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Only two weeks had passed since I was hired to do data entry before I was called into Jane’s office. She was the owner of the small business, so I was immediately concerned my employment was going to be terminated. The job was my first since getting out of college, and I felt it was a step up from working retail or in food service. That’s why I was so worried as I walked from my desk to Jane’s office.

Jane was an intimating woman. She was taller than me, had a thick, curvy build, and always dressed in sharp looking business skirts and jackets. Her outfits never failed to accentuate her shapely form. Her hair was long, black, wavy, and worn in a prim bun or held up by a clip in the back. Occasionally she would wear it in a tight ponytail that looked as if it would pull her hairline back. Her face, with high cheekbones and a subtly strong jaw, was quite attractive, even without much makeup.

On top of that, she had a no nonsense attitude that often bordered on condescending and somewhat mean. Of course, if you stayed on her good side, she would treat you with respect. But the moment you did something wrong, the bitchy side became quite apparent.

Her life outside of work was a mystery to me. I assumed she was married based on the ring she wore on her left hand. But beyond that, there was little I had learned. I wasn’t even sure how old she was, though if I had to guess I’d say she was in her late 40s.

“You’ve been doing great work so far,” she said after I was seated across from her. She clasped her hands together on the desk. “How would you feel about being my personal assistant and getting a dollar raise?”

My eyebrows went up and I looked at her for a moment. “Sure, that would be great,” I replied and smiled. The relief I felt must have been obvious on my face.

“Good. You’ll start immediately,” she stated. “There’s much to do, so get whatever you need and bring it in here. You’ll be at that desk.”

I didn’t hesitate to follow her directions. Once I had what little I needed, I set up on a desk in her office. I was a bit concerned by the desk because it was higher than usual so that whomever used it could stand rather than sit. Nevertheless, I didn’t complain.

At first the work wasn’t any different than what I had been doing, except I was reporting directly to her and she was giving me tasks. However, as the weeks went by my work began to involve other activities that had nothing to do with data entry, and were more fitting of a secretary or janitor. First it was getting her coffee, then emptying her trash basket, cleaning the floor of her private restroom, and so on. Eventually she even had me scrubbing the toilet.

Not once did I object, complain, or ask why she was giving me such tasks. I was making decent money and didn’t feel like putting my job at risk. Perhaps she knew that and was simply taking advantage of the situation. Regardless, I accepted my role as her subordinate and continued to work hard.

“I need you to stay late today,” she told me one Friday afternoon.

“Okay,” I replied. I was a single 24 year old guy with a very minimal social life, so sticking around didn’t bother me at all.

When 6 o’clock rolled canlı bahis around and the other six employees had gone home, she closed the office door and locked it. This wasn’t all that unusual during normal hours when she had to place an important phone call, so I did not think much of it.

“Wet this for me and lather it with soap,” she said as she pulled a washcloth from a leather handbag next to her desk.

I did as she asked while wondering what in the world she was going to have me do next. I assume it was just another one of her unusual chores for me. When I was done, I found her sitting on her desk peeling the nylons from her legs.

“Sit,” she said and gestured to the chair in front of her. “Good, now wash my feet.”

I glanced up at her, and upon seeing her looking back expectantly, I held back on asking why. For the next several minutes I washed one foot, paying special attention to getting between her toes. Once she was satisfied she set the clean foot down between my thighs and presented the other to me.

As I washed the foot, I could feel the clean one moving closer to my crotch. I wasn’t sure what to think, and I certainly didn’t feel comfortable speaking up to express my discomfort with the situation. Jane was too intimidating, and I really needed the job. By the time I was finished washing, only the fabric of my pants kept her toes from touching my genitals.

“Good, now rub them,” she said with tone that suggested she was enjoying herself.

I sneaked a sigh of resignation and started to massage one foot. “At least they’re clean,” I thought to myself. Occasionally she would moan softly while I worked, so I felt confident that I was doing a good job. When I finally finished the first foot, she placed it in the same spot as the other against my crotch, and lifted the one that needed attention. Though I hadn’t found any kind of sexual appeal in what I was doing, my cock felt differently. It was quite hard and I worried that her foot would soon discover my arousal.

“You’re a very obedient young man,” she remarked while I worked and applied gentle pressure against my balls. “I’m very pleased by your efforts.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

“I’d like for you to refer to me as ma’am from now on,” she stated.

“Yes,” I said while massing the ball of her foot. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she said with a content sounding sigh. “That’s enough. You can go now.”

I waited for her to put her high heels on and get off of the desk before I stood from the chair. “Thank you, ma’am,” I said.

I dismissed the foot washing and massage as a one time thing over the course of that weekend. However, the next Friday afternoon she told me – not asked – that I’d be staying late again that day. Once again she had me wash and rub her feet while using her toes to nuzzle my balls through my pants.

Upon finishing, rather than dismissing me for the evening, she said, “Now I want you to clean them with your mouth.”

For the first time I found myself very tempted to voice my displeasure of her request. I looked up to her face and my inner strength waned. I couldn’t bring myself to face her wrath should I object to her orders.

After bahis siteleri a few moments of reluctance while studying one of her feet, I stuck out my tongue and licked the big toe with the tip of it. “Use you’re mouth, not your tongue,” she stated firmly. “Good. Swirl your tongue around it. Oh, that’s it. Keep that up until I tell you to stop.”

I washed her big toe for what must have been several minutes before she had me move on to the next toe. The process was repeated for each of them on both feet. While I was doing that, her free foot was much more active against my crotch, slowly creeping up and down, pressing against my erect cock through my pants, and causing me much internal conflict. I wasn’t sure if I should embrace the way she was exciting me, or if I should go somewhere in my mind that would fight against any sexual arousal I may be feeling.

Fortunately she did not take her contact with my private parts any further. Though by the time I finished with her toes, I was rock hard and could feel precum had been oozing from the tip.

I jerked off that night while thinking about Jane. Prior to that day I had never thought of her in a sexual manner. I imagined her foot covered in lube, with my cock sliding between the two biggest toes, as she moved it ever so slowly up and down until I shot my load.

She had me wash, rub, and orally clean her feet again the next Friday. As a result of my own fantasizing, I was less reluctant to please her the second time around. In fact I found myself trying to do as good a job as possible while cleansing every part of her toes with my lips and tongue. Once again, as usual, her free foot had been rubbing my crotch, though she had taken the liberty of pressing against my cock much more than my balls.

Perhaps she sensed my desire to do well, or maybe she had been planning everything out in advance, but when I finished she had me stand up in front of her. She lifted a foot and pressed it firmly against the fly of my pants where my hard cock was secured in my briefs.

“Show it to me,” she stated.

I hesitated and felt myself flush with anxiety. “You’re married, ma’am,” I said quietly and looked at the floor. For some reason I felt slightly ashamed, though I wasn’t sure why.

“Yes, I am,” she answered. “And that’s none of your concern. Now show me your cock.”

I looked up at her and swallowed nervously before finally relenting. I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped the fly, then pushed my briefs down while trying to hold both garments up. She reached out with her foot and tugged them down with her toes, so I let them fall around my ankles.

A soft moan emitted from her lips as she eyed my erect penis. It was hard enough to be pointing slightly upward. There was a beat of clear precum beginning to leak from the slit.

“Beautiful,” she whispered. “You’re so much larger than my husband.”

I thought that might be it, that I might be pulling my pants up at any moment. Instead, Jane slid off of the desk, pulled up her skirt, and tugged her panties down. After freeing the lacy black garment from her legs, she squatted down and pressed the cloth to her crotch. I could hear her sigh softly before she stood bahis şirketleri up and held the panties out between us. She turned them upside down and placed them on my head so that the part that covered her crotch was over my nose. The smell of her urine was quite evident.

“You’ll learn to enjoy that scent,” she stated as she returned to her spot on the desk. “Now come closer.”

I stepped nearer to where she sat on the desk so I was standing between her open legs. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my stiff rod and began to slowly stroke with a loose grip. I could already tell I wouldn’t last very long.

“I can feel you pulsing with excitement already,” she said before she let go.

As I felt a pang of disappointment, I was surprised to see her reach to the buttons on her top and unfasten them. Once she had revealed her substantial cleavage, her hand returned to it’s place on my cock and resume stroking.

“I bet you want to see them, don’t you,” she stated and I nodded. “Some day, but not right now.”

We didn’t speak while she continued to slide her hand slowly up and down my shaft. There was enough precum that loose grip didn’t require lube. I couldn’t recall having ever been so turned on in my life. As she stroked I could hear only the sound of her breathing and the schlicking noise of her hand on my flesh.

I would guess that only a couple minutes passed before I felt the wonderful sensations that preceded an orgasm. My hips rocked slightly as I tried to get more out of the motion of her hand. Out of nowhere my body jerked involuntarily.

“Are you going to cum?” she whispered so I nodded my response. “Good boy. Right here on my foot.”

My breathing had become ragged, and each time I inhaled I was reminded of the aroma of her piss. Without breaking her rhythm, she lifted a leg and planted her foot right by the head of my cock. Moments later the first jet of milky white fluid shot out and landed by her toes. As more cum followed, she pointed the head so that the juices covered the spaces between each toe. Once the last of my cum was out, she stroked a few more times and finally released her hold on me.

She reached up and held my jaw with her other hand. Looking into my eyes, she asked, “Are you ready to prove that you are worthy to be my young slut boy?”

I was still recovering from the powerful orgasm and didn’t think much about the question. Instead I simply nodded.

“Good. On your knees then,” she said and smiled. I held the desk while I lowered myself in front of her. “Clean your cum off of my foot.”

My brain suddenly cleared upon hearing her instructions. I looked at my load of sticky fluids that had collected on and between her toes. I’d always been repulsed by the idea of consuming my own semen, so I found myself struggling to please her.

“Do it,” she said firmly.

I moved my mouth to her foot and hesitated while I fought off the urge to gag. Once I recovered, I began sucking the cum off of each toe and making sure they were clean. I almost gagged a couple more times before I was finally able to get past it.

“Good boy,” Jane said when I finished. “Now clean yourself up. You’re free to go.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I said.

Once I had my pants in order and was headed out of the office, Jane called out to me saying, “Don’t bother packing a lunch on Monday. We’ll be going to my house.”

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I wrote this story some years ago at a time when I was not fully aware of the accepted manner for presenting ongoing or continuous stories in Chapter Form. I have made a few changes to the structure of the tale but basically it remains as before but retitled from “Mary Ellen” to “A Bedroom Window — Ch. 02”.

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Mary Ellen was our neighbor, a thirty something lady that I watched strip naked one night through our bedroom window. My peeping continued and it soon became obvious that Mary Ellen was well aware that she was being watched. She appeared at a regular time each evening and always with the curtains open and her bedroom lights on. My wife Marg caught me at the window one evening. It turned out that on the nights that I was not watching Mary Ellen that my wife Marg was. Apparently they occasionally had tea in the afternoon and Mary Ellen liked to try on my wife’s clothes, having poor taste in her own.

Marg and I used Mary Ellen’s evening strip teases to fire up our own sex life and among other things we fantasized about ensnaring her in a threesome. The threesome did evolve, but not in the manner we had imagined. One afternoon while I was away on business, Marg was invited over to Mary Ellen’s home and the two of them got into it sexually. It turned out to be a set-up and Mary Ellen’s husband Doug arrived while the two ladies were naked in bed. He fucked both of them.

Marg nervously related the story to me on my return and that she had accepted an invitation to spend a weekend at a lakeside cabin they owned. She also indicated that Mary Ellen was available to me the next afternoon for an introductory sample. We had thought of ourselves as the ‘hunters’ but apparently we were the ‘hunted’.

I was initially very excited about a close encounter with Mary Ellen. This was soon followed by a feeling or worry about inadequacy. Doug was very well endowed and I wondered whether Mary Ellen might be disappointed in my much more modest manhood.

Marg reassured me that night in bed. We were side by side facing each other, her nipples brushing my chest and her leg up over my hip as my cock slipped in and out and around her pussy. It was our regular erotic night chat position.

Marg whispered, “Hmmm baby, never worry about that. You are a wonderful lover, you arouse and tease me, you are tender and sweet and continuous. I love your foreplay and love the way you experiment. And you can take me hard when I want it that way. You have a beautiful cock that I love to hold and suck and take in my pussy. You try to please me every time and it is about us and not just for your own pleasure. Mary Ellen will have the experience of her life if you bed her and she knows it. I told her.

Mary Ellen has told me that Doug does not engage in much foreplay or fondling, he apparently pretty much just jams it in and fucks until he comes as he did to me. She will love the attention you give her. Don’t worry lover she desires you.”

I smiled and said, “Does this mean that you are not really interested in doing Doug again?” Her butt started moving faster while her body closed on mine in an effort for deeper penetration.

“Oh I want him again. I was very tight and not really ready for him the other day. I was so excited that by the time he worked it into me I was ready to get off, and I did. Damn, you have me thinking about it, my pussy is aching at the thought. He pulled out after I come and got off in Mary Ellen. I wanted it in me. I plan to improve his techniques. Oh fuck this is hot baby.”

We both churned away at each other, the visions of my wife taking a load from that big bone driving our passion.

The end result of her encouragement was that I was looking forward to getting naked with Mary Ellen. The fantasy of sucking those big tits and pushing my cock under her big red bush filled my mind.

Marg called me at my office the next day and suggested that I make an excuse to come home right away. She said, “Mary Ellen and I spent some time at a beauty parlor and then went shopping. She looks gorgeous. We are on the back deck by the pool. If you want your appetizer, now would be a good time.”

I went straight to my bedroom on arrival and quickly changed into a pair of light shorts and a tee shirt before joining the ladies on the back deck. The deck is covered and enclosed on three sides but open to the pool. While not totally private, someone would have to try very hard to view either the deck or the pool from outside of our yard.

Marg and Mary Ellen were standing at our poolside bar as I walked out. They wore matching halter-top and shorts outfits and sheer swimsuit covers. They wore more makeup than usual for either of them. The makeup and sexy outfits combined with elevated sandals gave them a pleasant slutty appearance and obviously the look for which they had strived.

While they had the same body size, the distribution was quite different. Marg is more lithe and athletic looking with nice C-cup breasts, while Mary Ellen was soft and round and marsh illegal bahis mellow like if one could get one’s eyes past her big creamy freckled tits. Despite the number of times that I had enjoyed leering at them through the window, the excitement was even at a higher pitch with them dangling in a halter top a few feet in front of me.

Marg is much more outgoing and animated in social situations, while Mary Ellen is more quiet and introspective. But to me they both looked beautiful and very erotic. I could barely believe my luck.

Marg was even more cranked up than I. Her eyes were bright and sparkling and she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She handed me a Mai Tai and suggested that Mary Ellen and I sit down and chat a bit while she prepared something in the house.

Mary Ellen and I sat on a love seat looking out over the pool. We were both a little nervous, but as I allowed my eyes to slowly roam over her she reacted with a smile. Looking at her tits I said, “You have beautiful breasts Mary Ellen; I hope you don’t mind me gawking at them all the time.”

She smiled, “Thank you. I obviously wanted you to see them or I would not have been on display every night for you. I guess if anyone should know about them, you should.”

I winced a bit at the reminder of my peeping tendency but said, “I never tired of watching you through the window. Did you plan all of that ahead of time? I mean did you set out to attract my or our attention?” I leaned ahead, our eyes locked and I could imagine her breasts moving and straining for release as her breathing increased.

She replied, “Not at first. I had finished undressing for bed one night and then noticed that the drapes were open. I closed them quickly and was a little upset at myself. Later in bed, I began to get hot thinking of you or Marg seeing me. I began leaving them open every night in the hope that one or both of you were watching. It was very deliberate on my part and it aroused me when I realized that you were there. Doug was getting more sex than he was used to getting!”

