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“Oh, come on, Barry. Come with me. You’ll have a ball!”

I just glared at my friend, Ronald. True, it had been awhile since the accident but my arm was still in a cast and my face was still riddled with the livid bruises, visual reminders of the horror I’d suffered through. The horror that still haunted my dreams. The piercing screech of tires, the bright smash of breaking glass, the brutal crunch of metal against metal. The face of the passenger in the other car, her eyes wide with fear, facing death. The driver already dead of a heart attack. I closed my eyes and swallowed past the lump in my throat.

“I don’t know, Ron. I think I’ll sit this one out.”

“The fuck you will!” I’ve known Ronald Handley for three years now. He was a neighbor and became my roommate and has been the best friend I’ve ever had. He helped the nurses care for me during my prolonged convalescence and never let me drown in the depths of depression when I had to suffer through multiple knee surgeries and the requisite therapy. But I was surprised to see this side of him, especially towards me. He had always been my little ‘junkyard dog’ but he was a bull mastiff, in full anger mode.

“Ron… “

“No! I’m tired of seeing you sitting around here all day!” He came to the side of my chair, his green eyes imploring. “You’ve lived through a terrible thing but you can’t sit around the rest of your life!”

I sighed, knowing he was right. “But I just don’t feel like it.”

“I know you don’t, love.” He patted my left hand, the unharmed, unscarred one. “But you have to try.”

I didn’t want to try. I wanted to do anything but try. Trying meant that I’d have to start all over. I had no girlfriend and the long scar that nearly sliced my face into halves would make sure that that never happened. Why the hell should I even bother? But then I looked at Ron, my friend, my true friend, who had promised that he would take care of me to the end of time. He wouldn’t let me down.

“Okay, you bitch.” I laughed at his puppy dog eyes. “I’ll go.”

* * * * *

The event was called Beauty Night, a festivity usually held in reserve for make-up-starved women but since the advent of Queer Eye For The Straight Guy, someone had come up with the brilliant idea to adapt it for us gents. Tonight, Ron’s lover, Danny, was hosting the soirée and had secured a representative from Gillette to bring by a host of masculine products. Plus, there was a make-up artist and two hair stylists coming to tart everyone up. I got the feeling that a lot of drag queens would be in attendance.

Danny welcomed me with a huge, gentle hug and a heartfelt smile. “Oh, Barry, I’m so glad that you came out.”

The care in his eyes made tears prick my eyes and I stammered past the lump in my throat. “You should thank Ron. He was the one who persuaded me.”

Danny gave Ron a hug and a kiss, a promise of things to come. “I’ll properly thank him later. In the meantime, why don’t we get you lubed up?” He chose the words with a wink, knowing that I was almanbahis straight and walked me over to the bar. Several other men were in attendance, gay and straight and the Gillette rep was busy setting up his display so he could make the presentation. Everyone was mingling, grouped together, laughing and talking. Except me. I ordered a double Canadian Club whiskey with just a breath of Coke.

“So, how have you been?”

I avoided Danny’s eyes and sucked at the drink. “Okay.”

“I see you got the knee brace off. Is it still stiff?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to answer me in words that contain more than one syllable?”

I looked at him then. “Sorry.”

He clapped me on the shoulder once, realized his mistake from the grimace on my face and just let his hand rest on me. “Ron tells me that you haven’t been out since… since the accident.”

“No reason to. He does the shopping and I pay our bills online so… “

“You know what I’m saying. He told me that you haven’t driven since then, either.”

I shook my head, taking another long pull of alcohol. “Don’t think I ever will.”

“Never?”

The brutal crunch of metal against metal rang in my ears. “Never.”

“Must have been some accident.”

I thought of Marlene Orfinger’s terror-filled face, knowing that she was going to die but having no ability to stop it. I thought of how panicked she must have been, trying to wrest the steering wheel from the death-grip of her expired spouse, of how she tried to shove his foot off of the accelerator. I emptied the contents of my glass with a shudder.

“I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, Danny.”

He gave me a pat, took my glass and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m glad you made it through, Barry.” With that, he trotted off to the bar for my refill. Ron found me a seat down front and the rep went through his spiel. Some of the products were good; some were absolutely stupid. He answered questions and everyone got a bag of samples before he left. Then, the real party began.

The make-up artist, Jeanine and the stylists, Freddie and Renée had arrived and set up their stations in the living room and kitchen so that there was plenty of room to watch someone get done while continuing the party.

Jeanine was a little on the short side, busty which is something I don’t particularly care for and blonde and Freddie was a tall hunk of bronzed flesh, flashing whitened teeth and spiky black hair. It was Renée that had caught my eye. She was tall also, about 5’9″ and had the most exquisite shade of ruby red hair. Her eyes were hazel and her skin was also burnished by the kiss of the sun. Her chair was set up in the kitchen, away from the revelry.

“Okay!” Freddie shouted, a mischievous grin on his face. “Who wants to be first?”

Of course, there was a rush for his services. I couldn’t help but laugh at the stampede and neither could Ron, who had come to sit by me. “Natives are restless.”

“No one can resist Freddie. He’s got great hands.”

I almanbahis giriş chuckled. “And you’re speaking from experience?”

“I take the Fifth on that.” Ron patted my shoulder. “Now enough about me. Let’s see if we can get you hooked up with one of these hotties.” He helped me up and we pushed through the crowd, heading for Freddie. Of course, he was too busy so we went into the kitchen, where Renée’s chair was filled as well. “Hey, Renée.”

Her smile was bright and she gave Ron a peck on the cheek. Then her eyes fell on me and my heart stopped. Up close, she was even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Her hair fell in soft waves around her features and she pushed it back with one ruby-nailed hand.

“Hi, Ronnie.”

“I’ve got a newcomer. Name’s Barry. Think you can fit him in?”

Hazel eyes appraised me thoroughly and I felt a blush heat my cheeks. “I think I could do him next.”

“Great.” Ron left me propped against the counter and went to refill my drink. I guess I was getting pretty tipsy because all I could do was watch her move around the chair, clipping some guy’s hair. As she moved, I could see the delicious curves of her body under the gauzy dress. Full breasts, a large B cup at least and a small waist that flared into nice hips. She looked up at me a couple of times and I thought I read interest in her eyes. Ron shoved a glass in my hand and made small talk with me until she’d finished.

“Okay, stud.” She dusted the seat off, giving me a warm smile. My cock answered unseen and I prayed that it would remain that way.

“Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that made my heart flutter. You’d think I was a teenager again, the way my cock was reacting. “Don’t worry, I won’t eat you.” She put the bib around my neck and leaned close as she connected the ends. “Not unless you want me to.”

Now I knew it wasn’t the alcohol. My cock enlarged painfully in the tight confines of my shorts and I shifted, trying to get comfortable. She misted my hair down and started the cut, keeping her beautiful breasts within my line of sight. My mouth was watering, imagining the nipples and soft flesh that lay just inches from my tongue. I think she noticed because she leaned closer, brushing the globes against face while snipping a bit from the top. She could have done it from the back and both she and I knew it.

I shifted again.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, my ass is just falling asleep.”

“I see.” She gave me a knowing smirk and that made my cock grow even harder, not what I was looking for. If I couldn’t do something about its position soon, I was going to have to excuse myself and find the nearest bathroom. “Oh, damn! I just got some hair in your eye!”

“Huh?” She elbowed me and I raised a hand to my eye, feigning injury. “Jeez, it hurts.”

“Let’s hit the bathroom and see if we can take care of the problem.” She grabbed the casted arm and steered me towards the stairs, ignoring the first floor bathroom. almanbahis yeni giriş It was probably full anyway but I didn’t really care. I’d go anywhere she wanted me to go. She practically shoved me into the upstairs bathroom and attacked me. I did nothing to fight back. I dutifully accepted her tongue in my mouth and her body pressed against mine. “Ooo, I thought it was big.” She murmured, giving my cock a squeeze.

When I whimpered, she pushed me back until I was near the toilet seat, quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. My blood-filled prick sprang free and she gave it a cursory exam before lowering her hot, wet mouth on it. I gasped at the sensation of her teeth lightly grazing it while her tongue lovingly painted it. She hefted my heavy balls in her hand and ran her nails along the inside of my thighs, making me shiver.

“Sit down.” I obeyed, pulling one leg out of my shorts in anticipation. Renée did not disappoint. She untied the wrap dress and her large-nippled breasts leapt into view. I opened my mouth and she dropped an eraser-sized nippled onto the tip of my tongue. I used my good arm to encircle her waist, pulling her hard against me and shoving her breast harder into my mouth. She moaned, increasing the volume when I sucked and pulled on it with my teeth. I moved across to the other, working until I had a perfect matched set.

She maneuvered her crotch just so that my casted fingers could slip inside her panties and stroke her wet pussy lips and she responded by pressing against them. I slid two fingers into her slit and instantly fell in love with the sight of this gorgeous woman pumping herself on them, working towards an orgasm. I shuddered as I felt her muscles grip me and her pussy cream trickled down into my palm.

Caressing my tongue with hers, she lifted from my hand and sat directly down on my hard pole. I groaned into her mouth, shuddering again, this time as she ground our pubes together, pushing every inch of me into her creamy hole. “Mm, yeah.” Her hum of pleasure reverberated through my body, making my skin tingle as she began to move. The friction was sweet and her breasts rubbing against my chest made me wish we were in a bed. I wanted to be on top, pounding her and making those luscious globes bounce. Still they bounced gloriously against me and for the first time in a long time, I gave myself over to the sensation of pleasure.

“Jesus.” She whispered, biting my ear and pumping heavily on my prick. “Jesus, Barry! Fuck, you’re going to make me cum already! God, I fucking love your big prick! Oh, Jesus!” Her plump pussy became a vise grip and she threw her head back, screaming as she came. Her enthusiasm and tight cunt sent me tumbling over the edge with her, my prick spurting weeks of stored cum into her spasming hole.

When we were able to speak again, she giggled in my ear, “No one’s going to believe that you had a hair in your eye.”

Of course, no one did believe us. She finished the cut, giggling the entire time and giving me vicious little pokes and winks. At the end of the night, she gave me her card and a huge smile as she left with Jeanine and Freddie. Her home phone number was written on the back with a notation: Good for one free beauty night.

I’ll have to figure out some way to thank Ron.

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The Beach seems deserted, thank goodness I have Monday off, yesterday this place was a seal colony packed with people. The summer has been a scorcher, brilliant blue skies and almost cloudless. I’ve been waiting ages to get out here, the sand is creamy white and the water matches the sky for colour.

I find myself a patch near the trees, unfurl my towel and start applying my sunscreen. The summer has been good to me, most of my winter padding has melted off, and I’m finally getting that nice golden tan. In quick movements I’m covered and ready to hit the water. Damn the water feels cold after the heat of the sun, but that quickly fades as powerful strokes push me further from shore, 20 minutes later, and I feel I like a new man, as I return to the beach I notice that I’m not alone, someone else has been lucky enough to score this wonderful day off.

As I walk up to my stuff, I glance over and see an attractive lady stretched out on her towel, her peach coloured bikini shows off her body beautifully, she has a natural womanly beauty, thankfully not skin and bone nor chubby, all the right curves in all the right places. Her mass of dark hair obscures her face, that is until she turns to look at me and that’s when I get a flash of green from her eyes, she has an attractive face, which just about devastates me when she smiles up at me. She gives me the same once over that I’ve just given her. Again she smiles, so she must like what she sees. My heart is beating erratically.

I flash a quick smile, before grabbing up my towel to dry off. I try to not look at her, but when I do I catch her watching me. I lie down on my towel and try to calm down, nice deep breaths, cool thoughts, but it’s not working, all I can think about is whether I can get up the nerve to offer to put sunscreen on her back, hmmm long gentle strokes…

“Hi”

One word and I almost have a heart attack as I’m broken from my thoughts. I look up, a little embarrassed. She’s standing over me, the sun at her back, and close up she really has got a nice figure, well proportioned.

“Hi” I say back

“I was wondering if you’d do me a small favour?”

She has a nice sounding voice too, with a soft southern American lilt.

“Sure, almanbahis giriş what can I do?”

“I feel a little silly asking a complete stranger, but I can’t reach my back to apply the sunscreen, could you please do it for me?”

Damn! Has she been reading my mind or what?

“Y-Yeah, sure” I stammer out

We walk over to her towel, and she hands me a bottle of sunscreen, and lie down. I kneel down beside her and squirt a little sunscreen into my hand so that it wont be such a cold shock hitting her back. At the first contact as my fingers touch her back, I feel a shiver run through her, she reaches up and untie and unclip her bikini top. I can feel my pulse quickening again.

“By the way, my name’s Chris since I am here applying sunscreen to your back I guess I should really introduce myself”

She giggles, “Yeah, I suppose I should do the same. I’m Jo”

I go about my job of applying the sunscreen, being a bit of a cheat, and to make the experience last, I start giving her a massage, gently kneading the sunscreen into her shoulders, she starts relaxing under my deft touch, I can tell she’s really enjoying it.

A moan escapes her lips, “Oh yeah that feels so good, please keep going”

Who am I to refuse? He he he

I work my way down her back, releasing all her tension and I find myself approaching her nicely shaped arse, the temptation is almost to great, but I move down to her legs massaging them deeply, she parts her legs a little and through her bikini I can make the soft outline of her pussy, I feel myself getting hard, and obviously so does she. Her hand slides up the inside of my leg, and stops to rub at the growing bulge in my pants. I try to keep my attention on her massage, but it’s not working, things are happening over which I have no control… damn how I like it too… She gets to her knees and turns around to face me, with a wicked grin on her face, she reaches forward to rip my pants off, but I stop her, pushing her slowly back till she’s laying on her back. I give her a quick kiss on her forehead.

“Ladies First…”

My hands run up her body, until I reach her firm breasts, I tenderly grip them feeling their almanbahis fullness, letting my hands envelope them, I lean forward and taking the tip of my tongue I lick her left nipple then begin tracing my tongue around her breast. I suck her nipple into my mouth, and tasting her, I give her nipple a couple of soft nibbles and feel it harden in my mouth, that’s when I start in on her right breast, she’s a little cold and as my hot breath and tongue chase over her breasts I can feel her shiver.

I leave another quick kiss, this time on her soft full lips and then start working my way down her body, planting kisses, feather touches that set her trembling, my beard gently rubbing her as I kiss, tickling, down I go all the way down, past her belly button, finally reaching her bikini bottoms which I slip off, revealing her neatly shaved pussy. I make a quick comment on how pretty it is, like the rest of her before placing a kiss on the top of her bush and then on her labia.

Soft kisses on the inside of her legs, then licking in long strokes slowly building in pressure in and around her now dripping pussy, my nose pressing gently against her clit. She reaches down and takes my hand, putting my middle two fingers into her mouth, she starts sucking… it feels nice too, the thoughts of what she could do to my cock, make it rigid… she places her hands on the back of my head, and starts rubbing her hands through my hair, time passes and I take back now wet fingers sliding in first one finger and then the other… she moans.. exciting me… I love the sounds she’s making… I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers, so I slow the pace down to make it last. Changing the angle of my head to get better access and removing my fingers, I nibble at her labia, then stop, I place the flat of my tongue against her pussy, and let its warmth, works its magic, her juices slowly flood through my beard, then without moving the position of my tongue I flex it, changing the pressure, pushing the tip into her hole, I then start circling around the whole area, and placing warm wet kisses on the inside of her legs before returning to work on her climax, slowly I increase the pressure of my licking, darting my tongue almanbahis giriş around and around, circling, moving my fingers to play with her hard little clit. Her body starts to buck, her legs clench together around me, and a loud gasp escapes, suddenly I feel the warm flood of her juices and she pushes on my head urging me deeper and deeper, “Ohhh yessssss” she cries as the ecstasy takes over.

