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Some people have asked me to write about my experiences with my mother as realistically as possible, so here goes…

I’ll avoid any details which would let anyone recognize us, so I’m not going to mention the name of the city where we live, but mom lives relatively close to me since I moved back here after finishing my studies. Not within walking distance, though, so I have to take a bus since I’ve never owned a car.

Our relatives and her friends only seem happy that I’m visiting her more often nowadays like a son should. That hasn’t always been the case, we’ve had our problems and I started keeping distance to her as I grew up. That slowly started changing after the events I’ve described in my texts “Me and My Mother” and “Some Thoughts”, so it might be a good idea to read those first if you haven’t done so already. Keep in mind that this one uses a bit more artistic freedom in the details. I also have to mention mom knows I’m writing and posting these things. Some people seemed to be worried about that, but she thinks this is OK as long as we can’t be recognized, since our experiences could help others.

I always call mom before I come visit her, or she calls me. Previously it was more of the latter, but nowadays I do call her more often than before. She always asks about what I’ve been doing, sometimes a bit too inquisitively for my tastes. That was a problem when I was younger, but I think our newfound sense of closeness is a wonderful thing.

The bus ride takes its time, but there’s only a short walk from the stop to my mother’s apartment. We don’t hug or anything when she opens the door, we have never been like that. We just greet each other. When and mom asks what I’ve been doing and how I’ve been feeling, my answers are reserved, although I try to be honest with them.

Usually we watch TV for a while or a movie. Mom watches even action movies, but for some reason she never remembers the titles so we may end up seeing something she’s already seen before. I practically never watch movies except at her place, so it’s easy for me to find something I haven’t seen. Eventually we may lean closer, maybe kiss a little and if it feels right, then move to the bedroom.

Seeing mom naked for the first time made me incredibly nervous. It still kind of does, but it’s more about the excitement now. As you may remember, I wasn’t experienced when we started, and mom is still the only one I’ve ever been with. I guess she isn’t attractive objectively speaking, but it’s not like I’ve seen many women naked for real, so my mother’s saggy naked breasts with their large areolas and the dark bush between her legs have been strongly imprinted into my mind. You may have noticed that if you have read my stories, I guess…

We used to do lots of missionary so I could get used to it, just with mom begin there with her legs open or around me. We usually still start like that, but now we start changing the position after a while. Cervical orgasms have changed that and made us concentrate on the womb, so we usually go through a few different positions and then change to reverse cowgirl for the finish. It’s great to be with the most important person in your life and try all the different positions before shooting it in.

Some people have also asked me about the first time my mother had an orgasm with me. bursa escort It wasn’t physically any different from our previous sessions, but somehow our emotions just connected at that moment, and that made it happen.

These kinds of emotions can help with the cervical orgasms too. If you really want to shoot into your mother’s womb, and she wants you there, it will happen. Your hips will learn the natural dance which allows the womb to open for you. Now, I have to point out that if you’re well endowed, ramming hard against the cervix can be uncomfortable or even painful to the mother, so don’t overdo it. Getting the cervix to open is most important, the power of ejaculation will take care of the rest as nature intended.

She whimpers softly and my own breath turns into groans. I never pull out, I want to squirt deep into my mother’s warmth where I was born. We always try to achieve a really deep womb shot, which we feel every intimately close mother and son should try together. That is the most important thing, and every time it happens is as wonderful as the first. It is important for her too, because the womb is the center of the relationship between a mother and her son.

It’s always good when I feel her to start becoming warmer and shivering. I need to make mom come so I know her womb will open properly. I have to penetrate really deep and hard to make the cervix open. It’s something we’ve recently learned to do, as I have explained. When the first spurt strikes the velvety walls of the womb, it always feels like the most important moment of my life.

When it happens, I try to hold on as long as I can, moaning something like “Mom, Oh God, oh mom…!” but eventually a long squirt strikes the back wall of my mother’s womb and many more follow at a natural, throbbing pace. The spermatozoa go wild and start their quest. Mom’s thighs twitch and hips twist and her warm shudders make me shoot again and again. I try to instinctively time my thrusts with the ejaculations, every one is important. I couldn’t even imagine having amazing orgasms like this before I became close with mom.

I have to say this is not really the same thing as being lovers, even when there are ejaculations and orgasms involved, as I have tried to explain previously. If you try to act like lovers, it’s probably not even going to work. You have to act and feel like mother and son even during the intercourse, and that means firing into the womb among other things such as a very specific kind of friendly cuddling. She lets me suckle on a breast and I keep caressing her life-giving hips and rest my hand against her womb. There is no safer feeling.

After a shower we exchange some kind words and then it’s time for me to head home. I rarely spend the night since I’m quite busy nowadays. She’s still definitely mom for me, I don’t think of her as a ‘lover’, even when we are at the middle of it. I don’t immediately start thinking about sex when I see her, sometimes it doesn’t happen at all, and the whole thing proceeds like a normal visit with a relative.

Let’s talk more about feelings.

It’s difficult even for someone who has been writing fiction for decades to describe what real orgasms inside your own mother feel like. You feel so safe and warm and comfortable, and eventually it will cause the natural and necessary reactions bursa escort bayan whether you have experience or not.

It’s of course wonderful when mom is warm and moaning and orgasming, and I know it’s me who is causing it. Not only physically, but also specifically because it’s me and not anyone else. The orgasms are easily the best either of us has ever had, so even if we got into some kind of trouble, I’d still say it was worth it. Nothing comes close to these feelings, so it would have been sad to miss them regardless of what anyone else is thinking about this. Life is what you make of it.

Like I already mentioned, a very important skill for a mother in a relationship is to learn how to achieve cervical orgasms. To get to this point, you must penetrate really deep, and your hips must be working in unison. As you might imagine, this is naturally easier with your own mother than someone else.

I can tell you how we do this, because mom agrees it can help others. The reverse cowgirl position works the best for us, because it allows for deep penetration for the son and lets the mother use her hips effectively. Being able to feel your mother’s clitoris as she moves is also a very sensual experience. Once the penetration to the cervix can be achieved regularly with each thrust, you’ll need to feel the tender closeness which allows the mother to reach that deep orgasm which finally opens the cervix and allows the son to ejaculate directly into the womb. The son has to be able to hold until that moment and then ram as hard and deep as possible when the time is right for the both of you.

I would love to see her naked breasts bounce, but in this position I can feel every motion of her hips. I wonder if we could set some discreet mirrors around the room. I have to keep that in mind when we got to IKEA the next time. It would be tempting to use a camera to let people admire how my mother’s hips move and to let them see my balls throbbing against mom’s bush as I shoot into her and post it somewhere, but that might not be a good idea. I’m sure stuff like that has already been done, though. People just assume all the videos are fake anyway, and as long as your faces aren’t visible…

It’s hard to explain how it feels when your mother’s hips are riding you. You know can trust her. She knows what she’s doing, she gave your birth after all. When I feel her shuddering deep and knowing the connection to her womb is open for me. Mom is moaning and whimpering at this point and her own hips are moving vigorously in addition to warm vaginal shudders. She’s warm all over and she’s blushing. I try to hold on as long as possible until the natural and inevitable happens and with a powerful twitch the sperm cells tingling in my balls end up in mom.

“Like a baby’s first kick,” mom has described the feeling of my ejaculation striking the back of the womb. Like my kick, when I was in her womb. That kick is what we always try to achieve when we are together. Mom knows I’m a writer and that details help. She doesn’t read these things, but she thinks it’s great I post them to help others.

Since you wouldn’t exist without your mother giving birth to you, when you come back inside your mother by shooting your sperm into her, your entire life is culminated and concentrated in those few seconds of ejaculation. escort bursa Your entire life flashes like a tingle through your balls, and then suddenly you can hear it shooting into her. Balls resting in her bush, throbbing against her clitoris.

Then there’s the warm glow, the empty feeling in your balls after the orgasm, and the wide-eyed amazement afterwards. “It went in! My sperm is in my mom, for real!” The first time it happens it can be truly overwhelming, because you know everything has changed, and there’s no going back to how things were before that moment. For that reason it can be safer to start with blowjobs. Seeing you swallow can get him used to the idea and the feeling of motherly warmth at the same time.

Now how to get that real first time with your mom? Many people have asked about that, but I can’t give any definite answers, since I have only my own experiences to go by. I can try to give some tips, I guess, but take them as you may. A good start would be to get her to read things like this so she understands how you’re feeling, but as to how to do it inconspicuously is a different matter.

Your mother probably isn’t all that attractive in reality. Wrinkles, flat, sagging breasts, no curves to her body, dark bush between her legs spreading to her stomach and thighs. You still have to respect her, and especially so when she’s on her knees or with her legs open. You have to understand how rare it is that this is really happening to you and what this means to her as a parent. Talk to her. Not too much, but enough so that she knows how you feel about this and that it’s all right for you, and also so she knows when you’re getting close if she’s sucking you. Most women don’t really swallow, of course. You can hint that you’d want her to do it, as long as you’re nice about it and aren’t too disappointed if she doesn’t. If you accidentally shoot in her mouth, you’re more likely to get an angry judgmental stare than anything else.