I untied the little bows holding the sheer top together, and spread it open, exposing her tits in the pale green terrycloth halter-top. She was excited and her nipples were hard and pushing through the soft cloth. I rubbed the very tips of the nipples with the palm of my hand.

Her eyes were partly closed as she waited for my next move. I said, “I can’t believe that we are here like this. The sight of you through my window filled my mind with thoughts of being close to you like this. Did you know whether it was Marg or I watching you?” I hefted one breast in the palm of my hot hand, closed my fingers to squeeze it, a gentle slow massage.

She drew in her breath. “I figured it out eventually. If I could see your door open you or she would be framed in the hall light for a few seconds. I didn’t care which one it was, the thought of either of you seeing me made my heart race. I imagined you feeling me just like you are now.”

I said, “Did you know that we started watching you together? I guess we were getting as much sex as you and Doug. I took Marg standing at the window a few times when we could not make it to bed in time.” We kissed, a slow one, tentative, testing out, tongue tips glancing at the others.

She said, “Yes I knew both of you were there. Do you recall the first time that I let you see my body?”

I said, “You mean at the window?” I did recall another occasion but had not known that she saw me peeking.

She giggled, “Oh no, it was before the window viewing. I was in my back yard early one morning setting up my garden watering system. I was wearing a robe only. You were getting in your car on your way to work. I let my robe fall open, hoping that you would look up. I guess you didn’t!”

I replied, “Well, yes I did look up, but I thought it was an accident on your part so did not want to embarrass you by staring. You looked fantastic and I had to tear my eyes away.” She had looked fantastic, big white tits, large pink aureoles and that flaming red bush, I dreamed about it many times.

She leaned into me, her eyes opaque with growing lust, “I was very horny that morning, no sex for weeks, and I fantasized about you coming over. You could have fucked me that day.”

I slipped my hand inside the bra and lifted out one big beauty to expose the nipple. It was full and erect, jutting out like a tiny finger. I bent my head and closed my lips around it. It felt like a jujube in my mouth, so compact and firm and solid. I murmured, “Take the other one out Mary Ellen, just hang it out.”

She hurriedly lifted it out, a perfect match for the other one. I rubbed my face between her tits, kissing and licking each nipple in turn. Mary Ellen was squirming in the seat beside me, her breath coming in short gasps as I worked away at them. My attention drifted down to her partly spread legs. The outline of her slit was visible through the terry cloth, obviously no panties.

We kissed again, a nice slow lingering illegal bahis siteleri kiss. Our tongues tentatively explored and gently intertwined. I pulled back a bit and asked, “When did you first think about a threesome with Marg? How did Doug finally get involved? When did you tell him what was happening?”

Mary Ellen lay back on the divan, surrendering herself to my hands and lips and words. “I told him after I realized that both of you were checking me out. I wanted him to join me and maybe make out for you, a live sex show, but he only agreed to appear on the one occasion. Marg told me that she had seen him naked and how it had aroused and excited her. It all just sort of happened I guess.”

We were silent for a few minutes while I worked more feverishly sucking her nipples and tongue. I loved all this, talking and fantasizing, picturing every action related to me. I whispered, “Tell me more Mary Ellen, all the details, you excite me.”

“Oh God Jim, that feels so good, I love your tongue and lips on me. My visits to try on Marg’s clothes added to the fantasies that tumbled through my mind. My knees would weaken when she would brush my breasts with her hands. She took her panties off one day for me to try. Well, she did that at my request. I almost got off when I pulled them tight against my pussy.

Doug has always had the urge to get in Marg’s panties so we started to fantasize about a threesome or a foursome with the two of you. The day that Marg came to my place was partly planned. As soon as I invited her over I phoned Doug to come home. I knew that she was as curious about him as he was of her.”

Mary Ellen had pretty well lost it now; there was little doubt that I could have fucked her right there. But I wanted to prove my reputation as a thorough lover, and to be frank I enjoy playing and teasing right up to the inevitable conclusion. I lifted myself up a bit, looking down at her legs and crotch. I slipped two fingers under the band of the panties and worked them down to her mound, expecting to feel that great red bush. She must have trimmed it as it felt like a brush cut. I pulled the waistband out so that I could see and she said, “What’s wrong?”

I looked up at her and smiled, “I was expecting to see your bush. I have been fantasizing about sinking my cock in under it.” My fingers had slipped in along side of her slit. I said, “Oh baby, clean as a whistle.”

Mary Ellen was moving her butt, spreading more widely and encouraging me to give her more. She was breathless as she murmured; “I just trimmed and shaved it for you. Marg’s stories about you going down on her have been driving me wild.”

I sunk one finger into her slit and pulled it out and licked it. I said “Good, so you like having it licked before having it fucked do you? I might just have some later.”

She cried softly and arched her back upwards, “I have never had it licked. Doug doesn’t do oral. I want you to show me.”

I played with her cunt lips, running my fingers along each side, laying one along the slit, poking it into her in little jabs to arouse her. “Have you and Doug had threesomes before?”

“Yes, but only with another guy. Same guy every time, we all knew each other before Doug and I were married. I had dated both of them. They had been friends since childhood. Doug likes to watch me get laid and then take the wet deck.” She groaned placing her hand over mine as I worked two fingers into her slit. “I like giving him one, and I always come big time like that. We had never been with another woman prior to Marg. That was unplanned, I mean Marg and I that day, it just happened. God you have wild fingers.” She sort of collapsed on the love seat, legs spread wide in total surrender.

I had trapped her clit between my two fingers as I continued to slide them in and out of her swollen lips. I clamped the heel of my hand down on her mound and finger fucked her, hooking them up inside her while teasing her engorged clit between them. She wanted it then, right there beside the pool, thrusting her hips at me as her pussy juiced up enough to provide a slurping sound as my fingers plundered her. I removed my hand and tucked her big tits back in the halter-top. “Come on Mary Ellen, Marg awaits us.”

She stood up and pressed herself up against me, rubbing her hip on my hard cock, her big tits pressed to my chest. We kissed with passion as my hands roamed her back and butt and down to her legs. I wanted in her very badly, but this was not the place, we needed room for a third party. Marg had brought all of this pleasure to us and I wanted her to be part of it.

Marg was still dressed when we entered our bedroom and she smiled at the frantic look in Mary Ellen’s eyes. “Have a nice chat?” she grinned.

We have a quite large bedroom with an ensuite bathroom and walk-in closets. The bed is set out from the wall and one can walk completely around.

Marg set the tone and stripped right down in front of the two of us. There would be no holds barred. My Marg canlı bahis siteleri is a beautiful woman, dressed or naked, and when she is ready to play she becomes even more alluring. She moved behind Mary Ellen and began to untie her halter-top. “Let me unwrap your present for you my love.”

Mary Ellen subconsciously covered her tits as they tumbled out. I quickly stripped off my tee shirt and dropped my shorts. Mary Ellen’s eyes focused on my stiff cock as it sprung out. I sucked each nipple as I knelt in front of her and pulled her shorts down her legs. Marg stood behind Mary Ellen to support her from behind as I raised one of her legs over my shoulder. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, the musky scent clogging my mind as I moved in on it.

Mary Ellen cried out as my tongue sought her slit and pressed its way inside. Marg braced Mary Ellen from behind as I attacked her pussy with nose, chin, lips and tongue. I ran my tongue from the very back of her slit to the top. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth one at a time. I spread her lips open with my fingers and probed her clit with tongue and lips, capturing it between my lips and teasing the hood with my tongue tip.

Mary Ellen’s hips bucked back and forth as Marg toyed with and pinched her nipples. I was sure she was coming, so I stood up and we moved her to the bed. We lay her cross ways on the bed, her head near one side and her feet at the other.

I climbed up between her legs and as I moved over her, she pulled her knees up and spread for me. Her pussy was quivering and ready. Marg moved to the other side of the bed and pulled Mary Ellen’s arms up above her head, pinning her down in a submission hold.

I leaned down and kissed Mary Ellen, my tongue probing her mouth as I whispered “I am going to fuck you a bit, then go down on you again and finally fuck you until I come.”

There was no response excepting for her whimpers and moans. I suspected that her sudden jerks and moves indicated that she was experiencing little orgasms as I played with her. I rubbed my knob in her slit and popped it in and knob fucked her while still on my knees. She pushed upwards with her hips while trying to take me in all the way. Her pussy clamped and sucked actively on my cock. I held about half of my cock in her and let her go at it. She had beautiful muscle movement, I had to take control again or she would have me off very quickly.

Looking down at her I said, “Going to suck you now, I love to suck on a half fucked pussy.”

“No, no, leave it in, please don’t take it out.”

Marg released Mary Ellen’s hands to allow her to reach down and guide my head back between her legs. Her cunt was hot and slippery, the musky scent filtering into my nostrils; my tongue shot out and I pressed it flat along her entire slit and rubbed. She cried and bucked against my face, her hands clutching my head. I wanted more clit and she wanted me to have it, her fingers spreading her slit for me and I managed to get my lips around it once more.

“Oh, oh, suck it please, hard, harder.”

With my tongue still buried in Mary Ellen’s pussy, I looked up to see Marg leaning over her from the other side of the bed and madly sucking and kissing Mary Ellen’s tits and nipples. The frantic heat of the moment convinced me that it was time to get back to the real deal and fuck Mary Ellen out of her misery.

As I removed my tongue from her slit and pushed myself up, there was once again the cry of “No, no, don’t stop!”

I moved back up to my knees between her legs and slid my cock back into her. She clamped on it and continued to work and massage it as I stroked her. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and we both started fucking fast and hard. Marg had moved aside to clear room for us.

Mary Ellen’s orgasm was something to behold. She almost went into convulsions. Luckily I had her body pretty much under control or she might have tossed the both of us off of the bed. I was right up over top of her, my extended arms on each side of her head. Her big tits were thrashing from one side of her chest to the other as she writhed and twisted. I got off pretty much at the same time to a toe-curling stream of cum. We finished up with agonizingly delicious slow strokes, her pussy milking the end of my cock until finally forcing it out.

I knelt there for a bit before my attention focused on my beautiful wife. Marg was standing beside the bed, pinching one nipple and fingering herself. Her eyes implored me to help her out.

Mary Ellen moved out from under me and Marg lay down in her place, legs spread and ready. There was no way I would be up again and ready to fuck her for a while. But I did have fingers and a tongue. I lay beside her and as she raised her knees upwards, my hand slipped down the inside of her legs to her open slit. I fingered her softly, playing in the folds of her swollen lips, teasing her small nub of a clit, and then searching for her G Spot.

As she relaxed I went down on her, stretching myself out between her legs. She lifted each leg over my shoulders as I lay there and I proceeded to get her off with tongue, lips and fingers. By the time Marg got off I was ready again. This was not the first time I had got her off orally before mounting her.

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The wind was whipping the door to the center open and closed. A storm was just over the hills to the west, but the clouds were giving the storm away. Four hours until Rachelle was going to be able to leave. Four hours until she would be able to soak her aching joints from the strenuous stretching made to get her body into the most bizarre and unbelievable poses. There was not one joint on her body that had not been stretched to the limit for this unique sport. Very few are able to excel at rhythmic gymnastics and she was going to make sure she was one of the lucky few.

The gym was turning dark and the storm was overhead. Rachelle watched as the other girls packed up and left for safety. It was just a simple thunderstorm, she thought, as she watched in disbelief everyone leaving. That was fine with her; it meant she would have more time to work at each stretching station. Bending over, she immediately went into a headstand making sure her toes were pointed in the straightest line. She watched in the mirror as she slowly descended her left muscular leg straight down in front of her face, never showing any waver in her balance. Once her leg had touched the ground she kept her other leg in the same position making sure it did not move. The lines illegal bahis of her body were straight and perfect. Upside down, she held onto her leg for exactly two seconds before releasing and swinging her body up to a perfect perpendicular line holding her right leg. This move would be her signature move, as it was a very hard move to make with perfection.

Rachelle stretched her body for two hours and then hit the shower. After standing under the hot water until the pain eased she grabbed her soap. She had forgotten to bring her sponge so she would have to use her hands to wash the sweat away. Slowly, she massaged her body, using the soap as lubricant to rub the muscles that burned from such a long workout. She picked up her razor and began shaving her legs then creeping up to make sure there were no hairs between her legs. The feel of her smooth skin was enticing and extremely erotic. She washed between her legs making sure to rub between her soft lips. The gentle touch was electrifying and intoxicating. She reached behind her and ran her hand inside the crack of her ass making sure she was clean everywhere. After rinsing off, she grabbed a towel and dried her body before putting lotion on.

Driving home to a cold empty house had seemed illegal bahis siteleri normal to her. For the last three years since she had been in training for the Olympics she had lived on her own. Her family lived four states away and was not able to visit much. Phone calls and letters were her main source of communication. Rachelle put her dirty workout clothes into the wash and turned the television on. As she was scanning the channels she realized nothing that interested her was showing. She turned off the television and went to her room where she had an erotic book lying on top of the covers. She stripped off slowly while watching how her body moved. She jumped on the bed and opened the book. Immediately she started reading about a woman who was masturbating and got caught by her roommate. Rachelle could feel her clit tingle while she read. Each line turned her on more and more. It wasn’t long that she began pulling and rolling her nipples so they would be hard like marbles. Her breasts were not real big, but her nipples she could stretch them and make them hard enough to be quite big in size.

Rachelle looked up in the mirror and watched as she began to touch her body. Her tongue started to lick circles around one nipple then the canlı bahis siteleri other. This sensation brought gasps from her and made her pussy pulse. She wanted to watch it up close but the mirror was on the other side of the room. It was then that she came up with the idea to stretch her legs behind her shoulder blades and pull her pussy towards her face. Curiously, Rachelle was looking up close to her pink river of pleasure. She saw her clit for the first time and noticed that her hood was covering her clit. She stuck her tongue out and swiped the hood back to feel her clit on her tongue. A rush of waves hit her body that had her trying to keep breathing. She could taste the fragrant soap she used earlier and sucked in her entire clit. That feeling was different than just using her tongue. She realized she liked having her tongue lick around her clit instead of being sucked on. With her hands, she pulled her pussy apart and used her tongue to lick the exposed button that was beginning to throb and get hard. She knew she was about to cum if she kept doing what she was doing. She spit on her pussy and used her tongue to slide across her hood in hard even strokes. The wetness made a big difference because within seconds of wetting her clit her tongue was bringing her to orgasm. She slowed down and softened the pressure of rolling her tongue around her clit and felt herself cum. She had learned a new trick and it was all thanks to her hard work in rhythmic gymnastics that afforded her this new trick.

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I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t get turned on to sex until well into my thirty eighth year, and it was through someone I’d never even considered.

I had been separated from my husband of almost nineteen years for about twelve months. Parker Wallace was a driven man, and had been since before we married. His father had been absent for most of his growing up, reappearing for brief periods following imprisonment and the odd occasion that his parents tried to make a go of it again. His Dad was a premier bullshit artist, and some days made a good living, sometimes none at all. He spent his time looking for ‘that deal’, the one that would put him and his family on easy street, not because he was good but because he was convinced that he was, and that it was his ‘turn’.

I’d met him just twice leading up to our wedding, and on both occasions he spoke of the wonderful present he was getting for us with a glint in his eye, something that would set us up for our life together. Parker said ‘Yeah, OK Dad.’ He knew him better than that.

At our wedding, his Dad was full of jovial bonhomie in his suit and tie, and it wasn’t until the next day when we were taking all of our gifts back to the house we were renting that I came across a white envelope marked ‘To Mr and Mrs Wallace, lots of love Dad.’ Inside was sixty five pound in cash, and I can still remember the denominations; one £20 note, two tenners and five £5 notes.

