving her to another peak of ecstasy. “Ooooh, Oooh, Ooh!” she screamed. After those outbursts of ecstasy she asked him if he was going to come.

“I’ll save it for another day when you are willing to swallow me with your mouth lips,” he told her.

Her eyes closed slowly and a smile of serenity spread across her face. She nodded, fingering the tube that connected them. Perhaps one day,” she said as she brought every ounce of her strength to bear, constricting her bladder and pushing urine into him. She heard his breath catch in his throat and saw surprise in his eyes. He did not object or resist when she oiled her hand and began stroking his still hard rod.

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We give everyone a hug then cranked the Jeep and headed up the mountain to the other cabin. As we made our way up the narrow, curvy road, Kathy put her hand on my leg, and I could feel her staring at me, “My husband, my husband, I love you, dear husband.” I just smiled, the words sound great to me.

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As the road leveled off, and we could see the cabin, we realized it was a duplicate of Erich’s cabin. The pond and boathouse were off the left of the cabin, and a deck extended out on that side of the cabin.

I parked in front of the cabin, handed Kathy the keys, grabbed the bags and we headed for the front door. Kathy unlocked the door, then I dropped the bags, swept her up in my arms and carried her through the door.

As soon as we were inside, Kathy pulled my mouth to hers and our tongues met in a long, wet passionate kiss. We finally pulled our lips apart, and she whispered, “My husband, my husband, please take your wife, take me any way you please. I am yours, body and soul to do with as you please.”

I kissed Kathy lightly on the lips, “My darling wife, we belong to each other. Our hearts beat as one, every part of my being belongs to you, and I willingly give it to you. I know your love for me is true. I love your passion, your desire to experience new things, daring to reach out and try new things. I love following you on new adventures. I don’t want that to stop now that we are man and wife. I only ask that it will always be the two of us, always together.”

“There’s a saying among men, the perfect wife is one who is always a lady in public and a slut behind closed doors. I would say my idea of the perfect wife is a lady in public and a kinky, perverted, pushy slut behind closed doors and I think I have the perfect wife.

“Put me down,” Kathy said with that mischievous little smile. I lowered her feet to the floor, and she dropped to her knees. She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. Before I could step out of them, she had my cock in her mouth.

She sucked the head into her mouth and let her spit run down my shaft. She runs her hand up and down my shaft until it was dripping wet and slick. Then she started sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, going a little deeper each time.

Just as my cock head reached the back of her mouth, she stopped and let my cock slip from her mouth. Before I could react, she pulled her top off, turned and lay down on the floor. She spread her legs wide and looked up at me, “Come suck all the cum out of your kinky, slut wife’s pussy while you fuck her face.”

I jerked off my shirt, stepped out of my shorts, dropped down, and aligned myself over my hot wife’s pussy. She took my cock in her mouth again, grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled my cock head into her throat. She was controlling my movement by pushing and pulling on my ass cheeks.

I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I started imminently to licking the cum off both her thighs, working my way down to her cream filled pussy. When I got to her pussy, I was a little surprised at the amount of cum that was still inside her.

Kathy pushed down several times, and a small glob of cum would shoot out of her pussy and into my waiting mouth. When the cum stopped popping out of her pussy, I pulled her legs back and licked up the cum that had run down the crack of her ass.

When I had all the cum cleaned up, I went back to her pussy. I slipped two fingers inside and found her little spongy G-spot. I began to massaging it as I licked and sucked on her clit. We were both making the passionate sounds of lovers about to reach their sexual peaks and I knew we would both soon be in climax heaven shortly.

She pushed her hips up hard against my face as she flooded my mouth with her warm cum.

I could feel my balls tightening up, and my cock head was throbbing with every beat of my heart.

Just before I shot my first line of cum down her throat, Kathy pulled back until her lips wrapped around the head. She used her hand to pump up and down my shaft as I shot load after load of my hot cum in my loving wife’s mouth.

When she had pumped the last drop of cum out of my very sensitive cock, she stopped. We stayed in the 69 position for about a minute, and then Kathy pushed me over to the side.

I rolled over on the floor and sat up.

Kathy moved to a kneeling position in front of me. I watched as she placed her hands under her tits, lifting them up a little. Then she tilted her head down and a little to the right. She parted her lips just a little, let a small stream of cum spill out of her mouth, across her chin, and down onto her right tit. Then she moved her head to the left and allowed more cum to flow out of her mouth.

She looked at me and smiled as she used her fingers to spread the cum over her tits. Then she knee-walked up to me and held her right tit up to beşevler escort bayan my mouth.

I licked around her very hard nipple then sucked it into my mouth. She pulled that tit out of my mouth, and then fed me the left one.

When she pulled her left tit back, she leaned down, and I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead, she used her cum sticky fingers in my chin to pull down, opening my mouth. I could see a little cum on her lips as she puckered up and spit a glob of cum into my mouth. She immediately placed her open mouth over mine and plunged her tongue into my mouth, flicking it around as though she was painting the inside of my mouth with the cum.

It had been a mentally, physically and sexually exhausting day. That along with the blowjob I just had, a second erection was the last thing I expected. Yet, here it was, my loving wife’s slutty, perverted behavior had my cock rock hard and throbbing.

She pushed me back on the floor, shoved two fingers into her wet pussy. She pulled them out of her pussy and pushed then into her asshole.

She straddled my legs, pulled the fingers out of her ass, aligned my hard cock with her hole then started slowly working it up her tight little shit hole.

When she had me ball deep in her ass, she started humping her hips, causing my cock to move slightly in and out of her hole.

Kathy had that mischievous little smile on her face again. She stopped moving her hips for just a second, used her fingers to pull the hood back over her clit. I was watching as the first shot of piss shot out and landed on my chest.

Kathy started giggling as a second shot struck me on the chin, “How do you like your perverted, slut wife now darling?”

“Oh baby, I love it, and I love you, give me more, and do anything that turns you on, the more, the better.”

Kathy went wild, hammering her asshole down on my cock, and using her fingers to direct her piss over my stomach, chest and mouth. I was swallowing as much as I could when it hit my mouth.

I started cumming again, “YES, YES, SHOOT YOUR HOT CUM IN YOUR SLUTS ASSHOLE. FILL ME UP BABY.”

When she had milked the last drop of cum from my cock, she raised up causing my cock to slip out of her ass.

“Watch me, baby, watch your nasty slut wife,” Kathy said as she rose up a little, and pushed down, forced the cum out of her ass. I watched as it landed on the lower part of my stomach, just above my deflating cock.

Kathy moved one leg over and knelt beside my hips. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. I was so sensitive I could hardly stand the touch, but I was not about to stop her.

She let my cock slip out of her mouth then used her fingers to scoop up part of the cum off my stomach. She put the finger into her mouth, closed her lips around it and slowly pulled her finger out.

She scooped up the remaining cum and brought the soaking fingers to my mouth.

I eagerly sucked them clean as she used her fingers to toy around with my tongue.

She lay down next to me; we rolled over on our side, and I cuddled up behind her. Suddenly she started laughing, “The door; we didn’t even close the front door.” I rose up and looked over to see the door was still wide open and our bags were sitting on the porch. I just cuddled back with her and told her I would take care of it later.

About twenty minutes later, I stood up, and then helped Kathy to her feet. I stepped over and pick up our bags, closed the door, then we went in search of the master bed and bath.

We crossed the large den area and walked up the stairs, and down the hallway. There were several doors on each side of the hall. They were all closed except the one on the right at the end of the hall. We found the open door was to the master bedroom.

It was a gigantic room filled with very elegant furnishings, including the largest bed I had ever seen. There were two large closets and two other doors with no handles, only key holes.

The bathroom was off to the left. There was a large Jacuzzi along one wall, with a large walk-in shower along the wall behind it. It also had two toilets, two dressing tables and near the middle of the room was what I assumed to be a massage table. There was a closet and two locked cabinets built into the back wall.

Kathy smiled as she held up the key ring Erich had given us. I took the ring and looked at the keys. One was for the front door, and another key that looked very similar to the front door key we assumed was the boat house key. There were four other keys on the ring. We walked over to the two locked cabinets.

The second key I tried opened the top cabinet. It contained everything you would ever need for a douche or enema. All the bags, hoses, and tips were neatly hanging on hooks. There were several bottles, all labeled with instructions. The bottom shelf had one stack of vinyl covers and another stack of fitted sheets; both looked like they balgat escort bayan would fit the massage table. Two double hang IV poles were hanging on hooks on the inside of the cabinet door.

The same key opened the second cabinet. When I pulled the door open, and we looked inside, Kathy laughed, “Oh shit, Al had to have something to do with all this.” There was a verity of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, strap- on, and harnesses with inserts.

I noticed two toys shaped like a real cock, but I could see a hole in the head and several small holes along the shaft. They had a four-foot long hose with an inline control valve, attached to the other end. There were also several bottles of various types of lubes.

There was a booklet lying on a shelf just below the toys. It contained instructions, with pictures of every item in the two cabinets. The first picture was of a woman lying on her side on the table; the IV pole was in a holder at the corner of the table with an enema bag hanging from it and a tube inserted in the woman’s ass. There were also instructions for deep bowel enemas, anal canal enemas, (daily maintenance for anal sex), coffee enema, (full clean out with a little caffeine high).

Kathy and I both looked a little puzzled and laughed when we read about the coffee. As we continued to look through the booklet, we found directions on the dildos with the tubes. The gray one was for anal use, and the white one was for vaginal use. There were instructions, with pictures, on how to connect them to fittings in the shower wall and adjust the water pressure and temperature.

Kathy grabbed the two toys a small jar of coconut oil, and we stepped over to the shower entrance and looked inside. It was designed in such a way that it didn’t require a shower door. The floor had a slight tilted to the middle, and there was a line of small showerheads up both sides and over the top. When I turned on the controls, it created a fine mist of water similar to a soft shower of rain.

We walked through the warm mist of water into a shower. It was different from anything we had ever seen before. There were six hand-held shower heads in their holders about six feet up the wall with a smooth round marble seat about three feet off the floor, attached to the wall by a stainless steel bracket. There was also a unique shaped frame attached to the back wall. It had two oval shaped shafts about two feet long by four inches in diameter. They were attached to a flat, half-moon shaped frame at about a fourth five-degree angle of each other, and attached to the wall by the back plate, and the front of the rack had two padded handgrips on it. It reminded me of a saddle rack.