Long moments pass before she can move again. She gets to her knees and pushes me over, far more forcibly then I did to her, she wants something and she wants it bad, I find my pants ripped down, my rock hard cock springs free, she eyes it with a mischievous look, and glides her body up mine, quickly engulfing my dick in her wonderfully wet pussy. She begins to slide forward and back, clenching on the back stroke, the pleasure is unimaginable, I feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head, she spends long minutes sliding… mmmmm yeah I love it… then gently she spins around and leans back, now she starts rocking and slightly swinging her hips… this… oh yeah… Keep going… she grabs up my hands and places them on her breasts, her hard nipples press into my palms, the sensation just adds to the overall effect, move one of my hands down to her clit and I start rubbing gently on it, her juices are everywhere, she places her hand over mine directing it to the right points, then once she knows I’ve got the handle on she leans all the way back until she’s resting on my chest, a few slow raises and then she’s back upright, she spins again, so that’s shes facing me once more, she leans in and whispers then she wants me to pound it in, so we roll over and I start trusting into her, I look down and she has her eyes closed, enjoying it. I can feel myself building up to shooting my load, I increase the power and depth of my trusts, faster and faster… ohhh… Mmmmm… Yeah this is good… A sudden clench around my cock and I can feel that she’s coming again… this is incredible. I lean in and passionately kiss her, she responds likewise…it’s on me in an instant a liquid blinding flash in my cock and then ecstasy, damn it feels soooooo damnnnn gooooood, my whole body is tingling, the pleasure goes on for ages…

Slowly earthly sensation returns, and I find her curled in my arms… what a perfect end to the day… Or so I think, until she looks up at me with those emerald eyes and says in sexy voice

“Lets go back to my place… We’ll call it dessert…and she giggles.”

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Continuation of Justine’s new adventures into being a hot wife. It is not necessary to read the first to follow this story but will provide a little more context.

As always *This is a work of fiction, any similarities to people, places and things is coincidental. All sex is consensual and between persons 18 and older*

*added disclaimer, the author does not endorse using power tools for purposes other than their intended use, if anyone attempting to do so does not take care to sanitize and or make proper safeguards, any injury or illness sustained is on them*

“Unbelievable.” Justine thought to herself reading the text. After she finally had her first hot wife experience that she was so eager to share with her husband and capitalize on her newly reinvigorated sex drive, the idiot somehow managed to catch Covid. He had gone 2 and a half years avoiding it thanks to him being such a homebody, but somehow while she was out having a vacation getaway with her parents, now he was quarantining in their brand new house.

After some back and forth they agreed, since they were already apart, there was no reason to knowingly put her at risk for catching it, especially with how hard this was hitting Andrew. Besides her parents would be back at work, they had decent internet, all of their streaming log ins, and a computer she could use to resume the job hunt.

The biggest downside that neither could shake was not getting that sexual release. Although, Justine was able to get her release while they were in the bay in Ohio, they had not been able to reconnect, and she was waiting to share her experience in person, and sitting on that juicy story was really getting to her. She found it was all that she could think of on her ride back from Ohio, and now on day 2 home alone she was practically going to be leaving a wet spot on her parents couch she was so riled up thinking about it.

Justine had wanted to wait to have another hot wife experience until after she had talked with Andrew and seen how he handled hearing about her first experience, but she was getting impatient and knew from Snapchat that her high school crush Jared was still eager to step in and fuck her married pussy. If the roles were reversed and she was able to be at her home, she had toys for days that would give her variety and the release she needed. But here on the family farm her options were abstinence, her fingers, or pushing the boundaries of her open relationship before knowing how secure it was.

Her fingers were already pruny when she sent Jared the snap. Andrew was spending his days sleeping 18 hours each these past 2 days, and was not helping her sexting like she tried to initiate. The picture wasn’t NSFW at a glance, but when Jared would read the follow up chat the context cleared that all up. The picture was her bare things with her knees pulled up, and her hand with her index and middle finger pointed out and coated in a milky white film. If someone glanced at the picture they wouldn’t be able to tell for certain her underwear was laying on the ground beside her or that she just wore her arm/wrist/hand/fingers trying in vain to take care of herself. But her message to Jared would make it crystal clear to him.

“My loving husband can’t take care of me this week, and I’m tired of just thinking about you taking care of me. You still up to fuck me or are you all talk?” Justine sent through Snap.

She stared at her phone for what felt like hours but in reality was more like 5 minutes. Finally the bubble changed to having been viewed. The message that Jared was typing came through on her iWatch, but she already knew that, she had her chat history pulled almanbahis up and watched that same notification come through live.

“Hm. You are funny thinking I am not a man of my word. When I tell you I’m going to blow your back out and ruin you for that cuck loser hubby of yours, I mean it. But I can get pussy 7 nights a week, what makes you think you can cut the line” Jared sent back.

Justine had shivers going down her spine. She didn’t particularly like the cuck loser talk, but she loved the aggression and the swagger. She had a feeling playing up her submissive side would cut to the chase for him. She didn’t really believe in their small hometown that he had enough girls to choose from to really have that many options, but playing along also sounded fun.

“Please, I would do anything to get the privilege Please tell me what I can do to be your choice for today. Anything. Please daddy” ending her message with the prayer hands and drooling face emoji’s.

“I’m going to hold you to calling me daddy later. I’m finishing work on the farm. Send me a video fucking yourself so I know how bad you need it and need fucked. the better the video, the quicker i will finish up here and take care of you. fyi, its going to need to be a lot better than those two little fingers of yours if you want me there before dinner.”

“Shit, I want you before lunch” she sent with more drooling emoji’s.

“Better make it really good then.”

Justine read the last message and her mind went into overdrive. Her desire to get fucked and play into this good submissive girl role was sending her mind on overdrive. She was such an uncreative person, and her limited ideas on how to take care of herself was what caused her to reach out to Jared in the first place. What was she going to do? It was only 8 am, but she had been horny to the point of being awake and alert since 5. She pulled up Pornhub and started scrolling to try and get ideas on what she could possibly do to get the approval from Jared.

Videos of girls outside, she could go masturbate outside in public view? Granted her family farm was far away from the road, the only risk that makes that kind of video pay off and more erotic is the chance at being caught. Sure a delivery person or some family friend popping in for some reason, could be a possibility, but more than likely not, she didn’t think that would be kinky enough to give Jared a reason to rush over.

Videos of girls fucking themselves with vegetables of all sorts. The lightbulb clicked. She turned around to the kitchen counter to stare at the basket of oversized zucchini she helped pick last night. She even thought how a few of them were even the same size as her big black dildo she had at home and how even field work couldn’t keep her mind off of sex now. That may do it, she thought, but she wanted to be sure it was her best effort. What can she do to really push this over the edge.

The next video that popped up was a girl using a machine to fuck herself. It was really an ingenious set up that she was sure she could replicate and the machine looked just like the reciprocating saw her dad had in the shop.

With a plan in mind, she went to work. First thing she did was pick out the perfect sized zucchini, and taking it to the sink to scrub it squeaky clean. From there she grabbed the one pair of fuck me heels still left in her closet from growing up. She looked over the clothes she had and couldn’t decide which she wanted to go with, her easy breezy summer dress that she would go panty and braless in, or a pair of daisy dukes and a tight white crop top so thin and translucent that her nipples would show through.

Remembering almanbahis giriş Jared’s taste in girls from high school she opted for the daisy dukes and crop top. She slid on the shorts and pulled the top over her head and admired herself in the mirror. She looked HOT. She came to the realization that she rarely did this sort of thing for her husband and made the mental note she was going to do this for him more.

She hustled out to the shop and got to work. Her mind was moving a mile a minute, and her eyes were combing the shelves just as frantically looking for where the saw would be. Finally she found it. Grabbing it, she then went to the shelf where she had noticed the metal rod that was once a screwdriver. At some point the handle was broken, she had seen Andrew hammer a screwdriver into something before to pry something open, she assumed something similar had happened with this one. The flat head bit portion could fit in and go into the bit attachment head of the saw, and the end of the rod that wasn’t sharp would be able to be inserted into the zucchini with minimal risk to tearing her up literally.

She took her time and set up the saw with the rod and the zucchini slid easily onto it. She went to the couch next to her dad’s fridge, and positioned it in between the cushions of the love seat. She took a zip tie from the shelves next to the fridge and secured it so the trigger would remain pulled constantly. The zucchini started moving right away causing the saw to buck up and down. She went to the dial and turned it way down until it stopped bucking. It was at a 2 by the time the bucking stopped, but she was questioning if it would be enough to satisfy Jared that she was trying to push herself.

Her desperation and thirstiness luckily gave her an idea on how to sell it though, and she clicked the battery release switch to turn off the saw while she finished setting it up. She set up her phone to capture a view of the couch that would be able to see the view as a slight angle so that she could make eye contact with the camera and that it could still see the motions of the saw. It was still within reach so if she wanted to grab the camera and give Jared a close up of her pussy or an overhead view of her ass while she got fucked doggy style by the power tool, she could.

She was positively giddy now as she finished putting on her heels. Once she was ready and gave herself a final look over using her camera, she did a test run making sure her watch would turn on and off the video. Once she was satisfied she hit record.

“Jared, sir, I really hope this pleases you. I worked so hard!” she said making a little pouty face.

“If you were here I’m sure you could have made this work so much better than I could have,” she said, still playing up that she was a naughty little girl who needed the help from a big strong man. She made a show of scuffing a foot to sell her sheepishness and also draw Jared’s attention to her high heels.

She clicked the battery in place and the tool started up again. “This is as fast as I can get it to go unfortunately,” she said dialing up her pouty act to an 11, “I know this isn’t near good enough of a substitute for you and I can’t get this to fuck me how I know you will be able to later, but I hope this shows you how much I can’t wait to submit to you later.”

With that she blew a kiss to the camera, and proceeded to do a little strip tease. Her shirt came off first, and her hands went straight to her nipples, and then started slowly and sensually rubbing her sides and her lithe stomach Her right hand caressed over her belly button and made its way almanbahis yeni giriş to the button on her daisy dukes. With a sensual flick the shorts came open, and her fly was down in no time. Normally she leaves a landing strip for her husband but without her normal trimmers, she had been using a disposable razor and had clear cut her bush. She had a feeling this was what Jared would prefer anyways, and as the fly came open and her dukes started sliding down her legs, the camera recorded her beautiful bald pussy on full display for him, truly dripping. A combination of extreme arousal, the hard work she put into this, and the heat, either way, she was selling it. She stepped out of her shorts once they slid down to her ankles.

She continued rubbing down from her navel, and over her wet mound. She dipped a finger into her pussy and made a show of sensually raising her finger up to her mouth and licking it clean.

She then made a show of turning around and showing off her sexy bubble butt, as she bent down and stroked the zucchini.

“Oh god Jared, I know this will feel good, but I just want to taste your cock and feel it throbbing in my pussy, so badly. Please watch this quick and please let me know if I pleased you daddy!”

With that she got down on all 4s and aligned the zucchini with her slit. She slowly backed into it and let the tool do its new job. She kept slowly backing up until 6 inches was buried in her, plunging in and out. It did feel good, but nothing beat a living cock throbbing in her pussy in her mind.

She let this go on a few minutes, feeling her body and allowing the pleasure to flow through her, and allowing her natural enjoyment to come out in her moans. She then locks eyes with the camera and reaches for it. With hands steadier than she knew she could manage, she grabbed the phone again, “Oh baby this really isn’t hitting the spot like i know you will later, please hurry, I mean just look at how poor of a job it’s doing.”

With that she angled the phone under her pussy to give Jared a view of the action. After a few seconds, she then reached the phone up in front of her as high as she could in an exaggerated selfie pose to show her ass from above. She brought the phone back down to be a close up of her face as she was slowly getting rocked by the tool.

“Oh please hurry, I need to feel your strong hands on my ass. You can see, this doesn’t rock me near as hard as I need it to and I just NEED to feel my ass jiggle against your body as you plow me. Please hurry.”

With that imagery in her head she sent herself over the edge and came, still recording her face in a close up as it crashed over her face.

Breathing heavy she lowered herself onto her elbows, still focusing the camera on her face, and slowly worked herself off of her makeshift fuck machine. Once off it, she collapsed and sighed heavily and focused looking back at the camera saying, “Hope to hear back from you really soon. I’m going to hop in the shower now so that I’m ready for whenever you want to show up.”

With that she blew a kiss and hit stop recording. The recording came out to 7 minutes and 33 seconds and did a quick scroll through of the thumbnails and was really impressed with herself.

With that she pulled up their snapchat message history and selected the video and sent it without a second thought.

She could not wait to hear if he enjoyed it.

Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long. His response came through, “I can’t wait to have a beer with your dad in the shop now.”

The moment in between his messages felt like an eternity as she finished cleaning up and undoing her handiwork, but staring at her phone the whole time.

Finally the second message came through, “I’ll be there for my lunch. Have it clean and ready to eat.”

She practically dropped her phone in her hurry to run to the shower, she had 30 minutes to get cleaned up and ready for him.

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I suggest you read parts 1 and 2, but it’s not necessary.

Given how exhausted we all were, I’m amazed we got out bed at all. Meryl suggested I use the shower first. As I stood under the hot water, lathering my cock and balls, a slight humming of a tune caught my attention. Mitch was standing on the other side of the steam-covered shower door. “I’ll leave the towel here for whenever you’re finished.”

I quickly soaped my ass and armpits, before rinsing and turning off the water. As I slid open the shower door and reached for the towel, Meryl slipped through the open bathroom door. She was completely nude.

“Hello, dear. I’m sorry for the lack of privacy, but we’re used to being the only ones here. Except for Carmella, of course, when we need her. I hope you don’t mind.”

With the towel around my shoulders, I stood soaking in the beauty of this unusual woman. Far from being embarrassed by the life-saving changes to her body, Meryl seemed to take pride in her smooth, boyish chest that spread to narrow hips and a pool of dark hair covering her luscious pussy.

I was drawn to her. “I don’t mind.” I took three steps toward this picture of sexuality honed by life’s joys and sorrows. When I got close enough, Meryl wrapped her fingers around my cock, letting it slide up her hand.

“My dear, you are truly something.” She crouched to talk to my cock that growing at her touch. “I’d love you to bend me over this counter and fuck me hard and deep until we both collapsed to the cold tile.” She kissed, then licked my hardening dick before standing back up. “But the day is calling to us. Things to do and to be. My cunt and your cock will have to wait. My turn in the shower.”

I admired her skinny ass as she closed the shower door and turned on the water. I was transfixed watching her rub her hands through her hair, then over her chest and down between her legs. She looked up, catching me watching. She gave me a finger wave, which I returned as I stepped out of the room.

There was a black silk robe laid out on the bed. I put it on and went in search of Mitch.

I found him in the kitchen, slicing melons into bite-sized chunks. I worried about him wearing the thin robe so close to a sharp knife, but shrugged. He looked up. “Good morning. I see you found the robe.” He scanned my crotch, which was still partially tented from his wife’s attentions. “Hm. Too bad. Naked breakfast is so much more fun. But not today. Meryl has plans.”

“So I’ve heard.” I stole a cube of watermelon. “Mitch, let me ask you, that thing when Meryl talks to my dick. It sparks my arousal in a big way. I was wondering…”

He chuckled. “Ah, yes. A trick she learned from your wife. During our first time together, she would talk to my cock like it was a separate participant. I found it delightfully whimsical and very stimulating. Meryl noticed and, rather than being jealous, choose to join in. I swear, there were times I felt left out, over-shadowed but my own penis.”

“Well, Mitch, your penis casts a long shadow. And thank you for explaining.” I stepped toward the kitchen door. “I often wondered if talking to my dick was something she did for any guy, or a secret kink just for me.”

“Your wife had many wonderful kinks.”

“My friend, you said a mouthful.” I winked at him. “In more ways than one.”

I walked back into the living room and, once again, admired the amazing view from the penthouse. Meryl walked up behind me, smelling of soap and perfume. She wrapped her silk-covered arms around my waist. “I think breakfast is ready, dear.”

We sat around the small dinette table, enjoying the light breakfast and our second cup of coffee. Meryl seemed a bit disappointed that there was no cantaloupe among the honeydew and watermelons, commenting that a trip to the Farmer’s Market might be on the day’s itinerary. Within the hour we had taken the elevator to the lobby and emerged onto the sunny sidewalk of uptown Dallas.

Meryl and Mitch took off at a brisk clip. I managed to keep up, but was very glad when we reached the trolley station then rode to the museum district. The museums of Dallas have something for everyone, from ancient artifacts to contemporary nonsense. almanbahis My favorite pastime is to make up captions for the people or scenes in famous artwork. I managed to keep Meryl and Mitch entertained as we strolled through the galleries before we decided to make our way down Harwood to the Farmer’s Market.

Browsing through products and produce, Meryl picked up a pair of cantaloupes. Holding them at chest level, she turned to Mitch. “Do you think these will do?”

“Don’t bother, Meryl.” A young woman spoke up behind me. “They’ll never replace your tits.”

Quickly handing the melons to Mitch, Meryl threw her arms around the woman. “Carmella!” she shouted, giving her a very passionate kiss.

The only time I’d seen Carmella, she had made hors d’oeuvres for us the previous night. At the time, she had worn a dark pant suit and professional-style apron. The woman now kissing Meryl wore a braless halter top and cut-off shorts that let her ass cheeks peek out below. Her brown curls bounced as she embraced the older woman.