I wouldn’t have minded but my Mum and Dad had pretty much paid for the reception and given us three hundred pounds for incidentals.

I gave it to Parker, who just looked at it.

“Check the twenty,” he said, “It’s probably fake.”

Much as Parker disavowed his Dad, as the years went on, he gradually turned into him.

Like his Father before him Parker was a Spiv, a trader, a classic TV comedy style low life that hid behind a posh suit and a posh accent but always had an eye for the next deal, but because he was a director of his own company thought that made him a business man. Worse still, he had inherited his father’s self-belief, but had a good education and there was no way he was going to prison every couple of years like his Dad had. Parker got his first job in an estate agency and bought and sold houses and arranged mortgages, but he learned about humans and their rather erratic nature straight from his old man.

This self-belief was born when, as a boy, he found a fifty pence coin on the floor by a shop checkout and afterwards would always drop something and use that as an excuse to look for dropped coins. At fourteen while at a holiday park he found a wallet in a toilet stall and from then on would always search public toilet cubicles for wallets or cash and would occasionally find them. Money was where you looked for it, it seemed.

He had inherited his father’s biggest flaw (At least I thought it was) and that was ‘never give a sucker an even break’ and he had learned to take advantage of other people at an early age, be that their niceness, poor memory, gullibility or greed.

He would always take the cash from the found item and then throw what was left in the trash ‘so no one could take advantage of the credit cards’ – I do believe he felt this was a good thing. I pointed out that taking the cash was stealing.

“Should have taken better care of their possessions shouldn’t they,” was his standard response, “at least I’m not going to be screwing their credit cards like some people would. Anyway, they’ll claim it back on the insurance…”

Insurance, don’t get me started; he was riding in my brother’s car when he reversed into a low railing with the tiniest bump. Next thing I knew he was suing my brother for whiplash, again he insisted,

“I’m not suing your brother, I’m suing his insurance company, it’s not his money…”

My brother was a new driver and paying through the nose for his car insurance. Parker’s solicitor ‘settled’ for £279, for his loss of wages and the solicitor’s time. My brother’s excess on his car insurance was £250.

My Dad settled out of court and the insurance company, and the following Friday at Mum and Dad’s place he pinned Parker to the wall telling him in no uncertain terms that Parker and his children could freeze their arses of at a bus stop for all he cared from now on, he would never be welcome in his or any other member of his family’s cars ever again.

“But it’s the insurance company’s mon…”

He saw my Dad’s look and wisely shut up.

He was so mean that he once even took a coffee shop points card, which is strange, he doesn’t drink coffee; but he went into the nearest shop, asked how much was on the card, and spent the next few weeks going into the shop and buying tea until the £9 was used up.

He had to walk a mile to that franchise and back again, when he could have just made himself a mug in the office and saved himself the grief. But no, as far as he was concerned it was free, so he had to have it. He binned it once I told him how they were registered on line illegal bahis and someone that lost it could be tracking its use.

On buses, ferries, trains or in restaurants he’d hang back and look for coats or bags that had been left and do the same. Twice he was caught in the act but put on his best customer care smile and gleefully handed them over saying that he was just looking for ID or a phone number so he could contact them.

Once a kindly looking grey haired gent handed him a five pound note and thanked him for his trouble. Parker demurred, but allowed the old boy to convince him to take it, to buy something nice for me or the kids.

“Ah well,” he said, “the old fart only had twenty quid in it anyway, fiver will do.” He put it straight into his wallet – Parker never treated the wife and kids. He was under the impression that there was ‘my money’ and ‘his money’, not ‘our’ money, and it was bloody lucky that I was back working full time and on a very good salary, due to hard work, biding my time and always learning. I was the real wage earner but, you guessed it, I was never allowed to allude to it.

Two months before we split it rebounded on him, when during his interest in what turned out to be a a ‘Miss Selfridge’ shopping bag full of MacDonalds packaging the train pulled out of his station. He had to wait until the train, a limited stop, reached Swindon and he had to get the next train back, costing him the same fair he’d paid in the first place.

I laughed; he just said, “win a few, lose a few…”

I hated that aspect of him, which was strange as he thought it was a habit that should be encouraged and represented the true entrepreneurial spirit. I said that by his reckoning burglars, muggers, drug dealers and car thieves weren’t criminals, they were just small businessmen trying to make a living. He grinned, until I pointed out that when his Fiesta XR2 was stolen and burned out, it wasn’t a crime it was really a business opportunity for the car thief and perhaps he should have left the keys in to help out the entrepreneur that took it, thrashed it around, stole his gym bag with his £120 running shoes that he only ever walked in, his laptop and briefcase and left what remained as a smoking charred heap in the middle of the recreation ground. After all Parker would claim on the insurance…

Parker stopped smiling, because his XR2 was really old (a classic in his terms) the insurance company paid him out a pittance for it as insurance companies always do, giving him the book price not what he considered it worth. He had very little sense of humour…

We have three children, the blessing from our marriage. Gemma is a gorgeous eighteen year old brunette bombshell that is the spitting image of me at her age with lustrous hair, slim but curvaceous with my big brown doe eyes, with Parker’s high cheek bones. She could have been a fashion model but instead chose to concentrate on her studies and was waiting to hear her A’ level results so she could pick her University even though she had unconditional acceptances from four of them, and is going to be the most attractive school teacher in the South East one day. She has lots of good friends and tends to be a bit shy of boys knowing how difficult her father is with them.

My sixteen year old Tom is a lovely boy, with his father’s looks and my height (I’m taller than Parker but was never allowed to discuss it or even allude to it) and passed his father a year ago. Parker hates that as well.

Tom is bookish and the complete opposite of his Dad, choosing to take A’ levels in English, History, Sociology and Psychology. He wants to study one of those at University, and his father still wants to know what he thinks he’s going to do with a degree in rubbish like that. He has started hinting that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to afford to fund him (he’d never said that about his clever, attractive, popular daughter Gemma.)

Tom, bless him, told his Dad not to worry – he’d get a student loan; knowing his Dad for many years he patted his hand at the same time in a move to stop the inevitable ‘come and learn the business from me, I learned everything at the school of hard knocks and then the university of life’ speech.

Our youngest is Bradley, and by far and away his father’s son. A very precocious fourteen year old struggling to come to terms with his late puberty and the fact that sometimes you had to work to achieve something. Exams were pointless and unfair, after all he was way cleverer than everyone else in the class and he didn’t need an exam result to tell him that. He would be millionaire by his fortieth birthday and retire while his classmates and even his teacher would still be living in council houses. His classmates snarled and laughed with equal measure, while his teacher made him stay late for his impertinence and retake the exam. Bradley went straight to the top man like Dad would have done; straight to the headmaster to complain, after all surely it was the teachers fault he’d failed the exam. The illegal bahis siteleri headmaster was just as scathing of Bradley’s interpretation and put him on detention until the exam was passed to the same level that the rest of the class, every single one of them, had passed it. Bradley had a tantrum and stormed out, still convinced that you should get stuff because of how good you were without having to prove it – the headmaster called after him.

“Mr Wallace? If you walk out of school now you can leave your tie, jumper and blazer by the door as you’ll be rendering yourself expelled,” Bradley stopped in his tracks at the door, the headmaster lifted a pile of beige folders on his desk, “I have dozens of young people that are just dying to come to this school, and will take your place and do the work that is expected of them.” There was a pause, “Well Mr Wallace?”

Bradley went back to the classroom and did so for the next five school nights until he managed to get a low ‘C’ grade that got him off of the hook. He bitched every night mind you, sooooo unfair.

As well as the rights and wrongs of modern secondary education he had strong view on life in general and specifically on the breakdown of his parents’ relationship, based on his own innate sense of right and wrong born of his maturity, experience and a specific moral philosophy born from these, AND the amount of smartphones, tablets, laptops, consoles and expensive things that his father bought him whenever he asked for them.

Bradley tried to spread his wealth of knowledge and experience to his elder siblings based on his developed philosophy. Cool stuff is good, money buys cool stuff ergo money must be good.

Extrapolating that principle further he postulated that if you agree with a man with money you get cool stuff; cool stuff is also good – simple; Mum doesn’t give him cool stuff ergo Mum must be an ungrateful bitch who drove Dad away by her lack of faith in a man that just happened to be extremely good friends with a much younger blonde with huge tits and long legs and spent nights in the same hotel rooms as her, even in the town he actually lived in. Gemma and Tom both continued to treat Bradley with the contempt that siblings normally keep for each other, only slightly worse.

All three had been to the local Catholic Church schools courtesy of enough visits to our local Anglican church to convince them that we were religious enough. This was also matched by Parker’s regular cheques from his financial services company to both churches and the primary and secondary schools, so when we went to an open evening Parker was quite well known to the board of Governors and he was his usual charming self and quite soon Gemma was being presented with her first school blazer. Parker had a habit of being charming and a bit scary; there was, ‘I love your school and what it does for our community and our children,’ with a suggestion of ‘I’ve already paid into your school and it’s time for me to collect’; how he managed to insert some chill into a discussion about children’s church based education is still beyond me. Once Gemma and Tom had left the cheques stopped, hence the Headmaster’s willingness to see ‘that disruptive, immature, idiot Wallace boy’ out the door with minimum effort from him.

I know this was the case because I was a member of a symposium of local secondary school managers and my opposite number at that school knew me and my three children, warning me that Bradley was ‘starting to sail a bit close to the wind’.

I thanked her for her candor and honesty, agreeing and apologising for Bradley’s immaturity and idiocy, promising her that he was getting treated for the for the developmental delay but not the idiocy, that was down to his Dad.

Despite Bradley’s views, our break-up was based on Parker’s bad temper and what he considered was me not making enough effort. He never stopped telling me how grateful I should be for all of his hard work, while he seemed to forget that at the same time, I was raising his children almost single handed, keeping his house immaculately I might add, but more than that I also worked full time, earning the real regular cash money that paid the mortgage and bought the groceries during those countless times when his occasionally off the wall projects didn’t pay off and the credit cards were already close to their limits.

Parker’s tantrums were aggressive but not violent. And that’s what they were – tantrums. He’d have a bad day and things wouldn’t go how he wanted or expected. He couldn’t blame himself after all, that was never an option. Parker hardly ever kept an employee more than a year, simply because most of them were self-employed and while initially the money looked quite good, he was such an arsehole that even the most committed would walk out on him.

He came home with a black eye once, saying that he’d caught it on a cupboard door at work. I was to find out later that one of his ‘can’t fail’ jobs had gone completely belly-up and Parker had lost a couple canlı bahis siteleri of grand into the bargain.

One of his ‘guys’ was silly enough to say ‘I told you so’ and Parker went spare, throwing the young man’s desk over and damaging his Iaptop into the bargain.

“Get out!” Parker screamed.

“You owe me a month’s wages!” said the angry man.

“I’ll consider that payment for your incompetence!”

“My incompetence? You fucking idiot, this was your crack from start to finish and your fuck up, pay me and I’ll go!”

“Get out!” Parker screamed again. But this time his hysterics didn’t phase the man in the way it normally did with the other young men that Parker employed.

“Or what?” said the man leaning forward of his much shorter employer.

“Get…” Parker stuttered.

“Yeah yeah, you already said that, and then I said ‘or what’. What if I don’t get out?” The young man stepped into Parker’s personal space, “Watcha gonna do Mr Wallace? Shout at me again?” The young man slapped Parker, hard.

Parker recovered and swallowed,

“I’ll… call the police…”

“Brilliant idea, yeah let’s call the police!” The man reached into his jacket and withdrew his mobile, “999 isn’t it,” the man pressed three nines and held his finger over the dial button. “Ready?”

“Wait…” said Parker. While he considered much of what he did to be legit, he really didn’t want anyone looking too closely at what he had going on that was for bloody sure.

The young man picked up his laptop, now with a large crack across the screen from Parker’s tantrum of throwing desk top stuff around,

“That’ll cost you £500 Mr Wallace, plus what you owe me for last month. Tell you what let’s make it a round £3,000 and I’ll walk away quietly and not tell anyone what’s going on here.” Parker hissed through his teeth. “That’s just made it £4,000 Mr Wallace.”

Parker reached into his pocket for his cheque book, “no chance, I’ve heard about the cheques that you write Mr Wallace, I’ll take the cash out of the safe please.”

Parker always kept a large sum of cash in what he thought was his secret safe, he was amazed that someone else knew about it. “Yeah, I’m just as fucking sneaky as you are, £4,500 now Mr Wallace.”

“Four and I never hear from you again.”

“Done,” said the man.

Parker tried all kind of nasty things in the next few days and reported the man for criminal damage. The police asked to see the office CCTV but Parker had switched it off some weeks back when he’d had a similar issue with another employee and it showed him in the wrong, so the police just said that they couldn’t take any further action and he was working up to a tantrum when the detective said that he could still pop round and see what was going on. Parker apologised and disconnected the call.

In our twenty year relationship I don’t think he ever put his hands up to admit a problem or apologise to me, the kids or my family for the fuck up’s, disappointments or broken promises he caused on such a regular basis.

He’d rather lash out at the next nearest person, which in the office was one of his contacts or his staff while at home it was me, and I confess as the years went on I was waiting for slap around the face, but it never came. Mind you I think that’s because he was scared of my Dad. I know this, as my Dad told me once that a teenage Gemma had confessed to her Gramps that Daddy sometimes loses his temper with Mummy.

Dad had said nothing but took him to one side at a cousins wedding after he ranted at me for having a joke with my brother that he didn’t understand. He asked him if everything was OK; Parker asked why it shouldn’t have been. Dad laughed and put his arm around his son-in-law’s shoulder and walked to a large window.

“I get the feeling…” he said given Parker a gentle shake, “I have the feeling that you have started to lose your temper with Natalie.” Parker made to open his mouth but my Dad shush-shush-shushed him and raised a finger, “Now I’m sure Natalie isn’t perfect and it’s not my place to take sides Parker, but,” he grinned, “so help me you so much as lay a finger on her or my grandchildren, they’ll have to spend three months gluing what’s left of you back together so they have a piece big enough to do a DNA test on.” He grinned in that wonderful way my Dad has about him and squeezed Parker making him wince.

My Dad has always been the nicest person ever, but he does confess he knows lots of people that aren’t. My wonderful Dad had been a Sergeant Major in the Royal Marines and had travelled the world with them, retiring after 28 years man and boy to live on his pension and his part-time job at the local magistrates’ court as an usher.

Mind you, I often believe that the later lack of violence at the end of our relationship was mostly down to Gemma and Tom and their almost magical appearance in any room that we’d be arguing in just at the right time; especially Tom. He’d amble into the kitchen his face buried in a book just as his father was getting to the spitting, snarling part of his temper tantrum and reach blindly for a cupboard door handle or the fridge, get his drink, or his biscuit, or whatever else he’d came into whichever room it was, most often the kitchen.

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Jesse was bone tried, he had work the last 12 hours putting the fire out on the west side of his land. And to top that off he came home to find his niece sucking a man he just hired last week. He yelled and scream and told the man to leave, he was fired. Then he turn to her.

“Don’t even brother saying anything Uncle Jesse, I’m 20 years old and I can suck, or fuck any one I want to.” she said, and walk away.

The next morning he waited for her to come downstairs.

“Becky I’m sorry I yell at you yesterday. You have the right to do what you want and with whom you want to, but could you not get the men I hire, please.” he said.

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.” she said. He went out to work. She sat there thinking how she was going to get even with him. [ the phone rings]

“Hello yes, no I’m sorry he left for work. No he can’t meet you tonight Mrs. Brown, your a married lady and you shouldn’t be fucking him, go find your husband, better yet I’ll tell him you want him home your horny.” she told the lady then hung up on her.