There were connections and control valves on either side of the rack and a hook on either side about two feet above the rack.

Kathy and I both looked at it, trying to determine why it was there. Kathy looked at me and started smiling. She handed me the two toys and jar of cream, then put one leg over the rack and straddled it like a saddle.

Once she was setting in place, we realized she was in a comfortable setting position with the pussy and asshole totally exposed and gaped open a little.

I fastened the end of the hoses to the fittings on the wall. I adjusted the water pressure and temperature on each line and then turned the water off with the inline valve.

Kathy was smiling, and lightly fingering her pussy as she watched me getting things ready. I opened the jar and dipped two fingers into the coconut oil. It was rather thick and clingy. As I applied it to the gray dildo, I found it was also very slick.

Kathy dipped two fingers into the jar, reached back and coated her ass with it, pushing one finger into her anal passage.

“Your slut wife’s holes are ready for you.. my husband. Fill me up with the nice warm water, and it’ll make me cum again.”

I opened the inline valves about half way. There was a small stream of water squirting out the end with smaller sprays coming out the small holes up and down the shaft. I aligned it with Kathy shit hole and pushed.

Kathy moaned as I pushed deeper into her. “Wide open my husband, turn the water valve wide open.”

I did as she asked, then aligned the white one with her slightly gaped open pussy. I pushed until I heard, “AAAAHHHHH, right there Baby, now turn it wide open.”

As soon as I turned the second valve open, Kathy moaned and leaned back against the shower. The water was gushing out both of her holes, and she had totally surrendered herself to the pleasures.

“Fuck my holes my husband, fuck me hard” Kathy pleaded.

I dropped to my knees and started a rhythm of fucking the toys in and out of her holes.

I noticed when she was leaning back against the shower wall that her pussy was a little more exposed. I continued the fucking rhythm in her pussy and ass as I leaned into her and started licking her clit.

Kathy grabbed the back of my head batıkent escort bayan and pulled me tight into her clit. Her loud moaning developed into a loud scream as she reached an all-out, mind-blowing climax. She fell back against the shower wall, her head dropped down, and her arms dropped to her side.

I let go of the hoses and grabbed Kathy just before she fell off the rack. I held her in my arms for a few second, and then she looked up at me. She was smiling as she threw her arms around my neck. Both dildos slipped out of her ass and pussy at the same time causing her to let another loud moan.

Kathy kissed me hard and passionately, her hungry tongue plunging deep into my mouth. She broke the kiss and whispered, “You’ve got to try this, let me fuck your ass and suck your cock at the same time. You’re going to love it.

“Dear wife of mine, I don’t think I have a drop of cum left in me, but we’ll try anything you want to try,” I said as I helped her off the rack.

I straddled the rack and could feel my asshole open up a little, and my cock and balls were hanging down, totally exposed to my kinky wife, for her to do with as she pleased.

She dipped her fingers in the coconut oil then covered my ass, pushing one, and then two fingers up inside, twisting them from side to side.

She pulled her fingers out of my ass, and I could feel the small, warm stream of water from the dildo as Kathy lined it up with my hole. As the tip pushed past my sphincter, I could feel the water filling my gut, and I was able to hold the water inside for a short time. The dildo tip was about six inches long. By the time Kathy had about five inches of it in my asshole, I could feel the water squirting against the walls of my shit hole. I was so full of water I couldn’t hold it inside any longer.

Kathy started fucking the tip in and out of my ass. I had water squirting in and water running out my ass at the same time. Each time she pulled out or pushed it back in a hard stream of water would spray against my prostate. This was giving me a raging hard-on, and it was like an electric shock shooting through my body

At the same time, Kathy was holding the white toy up behind my scrotum, letting the water spray over my balls

I remember my body felt like it was on fire. I could remember, I threw my head back and looked up at the ceiling. The next thing I remember was Kathy laughing, and her arms were around me, holding me close.

“You’re gonna be okay my darling. I’m holding you; I’m not gonna let you fall” Kathy said as she kissed me all over my face

It took me a few seconds to realize I had blacked out. “Damn baby, what a ride,” I said as my brain slowly returns to reality.

We quickly cleaned up everything then took our showers. We were both a little hungry by then, so we headed for the kitchen, hoping we could find a quick snack.

We found a verity of cold cuts and fresh baked bread. The wine cooler had a good selection of wines. We made a couple of super sandwiches, uncorked a bottle of wine and headed for the den.

Calling this a den would defiantly be an understatement, I’ve seen houses with less floor space. The decor was a western theme with a big stone fireplace. There was a large TV off to the left of the fireplace, but the thing that really caught my eye was the two built-in cabinets on each side of the TV.

They didn’t have any handles to open the doors. Instead, they both had a gold colored key slot. I had noticed one gold colored key on the ring Erich had given us. We set our food and wine down on the tables in front of the big four-cushion coach and proceeded to the cabinets to satisfy our curiosity.

The key fit and we found that the first cabinet we opened contained a verity of camera equipment. There were two 16 mm movie cameras and two DVD cameras, three different types of still cameras, two tripods and several pieces of equipment that looked as though it could be used to edit or review films.

The next cabinet contained four shelves of DVDs. The top shelf had a small label, Blank Tapes. The second shelf and about half of the third one had DVDs with printed covers. We looked at several of these and found they were all sex tapes with such titles as, Strap-on party, Getting Fisted, Rainy Day Party and Entered by The Back Door.

All the other DVD’s had clear covers with written titles on the end of the cover. The first one we looked at was labeled, Dale, Salvia and Tim’s first family meeting/Salvia’s and Stephen’s time with Moms and Dads.

We held that tape out to watch first and then looked at a couple more labels. The next one was marked, Fun Night with Erich and family/First Meeting with Lawan. We looked at several others labels and noticed they all had two to three different titles on each one.

We turned on the TV and DVD player then popped in the tape. When the tape first started, we thought it was defective. The TV screen just showed various shades of red and pink. Then the camera zoomed out, and we could see that it was a close-up of the inside of Salvia’s pussy. She was holding it open with her fingers as she was sitting naked on the edge of the couch we were now sitting on.

“And then there was a pussy, and that’s one of the things we are here for,” Salvia said as the camera panned around the room.

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I had just laid down to sleep after the 10 hour midnight shift I had just finished. The apartment door closed quietly as my daughter Melanie left for school. I could hear the thunder approaching in the distance on that cold October morning, and knew I’d get a good days sleep, as the thunder and rain would block out the background noise of the city. Life had been a lot different since my wife ran off with her new love, and left me behind with my daughter. Melanie who was blossoming into a beautiful woman had just turned 18 and was finishing her last year of high school.

The next thing I knew, I was awoken to Melanie standing in my bedroom doorway. Hand on hips, dripping wet, and shivering from the rain.

“What the hell dad… I called three damn times!”

She scolded me, the rule was in thunderstorms and snowstorms I was supposed to pick her up. But the cooler weather mixed with the rain had finally let me get a full 8 hours of sleep. Laying there trying to gather my thoughts, and desperately trying not to reach for my raging piss hard on, I told Melanie I was sorry.

She picked up one of my t-shirts off the floor, dropping her backpack and jacket beside her, I finally realized how wet she really was. Her white blouse was stuck to her soft white skin, and her bra did nothing to hide her nipples poking through. Her jeans looked as though they were painted onto her long slender legs. Melanie turned her back to me and took off her shirt, bra and jeans. Her underwear crept slowly up her ass crack when she bent over, and gave me a view of her beautiful puffy teenage pussy lips. My cock by this point had started dripping pre-cum and I was doing everything to fight the thoughts going through my head.

“I love the way your shirts smell when you’re finished work, it’s always so musky” she inhaled the collar of my shirt, picking up her laundry and throwing it towards her room. My boxer shorts tightened even more when she approached my bed.

“I’m cold daddy, and your bed is already warm” Melanie flipped back the covers and climbed into my queen size bed beside me.

Lifting my arm she draped herself over my warm body, resting her leg on my thighs and wrapping an arm over my chest. I could almost hear her purring like a giant cat, pushing her firm body up against me as tightly as possible.

“Isn’t this nice daddy, just like when I was little and used to come, and sleep with you on Saturday mornings.” I thought to myself, that this is nothing like when you were little, you didn’t have perfect C-cup breasts when you were little and an ass you could bounce quarters on.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle and excused myself to the bathroom. Arching forward so she couldn’t see my raging hard on, I walked to the washroom at the end of the hall. Standing there at the toilet trying to force out piss that wouldn’t be released until I got rid of this erection. I slowly started jerking myself off trying to think of everything sexy that came into my head. But the only thing I could think of was Melanie’s soft skin and her puffy pussy.

It took me less than a minute to orgasm, and a geyser doesn’t even begin to explain the amount of cum I shot into the toilet. I finished pissing and wiping up the fresh jizz that had landed on the seat and made my way back. Melanie had literally taken over my bed and fallen asleep. I had another three hours before I had to get ready for work, so I climbed back in beside her and started to doze back off.

When I woke up it had already gotten dark again. Melanie had become the big spoon and was pushed into my back, except I felt no shirt on my skin. What I beşevler escort felt was breasts, perfect teen breasts pressed skin to skin into me. Her arm was draped over me and had made its way into my boxers, as she grasped my cock. I laid there quietly trying to figure out if she was still asleep.

“Melanie” I whispered softly, as a light moan came from her lips.

She was definitely still sleeping. I reached for my cell phone and checked the time. I had two hours before I had to be to work, then a very evil idea came into my head. I lifted the blankets off of my body and pulled away from Melanie, her grip tightening on my shaft as I did sombut then released.

I rolled off of the bed as quietly as a 200 pound man can, and flipped to look at my daughter. She laid there in the setting suns light and looked like an angel in the glow. Her blonde hair spread over the pillow, and my shirt pushed up over her breasts. I turned the camera on my phone and started snapping pictures. She stirred for a second and I stopped. She then rolled over and the blankets pulled off of her lower half exposing her naked ass. At some point while lying with me, she had kicked off her white cotton panties, and was completely nude from the waste down.