When she opens her legs for real it can be even more difficult. It may be easier if you let her be on top, especially if you’re totally inexperienced like I was at fist. Just gather your courage and ask her to. Doggy style can also be easier for both of you, but these are very personal things, so it may be the best to agree on the position beforehand rather than at that special moment. Hugging each other close may feel good, but it may also feel awkward, so experiment with it a bit until you’re really going at it. If you don’t intend to shoot it in, you might as well not do the whole thing at all. Otherwise it’s not worth the problems you’re going to get. Also don’t expect too much from the first time. Simultaneous orgasms and such take time and experience at being together. If she’s feeling nice she may give you a blowjob afterwards. Remember everything I said earlier, it applies here too of course. Cuddling and snuggling can be nice, but it’s another thing that can also feel awkward especially after the first time. Just talk about it if it seems neither is really into it.

It also isn’t essential that this happens more than once even if it was good for you. Just one time can be a nice memory which will last for a lifetime, and if it’s your first time in general it can really help you with girls, especially if your mom takes the time to teach you.

Well, this ended up being a bit more confusing and repetitive than I intended, but that’s the problem with these real life things… Remember you have only one life, so it’s better to live it regardless of whatever anyone else is thinking.

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The next morning, the day of the wedding I wasn’t going to attend, Eleanor Kaminski was waiting for me at her back door at 9 a.m. She was wearing a man’s white broadcloth shirt, a little frayed at the collar, and nothing else, like some model in a Swedish pipe tobacco commercial. She unbuttoned it as she led me through her kitchen, and when we reached the hallway she stopped and turned, dropped the shirt to the floor, and knelt in front of me, completely naked.

“I can’t think about anything else but doing this,” she said, yanking at the button on my jeans and pulling down my zipper. She slid my pants and underwear halfway down my thighs and looked at my cock.

“Like a lollipop, you said, right?” She cradled my balls in the palm of her hand, lifting the whole package, then kissed the head of my dick.

“First like an ice cream cone,” I said, “and then like a lollipop.”

She licked around the head, then under it, and I started to stiffen.

“If I do something wrong, tell me,” she said. “Tell me how to do this.”

“Suck it, but softly,” I said, reaching for one of her big breasts. “Try not to scrape your teeth over it too much.”

She held the head of my cock between her lips and sucked at it.

“Take in more of it,” I said, brushing back her hair. “Move your lips back and forth over it, like you’re fucking it.”

“Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm,” she began to move her head.

“That feels good,” I said, looking down. There was almost a kittenish quality about her, a combination of innocence and unselfconscious sensuality, sucking a cock for the first time because she wanted to, because it was turning her on to do it. I fondled her heavy, delicious tits and watched my cock slide in and out of her mouth, her hands gripping my thighs, and it was one of the most heartbreakingly sexy things I’d ever seen.

“Now use your hand, too,” I said, and moved her right hand to my shaft. She looked up at me then, and I made a ring of my own fingers and thumb, held it to my lips, and mimed the motion, back and forth, with a little twist of the hand on the downstroke. She closed her eyes and returned to her cocksucking, trying to do it the way I showed her.

She was a quick study.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed.

She stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Mrs. Kaminski, you’re going to make me come doing that.”

“I want you to come,” she said. “In my mouth.”

She took control of my cock again with her lips and hand, moving a little faster now that she knew that I was close. I held both of her breasts, my legs trembling.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to shoot my load in your mouth,” I said, more to myself than to her, and began spurting jets of semen.

She was moving so quickly now that she accidently came all the way off my cock, and a shot of thick cum hit her cheek.

“Shit!” she said and hurriedly took my pulsing dick back in her mouth, receiving the rest of my load.

She was still sucking and pumping my cock even after I’d finished ejaculating, and I finally had to stop her, my body jerking involuntarily.

“Too sensitive, it’s too sensitive now,” I said. “Stop for a minute.”

She wiped her cheek, looked at the cum on her fingers, and ate it.

“Was that good?” she said.

I lowered myself shakily to my knees and kissed her.

“Mrs. bursa escort Kaminski, you taste like my hot cum,” I said.

“You should call me El,” she said.

I ate out Mrs. K. on her carpeted hallway floor. I knew she was turned on by the blowjob she just gave me because she came fast, the pump being already well primed, as it were. Her pussy was a sopping, pulsing, fragrant mess, and I stayed at it, gently kissing and licking her clit and cunt lips long past the grand tumult of her orgasm while she stroked my head.

“I can’t believe this,” she said.

“Me either,” I said. That was true enough.

“I can’t believe how much you make me come,” she said.

“You’re so sexy,” I said. “I’ve been coming all summer because of you.”

“And your girlfriend.”

“She’s not really my girlfriend,” I said. “When we’re doing things, I think of you.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” I said.

“You shouldn’t,” she said. “You shouldn’t think of me.”

“I can’t help it.”

“It’s wrong,” she said.

“Thinking is not wrong,” I said. “You wanted me to think of you.”

“I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did,” I teased, kissing at her clit. “Every Wednesday I came to cut your grass, you came out looking sexier than the week before. You came out pulling weeds in your tank top, showing me your beautiful breasts.”

“And my ass,” she said. “My big Polish ass.”

“I love your big Polish ass.”

Her breathing was starting to change, like she was beginning to get aroused again. After a pause, she said:

“Do you think about fucking me up the ass?”

I was surprised but kept licking. Truth is, I hadn’t thought about fucking anyone’s ass. Like I said before, I was clueless that straight people did that until Suzie Bowen and I read a few anal stories in her magazines. That Eleanor Kaminski knew of such a thing, given her admitted lack of experience, was a bit of a shock.

I told her the truth, that I’d read people did that, but I hadn’t really thought about doing it to her. “I think about fucking you from behind,” I said.

“Sometimes, when my husband would fuck me when he was drunk, he would tell me he was going to fuck me up the ass,” she said.

“Did he ever do it?” I said. I slid two fingers into her pussy.

“No…” she finally managed between little groans as I picked up the pace. “I think… uuhh… saying it… helped make him… ooohhh… come.”

“Have you thought about me fucking your ass,” I said, pumping my fingers more quickly in and out of her, tonguing her clitoris.

“I have,” she whispered. She moved her hips up and down.

I withdrew my fingers, took both her thighs in my hands, and gently pressed them back toward her, raising her ass slightly, continuing to lick her. I extended the path I was tracing with my tongue over the skin of her perineum. I may have never thought about it before, but the idea was now turning me on, imagining Eleanor Kaminski masturbating to thoughts of me fucking her in the ass. I pulled back a bit to look at the wrinkly brown pucker of her asshole. It was dry and clean. I touched it lightly with the tip of my tongue and Eleanor Kaminski gasped with pleasure.

She hooked her own arms behind her knees and pulled her legs back, relieving me of the burden, and making it clear, I thought, what bursa escort bayan she wanted. I slipped two fingers back inside her cunt and started finger fucking her as I worked my tongue-tip vigorously against the dilating pucker of her asshole, tentatively at first, but then more vigorously once I found I didn’t mind licking her there.

“Oh… fuck… oh… fuck…” she chanted in two-four time.

My cock was pressed uncomfortably beneath me against the bristly carpeting, and I hitched up on my knees a bit to give it some relief and space. Eleanor Kaminski was pulling powerfully back on her legs, opening herself to me as much as she could, rocking back and forth on the floor. I fucked my fingers in and out of her fast. The tip of my tongue was penetrating her asshole ever so slightly.

“Oh, yeah,” I said between licks. “I think you want me to fuck this sweet Polish ass.”

“Fuck,” she breathed.

“You want my cock in it,” I said. “You want to feel me fucking it. You want to feel me fill it with my hot cum.”

“Oh shit…” she gasped.

I licked the middle finger of my other hand and pressed it into her asshole, slowly, slowly, up to the first knuckle.

She started coming, thrusting her ass up and slamming it back down.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” she was shouting, hammering her ass against the floor, the hallway booming with the impact.

I lurched forward and hurriedly replaced the fingers I’d been pumping in and out of her pussy with my hard cock and began fucking her as fast as I could, my one arm bent awkwardly behind me as I tried to keep a finger in her ass. But I couldn’t manage it for very long in that position and finally gave up trying to keep a finger in her ass and just fucked her. The whole episode had me so turned on that I just needed to get my cock in her and drop my load.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Gimme it… gimme it,” she bent her head forward and looked down between the great valley of her breasts and over the rolls of her stomach to watch my cock sliding in and out of her, my hips thwapping against the backs of her thighs.

“Here it comes,” I said. “Fuck… oh, fuck. Take it. Fucking take it.”

I bottomed out in her slippery cunt and began spurting my cumload, withdrew and rammed her again, still spurting, pulsing out seed, dripping sweat. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head down to kiss me. My cock continued to spasm.

“That’s it…” she whispered into my mouth between kisses. “That’s it… Give it to me. Give me all that thick sperm. Mmm…”

.:.

I didn’t know if it had been Eleanor Kaminski’s plan to have sex in the hallway off the kitchen. It may have been that her eagerness to suck me, and the subsequent momentum of things, was too great to pause so we might move to a more comfortable location. I can’t say that I was much concerned about where we did it, apart from the obvious risk of having no warning should Big Ed return unexpectedly from his fishing trip and come through the kitchen door to the sight of my bare ass and swinging balls as I pumped away atop his naked wife on the floor. Now, in the narrow space, only just wide enough for us to lay side by side, we caught our breath and gingerly assessed our respective rug burns. She rolled slightly escort bursa onto her side and touched her fingers to the small of her back.