Smiling to herself, Becky went back to cleaning the kitchen. She was just sitting lunch on the table when Jesse walk in the door.

“You had no business telling her that Becky.” he said.

“If I can’t have any man that works for you, then you can’t have any of the lady’s.’ she said.

“Bite me.” she said. He grab her and pull her to him, looking into her eyes he felt bad for what he was about to do, but not that bad. He kiss her roughly. When he soften the kiss, and cupped her ass, grinding his cock into her. He broke the kiss and told her to leave his lady friends alone. She watch him leave the house.

Becky didn’t see or hear from him for three days. By the fourth day she was getting concern. She went looking for him. It was close to dark, and she had look everywhere. She decided to go to by the lake. That’s where she saw his horse. She got off hers and walk up to his horse. Then she spotted him laying on the big flat rock at the waters edge. She watch him for awhile,look like he was sleeping. Leaving the horse she walk over to him. She saw that he had no clothes on, and looking around she didn’t see any sign of where they could be. The closer she got, she noticed that he had an unusually large cock. She seen a lot of cocks, and her Uncle’s was more like a horse’s.

“Uncle Jesse.” she said. He didn’t even move. She reach up and touch him. He turn to look at her.

“What do you want Becky?” he ask.

“YOU, I WANT YOU.” she shock herself when she said it. He look at her.

“Can you take all of me inside you? I’ve yet to find one who can, Mrs. Brown was the only one who could get over half inside her.” he said.

“Yes I can.” she said.

“Then get up here and fuck me Becky.” he said. She climb up on the rock and stood over him. She pull off her T-shirt, then took off her shorts. Standing above him, she rub her tits, moving her hand down and rubbing her pussy. He was stroking his cock watching her undress.

“You look wonderful standing there, but when are you coming down here to fuck me.” he said. She smile as she sat down on his illegal bahis hard cock. He grab her hip holding her, as she ease her pussy on his cock.

“OH GOD BECKY YOUR PUSSY FUCKING HOT.” he groan. She close her eyes, just letting the feeling of him being inside her. She let her body go and she drop onto his cock.

“UUUUUUUHHHHH, EEEEEEEEEE, YES, OH GOD YES.” she hissed.

“Oh god Becky are you alright Baby, please tell me your okay?” he ask.

“Oh Uncle Jesse your so big, I feel so full, Oooooo, yes I can feel every move your cock makes.” she said finely.

“Oh sweet Baby I thought I had hurt, because I’m so big.” he said. She move her hips, slowly twisting, and up and down.

” Oh baby feels so good being inside you, but I wont last long, it’s been to long for me.” he said.

“Can we get off the rock?” she ask.

“We can try, but I don’t want to take my cock out now that I’m inside you.” he told her. He had her wrap her arms and legs around him as he move his ass forward, pushing deeper and deeper inside her.

“Oh God Jesse Your getting deeper with every move you make. Oh God!!!” she said. At the edge of the rock, getting ready to drop to the ground. Jesse puts his arms around her, holding her ass in his hands. He pushes off the rock, landing on his feet, turning her back to the rock he plunges his cock over and over. Increasing his speed and tempo with every thrust.

“OH GOD UNCLE JESSE, I’M CUMMING!!!!!” she screams.

“I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU, AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!” he said harshly.

He sat her down on the ground and went to his horse.

” We can’t do this again Becky, it isn’t right.” he said. She couldn’t believe what he was saying. That was the best fuck she had ever had and she wasn’t giving that up for any reason, not even incest. Running over to him, pulling him to her.

“No please Uncle Jesse don’t stop, we’re so good together, Didn’t you like being inside me? Don’t I turn you on?” she ask. Closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath, he turns to her, looking into her eyes.

“If it was just you and me on this place I would fuck you till you couldn’t walk, I’d keep you in bed till you satisfy me in every way, And Honey i want you so badly that you would never leave my bed, you’d be i it forever.” he said, grabbing her and pulling her to him. He layed her on the ground and push her legs apart and plunge his cock into her. He fuck her quickly, both of their cum’s mixing together. Pulling out of her he told her to go home he would be home sometime tonight.

Becky went into her bedroom closing the door. She took a shower, dress in her robe. She sat there staring off into space. About an hour later she went down stairs to fix herself something to eat. She turned the oven on and put the casserole in. Sitting at the table, she saw the Bananas, grabbing one she peel it, As she looked at it, wondering if she could suck Jesse’s cock. She push the banana down her throat, pretending it was his cock she bobbed her head up and down. Jesse looked thru the door window, watching her sucking the banana like it was a cock. It made him hard watching her work that banana like illegal bahis siteleri a cock. The bell went off pulling her out of her little world, she toss the thing in the trash can and pull out the food.

“Something smell great, what’s for dinner Becky?” Jesse ask. He sat down at the table. They sat and ate with out talking to each other. Becky wasn’t into the food she ate a little then just push the rest around on her plate. Jesse ate everything on his plate. He looked at her.

“Becky we need to talk please go up to my room and wait for me.” he told her.

Becky didn’t really want to talk about anything, but she did as she was ask. Leaving his light off, she fell asleep waiting for him to come up. Jesse check in with his foreman, and his workings, then he clean out the tack room, hoping that his energy was gone he went up to the bathroom to shower. Wrapping the towel around his hips he walk into his darken room. He saw her laying there on his bed, he felt his cock stirring to life. He turn off the light again and went over to the bed, looking at her he knew he had to have her again.

Getting into bed with her he ease her leg over his hip, he push his cock into her pussy, easing in a little at a time. Between each push he would kiss her and whisper things in her ear. Opening her eyes, she saw Jesse looking at her.

“Hi I see your finely awake.” he said, pushing his cock in more.

“Oooooooo,I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” she said breathing hard.

“Oh Becky I’ve wanted you sense you turn 17, and I noticed that you had grown up a lot, I still want you, but it’s wrong.” he said. She pushes back on him, meeting him each time.

“Oh God Baby, you make me feel so fucking good.” he groan. Jesse couldn’t hold back any longer, he pull her under him, lifting her legs to his shoulders, he plunges deeply into her. Moving quick and fast till he felt her climax, he move her legs to around his hips. He waited for her to breath again.

“Oh Baby I’m going to fuck you now as I’ve wanted to for a long time.” he told her And he did to, he took her to heaven over and over again. She had so many orgasms, before he had his one.

Over the next few months he tried very hard to stay away from her body. Plans were made for a big barbecue for the last weekend of the month. He’d made it once for almost three weeks, before he took her from behind while she was taking a shower, and about a week later he found her out by the lake swimming nude, she suck his cock, and he fucked her ass. He found a reason to be with her every Sunday night, and he’d take her over his desk in his study, and on Wednesday she would suck his cock for him. That’s what went on for the last month.

The party was in full swing. Jesse was talking to his men and Becky was playing with the kids, and talking to some of the lady’s. Jesse looked up when he heard a car stop. He saw that it was his mother and father coming to the party. Looking for Becky, he didn’t see her.

“Hello mom, dad, What brings you out here?” he ask.

“Hello Grandpa, grandma.” Becky said as she came out the door. Becky gave grandpa a hug.

“Don’t canlı bahis siteleri touch me you whore!” she said, as Becky was going to give her a hug.

“Why is she still here Jesse, Why is that whore’s daughter still living here?” she ask. Becky was so upset she ran into the house crying.

“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM MOTHER, SHE LIVES HERE BECAUSE SHE’S FAMILY.” Jesse yell.

“She is not our family, she’s not Jack’s. Jan was pregnant when Jack married her, I want that girl out of my house.” she said. Jesse look at his father.

“This is my house, not yours. Dad is what she said true? Becky is not my niece?” Jesse ask.

“It’s true son, Jack wanted a kid, but he couldn’t have any. But when he meet Jan he fell in love with her and married her, your mother never like her because Jan was a stripper when Jack and her met.” he told Jesse.

“If that’s the case Jesse, you don’t have to fight your feelings anymore.” Brad said. Jesse nodded his head in agreement.

“I’m not telling Becky to leave my home, I love her, I’ve been fighting feelings for her for a long time, and now I’m not fighting them any more. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to find Becky and try to fix this mess you made mother.” Jesse said.

“You can’t that’s incest, you fool, I wont have that, that thing in our family.” she yell after to him.

“Come on Frank were going home.” she said.

“NO, I’m not leaving, this is my son too, and I wont be a part of you jealous over a dead lady’s child.” he said. Everyone at the party watch her get in the car and leave.

“Well I don’t know what to tell you guys.” he said to everyone.

“Tell Jesse and Becky we will plan this party for next weekend.” Brad said.

“Yes please do, and tell Becky we love her.” someone said.

” Oh Becky What are you doing, your not leaving me honey. No way am I going to let that happen.” Jesse said. as he walk into her room. Grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap. Wrap in his arms she put her arms around him, hugging him. Jesse reach up to caress her face, pulling her to him, kissing her. She reach for his belt, unbuckle, unzip his pants. She pull out his hard cock. Jesse reaches under her dress, ripping her panties off, he lifted her to straddle his lap. He pulls her down onto his cock. They don’t talk just kissing and fucking each other till they both cum.

Still breathing heavy and fast Jesse pulls her to lays down on the bed. That’s how Jesse’s dad found them when he walk into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Jesse, Becky we need to talk.” he said.

“What is it dad, I’m not giving her up.” Jesse said.

“I know son, this is about the past. After Jack married Jan, and Becky was born and about 2 years old. Jack came to me and told me everything. He wanted anther kid, so he ask me if I would sleep with Jan and get her pregnant. I told him I’d love to, I always thought your mother was a sexy hot lady. We plan a weekend when we knew your mother would be out of town visiting her parents Jesse. She left and I came out here. Jack, Jan, and I spend the weekend enjoying ourselves. She could suck my cock better than your mother ever could. And she had the tightest pussy, and ass. Well on Sunday afternoon, while Jan was on top of me fucking me and me telling her she had the best fucking tight pussy I’ve ever had. Your mother busted in the room Jesse.” he told them.

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At 6:50 I was standing in front of Barnes & Noble waiting for Eric to get there. I was nervous as hell. What if he doesn’t show? What if he does, but then backs down?

I had never been this nervous on a date before, but then I’d never been on a date with another guy. I’d been on dates with women before, and had had sex with other guys, but never dated. Add to that the fact that Eric was a pretty good friend of mine as well as someone I was very attracted to. It was almost too much.

Only 6:54, time is moving way too slow. Why did I have to get here so early. Of course if I hadn’t tried to get here early I would have been very late, the subway doesn’t run on my schedule.

My watch seemed to be mocking me for my impatience it was only 6:57. I smiled and spoke briefly to people I recognized going by. Why couldn’t Eric have been early for once in his life.

Finally 7:00, took long enough, I must have been out here for like 25 minutes – well 11 minutes really but I swear that time was intentionally moving slower so it was like 25 minutes.

It was 7:02 and panic started to set in, a thousand thoughts running through my mind. “He’s not coming.” “He changed his mind.” “ I pushed him too far this morning.” “He’s going to tell everyone about me.” “Maybe he’s just running late, he usually is.”

Sanity finally took hold, “Calm down, just stop and think, if he’s not here in a minute give him a call, something may have come up. Regardless of what happens panic won’t help.”

Easy for the rational part of my mind to say, while the rest of me was freaking out. Fortunately, I saw Eric heading up the sidewalk towards me.

“You’re 5 minutes late, do you have any idea what you put me through.”

He just gave me that sheepish grin of his, who could stay mad at someone like him for very long. Not that I was mad, mostly relieved that he showed.

“So where do you want to go eat?” I asked him, that kind of details are important.

“Hmmm… How about we head over to Harvard Square.”

“Ok sounds good to me.” So we started walking towards the steps to take us down to catch the T again outbound.

Unfortunately it being dinnertime the T was packed. But that’s ok, Eric and I at least found a spot on the train where we could stand close together and out of the way.

We just chatted the whole trip. When we finally got to Harvard Square we decided on some Chinese food for dinner. It was a great dinner, the food wasn’t bad either. We could just talk to each other. To anyone else nearby we seemed to be just good friends chatting over dinner. Between the two of us though it was like we were weaving a web of intimacy between us.

After dinner, we headed out to go catch a movie. Even with the long lines outside we were still in the movie pretty quickly. We had chosen a movie, which apparently wasn’t as popular as some of the others, and we had managed to get seats somewhat out of the way with no one else near us.

As soon as the lights dimmed Eric surprised me by reaching over and grabbing hold of my hand. We sat like that through the whole movie. It was fantastic, just being close to him holding his hand – a gentle intimate contact.

I wish we could have stayed like that forever, but of course the movie ended so we left and headed out to catch the T again. This time the T was much emptier than earlier and we even got a bench so we could continue to sit together. The benches on the T aren’t very large normally that makes it seem more crowded, but I didn’t mind a bit having to sit closer to Eric.

“So what do you want to do now.” I asked him, hoping that involved both of us together.

“I don’t know, what do you want to do.”

“We could always go back to my place and watch some TV.”

“OK.” I had cable at my apartment, which he didn’t have in his dorm so I had a lot better selection there than he had.

We arrived casino siteleri back at my apartment. “Something to drink?”

“OK.”

I returned back to the living room with two sodas, to find Eric stretched out on the couch. I set his drink down and moved towards the chair when he says: “Come lay down over here with me.”

I was all for it except for one thing, I was two inches taller than him. “That sounds good to me, except for one thing, I’m two inches taller than you, if I sit in front you can’t see the TV.”

“Oh good point.” So he stood up and let me stretch out on the sofa before lying down beside me. I slid my arm around him and heard no complaints from him, so I hugged him to me tightly. I was after all taking it slow at his request don’t want to scare him off.

We talked for a very long time that night, nothing major just talk. Occasionally getting quiet to listen to the TV. It was during one of these quiet moments that I realized Eric had fallen asleep in my arms.

I was comfortable and apparently so was he so I cut the TV off, hugged him up against me and went to sleep. I don’t think I’ve ever slept more soundly than I did that night just holding him against me. No dreams this night though.

When I awoke, the sun was shining in through the window, I should’ve shut the shades last night, but I didn’t know it would be a problem until after I’d gone to sleep with Eric – and there was no way I was getting up then. It wasn’t until a few minutes after waking up that I realized that Eric was already awake.

“Good morning.” It truly was a good morning, of course any morning waking up with Eric would be.

“Good morning yourself, sleep well?”

“What do you think. How long have you been awake?”

“About 25 minutes.”

“Why didn’t you get up?”

“It would have woken you up, and besides that I was comfortable.” Well who could argue with logic like that.

“So what do you want to do today?”

“Well I wouldn’t mind staying like this but I do have to take a piss, and something to eat would be nice for a start.”

“Scrambled eggs and toast ok?”

“Fine by me.” Just hold him all night while he sleeps and he’s easy to please… not that that’s a complaint.

He got up and went to the bathroom, I went to the kitchen. I got out everything and set the toast in the toaster and started a pot of coffee. When he came out of the bathroom I went in and emptied my aching bladder. Just for good measure I brushed my teeth.

When I came back into the kitchen he gave me a kiss.

“No fair, you got to brush your teeth, I don’t even have a toothbrush here.”

“Well if you want you’re welcome to use mine, but I also keep a spare up in the medicine chest which you can help yourself too.”

“Thanks.”

He left the room and I got started cooking the eggs. In a few minutes he was back with me and breakfast was done. Shortly after that breakfast was done.

“So you never answered me, what do you want to do today?”

The food and caffeine had gotten to his head now because he returned: “Yes I did, I’ve already done what I wanted to do.”