When the kiss ended, Meryl kept a hand resting comfortably on Carmella’s breast.

After the re-introductions, Meryl insisted Carmella join us for dinner. Carmella hesitated for a moment before Meryl added, “We’ll order out, dear. Nothing for you to do except put good things in your mouth.”

Meryl loved a double entendre.

“In that case, count me in.” Carmella turned to me. “Will you be there?”

“I have nowhere better to be.”

“I’ll see you then. The usual time?”

Mitch nodded. “The usual.”

After some quick hugs, all three of us watched Carmella walk away.

Meryl said what I was thinking. “That woman has some ass.”

“How long have you all been involved?

“When did we first meet, Carmella, sweetheart?”

Mitch answered immediately. “She was part of the staff for Janice’s New Year’s Eve party of ought-eleven. She was barely legal.” They both smiled at the memory. “The party ended soon after midnight, but Carmella didn’t go home until St. Valentine’s Day.”

We made a quick stop at my hotel so I could change clothes. As I pulled on a fresh shirt, Meryl spotted something under the couch. Bending down, she pulled out a pair of panties; red satin with black lace. After a quick sniff, she held them up for Mitch and I to see. “Isn’t Roxanne fun? Such a horny slut.”

We caught a taxi back to their apartment. Once inside, with coats hung up and shoes off, Meryl asked Mitch to order the food for delivery. “Use that place we like with the woman’s name.”

“Of course.” These two had marvelous shorthand.

A few minutes later Meryl and Mitch had stepped into the bedroom to change when the elevator intercom chimed. On a guess, I pushed the green lighted button next to the speaker. “Hello? I don’t know what to do.”

From the speaker came a low buzz and Carmella’s voice. “You just did it. On my way up.”

I waited in the entry hall. As she stepped out of the elevator, my breath escaped in a gasp. Her light brown skin was set off by a deep purple cocktail dress, barely long enough to cover what her earlier cut-offs did not. “Wow. You look great, Carmella. The purple heels even match.”

She gave a quick curtsy. “Everything matches.” She walked over and gave me a long kiss “Call me Carm. Much simpler than wading through ‘Carmella’ every time.” Looking down, she patted the bulge on the front of my pants. “Nice to see I can make an impression.”

“I’m sure Meryl will agree.”

“What will I agree to?” Her eyes landed on her guest. She crossed her arms in mock anger. “Oh, Carmella, don’t you know it’s bad form to be more beautiful than your hostess?” They shared cheek kisses. “I am prepared to make an exception in your case because you are the best fuck I’ve ever gotten from a woman.” Meryl turned to me, as if I needed an explanation. “This woman’s tongue will drive you wild and her pussy is a gift from the goddess. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“So right, Precious.”

A bit embarrassed, I looked at Carm who only shrugged and said, “Can’t argue with the truth.”

As we sat down, Meryl excused herself “to powder my nose” and Mitch took our drink orders almanbahis giriş from the bar.

With our hosts momentarily busy, Carm gave me what I was beginning to realize is her teasing smile. “All right. How long have you known them?”

“We’ve met several times over the years; parties and stuff. We have lots of mutual friends.”

“But this was your first overnight?”

Rather than tell tales, I only shrugged.

“They are something, aren’t they?” Carmella continued with admiration and affection in her voice. “Hedonists in nearly every way. Anything goes. But, be careful. They’re highly addictive. And not just the sex. Meryl and Mitch are loving and generous beyond anything you expect.”

“Oh, Carmella, how you do go on.” Meryl had returned wearing a white satin pant suit that shaped her body seductively.

Carm chuckled, “Nice pajamas, there, lady.”

Mitch handed out drinks and went to change.

The elevator chimed again. “Get the food, will you dear?” By now I was an old pro at the elevator and within a few moments, Carm and I were in the kitchen scooping pasta and tomato sauce from delivery containers into serving dishes.

“Carmella is a beautiful name. Mexican?”

“Italian. My father is Antony and my mother is Sofia.” She nodded toward the bowls. “Pasta runs in my blood.”

“It clogs mine.” Carm laughed politely. I dipped my pinky into the sauce for a quick taste. “A bit strong on the mushrooms.” Carm chuckled and I didn’t know why, so I continued. “Y’know, if I was at home, I’d just eat it from the container while standing over the sink.”

“If you were at home, I doubt you’d be eating white truffle marinera at $1000 a pop.”

I coughed and stared.

Carm nodded and continued. “While I have your attention,” she touched my arm. “Before we go out there, may I?” Then she kissed me. Sweet and deep. My hand went to the back of her head. Hers rested on my hip.

“I wanted a taste before things get crazy.”

“Crazy?”

“You did say you were here all night, didn’t you? You must know how they get.”

Picking up the two serving bowls, she started whistling “Deep in the Heart of Texas” as she opened the kitchen door with her butt. I followed with place settings and silverware, and a growing fondness for Carmella.

No sooner had we started to eat, than Meryl stared at her plate. “This will not do. This white satin was a bad idea. The tomato sauce will stain dreadfully with the slightest drop. Excuse me.”

Standing up, she quickly stripped to her complete nothing. “That’s better.” Sitting back down, she looked around the table. “Anyone else?”

Mitch began to undress as well.

Carm looked at me, mouthing the word ‘Crazy’ before she kicked off her shoes and lifted her dress over her head. True to her word, the tiny bra and panties matched the purple exactly. She quickly removed them, revealing barely visible tan lines highlighting her medium-sized breasts and small, tan nipples. The tiny landing strip above her pussy lips was soft brown, like the curls on her head.

Not wanting to be the stand-out, I undressed quickly. Carm gave me a wink before her eyes dropped to my dick, already hardening. She nodded approvingly. “That explains a lot.”

“Doesn’t it, though?” Meryl chimed in. “But he’s more than a pretty prick, sweety. Wait until you try his tongue. Woo!”

Meryl went back to eating as Carm smirked. “I can’t wait.”

The restaurant had sent Tiramisu for dessert, but, as we started eating, I couldn’t help looking at the two beautiful women sitting on either side of me, completely nude.

Meryl glanced into my lap, noticing my cock sticking straight up. With a smile, she asked “Do you need some help with that, dear? Who wants to do the honors?”

Mitch began raising his hand.

“Oh, sweetheart, where are your manners?” Her delicate fingers gestured toward Carmella. “Don’t you think our lovely guest should have the first turn?” Then she swept her arm in a broad gesture she announced, “Into the playroom.”

“Playroom?”

Carm took my hand as we followed Meryl and Mitch into an additional bedroom. The room was quite large with mattresses and pillows almanbahis yeni giriş on the floor. Various leather straps were mounted on the walls. A small fountain trickled white noise in the corner.

Carm’s smile was genuinely warm. “The playroom.” Dropping to her knees, she cradled my hard dick in both hands, blowing softly across the head. Out of reflex, my cock bobbed up and down. “Well, that’s adorable. Can we do that again?” Again, she blew her warm breath over the head, and again it bobbed up, but did not go down. Instead, it hovered at her mouth, waiting patiently.

Carm glanced up at me with mischievous delight and I smiled back. “I think he likes you.”

“Let’s get comfy and find out.”

We joined Meryl and Mitch who were already stretched across several pillows. Meryl’s head and hands were pumping over her husband’s big dick. Their moans and the aroma of damp pussy spoke of their intense arousal.

With her hand stroking my cock, Carm watched the older couple for a moment. “God, that is hot.” She turned back to me with her broad smile and took my cock into her mouth. She slowly moved closer, easing me deeper into her throat. Her tongue rolled back and forth across the head and I groaned in delight.

“Oh Carm.”

“Hm?’

“So nice.”

“Hm.” Her nose pressed into my pubic curls as my cock tapped the back of her throat. “Hmmmmm.”

“CARM.” The vibrations ran the length of my shaft, reverberating in my balls.

Slowly, she slid her head back. As she released my dick, it hit against my stomach with a wet slap. Carm smiled again, taking it back into her mouth and settling into a steady rhythm of gentle face fucking.

Hearing Meryl choke a bit, I looked over as she removed Mitch’s dick from her mouth, but held it firm with one hand at the base. She shifted her body a little, getting a better angle on his cock and bringing her butt closer to me. As my hips started pumping Carm’s mouth, I reached between Meryl’s legs to find her pussy already very wet.

She startled for a moment, then moved a bit more so her body was perpendicular to Mitch’s and her hips were above my face. I raised my head to lick her sweet nectar. “OH, MY DEAR!” Her hips flinched onto my face. I licked her again, this time pulling her clit into my mouth and between my teeth. “God yes. Suck my clit, you wonderful man.”

I felt Carm speed up on my cock and looked down to see she was peering sideways at Meryl’s cunt over my face. Lifting her mouth free, she hissed. “Oh yeah.” A moment later she had swung her legs over Mitch’s face, lowering her pussy to his mouth. “Eat me, Mitch.” She suddenly groaned as his tongue found her opening.

I grabbed Meryl around the ass and pulled my face up; deeper between her thighs. Carm was swirling her mouth on my cock as my hips bucked again and again into her face.

Meryl began grunting as Mitch pushed deep into her throat in quick thrusts while he devoured Carm’s cunt from below, as he swallowed the cum pouring from it. His lyrics were garbled. “The rabbits rush, around the brush.”

Overwhelmed by her orgasm, Carm pulled up from my dick and screamed to the heavens. My cock spewed stream after stream of cum onto her face and neck. I shoved two fingers into Meryl’s sopping center. Her body stiffened as a giant orgasm swept through her.

We lay motionless. I don’t know for how long. The only sound was our labored breathing and the small fountain. Soon, Carmella stretched her young naked body. I swear I heard her growl softly before she grabbed Mitch and pulled him on top of her. “I need fucking, Mitch. You better still be hard because I want your big dick inside me.”

Mitch shoved his hips forward in one thrust and Carm screamed, arching her back. “Yes! Again!” Mitch began pistoning his large cock in and out of this frantic woman.

As I watched them, Meryl suddenly straddled me. “I see you’re still hard, too. Fuck me, my dear. Give me that wonderful cock.” Letting her body drop, her exquisite cunt once more began taking me beyond myself.

The room was filled with moaning and swearing and bodies slapping and liquids spewing as the four of us shared the rise to debauched paradise. As my own orgasm approached, I turned my head to see Carm looking at me. Her hair was matted by sweat to her contorted face and her hands were clawing at Mitch’s back as he pounded into her again and again.

But she was looking at me.

I came harder than I can ever remember.

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(Fingers crossed by now, you’ve read Parts One and Two. Yes I know there has been a lot of scene setting, possibly more than usual, but I’m not a fan of reading written pornography when the sex starts in paragraph six. Stick with me and enjoy Richard and Maisie and see what unfolds.)

“So you like my place?” I ask, as we land in the lounge, having fetched our coffee from the kitchen and sit close to each other on the sofa. She could have chosen a chair but landed on the sofa.

“Yes, it’s really neat Richard. You are a neat guy. Not messy. You look nice too with your hair and your clothes and are really nice too with it”.

I’m nice. I’ll take that compliment. I guess it must be an older guy thing. We stop being like rutting male dear in our teens, start to mature in our twenties and thirties and, when you hit forty, you become ‘nice’. I guess ‘grumpy old man’ comes later.

“What about Tom?”, I ask as her expression changes. Oops. Maybe a button not to press.

“He’s okay but he’s just a boy.”

“I guess you prefer men?” I remark, hoping to change her expression once more.

“Yes, very much so. He can be so immature at times especially with his mates around him.”

I don’t push the point but she goes on to tell me more about her and Tom. They met in High School, were the couple that everyone expected to get together, went to Prom together and stuck together throughout college, Maisie doing a business and accountancy course while he did sport and retook his school exams that he got low grades in. They see each other most weeks and he seems a decent enough chap.

“You love him?”, I asked. “Mmm.” is the rather flattened response.

So I wonder if she’s with Tom because she can’t be bothered to end the relationship. I was there once and eventually we just drifted apart and she got engaged to a guy who worked in the local bank.

“Sorry, you don’t have to answer”, I say to her as she slowly slides across the sofa and lays against me, her head resting on my chest.

“You smell good”. It was just my usual deodorant and body spray.

“Thank you”, I say as I sniff and notice the aroma of Maisie’s hair.

I’m now, in a flash, sent back to around 22 years ago, where I’m on the sofa at my parents house, a girl with her head resting on my chest as we are watching The Sixth Sense on the television, my parents away for the weekend and, one things leads to another and we are fucking like rabbits on the sofa, in the kitchen, on the stairs and eventually in my room where we stay until around 3am and I take her home but not until she’s sucked my cock dry in the hallway.

Landing back in the present: I feel a hand on my chest, smoothing over my t-shirt. “This is nice”, says Maisie, either complimenting me on the material, the t-shirt itself or the situation.

I kiss her on her hair which I always consider to be a mix of romantic but weird at the same time though some women seem to like it. Maisie smells good.

I do it again and make my way slowly down towards her mouth while she moves her head enabling our lips to touch once more, our eyes closed, firstly in a gentle lip to lip peck, followed by a longer kiss, little sounds coming from Maisie and then our lips part and tongues touch, tangling gently as she explores my mouth and me hers, the taste of coffee still there.

We both savour the moment and then come up for air.

“Wow” gasps Maisie. If my kisses are that good, wait for the rest.

“Wow?”

“Yes, wow. I’ve not had such a nice kiss for ages”. I’m guessing the guy in her life just pushes his tongue home until she can no longer breath.

“Well there’s plenty more of those if you like”, I assure her.

Maisie moves herself around on the sofa so we are facing each other and I move my hands to encompass her face as we move together again for another kiss. This time, it’s longer, passionate, exploring and I feel her hands over my chest as slowly I reach around to embrace her, holding us together as our tongues dance between us, Maisie, at times, cheekily sucking on my tongue.

Her arms are now around me as the marathon kiss continues, our bodies fused together, her breasts pressing against me, Maisie moaning and myself, admittedly, making noises of enjoyment.

If you had a timer, I’m sure it would have sounded a beep for a minute or more as we broke apart again.

“Richard…..what do you want?” Maisie gasps, catching her breath as if I’d removed every bit of air from her lungs. I think we both had a good idea what we wanted, just neither was saying it.

“More of this…” I answer, looking her in the eye “…we’ve got all day, it’s still early.”

It was true, we’d eaten and toured the flat and it was only just after 10am.

Maisie looked at me and unfastened the three top buttons of her dress, showing just the top of her cleavage to me.

Oh how I’d waited to see what was under that dress. Do I remove my t-shirt now?

I didn’t have to worry about the answer as she pushed her hands under it and heaved the almanbahis material up and over my head, it landing nearby.

Rubbing her hands over my bared chest, Maisie eagerly locks her lips against mine once more.

Her kisses, mouth and tongue are addictive and we both want more. I want more of everything but I’m not pushing things along as this is the closest I’ve been with a woman for a long time and I’m not going to ruin it now.

I let her take the lead until I want to take over.

Maisie reaches for my hands and places them at the buttons of her dress. I could yank it over her head but where is the fun in that?

My fingers nervously fumble as I’m trying to get the garment open, so she takes over and confidently unfastens each one until my prize comes into view.

You’ll recall that I said Maisie had an amazing pair of breasts.

36E breasts to be precise as she told me.

Well, my prayers had been answered, not that I’m religious and would probably be more dancing with the devil that sitting beside the Lord and his Son any time soon.

Maisie sat back so I could see them, even though they were entrapped in a lacy white bra.

They were straining to be freed and I was hoping that would happen soon.

“Not here….” I said.

I wanted to take this to the bedroom and stood up, offering my hand to the now partially exposed Maisie.

“Bedroom?” she said. “Of course.”

—

It was a race to see who got to the door quick enough then up the stairs to the top floor.

I think Maisie won in a photo-finish, me standing in front of her beside the bed within a split second, as again I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my chest, my hands drifting down to her ass while her hands were around my shoulders, pulling us together for another electrifying kiss or three.

“Oh my god”, she exclaimed, “Yes”.

“Yes what? Yes I want more kisses?”

I obliged as my hands now were now tracing over the lace trimmed cups of her bra, touching the flesh where I could.

Do I take them out? Does she like this?

I’m waiting for signs as Maisie reaches up and starts to lower the shoulder straps. This I like.

We pull apart again and she looks up at me. “You, I want you,” Maisie replied.

My eyes widen as her breasts slowly reveal themselves, her nipples still out of sight. I moisten my lips as I look at Maisie’s face, her smile. “Thank you”, she says.

“For?”

“Not just grabbing at them?”

“I wouldn’t do that”. I reassure her. “I’m never like that”.