“It doesn’t feel too bad,” she said. “If I dab a little Vaseline on it, it should be fine.”

“Sorry if I went too rough on you.”

“Mmm, no, that’s the way I wanted it. The way you made me come with… you know, the way you made me come, it was so intense, I just felt like… I just wanted it really hard. I felt a little out of control.”

“Me too,” I said. “When you started shouting for me to fuck you, I just… I had to do it.”

“Mmm…” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt as good as I feel right now.” She was on her side, her head resting on her outstretched arm. One of her big, soft breasts was draped over my bicep. With her other hand, she very lightly raked the hair on my chest with the ends of her nails.

“That’s good,” I said. “That’s… that’s nice to hear.”

“I don’t mean just this exact moment,” she said, sighing. “I mean in general. This summer. This has been… interesting.”

She smoothed her hand down my stomach. My balls and soft cock were cool and more than a little sticky from all we’d just completed, and her hand as she cupped them felt warm. I made a little murmur and closed my eyes. I hoped, however, that she wasn’t expecting me to get it up again and go at it one more time. There was no chance I was going to manage that before I had to leave for my shift at the A&P. She was thinking of something else, though. Or, I should say, she was thinking that I was thinking something else.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she whispered in my ear. “I’m not going to divorce my husband and ask you if we could run away together. I know how this works.”

“I wasn’t thinking that,” I said. In the back of my mind, though, since the day she invited me back after the first time I’d fucked her, I had worried about the possibilities of some emotional component to what we were doing that might complicate things.

“Good,” she said. “Because I would hate to scare you away before you had the chance to make me come as much as possible before we have to stop.”

“Really?” I said. “Is that…is that what you want?”

She laughed a little.

“You were going to say ‘Is that all I want.’ Yeah, that’s what I want. Is that all I want? No, probably not. But that’s all you can give me. And that’s okay. No, it’s more than okay. I’ll figure out the rest of it later.” She was massaging my balls gently now and my cock began to stir. I wondered what she meant by “the rest of it,” but didn’t ask.

“Mrs… El,” I said. “I don’t think I can go again right now. I don’t know if I have enough time.” What she was doing felt good, though.

“That’s okay, I know,” she murmured. “I’m just playing.” I looked at her. Her head still rested on her arm. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing through her slightly parted lips. Finally, she stopped her gentle kneading and sighed, a sharp exhale of finality, and opened her eyes.

“You can come back tonight, you know,” she said. “Anytime you want. It doesn’t matter if it’s late. I know it’s a Saturday and you probably have to do your girlfriend. But I’m just going to be here by myself. Probably naked. Wet.” She smiled.

I sat up and looked around for my shirt, handed Mrs. Kaminski hers. She didn’t put it on but held it over her breasts as she sat up.

“When does Victoria come home from summer camp?” I said.

“We pick her up next Sunday.”

“I can come back later tonight,” I said. “It won’t be too late.”

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Nope he’s not going to do it. Nope he’s not going to do it. Nope he’s not going to… or is he? Is he? His fingers are getting a little shaky, it looks like he is… he is. Now his hands are lowering. So is he, is he going to do it? Is he going– gasp! His fingers have reached the glossy cover. He is going to do it, he is actually going to… okay, now his fingers are going to the bottom of the cover, and now he’s holding the cover with his forefingers, pinching it, ready to flip, ready to turn –

“Oh fuck.” He pulled back his hands and raised them high in the air. “Fuck no,” he whispered. “Fuck no.”

Leicester, England. 10:45pm. Our subject: ‘Liquid’ Larry Holmes; Eighteen-year-old Caucasian male with medium-length brown hair, brown eyes, and a slightly doughy build. He was by his desk, on his swivel chair, and looking at the most vile piece of pornography in human history.

The Argos catalogue.

Not the goods and appliances one, the clothes one. Larry looked down at it with true terror, beads of sweat going down his pinkish skin, sheer horror in his eyes as he looked at the red bubble letters: ARGOS.

The catalogue itself wasn’t particularly sinister, this was just a normal catalogue, but to Larry, it was Hell’s induction manual. To him, it was the most sinful and downright sinister book in the world. The reason why he felt this way, so terrified to even touch the cover of this book, was the fact that someone he knew was inside it, modelling. That person was his mother and he was to find her in pages 354-378.

The lingerie section.

And curiosity had got the better of young Larry. He’d snuck the advanced copy to his bedroom, not knowing why he’d done it, yet feeling sick with himself that he had. Curiosity, he told himself, curiosity was the reason why he had taken the catalogue. Curiosity was all it was. Yes, curiosity explained why his heart rate had shot to the moon and why his cock was growing at the rate of the universe.

To be fair, Larry’s mother was genuinely hot… which isn’t much justification for his actions. Either way, Patricia Holmes had been labelled a Yummy Mummy on more than one occasion, and she justified the title. Smooth fair skin, curled blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, and a saucy smile: that would be the polite description. The lewder man would comment on how nice and large her D-cup breasts were, and how much better her backside is now in her 40s, having grown in diameter and filled out into an eye-wateringly sexy onion shape.

Patricia was a model in her younger years. Nothing major, just stuff for catalogues and shopping channels. Always fully clothed too, in shirts, jeans, coats, those sorts of things. She’d stopped modelling by the time her son came along and from then on referred to her modelling as one of those things she used to do. Then, from completely out of the blue, 18 years removed from her appearance in the Next shopping catalogue, Patricia got an offer.

“I’m going to be doing this in my knickers!” she announced with a huge smile.

Her husband, daughter and son turned from their spots in front of the television and looked at her with shock in their eyes. Larry’s cheeks went red in an instant. He opened his mouth and just made a ‘bah’ sound.

Larry’s raven-haired, pierced-lip sister, Joyce, jumped in and expressed her displeasure. “Are you being serious?” she asked with a hiss.

With her smile still glued to her face, Patricia shook her head. “Yep, it’s happening. I got a call and had the interview today. This American bloke who works for Argos told me I was perfect! Isn’t it amazing? Me, modelling after some twenty-odd years of being a mum!”

Joyce responded with typical teen angst. “Well, I might as well swallow a whole packet of Panadol, ’cause my life is done.”

Patricia frowned. “Oh come on, aren’t you happy for me?”

“YOU!? What about ME!?” shouted Joyce. “What will my friends say when they see it?”

“K-kids don’t look at the Argos clothes catalogue,” muttered a still-shaken Larry.

His sister turned to him. “What?”

“People our age don’t buy clothes from Argos… women Mum’s age or older buy things from it… I don’t think anyone you know will see it.”

Joyce’s rage subsided. “Fine.”

“So you’re fine with it?” asked Patricia.

“Whatever,” she whispered.

Patricia turned to her plumber husband. “Are you all right with it, George?”

The pot-bellied thin-haired man looked away from The One Show, looked at his wife and paused for contemplation. “… Uhh… Will you be showing tits and arse?”

The mention of his mother’s T&A made pendik escort Larry blush. His mother saw it as a valid question.

“No, just underwear,” she said. “Oh, might be in a thong though. No arse shown, I think.”

Larry was looking at the red shag carpet and felt his cheeks burn. His mother had just said ‘thong’. Thong!

Larry’s dad was much less dramatic about the whole thing. “…Yeah, all right.”

Patricia smiled and squeezed her man’s hand. “Thanks, love.”

“Hmm, hmm.”

Patricia turned to her son. “Larry, you okay with me doing this?”

Mum in her underwear, Mum in bras, panties and thongs. He repeated that to himself: Mum in her underwear, Mum in bras, panties… and thongs. He was feeling something rise within him, something whirling in strong and hard. He had to answer soon or he didn’t know what he’d say.

“Fine,” he said with a squeak. He coughed and shrugged. “Fine, yeah, sure.”

“Thank you, Larry.” She smiled.

Three months later and Larry was staring at the Autumn/Winter catalogue, and a part deep inside him, a part he didn’t have much contact with before, was urging him to look, urging him to have one, small, sneaky, innocent look. He resisted, held his breath, sweated, and felt his chest get tighter and tighter. He felt like he was stuck in place, unable to leave, forced into confronting the 700-page goliath. What to do, what to do, what to do. He wished his mother had never posed in her lingerie, wished she’d never put him in this situation. Then a light bulb went off in his head and a friendly voice came by to say: ‘Hey, why not pretend it never happened? If you put it back downstairs and never looked, it will be like this never happened.’ Larry agreed with this logic. Putting the catalogue away would be the end of this situation. It’s not like his mom, sister or dad would ever wave the pictures in his face; he knows none of them would want Larry to see his own mother in her ‘knickers’. Larry was starting to picture his plan: he’d put the catalogue downstairs, his mother would put it away in her bedroom, put it somewhere safe, and all this turmoil would be over. Larry liked that plan and agreed with it.

Larry put out his hands and held the catalogue. He stood up, got ready to turn – and then a thought came to him.