Yes, he was wide-awake now. “OK so now that you’ve done that what do you wanna do now.”

“Well I’d love to take a shower. After that I don’t know.”

“Well you’re welcome to take a shower here if you want, but you’ll have to go back to your dorm if you want to change clothes, don’t know how well my stuff would fit you, but you might be able to find something.”

“Well why don’t we go take a look and see if there’s anything there.”

We finally managed to find something that didn’t look too bad, the height difference really made the proportions all wrong.

“You can go ahead and shower first, since you are after all the guest.”

“Why don’t you take a shower with me.”

“I’d love to, but are you sure you’re ready slot oyna for that?”

“Yeah I think so.” Then he gave me that smile of his, how could I possibly say no to that, of course that was what he had planned.

He was so sexy smiling at me like that I just had to do it. I walked over towards the bathroom, but when I got to him, I suddenly turned and kissed him. I guess I caught him off guard at first, but it didn’t take him long to respond to my kiss. Sliding my tongue into his mouth and wrapping my arms around him. Yes he was definitely ready, the way his tongue wrestled against mine I could tell he’d been waiting for this for a long time.

Finally we broke the kiss. I wrapped my arm around him and we headed towards the bathroom. I still wanted to leave him as much control of the situation as possible – I didn’t want to scare him off – so I offered:

“How do you want to do this, undress ourselves or undress each other.”

He just flashed that sexy mischievous grin and walked over to me, lifting my shirt over my head and kissing me on the nipple as he did so. What a way to answer a question.

After he’d lifted my shirt all the way off I leaned forward and kissed him again. I unbuttoned his shirt and I followed my hands with my mouth, kissing down his neck then his chest until finally I had gotten to his waistband.

At which point I kissed my way back up his stomach, I loved the treasure trail that ran from his below his waist up to his chest in between his abs. When I got back to his head I kissed him again on the mouth.

It was his turn again and he reached down and undid my pants, loosed they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I undid the buckle on his belt, released the button and lowered his fly, letting his jeans fall to the ground.

His erection made a very noticeable and delicious looking bulge in his boxer shorts. I stepped back up to him kissing him again and pressing my cloth-encased cock into his.

He moaned quietly, and I decided that if I died right now I’d go happy. Fortunately though that didn’t happen. I broke the kiss and went over to cut the shower water and on and let it warm up. Then went back to him.

It was time now. As I came up to him I reached down with my hands and put them under the waistband of his boxers. Giving his cock a quick caress, I slid them down off his hips and let them drop to his ankles.

His cock stood straight and waved proudly in the steamy air of the bathroom. He moved up to and reached his hand down to the front of my boxers, massaging my cock through the fabric it was straining against.

Then in one smooth motion dropped my boxers down to my feet. We walked over towards the shower and stepped in. My shower really wasn’t designed for two people but we didn’t mind being close to each other.

Eric picked up the washcloth and the bar of soap building up lather on the cloth. Setting the bar of soap off to the side he started washing my chest, then he pulled forward and kissed me again.

Washing across my chest until he reached my right nipple, which he then pinched through the cloth. Then he washed down across my arm and then came back up and I raised my arm for him to wash underneath.

It was a slow sensual caress. I hadn’t had anyone wash me since I was a child, yet here I was like a child again – submissive. It’s an act of trust, not just letting someone else wash you – you are surrendering to their will – and it is much more intimate.

He washed my entire front then I washed his, with the same gentleness with which he washed mine, then he turned around and allowed me to wash his back for him. When I had finished his back he turned around and I faced away from him. The sensuality of the situation kept us both aroused throughout this whole ordeal.

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off, then went into my bedroom. We kissed canlı casino siteleri again. Mouths locked in passion, tongues sliding against each other. Our bodies pressed so closely together that we were almost one person.

We lay down across my bed, and kissed some more. Neither of us could get enough of the other. I reached down to stroke his cock.

I ran my finger along the ridge on the underside of his cut hardon. I could feel his body tense as sensations of pleasure ran through his body. While continuing the stimulation on his cock, I licked and nibbled at first his right nipple and then his left.

It was now time to move onto the next phase. I stopped stroking him and licked and kissed my way down between his pecs, down to his abs, licking in between them and around them. Next to his navel teasing him with my tongue for just a minute before continuing lower.

I licked up his steel-hard shaft. And wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, flicking my tongue against the slit driving him crazy. I slid my head down the shaft and then sliding it back up.

Pushed beyond endurance it took only a few seconds for Eric to come. His body writhing in ecstasy he fired shot after shot of his salty sweet cum.

When he finally calmed I climbed back up to his head, kissing him firmly on the mouth. “So how was that for your first time?”

“Excellent but now it’s my turn,” and he slid down the bed and my body. Instead of going directly in like I did for him he decides to tease me further.

He ran his hand around my cock, then slid his finger lightly over my nuts sending shivers through my body. Then back up to my cock. He let his finger trail up to the head and run across it, and then back down to the base and across my nuts, down the underside of my nuts to stroke that sensitive spot right between my legs. For his first time with another guy he certainly knew how to make me go crazy.

When he’d finally had enough teasing me with his hand he lowered his mouth to my nuts and licked them all over. Then he sucked them into his mouth one at a time. Licking and sucking at them rolling them around in his mouth.

I moaned softly – I’m not one to make much noise during sex – finally he decided to make his move. He lifted his head up to my cock and licked around the head eliciting another soft moan from me.

Then he went on to attempt to swallow my cock, sucking on it and licking at it. A little too much teeth but then he was still a novice at it, so I can’t really complain.

Within minutes his technique had improved rapidly and had me moaning with pleasure frequently. Finally he brought me to a tremendous orgasm.

After I had finished with my climax, he came up to me and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you for being my first man.”

“Oh you’re very welcome, but how did you learn how to tease someone like that?”

“Stories on the net mostly,” at that he smiled.

“Figures,” and I found myself smiling just because he was. “So what do you want to do now?”

“Well why don’t we get dressed go out for a while.”

“OK sounds good to me.”

So we got dressed and headed out for a while. Visited a couple of shops and picked up some supplies from the grocery store for me to use to cook dinner with.

When at last we headed back to my apartment it was about 7:30. We had dinner together, and then it was time for him to return to his dorm room, didn’t want his roommate asking to many questions yet.

“I wish I could stay here tonight.”

“So do I, but…”

“Yeah, well at least we had this weekend, which was fun.”

He smiled at that, “Although that’s a big understatement.”

I kissed him, “So was that good enough for your first time? Was it everything you hoped for?”

“Everything and more.” He kissed me again.

We sat there for a long time just enjoying being with each other, but he had to return to his dorm. When he left I thought back over the weekend and how we had suddenly gotten together, and how it seemed like we’d always been together. I was happy, and I spent that night dreaming of just being with him.

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Day 1

It was a family vacation.

Maggie sat in the backseat as they headed down the California coast. Everyone in the small family was there. Her father, her mother, and her brother.

She hadn’t seen much of them in the past several months. Not since she moved to San Francisco for art school. She wanted to be a fashion designer. Or anything in the field of fashion.

Her younger brother lived at home and attended a nearby university.

And since they had time off for summer, they decided to go on a trip together, down to the nice resorts of Southern California.

***

It was heaven, Maggie thought.

There was hardly anyone around the private resort. Her father, a corporate attorney, had paid top dollar for a small private villa by the shore. They had a perfect view of the beach.

The villa only had two rooms. One for the parents. And another for Maggie and Jeff. Luckily the siblings had separate beds.

It was going to be a lovely weekend.

After relaxing for the morning, they had a nice family picnic on the sandy beach. Maggie wore her bikini, with a large white T-shirt over it. She was eager to work on her tan, but she didn’t want to do it in front of her family. That would have been much too awkward.

Other couples from nearby villas came and befriended Maggie’s parents. They got along quickly and had a lot in common. Even though it was supposed to be a family vacation, the parents appreciated having adult conversations with other business professionals.

‘Perfect,’ Maggie thought.

It was her chance to sneak off and work on her tan.

“Maggie, take your brother with you,” her mom said.

Her mom was a caring person, and she always made sure the siblings stayed close with each other. And she especially didn’t want Jeff getting bored while the other adults were talking.

And so, Jeff was reluctantly made to follow his older sister. Maggie became slightly upset at the sudden loss of privacy, but she was going to tan anyway, she figured. She carried a small beach blanket, some lotion, a small bottle of water, and off they went.

“Where are we headed?” Jeff asked.

“I don’t know. Any place where there’s privacy. I don’t want anyone seeing me tan. Well, except for you I guess since we’re stuck together.”

They continued their short walk down the shore. It was a hot day and the sun was already taking its toll.

Finally, they found the right spot.

They were by the edge of the beach. There was no one nearby. It was more than enough privacy for sunbathing. Maggie spread her beach blanket on the sand and prepared to lay on it.

“I’m going to take off my T-shirt,” she said. “Don’t make this weird, okay?”

“Holy shit.”

“Jeff, this isn’t a big deal, okay? I’m sure you’ve seen a hot body before.”

“Not you,” he said. “Look, over there.”

Maggie turned her head to see what her brother was looking at.

“What is it?”

He pointed further down the beach. “Do you see that?”

When Maggie squinted her eyes and looked closely, she saw a small hut, with two people, and someone taking their picture. The two people were completely naked. A lady was on her knees with her face in a naked guy’s crotch. Her head was going back and forth.

“Is that a fucking blowjob?” she asked incredulously.

“Either that or some new yoga technique.”

“Jeez. What kind of place is this?”

“That definitely wasn’t in the brochure that dad showed us,” Jeff replied. “But hey, who’s complaining?”

Jeff kneeled down, and so did Maggie. They didn’t want to get caught. But they wanted to watch for a moment, especially the enthusiastic young Jeff. They simply watched for several long moments.

In a flash, a thought came to Maggie’s mind.

“Wait a minute, why are we watching this?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

Jeff’s eyes were still glued to the sexual action.

“Pervert. I’m going to work on my tan. Keep your eyes on the blowjob and don’t look at me. Okay?”

His eyes remained forward. “Got it.”

Maggie pulled off her T-shirt and laid on the beach blanket. Her bikini-clad body on full display. She stretched and found the perfect position to lay. At least Jeff wasn’t going to be looking at her body, she thought. Jeff was too busy looking at something else.

It was serenity. She finally got the sunbathing experience she wanted. Through the corner of her eye, she saw her brother still occupied by watching the oral encounter. It was weird, but gratefully, there was silence.

“Excuse me. You two are on private property.”

The voice was strong and stern. Maggie turned to see a much older man with a peeved expression on his face. He looked upset that they had (apparently) trespassed, and more importantly, that Jeff was watching the oral encounter.

The man continued coming closer.

“You’re not supposed to be watching this.”

Maggie got up and quickly put her T-shirt back on.

“We didn’t know this was private property,” she said.

“Fair enough,” he said, calming down. “But casino siteleri now you’ve been told. So please, leave. People your age shouldn’t be watching this.”

“We’re both legal adults,” she staunchly replied.

The man calmed down even further. “Oh, my apologies then, I assumed you were younger.”

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment then,” Maggie replied.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re on private property.”

“Okay, okay, we’re going. And if you’re so concerned about the law, then you should really do something about that public blowjob over there.”

“You should check the local ordinances lady. And we also have permits.”

“What are you, some sort of porn company?” she asked.

“Modeling company, now please leave.”

Maggie looked closely at the guy’s T-shirt, which had a small company logo on it.

“Do you work for Buckel Fashion Works?”

The man smiled, “Yes, that’s us.”

“Wow, I’m actually an admirer.”

Maggie went over to greet the man with a handshake while Jeff looked relieved that he wasn’t in trouble for spying.

“I’m Gustafson,” the man said.

“I’m Maggie. That’s Jeff,” she replied, pointing to her brother.

“You two are dating, I’m assuming.”

“Yes, we are,” Maggie said before her brother could comment.

“Well, it was nice meeting you both. Enjoy the rest of your stay here.”

“Do we still have to leave?” Maggie asked.

“Yes, we’re working.”

“You know, I’m an art student in San Francisco. My goal is to work in the fashion industry. I’ve actually studied some photographic images from your company. And I’ve even used some for presentations.”

Gustafson gave a hearty laugh. “You know, I’m the founder of Buckel Fashion Works, don’t you?”

“Apparently not. I didn’t know that.”

“Well now you do.”

“It’s a huge honor to meet you. Really. But what’s a fashion company like yours doing filming a blowjob on the beach?”

“We’re not a porn company,” he said defensively. “We don’t distribute porn, and we never well. They’re newlyweds. And they’ve hired our best photographer for a romantic shoot. That’s all.”

“I’ve done some modeling work before. Do you think we can meet your photographer and look at your set-up? I’d love to see how you operate.”

“And why should I allow that?”

Maggie thought for a moment. “I think we can help each other. You see, I know a lot about modern techniques in regards to computer enhancements and so forth. I can help make those blowjob pictures even more gorgeous. And I can teach it to your crew. I’ve gotten high marks in the art academy.”

“What do you want in return? An internship in San Francisco?”

“That sounds good. I mean if you think I’m a good fit.”

Gustafson thought hard and gave a sharp stare. “Okay, that sounds like a fair deal. We’ll see what you can do. If you’ve got skills, then maybe we can collaborate. I’m always looking for new talent.”

A broad smile appeared on Maggie’s face.

***

The siblings were allowed to enter Gustafson’s villa. As it turned out, he was on a work-vacation. He enjoyed the beach view. And he also assisted some clients who wanted romantic pictures taken. In a way, helping couples was a chance for Gustafson to enhance his game and try new things. He was always looking for new ways to stay innovative.

Maggie and Jeff got to meet the young newlywed couple after they went back inside the villa. It was awkward for the siblings, given what they saw. But the couple didn’t seem embarrassed at all. They were proud of the explicit pictures they had taken.

Later, Maggie put a few touches on the photographs using the computer. She made the images look more appealing by enhancing certain colors and using nice shading. Everyone in the room seemed impressed by Maggie’s skills.

“Well done,” Gustafson said. “You did a nice job.”

“Thank you,” she smiled.

The newlyweds and photographer also complimented Maggie on the beautiful enhancements.

After a while, the newlywed couple left, and so did the photographer. It was a beautiful day and no one wanted to be stuck editing photographs any longer.

“I’ve got good news, and not-so-good news,” Gustafson said.

Maggie nodded. “Let’s hear it.”

“I’ve been texting with the manager of our San Francisco division, and we’ve just finished a new round of hiring. We’ve already got enough art people, probably from the same art academy that you currently attend.”

“Oh,” she replied with a sad voice.

“The good news is, I like you. You’ve got talent, and you’ve got moxie. You’re a pretty cool chick.”

“Thanks.”

“So how about a modeling gig?” he offered. “I think you look good. You’ve got a natural spark which many people find appealing. That is, of course, if you’re interested.”

“You bet!” she said with a sudden burst of energy. “I’ve done some modeling work for a part time job. So I know the drill.”

“Do you have a portfolio?”

“I do, but I didn’t bring it. I have some pictures on my phone. Professional slot oyna stuff that was shot in a studio. Hang on a sec.”

Maggie reached for her phone and searched through it. Then she showed a few pictures of herself to Gustafson, who examined it very carefully.

“Very nice. Cute face, nice body, and you’ve got a sassy attitude. Why don’t you come back tomorrow when the photographer is here? We’ll take some nice pictures of you and see where things go from there.”

“Sounds great.”

They all shook hands, and the siblings left.

***

“Can you believe that?” Maggie beamed while walking on the beach towards the family villa. “I mean, wow, I might actually have a chance to work for Buckel Fashion.”