Maisie reaches around and unfastens her bra, allowing it to fall free. Her nipples come into view and I marvel at a wonderful sight of her young flesh.

“You can touch them you know”

I hadn’t until told as I was enjoying the view being revealed before me.

Her skin, smooth silky soft, her nipples — not massive but with areola like small egg yokes, topped by quite big ruby red nipples that were hardening the more they were exposed to the air.

Maisie smoothed her hands down both breast and took my hands, placing the palms on each as we kissed again. I took my cue to do more.

I stroked, smoothed, weighed them up and played with each nipple between thumb and fingers and touched each tip. Breaking our kiss, I lowered my head to the left nipple, running my tongue over it, then across to the right one, tonguing it slowly.

“Suck them, please suck them”, Maisie seemed to plead with me.

I was about to when I realised her hands had not been still.

Her hands are smoothing and rubbing over the front of my shorts and my cock, housed inside, is more than awake and enjoying Maisie’s ministrations.

I gently suck on her left nipple as I hold her breast.

I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Her nipple is like a hard nub between my lips and I gently nibble with my teeth, causing Maisie to emit a low slow groan.

I change over to the right, the nipple already jutting and I’m now fully aware that a hand is inside my shorts and making itself at home with my cock but not yet inside my boxers.

My free hand is rubbing and squeezing her left nipple and I’m gauging just how firm to be with her.

A little ‘oooh’ sound let’s me know I’ve just found what could be the peak of her pleasure point and start of pain. I venture no further and maintain the firmness as is.

I want more and more of her breasts.

I’ve waited long enough but things are moving on and have shifted up from first gear to second and we are at that point of ‘which way to go’.

Maisie decides for us.

“Oh Rich”, she says. (I’m Rich now!). “Yes!”

I’m sensing that either she’s never had her breasts and nipples toyed with and enjoyed as much as I have just done or is a fan of what I’ve done and hope to do again in the future.

“Maisie, you are amazing”. Actually what I’ve seen so far is amazing and I’m hoping everything else is just as good if not better.

“Thank you”. She playfully squeezes my cock. “May I?” she asks almanbahis giriş as she looks at my face, the look of pleasure painted all over it.

Oh yes Maisie, you most certainly may. You can do anything! She doesn’t wait for an answer.

Her hands slowly lower my shorts. I could have gone without boxers this morning or even stayed in my sweat shorts but I at least made the effort and got dressed.

She pushes them down and they drop to the floor as I step out of them.

“Lay on the bed”, she tells me, “I want you!”

I lay down as I watch Maisie take off her dress, a mix of unbuttoning and arms going around until she was near naked, just a pair of panties remaining — I say panties — more a thong of fabric enclosing the delights front and back with just a waistband.

I look at the rest of Maisie — her navel, pierced and her tummy is not quite flat and firm but a slight bit of fat that is amazingly sexy.

Her hips, again, not the perfect athlete body but perfectly shapely. Her legs are perfect and down to her feet I look as I spy a toe-ring — very retro.

Everything about her is wonderful and just what I like — all in proportion with amazing breasts.

My viewing is broken up as Maisie sits on the bed and reaches for the waistband of my boxers.

“Nice!” she says, as she lowers them, my smooth cock coming into view for her, not quite springing up like a jack-in-the-box but slowly rising like a flower coming up in spring.

She pulls them down and casts them aside. I get today’s award for being the first to be fully naked.

Her hands get to work first, gripping my cock mid way and slowly stroking it back and forth as she looks at me and smiles, seeing my reaction — my face a mix of smiles and looks of amazement.

Her other hand, cupping my equally smooth balls, weighing each up as if a piece of fruit, then gently she squeezed. I forgot how all of this feels but my memories soon return as I watch Maisie slowly lower her head.

She takes a hand and grips both my balls then draws back the skin on my cock, revealing the glans, mine shaped like a pointy helmet, a dot of pre-cum already there.

But instead of sucking, she gently blows air across the tip and then gently licks it. Talk about raise my senses — I almost leap off the mattress as the sensuality of the cooled air and feel of her tongue make me shiver.

I hear her laugh then she slowly takes the tip of my cock between her lips and I feel her tongue licking at the head momentarily until she lets it drop, a trail of saliva between it and her mouth.

“You like?” she asks. “Your cock is wonderful”

“Yes…” and with that, her lips encircle my cock once more as she slowly works her way down towards my balls, gradually sucking to half way down the shaft and easing back up to the head, her tongue eagerly dancing as it switches from licking at the tip, being swept around my shaft or licking her lips as she goes.

I look down to where she is sat beside me on the bed, glimpsing my cock appearing and disappearing into her sexy mouth over and over, her hands, all the time stroking as she sucks and I will admit I’m in heaven. I wonder how much she can take before she gags? Maybe something for another time.

You know when you have those moments where time stops, the thing you’re doing takes over every sense and reaction you have, well this was one of those moments.

I’m laying on my bed, I’ve an 18 year large breasted goddess feasting on my my cock while my balls are fit to bursting and she is well and truly in charge of me.

Maisie shifts around, nudges my legs apart and kneels between them. She looks up and gives me the most wicked smile I’ve ever seen, all the time her hand maintaining it’s grip.

She lowers her mouth again, sucks and then rubs my cock head over her lips, slobbering and coating my cock with spittle.

Her head bobs up and down rhythmically, the pace changing from sensual and relaxed to frantic and intense, my groans rising and falling in volume and pitch as she changes up and down the gears.

Usually at this point, I take over and my cock gets to join the action and I try to sit up but Maisie pushes me back with her free hand.

“Stay still,”, she whispers, releasing my cock from her mouth. “Enjoy”

I don’t need telling twice. This is out of this world.

She’s back to sucking hard on my cock and I’m gripping onto the bed.

She continues to suck and stroke, suck and stroke, her grip a little tighter now and, usually when I’m on my own in this moment, I know what is coming next.

Actually I do know what’s coming next.

If this was snakes and ladders, I’ve just climbed the big ladder to square 99 and I’m about to win!

I sense Maisie does too as she grips my ball sack tighter between her index finger and thumb, holding me there in the ring, while her other hand strokes harder and faster.

Again Maisie changes her technique — whoever has taught her has done a fine job — her stroking swaps almanbahis yeni giriş for a clever twisting and turning motion of my shaft, two hands now, one clockwise, the other anticlockwise and then alternating.

Occasionally she twists with one hand and strokes back and forth with the other. This is the best cock pleasure I’ve ever experienced and the pin is now well and truly out of the grenade.

Lowering her head, Maisie takes the tip of my cock back between her lips again.

God they look good with a cock between them.

I look down to her while groaning and moaning as I see her go for the finish — her mouth now at least half way down my cock, head quickly bobbing and hearing her breathing and sucking sucking sucking.

As for, me, the point of not return is moments away. “Oh my God I’m going to cum!”, I exclaim!

One hand is now going up and down the shaft, tip to base, over and over, faster and firmer, the other one again gripping my sack hard. I feel a twinge there as she grips them hard while pulling them downwards.

Maisie’s mouth releases it’s hold on my cock as she sits up. The grenade is thrown. Take cover!

With a smile, she urges me to the finale; “Go on Richard. Cum for me! Cum for me!”

My encased balls twitch as I feel the explosion of my cum blasting up the innards of my cock and jettison inches into the air in large spurts, landing on my stomach and legs.

One big load is followed by a second and a smaller third wad of cum ejects from the end of my glans. I call out in ecstasy, shouting her name and looking at her, all the time seeing her smiling.

Maisie gasps and exclaims in excitement, “Yes!” as a final load of my orgasm this time slowly takes flight from the tip of my cock.

I lay there, talking nonsense, gasping for breath, as Maisie continues to milk my cock, her hand not stopping until she feels my erection soften and my breathing return to (almost) normal.

“That was lots”, she says, “I’ve never seen a guy cum so much or hard”. I’m not just any guy obviously. I’ve never gauged how much cum I do emit but it did feel like gallons.

Her tongues licks the remnants of cum from the tip of my cock and then she sits up and runs her finger through the pool of cum that’s collected at my navel.

She dips a finger in and tastes.

“Mmm yummy”, she says and smiles at me, offering her finger to my mouth, a little of the salty liquid remaining that I lick clean, being a taste that I can’t say I’ve never experienced before.

(Come on — all guys have tasted their own cum at times and those who say they haven’t are liars.)

I reach to the bedside table for a box of tissues and offer them to her but it seems she has other ideas, now licking and lapping at the cum on my stomach like a kitten, taking it all into her mouth and swallowing.

Eventually she cleans me up with a wipe, all remnants of my penile emissions cleaned away, though the smell still lingers and her cum-coated lips glisten.

“Wow”, I say, still laying back on the bed. “I wasn’t expecting that”.

“Nor me,” Maisie responds, pushing my legs together and motioning for me to move across the mattress so she could lay on her side next to me, her face resting on my chest and looking up at me.

—

“Well, that was one way of saying thank you for breakfast”, I joked. “And not what I was expecting”.

“You better cook me more breakfasts”, Maisie jokes, looking up at me, a wide smile across her angelic face.

“Anytime”, my response. I’m now in that male post-orgasmic state, needing to take stock of what has just occurred while my cock rests a while, me knowing that no matter what is done to it now, it will be disinterested and soft for at least a quarter of an hour.

I can feel Maisie hugging me. I love the feeling — it kind of makes me think and hope that this is more than just sex.

For me, it’s something I’ve not felt for a long time and had almost forgotten.

Her fingers toy with the hairs on my chest, a finger occasionally rubbing my nipples, them hardening to what looks like firm cherry coloured pimples on my chest. They are nothing compared to Maisie’s and I can see hers have softened a little while we both rest up.

“That was certainly something lady,” I say to her. I’ll be honest that by now, I’m usually either putting the kettle on or my clothes, depending on the situation, sex often over and done with in ten or so minutes.

Maisie feasted on my cock and sent me into space for well over 20 minutes or potentially longer. I wasn’t timing her. I had no such desire.

“It’s not usually like this”, Maisie tells me. “It’s usually just quick and done in moments”. We think alike.

I know she’s referring to Tom but I feel it wrong to mention his name. “I want someone who makes love to me Richard, not just sex or a quick fuck”.

“I make love every time”, I told her, trying not to sound too corny. I realise that, compared to the boys and probably other girls of her age, Maisie is a lot more mature and wants more, as she says, than just quick sex.

I wonder where her oral skills developed? It’s not quite the moment to open that query as Maisie sits up.

Is that it? Has she done and ready to leave?

“Do you have any more orange juice?” she asks.

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Part of this story was inspired by another story on this site, which triggered memories of my own, similar experiences some years ago.

It is therefore, obviously, a fictional tale.

Traffic. The bane of modern life I thought, as the cab inched toward the junction leading to the city. Four hours sitting in an airport waiting for a delayed flight, one and a half hours to fly a thousand kilometres and four hours to crawl the final few miles. I had been awake for nearly thirty hours now, having come off a night shift that morning, before we set off to the airport.

This was turning into a disastrous weekend before it had even started and I was wishing we’d stayed at home.

My girlfriend Meryl and I were in Hamburg on a short city break, just relaxing in a big city for a few days, trying to escape the boredom of life in a small town in a northern winter. I know Hamburg fairly well, having visited for work on a number of occasions so, for me it was just a way of escaping life’s monotonous routine and to get to know my latest girlfriend.

I met Meryl a month or so before this trip. I was at a party with another girl and saw this pretty teenage girl with short dark hair, dressed in tight jeans and with a large bust struggling to break free from a tight top. Her boyfriend was too drunk to stand and my girlfriend was chatting to her friends so, when I saw her slip outside I joined her, to escape the fetid atmosphere inside.

We talked easily, Meryl starting the conversation by moaning about her boyfriend, making it clear to me that she was about to dump him. We chatted for about half an hour, with Meryl sipping daintily from a large cocktail and overtly flirting; licking her lips, fluttering her eyes and frequently touching my leg, holding my hand and running her hand around my neck. With her hand once again behind my neck she gently pulled me in for a kiss.

With her tongue halfway down my throat and a hand gripping my groin, I knew that this girl was something special and we went on to have sex in the begonias, to a soundtrack of loud music, accompanied by the sound of her boyfriend being ill coming from the window above our head.

Two weeks later, we were a steady couple and looking to move in together.

Two weeks after that and we were finally arriving at a typical international hotel in the centre of Hamburg, looking forward to experiencing life together for a few days.

I was exhausted and just wanted to have a few beers and go to bed, but Meryl, always wary of putting on weight and maintaining her figure, wanted to visit the gym or go for a swim.

Hotel reception gave us the run down on their facilities and Meryl’s eyes lit up when he mentioned their sauna and fitness suite.

In the room, bags thrown in the corner, Meryl dug out her swim suit for the sauna experience whilst I explored the mini bar, explaining to her that she didn’t need one.

German saunas are different to those in England I explained. Towels are mandatory and swim suits prohibited. Essentially you must be naked in the sauna, so should be prepared to sit next to other naked women, and men.

I knew, from previous work trips, that this hotel had a spa area run by a very stern middle aged woman, the Saunameister, who insisted that everybody behaved by her rules, which was the traditional way; be naked, sit on a towel, wear flip flops or slippers and don’t talk.

Thankfully, once you were in the sauna, nobody enforced the don’t talk rule, but nobody was ever allowed in unless they had a towel, footwear and were naked.

This was fine by me, having spent many a lonely hour watching naked airline cabin crew. It was a good way of getting to chat with the girl who had just served me drinks on the flight over, only this time she was stark naked and accompanied by three or four of her friends.

It was unusual to get lucky with any of these girls, they had seen it all before and were cynical of any men approaching them, but it was an hour or so of free titillation before I wandered over to the red light district in the Reeperbahn to join my work mates, who were paying for the same thrill in the strip clubs and with the same chance of success.

Meryl was now fussing around, seemingly nervous at the thought of sharing a space with naked men and beginning to have second thoughts, but I put her mind at rest by explaining that the hotel seemed half empty and it was late, so the spa was likely to be empty.

We stripped off and donned the white cotton robes and hotel slippers, Meryl keeping her briefs on underneath her robe. I smiled, knowing that the Saunameister would normally check that everybody behaved themselves and stuck to the rules. In truth, the Saunameister would have gone home hours ago, but the locals can be quite offended if the rules are broken.

“Take them off, they check!” I told her, laughing as she reluctantly slid off her panties.

“I’ll have to shave then, I’m not going commando with a weeks stubble.”

This was unexpected. almanbahis I anticipated her sitting in the sauna with a towel in her lap, but she clearly expected everybody to be scrutinising her snatch.

So, freshly shaved and clinging to my arm, she excitedly rushed out to dive in and swim naked in the deserted pool. I conveniently forgot to mention that you were expected to wear a swimsuit in the pool, hoping to compound her embarrassment when she realised she was the only one naked, but she swam alone, while I explored the saunalandschaft, as they grandly call the spa area. which was huge, taking up the entire basement footprint of the hotel, with a lot of new equipment replacing older areas. Thankfully, the gym was closed for refurbishment.

I helped myself to towels and beckoned Meryl to join me in the sauna.

It was very hot, dry, and dimly lit. A palace of raw pine, It was also empty, which Meryl seemed disappointed by.

We placed our towels on the lower benches and spread ourselves out, sweltering in the dry heat.

The heat and lack of sleep soon started making me feel drowsy and I drifted off for a few minutes, eventually waking as the door opened and a large plump man strode in, his large dick swinging from side to side.

He was middle aged, large and hairy, with a completely shaved head and an old fashioned moustache. I watched as his eyes darted to my girlfiend’s crotch, a smile on his face, presumably because he glimpsed her freshly shaved snatch on display as he opened the door.

Meryl automatically crossed her legs and placed her hand between her legs.

“Guten Tag” he grunted as he spread his towel on a bench directly opposite Meryl, turning his back and leaning over, laying out his towel, before changing his mind and moving it up a level, clambering up and leaning over again, giving my girlfriend an extended view of his hairy backside and large dangling balls before finally turning to sit.

He sat gazing vacantly over our heads, his cock hanging down like an elephants trunk, large testicles laying either side to complete the impression. The change in position was clearly no accident, as he now had a height advantage over Meryl, looking down at her, meaning that he could easily look at her without her seeing him, and with his cock now at her eye level.

Despite his large frame and walrus moustache he made an impressive figure, being muscular underneath the fat and, even I had to admit, that cock was impressive. No wonder he wasn’t shy about being naked and now made no attempts at hiding his manhood, letting it hang over the wooden bench, within arms length of Meryl’s face.