‘She made you do this.’

He stood still. He didn’t know where that thought had come from. It had literally come from the ether, out of the blue, and it made him shake. Larry looked at the catalogue, looked at the cover, and was swaying towards what the voice had said. It was her fault; she did make him do this. His mother didn’t need to pose in her knickers. It was her fault, Larry wasn’t to blame. All sons in his position would be as curious as him. Gosh, how could he not be? He had a ‘Yummy Mummy.’

Larry nodded, and without instructing his body to do so, he had sat back down on the chair. He put the catalogue back on the desk. A new thought was now entering. He let himself hear it.

‘Flip through it really quickly, just so you’ll know.’

‘Just so you’ll know.’ It was a good way to put it. Just so he will know and all curiosity would be gone from his mind. I mean, really, he couldn’t focus on anything else until he did this. It was for his good more than anything. It had to be done, really.

Larry took a deep, deep breath. “Whoosh… Fuck it.”

Larry flipped open the catalogue. He landed on the bikini section. He put his right hand on the catalogue and flipped through it as if oil had been put in his hand. He saw bikinis, sarongs, beachwear, kaftans, girls bikinis, girls Speedos, women’s Speedos, lingerie section, Brazilian models, thongs, pink bows, pushup bras, Triumph, Michelle Mone, blue bras, purple panties, teddies, slip-ons, camis, cotton…

Mum.

Larry stopped and looked. There she was, a full page spread, his own mother, in the ‘comfort’ section, wearing a plain white bra and white panties. It was her, her pretty smile and curly blonde hair confirming it. Prettier, he thought, examining the face, seeing they’d put a nice shade on her cheeks. He focused on the face for a bit, but of course, he found his eyes going south, down to his mother’s breasts, to her panties, to her long lean legs, her bare feet, and finally, her red toenails. Her toenails were always red.

Larry scratched his crotch. He didn’t know what to think. This was his mother, she was in her underwear. And she was looking…

“Fit! My mum is fit!”

She was ‘fit’, fitter than he ever imagined. All those times his mother went swimming, to yoga class, to the gym, all that had actual results – sexy results. Larry was stunned to see how flat his mother’s stomach was, how toned her legs were, how firm her breasts looked, how nice she looked without clothing. Better, in fact, she looked better without clothing. He smiled, nodded, and by the power of his erection, he shut down the rational part of his brain, zipped down his jeans and let his other side take control…

“… Ah!” a bald suntanned escort pendik man placed his coffee cup away from his lips. “This?” he pointed, “is a plan coming together.”

The man leaned back in his chair, placed his cup on the nearby table, and watched the action unfold on the monitor.

The teen operating the circuit board, a slim black British male, turned and smiled. “I gotta shake your hand on this.” He swivelled his chair and exchanged a hardy handshake with the man.

“Thank you,” the man replied with a smooth low tempo voice and a warm smile.

“Man, you got the mother to do the Argos, all so her son could do…” He turned to the series of monitors. “Damn, you’re the best at this, Ned.”

“Oh, I’m nothing special,” Ned said with a mild chuckle.

The two of them were in a surveillance van, watching one of six monitors, the one located in Larry Holmes’ bedroom.

Ned shuffled closer, put his hand on the teen’s shoulder and talked business. “Darren, you’ll be doing the pickup. All four, as we’ve confirmed –” Ned slapped his forehead. “Oh, shoot, I’m sorry, four with the possibility of five.” He pointed to the radio. “I found one that could be a candidate.”

“Got it.” the teen nodded. “Who is the fifth?”

Ned brushed his hand past the van window’s curtain. “She’ll walk by in, oh, seven minutes.”

“Cool.”

Darren watched the monitors while Ned sat silently by the window, watching, waiting.

“… I’m going to America tomorrow,” said Ned.

“Oh?” said Darren. “Pickup? Recruitment?”

“Pickup. We’ve had our eyes on this family for a while.” Without looking away from the window, Ned pointed at the table. “Family name is Cestin. File is right there.”

Darren picked it up. He lit up. “Wooo, wow, this is something else!”

Ned nodded. “Sure is. It’s my last assignment. Can’t wait for retirement.”

Darren looked back at the furiously masturbating teen. “Good, good, more time in the Homeland.”

“Yes indeed… Oh, there she is.” Ned opened the door. “See you soon, Darren.

“Later.”

In a cotton shirt and cargo pants, Ned felt the chilly English weather going into his bones. Yet he knew he wouldn’t remain cold for long, knowing his home was sunny all year-round. Ned had thoughts of home on his mind when he found his target and rushed over to her.

“Excuse me, Miss.”

A supremely busty white woman in heels and in a dress far too tight for her turned and gave Ned a smile. “Lost, babe?” She had dyed red hair and long fake eyelashes.

Dark Ned immediately stepped in. He had a long list of names he wanted to call her, including but not limited to ‘fucking cocksucking bitch-faced dumb cunty whore.’ But tonight, he forego long, outlandish theatrics. He didn’t need them.

“Sex.” He grunted and nudged his head in the direction of an alleyway.

The woman looked at the alley and then at him. “…Yeah, all right.”

He nodded, grabbed her by the arm and led the way. Seconds later and the woman was moaning, groaning and wailing in ways that were loosely human.

Darren shuddered, sipped his coffee and whispered, “Oh she is so in.”

***

Tabootopia: A Nation of Incest. One Nation Underneath Each Other. The Sinner’s Paradise. The Forbidden Heaven. It’s all these things and more. So why was it a nation of incest? Answer: because everyone is family and everyone is fucking. Yes, there was a copious amount of sex in Tabootopia. Tons, in fact, of all kinds. Mom-son, father-daughter, brother-sister, sister-sister, all the races, big and small, small and big, everything, literally every type of sex has been done in Tabootopia. But the really dirty secret was that Tabootopia was not about the sex. Tabootopia was about the people. The people made Tabootopia. Every single one of them, all friendly, all good people at heart. Hey, she may punch you in the neck during intercourse, but she still likes you. Five teens learnt the value of the Tabootopia people during their journey and had this message repeated to them when they made this, their final checkpoint before they reached their ultimate destination.

To recap: Five teenagers from Tabootopia’s suburbs, Our Haven, made the journey through the farm and industrial land of Tabootopia, Gaudium, and managed to get past the darkness and weirdness of Tabootopia’s lost land, Sector Three. These five are: Regina Cestin, a frowny well-chested American teen girl; Tammie Kwon, a tall statuesque Korean-American, who is also Regina’s girlfriend; Daniel Nova, a mocha plain American teen who loves all things taboo-related since he was 8; Kelly Vanderbosch, Daniel’s girlfriend, a cute, petite, creamy-skinned teen; and finally, Björn, a slim Swede who loves taboo-themed pornography, hates romance and loves American cop shows.

Last we saw of them, The International Lovers of Sex, Style and Sleep had exited Sector Three and found themselves truly amazed at what was in front of their eyes…

***

The teens had never felt such brightness. A searing white pendik escort bayan brightness, a light so big and bright that it felt like it was almost baking them. They quickly looked away from the light and looked out at another wonderful sight: a clear blue ocean. They watched the swaying ocean and only then noticed that the ground was heavy while also soft. After a minute, Tammie looked down and saw sand on her shoes.

“What is this?” asked Tammie.

“I knew it: we’re dead,” said Daniel. “I predicted this: we died back on Earth and made this world with our fantasies. This is the end point.”

Kelly was horrified. “Oh no, really? Awww, I don’t wanna go into the light.”

Björn was not happy. “Ahh, nothing can beat this… heaven can, umm, suck it.”

Regina shook her head. “We’re not dead, we’re, umm, we’re…”

Before anyone could think of what they were, a loud pop was heard from the left. They turned and saw two young women in blue shirts and shorts. One was blonde and busty, the other dark, tall and frizzy-haired.

“Con… gratulations! Woo!” The girls cheered in unison. They held poppers in their hands and released the confetti into the air.

Daniel squinted. “Huh? What the –?”

“Congrats, you!” said the blonde.

The group turned and stepped away from the glare of the sun. They saw a paved path beyond them, and right in front, these two girls and their fantastically tight t-shirts. The shirts had a few very important words on them: New Babylon University.

Ms Frizzy stepped forward and did a little bang-bang with her fingers. “You guys passed the induction: you’re officially in New Babylon University!”

The Inter-Lovers erupted into a cheer. Björn jumped up and down, Tammie and Regina held hands and bumped boobs, and a delighted Kelly jumped into a jubilant Daniel’s arms.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” said Daniel as he pumped his fist into the air.

Another NBU helper ran up the pathway and tossed a clipboard to Blondie. She grabbed it, turned, and looked at the crew.

“Now I know some of you already.” She took her pen out of her pocket and put it next to her lips. “Tammie Kwon and Regina Cestin.”

“We met?” asked Regina.

“Oh no,” she said with a flirty leg twirl. “It’s just that I’ve seen you girls on the television, some very hot stuff.” She cleared her throat. “Ahem, okay let’s just get this business done: Daniel, check; Kelly, check; Björn, check. Okay, follow me.”

The teens followed on, all buzzing with victory.

“Where are we?” asked Regina.