I snapped three pics of her tight ass then I see them, her panties lying at the end of my bed. I picked them up off the floor and smelled them. They were damp and had the lingering scent of teenage pussy and I could see the outline of where she had dropped fresh pussy juice into them. I laid Melanie’s panties on my bed and pulled my cock out of my boxers. Turning my phone to video mode, I jerked my cock again releasing my seed all over the crotch of my daughters underwear. I then placed them back at the end of the bed and went to make myself some breakfast before work.

Melanie stumbled into the kitchen a half an hour later.

“Hi daddy, how did you sleep?” She asked.

“Better than I have in a longtime angel, it was great cuddling with you again. It was nice to feel someone in my bed, besides an empty space.” I replied with a tiny smirk.

She smiled back as I handed her a plateful of eggs and bacon. When I turned around I had knocked the spatula on the floor. I bent down to pick it up and looked over towards Melanie. Her legs were spread wide open and she had on the exact same panties I had cummed in only a half hour earlier. She was squirming in her seat when I stood back up and her cheeks were flushed bright red.

I ate as fast as possible and then went and jumped in the shower. Thinking about my daughters tight little pussy being squished against her cum soaked panties, soaked in my cum. I reached over and grabbed my phone off the toilet. I then downloaded a file hiding app and moved the pictures and video I had just taken to it. Swiping through the pictures over and over again, staring at her upturned breasts and beautiful ass. When got to the video and started to watch it, I seen something that had me very worried. In the corner of the screen I could see Melanie’s face…. her eyes were wide open and she was watching me the whole time. Then when I came she had smiled and licked her lips. I dropped my phone on the towel on the floor, and tried to figure out what the fuck I was going to do.

When I finally left the bathroom there was a note on the kitchen table.

Dear dad, gone to Cheryl’s house, it’s a PA day tomorrow so no school. Have a great night at work and I’ll see you when you get home.

Love Melanie.

I packed my lunch and walked out the door into the cool night. I tried with all my mental powers to balgat escort get rid of Melanie’s smiling face out of my head but nothing worked. When I arrived at work at 9pm Melanie texted me.

“Is it okay if Cheryl spends the night?” She asked.

“I don’t care just stay out of the booze and don’t stay up all night.” I replied. The next ten hours were spent wondering if Melanie had told Cheryl about what had happened between us. When I got back home at six I got my answer.

I quietly walked into the house and headed down the dark hallway toward my bedroom. To my surprise my bed wasn’t empty. There cuddled together, were a very naked Melanie and Cheryl. Now Melanie was taller about 5’8 and her breasts were smaller than Cheryl’s. Cheryl though was no slouch in the looks department either. Jet black hair, big brown eyes and olive skin. Her family was Greek and she got all the amazing looks from her mother. Her small 5′ frame held giant double D tits. And she had the hips and ass of a woman who did squats everyday of her life. The were intertwined together, a mesh of arms and legs. There tits were pushed together and Cheryl’s hand was buried in my daughters pussy.

“Good morning daddy, don’t be shy climb in” Melanie whispered to me.

She pushed Cheryl away and opened up a space between the two of them. My heart raced as I tried to figure out what to do.

“It’s okay daddy we want it to. We want you to be both of our firsts. We decided it a long time ago, and my experiment last night was the final piece of our plan to see if you would do it.”

This explained everything finally. I stripped off my clothes and went to the washroom and had a thirty second shower to wash off the ten hour sweat from my balls. Drying off on my way back to the bedroom they still laid there, so I knew I wasn’t just dreaming. I climbed into bed between Melanie and Cheryl and both of them snuggled up to me.

I fell asleep as I felt them both dozing off back to dreamland. When I woke a few hours later, I felt a warm wetness on cock and balls. I raised my head only to be met by a beautiful round ass. I knew even in the dim light that it wasn’t Melanie’s and realized Cheryl was in a sixty nine position with me. I looked around the room and Melanie was nowhere to be found.

“She’s in the shower John, we got a little sticky last night and she wanted to be perfect for you” Cheryl said.

It was then that I noticed her pussy was wet but it wasn’t from being turned on it was the fact she was perfectly clean. She smelled of lavender and vanilla and it was driving me crazy. I reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her pussy down to my lips. Licking her from her clit to her asshole and then back to her pussy, I jammed my tongue as deep inside her as I could. She moaned and wrapped her lips around my swollen cock, taking my whole 8″ down her throat.

I heard Melanie clear her throat at the door.

“I see you started without me, just like I said you would Cheryl.”

” I couldn’t wait… I mean look at this cock, it’s beautiful.” Melanie walked to the bed, and started rubbing my balls.

“Well I’m first, he’s my dad and we decided whoevers dad fucked us got to go first.” Cheryl made a whining noise and moved her mouth off of my cock.

“Daddy don’t worry about cumming inside me. Mom put me on the pill when I was fourteen and I never forget to take it, even though I’ve never had sex.” Melanie said excitedly.

She then positioned herself over my raging cock and lowered herself down. She let the tip of my cock squeeze into her ultra tight pussy simply waiting batıkent escort there. I still had Cheryl’s pussy in my face and kept licking as I felt Melanie lower her pussy even more onto my cock. She took a deep breath and dropped all the way. I felt a little pressure as I broke through her hymen and then it was just amazing.

“See I told you it wouldn’t hurt that bad” Cheryl said.

Melanie sat on my cock, rocking back and forth, driving me deep inside of her. I could hear the two of them kissing as I licked and ate Cheryl’s pussy and asshole. Melanie started rubbing her clit and her pussy clenched as she had her first orgasm of the night.

“Your turn Cheryl, I came. Just a second and I’ll get a cloth to clean his cock” Melanie said after she got off.

As she stood up Cheryl didn’t seem like she could wait and climbed right on. Her pussy was much tighter, and from all the saliva much more ready for me. She sat down again and told me this was her dream since she first met me when she was fifteen. She started riding me and when it got to her hymen she pushed down until I broke through. She let out a little cry and kept going.

“You got to go first but I’m gonna make him cum first” she said slyly to Melanie.

She rode me like a woman who’s had a lot more sex then she previously said. Melanie leaned down and kissed me, placing her tits in my face to lick and suck her nipples. I reached up and grabbed Cheryl’s huge double d’s and pinched her nipples.

“Cum for me daddy” Melanie whispered in my ear. “Cum in Cheryl’s tight pussy, so I can get my turn again.”

She reached under Cheryl’s big ass and started playing with my balls. These girls knew exactly how to get a man to cum. My balls tightened up and I shot my first huge load of the night. Cheryl moaned and came with me, her pussy squeezing every last drop of cum from my balls. She fell onto me her tits pressed into my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. Looking into my eyes, she kissed me long and deep, jamming her tongue into my mouth. She kissed to my ear and whispered thank you. Rolling off she got up and went to the bathroom.

Melanie in the meanwhile had wiped my cock clean with a damp cloth and when it was to her liking she started sucking my dick again. Within minutes I was rock hard and Melanie had laid on the bed beside me. I rolled between her legs and started licking her clit, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to her pussy. I had heard Cheryl come back in but didn’t know what she was doing, until I felt her tongue in my asshole. She reached under me and started stroking my cock as she ate my asshole out. I pulled my mouth off of Melanie’s pussy,

“Cheryl you’re fucking amazing” I said as she continued to go to town on me.

When Melanie’s pussy was good and wet again I placed my cock in her pussy and pushed forward. Driving my cock in her wet hole, she squealed and wrapped her legs around me.

“Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard!” Melanie screamed.

I drove all 8″ of my cock into her and fucked her for all I was worth. Cheryl had come around the bed and climbed on Melanie’s face, forcing her to eat her pussy again. She grabbed Melanies legs and pulled them up and held them for me. I bounced Melanie off the bed, her pussy and my cock slapping together in rhythm, her moaning into Cheryl’s pussy as she came again and Cheryl came on her face. My balls tightened as I let loose my second load into my daughter.

Cheryl and I embraced and kissed again as Melanie squirmed underneath her. We all fell to the bed and held each other. I called into work sick that day, and stayed with my daughter and her friend making love all day and night. Melanie and Cheryl are going to a local college and to save money have both moved in with me. We have threesomes every now and then but mainly we just fuck each other whenever we want. It’s a great relationship and my bed is never empty anymore.

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Ms. Johnson, the lady next door, asked me to clean her pool once a week. It was an easy job; she had a machine that did most of the work. I only had to push it around a little and then clean the filter. The pay was decent, but I worked for reasons other than money. When I usually arrived, Ms. Johnson would still be swimming. She always wore a white bathing suit and when it was wet, I could see her nipples and hairy mound through the thin material. That was more than enough for a horny 18-year old guy like me, even if she was 45 and 6’1″ and 190 lbs.

I had been making some progress with my girlfriend who, like me, was about to graduate high school. She was the prettiest girl in school and I being only 5’5″ and 125 lbs was happy with Susie. We had sex, but she wouldn’t satisfy me the way I wanted. I wanted to be fucked with a strap on. She would play with my cock and ass, but nothing else. I felt frustrated night after night. I had to masturbate just to feel some release. We were going steady and planning on attending the same college in the fall, but she had these damn rules. I ended up writing about my fantasies of getting fucked with a strap on in a notebook. I often carried it in my pocket, for those moments when my time with Susie left me lusting for more.

It happened one week, when I had gone over to her place to clean the pool, Ms. Johnson got out, I had my looks at her and that swimsuit, and she went into the screened-in porch. Once inside she unhooked the straps on her bathing suit, pulled it down, and dried off with a towel, and I got an even better look at her body.

It happened again the week after.

The third week I was ready and I was almost certain that she was doing this for me to see her. I watched until she put on a big fluffy white bathrobe and then I went over and knocked on the screen door. She opened it quickly, her robe giving escort bahçelievler me nice view of her cleavage.

“Come in Bobby, come in,” she said, “Can I get you something to drink? Maybe a beer?”

“Sure Ms. Johnson, a beer would be great.”

“Oh don’t call me that. Call me Gail. Everybody else does,” she said with a smile as she walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

I had no doubt that she wanted to show me her breasts as she bent over to get the beer off the bottom shelf. Her robe was open at the top and she made no effort to close it. I was starting to get a bulge in my shorts.

We walked back out to the porch and she motioned me to a chair. She sat down across from me and crossed her legs. Her robe dropped open, showing off a generous amount of thigh. She caught me looking.

“Do you like my legs?”

I must have blushed because my face felt funny. “Well … I … yeah, I guess.”