“I can’t believe I actually saw all that stuff.”

She squinted at her brother. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“No,” he scoffed. “Of course not.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Jeff. You were like a zombie looking at those adult photos. A sex crazed college student sex-obsessed zombie. It was like there was nothing else on your mind. Admit it, you’re a virgin.”

He huffed, “So what if I am?”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. I think it’s great that you’re saving yourself for marriage.”

“It’s not that.”

“So you’re looking, but you’ve had no luck,” she replied.

“Basically.”

“You’re a handsome guy Jeff. And your personality ain’t bad. You’ll find someone soon enough.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

Day 2

After breakfast, the parents began to socialize with the other adults in the nearby villas. That gave Maggie the perfect excuse to leave and do her own thing. But of course, she had to take her brother with her. There was no way around that.

She had tied her hair in a nice ponytail, and she wore her best bikini, with a large white T-shirt over it.

The siblings walked alongside the shore again, towards Gustafson’s private villa.

“How come we can’t admit that I’m your brother?” Jeff asked. “It’s pretty unusual pretending to be your boyfriend.”

“I know, but I had to make a split-second decision. If he knew that you’re my brother, he might not have let us join. After all, they were taking sex pictures. Who would let a pair of siblings look at sex pics together? That’s just weird. So it’s better if he thinks that we’re dating instead.”

“That makes sense,” Jeff nodded.

“Plus Buckel Fashion Works are known for their sensual and sometimes erotic images. Gustafson might have been too creeped out to let a brother & sister look at any of his photos.”

“I can’t say I’d blame him. But like I said, it’s unusual pretending to be your boyfriend.”

Maggie stopped walking and looked at her brother seriously. There as a no-nonsense expression on her face.

“Listen, I really want to work for that company,” she said. “It’s my dream to work for them. I love their work. So please, don’t screw this up for me.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Good. And be forewarned, their pictures are edgy and artsy. Don’t be surprised by what you see.”

“We’ve already seen a lady suck her husband’s dick yesterday,” he replied.

“I know. But this is different. I want to become a model for them. Hopefully, that’ll lead to a designing job in the future. Remember, I’m desperate to work for them, okay? Don’t forget it.”

“Got it.”

***

The siblings met with Gustafson along with the Italian photographer (who didn’t speak a word of English) outside the villa. They had a brief conversation sitting around a table drinking lemonade. Maggie was asked about her goals and passions.

She explained that she had always been attracted to the world of fashion. She further explained that she was attracted to the artistry and freedom of that industry. She talked about all the different courses she had taken at the art academy, and which ones she excelled in.

“You sound like the type of person we’re looking for,” Gustafson said. “Now let’s begin the shoot. I’m sure your boyfriend will enjoy watching.”

“I’m sure he will.”

Maggie gave her brother a playful wink.

“Also, keep in mind that I don’t always make the final decision when it comes to hiring. I’ll send these pictures to San Francisco, and they’ll decide.”

“That sounds good,” Maggie smiled.

“Great. I’m sure they’ll love you. If not, they’ll find something else for you to do if there’s a future opening.”

“I really look forward to helping this company in any way possible.”

Gustafson nodded. “That’s the attitude I like. Now let’s get started.”

***

They all went to the beach together, right by the ocean waves.

Maggie had removed her T-shirt and modeled in her bikini. She struck different poses for the Italian photographer while Jeff and Gustafson just watched.

She was a natural at posing and modeling. There was a vibrancy about her. Her love-for-life attitude made her even more attractive than she already was.

Then, the Italian photographer spoke.

Gustafson translated, “The photographer says to remove your top.”

“What?” canlı casino siteleri Maggie asked with a shocked expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just that, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“You’re familiar with our type of work, aren’t you?” Gustafson asked.

“Yes, but…”

“Buckel Fashion Works is a growing brand because of our sexy and classy edge. I assumed you would understand what kind of shoot this is.”

“I do.”

“If this isn’t your thing, then…”

“It is!” Maggie proclaimed.

She reached back and untied her bikini. All the while, she gave her brother a subtle expression which said, ‘sorry about this. We’ll discuss this later.”

And then, she pulled her bikini top away and tossed it to the sand.

And her breasts were exposed.

They were small with an upturned perky shape.

She saw Jeff look extremely uncomfortable, but after a moment, he tried to control himself. Jeff didn’t want the others knowing that they were actually siblings.

For some reason, seeing her brother so flustered actually made Maggie kind of excited. Maybe it was because she was teasing a virgin. Or maybe it was the taboo. Whatever the case, she had a job to do. And she did it.

Her pert breasts had a bikini tan line. Her body had a slight tan, but her breasts were pale white, in the shape of white triangles on each chest. It was the first time her breasts had been exposed to the sun in a very long time. And she enjoyed it.

It was the first time anyone had ever taken pictures of her breasts, and she enjoyed that even more.

A slight breeze came and it made her pink nipples stiffen.

She struck different poses and the camera snapped away.

The moment gave her an exhilarating rush. Gustafson, the photographer, and her own brother were staring at her topless. Her pictures were being taken and she was on a beach with the hot sun on her tits.

The adrenaline only gave her more confidence and bravado. And that translated perfectly towards her modeling.

“You’re something special,” Gustafson said, almost transfixed by her beauty.

She smiled, “Thank you, sir. I feel great.”

The photographer spoke in Italian, and Gustafson listened attentively.

“He wants Jeff to remove his clothes and join you,” Gustafson said. “Let’s make this another couple shoot.”

Jeff immediately protested, and Maggie gave a diplomatic response stating why it shouldn’t happen.

Gustafson listened, and he tried to be understanding.

“Very well,” Gustafson said. “My photographer is a very passionate man. His specialty is eroticism, especially between couples. That’s his favorite.”

“Can we continue with this shoot?”

Gustafson spoke to the photographer in Italian.

“He says he’s done,” Gustafson said. “He doesn’t want to take any more pictures unless it’s a set for couples. I hope you understand, my photographer is a very stubborn man. However, he is the best in our company. A true artist.”

“So, should I put my top back on?”

“Yes, you’ve been amazing.”

Maggie quickly reached for her bikini and put it on. In some ways, it was a relief to be covered again. But in other ways, she had been enjoying the exhibitionist moment.

***

After the photographer had left, the siblings were alone with Gustafson. They were inside his villa and he had emailed the pictures to his team in San Francisco.

“I’ll text you later when I hear their opinions,” Gustafson said.

“How do you think I did?”

“You’re a natural. You’ve got spunk. There are many beautiful women in the world, but you’ve got something which can’t be taught. I really like you. And I think the rest of my team is going to like you also.”

“That’s so wonderful to hear,” Maggie smiled. “It’s been such an honor working with you, and your photographer.”

“Likewise. And I apologize if my photographer and I had offended you earlier. We should have given you notice about the couples pictures he wanted.”

“No worries.”

He nodded. “You two looked bewildered at the idea. Especially Jeff.”

“My boyfriend is a very shy person,” Maggie smiled again.

Jeff simply stood awkwardly with a stiff expression.

“That’s okay,” Gustafson said. “Being photographed is a lot harder than people imagine.”

Maggie pondered for a moment. “Just curious, but what would have happened if we had actually taken couples photographs together?”

“Well, those types of sexually explicit photos show raw emotion. Obviously, we don’t distribute any images like that in our advertisements or promotions. But we often use couples. So I think my team in San Francisco may have potentially looked more favorable towards you.”

“Really?”

“I believe so. San Francisco is a tough market. They need the very best and the bravest. If I recall, some of our recent modeling hires had submitted sexually explicit photos. It showed that they were fearless and open to anything. That type of confidence is very powerful.”

“Interesting.”

“You look like you’re having second thoughts,” Gustafson noted.

“Not exactly,” she replied. “But what if I was?”

“No big deal. The photographer can come back tomorrow and we can resume.”

“So we can still do the couples photographs tomorrow?”

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Textbooks, and assorted school supplies littered the dorm room as the three girls stretched and yawned during a well-earned study break. It was the last night before finals, and all three were in the midst of some pretty heavy cramming. Allison brought out her human sexuality text-book, much to the delight of Hillary and Caren, both of whom would rather listen to anything other than their boring lecture notes. The two friends sat around Allison crossed legged as she flipped though the chapter on sexual response.

“What does it say about the ‘G’ spot,” Hillary asked. “I’ve heard so much about his magic spot that is supposed to make you cum harder and longer than you’ve ever before.”

Allison checked the index of her textbook and looked under ‘g’. She wrinkled up her nose when she was unable to find an entry.

“I don’t know…there’s nothing in here under orgasm or masturbation,” she said, color rising in her cheeks. “I read something in Cosmo about it one time but it was too confusing, you know, like you’d have to be a gynecologist to ever find the stupid thing. I doubt that it’s real, anyway.”

Caren, who had been quietly taking notes up to this point, put down her notebook, took off her glasses and rubbed between her eyes. “Oh, it’s real, that’s for sure,” she said, with a cat-that-ate-the canary smile on her face. “My old boyfriend Brad found it last summer by accident and let me tell you, we had plenty of fun exploring.”

The other two girls focused their attention on Caren and giggled with nervous anticipation. Finally Hillary broke the ice. “Ok, I’ll bite. “What sort of fun did you have?”

“Oh my god, you won’t believe how incredible it feels when you finally hit your spot the right way. I have this little pocket sex manual that explains how to find it, and for the longest time, I spent hours with brad trying to locate the sucker. It’s really far up inside you, but it’s worth it, let me tell you.”

“I’ve never even heard about it,” Allison said. “Where is it?”

Caren though abut her response for a bit and then began fishing around in her purse. She found the little pocket-sized hard cover book and pulled it out. It was one of those little books filled with pictures of beautiful people engaged in every sexual position imaginable.

“Here, let me read this,” Caren said. “The Grafensberg spot, shortened to G spot in most text, is a small, spongy bit of tissue about the size of a quarter, located about the third the way up the inner wall of the vagina.”

“That really doesn’t help at all,” Hillary said. “How do you know when you’ve found it?”

“Hold, on, there’s more: ‘If the g-spot is simulated correctly, intensely pleasurable sensations will be felt though out the whole vagina and the area will swell and become rough to the touch. You will experience a total body experience as wave after wave of sexual sensations will be felt throughout the body.”

“That’s it, I’ve got to try this out,” Hillary said, already standing and popping open the buttons on her jeans. “Does it say the best way to reach it with your fingers?”

Caren stared at her friend as she pushed her jeans down around her ankles and stepped out of them. She was wearing lacy white cotton bikini panties and Caren was sure that she saw a wet spot forming between her legs. She snapped out her shock at Hillary’s apparent lack of inhibitions and looked back down at her little book. “Um, yeah, I guess it does.”

Allison sat up closer as Hillary sat down on the facing sofa, pulling her sorority sweatshirt down so her panties were modestly covered.

“Are you going to try and find it right here in front of us?!” Alison said, her eyes as wide as saucers and her faces so flushed, Caren thought she might faint.

“Oh, Ali, you really need to live a little,” Hillary stated bluntly. “So what if you guys watch? This is for a class you know, and besides, we’re all girls here anyway.”

Alison, who had constantly denied have ever having sex or touching herself ‘down there’ chewed on this for a moment and then seemed to be more curious than embarrassed. Both looked over at Caren with expectant looks on their faces.

“Ok,” Caren said, clearing her throat. “It says you’re supposed to make sure that you adequately aroused because you can’t find the spot unless the vagina is swollen. Hillary crossed and uncrossed her legs, casino siteleri saying that arousal wasn’t a problem. “You should spread you legs as wide as they feel comfortable and pull you knees up to your chest.”

Hillary spread her legs wide, revealing her white panties in their full glory (along with the growing wet spot) and pulled her heels up to her behind as if she were squatting in the woods.

“Ok, check,” she said, her face glowing. “Now what?”

“I think you’re going to have to take your underwear off for this,” Caren said, her breath coming heavy.

“Ok, now what?” Hillary asked, her slick vaginal folds shining in the light and her face flushed with obvious arousal and excitement.

“Well, it says you should relax, lean back against some pillows for support and insert two fingers into your vagina as far as they will go until you reach a barrier.”

Hillary did as instructed leaning back against the couch for support and then slowly running the index finger and the middle finger of her left hand over her sparse pubic triangle over her slick folds and probed for her entrance. When her fingers found her slippery hole, she let out an n audible gasp as her digits sank slowly into her vagina. She paused at her first knuckle, but then bore down on her hands until the entire length of her fingers disappeared into her hole. Allison looked on with a look of pure amazement as she watched her friend shamelessly finger herself.

“Mmm, ok, I’ve got my fingers in as far as they will go,” Hillary said, as she pressed her palm into her crotch and rubbed her slick sex.

“It says you should feel a protruding bit of flesh that is shaped like a peach. Hillary wiggled her finger deep inside and pushed her hand still deeper into her hole, her two fingers in past her third knuckles. To Allison, who had begun to fidget nervously in her chair, it looked like Hillary’s vagina was going to swallow up her whole hand.

“Mmmm…Ok, I can feel it, it feels like a couple of grapes.

“Good, that’s you cervix, Caren said, crossing her legs to hide her own growing excitement under her skirt. “Now pull your fingers out about a half inch and feel along the front wall of your vagina.”

Hillary, her face contorted in the pleasurable sensations shooting out of her groin, pulled her fingers out slightly, a squishy wet sound could be heard by both girls.

“It says to hook your fingers out toward your pubic hair and make a ‘come her gesture’. Good. Do you feel a rough patch of skin that swells when you touch it?

“I… don’t… mmm… I guess so when I press against it, to feels like I have to pee.”

“It says that feeling of having to go to the bathroom will subside with further stimulation. It should feel different as you stroke the spot, growing and swelling under your touch.

Hillary pushed her fingers deeper and her breath began to come in ragged gasps. Allison was blushing so hard, it looked like her face would burst as she pressed her behind deep into the chair she was sitting in and pressed her thighs together. Her finger came up to her parted lips and she bit her fingertip as her friend masturbated before her.

Hillary was lost in her own world of self-pleasuring. Her other hand crept up under her sorority sweater and was kneading her full breasts through her bra, tweaking her rock hard nipples. She was now urgently finger fucking her hole, filling the room with her slick sexual noises, along with her moans and gasps. Caren could see a trickle of lubricating juices ooze out of her vagina and stream down between her butt cheeks. As her passion, grew, Hillary seemed to abandon trying to stimulate her g-spot, instead, her fingers slipped out of her vagina and began rapidly rubbing her swollen clitoris, now sticking out like a pencil eraser. As her hands danced at her glistening sex a mile a minute, her other reached under her bra and began kneading her breast b under her sweater.

Caren realized that Hillary was no longer following her instructions, but had lapsed into her obvious rhythm of masturbation. Hillary clamped her eyes shut, gritted her teeth and began to buck her hips against her hand.

“Wait, em, you’re not even touching your spot.”

Allison, now very into the show she was watching, shot her hand up and put her finger to her lips. “Shhh…let her be.”

At that moment, slot oyna Hillary went over the edge, her finger flying at her clit. Her eyes popped open and her entire body went rigid as her orgasm swept through her. “Oh god… I’mmm going to…” was all that escaped her lips as she bucked hard against her hand and slumped down onto the couch, waves of pleasure flowing through her body.

Caren and Allison shot looks at each other and giggled before turning their gaze to their panting, sweaty friend on the couch. Hillary lay back with her right hand still between her legs, her whole hand glistening with lubrication. Her sweatshirt was now a loose confusion around her neck while her bra, still fastened in the back, was pulled up on one side to reveal her full white breast. Her chest heaved and she definitely had the cat that ate the canary look on her faces as her breathing returned to normal.