They went past the small paved path and just right then Blondie stepped to the side and waved her arm across: “Why it’s your reward: Eden Resort!”

Eden Resort: A sunny sandy beach that overlooked a pristine blue ocean. Or in other words: Tabootopia on sand. People of all ages and sizes were walking around on the beach, many in beachwear and many just naked. A quick scan showed around two dozen visitors, a good number, the area sparse, open, leaving the people to get on with their atypical misdeeds. Oh yes, sex on the beach, hot, wild and sweaty, couples getting it on, and families having the best vacations ever…

Daniel spotted something he found quite amazing: “Wow!”Look, lookit!” he paused to grab his breath. “That mom is in a thong! Right next to her son! There are at least… five moms in thongs with their sons. Oh my God: there are tons of nearly naked moms with their sons! Some are naked!” He gasped. “That Chinese mom is having sex with her husband while her sons are making a sandcastle!” Previously cool and calm Daniel was losing the pitch in his voice, his tone going from high to low. “God, all moms and they’re being naked with their sons and daughters and all are naked in front of them like this and I think I’ll go now see them.” His face was red and his mouth hung open.

“Oh my gosh: Daniel snapped!” shrieked Kelly.

Björn vigorously shook his head: “This is his Disneyland!” Björn grabbed his friend’s shoulders. “This is, umm, his dream! He, umm, loves hot moms that get near or fully naked around their sons in a setting in which it is socially acceptable for a woman to be undressed in front of her family members!”

Daniel walked to the beach in a catatonic state.

“Hey, hold on,” said Frizzy. “We’re not done explaining.”

Daniel paused while looking out at the moms who wore thongs around their sons.

“You can give us your bags,” said Blondie. “Our staff will put it in your pre-booked hotel room.”

Regina, Tammie and Kelly handed their bags to the staff. Daniel handed his to Björn, who handed his and Daniel’s bags to the nearby attendants.

“They’ll show you to your room.” Blondie tilted her head to the left and showed them something they’d completely missed: a three-story white building that was next to several little shops and eateries.

Regina and Tammie followed Blondie and Frizzy.

“Hey, Daniel!” shouted Kelly. “Hotel?”

“He’s gone to the perverted side,” said Regina to Kelly. “Just let him go, let him get it out of his system.”

“Meaning he’ll jerk himself silly till his mind gets clear,” Tammie said bluntly.

“Eww.” Kelly disapproved but understood the logic. “Björn, come here.”

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The fourth installment of the Golden Memories series; this story continues from the morning after part three, as such all the same author’s commentary from that story applies (work of fiction, etc), with the caveat that, unlike it’s predecessor, this story will contain watersports play. If you can’t get into that particular fetish then this story may not be for you.

*****

My eyes flickered open to the dull light of the morning working its way through the closed venetian blinds. It was either very early, or clouds had rolled in overnight. I hoped for the latter; maybe the heat wave would finally break. I was still snuggled up to Mark’s chest, his bulging pectoral had made a very nice pillow as neither of us seemed to have moved an inch during the night. Cuddling closer, I noticed my morning erection pressing against this thick thigh, making me smile. I needed to go to the washroom but I did not want to leave the warm comfort of Mark and his bed. I laid there contently for a while, thinking about the unbelievable love making we had shared the night before and just enjoying where I was at that place and time, but eventually nature won out. I gently rolled out of bed, trying not to disturb my lover, and looked for an alarm clock. Nearly eight o’clock. Good, it was clouds then.

I closed the bathroom door behind me quietly and did my business, then I brushed my teeth with a travel kit I had brought in my bag. Back in the bedroom I slipped on a fresh pair of my trademark black hip briefs and pulled a tight black undershirt from my bag, donning that as well. Quietly I collected my pack of cigarettes, the ashtray, and my empty whiskey glass and went downstairs to the kitchen, on the hunt for coffee. Mark had one of those fancy, single-cup coffee machines with the pods on his counter. I found a mug in a cabinet near the sink and figured the machine out in short order. My pants were where I’d left them in the living room the night before and I pulled them on, thinking I’d have a smoke with my coffee out on the deck.

Stepping outside I pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, lighting a cigarette. Just past the awning a fine misting of rain fell from the cloudy sky and it was indeed cooler than it had been days previous. I sat quietly, sipping on my coffee and puffing my smoke, enjoying the tolerable weather for a change. I thought of Mark upstairs sleeping and I was glad I accepted his offer to come spend the weekend. He was very easy to get along with and oh my god the sex! He’d touched me in ways no one ever had, and I don’t just mean his monster cock being ten inches inside me either, though, that didn’t hurt. I was getting myself worked up again, and I thought of the gangbang I had given the greenlight to yesterday, exciting me even more. I was still nervous about the idea, but I was also looking forward to it with eager anticipation. All hot and bothered now, I decided to go back upstairs and wake Mark up with a nice surprise if he hadn’t woken up already. I finished my coffee, stubbed out my smoke, and headed back inside.

Sure enough Mark was just as I had left him, asleep on his back in the middle of the bed. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to the floor, stepping out of them and stripping the rest of my clothes off before crawling onto the bed. The thin sheet we had slept under was draped over him from the waist down and I pulled it off slowly, inch by inch revealing my prize. I don’t think it mattered how many times I could see it; his huge cock was a shocking monument of masculinity. Even flaccid it was thick and heavy looking. I slid between his legs, drawing nearer to his manhood until I was face to face with the puckered opening of his foreskin.

With one hand I lifted him to my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head, slipping my tongue inside the foreskin and swirling it around in slow circles, savoring the taste and smell of his sex. I gently sucked on him, working him over with my mouth until he began to engorge. His cock was so big flaccid it didn’t really grow much when he got hard, but it inflated somewhat, growing dense and heavy, warming as the blood flowed into it. I really got off on feeling a soft cock harden in my mouth, my own stiffening cock pinned beneath me was a living testament to my arousal. I looked up at him to see if he was reacting but no, not yet, he was still fast asleep. I bobbed up and down on his firm dick, stroking his shaft gently with one hand and massaging his big, smooth balls with the other. After a few minutes I began to taste the sweet flavor of his precum leaking into my mouth, driving my desire for him through the roof. Finally, Mark awoke with a grunt of surprise as I sucked enthusiastically on his member. I looked up at him with a smile in my eyes and he chuckled, reaching down to caress the back of my head.

“Good morning.” He said with a gentle moan.

“Morning!” I said cheerily, popping of his cock just long enough to reply before hungrily diving back down.

Mark illegal bahis laid his head back down on the pillow as I blew him greedily, stopping occasionally to rub my face against his balls and give them a good tongue bath. I was so into his cock right at that moment, kissing, licking and nuzzling all over his entire manhood. I loved feeling his warm, smooth skin all over my face.

“Baby this feels amazing, but I really got to take a piss.” Mark said regretfully, propping his head up with one arm.

“Okay.” I replied, sucking his head back into my mouth.

“Okay what? You gotta stop.” He laughed.

“Just go.” I answered, pushing forward on his dick again, giving the head a swirl with my tongue.

“Just go? Right now?” He said, a dubious tone in his voice.

“Hmm-mhm.” I nodded, not even bothering to come off his dick.

“You’re not going to make a mess?”

I just shook my head, keeping him inside my mouth. I was so excited for this! Mark sighed and I felt him relax, and a long few seconds later I felt his hot piss begin to flow into my mouth. He tasted concentrated, stronger than I prefer, but I expected as much first thing in the morning and it turned me on just the same. Staring into his eyes as he watched me, I wanting him to know I was thankful for his gift to me. I lapped at his slit, lips sealed around his cock as he filled my mouth, slowly at first but quickly picking up steam. I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of his potent urine, swallowing just as fast as he could fill my mouth. I consumed so much of his water I was starting to feel full, but I was kind of committed now. Besides, I adored swallowing his piss and it turned me on even more knowing that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to; I would have to take it all.

“So fucking hot baby.” Mark growled, looking down at me.

I didn’t miss a drop, swallowing everything he had to give me, until the stream finally tapered off and stopped flowing. Only then did I break eye contact as I went right back to hungrily servicing him without missing a beat, bobbing up and down on his still erect member. Mark moaned and laid his head back down, relaxing while I sucked him. His vocalizations of pleasure made me happy, every moan encouraging me as I blew him enthusiastically. Soon the stream of precum had resumed, delighting me with a new flavor to bask in while I worshipped him with utter devotion. I was so engrossed in what I was doing I’d lost any sense of time, existing only in the moment as I serviced my lover with total abandon.

As Mark’s breathing grew shallower and he began to tense a little, I knew he would soon explode in my mouth. I stroked his shaft rapidly while I bobbed on his glans, feeling his foreskin slide back and forth with my lips. He began to pant before he tensed up and groaned mightily, a thick jet of cum splashed against my tongue and coated my mouth, filling me with glee. He tasted amazing as always, thick and salty, as he pumped squirt after squirt into my mouth. I swallowed a mouthful already but he just kept cumming, groaning loudly as his orgasm rumbled through him. I loved every part of eating his seed; the taste, the texture, the sensation of it splashing into my mouth, the feeling of his cock pulse with every thick rope he spurted… I’d never been with a man who came so much, but I loved that especially. When his orgasm subsided, I finally slowed down, but I wasn’t done until I was sure I’d sucked every last drop out of his balls.