She placed my notebook down in front of me. I must have dropped it last week while cleaning her pool. “I saw you looking at me dry off. You left this book your last visit and I have already read all about your strap on fantasies.”

I had guessed she knew I was looking before, but I was still embarrassed. I said nothing.

“Here,” she said, “take a better look.”

With that, she stood up and took off her robe and stood there bare breasted with a strap on. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman with a strap on and she just stood there letting me gaze. Then she lifted her arms up and put her hands behind her head, pulling her elbows back.

She had beautiful tits- big and creamy white with luscious silver dollar nipples that were starting to stand up. Her belly was not as flat as Susie’s, but her tits had to be twice the size. Her pussy had thick, curly brunette hair, so different escort balgat from fair haired Susie. My cock was rock hard and straining to be let loose.

“Your girlfriend is still young. She doesn’t have enough experience in fucking yet. Come over here, Bobby. Come over here and feel of my tits.”

As though I were in a trance I got up and walked over to her and began to feel of those beautiful, heavy tits. She reached down and started to massage the bulge in my pants. She opened my belt and unzipped my shorts and let them drop to my ankles with my boxers. My cock sprang up hard and ready and she took it in her hand and stroked it.

“Here, baby, let me put one hand down here,” she said as she moved one hand down to my ass. She put my right foot up on the chair, spreading my legs. Then she put her fingers on my asshole and shoved them inside.

I started to moan as her finger moved in and out of my ass. It was a lot bigger than Susie’s finger. She was kind enough to lubricate my tight ass with Vaseline, which made it wet and slippery and I thought about how easily her cock would slip into me.

She pulled me down on the soft mat covering the floor and positioned me between her legs and she began to suck my cock. I had persuaded Susie to do this a couple of times, but Gail’s mouth was hot and her tongue working on the head of my dick felt like nothing I had ever felt before, she was experienced. I thought I was going to come, but she caught my hand and made me sit on her. With her cock in her hand she positioned it between my asshole and made me slide down on her. She started to fuck me. This is what some of the guys at school had talked about. It felt wonderful as the toy slid in and out of my ass. But I couldn’t hold it any longer, my cock stared to tremble and I started to pump sperm onto her thick thighs.

Gail escort batıkent caressed my face and kissed me gently on the mouth. . I started to get up but she pulled me gently back down and sat me down on her thigh. She reached and started to play with my balls very gently and after only a minute I was hard and ready.

Then she made me sit on her cock facing her. I started to ride her and pump my hips to meet her with every thrust. She was fucking me hard and I was thinking about cumming again when I started to moan and hump harder. Then my whole body started to tremble as I felt her entire cock slide into my ass. I felt full; it was a feeling I had never felt before and I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed tight and she seemed lost. I had heard about it from the guys at school. This must be what it feels like to be fucked by a woman with strap on. She kept pumping me harder and deeper and I quickly had another orgasm, spilling my load onto her breasts. I collapsed on her body and rested.

It was at least full ten minutes before she spoke. “It was your first time, wasn’t it?”

I was embarrassed. I wondered if I should I try to brag. But I figured she would know. “Yes it was my first time. I’ve played with my girlfriend Susie but she won’t … ah … you know.”

Gail chuckled. “She won’t fuck you.”

“Yeah,” I said, “she won’t.”

“If you treat her right she will,” Gail said smiling. “You have to know how to do it. It’s hard for a girl to do it the first time. So many people have told her she shouldn’t.”

“How do I treat her right?”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll show you. She’ll be willing to fuck your ass for you any time you want before the month is out.” Gail laughed as she said it and reached down to play with my ass again. “You’ll be using this lovely thing like an expert before you know it.”

We got up and she put her robe back on. This time it covered her properly. I picked up my shorts and got dressed. She came over to me and planted me on her hip and kissed me gently on the mouth. Then she whispered in my ear, “Come over here tomorrow afternoon. I’ll give you your first lesson on how to treat Susie right.”

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Beth was the only child of a middle aged catholic couple. Brought up in the proper way Beth was raised strong in the faith, and schooled at the convent grammar in the nearby town. As bright and pretty as she was she did not have a lot of friends. Having to catch the bus to school meant that in the evening she would be isolated from her friends and an outsider to the few local children her age. After spending so many evenings alone reading, one thing she did have was a good imagination.

As a late teenager Beth had discovered the secret pleasures of self abuse. Even at a girls catholic school in the 60’s, naked pictures of men were often passed around. Girls would publicly giggle at the long hanging cocks but at night those images would return in their dreams and fantasies. Having been brought up in the knowledge that all sex was in some way wrong, dirty and wicked, Beth had had a horror of being found indulging her own pussy in the darkness. One picture in particular had a significant effect. It had shown a man and a woman together. The woman being naked on her hands and knees was letting this man put his stiff penis into her from behind. What puzzled her was how could she let him see her naked, never mind how he came to be putting that long thing into her. It all seem too weird and to rude to be true. The only thing that thinking about it did though was to get her panties all wet from her very aroused pussy.

The girls at school had speculated about how it could come about that man could enter a woman. Some thought that maybe the priest made you do things like that after you got married. Some girls suggested that kissing made you both drunk then you didn’t feel shy undressing in front of each other.

So the rude thoughts had made her inquisitive about her own pussy. Why did it get so wet? Why if she touched it pleasure shot through her body? Given time she had advanced her technique and had begun to rub her pussy more and more often, and with more and more vigour. But as she had started to masturbating she knew that if had to be done as quietly as possible in the middle of the night, or in strange isolated places where there was no chance of being caught.

At first she had only used her fingers to tease her sensitive nub but as her confidence grew she went on to slip more and more fingers up inside her tight hole. When this got routine Beth found it exciting to find random objects that could be substituted for the large, thick cock of an imaginary lover. In the cellar of her Grans house she had spent quite a few sessions on an old chair with her feet wide apart up on the wall, using a glass rolling pin as the shaft of a slave boy. Sweating and muscular, he was fucking her mercilessly with his black veined monster. These times would leave her exhausted, sat in a puddle of her own making.

All this was years ago though, she had married at 21. Then the 2 children came along and having time and opportunity seemed to evaporate, she hadn’t played with herself since she was 20. Now at 56 and her husband 2 months in the grave these thoughts had started to rear their heads once again.

Her husband hadn’t been the most adventurous lover but what he lacked in imagination he made up for with the size of his bulbous member. Not that long at 7 inches but he had a huge purple end. And as a slim small woman it was proportionally massive. When in full vigour, it had felt like he would reach her stomach as he thrust up her love hole. She always came.

Now laid on the bed, she casually turned the pages of some of his porn mags she had found when clearing the shed. She wondered if her husband had beaten his cock in his secret place while reading them like she had to do in her youth. After her shower Beth had gone to her bedroom with a distinct plan. She had taken care to shut the curtains without leaving gaps and placed the phone off the hook. Now naked on her bed she was free to turn the pages and let the fingers of the right hand drift across her pubis. Pictures of young women with their taught pussies being stretched by gorgeous hunks was doing something for her. Porn had come a long way from the 60’s. The one picture with the spent cock and dripping pussy definitely made her test just how slippery her pussy was. Yes her labia was wet, 2 bahçelievler escort bayan fingers went easily in and she hardly noticed. She realised if she was going to fuck herself she would have to find something thick and long to do it. Looking around she spotted her hairbrush. The handle was smooth wide and long. Sliding it up and down her pussy gave her that thrill from her Gran’s cellar. As she worked it up she fell back and closed her eyes. That black lover was doing his magic. She spread her legs wider to make room for her phantom youth. But it wasn’t enough, Beth wanted more. On her dresser was a tall scent bottle 2 inches across, yes that was what she needed. She got it and lay down again. God she needed this! With abandon she drove it urgently home again and again. She wanted a fix now, this wasn’t the time for a slow build up. Beth wanted release. Drawing her knees together she went into convulsions as her first orgasm in months ripped through her body.

Slowly relaxing she lowered her knees and brought the offending bottle out of her sloppy cunt with a pop. This was good but she wanted to repeat it. Beth thought about finding someone but it was too soon after the funeral. Plus she really wasn’t that unhappy about being single. What she needed was a clean casual lover who would do everything she asked of them. It came to her as clear as 150 watt bulb in a cupboard.

There and then she dressed, choosing a top that made the most of her 38C bust. She hopped into the car and drove into town. Well prepared and with a plan, the only thing she had not done was put any panties on under her knee length skirt. It was late in the afternoon but she was targeting a particular shoe shop. She had been there the previous week just looking, and had being served by a very timid young man. As she entered she was delighted to see the same ungamely youth selecting items for an elderly woman. Pretending to be browsing their stock Beth waited until he became available.

“Could you help me please young man?”

“Yes madam of course.” answered the shy attendant. ‘Garth’ was on his name tag.

“Could you show me a selection of your black stiletto shoes size 4.” Beth sat in an upholstered chair. and took in the scene. Just Garth serving and another female assistant sorting out the days till receipts with her back to the shop.

It took Garth some 5 minutes to assemble half a dozen pairs. Garth returned and assumed his normal waiting on position kneeling down in front of Beth’s legs. As he went through his usual patter on comfort, style etc he became aware that this lady had parted her legs a little more than he would have expected. In the corner of his eye he thought he could glimpse stocking tops under the skirt. A little flustered he tried to avoid looking that way obviously but was constantly unconsciously being drawn to look again.

“These shoe with the thin straps would suits your narrow ankles madam.”

“Yes try them on me please.”

As he fumbled with the buckle Beth opened her thighs more. There was enough light that Garth had a clear view of a shaved 56 year old pussy. What’s more it appeared wet. In shock he instinctively looked up and was caught by Beth’s constant stare, he knew he been caught peeking.

“I like the look of these Garth, did you like your look?”

Garth blushed.

“Take a good long look Garth.” Beth encouraged. Garth froze as she leant forward and whispered “You can have a closer look if you have an hour after work to come home with me and help a lonely lady out?”

Garth hadn’t had much experience with women but he wasn’t gay, just not confident. He had done a lot of whacking off, and his bed sheets were often such a mess but real women, no. He had felt some girls tits at a party, and then only because she was drunk. Was he brave enough, what had he to lose. None of his friends would ever find out. Garth thought about it. She was smaller than he was so he probably wouldn’t be in danger, plus he could always run off. He was likely to be quicker than she was. In his mind he worked out that he couldn’t refuse this polite lady.