I sat back and half closed my eyes, secretly watching him occasionally glance down for a quick peek at Meryl’s crotch and tits, his moustache twitching with desire.

She seemed quite relaxed about the situation, but was now leaning back against the wall, eyes closed, soaking up the heat. I guessed that she had leaned back to prevent his cock from poking her eye out, but she seemed comfortable enough and was clearly not bothered by him watching her, her arms laying by her side now, legs relaxed and stretched out before her.

My eyes closed once more, and after a while the German started a conversation with Meryl. He switched to fluent English, but with a thick Bavarian accent and she was struggling to understand him. His hearty laugh echoed through the sauna as I slipped into deep sleep.

When I woke again, Meryl was standing, re-arranging her towel before sitting back and openly staring at his cock. When she noticed me awake, she closed her eyes again, waiting until she thought I was dozing before slowly opening her legs, giving the guy a first class view of her freshly shaved pussy.

I was shocked, but decided to see how far this would go, so closed my eyes and rolled my head away just as she glanced across to me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the German’s cock starting to stiffen. As it rose slowly he grunted, noticing me looking and covered it with a towel. This only made his arousal more obvious as the towel rose like an Indian army tent with the flaps open, making Meryl stare at the tent pole, open mouthed. The German apologised in German, but chuckled, with Meryl quietly giggling in return.

I started to make light snoring noises to add to their presumption that I was asleep. Through half closed eyes I could see her glancing between me and the guys cock, which he had now started to push down, in an attempt to minimise his embarrassment.

I heard him mumble another apology to her and to my astonishment she leant across and whispered something back, before tugging at the corner of his towel and opening her legs to give him another flash of her slit. They both laughed quietly.

Constantly fighting the urge to sleep, I took another look some time later. The guys towel was now on the floor and he sat proudly holding the biggest erection I had ever seen, with Meryl smiling at him, her legs wide almanbahis yeni giriş open, one hand covering her pussy, the other raising a finger to her mouth, telling him to be quiet and not wake me.

I was struggling to stay awake and despite my concerns, once again drifted off, half thinking that it was a dream.

Some time later, a noise made me wake and open my eyes again.

The door was slowly closing and the big guy was standing, sprinkling water on the coals, steam hissing and rising around him. He clambered back up to resume his buddha like pose, stroking his now flaccid cock, smiling to himself.

Meryl was nowhere to be seen, presumably back in the pool, I thought and dozed off again.

Some time later, Meryl shook me awake, saying that she was too hot and wanted to leave.

Looking blearily round the sauna, I realised that the guy had left and we were alone so, being horrendously hot, I thankfully left the sauna to jump into the icy plunge pool and then into the main pool for a swim.

Meryl seemed to have lost all inhibitions at this stage, wandering around the spa area naked, with her robe draped across her arm.

She called the lift and beckoned me to join her, rushing me out of the pool.

As soon as the lift door closed behind us, Meryl dropped her robe and pulled mine apart, pulling at my flaccid cock. Still dripping wet, all that was on my mind was sleep, but Meryl clearly had other ideas. We kissed passionately as I roughly fingered her pussy lips which felt swollen and massively wet. She groaned and came immediately, just as the lift doors opened.

The sauna session had clearly made her incredibly horny and she picked up her robe, holding it to her breasts before dashing for our room, fumbling in the robe pocket for the key card to open the door.

Once inside, fully awake now and with my cock rising fast, I pushed her roughly onto the bed before plunging into her puffy wet pussy.

I pounded frantically, all the while wondering why her vagina was so red, swollen and extremely wet.

Then I had a thought; maybe I fell asleep a bit longer than I imagined and Meryl and the guy had………. no, that couldn’t have happened, surely.

I cleared my mind of that thought and pounded away at her, Meryl gripping me tightly, nails digging into my backside, screaming out to fuck her harder, deeper. She was so horny she came again in minutes. I kept thrusting hard and fast, not holding back. A few minutes later she came yet again, her pussy clamping onto my cock as I ejaculated into her pulsating hole.

Finally satisfied, Meryl fell into a deep sleep, while I lay there wondering what had happened to my girlfriend. I was initially attracted to her because, as she would put it, “I can’t help it, I’m a horny little whore at times”. We also enjoyed each others company, both outside and inside the bedroom, but I had never known Meryl come more than once. For some reason, I had just made her come three times in quick succession and that set me wondering.

Tonight she really came true to form, she was extremely horny and I wondered why, and what had made her pussy so swollen?

Laying next to this little sex bomb I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, smiled to myself and wondered what she was dreaming of, while making a mental note to make her visit the sauna more often. It clearly made her incredibly horny.

The next morning she told me that she wanted to sleep in. She couldn’t face walking round as she was so sore and tired. She also thought she might have

a urinary tract infection, which would explain the puffiness I thought and why she felt so tired.

So I ordered cranberry juice and natural yoghurt from room service to go with her continental breakfast and went down to the buffet alone for a full cooked breakfast.

Back in the room after breakfast, Meryl surprised me by suggesting that I go out alone to explore, so she could relax a while. We could then maybe go sightseeing together later that day.

I reluctantly agreed but once outside, realised that the weather was grey and wet and, knowing Hamburg well, did not want to wander the Elbe river in the rain, freezing my balls off. I briefly considered a quick trip to the Reeperbahn but it was too early, so returned to the hotel, taking the lift down to the leisure complex.

Checking into the leisure and spa area, a swim seemed to be a good idea, before taking a sauna, so detoured to the pool area.

Stripping off and picking up a robe I wandered to the pool edge, looking around aimlessly.

A pair of elderly ladies in flowery caps were the only swimmers, cruising up and down together. They swam in unison, laughing and chatting while doing slow lengths of breast stroke. I allowed them some room and dived in to swim a few fast lengths before resting.

I noticed one of the women looking at me as I climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge. She was short and plump with an impressive chest, almanbahis giriş her breasts bulging from her swimsuit as she turned for another length, smiling at me.

I briefly thought about following up on that smile, as I have always had a thing about large breasts on older women, but decided to leave them to their swim and head to the sauna.

Peering through the window, it seemed to be empty except for our friend from the night before, the well hung German guy. Not wanting to spend half an hour being envious of his manhood, I wandered off, heading toward a steam room tucked away in a corner, which I had seen but never used before, so decided to try it out.

Hanging my robe on the hooks, I opened the door and stepped inside.

Clearly an older part of the otherwise modern looking spa area, this was a tiny round room, completely tiled in white, with two small tiled benches. There were discarded towels all over the floor, which I kicked to one side of the door, swearing under my breath at the lazy shit that had left them there.

The steam room would hold four people at best and was so steamy that I couldn’t see the opposite wall, even though it was only eight feet away.

Sitting on the curving, tiled bench and relaxed, I allowed the heat and the steam to envelope me.

In minutes I was drenched in sweat and roasting hot.

The door suddenly opened and the short tubby swimmer entered. The steam cleared briefly to enable me to admire her body. She was now naked, those gorgeous breasts bobbing and swaying gently as she pushed the door closed. Without the swim cap, her short dark hair framed an attractive face and she looked completly different from the grandma I had imagined as she swam past earlier.

Admiring her naked body, I guessed she was around fifty, with a plump but sexy form. Smiling a welcome, I discretely watched as she fussed around in the mist, trying to keep a discrete distance from me in the tiny cramped room.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she sat down opposite me, closing her eyes and soaking up the steam. Although plump, she had a firm body with no sign of a sagging stomach or drooping breasts, which seems all too common in older German women. She clearly had not sunbathed regularly during her life and still had soft white skin.

I also noticed that she had a totally shaved pussy, which I thought rather daring for a woman her age, making me wonder at her life away from here. Did she shave for a husband, or for cleanliness, or maybe because she secretly hoped to show herself to strangers, Strangers like me perhaps?

Sat almost opposite me, her pussy lips came into view when her thighs briefly parted as she got up and moved toward me. Unsure what was about to happen, I froze and looked into her eyes as she said “Entschuldigen” and reached across me to pick up the water hose.

Heavy breasts swayed inches from my nose, even though I had leant back as far as I could. I had a sudden urge to cup them with my hands and give them a kiss as they momentarily hung before me but thought better of it, although my cock twitched at the thought.

She expertly turned the tap and stood back, spraying cold water at her bench before reaching across me again to return it to it’s holder, then sitting back gently on the now cool bench. I briefly imagined her pussy lips kissing the cool tiles, before composing myself by standing up and spraying my own bench with the hose, giving my balls a quick cooling down before closing the tap.

We sat there sweating and dripping together in the haze for around ten minutes, not saying a word but occasionally exchanging glances and polite smiles. My glances mostly concentrated on her tits and pussy, which she made no effort to cover.

Her head was back with eyes closed, towel around her neck, hands by her side and feet firmly planted on the floor, allowing her knees to sway apart as she relaxed, giving me tantalising glimpses of her pussy.

With a sigh, the woman stood up and reached over for the hose, once more spraying her bench, then her body, before reaching to turn the water off.

This time I held out my hand to take the hose from her, but she leant across and fumbled around trying to put it back herself.

Looking up I realised that her eyes were focused on my cock, not the hose and I couldn’t help but smile as our eyes met. She looked away guiltily, put the hose in my hand and thanked me before sitting back down.

The sight of those breasts and the thought that she was eyeing me up made my cock swell and I tried to surreptitiously move it between my legs, noticing her suppress a smile.

After another few minutes, she muttered “Ach, es ist heiss”, getting up again to reach for the hose to cool down.

This time she removed the towel from her neck, her breasts swaying as she did, before drenching herself, directing the water to her neck and across her shoulders, dreamily closing her eyes as the cool water ran down her body.

I watched, fascinated as she turned to face me before turning away, then back again, confined by the tiny space. She seemed to be oblivious to me and moved with the practised slow sexy movements of a night club stripper, stretching her arms above her, turning slowly with eyes half closed.

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This story is complete fiction from ideas developed by the author. All names are fictitious and events portrayed have not occurred as portrayed.

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A widow gives a home to an orphan teenager and over the next two years they fall in love.

North Norfolk, England UK. 1970’s

Martha is a middle-aged widow who works as a catering manager at a residential home for students of Agriculture and Horticulture, a place where young men and women can come for a one-year course to learn the basics of working in those areas. At the end of the year each student is helped to find a job and Peter was one of those, he was 17 when he came to her and she treated him very well, gave him nice meals and did his laundry and cleaned his room he had secured a job as under gardener at the local Hall, a country mansion owned by gentry. He was not able to find lodgings immediately and so Martha offered him a home with her until he became older and wanted to look after himself. During the two years he had been with her they became very fond of each other and now that he was nearly 19 it could be said that they were falling in love. Both recognised this for themselves but they did not quite know how to treat it. When he first came, he was very much the young lodger, he was polite, helped her with all the chores, naturally looked after the garden and kept a couple of rabbits. Now two years older he is a strong young man, muscular from his work and had a healthy complexion, although not of film star quality, he is good looking and has a figure most girls would find attractive. Short blond hair and clean shaven, he was well thought of at the Hall. He was beginning to take the man’s role around the house, locking up at night getting Martha a cup of tea in the mornings. They shared all of their life events with each other and tonight Martha had told Peter how upset she was because someone she thought was her friend had been rude and snubbed her, she had been in tears when he came in, and tonight their shrouded love for each other would break out and they would really find out what they meant to each other.

Peter came in to find Martha in tears.

Peter put his arm around her, “Yes I know Martha, but I am sorry I was not here to talk to you when you were upset.” He kissed her cheek. She turned to him and kissed him on his lips, a warm kiss that surprised him. She leaned toward him, and her hand fell onto his thigh, quite high up. He was struck motionless and then her hand moved higher up his muscular thigh. He was now getting aroused as a second kiss locked onto his lips. She realised what effect she was having and was inwardly pleased that she could still do it.

“Thanks Peter that was lovely, shall I continue?”

“If you like.”

Martha was excited by this response from Peter and kissed him again. He was now quite aroused, and she knew it. In fact, her hand moved to cover him and she squeezed him hard. He flinched and she had now turned to face him, sitting on the edge of the seat. She took his shoulders and pressed them down onto the arm of the settee and the placed her body across his. She felt heavy on him, but he liked that, her breasts were on his chest now and his arms were around her holding her to him, he allowed his hands to move under her jumper and across her back, a back quite sinewy from years of arduous work and yet so warm. He allowed his hands to move upwards, and she sat up so he could take the garment off. It fell to the floor; she was now hand inside his trousers finding his cock in his boxers. She soon had it out into the open air, and he now had her bra undone and it joined her jumper on the floor. What gorgeous breast she had, they were so full and quite heavy in his hands. She undid his belt and ripped down his trousers and boxers, he kicked them to the floor, she stood up and dropped her skirt and knickers, a full bush appeared, his hand went to it and found that she was expecting him, it was wet, warm, and inviting. She lie with her bottom over the edge of the seat and before he knew he was inside her warm pussy, feeling it pulsing on him drawing him in further and further, his full nine inches was soon lost in the tunnel behind that gorgeous bush. He fell his balls draw up and pulsed repeatedly. She gripped him just like he had never imagined. He had finished and she was satisfied.

“Thanks Peter that was good, I feel like a real woman again, you were marvellous.”

But Peter felt he could go again, and Martha suggested he lie on the floor, his head on a cushion from the settee. He did as he was told. Martha carefully straddled him, and he was now fully ready. She found the opening for him and gently but firmly lowered herself onto him, inch by inch she took him till her hair was flat on his pelvis. She just moved a little to make them both comfortable, he was about to experience a second a second spurt but Vera knew what she was doing, she slowly raised herself from him and just gripped him as she did so. He was experiencing almanbahis the actions of a woman that knew how to treat her man. She was giving Peter the very same love and care and attention as she had given him all the time he had been with her but now she was doing it to him as a man.

She continued to ride him, slowly with long strokes, she loved the full length that he was giving her, his hands were clutching her breasts fondling them, holding them, and making her feel so good. Often, she would stop with him fully in her and just feel the pressure of him against her limit, he would push some more and then they both felt the stretch. He did not want this to end, but Martha was tiring a bit and she sunk onto him again and let her full weight fall on his pelvis, she stayed still but knew that soon he would groan, his hips would buck, and he would fill her again, she was right. Peter’s genitals emptied once again and again and again and then Martha started to move again, she would take him to pain as he had no more to give and she did that, he asked her to stop bit she kept on moving until his blood returned to his system and he shrunk back to size. She get off of him and leaned forward all of her chest on him and kissed him again. He put his arms around her and hugged her to him. Till they both were exhausted.

Eventually Martha got up and said, “I am going for a bath, coming?”

Peter did not reply but just followed Martha up to the bathroom, she plugged the waste pipe, turned on the taps, and added some bath salts, “You get in first.”

He did as he was told and she followed, being the gentleman he took the tap end, drew up his legs and she sat with her back to him, he put his arms around her and fondled her breasts, with the soft water on them they felt so good, he cupped them in his hands and squeezed them gently, they were firm and full, they would have been absolutely perfect twenty years ago, but now they were mature, felt like breasts that held so much love and now she was letting him have a good share of that love. She leaned back against him and just enjoyed his sensuous soft touch, she wanted to stay but the water was getting cold, there were two soft bath towels waiting. She stood up and turned around, and he did the same. They hugged and just stood there hugging, neither really knew what was happening, but it was so good for both. He held her hand as she stepped out onto the mat and then got out himself. They took a towel each and began towelling each other down. She was so gentle around his cock and balls, and it felt just like he had remembered in his early years but now it was for real with a woman who loved him and was thrilling him minute by minute. He did the same to her and paid special attention to her breasts and tum, she felt so good, wherever he touched her she felt good. Eventually the hairy spot and he felt she was still so wet. He took a flannel warmed it in the bathwater and washed her pussy, removing form it the last of what had once been his. He dried it so carefully. They were both now so dry and they held and kissed.one of those passionate kisses that they had enjoyed from time to time, when perhaps they both wished that they would lead to where they are now.

She reached into the bathroom cabinet, and took a bottle of oil from it, she gave it to him, “Bring this and taking his hand she led him to her bedroom. She spread a clean towel onto the bed and lay face down on the bed, “My back and legs please Peter, sit astride me, take as long as you like.”

He did take a long time, her back was so firm and almost muscular, her shoulders strong and broad, he let his hands massage them for about ten minutes and then moved down to her spine. Her vertebrae were clearly defined, and he gently massaged each. He moved down to her legs and made much of massaging the inside of her thighs and then up and over her buttocks. He finished with her feet.

“Your turn now, lie on your face.”