“Wow.” Mark moaned.

“Hmm.” I replied with a smile. I crawled up next to him, planting a kiss on his cheek and snuggling up to his shoulder.

“That was… Wow.” He repeated.

“Told you I’d go right back to being a dirty slut.” I said playfully, biting my lower lip.

“You weren’t kidding.” He turned to kiss me, his tongue just barely parting my lips and grazing the tip of my own.

“I’m going to make us breakfast.” I said happily, sitting up on the edge of the bed, pulling my briefs and undershirt back on.

“You want help?” Mark asked, starting to get up with a groan.

“Please, all kitchens are the same. I got this. You take your time, come down when you’re ready.” I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek once more and turned to the door.

I wanted to cook for Mark. He made me feel happy and there was more than one way I could service him in return. I opened the fridge, on the hunt for breakfast foods. After a bit of snooping around I sniffed out bacon, eggs and breakfast sausage in the fridge and a bag of sliced bread in the freezer. I hesitated a moment, unsure what I should cook. I didn’t normally eat breakfast, but I considered Mark’s physique and shrugged, figuring I’d just cook it all. I found everything I needed easily enough; minor eccentricities aside all kitchens really are the same. I heard the shower start upstairs as I cooked, and I started the coffee machine again. By the time I heard Mark coming down the stairs I had whipped up two heaping plates illegal bahis siteleri of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, with a pile of toast on the side.

“God damn.” Mark said as he entered the kitchen, “I need to have you over more often.”

I smiled and handed him a steaming cup of coffee before sitting down at a barstool in front of my plate. We talked while we ate our breakfast, and I noticed the rain had picked up outside. When we were done, I tried to clean up, but Mark wouldn’t let me, he said I had done enough already. I made mention how much I liked the rain, looking out the sliding glass door to the backyard and he suggested I go outside and have a smoke. I started to go get my pants but he told me not to worry about it. I knew it was plenty warm enough so I took my coffee cup and went outside while he tidied up. After a while Mark came out to join me. He approached me from behind and started massaging my neck and shoulders, his powerful fingers dug deep trenches in my muscles making me moan softly.

“Listen,” he started, still massaging me firmly, “I got to pick up some supplies for the job I’m working on. You’re welcome to come, but you’d be better off staying here. It’ll be standing around a warehouse waiting until they get the order together and loaded up. Not very glamorous.”

“Hmm.” I moaned as he kneaded my shoulders. “As great as that sounds, I’m okay with staying here. You going now?”

“Naw, we’ll hang out for a bit.” He smiled down at me.

I lit another cigarette and watched the rain fall across the yard. The sound, I think, is what I liked most about the rain. It has a way of supplanting the other noises of the world and asserting itself as the defining quality of the atmosphere. I found it calming. Mark kept at it, mostly rubbing my neck and shoulders, though occasionally a hand would drift down inside my undershirt and massage my chest, stopping to playfully flick my nipples. I felt so good as his strong hands worked me over and by the time he was done I really felt loose and relaxed. After a while we went back inside and Mark headed off to run his errand.

I plopped down on the couch, reclining into the corner of the ‘L’ shape and flicked on the TV. I quickly became bored with the mindless selection of programming and got up to rifle through the bookshelf next to the TV. I found myself surprised at the collection he had, seeing books on politics, history, science, some by authors I knew well and some I’d never heard of. There were a healthy collection of fiction works as well; Mark seemed to like his spy-thrillers. I pulled something off the shelf about a USMC sniper and curled up on the couch to read it. It seemed like a good book and it passed the time quickly; I made a note of the title so I could pick up a copy. After a couple hours Mark came home, finding me there in my underwear, cigarette hanging from lips and my nose buried in the book.

“Look at you!” He said with a laugh. “I got us another case of beer; thought we might need it.”

I moved to get up but Mark insisted I stayed where I was. After a few minutes of clinking bottles around the fridge he came out to join me, handing me a beer and sitting beside me, putting an arm around my shoulder.

“Oh, that’s a good one.” He said, looking at the cover of the book I had been reading.

“Yeah, I’m gonna pick up a copy I think.” I replied.

“Why don’t you take that one?”

“No, I wouldn’t want to take your book.”

“It’s fine, I’ve read it twice. Besides, you can always give it back next time.”

Was he being presumptuous assuming there would be a next time? Who was I kidding, of course there would be a next time; Mark was really good to me and I liked being around him, to say nothing of the amazing sex we shared. We sat together for some time, him watching something on the TV, me leaning against his warm bulk reading the book as we drank our beers. I was content. We had already established an intimate familiarity and we were obviously very comfortable together; it was nice.

At some point we discussed when Mark should tell the guys to come over. I wanted to eat dinner either long before, or after the festivities; best to have an empty stomach for what I had in mind, I thought. We decided on an early dinner and have the guys over after ten o’clock. Mark said he could eat steak every day of the week, and I was inclined to agree, so dinner would be a repeat of last night. As he went to find his phone to send a message to the guys, I asked him to add in that I request they drink lots of water and no coffee a few hours before. Mark chuckled at this, but I knew coffee has an unpleasant effect of the taste of piss that I’d rather avoid if possible. This finalization of the plans made it suddenly real, and I began to feel apprehensive again.

“I’m a little nervous about this.” I shared, lighting another smoke.

“If you’re having second thoughts let me know, this is totally up to you.” He said earnestly.

“No, canlı bahis siteleri no. I want to do it. I really want to do it. I’m just nervous. Hell, I was nervous yesterday waiting to hang out with you, and I’d already met you.”

“I get it. I’m a little unsure myself, I have to work with these guys again!” He said with a laugh.

“Oh yeah…” I really hadn’t considered much how this could be awkward for Mark as well. That encouraged me some; we were in this together really.

“You know I’m going to take good care of you though, right?” He asked.

I really did. I trusted him. He was gentle and respectful with me, except of course he knew when he could be rough as well. That went a long way to soothing my anxieties, I wasn’t on my own; I had someone who cared about me there with me. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly on the mouth, teasing the tip of his tongue with mine before snuggling against him. I don’t know how much time we spent just sitting together in cozy intimacy, but I had read several chapters into the book. Eventually I got up to use the bathroom and went to the kitchen to grab us a couple more beers. Looking out the sliding door I noticed the rain had stopped, though the sky was still grey and dark. I remembered the hot tub on the deck and thought now might be a good time to suggest the we put it to use.

When I returned to the living room and handed Mark his beer, I floated the hot tub idea and he was definitely receptive, on the one condition we don’t do anything too loud. Though no neighbors could see into the property he understandably didn’t want to have to explain any strange noises coming from his yard. I happily agreed and he went out to start it up. Soon Mark suggested I go test the water, that he would grab us some towels and join me. I stripped naked in the living room and gathered my cigarettes and our beers before heading outside.

I was comfortable enough with my body, but I nonetheless felt strange as I slid open the door to the yard and stepped nude out onto the deck. The temperature had indeed dropped following the rain. Though still plenty warm enough, it was perhaps a touch cool to be fully naked in the open air. I slipped into the hot, bubbling water with a sigh, the warmth engulfing me in soothing comfort. Mark came out shortly, fully naked, his enormous manhood swinging back and forth between his leg as he crossed the short distance to the tub. He dropped our towels at the edge of the deck and slid into the water next to me.

It was warm and relaxing, hanging out together in the tub drinking our beers and just talking, getting to know each other a little more. I leaned against him as we did, playfully touching him, letting my hands drift over his muscles, teasingly running down to his groin and fondling his balls. I liked touching him like this; flirtatiously but without and serious sexual intent, and he responded positively to my hands. Mark lifted me onto his lap, reclining in the tub so I was laying against him, my back to his chest, as he ran his hands over my body. I felt his cock float up between my thighs and I crossed my legs under the water, squeezing him between them just beneath my balls. I was making a deliberate effort not to get carried away, but still, I couldn’t help absentmindedly stroking the head of his member with my fingertips.

Mark wanted to kiss me. He let me know by running one big hand up to my neck, squeezing my throat ever so gently and pulling me back to him. His broad, meaty tongue slipped into my mouth making me shudder in delight. As we made out, his hands sliding up and down my body, cupping my own package occasionally, I instinctively humped my butt back into him, gently massaging his cock with my thighs. I felt amazing, completely enveloped in the heat of the water, my body pressed against my lover’s while I squeezed his thick dick between my legs, his tongue probing my mouth slowly but with great desire.

I felt myself getting hot and heavy. I couldn’t help it; I was a cock-hungry slut deep down and there was no preventing that side of me from coming to the surface, playing with each other as we were. I told Mark we were going to have to cool it if he didn’t want a scene in his backyard and he laughed, nodding understandingly. I floated over to where I’d left my beer and cigarettes, lighting a smoke and taking a drink. We continued talking, the conversation predictably taking on a sexual nature after the fooling around we had just engaged in. Mark and I were both bisexual, so we talked about women, how we got into sleeping with men and what that was like for us, our turn-ons and fantasies, though mine were pretty much out in the open at this point. Mark did affirm that he was a fan of the tight black briefs I had been wearing; he said they were like sexy panties, but for men.