“Yes madam I finish in 10 minutes, I would like to help out.” Garth manage to say in a very sheepish fashion. With that balgat escort Beth closed her thighs and the sweet scent of quim juice reached Garths nostrils for the first time ever.

Beth decided to buy a particularly tall pair of heels and told Garth that she would wait opposite the shop in her red Suzuki.

25 minutes later at the end of a very formal drive home Beth drew into her driveway just as darkness was decending. She unlocked the front door and went directly up stairs.

“The down stairs bathroom is there Garth if you’ll be so good as to wash, I’ll be down in a few minutes. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks mam.”

“Beth Garth, Beth, you can’t be calling me madam or mam Garth.” She corrected him.

“Sorry mam, Beth.”

He went to the bathroom and washed his cock, it was so hard, It had been since the display in the shop. In the living room he sat in the light of the hallway.

“Oh you silly boy Garth.” said Beth returning and putting on some mood lights. Closing the curtains she returned and sat in an armchair opposite Garth. Her skirt was shorter with the same stockings only now she had on the tall heels.

“Did you like my little show in the shop Garth? Come and kneel in front of me. I hope I didn’t shock you too much Garth?”

“Oh no Beth, no it was, err nice.”

“Only nice Garth, really your eyes were so large and you got such a large bulge in the front of your trousers. Do you want me to do that for you again Garth, this time we can talk too?”

“Yes I think I would like that.” With that she pulled her skirt up and parted her thighs. She watched as Garths eyes followed her every move. Using just a single finger she stroked up and down her lips until they too were parted. Then she leant backwards for him to inspect.

“Can you see how you are making the juice run out of my pussy Garth. It’s you watching that is doing that. Shall I carry on?”

“Please Beth.”

“When I’m alone Garth I sometimes feel that I need a man inside me so I make do by touching myself.”

With that Beth found her love hole and pushed a finger up. Repeating the motion for a little while she withdrew it and then circles her clit before placing the finger in her mouth and sucking it off.

“What do you do Garth when you need a woman?”

Garth was in awe. The question took longer than usual to sink in.

“At night Beth I get terribly randy and have to rub my cock.”

“Does it shoot white cum out when you do Garth? Asked Beth while she tried 2 fingers for size.

“Yes lots, it can be 4 or 5 times each night. I catch it in tissues or else my bed would be soaking.”

“Why don’t you get him out now while you are watching me, I can see him try to escape now!”

With that Garth started to undo his pants and as he did Beth speeded up her rhythmic fingers a little. Soon his member was upright before him. He clutched it in his right hand while cradling his balls with his left. Garth was uncircumcised and about 6 inches. Beth wasn’t bothered by this. It was his presence and compliance she wanted, not length.

“Pull down on him hard Garth, I want to see how you abuse him at night. Have you had your cock in a girl Garth?”

“No Beth, never.” Garth was beating his cock now without any qualms.

Beth reached under a cushion and pulled out the glass perfume bottle. Slowly working it in she prised open her pussy and start to fuck herself with it. While it was being guided in and out her left hand was kneading her clit.

This was too much for poor Garth.

“I’m going to cum Beth, ohrrr.”

“On this Garth, shoot it over my bottle.”

Garth clambered forward between Beth’s legs just in time for the first stream of semen to shoot over the bottle held out in front of him. Other jets went over Beth’s skirt and thighs as he continued to pump it out. The white globules caught the light on her dark skirt and sickly smell of sperm invaded the air. His viscous seed covered the bottle and Beth returned it at once up her dripping opening.

Beth motioned for him to come and stand next to her in the armchair. Leaving the bottle nested deep inside her Beth took his balls in one hand whilst pulling his foreskin back for her to lick the batıkent escort bayan drops off his swollen end. Carefully she lifted the salty drops off one by one as she milked them out of him. Then she suddenly took the whole cock to the back of her throat. and started to fuck him with her mouth. With this she returned to pounding her own pussy with her toy, finally tensing and spasming like Garth had never witnessed before. She stopped sucking him and seemed to melt in front of him. Garth was left standing there his eject cock ready to go again. Beth push the bottle into his face and told him to lick it. Garth was happy to do as he was told. Covered in her sweet juices it only hardened him to lick them off.

Putting the bottle down Beth was still on fire.

“Garth would you like to put your fingers in me? Come between my legs.”

“Of course. Anything for you.” Garth knelt down and for the first time got so close to her pussy that he could smell both her cum juices and his. She had shaved, not totally, just her lips, leaving them exposed for his viewing. He had never seen a real pussy so he wasn’t sure just what he should touch. Beth guessed this and got hold of his hand.

“Here, this is my clitoris, you only ever stroke this gently, and now use your fingers between my lips, see, slip them right inside, wet and hot isn’t it?”

Beth took control of his hand and used it like her bottle, finger fucking herself. He look into her face and saw such ecstasy as she rode his 2 fingers. Without talking she slid the straps of her bra down and brought her large round breasts out of their hiding. Each nipple was hard and aroused.

“Suck these Garth and use another finger.”

Garth took over the pussy duties and finding 3 fingers tighter had to work harder at fucking her. Sucking a woman tits was a dream, at 56 they were still firm and sensitive. Each time he changes teats Beth would gave another low moan. After a few minutes Beth took his head.

“It’s time Garth, it’s time that you put your big cock in me.”

Beth pulled his hand slowly out of her quim and got onto all fours on the armchair. With her perky ass in the air she looked at Garth.

“Not too fast Garth, lick me first.”

Beth had reached behind her and was pulling her ass cheeks apart. Both her pussy and anus where there for his choosing.

“You want me to lick you Beth?”

“Yes lick eat probe. Do as you please.”

Garth positioned himself with his mouth open on her pussy. His tongue found her hard bud and from her moans he knew he was doing something right. Round and round he worked his tongue while she pushed back forcing his nose in her love hole. All his senses were being taken to the max. For the first time he noticed how erotic a woman anus could be. Beth’s was pulsating as his tongue lapped her clit.

“Can I kiss your bottom Beth?”

“Yes Garth, you can kiss it, tongue it, even put your fingers in.”

Garth pushed his fingers inside her wetness and started to tongue her anus. He felt her cunt oozing juice as he fucked her with his hand. The deeper he got his tongue the more she squirmed.

“Now Garth, take me, fuck me. I need to cum so badly.”

Garth stood up and took hold of her hips before sinking his cock up. Beth took control of the pace bouncing back onto his cock, all the while franticly rubbing her own clit. God she was close but it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t as big as her husband. Quickly she changed her mind.

“No Garth put him in my ass, funk me in my ass.”

With this she reached over and got the perfume bottle quickly pushed it all the way in, then proceeded to fuck herself. Garth put his cock at the entrance to her colon and pushed. This was by no means the first time she had taken a cock up her ass, and a much bigger cock at that. But Garth’s was good. His fucking her ass took her over the edge and she slipped into an abyss. The orgasm took over and she gave in to it, as it subsided she became more aware of Garth, still in his final throws of thrusting into her anus. He gave a grunt and tensioned. She felt the pulsing of his cock as it delivered load after load into her rectum. After the last effort he slumped on the floor behind her.

Experienced at anal sex Beth waited with her ass upwards. What Garth missed was the sight of Beth’s open sphincter slowly closing on the trail of white semen leaking out from her anus. Well what a plan, How well had she executed it. She turned over and sat watching his creamed cock twitch. That had been fantastic and maybe there was another one or two left in him.

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“Happy birthday, Mom.” Richie handed Wendy a box wrapped in yellow paper with a silvery bow.

“Happy birthday, Mrs. Nanty,” Abby said, smiling by his side.

“Did you have a good time last night?” Richie asked. “Where’d Dad take you?”

“Where’d he take me? He called you from the restaurant when we had the car trouble, remember?”

Wendy felt a sudden flush of heat on her face when she realized, too late, that Matt’s phone call to Richie had been a hoax. The rest of the night had swept her away so thoroughly she hadn’t had a chance to put all the pieces together.

“Oh, no! You guys had car trouble?” Richie said.

“Oh,” Wendy said, obviously flustered. “We were at the French place out near you. I thought he said he called you, but I guess he just called Koop.”

“Koop helped you?”

“Yes. We…went to his shop. He and your dad, they…fixed everything.”

“That was lucky, huh?” Abby said. “Koop’s really nice.”

“I didn’t tell you, Mom,” Richie said, “Abby did some modeling with Kelsey, at Koop’s shop. For the Jeep ads.”

“Oh, really?” Wendy said. The picture hidden in her underwear drawer popped into her mind. “Have you done that kind of thing before, Abby?”

“No, but I liked it. Kelsey’s like an old pro. She helped me get used to it.”

I’ll bet she did, Wendy said to herself. Did you get used to Koop’s big cock, too? I wonder how he fit it in that little body of yours.

“So how long did it take to fix?”

“What, Sweetheart?”

“Koop. Did it take him long?”

“Oh! Yes, we were there for a couple hours. They had to try lots of things.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Were you all dressed up?”

“Yes. It was kind of fun, actually, feeling sexy in a dirty shop like that. You know all about that, with those pictures you take of Kelsey there.”

“Yeah, I guess. I just never pictured you there like that.”

“I think you’re sexy, Mrs. Nanty,” Abby said. “Way more than my mom.”

“Thank you, dear. Coming from you that means something.”

“I didn’t mean you’re not, Mom,” Richie said. “I just…”

Wendy smiled. She’d successfully dodged the awkwardness by transferring it to Richie. “What did you get me?” she asked him. “You didn’t need to buy me a present.”

“Abby helped me pick it out,” Richie said, as Wendy tore off the wrapping paper. “I hope it fits.”

“Oh, how nice!” Wendy said, holding up a lightweight v-neck cardigan sweater. “I love the color.”

“I’ve got one like it,” Abby said. “You can use it for a layer in the winter, and alone in the summer.”

“Oh, your father will like that. This’ll really cling to me.”

“Too small, you mean?” Richie asked.

“No, just right I think. He likes it when I show off my curves. Shall I try it on?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Richie said.