He did as he was told, he saw no reason to object. She sat astride him and let her full weight sit on his buttocks. The insides of her thighs gripped his torso, and her hands began to work on his shoulders, they were strong kitchen hands that felt a little bit rough, but he liked that, she had both hands around the nape of his neck and squeezed and pressed her thumbs into the back of his neck finding his spine. That felt so good. She moved down and worked her way down his spine and reached his buttocks. She received the same strong treatment, but then something he was not expecting, she parted his buttocks and found his anus, oiled it quite liberally and began to finger it, finger in a little at a time, it felt so good for him. She found what she was looing for and gently began to tease it, gently and then a bit firmer. He felt that his end was beginning to get a little wet and then as she worked, he began to flood and when she felt he had enough, she gently withdrew her finger. “There now you are my real man.”

Shall almanbahis giriş we get into bed, she got in first and he followed, the hugged and kissed, she pushed back the covers and disappeared under them and soon he found out where she was. Her soft mouth gently took him in, and she drew him into her mouth, he was growing by the minute, she acknowledged this by sliding up and down his shaft. Soon she was upside down on the bed and she straddled him, lowering her pussy toward his mouth. He had no idea of what to do but his tongue was out and soon inside her. His lips felt the moisture coming from her and he licked it up, his tongue found her clitoris and it became hard and he worked his tongue over it, again and again and soon she orgasmed, and her thighs gripped his head and her hairy clutch was over his nose and her flooding pussy covered his mouth. He swallowed every drop. Soon he climaxed and her vacuum on his cock increased as she drew every drop from him, she just waited till he went down and then allowed him to slip from her lips. They went back to the bathroom for a rinse and teeth clean. They went back to her room and stood naked in each others’ arms and kissed a lover’s final kiss. “Luke this is all part of your maturing, no young man should go into marriage without knowing how to treat a young wife properly, there will be more lessons, but back to your room now.”

“Thanks Martha I appreciate what you are trying to do, and I will learn from you. See you in the morning.”

And at home there was a more relaxed approach to their moving around the house. She would go to and forth the bathroom in bra and pants and he would wander the landing in his boxers. It seemed so natural now and it gave a more contented presence to their existence. Sometimes they would stop and caress, but it depended on time of day and how busy they were. But as ever, they slept in their own rooms with the doors closed.

It must have been 3 weeks after the first episode that Martha was ready for her second teaching session.

They had just finished a light tea and were sitting in the lounge to a downpour outside, it was early June.

A cup of tea and a biscuit and she asked, “Fancy a bath and an early night, sort of sleepover?”

“Yes sounds good to me.”

Lets have a bit of a cuddle first to get in the mood, she had only a blouse over her bra and Peter set about undoing the buttons. He bent and kissed the top of her breasts, and she kissed the top of his head. “Shall we go up?” she suggested.

He let her go first and she went to her room and he to his. She came out in a negligee, falling open and he in his boxers. She ran the water with bubbles almost to overflowing and they adopted the same positions as before. He sat down with his legs apart and she with her back to him between them. He pulled her back to him and passed his arms around her and held her breasts, they seemed fuller and heavier than last time, but he fondled them for ages, kissing her neck as he did so,

He let his hands travel down to her tum, again, well padded and firm. He pushed it in and went down further. He wanted to get his fingers in that hair, feel it, pull it gently and find the groove in it that was her love machine. He found the source of her excitement and began to stroke; she began to stiffen and force herself back into him. He held firm pushing back against her and gripping her firmly, till she orgasmed.

He held her in a supportive way until she recovered and then began to scrub her back. She felt so good, her body and back were firm and strong, he remembered from last time when he massaged her. She must be feeling what was happening to him and she shuffled her bottom back against it, she knew she was cramping him, but she loved to do that. In the end she relented, moved forward, and found him and stretched him out. She pushed back his foreskin and revealed the head and ran her thumb over the end, he flinched, it did not come out that often except when he helped himself. She did not stop, and he began to weep a bit she felt it so silky on the end of her thumb. He was getting used to the sensation now and enjoying it. Eventually she stood up and turned around her hairy bush was dripping wet and clinging to her body, he put his hand up and stroked it, smoothing it down. She put her hand son his shoulders and leaned it toward his face, he was ready, but it felt so soapy, so he only lightly kissed by his closed lips.

She handed him the flannel, give it a wash Peter, please. He soaped the flannel, squeezed it out and began to wash her, she parted her legs to let this happen, he made a thorough job of it. She was appreciative and sat down while he stood up and she did the same to him. She was so gentle and stretched him out and washed, pulled his balls down to the limit and washed, found his little hole at the back, and washed it deeply. He was so excited now.

“Step out Peter and help me please, they each took a towel and worked almanbahis giriş on the other, he puffed talc over her, and she did him too. Then she took his hand and lead him to her bed.

It was a hot night and so they lay on the bed with just a sheet over them.

They were in each others’ arms for ages and kissed gently, She lie quite still, she was waiting for him to make love to her but she was not going to tell him, he must work for his treat tonight. The penny eventually dropped, and Peter gave her a passionate kiss while at the same time fondling her breasts, he bent to kiss her nipples, and lingered as he ran his tongue around first one and then the other. Then with his hand gently on her tum he kissed her again, not a forceful kiss but a kiss that said I love you and I want you. His hand moved to her breasts again and his thumbs fondled her nipples both at the same time, she was beginning to move her hips and he moved down to kiss her tum, licking it while his hand was till grasping one of her breasts. He went up to kiss them again and take the nipples one by one into his mouth and bite them gently. While doing this his hand moved to her hairs, pulling them, and twirling them between finger and thumb. The one finger went to uncover her clitoris and he started to fondle it, she was breathing gently now, a little deeper with each breath. He went down to her and licked her slit, it was wet and warm so soft, the hairs parting to reveal two soft warm lips, gently parting. He held the lips apart while he played his tongue inside the softness of them and felt them exuding their wetness meaning she was ready for him. But he had not had enough here yet, he pulled her hair into his mouth clutched it with his teeth and pulled on them. She was beginning to breathe heavily now, and she was wishing that he would take her. “Take me Peter please, take me!”

He did not want to keep the lady waiting he pulled himself on top of her took his member in his hand. Guided it into her, slowly, just so that she would be comfortable, but she was ready for him and took him with ease, he sunk all he had into her and held it there, he knew what would happen and if he was to get a second go, he needed to let it come. And come it did, pulse after pulse, but he held himself there, she pulled him to her and held him so tight, she wanted to wait until he was hard again, and it did not take long. He began again, long slow strokes, almost falling out and then back again to the end of her tunnel and then some more, then with all the farm boy energy he had he went into overdrive he was in and out so fast that Vera was gasping for breath, she was being shagged as the boys would say like never before, her husband never had this energy, not could he keep it going for so long, until then at the end he slowed and then gently held himself to the end and came in her again, not so much this time but enough for them both to feel that it had been a special time.

She pulled a blanket over their warm bodies; they cuddled and fell asleep ’til morning.

Peter came round at his usual time of about half past six and his Martha was still asleep. He slipped out of bed quite quietly and got himself washed and dressed ready for work and took her a cup of tea to start her day. She was awake now and he placed the tea beside her bed. He kissed her gently on the forehead.

“Thank you for last night Peter, it was heavenly.

“Let’s hope not. Is that the end of the training now?”

“No I don’t think so you will need to be able to sustain the effort, so we will see when the time is right for your third lesson. Have a good day at work.”

He did have a good day at work, and he felt comfortable with what was happening with him and Martha.

Two days later when he got home from work she asked Peter, “I have an old school friend who was widowed about the same time as me and she wants to come to stay for a few days, will that be alright.”

“It is your home Martha, does she need my room or something I can see if I can stay at Cromer if you like. What is her name?”

Marguerite Batten, like her name she is a bit elegant, nice figure and everything, you will like her Peter.”

“So, you want me to stay then?”

“There is no need to leave, she can sleep in the spare room if you help me clear it a bit, sort of square things up.”

“Let me go in there, she can have my room.”

Her response was, “No a better idea would be for me to go in the spare room, you stay where you are.”

“Alright when is she coming?”

“Next Sunday and wants to stay for a week.”

“That’s fine, nice weather, we could go out in the evenings if you like.”

Vera made arrangements for Margie, as she called her, to arrive on Sunday, Peter would pick her up from the bus. 6.15pm at the Green.

He was there on time and as this tall, elegant lady got off the bus Peter saw that she was a different stamp from Vera, how on earth were they at school together. He stepped forward to meet her and help her off the bus with her case, it was quite heavy.

“You must be Mrs Batten; I am Peter here to take you to Martha’s”

“Hello Peter, thank you so much with the case it is quite heavy I know, but no challenge to a beefy young man like you.”

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“God, look at this place.” I whispered to myself as I shut the car door behind me.

Stunning glass and metal wrapped his home from one end to the other. The forest surrounding the place giving it the feel of complete privacy. Trying to see if I could peak inside through them but the trees not giving any secretes from their reflection.

Just stunning.

The door was open just slightly and I made my way inside.

“Hello!”

“In here.” His voice came from the back of the house.

I followed it. Everything was simplistic, white and black, just hints of color popped with subtle decorations and painting. It really was breathtaking.

I came to view of him standing in the kitchen popping a bottle of chilled wine.

“Hi.” I blushed. “This place in incredible.”

His smile reached the ends of his ears. “Thank you. It was a long build with plenty of challenges but I am very proud of it.”

He walked over handing me my glass, clinking the two together. A sly smile forming his face.

“This is delicious.” I gulped more than half down. More for Dutch courage than anything else.

“Sit.” He commanded motioning me to the huge grey dining room table.

“Adam, I don’t quite know why I am here, or why you would want me here. I feel more confused than I have ever been in my life.” I confessed. Trying to get the obvious look of nervousness showing on my face an answer.

He sat back and smiled widely.

“Tell me Michelle, why is it that you think so low of yourself?” his eyes squinted.

“Its not that, I mean, sure I look ok. But I am, plain and boring. I mean have you seen yourself.”

His eyes swept slowly from my face down to my feet and up again. Like he was really trying to see what I see. I could immediately see how hungry he got.

He licked his lips slowly and smiled back at me.

I broke the building tension. “I don’t do well with games and I am not ready for anything serious. I have… Baggage you know.”

He took the wine bottle and filled our glasses. Placing the bottle down, he got up and put his hands on my thighs trapping me to the chair. His face almost touching mine.

“I want you to hear me now, Michelle. I am not here to play any games, at least not with your mind.” He smiled a wicked smile at me. “I want to show you more pleasure than you have ever dreamed of. I want your body to explode every time you are around me. I want this body to melt at the sight of me. I want you to explore what this beautiful body is made of. I want to give you all of this and I expect nothing in return except that you open your mind and body to me. What comes of that we’ll see. Don’t put a label on anything.”

He leaned in and kissed me hard. My shoulders slumped and I felt totally relaxed and comfortable now.

“Come.” He straightened up and held his hand to me.

I took it standing close to him. He smelled incredible. I could already feel my belly warm.

“Take a good swig, Your gonna need it.” Handing me my glass, a wicked smile returning.

I took my glass from him and downed it all. Challenge accepted I thought. He laughed at me and led me to his room.

I was led to the front of a very large mirror in front of his four poster bed. He turned me to face it, standing behind me.

“Look at you Michelle.” He breathed on my neck pushing my hair out the way, trailing sensual kisses down my ear lobe. Unbuttoning my shirt and exposing my bra.

“Look how beautiful you are.” He pulled the shirt off my shoulders and slid his hand down my spine.

I could not keep my eyes off him. Fuck he is sexy.

“Look how your body responds to me.” He unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the ground and unhooked my bra. His hands coming too slowly around to massage my aching breasts.

“Hmmm.” God that felt great, my head fell back against him.

“Fucking gorgeous.” I looked back up and found him staring right at me.

I tried to shift but he stopped me.

“No. Don’t you ever dare cover yourself from ever again. You are beautiful… ” Kissing my neck “Sensual…. Fucking desirable… Just feel baby. Let go.”

He slid his hand down inside my panties finding the sweet spot he was looking for.

“god you feel amazing, see how wet you are for me baby.” He purred softly.

“I need to know how far I can push you Michelle. I need to know if you can take all of it. Everything I want to give you. Everything I want to show you. I need you to know that I will never hurt you. Do you understand me?” He was asking me through the mirror.

“Yes. I understand. I know you won’t.” I replied.

“I want to show you pleasure beyond anything you ever dreamed possible but for that I need your complete trust. Do you trust me Michelle?.” Something dark lured in his eyes.

“I trust you.” I admitted.

“Then almanbahis say it. Say you want it all. I need to hear it.” He pushed.

“I want it all Adam, every single thing you want to do, I want it. I don’t want you to hold back. I want to feel everything. Show me my pleasure please.” I meant every word.

Down to my core I did not care what he did to me, because I knew everything I thought I knew was about to change.

And I was craving it.

“Good girl.” His dark smile curling his lips.

“Come.” He pushed me slightly back almost against the bed. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

He came back into the room and handed me a bit more wine. I gulped it down. Smiling darkly at me.

“I am going to tie you to the posts Michelle. Then I am going to blindfold you. I want you to get out of your head and just feel. Do you understand?” He removed two restrains from the bedside table.

“Like the movies? I see you have taken notes.” I teased him. Watching him work the restraints.

He scoffed. “This will be nothing like those movies Michelle, like I said, everything you think you know, I am about to change.”

Oh my fuck. As anxious as I was, I was more excited and turned on than I had ever been my entire life.

Attaching them to the top of each post. I offered my wrists freely. The cuffs were leather bound but soft and padded on the inside. They were very comfortable.

Pulling on the chains my arms pulled up. I am now completely unable to move my arms. Staring at myself in the mirror, I was in awe how attractive this actually made me look. Maybe just the wine making me feel so brave, but it felt so easy and natural. I gave off a small smirk.

Standing behind me now he picked up the blindfold and looked at me in the mirror from behind me.

He bit his lip and gave me an intense dark smile. My body burning for him to touch me.

“You ready baby?”

“Yes.”

He slipped the blind fold over my eyes. Complete darkness. I could sense him move around me. Smell his body. He put some music on. It was rough and sexy and slow.

I felt him come to kneel in front of me now.

He pushed his whole face into my crotch and took a big breath. Breathing back out the warmth of his breath, heating my whole body.

“Fuck, I could smell you all day.” He pulled my panties down almost violently.

Lifting my legs and throwing them over his shoulders. His fingers straight to the point. I could feel two fingers on my lips.

His fingers split my lips completely open, exposing me in a way I have never felt. I heard him moan in appreciation. And then I felt him blow into my sex, a cool breeze and suddenly his hot mouth consumed me.

Oh my fuck. I buckled pushing my pussy deep into his face. This was extraordinary.

His tongue eating and devouring as if it were his last meal.

“Fuck my tongue baby. Cum in my mouth. Let me taste you.” His words were my undoing.

I exploded. My whole body ruptured. He stood now not letting my legs fall and rammed his hard cock deep into my belly. Letting me ride my orgasm out on him.

“That’s it, good girl.” He kissed me deeply.

Suddenly I felt warm, too warm. Too much.

Something was out of place.

Hands where logically there should be no hands.

A body, standing behind me, but how? Adam was still locked between my legs.

My Body stiffened. Not quite comprehending what was happening.

“Sshh baby. First I asked you to trust me. I meant it when I said I wanted you to feel the full potential of pleasure. I asked you to be open. And I promise to never make you uncomfortable. I will have your full consent before anything further happens. Tell me you understand?”

I understood perfectly now. There was someone else here. Standing behind me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Every instinct telling me to fight and run, say no and scream. But I have never been more fucking excited either.

I had a day dream once what this would feel like. And now, right now, it’s within reach. Could I do this? What does all this mean?

“Get out of your head Michelle, just feel.” Adam encouraged. “Submit.”

“Say yes.” The new voice purred in my ear, soft and masculine. It sent shivers down my spine.

His body, pushed against my back now. I could feel he was tall and strong, hard and firm.

His hands came over to my breasts now. Massaging and squeezing. He kissed my neck and my body burned hotter than ever before.

Adam still inside me moved very slowly.

This was fucking everything.

“Yes, please, yes.” I trusted him. I knew deep down He would never hurt me. And deep down I had never felt more comfortable or safe in my life.

“Good girl, now feel all of it.” Adam started ramming me again.

New guy slid his hands down to almanbahis giriş my clit. Stroking, while Adam pounded.

It didn’t take long and I came harder than I have ever. The feeling of two men all over me was enough to send me into the dark abyss.

“Let go baby, I am going to claim your ass now. Do not be afraid. I will not hurt you.” New guy said.

My heart skipped a beat, I was scared but I wanted it.