“But you know,” I began, a thought coming to me, “I’ve always wanted to give a guy a handjob. Just jerk him off, start to finish. I’ve never had occasion to do it because I’ve always had heavier things in mind.”

“I love a good handjob.” Mark said, playfully raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” I asked, “It’s pretty tame compared to what we’ve been doing to each other, but I’d love to jerk you off.”

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I hurried to the lecture hall, my satchel bag bouncing off my hip. I was running late by ten minutes by the time I got there. It never helps when you have a class on one end of the campus and a career talk on the other end , following immediately. I paused for a couple of seconds outside the door to collect myself, and opened it as slowly and unobtrusively as possible. Ducking under the projector light, I found myself a seat in the third row from the screen. I spent a few minutes figuring out what the presenter was talking about, while trying to will my breathing back to normal. Trying to take notes under the dimmed lights, I gradually became aware of the person sitting next to me.

It was Regina. Regina was one of the organisers of this talk, and sat on the executive board of the international students’ club which usually hosted such events. I’d met her at one of the weekly breakfasts the club organised during the semesters, and over the past year-and-a-half we’d become increasingly acquainted with each other. I found her smirking at me as I turned to her, my expression changing to that of pleasant surprise. We whispered our hellos, and signalled continuing the convo after the presentation.

At the end of the hour, the presenter wrapped up with a perfunctory please-don’t-hesitate-to-call-or-email-at-any-time. People had started to leave even before the talk ended, either to hurry to their next lecture or to get back home before the evening got too cold. By the time the speaker left the room, there were only a few stragglers left – a couple of them hurrying after the person to ask further questions. I leaned back in my chair and stretched, crossing my hands behind my head. The autumn semester was in full swing, and we were being handed the first of our assignment tasks. I had had a long day involving a lab session, a couple of lectures and doing a bit of reading at the library. Regina’s voice brought me out of my reverie.

“I’m sorry?” I said, flashing her an embarrassed smile.

“I was saying, you look like you’re already wishing this semester was over.” She replied.

“I would’ve, if this weren’t my last semester at uni and I didn’t have to send out job applications to every Tom, Dick and Harry’s engineering firm in the city before my student visa expired.”

She clicked her tongue and looked down in mock resignation at the thought of the shared experience of every international student. I smiled wryly at her expression.

“Talks like these are a big help though”, I offered. “You guys have been doing a great job of getting relevant speakers.”

“We do our best.” She said, grinning.

“And you in particular have been doing a fantastic job with Free Feed Fridays.” I said, referring to her coordinator’s role for the weekly breakfast.

“Aw thanks!” She gushed. Then, changing the subject, “How is your course going?”

“I’m overloading units this semester. So right I’m feeling like I want to drown myself in Smirnoff’s finest.”

“Well, after running around the whole day today setting up the venue and fielding calls and emails from the club members, I feel the same way.”

“What are you up to after this?”

“Pack up, turn the lights off, lock the hall and head back home to my ten thousand-word essay.” She replied, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“How about I help you pack up and then we head down to Lady El’s? A pick-me-up before you tackle the essay.” Lady Lilly’s, or Lady El’s, was the campus pub.

“Umm…” She hesitated

“First round of drinks are on me.”

“I’m probably gonna need more than just one drink”

“Fine. First two rounds.”

Regina squinted at me. “Are you sure?”

“Look, I just received my scholarship for this semester. I’d go down to Lady El’s myself, but I don’t like drinking alone, unless I’m at a party.”

“You’re weird.”

“Works out just fine for me. You coming?”

She considered this for a few more moments before shrugging and saying “Alright. What the hell.”

We spent the next fifteen minutes putting away the tables and the posters, before locking the room and heading out to the pub. A chill had settled in by the early evening, and we were glad to head into the heated interiors of the pub. Reg settled on a barstool by the time I got back from the bar counter tuzla escort with our drinks. We got chatting about road trips (past and planned), asian food joints in the city, volunteering, and our grand designs after graduation. Two hours flew by before I realised that we’d never actually spent this long having a conversation ever, throughout the time that we’d known each other. Not just that, it was our first time having a drink together as well.

Regina is a Singaporean of Chinese descent. She got an expensive International Baccalaureate schooling before transferring overseas to our Uni for her Bachelor’s degree in Advertising. She got involved with the international students’ club early on in her time at Uni (along with others), and I could gauge her passion for her role in the club from enthusiasm she showed, helping others like me. Reg was laid-back, easy to talk to and genuine. It didn’t hurt then, either, that she was gorgeous. She had shoulder-length jet black hair, beautiful almond-shaped eyes that I didn’t seem to have noticed until tonight, and a peach complexion – which seemed to be tending more towards red as the conversation (and the alcohol) flowed. This evening, she was wearing a patterned powder-blue dress, translucent tights and sneakers.

As the clock struck 10 PM we got shooed out of the pub. Both of us a bit tipsy (two drinks each had turned into four), we tottered out. By now the cold had really crept in, and it seemed neither of us was willing to brave the chill winds and walk back to our respective flats. Then, Reg had a brainwave.

“We can go to the club lounge and look for some warm clothing.”, she suggested.

“You guys have a wardrobe in there? So that’s where my student amenities fee went to.”

“No, smartass,” she snorted, “it’s all the jackets and sweaters that people keep forgetting in the lounge after the breakfasts”

That sounded like a good idea. We let ourselves into the lounge – a short distance from the bar – with Regina’s after-hours access pass. However, our quest for warm clothing proved fruitless. Reg groaned in frustration. I shook my head. Then, Reg had another bright idea.

“We can spend the night here.”

I asked if she was sure. Instead of replying, she cheekily thrust her club card in my face, as if to say she owned the place. I wasn’t complaining. As I settled down in one of the cushy bean bags, I heard her rummaging around in the adjoining office-cum-store room. Shortly, she emerged carrying an unopened bottle of wine.

“Something left over from one of the last events we hosted.”

“You know, I’d be more impressed if you told me it was from your private stash, boss lady.”

“Maybe it is, but you’re not privileged enough to know that.”

I laughed and snatched the bottle from her hands. I took a long swig as she pulled up another bean bag opposite mine, and settled down on it. I passed her the bottle. While in the office, Reg had turned on the central heating, and the lounge began to warm up cosily. Over the next hour, we chatted about random things as the wine slowly disappeared from the bottle. At some point, Reg had hiked her feet up on my bean bag, next to my hip. The shoes were digging into my side, so as she took the final sip from the bottle, I pulled her feet on my lap and untied the laces. She moaned, feigning protest.

“You’re supposed to ask before you take a woman’s shoes off!”

“I thought I was supposed to ask before I took her dress off.”

Reg rolled her eyes and threw her head back. As if to pacify her, I started rubbing her nylon-covered feet. I started with her left foot, massaging the wide part of the sole with my thumbs. I wouldn’t claim to me an expert at foot massages, but I know that slow, deliberate articulation is key. Reg sighed as I kneaded my thumbs under the bones. I spent a while on the toes and the paw, then moved down towards the heel. She giggled and jerked her foot reflexively as I hit the nerve ending in the centre of the foot. I brought her foot back down and started again. Same as before, she shuddered and jerked her foot out of my hands.

“Stay still now, unless you want me to stop.” I scolded her lightly.

“Okay okay, gimme a moment.”

She took a deep breath and placed her foot back in my lap. I started with the heel this tuzla escort bayan time, working my knuckles into the flesh and slowly moving upwards. Again, as I came closer to the medial nerve, she started fidgeting. Her legs rubbed together. The nylon made soft, swishing sounds. I looked at Reg. Her eyes were closed, her breaths were ragged, and it was clear she was trying to stay still but failing.

“You know, it might help if you took your tights off.” I suggested.

She nodded and stood up. She made her way behind the common-use refrigerator, till she was partially obscured. Her hip thrust out from behind the fridge as she bent down slightly, put her hands up her dress and tugged the waistband of the tights down her legs. I found myself admiring the shape of her legs as she unsheathed them from the dark nylon, to reveal pale, rosy skin. Her ass jutted out from under her smallish waist, and her thighs – supple and toned during her time spent powerlifting at the gym – tapered down to her calves and feet. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her legs as she walked back. I started getting hard.

Reg plopped down on and placed her feet on my lap again. I sat back a little on my bean bag so her feet wouldn’t accidentally rub against my growing bulge, giving the game away. I started massaging the sides of her sole, slowly moving in. Making a fist of my right hand, I kneaded the pink flesh with my knuckles. This time, instead of flinching when I got to the nerve, Reg let out a moan. Her legs opened up, just the tiniest bit. I worked the area firmly. I was loving the expression on her face as it changed from drunken bliss to surprise, and then pleasure. I moved on to the other foot and started working my magic there as well. Reg relaxed for a bit, then tensed up again when I started closing in on the centre of the sole.

“Take it easy.” I soothed her.