Wendy went to her room and took off the bulky sweater she had on. She pulled on the new one, marveling at it’s softness. One look in the mirror at how her decidedly unsexy mom bra showed and off the sweater came. She unclasped the bra, swept it down her arms, paused to look at the horrid thing and tossed it in the trash. A mental note was made to eradicate everything from her underwear drawer that didn’t make her feel sexy. The bright red lace bra she’d worn to dinner and Koop’s shop was visible in the dirty clothes hamper, so she grabbed it and put it on. It was a skimpy, sexy bra, designed to go with the crotchless panties, and had a definite ‘push up’ way about it. Wendy’s eyes looked surprised when she buttoned up the little cardigan over it in front of the mirror. It was definitely a hotter look than she’d normally show off to her son, but she was feeling way sexier than usual after her first threeway with Koop.

“It’s perfect,” she said as she paraded out into the living room. “Your father will love it.”

“Yeah he will!” Abby said. “Mrs. Nanty, you look hot!”

Wendy giggled. “Maybe another button?” she said, undoing it, letting more cleavage and a little bright red lace peak out. She looked at Richie, with a bashful but curious look in her twinkling eyes, wondering what he was thinking about her newfound sexiness. Did he know, she wondered, about her long, luxuriously naked evening at Kay’s house with all his girlfriends? She was pretty sure Barb wouldn’t have told him about it, but Kelsey certainly might have. “Will your father…like me…tonight?”

As soon as the words stuttered awkwardly out of her mouth a flush of heat racked her whole body. She was certain she was blushing noticeably, and she wanted the words back.

“Yeah,” Richie said, looking uncomfortable. “I mean…Abby got it right. You look hot.”

“You have no idea how nice of a fortieth birthday present that is, to hear that from you young people.”

“You must hear it all the time, Mrs. Nanty,” Abby said. “Everybody thinks so.”

“Who’s everybody?”

“The girls. They were all talking about you. And Austin said so, too. We all think it’s so cool that you and Barb work so hard on yourselves at the gym.”

“Ha! Yeah, well, bahçelievler escort I wish we didn’t have to! You’re a dancer, you’ll be in good shape your whole life if you keep at it.”

“Maybe,” Abby said. “What does Mr. Nanty do? All the girls think he’s hot, too. Does he work out?”

“Matt? No, he just won the genetic lottery. Richie probably did, too. They look so much alike.”

Wendy looked at Richie again, wondering what the girls had been talking about. Father/son fantasies? It almost certainly would have been that, she thought, if they really did think Matt was “hot.” The fact that Wendy was thinking about it sent another flush of tingles all through her.

“Well, I just think this sweater is wonderful,” she said, looking down at her rosy pink cleavage and noticeably bumped-out nipples. “Thank you both, so much.”

“Sure, Mom,” Richie said. He was blushing a little, too, with that same confused feeling he had when he saw his mother in the little leopard-print kimono robe. “Tell Dad we said you’re welcome.”

Wendy’s eyes flared with delight, and her nipples hardened up even more. Maybe forty wasn’t such a bad age after all.

—

“Did your mom like her present?” Kelsey asked. She was sitting at the kitchen table with Richie, a rare moment of quiet in the busy house, with just the two of them at home.

“Yeah. And you were right, it fit her good.”

“Nice and tight? Does it show off her nice titties?”

Richie smiled shyly and blushed. “She said my dad’ll like it.”

“Yeah he will. Richie, you gotta get over this awkward shit, Honey. Your mom’s sexy, just like Barb. All her parts work the same, and her brain does, too.” Kelsey searched Richie’s embarrassed face for signs of what he was really thinking. “The girls and me, we never told you, but we were at a party with your mom. My mom and Barb set it up.”

“A party? What do you mean?” Richie had a feeling something was going on, but it was all just a blurry inkling up until then.

“You know, like, a girls thing. I don’t wanna call it an initiation, cause that sounds boring. Your mom wanted to try some stuff.”

Richie looked confused. “My mom? And your mom?”

“Yeah. It was super fun. Before you get all worried, you dad said it was cool. I think he kinda wanted her to do it.”

“Wait…who was there?”

“Me, Brie and Char. Your mom, my mom and Barb. It was just a little wine and fun kind of thing.”

Richie’s face was blank, but Kelsey could see a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. “And was it?” he asked.

“Fun, you mean? Shit yeah, Richie. Your mom’s super fun. You know how it is when someone new comes in the group.”

“So…it wasn’t like a one-time thing?”

“No. I’m pretty sure there’ll be more. I don’t know if it’ll work out or not, but I’m hopin’ your dad joins in, too. But you know me, I’m selfish. I’m hopin’ for a father/son threeway.”

“Kelsey! With my dad? And me?”

“If that shocks you, you don’t know me very well.”

“No, that’s not the part that shocks me. Jesus…my mom and dad really wanna be…swingers? I never thought about them that way.”

“Yeah, I can see how that’d take some gettin’ used to. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, but the ball’s sorta rollin’ a little, so it’s probably better that you know.”

“No. Yeah, that’s okay. I’m glad I know. I sorta had a feeling maybe something was going on. I don’t want people to be, like, lying to me, you know?”

“Yup,” Kelsey said. “All this stuff’s best when it’s just out there. It took Austin a little while to get used to stuff with Barb, and now they’re super cool, so…”

Richie’s mind flashed to the last time he saw the two of them together, with Austin’s big cock deep in Barb’s pussy. Is that what Kelsey considers “super cool”? Fucking your own mother?

“I need another beer,” Richie said, standing slowly on legs he could barely feel.

“You okay, Honey? Too much information?”

“No, I’m all right.”

“It’s all just nice mixed-up fun,” Kelsey said. “You’re fuckin’ your mom’s best friend, she’s fuckin’ your mom. You met me at Koop’s and Koop fucks your mom and Barb and me. You fuck my mom…”

“Wait, what? Koop and my mom?”

“Oh, shit,” Kelsey said. “Fuck. Barb just told me. I wasn’t supposed to say anything.”

“And? Kelsey, are my mom and dad okay? This is getting fucked up.”

“No, Honey! They’re fine! Your dad was in on it. It was…oh, shit. I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Well you fucked that all up, Kel. You gotta tell me now.”

“I guess. Can you keep it a secret, though? At least until you hear it somewhere else?”

“Yeah, like there’s secrets around here,” Richie said, shaking his head. “Just tell me. I won’t tell anyone it was you.”

“It’s super romantic. Barb helped your dad set it up. Your mom, she’s had a crush on Koop. You know, just a normal neighbor thing, ’cause he’s sexy and single and stuff. So Barb and Koop and your dad set up a surprise threeway, at Koop’s shop on your mom’s balgat escort birthday. It was her first time with two guys. How’s that for an awesome birthday present?”

Richie was stunned. It really was too much information. His brain couldn’t keep up with everything Kelsey had told him. He wanted to call his mother and ask her if everything was all right, but he’d just seen her the day before with Abby and everything seemed fine. More than fine, really. She had a nice glow about her. Jesus, Richie thought to himself, what is it about this Koop guy? He’s fucked Barb, Abby, Erin from school. Kelsey and all the girls. Kay and all the older women. And now my mom. Koop fucked my mom!

Richie realized he’d fucked all those women, too, and all those women had fucked almost all the guys. Is my mother going down that road, he wondered? Is everybody going to want to fuck her? Is Dad going to fuck Barb now? Maybe he already has. Jesus, what about Abby? She always smiles around him. Yesterday she said all the girls think he’s hot!

“You don’t look so good, Honey,” Kelsey said. “I shouldn’t have told you.”

“No. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“I’m serious about Austin. He was freaked just like you. Just give it time, and sort of ease into it. Your parents are cool. They’ll be good with it. Your mom had a long talk with my mom about it all. She’s going about it the right way. It’s just more delicate because you’re involved. But hey, it worked with me and my folks, and it worked with Austin and Barb. It’s all good, right?”

“Yeah,” Richie said. He looked a bit dazed and took a big swig of beer. “It’s all good.”

—

“Wow!” Matt said when he got home, smiling at the way Wendy looked in her new sweater.

“It’s a birthday present. You like it?”

“Let me guess…from Barb, right? Why wouldn’t I like you looking like a sexpot?”

“It’s from your son.”

“Richie?” Matt giggled. “Whoa! I guess he’s got his father’s taste.”

Wendy didn’t want to be excited by that thought, but she was, and the thin bra and thin sweater let her nipples show it. She already new Matt had the hots for Barb, and Richie was fucking her. And now the sexy little sweater for a birthday present. It was all confusing, but exciting.

“I almost slipped up about Koop,” Wendy said. “I was thinking you really made that phone call to Richie that night.”

“Oh no! What did you say?”

“I caught it before it got too awkward, but I can’t help thinking it’s gonna be. Everything’s all so tangled up.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No! It’s not that at all! I just think it’s going to be difficult to keep Richie out of it. He’s better friends with Koop than we are.”

“Well, maybe we shouldn’t worry about that,” Matt said. “He’s an adult. He’s tangled up with your best friend. I get the feeling all those young friends of his are used to just about anything. What we did wouldn’t be shocking to them. They don’t think the way our older friends do.”

“Yeah, I know that. It’s just a bit of a leap of faith. Are you willing to take it? It’ll be a different father/son relationship than you have now. He’s always thought of you as my protector.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a man now. He’s figuring things out. Speaking of Koop, have you talked to him since that night?”

“No. I saw him in his driveway,” Wendy said. “I just waved.”

“You can talk to him you know. I trust you guys.”

“I know. It just seemed…awkward. I don’t want it to stay like that, though.”

“Hey. I’m plenty flirty with Barb. Life’s too short to be all awkward.”

Wendy smiled. She wondered if Matt would feel the same way after she turned Barb lose on him, which was something she felt was almost inevitable.

—

The next day Matt worked late, and Koop was home early. Wendy heard his noisy old truck, and watched him through her window as he shoveled fresh snow off his driveway. “Hi Koop. Gee, that sure was fun when I let you fuck me the other night, wasn’t it?” The words came softly out of Wendy’s mouth in her empty living room, without much confidence, and then she giggled nervously. “Hi Koop. It’s me, the neighborhood slut. Do you still like me?”

Wendy watched as he walked back and forth, pushing the fluffy snow with his shovel. He was nearly at the end of the driveway. It was now or never.

“Hi, Koop,” she hollered from her open door. “Wanna cup of coffee?”

Koop waved, wedged his shovel in the snowbank and walked across the street. Wendy nearly passed out from the sudden rush of blood from her thumping heart.