“That was quite a show,” Caren said, her own breathing coming rather heavy. “But you were not stimulating your g-spot at all to wards the end. If you get yourself off like normal, you’ll never know hat a g-spot orgasm feels like.”

“I… whew…I guess I just got too turned there to keep at it. Besides, I just got entirely too wet and slippery inside to keep pressure on that one area. Gawd, I feel like I was going to wet myself,” she gasped, looking down at the wetness under her bare bottom on the couch as she threw her sweater on the floor and pulled her bra back down over her exposed breast. It felt great, pushing against the spot, Hillary said, pointing to an area just above her pubic hair, but I just couldn’t keep it in reach, like it was pulling away from my fingers. I was building up to something pretty huge until I gave up. Enjoying yourself, Ali?”

Unconsciously, Allison was pressing her fingers into her own crotch, kneading the flesh between her legs. She yelped at being caught with her hands in the cookie jar and pulled her hand away in embarrassment.

“It says here that that a lot of women have trouble achieving the g-spot orgasm because their spot is too far back along the vaginal wall and their fingers wont reach,” Caren said, crossing and uncrossing her legs to try to ease the ache growing there. “It says there are other positions to try for better access.”

“What other positions? It feels like there’s a fire inside me, like an itch I just can’t scratch.”

“Ok, there’s a diagram her…just follow what I say. Go over to the bed and get on you hands and knees.”

Hilary got up, stretched and padded across the room to the bed. She stretched like a cat and reached back to unfasten her bra. Allison’s moth dropped as she saw her friend naked and sweating before her, but her eyes never strayed from the bit of swollen slick bit of flesh between her legs. Hillary assumed the position with her legs spread apart and her bottom pointing right at Allison. Ali couldn’t believe the sight of her friend’s gaping vagina yawning open before her as a droplet of juice dripped onto the bed sheet. Hillary looked back at her and winked, her heavy breasts swaying as she did so.

“Ok,” Caren said turning the page of the little pocket book. “You need to lean forward so that your shoulders are resting on the mattress and kinda hunch yourself forward so that your kne3ees are as far up toward your chest as possible. It says you can use a pillow for support under your tummy.

Hillary situated herself with a huge throw pillow under her torso and her shoulders pressed against the bed. With her knees pent upward under her, her bottom raised straight up in the air. She spread her legs, giving Allison a direct view right down her vagina as it spread open.

“Uh oh, it says you need a vibrator or dildo to really make this work.”

“There’s got to be something around her we can use,” Hillary said, swaying her ass in the air and grinding her pussy into the pillow.

Caren searched around the room, looking for anything phallus shaped that would do the trick. “A pen? A comb? No those won’t work… How about…”

“Won’t this work?” Allison said, pulling a long white candle out of a nearby candlestick.

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” Caren said, taking the candle out of Allison’s hand and passing it to Hillary on the bed. She went to the bedside table and pulled open a drawer, producing a tube of KY jelly. Hillary took the jelly and canlı casino siteleri spread it all over the base of the candle, the thick part around the base until it was shiny and wet. She hunched forward and rubbed the candle against her swollen lips, gasping at the feel of the cool wax against her hot flesh.

Caren returned back to her chair and while the other two girl were focused on their makeshift dildo, she reached under her skirt and quickly pulled her panties off in one motion, tossing them into a damp pile on the hard wood floor.

“Now, insert the candle deep into your vagina, aiming for your belly button.”

Hillary ran the dildo against her dripping sit and pressed forward, trying to push it into her gaping opening, but couldn’t quite get the right angle to push it in, being all bent over and such. She almost pushed it into her asshole before the slippery wax squirted out of her hand and onto the bedspread.

“Shit, I can’t get it in this position.”

She started to push herself up, but before she could, Allison sprang forward and grabbed the sticky candle in her hands. Wordlessly, she placed the fat end into her friend and slowly, slowly pushed it forward. The candle slid into Hillary like a hot knife into butter and she wriggle and gasped with every inch she too in.

“Ali, push it forward until you can’t any more. Good now ease it out a bit and press it against the front wall of her vagina.”

With a smile on her face, Allison pushed the candle down toward the mattress, and Hillary cried out in pleasure. “Oh my god, that’s it… ohhh… ohh… pull it towards you a little… ummmmm… there right there… oh god yesss… right there.”

“Hold it steady and just push it against her g-spot,” Caren said, slouching down in her chair and hiking her skirt up around her hips. She had never felt herself this turned on, watching her prude friend stimulating Hillary’s g-spot. Caren began rubbing her own pussy in slow circular movements. Hillary’s whole body began shaking as Alison pushed the candle in another half inch. Hillary’s ass shivered and she grabbed the sheets with both hands for deer life and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She started grunting and moaning, deep guttural sounds as the fire between her legs raged out of control. Caren now was rubbing her slick pussy lips with her right hand and tweaking her hard nipple with her other through her blouse. She watched as Allison wiggled the candle up against Hillary’s g-spot while Hillary’s entire body went rigid and sweat pour down her flushed face, now pressed firmly into the bed sheet. Allison’s hand was now in contact with Hillary’s gushing pussy lip, and it looked to Caren that she might slip her whole hand into Hillary’s frothing hole. The erotic scene unfolding before her was almost too much to stand as Caren spread thee wetness all around her hard clitoris and began falling into the same rhythm she’d been using since she was a little girl, her fingers rubbing her clit and slit in fast figure 8.s

Allison, too, was caught up in the moment, as her free hand was also between her legs, pressing deeply into the crotch of her jeans and panting almost as heavily as Hillary who’s body began to convulse in the most explosive orgasm of her life. Caren fought to keep her eyes open as Hillary let out a cry that was halfway between a sob and a shriek. Caren’s wet fingers danced across her pussy as she felt her own orgasm rise up and wash over her. Hillary collapsed onto her side in a sweaty heap as Allison finally let go of the candle and stepped away from her writhing friend, who was moaning like a wounded puppy. Allison turned just in time to see Caren bit her lip and cum all over her fingers in beautiful orgasmic bliss.

The room was quite for about five minutes as all three girls recovered from the sexual buzz. The temperature in the room seemed to rise and the fetid smell of sex hung in the air as Hillary reached back and swiftly pulled the shiny candle out of her vagina, sending another contracting throughout her body. Allison sat in her chair, looking extremely agitated, biting her lips to keep from plunging both hands into her dripping panties. Hillary stood up and stretched, wrapping the sheets around her sweaty naked body and excused herself to the bathroom for a well-earned shower. Caren smoothed her skirt back down over her hips and smiled at Allison, who squeezed her legs together like a bitch in heat.

“I think it’s time that you release a little of that frustration, Ali, “Caren said, her smile spreading. “Why don’t you take off this jeans?”

To Be Continued…

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I have had literally hundreds of fantasies in my lifetime and I am only in my twenties. Some of my fantasies are simple and to the point. Some are very detailed and would take hours of preparatory writing just so the reader would remotely understand the point. Most of my fantasies deal with the same topics. These topics are usually incestuous and always include in some relation, panties. This story starts being true. I am sure you will be able to tell when the story shifts from the what really went on to fantasy. Enjoy.

When I was about 18 I realized my love of panties. I would always look through the panty drawers of who ever I could. This included my mother, my sisters and just about any other female whose bedroom I came across. I even remember ounce while at a good friends house I looked through his mother lingerie drawer.

This story though, begins when my aunt went away on vacation. My dad and I decided that it would be really relaxing to go and house sit for her since she lived in the country and had a beach front property. When we arrived, my dad went out on the deck to read a book and I went up to my aunts bedroom. I opened the top drawer of her wooden dresser and saw a pretty pathetic collection of lingerie. After sorting through several pairs of old cotton panties I decided to direct my attention to the assortment of bras that were arranged in the right end of the drawer. I picked out a silk bra and held it out to admire the large size of the cups. I threw the bra on the bed and resumed my search for something more interesting.

My hand first hit a plastic grocery bag and then the tubular shape of some unknown object. Before I could even ask myself what the object was it hit me. I had found my aunts vibrator. I quickly pulled the bag out and closed the drawer. I then called out the window to my dad that I was going to take an afternoon snooze, and retired to my guest-room.

I could barely contain my excitement as I pulled out the white vibrator. I knew my aunt must have used it lately since there was still a condom on it. I put the tip of the vibrator to my noise and took a deep sniff. The musky smell of pussy filled my brain.

That weekend I sniffed and sucked on the vibrator every night while I jerked off. By the time we had to leave I had nearly worn the batteries out on the thing. I replaced it back in the drawer Sunday afternoon right before we left.

About casino siteleri a year later I finally got the chance to sneak the vibrator from my Aunts top drawer. Once again she had gone away and my dad and a few other family members including my step mom were house sitting for her. The first thing I did when I got to the house was head up stairs and grab the Vibrator. By this time in my life I had begun experimenting with anal penetration and I couldn’t wait to put the vibrator up my anus. I went into the bathroom and using shaving cream as lubrication I managed to get the vibrator almost completely into my ass. Unfortunately the combination of me going to fast and not using a proper lubricant made my anus burn and I quickly discharged the vibrator. I didn’t attempt using the vibrator for anything other then sucking on for the rest of that trip.

Before long it was time to go for what I thought would be another year. I was very happy when I learned about a week later that my aunt had invited us all down over night for a barbecue. The night of the barbecue was about a week away and I spent most of that time jerking off dreaming about putting the vibrator up my anus.

The night of the barbecue I faked a stomach ache and headed up to my aunts room. I found the vibrator right where I had left it and to my pleasure I also found a tube of KY jelly in the plastic bag. I went into the bathroom and began to smear the KY jelly all over the vibrator. I then smeared a small amount all over my anus. A few seconds later the buzzing vibrator was 4 inches up my anus and I was jerking off like mad. My legs felt weak from the pleasure I was experiencing. I was just about to cum when I heard someone knocking on the door. I quickly pulled the vibrator from my anus and frantically tried to turn it off before I answered. The Vibrator was very slippery from the KY jelly and in my attempts to quite it’s endless buzzing I dropped it on the floor. The knocking persisted as the vibrator began to make furious noise as it rattled around the floor freely.

“Are you OK in there your father said you were sick?” the familiar voice of my aunt asked.

“I am fine I was just ah using the bathroom,” I finally managed to answer just as I got the run away vibrator under control.

Just then my aunt burst into the room and slammed the door behind her. I stood in front of my aunt wearing absolutely nothing slot oyna with a fully lubricated sex toy in my hand and the biggest erection I think I had ever had. She made a motion like to be quite by putting her finger across her lips and slowly began to shed her clothing. The initial shock of being caught masturbating in such horrible circumstances still hadn’t worn off so I hardly noticed that my aunt now stood before me wearing only a silk bra and a pair of flimsy cotton pants. When I finally “came to” my aunt was standing about a foot away from my pinching her nipples through her bra with one hand and rubbing her crotch underneath her panties with the other hand.

“Come on we, haven’t got long,” she said while motioning for the vibrator.

I handed it to her but she nudged it away and said, “no you use it.”

I turned around and began to probe my anus once again with the now silent toy.

“No, I mean you use it on me,” my aunt explained.

I sheepishly pulled the toy from my ass and turned the knob to the highest setting of vibrate. My aunt then sat on the edge of the tub and pulled her now soaked panties to one side of her un-shaven pussy. I got on my hands and knees and began exploring my aunts pussy. I carefully maneuvered the toy in between the swollen lips of her pussy until I felt the tip of the vibrator begin to sink into her dripping hole. I pushed the vibrator in as far as I could until only a fraction of an inch was still above surface.

“That isn’t any go-,” my aunt tried to say but before she could finish I dove my face into her crotch and put pressure on her clit with my tongue.

She let out a moan that I thought was loud enough to get us busted by the 15 or so relatives that mingled just one floor below us. I continued licking my aunts clit and the vibrator still sat and engulfed in her pink hole. I then lowered my attention to her puckered anus. I felt around to my own anus and removed some lubrication with my finger that I then used to probe her little rose. She continues to moan heavily throughout this entire ordeal.

Her moan alone could have made me cum. It was deep and throaty and I could tell that it was a true moan of a woman who was being pleasured in the most intense way possible. Realizing how long it had been since I came upstairs and assuming people downstairs would probably begin looking for me and my aunt I decided to end the canlı casino siteleri sexual flurry. I pulled the vibrator out from my aunts hole and pushed it into her anus. I then licked her pussy from were the vibrator now resided all the way up her hairy mound. I then settled back on the clit and began licking it quickly and carefully. I could feel my aunts entire body tense up and I saw the vibrator literally get squeezed out of her now enflamed anus.

Her body shook and quivered until what seemed like gallons of thick white cum began to poor out of her pussy and drip down the side of the bath tube. I cupped the sweet juice in my hand and began drinking it as though it were spring water pouring from a little river. Her thrusting continued for at least 5 minutes until she seemed to almost pass out.

A couple seconds later she “awoke” and began thanking me for the work I had done. She then insisted that she return the favor. I pleaded with her to do it another time since I was terrified we would be caught. She wouldn’t listen and bent down until she was eye level with my now rock hard cock. She began to lick the very tip of my cock. My pre cum had started running down the sides of my dick by now and she followed the drips with her tongue. Being only 18 at the time and more importantly having sat through the last 10 minutes of events without already reaching orgasm I came quite quickly.

“I am going to cum,” I spit out between grunts.

Before I could cum my aunt leaned away from my dick and slid her still sopping wet pussy forward. She then jerked me off until I had cum all over he crotch. She then rubbed my cum into her swollen hole and all down her anus. She licked the palm of the her hand as though it were a lollipop. She then rubbed our mixed juices until her hand was once again coated in the thick white mixture. She rubbed the mix all over her tits and continued to periodically lick her hands clean.

I began to lick the cum mixture off her chest and eventually off her pussy until she finally clued into how probable it was that we were going to get caught. We both dressed in a frantic fit. My aunt took her cotton panties which were literally dripping with both her cum and mine and wrapped them in a small bag which was under the sink.

“Take these for later. I imagine they will make your evening fun,” with that she handed the bag to me, kissed me on the lips and returned to her guests as if nothing had happened. The kiss left my mouth with the sweet taste of our cum mixture and I walked with great satisfaction down the stairs to join the rest of my family for the barbecue.

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Bourbon Street was hopping that night – loud music, strippers, beer and hurricanes, all of which I consumed with abandon. I remember little about what happened later that evening, but my buddies told me later that I was shaking hands with total strangers in Pat O’Brien’s men’s room, so they decided it was time to go. I remembered fighting off one of them trying to feel me up, but they were just trying to get my car keys. The last thing I saw was my car door opening.

The next thing I recall is my head falling down, but instead of hitting something hard it felt soft and cool. I realized then that I was lying in my bed. My eyes didn’t work, and apparently neither did my body. I tried to move but I couldn’t. At first I thought that I was paralyzed, but then I could feel someone pulling off my shoes and socks. I felt like a rag doll as my shirt was being pulled over my head. I tried to say something, but all I could do was mumble. I heard him cursing me and saying “you’re stinking drunk, man, sleep it off.”

Next he undid my jeans and struggled to get them off. Finally I felt the sheets being pulled up on my back. I heard my door latch click, and all was silent. He had left the small lamp on my desk turned on and through my hazy eyes the room appeared to be bathed in orange. Everything was fuzzy and out of focus. Then the room started swirling, and I passed out.

I have no idea how long I had been sleeping or if I was sleeping at all. I can recall lying on my stomach, my face buried in the pillow. I was trying like hell to come to my senses but then remembered again that I was drunk. My mind started reeling again, and I dared not open my eyes for fear of being sick.