I wanted all of it.

I heard him squeeze lube into his hand and he massage my ass generously with it. A finger popped in.

Oh my fuck.

He breathed against my ear. “Ready?”

“Yes.” I was, more than ready.

He slid in gently. Easily. Which confused me, as I did not feel too much pain. Only complete fullness.

Adam in the front. Stranger in the back. They started moving together now. Both breathing heavy.

It felt incredible.

In that very moment my whole life felt like a lie. In that moment I knew that I knew nothing about my body and the utter pleasure I was capable of.

We all moved in rhythm. A perfect symphony. We fucked and we came together.

“jesus Michelle.” Stranger breathed.

“She’s fucking perfect.” Adam adored

Stranger moved my face and kissed me deeply. Letting me go he removed my blindfold. Letting me stare at him in the mirror.

“Hi.” He smiled wickedly at me.

Fuck me.

He was gorgeous.

He had short hair. A perfect body and dark eyes. Unshaven.

“Meet Gabriel.” Adam smiled to his friend.

I blushed. “Hi.”

Adam’s beautiful ass in the mirror. Still inside me.

Lord how did I get this lucky.

“You approve?” Adam said almost concerned now.

“More than. Thank you. That was incredible.”

“We are not done with you yet amore.” He winked at me.

I liked him immediately.

Adam moved now to remove the restraints and they both slowly slid out of me. Making me wince slightly.

“You OK?” Gabriel asked. Helping stabilize me.

I could barely stand after what I had just experienced.

“No, and I am totally ok with that.” We all laughed.

“Come, lets go get some dinner and get to know each other. Its going to be a long night.” Adam kissed me hard on the lips smiling like a kid in a sweets shop. It was infectious.

Gabriel moved and pulled his shirt over my head. Leaving the rest of my body naked.

They both pulled on boxers and Gabe motioned for me to piggy back on his back for the walk to the kitchen. I took the offer gleefully as my legs were still shaking.

I giggled all the way, feeling more content than I had ever in my life.

Adam made dinner while Gabe and I caught up at the breakfast counter watching him.

The conversation flowed easily and I found myself more than attracted to both these men.

Gabe had a very charming romantic nature about him, constantly kissing my hand or squeezing my thigh. He was a childhood friend of Adams. They met when his dad moved the family to Italy when he was young and had been inseparable ever since.

“So no judgment, but how does this work? I mean I know you are not gay, obviously.” I giggled. “Are you guys bi?” I was genuinely curious.

They both laughed. “No, not at all. I mean, I sink Adam is a very attractive man but ah not my type. I choose the body of a beautiful lady any day.” He winked at me and I could see hunger building in his eyes.

Oh my.

Adam came over to me now. Leaning in very close. “Gabe and I are not like most, we are not threatened by each other. I mentioned you to him after our first meeting…”

Fuck, he spoke about me.

“…And I could see the hunger in his eyes the same as I saw in my own. He mentioned that he would not mind meeting you himself and we spoke about it. And agreed that we would leave that up to you. This was actually not planned like this.” Adam smiled at me.

“Gabe was only supposed to fly in tomorrow. But seems my friend here was in a bit of a rush. When I went to the front to get the wine I saw his car pull up and I simply opened the door and walked to the room. He got the rest all by himself.”

Adam started moving his hands up my thigh. “There was something so carnal and fucking hot watching you get off with both of us.” His finger slid inside me then. “Fucking hot watching you cum for me, watching you cum for us.” He was breathing right on my lips. “I want to watch you cum over and over again.” His fingers diving deeper and deeper, making me squirm where I sat.

“Will you cum for us again baby?” Adam implored.

My hand instinctively pulling Gabe to kiss me while Adam finger fucked me.

Gabe joined now too. His hands making his way up my thigh too. Sliding his own finger in.

Holy shit.

They were both caressing, touching, playing.

I couldn’t take almanbahis yeni giriş it anymore. My head fell back and I came silently holding them both hard.

“jesus.” I staggered to get my breath back. They both put their fingers in their mouth and suckled.

“You guys are going to kill me.” Gabe kissed me hard.

“Death by pleasure.” His eyes dark.

We ate dinner talking and drinking. I kept waiting for the awkwardness to come but I never did. It flowed easy and naturally. Like we had all been lovers for years.

“I think it’s time to make our way to the hot tub.” Adam said giving Gabe a knowing look. I knew too. And I couldn’t wait.

Gabe smiling grabbed another bottle of wine on his way. I got in and turned to look at them both watching me. Eyes already devouring me.

I stood still, confidant. Removing the half wet shirt slowly over my head. Giving them both full frontal view of my naked body.

“fuck, amore I want to lick every part of your body.” Gabe said dropping his boxers. His huge erection proud for me to see.

“Fuck doesn’t describe it my friend.” Adam’s eyes eating at my body too.

I held out my hands for them and they both stepped in. surrounding me.

I pulled them both to my face and kissed them both. They never flinched. Three tongues playing, kissing, devouring. And I felt like it was all for me.

I was greedy. I wanted more.

I grabbed the bottle from Gabe’s hands and started pouring the cold wine over my body, over my breasts, slowly. They took the hint and both started to suckle on my nipples. Drinking the wine and me in.

My body starting to burn under their touch.

“I need you inside me Gabriel.” I pulled his chin up and kissed him hard. Turning my body away from him to position myself behind him. Pulling Adam in front of me.

“I want your cock in my mouth Adam, Sit.” I commanded.

Adam kissed me hard. Smiling and sat on the edge of the hot tub. I moved forward giving Gabe the best view.

“jesus Michelle.” And in and instant he rammed himself in me giving off a huge moan of pleasure.

Sending waves over my body too. I moaned back. Taking a huge swig of wine to cool my mouth, I grabbed Adams cock looking him dead in the eyes, I lowered my mouth over him taking him in fully.

“Fuck baby. Yes.” Adam threw his head back. Licking his lips.

“jesus you suck cock good baby. Just like that. Look how beautiful your mouth looks with my cock in it. You’re fucking gorgeous Michelle.” I sucked harder. He tasted so fucking good.

Gabe ramming me harder I could hardly contain myself. But I very much wanted to show the boys the pleasure they had shown me.

I moved my head faster. “Stop Michelle, or I am going to cum in your mouth.” Adam warned.

I looked up at him and smiled wickedly back. He got the message loud and clear.

“FUCK!” He moaned loud throwing his head back while his hands pulled my head deep into his dick. He tasted sweet.

“Naughty girl.” He kissed me deeply. Tasting himself on my tongue.

“Hmmm, you taste amazing.” My eyes totally lustful. “Gabe’s turn.” I said winking at him and he smiled back at me.

I stood straight pulling away from Gabe. His eyes hungry for the blowjob coming.

“Oh I would like that very much baby.”

He sat and I repeated the same wine cooling and pushed him deep into my throat. A groan of ecstasy passing his mouth.

“Fuck, yes. So good baby.” Gabe purred.

I felt Adam kneel behind me suckling my aching pussy now.

Fuck me, this was what heaven was made of.

I sucked Gabe harder and as I did Adam did too.

“Ah fuck Adam. Yes. Harder. please.” I screamed.

He fucked me harder. Ramming deeper and deeper into me. The pain sending me over the edge once more.

“Fuck, Michelle!” Adam, finding his own release.

Gabe suddenly exploded into my mouth as Adam got up and rammed his hard cock into my pussy. I came loudly. Gabe grabbing my face as I moaned, ramming his tongue into my mouth.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. I want more. I need more. Please.” I begged.

“Hmmm, That feeling is mutual baby trust me. We are going to fuck you till the sun comes up.” Adam helped me out the hot tub, throwing me over his shoulder. I laughed as he slapped my bare ass.

“Stop, I want a lick.” He made Adam stop and I felt Gabes face push into my pussy from behind. Holy hell, how am I still hot for these guys.

“Hmmm, I like that.” I said.

I could sense his pleased smile. And Adam smiling back at him.

Another slap found my backside.

“Ow.” I yelped.

They both laughed as we head back to the bedroom.

Adam threw me onto the bed. I turned ass in the air on purpose to give them the best view of my ass and pussy, teasing. I knew exactly what I was doing.

Positioning myself at the top of the bed turning very slowly.

Both men watching me from the foot of the bed.

They turned to each other, giving a huge devilish smile to themselves.

Both turning simultaneously, they crawled onto the bed beside me…

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Hey everyone, I’m open to more ideas and suggestions to continue my stories, this is my last story as of now.

Thank you for the input on my previous stories. I realize my errors, and have made efforts to improve!

Hope you enjoy, and please leave some suggestions, comments, or reviews if you wish to! I appreciate valid criticism.

I still don’t have a perfect category for this, but bear with me until I change the storyline or something in that fashion.

All characters are over 18 years of age.

Roshni was the typical Indian housewife, a mother to a beautiful 10 year old son.

However, she was an exception to conventional society. She was divorced, and had full custody of her baby boy, separated from her husband a few months ago. Their marriage was on the rocks for a long time, and they finally made the decision, having an amicable split despite the custody battle.

With her liberation came a change in her mindset. She was never a sexual person, having grown up in a conservative family all her life, letting her husband take the lead in bed, all of those 2 mins. She never browsed porn on the net, and didn’t even know that she was experiencing pathetically sub standard sex. Her husband had never taken the care to even lick her out, nor take the effort to please her, ever. Always rolling over a minute into their ‘love making’, never once giving her an orgasm their entire marriage, and she didn’t even know what one felt like.

Finally free of her somber relationship, whenever her child was tucked in bed, she decided to make a change, now eagerly passing the time by looking at an assortment of porn videos, and she found herself in awe at the content available on the internet. It truly opened her eyes, in every sense of the word. Over time, she especially loved watching interracial and cheating wives’ movies, with these topics exciting her like never before.

She was still too conservative to go out actively looking for some dick, even though her recent endeavors had awakened her desires, and contented herself by jerking off on the internet for now.

Now, coming to Roshni. She was an absolute knockout, and she couldn’t even hide her voluptuous plump MILF figure under her conservative clothing. Her beautiful tits were humongous, a supple 34DD, and though pretty saggy owing to her years, were still big enough to wrap any enthusiastic mouth or dick around them for hours. Her huge brown nipples were highly sensitive as well, and unknown to her, they could even be used to bring her to orgasm if manipulated at the hands of an experienced man.

Her ass was plump and tight, and her rigorous yoga and gym routine ensured that, her hip thrusts getting better with time. It was hugged deliciously by her leggings, and was a delectable sight when she was out on her morning runs, drawing the eyes of every jogger she breezed past by. They were in the shape of a heart, and even caused her delicious cunt lips to pop out from behind, encouraging most joggers to keep pace behind her. She had long brown hair, with caramel highlights, a common case when it came to most westernized brown women, and she wore it long, like most Indian women. They touched her mid back, and her strands were naturally wavy and silky. She wore it free most of the time, wanting people to know she was unmarried, and it framed her face beautifully, fanning out behind her, coming down in waves. While she was working out, she always clipped it up, drawing her silky tresses into a high ponytail, and then the only thing differentiating from a westerner was the color of her skin, her boobs jiggling up and down all through her run, her ass swaying erotically all the time.

She had an ethereal facial structure, blessed with good genes, her cheekbones narrow, but not too hollow. Her forehead was not too huge, and she used subtle makeup regularly to accentuate her features. Her eyes were a radiant brown, reflecting her recent happiness. She had huge pouty lips, and only increased their allure by often coating their soft flesh with heavy red lipstick, the only ‘slutty’ element to her overall attire.

Despite her looks and abundant goods, she never bore them to the public, always dressing modestly, in saris and sets of salwar kameez, making sure to buy dupattas and pallus that would cover her heaving breasts, which still showed enough of her goods, despite her best efforts.

And lastly, her pussy. The dream of many of her school friends, once upon a time, and still the dream of many of her workmates. Immediately after her ventures into porn and the ending of her marriage, she made the courageous decision to shave her pussy hair, which literally resembled a jungle. A taboo in her society, she had never dared to experiment with her pubes, and always presented herself as such to her husband, a dutiful wife. However, she was enraptured with her idea of a woman unleashed, and decided this would be the almanbahis first radical to step to achieving that. Her pussy flesh and lips were now devoid of even 1 strand of hair, and it was clean like a baby, allowing for unobstructed access to her inner folds. A situation that her nimble fingers made amazing use of. Her clit was like a big button, and her g sport remained untouched, hence, she didn’t even know of the pleasure she could receive.

In other words, she wanted the whole world to know she was out to hunt, and ready to mingle.

She had been working at a construction firm for 4 years now, based as a financial analyst, drawing a comfortable salary, more than enough to save and support her son at the same time. He had one weekly visit with his father, and she had no problem with that, as long as she didn’t meet him.

However, even though she was at a good position in her life, she wanted something more. She was financially sorted, and wanted to take some risks, and truly live the life of a single woman.

These were just thoughts, and she had done nothing till now to materialize them.

Until today. Browsing her LinkedIn, she came across an open position, and felt like her jaw dropped to the floor. Literally. It advertised for a script writer, but that was not the terrifying part.

‘Want to be a script writer for India’s first ever premier Porn studio? Submit your application here!’ and just like that, Everly Studios, the company popped up.

The features and amenities provided were exorbitant, and the pay sounded too good to be true. She knew that porn stars got paid heavily, guiltily remembering how she knew the information, having watched so many casting couch videos, secretly acknowledging it was a fantasy of hers to undergo such a screening.

And that fact fed into her, pulling her to open the job application, skimming over its perks. It looked like a great job, leave aside the perverse nature of it and the taboo mentality associated with such a company and position, but she was now a changed woman, and her mind was already made up. She was going to submit herself as a candidate, it wouldn’t hurt to just apply anyway, she thought.

Right before attaching her resume, she flinched. There was a description at the bottom, which looked suspicious. ‘In addition to a script writer, you will be made to perform many more tasks, which you will be informed of in our interview. We look forward to viewing your application!’

Thinking no more of it, she forced herself to go back to work, drawn into her tasks of the day, managing the accounts of the company. She was so busy that she forgot to check her personal mail, and swiped up her phone to check notifications only 2 hours later.

And there it was. The email from Everly studios. Hurrying to open it, she first made sure no one was walking to her office, and shockingly, even to herself, she pushed the remote, closing the blinds, and locking the door.

Opening the mail, she read its contents.

‘Dear Roshni, thank you for your application. Though you are older than our typical applicant, We are pleased to extend an interview offer to you, and if you decide to accept, please be here tomorrow morning at 10 pm. You will be thoroughly informed of what our demands are, but only after we vet your character and commitment.’

‘We do have 1 command, however. It must be clear to you we are a porn enterprise, a pioneer in the field. Hence, we ask you to dress accordingly, and we expect minimal clothing on your beautiful body. Your pictures definitely enticed us, and we want to see you presenting yourself to our liking, hence, when you show up tomorrow, we want you in a summer dress that reaches below your knees, and no type of lingerie will be seen on you, under that dress, we want you in your birthday suit. You are free to accessorize yourself as you wish. Until then, Team Everly.’

Leaving no room for discussion, the newly divorced wife was shocked to her core. She had never been ordered around like this in her life, not even by her husband.

And yet, her body spoke for her. If anyone looked through the blinds, they would see a beautiful dusky South Indian woman furiously rubbing herself through her skirt for all she was worth, staring at her laptop.

She didn’t even realize that her fingers were stroking her clit, they had automatically pushed her silk panties aside and inserted themselves into her folds, shocking her more than the contents of the mail.

‘Hmm, maybe I am a bit excited by this.’ She thought.

Eager to get back from work and plan her decision, she worked in a haze, and the next hours passed agonizingly slow, as if they knew she wanted to escape her plush office.

6 hours later, she got out her car and walked into her home, greeting and indulging her son, helping him finish his homework, feeding him his dinner and tucked him into bed. As soon as he was snuggled into the bedsheets, this time, she locked the door, almanbahis giriş not wanting his innocent mind to get a whiff of what she was doing. His naughty mother. His slutty MILF mom, sinking to these depths. Divorced from his father, and engaging in these perverse acts.

It took all of 2 minutes to make up her mind, and the next 10 to pick out the sluttiest dress she could find in her wardrobe, perfectly matching their expectations. It had a short hem, and a beautiful flowery pattern, which cleverly concealed her private regions, she could atleast take some solace in that. She then informed her office she would be late the next morning, which was no problem, everyone understood the rigors of a single mother, especially the struggles faced by a one in India.

Laying it out for the next morning, she dozed off into a fitful sleep, excited at the prospects of what would transpire.