“Come on in,” she said. “I can’t believe how cold it is today.”

“We should be used to it after all these years,” Koop said, thudding his work boots against the front steps to knock the snow off of them.

“Is that a sneaky way of saying we’re old?” Wendy smiled.

“You’ll never be old,” Koop said, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“You say the nicest things. Coffee?”

“Sure. Matt home?”

“Nope. I told him I felt awkward about talking to you, and he batıkent escort told me not to worry about it. He trusts us. So…here we go.”

“Good. Yeah, I needed a push, too. I wasn’t really sure…what to say to you.”

“I kind of wanna try and act like Kelsey and Kay would, and just treat it like it’s absolutely normal,” Wendy said, standing next to the coffee maker as it spit out a hot mug full.

“Aren’t they somethin’ else?” Koop said, smiling and shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure the day Bobby bought Kelsey’s Jeep from me was the best day of my life.”

Wendy handed Koop his coffee and put her own mug under the machine. “So what would Kay say right now? Maybe…thanks Koop Honey, for makin’ my birthday so special. Your cock is the best present I ever got.”

Koop smiled at Wendy’s impersonation. “That’s pretty good,” he said shyly, hiding his blushing face behind a slow sip of coffee.

Wendy loved the little rush she got from speaking so freely, so she continued. “The best orgasm I ever had in my life was when you were in me and Matt was in my mouth. I mean it. You guys did things to me that I didn’t think were possible.”

“Jesus, Wendy. If we’re gonna earn Matt’s trust maybe we shouldn’t be…”

“Oh. Sorry.” Wendy was surprised at how red Koop’s face was, and then she noticed the big lump in his pants. “Whoa! Do I…do that to you?”

“Are you kidding? You were the neighborhood hottie even before you knew you were.”

“Before I knew I was? When was that?”

“When you started hangin’ around with Barb I guess.”

“Oh. Yeah, I…this is gonna sound pathetic, but, I was trying to learn how to be sexy like her. To sort of spice things up with Matt. Long marriages can flatten out a bit over time.”

“Well I guess you figured things out, huh?” Koop smirked.

Wendy smiled, and then she laughed. “I guess so.”

“It’s none of my business, but…are you and Matt thinking of getting involved with Kay and Bobby and that gang?”

Wendy’s heart raced again. “Do you think we should? Give me your perspective on it. I keep hearing how happy the couples are, but, it worries me. I’d hate to fuck up my perfectly good marriage. Doing what we did with you is already testing things.”

“And? How does it feel so far?”

“Marriage wise? Perfectly fine, much to my amazement.”

“I’ll be honest with you,” Koop said. “I’ve seen nothing but happiness amongst all those people. It’s almost weird, like Kelsey and Kay have everyone under a spell or something. Happy thinks Kelsey’s a sex angel.”

“Ha!” Wendy laughed. “A sex angel! I love it! I know what you mean, though. I think I’m about to let my husband fuck my best friend, and if you asked me why, I don’t know if I could come up with an answer. It feels like something else is in control lately. Suddenly all this wackiness seems normal.”

“Yeah, I got there a few months ago,” Koop said. “I’ll be damned if I know why, but it’s a pretty sweet feeling. I’m just rollin’ with it. A guy in his fifties, he just doesn’t fall into this kind of thing that often.”

“Yeah, a girl in her forties, too. That’s kind of what’s been pushing me. Is that selfish?”

“Not if you bring Matt along for the ride.” Koop finished his coffee and put his mug on the counter. “Thanks Wendy. That hit the spot. Now I’ve got a night full of paperwork to do.”

“Thanks, Koop,” Wendy said, hugging him tight. “Best birthday ever. Maybe it won’t be the last we see of each other.” Wendy felt Koop hardening up against her again. “Ooo! You’re easy to rile up, aren’t you!”

Koop blushed again and smiled shyly as he pulled on his coat.

“Be careful out there,” Wendy smiled. “You’ll freeze your pecker off.”

After Koop left, Wendy called Barb. Barb could tell something was up.

“So, what’s going on? You sound different,” Barb said.

“Is that what being horny sounds like over the phone? Different?”

“What got you heated up?”

“I think I’m ready for more. Would you…be interested in…maybe coming over? You and me and…Matt?”

“I think you know the answer to that. But are you sure you’re ready? What brought all this on?”

“Koop was just here. Just for a cup of coffee, but we talked. Broke the ice a little about my birthday. It’s starting to feel almost normal I guess, but it feels way too one sided.”

“I’m guessing Matt had all kinds of fun. It’s not all that one sided.”

“What about me with you, and me with all the girls at Kay’s. Yeah, it’s pretty one sided.”

“So, what did you have in mind?” Barb asked.

“I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but…a threeway. With you.”

“Okay, I gotta say, that excites me, and makes me smile, but this is big stuff, Wendy. Once it’s done it’s done.”

“I know. I’m ready.”

“You need to talk to Matt about it. You shouldn’t just spring it on him.”

“Really? I thought it might be exciting for you to…just be here.”

“Another time, yeah, that’d be fun. But the first time, no, I think you guys need to discuss it. You’ve got a happy marriage. You need to be super open about everything.”

“He surprised me with Koop. You helped him, remember?”

“I did. I was worried about it for a week, but…you’re right. It worked out.”

“It was way hotter than if I’d known. I wanna give that to Matt.”

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My Uber arrived quickly to the house. It was a nice big house in the suburbs. I got out of the car, into the house and joined the party. It was crowded, but I knew many people there who were Sean’s friends. Inside the hall, I noticed the smell of alcohol and weed. As I entered the living room, I waved at Sean and we talked for a while. He told me he hadn’t seen Aiden yet. Maybe, he wasn’t coming I feared.

I was feeling anxious so I poured myself a drink in a red cup. I sat down on a couch wearing a long sleeved tee, and some dark jeans. My eyes were lost in my drink for a moment, so I didn’t realize a guy had sat down next to me. He was a cute dark-skinned guy with short brown hair. We began talking and then flirting as the alcohol washed away my inhibitions.

He was attractive, I thought, but my mind was somewhere else. He was wearing a tight t-shirt. I noticed he had strong arms, but not as defined as Aiden’s. I kept comparing this random guy to him. We began to dance and I let him grab my body while I drank what was left in my cup. The room was full of people and the music was loud. I looked around feeling the music and the guy’s hands going lower and lower down my back.

Suddenly, I spotted Aiden near the stairs. My eyes were fixated on him. He was wearing a dark blue tee with the sleeves slightly rolled up, hugging his strong hairless arms. The colour suited his fair complexion. A cute girl was next to him and they looked like they were flirting. He was talking closer to her, and caressed the ends of her long dark hair. A feeling of anger and jealousy took over me.

I stopped dancing with the cute guy and told him I was going to the bathroom. Instead, I went to the kitchen and poured myself another drink for courage and went straight to him. Our last interaction replayed my mind and I decided to go get some answers as to why he had stopped talking to me.

He saw me coming and his eyes shied-away from mine.

“Hi” I said to both of them.

“Aiden, I need to talk to you.”

I said almost yelling because the music was too loud.

He ignored me and looked like he couldn’t care less. I was pissed so I looked at the girl and decide to just tell her the truth. In my defence, I guess it was mostly the alcohol talking.

“You’re wasting your time sweetie, he’s not inter…” I was about to finish my sentence when he yanked my arm.

“Shut up!”

He blurted, startling me and the girl next to him.

“Fine… You wanna talk, let’s go.” It was the first time, I’d seeing his angry side.

The girl walked away confused.

At least that got his attention, I thought. We went into one of the rooms in the first floor and closed the door behind us. It was the laundry room, at least no one would bother us there. We got inside and he rested against one of the machines. We could still clearly hear the music and voices outside of the room. He had a strange look on his face that I couldn’t decipher.

“Why did you stop talking to me?”

“I want to know.” I demanded going straight to the point.

“I don’t know, man…”He replied gazing at the tile floor.

“Is it because of what happened in my doom? I told you I was sorry about that…”

I insisted trying to get answers out of him.

“Look, I’m not sure…”

I waited for him to explain himself.

“Maybe this whole thing was a mistake…”He blurted avoiding my eyes the whole time.

He seemed conflicted. I could see it in his expression. He had gone cold feet.

“Aiden…it wasn’t a one-time thing…”

“Don’t you think maybe you are attracted to guys too…?” I explained looking at his bothered face.

“What do you care anyways?”

“I thought I was just one of the many guys you were having sex with…”

“Just like the guy you were dancing with, why don’t you go fuck him?” He said aggressively and I felt my chest getting tight. I was hurt.

“Let me remind you that YOU were the one that came on to ME.”

“Seducing me with your hot body.” I said getting closer and almost poking his chest, with my accusing finger. He just gulped and was speechless.

“You’re right, I could fuck any guy tonight.” I continued.

“But it’s not that simple.”

“Ever since we met, I just.. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” I admitted looking at his young face.

Leaving my pride aside, I was ready to be rejected or just see what would happen. I had him cornered against the washing machine, he couldn’t avoid me now. I had to end this now.

“Do you like me, Aiden?” I asked escort beşevler softly staring at him with my blue eyes.

Our eyes met for a second and then he looked down, silent.

“Say something, please.”

I begged him, not knowing what he would do. He could leave, hit me, or stay I had no idea what to expect. For a moment, I forgot about the background voices and I just looked at his indecisive brown eyes.

…

All of a sudden, he grabbed me and hugged me tight. His face was buried in my neck. Feeling his warm breath, I noticed he was breathing fast. He didn’t say anything. Aiden was bad with words but his body language was enough for me. He held me tight for a minute, and I smelled his blond hair. I was so happy to feel his body close to me again. Our embrace and the alcohol was turning me on.

“Wait …” he whispered.

He went to the door and locked it. I guess he didn’t want to be seeing by someone like last time. He turned off the light, and I heard his steps slowly getting close to me. It was completely dark.

My heart was beating fast and I couldn’t see anything. I felt his warm breath near my face. Slowly, he grabbed my face and began kissing me almost desperately. I had waited all week to be with him, so my body reacted immediately. His hands caressed my chest and my face. His touch was different than other times, almost like he was intentional, like he stopped doubting so much.

“I really like you Daniel…You’re so beautiful… I… “He kept whispering as we kissed almost like the darkness gave him the confidence to show his true feelings.