Then I felt something. At first I thought I was imagining things or dreaming, but no, it was real. I felt a hand on my butt. It definitely was a hand rubbing my butt. I tried with all my might to rise up or turn over. No dice. I was out. My body didn’t want to listen to orders. Again, I thought I was paralyzed, but I could feel that hand. Now it was two hands rubbing my cheeks.

Shit, what was going on here? Am I dreaming? No way, I can really feel these things. I could recall my exam on Friday. I can remember volunteering to drive everyone to New Orleans. I must be awake. But what’s happening to me?

I felt cool air, and then I realized that my sheet was gone. But my mind kept returning to those hands running over my backside. Then I felt them grip my jockey shorts by the waistband and pull them down. Oh no! What am I going to do now? I’ve got to get up and stop this! I want to scream but nothing doing. I can’t do a damn thing.

My underwear is gone. There are the hands again rubbing my naked butt. One slips lower and lower into my crack. Finally he’s touching my sac. It begins to tickle a bit, but the rubbing becomes a gentle squeeze. He grabs my right leg and moves it toward the wall causing my legs to spread apart. Again he caresses my balls. I’m waiting for him to go further. My dick! My mind screams at me, protect my dick! How? I’m wondering if I have a boner. Please don’t let me have a boner. I’m hard as a rock.

He reaches up underneath me and rubs my dick with his hand. He slides his hand between me and the bed slowly and deliberately. Damn, that feels good. I can’t believe that I’m getting off on this – a stranger in my room rubbing my dick and I can’t do a damn thing about it. He continues rubbing for a little while. I hear myself moan. Then I hear him whisper, “That’s it, c’mon. Uh hum, c’mon.” I can’t recognize his voice from the whisper; hell, I can barely hear him.

Finally, he grabs my rod and slowly moves it downward between my legs. He continues rubbing the underside with a couple of fingers. His other hand is still on my ass. Then I feel something else on my butt. It’s rough like sandpaper. What the hell is that? Goddam, he’s rubbing his face on my ass! Then I feel him lick me. First he licks on one cheek, then the other. He continues licking and at the same time still rubbing my dick. I’m going wild and feel myself bucking inside. I know I’m not moving, but I sure think I am. Then he starts to lick inside my crack. Nuh uh, I don’t want this. But I can’t stop it. I can’t believe he’s doing this. He licks me from the base of my balls to the top of my butt crack.

He keeps this up for a while then everything stops. I can hear movement but have no earthly idea what’s going on. Maybe the asshole got his rocks off and went back to bed. Hell, it could be morning already. I have no idea what time it is.

With a shock I feel his hands at my right leg. He moves it away from the wall and closes my legs together. Well, he must be finished. I wait for the sheet to be pulled back up, but I’m surprised to feel his hands at my side. He grabs me by my shoulder and thigh and forcibly pushes on me. What’s going on? What’s he trying to do?

He does it. He has turned me over in my bed so that I’m lying on my back. I’m completely naked and showing him everything I’ve casino siteleri got. I want to open my eyes so bad but I can’t even manage to do that. I want to see who my attacker is, but I just don’t have the strength. All of my power seems to be focused between my legs.

I can hear him whisper again, “Oooh, what a cock. You’ve got a beautiful dick, man. Mmmm, look how big and long.” Then I feel him gently caress it with one hand and point it straight up.

“It doesn’t look like you’re cut, man. I like that.” he whispers again. Then I feel him slowly stroke my shaft. Up and down. Up and down. My mind is wild. I feel assaulted, but at the same time it feels fantastic!

I then decide to let myself go. I’ve resigned myself to the pleasure; there’s nothing I can do anyway. He’s in complete control. And it just feels so damn good. He’s jacking me off real smoothly. I know I’m bucking now.

Then I feel his other hand taking my wrist and bringing it up to my chest. I don’t know what he has in mind, but I soon find out. He takes my hand and brings it over to him, to his crotch. He makes my hand rub beneath his balls. I feel his sack on the back of my hand. He turns my hand over to touch his balls with my palm. He releases my dick and I feel a little dejected. But then he uses both hands to curl my fingers around his dick. I can’t believe that I’m holding another guy’s dick in my hand. Then he starts to pump back and forth. Finally I hold on with my own strength knowing that if I took some initiative he might let go of my hand and put it back on my dick. He does. I slowly pump him, somewhat erratically. And he’s giving me an expert hand job.

I feel like I’m going to cum any minute now. But I then feel him move, my hand falls away. I don’t have the strength to hold him while he moves. He’s still jacking me off, but he’s moving somewhere. I felt something touch my lips, and I knew it wasn’t his finger, either. My eyes popped open, but I immediately shut them tight as my lips parted and accepted his hard dick into my mouth. Never having had to suck a cock before I had no idea what I was being asked to do. I felt the head of his dick hit the roof of my palette. It was sloppy, I couldn’t manage to close my mouth around it because of the angle, and I’m sure I was drooling around it. But he wasn’t complaining. I felt him go in and out. I tried to suck a little, at least wrap my tongue around it. I can’t recall exactly what I was doing, but he was moaning and groaning. I had a fear that he was going to cum in my mouth. I don’t think I could handle that, and I knew that I would puke. But there was little I could do it stop it.

Then he stopped humping my mouth. I felt him move and his dick almost slipped out of my mouth. He pushed himself forward a bit to keep himself inside. Then I felt something warm and moist on my own cock. He was tonguing me! Damn, that felt good, so warm, so comfortable. Then he closed his lips around my dickhead. He popped out of my mouth, but it seems he didn’t care. I felt him pump on my on rod, his head bobbing up and down. Oh shit, I couldn’t take much of this. I know he couldn’t get all of me in his mouth so he just stayed sucking on the head, kind of popping it in and out of his lips. I felt my sac tightening and my dick starting to jerk. Then he started humming; the vibrations were terrific but that was it. I felt it surging from deep within me then bam! I started shooting, the semen was flowing like water. He kept sucking away. The feeling was awesome! When I was finished I felt him lick me. I jerked when he hit the sensitive spot on my glans. He was very gentle.

Then I felt him stand up. He grabbed my hand again and placed it around his cock. He started to masturbate using my hand. I tried to pump him and could just barely manage. It didn’t take long before I felt him shudder. Then I felt something warm on my chest. He had just shot off all over me. It hit my chin and neck and even my right arm. He moaned and then released my hand.

All was quiet for a few minutes. Then I heard some movement and felt a warm cloth against my chest. He was wiping his cum off of me. He was so tender. When he was finished I felt him kiss me on my lips. That was the last thing I remembered.

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I didn’t wake up until mid-afternoon the next day. My head felt like an anvil and the sunlight was the mallet striking it. My sight was fuzzy at best. I sat up slowly then realized that I was in my underwear. I never sleep in my drawers, I thought. Then images started coming back. It was a blur. Then I thought about the fantastic dream I had. How real it seemed. I felt my briefs to see if I had dried cum. Nope, nothing. I thought for sure I had just experienced the strangest wet dream I ever had. I made my way to my feet and staggered over to my chair. I sat down and immediately got a surprise, something cold laid across the back. I reached back a picked up a washcloth. The smell of spent sex was potent on the wet cloth. Oh God, it wasn’t a slot oyna dream.

For the rest of the day my mind was preoccupied trying to determine who the intruder was in my room the night before. Was it a friend or a complete stranger? Everyone I saw that afternoon was suspect. My mind operated like it never had before. Every time I passed a guy in the hall I thought about him sucking my dick. What were my feelings toward him? Would I like him to do it again? That last was the most important question. There was no doubt that I enjoyed what happened, but would I want to do it again? Hoo boy, that’s a toughie.

At dinner I sat with a couple of buddies. I ate quietly while they talked basketball. All the time I kept trying to figure out how to bring up the subject. Man, I don’t want them to think I’m a queer. But I gotta know who is. Who did this to me? What are they thinking about me? I look for a hint, a clue in their eyes. Nothing.

The rest of the week was a tough one for me. I tried to concentrate on studies, no dice. Homework was useless. Every time I went in my room I kept thinking about what happened in that bed. Would it happen again? How could I make it happen again? Did I just say that? Yes, I really wanted it to happen again.

Friday night was a swimming party for the dorm. It always turned into a beer bust and everybody got thrown into the pool. This one was no different. I went and drank my fill, being real careful not to overdo it. I didn’t want to get snockered like last week. Shit, this was the weirdest pool party I ever went to. It was always a male-only gathering, but this time I was checking out all of the guys there, gauging the bulges in their suits.

Finally I decided I had enough. I was going crazy out there and told my friends that I was turning in. They said they had enough, too. So we all walked back to the dorm. We joked and snapped towels at one another. Bryan said he had a date later on that evening and he was sure he was going to get some. He grabbed his crotch when he said that and the bulging meat underneath his suit made my heart jump. I couldn’t believe I did that.

A couple of guys broke off to go in their rooms and the rest of us continued down the hall. Quentin asked if I had a spare light bulb for his lamp. I said sure, but I’d have to dig for it. We went into my room and told the rest of the gang good night. I threw my towel on the chair and told Q to have a seat; I’d have to move some boxes to find my bulbs. He remained standing.

I was mumbling to him while searching but he kept quiet. Finally he managed to stumble out, “Jim, I gotta tell you something.”

“Go ahead, Q boy. I think I they’re in this box,” I muttered back over my shoulder.

“No, you gotta look at me. It’s serious.”

I stopped and closed the box and sat on top of it. “What is it, Quentin? What’s going on? You OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Well, no… I’m not. Well, I’m… Look, I gotta tell you. I jacked you off the other night.”

He just blurted it right out. My heart sank or rose or did something, I don’t what. But I felt my face burning red, and my stomach felt hollow.

Quentin! He was the one. I would have never suspected. He didn’t look gay. He was just a nice looking fellow. Kind of small, not really skinny, but not built – just an all-around friendly type of guy. But not a queer.

“Q, what in the hell are you talking about?” I tried to just throw the whole thing away making him think that I remembered nothing, but knowing that he wouldn’t let it rest.

“The other night when we went into the city and you got blasted. I put you to bed because everyone else was going to let you sleep in the car. Well, we had gone to that nude place and watched the girls dance for so long. You were sleeping on the table, man, but I got horny as hell watching those girls. Shit, I just had to have sex with somebody. Well, when I brought you in here I took off your pants and shirt to make you comfortable. When I laid you down you were hard as a rock, Man. Your dick was almost sticking out of your shorts. I was hard, too. I went back to my room to jack off. I just had to get my rocks off. But I kept thinking about seeing your hard dick through your underwear. That’s when I decided to go back to your room and jack you off. I’m not a queer, man, you gotta believe me. I just wanted sex. You know?”

I kinda knew. But I also knew it felt good and I wanted it again.

“Are you OK, Q? I mean, it’s OK, I understand. No one was hurt and I don’t remember it. I’m OK with it. But you can talk about it if you want to.”

“You sure? I mean, you’re OK with it?”

“Sure, hell, I wish I remember what it felt like if it was good.”

“Well, it felt good to me, that’s for sure. Damn, look I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you got one big dick. I didn’t know you were built like that.”

I started to turn red. I didn’t think it would bother me to have someone compliment me on my manhood. But hearing a guy canlı casino siteleri talk about my dick, well, it was just unexpected. But I was flattered.

“Thanks,” I stammered. “I never really, uh, thought that I was bigger than normal…”

“And you’re not circumcised either. I’ve never seen a hard, uncut dick before. I was really surprised when I saw that.”

“Yeah, well, there’s not a lot of uncut guys. I mean, not that I know for sure, but in the locker rooms and stuff, I just…” I was losing it. I did really know what to say I was kind of uncomfortable talking about this. Quentin obviously was not.

“Would you show it to me again? I mean, if you don’t mind. If it bothers you that’s OK, you don’t have to. I just, well, it was kinda dark in here and I didn’t really get a good look, aw, you know. I… look, you don’t have to. I promise I won’t touch it.”

I was reeling again. Here was a fella that wanted me to show him my cock. And I really wanted to, that was the kicker. I didn’t mind slipping my pecker out of my pants, but I just didn’t want him to think I was queer or anything. But, hey, he was asking me! So, is Quentin gay then? I didn’t know what to think, so I hesitated.

“Uh, no, I don’t mind. It’s just that…. ”

“Oh, you want me to show you mine, huh? Yeah, OK, no problem.” Quentin reached back and turned the bolt on the door. I reached inside my swim trunks and began to untie the string. He was wearing some old warm up pants and sandals. I could see his erection outlined in his pants. He probably wasn’t wearing anything beneath them.

He watched me fumble with my strings then he said, “You’re probably hard as a rock, huh? Me, too. Man, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Neither could I. He was right, though. My dick was so hard that if I didn’t jack off real soon I was gonna be seriously hurt. I still couldn’t get the wet strings untied so I just reached underneath inside one of the legs and grabbed a hold of my hard-on and popped it out. It stood out straight and proud, the head wet and glistening.

“Good God, Jimbo, it’s bigger than it was the other night. Damn, that’s a nightstick. Shit, man, you could really hurt somebody with that.”

Every time he talked about it my dick would jerk. I was going to go off any second, I could just feel the cum well up in my balls. And I wasn’t even touching my dick.

“Go ahead and pull your trunks down, Jim. I wanna see your hair and balls, too. OK?”

“Yeah, well, I’m trying but…”

“Oh, yeah, you wanna see mine, too. OK.” And he grabbed his sweats by the waistband and pulled down to his knees. His arm was in the way, but I saw his dick pop up in the shadow. We he stood upright there was his proud manhood poking out over 7 inches, and pretty thick, too. This was the first time I had ever seen another erect adult cock in real life. I knew mine was big but his seemed huge to me.

“Damn, Q, you got a nice one, too. It’s real thick, man. And your head is big!”

“You really think so. I mean, it’s not as big as yours…”

“You think? I dunno… do you jack off a lot?”

Quentin looked a little embarrassed, “Yeah, pretty much. I just gotta unload sometimes.”

“I know whatcha mean, man. Sometimes my balls can’t take it, like right now. I don’t know why, but I’m about to blow my wad right here.”

“Me too, guy. Go ahead, though. Do whatcha gotta do. But pull your trunks down, OK? I just wanna see your balls. OK?”

I finally got the strings undone and managed to pull my trunks over my rock-hard manhood. I pulled them to right below my balls and lifted my dick so he could see.

“Aw, go ahead and pull them all the way down. Yeah, go ahead a take them off. I mean, you gotta get outa them wet things anyway.”

I couldn’t defy his logic so without thinking I dropped them to the floor and kicked them off. I was completely naked in front of a guy. I couldn’t believe it. And I was ready to explode any second now.

“Goddam, man. That is a whopper,” Quentin crouched and looked up under my legs. “Look, man, I know I promised not to touch, but you know I ain’t gonna do anything funny anymore. Can I just hold it. I won’t jerk it or anything. I’ll let you touch mine, too… but only if you want to.”

Hell, yeah, I wanted to. And I wanted him to touch me as well, and to jerk me. Shit, he could’ve done anything he wanted to with me. I didn’t care, I just wanted to get off. Real bad. So bad that I would probably suck him off if he wanted me to. Or even more.

“Yeah, you can go ahead and touch it,” I said. My dick jerked nervously awaiting the feel of his hand. I was scared that I would shoot off all over him. I bent my knees and spread my legs a little, kinda poking my dick out for him. His touch was so gentle, but so warm, and it felt so damn good! He slowly encircled my shaft. I closed my eyes and just melted away. I opened them and looked at Quentin. His eyes were trained on my staff. I looked down between his legs, reached out and gently grasped his quivering dick. This was the first time I had consciously touched a man’s penis, hard or otherwise. It felt quite firm yet soft at the same time. He let out a moan and I did too.

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