The next day

Awake at 7:30, she even woke up before her alarm. She was so excited she could feel her shivers through her bones, running through her body.

She woke up Dhruv, and patched him off to school in the next 20 minutes. Good. Now she had no more stress to get ready.

Stepping in to the bathroom, she slowly started unraveling her naughty mind, getting into the bathtub with a pair of razors and a new can of her favourite shaving cream.

Lying in her nude form, her thoughts were fleetingly jarred back to her husband, EX-husband, she reminded herself. She was preparing herself for someone else, worse, someone that she didn’t even know or had met yet, quite readily at that.

Turning on the water, it became a bubbly mass in seconds. Drowning in her feeling of bliss, she settled in to the warm feeling, at ease with the temperature. Her mind already wading in the waters, she let her hands go down to her fat, fleshy pussy lips, and started thrusting her well manicured fingers into her folds, furiously jerking herself off, hoping that she would truly experience a casting couch situation today. Oh, what a wanton slut she was!

30 seconds and 1 orgasm later, her mind was back to the task at her hand. Taking the shaving cream can, she squeezed a generous amount on her hands, and lathered her crotch. Even though she had shaved just a week ago, she wanted to be fresh down low, desperately hoping that they would ask her to disrobe, as was the norm at such auditions she had seen on the net.

After her pussy was basicaly white with cream, she used the razor to start shaving what remaining hairs resided, but, as usual, needed some sort of hold on her skin. Eagerly diving her fingers in, she held her skin taut and in place, relishing the sensations, and began shaving.

5 minutes and another orgasm later, and she was done. She quickly shaved her legs too, and was about to hop out the tub when a thought struck her. Before her pussy, they would definitely ask to see her MILF tits. What if there was a couple of hairs peeking out? That couldn’t stand.

Happily she repeated the same procedure. It meant one more orgasm for her, after all.

Her big brown areolas now clear of any hair, satisfied that not a single hair currently resided under her neck, she hopped into the shower pad, and fingered herself to another orgasm after cleansing herself of the residual lather that remained.

Towelling herself off, she strode into her bedroom, eyeing her attire with eagerness. She couldn’t wait to feel it on her skin. She only now realized the depths she had already sunk to, so excited she had cum thrice already, not even needing her usual visual stimulation.

Draping her dress on, she was extremely pleased with how she looked. She was sure they would approve, who in their right mind wouldn’t?

Already having a gold chain and bangles on, she only had her makeup and hair left to do.

Applying her blush smoothly, it gabe her a beautiful brown layer, and she lined her eyes with more kajal than usual, giving her pupils a more smoky and sensual look. After finishing applying the rest, she pulled her caramel brown hair out of the knotted bun she had fashioned while in the shower, and drew her beautiful mane out, thinking about how to wear her wavy locks. She thought of pulling her strands into a high ponytail, it never ceased to amaze her, but deep down, she wanted those producers to know something. She may have been a loving wife, but she was free. Liberated. Taking her comb out, she smoothed and fluffed her mane down, and got out her hair curler. Taking a long piece of her, she rolled it around the curler, and brought it down in circular motions, curling her tresses beautifully.

5 long minutes later, and she was done. Her hair beautifully cascading down to her back silkily, she walked to her front door, purse in hand, slipped on a 5 inch pair of heels, her sluttiest one, and hailed a taxi to the location, aware of the driver shamelessly staring at her long legs through the mirror, trying to figure out whether almanbahis yeni giriş they led to her panties, or straight to those creamy pussy lips.

Paying him off, she got down in front of the location, a posh building in a gated community. It was a townhouse, and looked like the type which would have a pool and garden behind it.

There was a sign on the lawn, Everly Studios. That was it. No explanation given.

Steeling herself, she walked up to the entrance, and rang the bell.

After being buzzed in, she ushered herself into a luxurious waiting room, with a recpetion at the back, where an attractive man was seated, his piercing eyes already on her.

Mustering up her confidence, she strode to him, and announced breezily;

‘Hi, I’m Roshni, and I was told to be here for the script writer interview at 10pm’

‘Hi Roshni, yes, we have you scheduled. I must say, we sure are glad you followed our instructions, you look absolutely gorgeous, and that will undoubtedly help you toward securing your position.’

‘Now, for a quick introduction. As you may know, there are no indian centric porn studios in this country, not even one. We want to emulate those of the west, especially america’s, and have already booked various models and have received serious funding. Of course, most of the time our models will be engaged in performing their job, but there is also a need of an initial script, and that’s where you come in.’

‘You will also be asked to perform some other tasks, after all, you will not be paid just to write 2 to 3 minute scripts.’

‘Please, your interview will start now.’ He said, getting up and opening the door behind him, motioning for her to walk through.

Ushering herself in, she immeditely felt herself getting wet. The setup was exactly like a casting room, with the typical mahogany desk and computer, and the beat up black leather couch, arousing her deepest fantasies.

Clenching her knees together, she took a seat on the couch, waiting for someone to walk in and start her interview.

Making her wait for a good 10 mins, which might as well have felt like an hour for her, Nahid and Adil walked in.

Clearly gym hunks, they both were of a massive build, and looked intimidating, serving their purpose well. They were also extremely attractive, which only made Roshni even more jittery than she already was.

Sporting long beards and figure hugging attire, they already seemed like pornstars instead of employees to Roshni.

‘A good morning to you Roshni! How are you doing today?’ Nahid said jovially. Unexpected.

‘Nervous, but excited to have this opportunity Sir’ She blushed.

‘No worries, be yourself and at ease!’ Be winked.

‘My name is Nahid, and this is my colleague Adil. We are the company’s recruiters, and are tasked with interviews for all positions. I understand you have applied for a script writer, is that right?’ He inquired, followed by a genial smile from Adil.

‘Yes, that’s right sir.’ She affirmed.

‘Perfect, then we can start. Tell me Roshni, why have you applied? First of all, you are the oldest applicant we have, and by quite a long shot. It’s quite incomprehensible that a woman at your age will have ease grappling with even the name of our company for example. The rest are all youngsters who grew up in the New India, and we need to know what your motivation is. Not that we don’t want to have you. It’s always a pleasure to have a more experienced mind and body on deck.’ He elaborated, winking, and giving her goosebumps.

‘Well, first if all, I’m a recently divorced wife. I’m not your typical Indian woman, or atleast, not anymore. I wanted to get out my comfort zone and make a radical change, and of course, the salary appeals to me as well haha. I’m still not really sure what’s expected of me, and I would like to know what tasks were mentioned on your advert.’

‘But of course! Might I first tell you, that we are not paying you a very generous salray only for you to write 20 lines of script for the porno movie introductions.’

‘We will have many other uses for you. We at Everly studios have a different kind of work ethic, and believe it can make our employess happy. Since we are a porn studio, during many shoots, we will be working with the latest sex toys, some of which are fresh off the design boards, given free to us so that we can test them. Think of any toy; vibrators, dildos,sybians,anal beads, you name it, and we’ll have it. Since our models will be busy- uhh- let’s say it as busy with their own toys, we need people willing to test them. Hence, this is where you come in, Roshni. You will act as our in house beta tester, along with your colleagues. A majority of your peers are women, and I guess it isn’t so hard as to guess why.’

‘During your work hours, for example, you may be seated at your work desk with a butt plug or a vibrator inside that MILF pussy, buzzing away and delivering innumerable pleasure, while at the end of each week, you will be asked about their performance. The toys we receive cater to various categories, but we will get you started on the most familiar ones, such as those plugs, vibrators or dildos. This is our first requirement. Did you hear us right?’

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On my way home from work I need to stop at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I must have been a little distracted, because when I stepped out again into the parking lot I didn’t remember where I had parked my car–even though I was only in the store for a few minutes. The lot was not a large one, but it looked unfamiliar. Disoriented, I took my key fob out of my pocket and clicked it. A car honked at me and I got into it. At this point I realized I did not know how to get home from this particular spot in the city. My best bet, I thought, would be to use the GPS on my phone. “Take me home,” told my digital assistant. I followed the phone’s spoken instructions until I came to a house in the suburbs. I pushed a garage door opener in the car and a door opened. I pulled in to the garage, pushed the button again, and entered the house.

At this point I realized I would have to figure out pretty quickly who I was, since nothing had seemed the least bit familiar since that moment of distraction at the drug store. I had never seen this house before, but I had scant memory of any other life either. I didn’t know my own name or what year it was. If I had a wife, then I would have to figure out what my relationship to her was. Instead of panicking, I reasoned that if I could act natural for a little while, then the familiarity of my surroundings might make my memory “click” back into place.

The plump but attractive middle-aged woman standing before me greeted me warmly and said “I made you a martini… Where’s my kiss?” I leant in for a peck, wanting to play it safe, but she put her hands behind my head and opened her mouth. I kissed her back, and our tongues flickered against each other for a few second. She pulled away abruptly as I heard another woman’s voice yelling from behind me. “What the hell? You’re making out with my husband again?” So, I guess the first woman was my sister-in-law? My wife looked like she was about 45 years old, my wife’s sister, maybe a few years younger. Another woman, of about 65, arrived shortly after. From the physical resemblance, I deduced that she had to be my mother-in-law. All three women were short, about five feet tall, with hair dyed blonde and heavy make-up.

The funny thing was, I didn’t think that I was actually married. If you had asked me, I would have said that I lived alone in an apartment, in a different city, and that I was in my late twenties. I tried to retrace my steps in my head before the stop at the pharmacy, but all I could come up with was a generic office building with an attached parking garage. Perhaps if I went back to the drug store and exited the same way I had come in, I could return to my old life–whatever it was. The longer I stayed here with these three women, though, the fainter this image of my former life would become. Did I even drink martinis? After a few sips, I accepted that this was going almanbahis to be my new reality.

My so-called “wife” was not angry after all. Sipping their drinks, the three women chatted amiably about their plans for “Michael” (that must be me!) for the evening. Apparently, they were in the habit of teasing me, groping my butt when I passed by, stealing kisses, from what I gathered from their banter. At this very moment my mother-in-law, sitting next to me on the couch, was resting her manicured hand on my knee. I wasn’t sure yet whether I was fucking the mom and sister, but I hoped to find out soon.

We sat down to dinner: apparently, rare steak with a nice cabernet was my favorite meal. I said very little, not wanting to give myself away, and my wife had a concerned look on her face. After a while, I said “I think my memory problems are coming back. When I went to the pharmacy today, I couldn’t find my car, and I had to use the GPS to get home. It is very strange.” These words, I thought, would buy me some time and help excuse my silence. I didn’t know whether I had had “memory problems” before, but now was a good time to find out. My mother-in-law said she would take me in to my doctor the next day. My wife would call my work in the morning to tell them I would be out sick. Nobody confirmed or denied that I had suffered from any memory loss before.

After two martinis and a couple of glasses of wine, I was feeling a strong buzz. My wife and her family had been drinking too–especially my mother-in-law. While my wife and her sister washed the dishes, I sat with mom on the couch again and she tried to comfort me, stroking my shoulder and face and saying “poor dear.” I was at once anxious about my predicament and excited by the attention of these three women. No memories were coming back, but at the same time my aim now was to relieve some of the sexual tension that had built up since that first kiss with my sister-in-law.

My wife came back in the living room before anything else happened with my wife’s mom. She turned on the tv and we watched an old movie. We had a blanket over our laps and the older woman discreetly rubbed her hand on my cock, through my pants. I tried not to come, but the event of the evening had been overwhelming, so after about five minutes my cock exploded. I tried not to make any noise show any reaction on my face, but everyone in the room knew exactly what had happened. This was probably not the first time she had done this for me.

Apparently, our nighttime routine was for me to give a passionate kiss to both mother and sister before going to bed with my wife. Even though I had just climaxed in my mother-in-law’s dexterous hands, I was eager to have my new wife screw my brains out. Before we went to bed, though, she told me that I had to fuck Evelyn (that must be mom) before I was allowed to get it on with Katy (the sister). almanbahis yeni giriş Ok, so, I hadn’t done either of them yet? “I guess you can fantasize about Katy when you’re with Evelyn, or knowing you, you would probably fantasize about Evelyn when you’re with Katy. I know you like older women.”

***

Since I had no specific memory of having had sex before, I experienced my night with Sandra as the best thing that had ever happened to me in my life. If this truly was my life, then I was the luckiest man alive. I imagine most women take of their make-up before going to bed, but she, instead, reapplied her lipstick and kissed my all over my torso, leaving prints all the way down as she played with my balls with her hand. She put on some more lipstick and gave me an amazing blow job. When I was just about the come, though, she stopped and mounted from above.

***

The next morning Evelyn took me to the clinic.

I told the doctor: “The strange thing is that I don’t think Sandra is really my wife. Nothing about her taste or smell seems even remotely familiar. I only have a vague image of my life before yesterday evening, but I don’t think I am married. If I were, it probably wouldn’t be to a woman almost twenty years older than I am. Nothing at all makes any sense at all to me.”

The doctor frowned and said that, in fact, I had been married for three years. I had been her patient for about that long. As to the age gap, well, Dr. Olivia confirmed what Sandra had told me the night before, that I had always had a “thing” for mature women, including the doctor herself and one of her nurses. She ordered me to take off all my clothes and lie face up on the examining table. Seeing the lipstick prints that Sandra had forbidden me to wash off, she took a lipstick out of her purse, put some on, and added her own marks to my body. I was nervous that Sandra would notice lipstick of different shades all over me, but I thought I could slip into the shower before that happened. Olivia’s complete physical examination of me finished with a quick blow job with her perfectly painted lips.

***

On the way home, Evelyn took me to lunch at an out-of-the-way Italian restaurant. After we were done eating, she broached the subject of the two of us. When I had married her daughter, I had agreed to “service” my mother-in-law regularly, and it was about time I started. “I’ve given you hand jobs every night for a month, and you haven’t visited my room once.” She drove us to a secluded spot in the woods and we began to make out like two teenagers. From our goodnight kiss the evening before, I knew that her style of kissing was sloppy and aggressive. Now she held my head with two hands and thrust her tongue as far as she could down my throat, so that I could hardly breathe. When we made love in the back of her van, she eagerly kissed my neck and almanbahis giriş stuck her tongue into my ear. The idea that I could have a 65-year old woman do these things to me drove me wild. Maybe I had married Sandra just to get closer to her mother? When we got home, jumped in the shower and washed all traces of Olivia and Evelyn from my body.

***

Now that I had fucked Sandra and Evelyn, I turned my attention to Katy. Each woman had her own unique sexual style. Sandra’s was domineering; I had to do exactly what she said. She explored every corner of my body with her tongue before she let me enter her. Evelyn was carefree, unpredictable, and uninhibited. Her drunkenness made it easy to take advantage of her. Katy was self-conscious about her body. She thought she was overweight, but her pendulous breasts were major turn-on for me. From here on, I alternated between the three women. I would go to bed with Sandra, but find that it was Evelyn in my bed. Or I would go to Evelyn’s room, only find to find Katy there.

***

There were certain rules I had to follow in my new life. I wasn’t allowed to jerk off: all my spunk was for the three of them. Every time I came in or out of the house, I had to make out each one of them, for as long as she wanted, whether for a minute or an hour. Monday was my day off; I didn’t have sex with any of them that day. But if a friend of theirs came by, or Evelyn’s book club was meeting, all bets were off. I couldn’t have extramarital (or extrafamilial) affairs, except for massage therapists and other medical professionals who were treating me, or members of Evelyn’s book club. I wasn’t allowed to wash Sandra’s lipstick prints from my body for 24 hours, even if I had a massage or a medical appointment the next day. I couldn’t refuse sexual relations with any of them, or even with any of their friends who happened to be visiting. Evelyn’s elderly friends weren’t particularly attractive, but they all gave great head.

***

At a certain point, I had to figure out where my life was going. Dr. Olivia recommended a therapist, and I started to see Dr. Sylvia. I told her the story of the drugstore and my amnesia, my initiation into Sandra’s extended family, the arbitrary and restrictive rules I had to follow at home. We explored all the possibilities: it didn’t seem plausible that the women had erased my memory to make me their sex slave, or that I had stepped through some time-space portal into a pornographic fantasy universe. The medical tests had not shown any neurological abnormalities. I just had to accept my current life as it was. After all, I was a lucky man surrounded by so many solicitous women. I thanked the doctor, and I told her I needed to keep seeing her until I could figure out how to sort out my life. At our next sessions she asked detailed questions about my sexual life, my fantasies.

Dr. Sylvia game me an assignment: to write a story about my sexual initiation. Since I had no memory of the actual event, the “truth” of the story would be a psychological, not a literal reality. I would discover who I was through the creation of an alternate fictional reality…

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