“But…I…” He mustered and I could tell he was nervous. Aiden sounded like he was about to cry.

“It’s ok baby…” I said grabbing his face in the dark.

“You can like girls and boys. It’s gonna be fine.”

“It’ll be more competition for me, but I don’t mind…” I said trying to make him relax.

He laughed softly and we continued making out., embracing in the room. Our young bodies craved human touch after being apart from each other.

He then lifted me up and sat me on top of the dryer next to us. I was surprised by his strength. He took off my long-sleeved shirt and began caressing my soft pale chest. With my legs, I was pulling him closer to me. I wanted to feel the heat of his body. Swiftly, I pulled his tee up revealing his muscular chest. I couldn’t see anything, so my hands explored every inch of his ripped body. His scent drove me crazy, unlike any other guy’s before.

He was desperate. His hands pulled my cock out and began stroking me. He was like an animal in heat. Aiden lowered his head and put his cock in my mouth. I jolted immediately and began gently caressing his coarse hair. His warm tongue felt so good against my fat cock. I knew he couldn’t fit everything as he didn’t have that much experience. But just to hear him moan in the dark with his mouth full was taking me to the edge.

“God… I’m so close baby…” I whispered feeling my orgasm getting close.

His grip was strong. His hand was moving up and down in quick strokes, while his mouth sucked on the head of my fat cock. Soon, I shot a big load all over my pale chest. The room filled with our moans. Aiden then grabbed his own cock, and began jerking quickly. He was also close. It took him a minute or two to start shooting cum all over my chest. His warm load felt sticky on me, I ran my hand down my chest and tasted his load. He was panting and I could still feel his body shuddering from the orgasm in the dark.

For some minutes we stayed in there, silent. Just hugging and kissing in the dead of the room. I could hear his heartbeat slowly returning to a normal pace on his chest. I wondered what he was thinking, while I held his muscular back. He kept his arms around me for a long time and I was so grateful that he didn’t reject me.

Slowly, he put his cock back into his pants and I did the same. I put on my shirt and heard him get dressed. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t want him to leave.

“Uhm… do you wanna go back to the party?” I asked.

“Not really…”

“What do you want to do?” I said as we couldn’t really stay in that laundry room.

“… wanna go to my place?…”

“I mean…uhm… I have some beers…” He offered. His voice seemed a bit anxious.

I knew he didn’t want to sound like he wanted to fuck. But either way I would have accepted his invitation.

“Sure, Aiden…” I said.

“Great.” He said and I could tell he was smiling. His hands grabbed my thighs in the dark and I felt his face reach for a kiss.

I jumped off the dryer and we got out of the room. I knew that people would notice that we escort balgat were in there for some time and draw their own conclusions. Personally, I didn’t give a damn but I was worried about Aiden. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be bothered. It was almost like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

We walked some blocks as his apartment was near the area. As we walked, I couldn’t stop staring at him as he seemed even more attractive that before. It wasn’t just his body, I felt so fortunate to be around him. I was falling for the guy and I couldn’t have been happier.

It only took us like fifteen minutes to get to his place. It was a nice apartment building that he rented with other two college students. He told me that they were out of town that weekend so we had the apartment for ourselves that night. I was getting excited as we got up to the third floor, it was the first time Aiden had invited me over. During the time we hung out, I was always the one calling up and inviting him on dates.

We entered the apartment, I noticed it was small but it was a comfy place to live. Tacky decor pieces, and some beer cans were placed randomly, although it was all clean you could tell young men were living there. The apartment had a small living room and a hall leading to the three bedrooms.

He immediately grabbed my hand and guided me to his room. I couldn’t have been more excited. Even though we had fucked before, this time seemed different. We went inside and I saw his twin size bed, a desk, and some of his trophies on a shelf. I grabbed him by his tee and began kissing him gently. He undressed quickly and I did the same. We had nothing but our underwear on.

Slowly, he began kissing and biting my neck. He got down on his knees and pulled my boxers down. I was surprised he wanted to suck me again. He couldn’t get enough of my cock, apparently. We had a dim light on, so I could still see him looking up with his mouth full. It was so erotic.

Then it was my turn to make him feel good. I told him to get on the bed and whipped out his cock, I was an average size but he had a big pink head. Some of my spit fell on his cock, making him moan.

My lips surrounded his meat and I steadily began to take him in my mouth. I wanted to truly savour him, and make him mine. Soon the whole thing was in and I began sucking him hard. Deep throating his cock over and over.

“God! That feels good…” He whispered pulling his head back.

My mouth was making sloppy sounds and I knew he was loving it. After a while, I took it out and kissed my way to up to his face. He was smiling with those dimples that I loved so much. He held my face in his strong hands and kissed me passionately. Our hands were rubbing our bodies, exploring every muscle and curve. We could have stayed like that for hours. Suddenly, he asked me something.

“Daniel?..”

“Yeah?” I whispered staring at him with my blue eyes.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, babe..”

“Uhm… what does it feel like to be fucked in the ass?” He asked like he probably had that question in his mind for a long time, but he had been too shy to ask.

“It feels incredible. At first it hurts a bit, but then it feels so good. Sometimes you can even cum without touching your cock.”

He looked at me impressed.

“Why do you ask? You wanna fuck me…?” I said with a grin on my face.

“Uhm…well actually…I want to know what it feels like…” He said looking at me with his brown puppy eyes.

“You sure about this?”

I didn’t want him to do something he’ll regret.

“Yeah… I mean… If I want someone to fuck me, I want that person to be you…” He admitted, melting my heart completely.

Right away, I held his face in my hands and kissed him deeply. No one had ever desired me like that, and I wanted to make Aiden feel as good as he made me feel. We made out for some minutes and then he took some lube and condoms from his drawer. I remembered that my first time hurt like hell and I didn’t want him to go through that, so I set my mind into making his first experience great.

I turned him around and put a pillow under his hips, his round ass cheeks were up. Slowly, my lips pecked his defined back, going down to his ass. I caressed his shoulders so he would relax.

Gently, I parted his thighs leaving some space for his cock to hang between them. His body looked delicious, it was perfectly defined and almost hairless, aside from some blond hairs above his cock. With my nimble fingers I separated his ass cheeks revealing a tight pink hole. I couldn’t resist the temptation and began licking his hole. My wet tongue began rimming his ass, going in circles and pushing escort batıkent inside him.

“God… that feels awesome…” He mumbled grasping onto the bed duvet.

With my face buried in his ass, I began making lewd sounds, kissing and licking him. Meanwhile, I jerked him off or spread his ass. After a few minutes, his hole was shiny and wet. I opened the bottle of lube and squirted some on him, massaging his entrance. He was moaning in pleasure.

“Relax baby…” I whispered.

Soon, I was pushing one of my fingers. It felt warm and tight inside him. I could barely move it was his muscles were a bit tense. He was shaking.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah… just go slow please…”

“Of course…”

I began to move my finger inside him, making him pant in pleasure. He was arching his back and shuddering. I put some more lube and a second finger went up, he was slowly loosing up. At the same time, my mouth kissed and licked his ass cheeks. I then grabbed his cock and began sucking him. He was going crazy with my fingers up his ass and my mouth around his cock. Suddenly, I hit his prostate with my fingers.

“…Fuck!! …Oh god!…Daniel…” He moaned in pleasure.

I was delighted to hear him say my name.

I continued fucking him fast with my hand, just to see his body tremble. His moaning was making my hard, and I was already dripping precum. I couldn’t wait to fuck him. Although I was used to being a bottom, I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to take his cherry ass. Besides, this wasn’t just a fuck I had feelings for Aiden that I couldn’t deny.

I propped his hips up so he would be on a doggy style position. I quickly put on a condom and aimed my cock at his hole. Spreading his cheeks, I pushed the head inside the tight entrance.

“…Fuck!.. It hurts… It’s too big…” He complained right away.

“shh…just breathe and let your body get used to the feeling…” I soothed him caressing his head and shoulders.

He closed his eyes and started breathing slowly, relaxing his muscles. I smeared some more lube on his hole and carefully pushed inside. I could tell his tense body was beginning to give in. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I was taking my time. Soon after some minutes, half of my fat cock was inside him.

I hugged Aiden and reached for his mouth. His blushed face felt hot next to mine as we kissed passionately. I told him to push out, and the last inches of my cock finally entered him. It felt incredible. As I looked into his eyes, I felt completely connected to him.

Slowly, I began to move my cock in and out of him. At first, I could only take out a few inches but then I was leaving just the head inside before thrusting it back in completely. Right away, he buried his head on the pillow, muffling his whimpering. His hand began jerking his cock with quick movements.

“…Feels..amazing..fuck…fuck me…” He was able to muster, with his face on the pillow.

I was grabbing his hips, and my fat cock was moving now easily. The pounding grew steadily harder, I couldn’t control myself really at that point. Our hips were making loud slapping sounds in the room. I was hugging him and kissing his neck, I could feel our orgasms were close.

“Cum for me baby…”

I whispered in his ear, taking him to the edge.

“Agh… fuck!…oh god!…” He was mumbling while stroking his meat.

Soon, I felt his asshole getting tight around my cock as he shot his load.

I kept fucking him relentlessly for a few minutes until I felt my orgasm coming. I pulled out and threw the condom on the floor. I was on my back next to Aiden, jerking my cock rapidly. Our eyes met and he got closer for a kiss. Suddenly, I was cumming all over my chest for the second time that night.

We stared at each other with loving eyes for some minutes, caressing our hot and sweaty bodies. I reached for his soft lips, kissing him softly. I rested my curly head on his chest, feeling tired and satisfied.

He put his strong arms around me, both our cocks were next to each other getting soft now after such an intense fuck. I looked up and caressed his blond hair, I wanted to say something romantic but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Lucky for me, he said something.

“That was amazing…you are amazing…Daniel…” He said staring at my blue eyes.

“.. I want you to know that…I have never made love like this before.” I admitted smiling back at him.

Our pale bodies felt warm and tired, on the small bed. He asked me to stay the night and I accepted right away. We went under the covers and caressed our bodies, hugging and kissing. I had never spent the night with a guy before, usually, I would leave or they would call an uber.

In his bed, we both felt this warm and peaceful feeling. We had found each other. There was a passion between us, something I had never experienced before. I closed my eyes and relaxed, feeling his warm body next to mine. It was a perfect moment.

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