When the back of my fingers hit the nerve she moaned again, slightly longer this time. Now that she knew I wasn’t gonna violate her sensitive flesh she loosened up. Her legs spread a bit further apart. I could now see up her dress to her inner thighs. Her head was still thrown back over the edge of the bean bag. In the next half hour I kneaded, stroked, rubbed and soothed her feet and calves. As I’d hit a tender spot every now and then, Reg would let out long sigh which eventually morphed into deep moans. Her legs spread further apart as I moved up them, as if deeming me worthy and egging me on to her sex. I got cocky. So lost was I in my hormone-fuelled trance of looking up her dress that I didn’t realise when my hands made their way just above her knee, and she pulled her head back up. Her legs came together, making me snap out of it, and I caught her looking at me through narrowed eyes, with a quizzical expression on her face.

“Uhh…” I struggled to put words together.

She stood up and walked to the office.

“Reg?” I called out after her. “Reg!”

The last thing I needed was being reported for a sexual misdemeanour. I started walking to the office door when she came out, a comforter in hand.

“Ask me.”

“Huh?”

“Ask me if you can take my dress off.”

“Reg, I -“

” – Ask me if you can take my dress off so you can continue massaging up my legs.” She said, cutting me off. I took the bait – hook, line and sinker.

“Can I take your dress off so I can continue massaging up your legs?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

I bit my lip in frustration.

“May I take your dress off so I can continue massaging up your legs?”

“Yes, you may.”

With that she turned around and pulled her hair to the side with one hand. I stepped in behind her and pulled the zipper of her dress down, down to the small of her back. I slowly slid down the shoulder straps. As the dress fell to the ground, she deftly brought the comforter up to cover her front. Before she stepped out of the dress and turned around, I caught a look at her ass, framed by in grey, high-cut briefs. Rather, her ass was framing the briefs. Reg settled back down into the bean bag, now with the comforter draping her shoulders. Her entire front, from the neck down to the crotch, was obscured by the comforter. Peeking out from under the soft wool were her gorgeous legs and a single arm which held the fabric up. She motioned escort tuzla me to get my bag closer to her, and as I sat down, planted her foot squarely on my chest.

“Do your thing.” she slurred.

I needed no further encouragement. She leaned back as I started massaging her thigh, from just below the knee, tracing her hamstrings. Putting my thumbs to work again, I rubbed them into the toned muscles. Then from under the thigh, I’d bring my hands slowly up the sides to her quads. It was slow work, but the booze was helping time fly by faster, like it usually did. Soon, Reg seemed to be relaxing again and half closed her eyes. I could tell she was still watching me though, with a feline alertness.

By the time I had worked my way to where the curve of her ass began, my hands were starting to get tired from the exertion. I’d been massaging Reg for slightly more than an hour. The lounge had warmed up enough that I had started sweating. I took her foot from my chest and placed it on the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked irritably.

“I’m getting hot. Besides, it’s time I paid attention to your other leg.”

I took my pullover off and lifted her other foot on to my chest. The peach flesh turned a couple of shades pinker as I worked on it for the next quarter-hour. Her blood was flowing, and so was my sweat. My torso was slick. Her foot kept sliding off.

“This isn’t working.” I told her, taking her ankle and hooking it over my shoulder. I also pulled my bag closer to hers, that they were now touching. In doing so, she was now leaning back on her bean bag, and I was leaning over her. Her breathing was even, while my chest heaved slightly faster. I massaged down her thigh, getting closer to her crotch. I looked up for a second while I wiped the sweat off my forehead, to notice that the arm which was holding up the comforter was now laying by her side. The fabric was slowly sliding down her cleavage. Reg must’ve slid her bra off under the comforter at some point. Cheeky bastard. Her eyes were still half closed.

I worked all the way down till my thumbs were kneading her ass cheek, and the side of my palm was grazing against her crotch. I didn’t change the pressure or the rhythm. My palm kept rubbing up against the gusset of her briefs as I moved up on to the sides, and she started moaning again. The comforter slid down precipitously until half of her tits were uncovered. Reg seemed to have zoned out, though, lost in the steady, sensual motion of my hands. I took my time on this last frontier of flesh, sliding my palms up and down her sides, grazing the gusset on each swipe. The thin fabric seemed to be getting damper every minute, her mound puffier. Reg’s arms stretched out behind her head. The only things that seemed to be holding up the comforter now were her nipples.

I switched up my movements slightly. The palm that was massaging the inside of her thigh and rubbing up against her groin, now ventured steadily between her legs. Still sweeping up and down the side of her leg, but slowly foraying further on top of her pussy lips. Very soon, all of my palm, save the thumb, was stroking her pussy through the fabric. Sweeping up and down. Slower each time, slightly more deliberate. Reg was moaning louder now, in tune with the sweep of my palm, up and down the engorged mound. My other hand went up her thigh to hold her leg up. The top of her foot pressed onto the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I kept stroking her pussy with my palm even as her breathing got more ragged. I felt the nub of her clit poke out from the folds of her skin. She was close.

I increased the pace of my rubbing. Her other leg, that was laying by my side, crept closer jerkily. I extended my leg and used the knee to firmly hold it apart. I wasn’t gonna let her clamp up on me again. Reg bit her thumb, and the comforter fell down to her belly button, revealing gorgeous, pink mounds which heaved up and down jerkily. As her toes curled up and she started spasming under me, I slid my palm under the gusset and stroked her wet pussy through the wave of her climax. She arched her hip into my palm as I pressed it down on her clit. The tip of my thumb stroked up and down her slit, half-slipping in, as she came down to earth. Her eyes were wide open, her teeth still biting her thumb. She was looking at me with a mixed expression of surprise and euphoria.

I leaned back, brought her foot from behind my neck and kissed the inside of her sole, looking into her eyes.

To be continued…

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It was the last chance the girls would have to relieve themselves in Tina’s ex house. It had been so much fun that they were literally bursting to try again. After arriving in the two cars, they rushed inside and stripped naked, a wonderful variety of naked breasts and pussies on display, as they got ready for a new set of naughty toilets.

The first objects to be vandalized with the girls’ wet flowing piss streams was the sofa suite. Selena, who had been more than happy to join in on the action, had wasted no time, clambering up onto one of the one of the two chairs before spreading her brown legs wide to reveal her black hairy muff to all and sundry.

‘Hurry up!’ she urged the others, desperate to start her toilet. Her bladder was fit to bursting and the chair looked so inviting as she got ready to spray it with her hot pee fountain. The long legged Lizzy took to the second chair, placing her bare rounded buttocks down on the top of the chair before likewise parting her legs in preparation for a wee. On the sofa, a very naked Gabriella with her small pert tits had taken up a perch on wide end, perched next to a very eager Rebecca who just could not wait to start peeing. Her tits were just as small as Gabriella’s but wonderfully shaped with very erect nipples as she contemplated her coming naughtiness. Fiona had taken the last spot on the top of the sofa. She was another who had yet to have a piss in Mark’s house but she had had lots of experience with naughty peeing around her own home, her favorite spot being at the back of her own sofa where she would piss over the carpet with wanton abandonment. This time around, she was going to pee in front of her friends with her golden shower on full display as she sprayed it from her pussy slit.

Given the lack of space on the sofa and chairs, the remaining girls had found other spots for their toilet. Heather and Tina had taken to squatting over the carpet with their bare bum cheeks hanging mere inches over the floor they were about to soak with their respective piss streams. Nadine for her part had gone to squat with her legs spread in front of a tall potted plant, her black haired pubic triangle hovering just above the rim, more than ready to let out her pee when everybody was ready. Lizzy, the MD’s daughter had her perfect pussy slit poised above the coffee table she was about to soak with her hot spraying piss fountain. Last but not least, was Penny whose pussy was poised over Mark’s gaming console, ready to soak it with the hot pee squirting from her piss hole.

‘On the count of three,’ said Tina, who was just as eager as anybody else to start her wee. Her bladder was bursting.

‘I can’t wait, hurry up!’ exclaimed Selena just as a quick shot of piss erupted from her lower lips, raining down to patter over the chair seat between her parted legs.

‘Go!’ shouted Lizzy, at the same time releasing the hold on her bladder. Barely a second later and she was pissing at full strength. From her shaven slit a fat stream of hot flowing piss was leaving her lower lips before forming an arching spray of urine to patter down over the chair seat between her long parted, creamy legs. Selena now had a similar shower of fast flowing piss leaving her black haired pussy before forming a flowing fountain to stain the seat below in a sheen of wet piss.

On the sofa, the three women started their own toilets with Rebecca starting to squirt first, before her long flowing stream of wet piss was joined by first Gabriella’s fountain of pee and then Fiona as she too started to relieve herself. Three flowing fountains of semi golden piss splattered over the sofa as the women urinated all over it, purposely tracing her flowing fountains of piss up and down from their semi standing position with their wide warm bottoms resting on the sofa top.

Heather and Tina had also started their own toilets, pissing directly onto the carpet whilst eagerly switching their view from the sight of watching their own pussy peeing to that of their friends. A loud hiss and splatter announced that the younger Lizzy had also commenced pissing, a fast flowing arching stream of hot pee flowing from her lower lips to decorate the glass of the living room table with a pattering illegal bahis shower of fast flowing urine. Her bare bum cheeks looked so inviting to Nadine who was busily doing a piss of her own into the plant pot between her parted legs, her hot piss stream spraying over the plant stem before running off to pool in the soil before being hungrily absorbed. In the corner, on her own, Penny was enjoying her naughty toilet, a hot stream of fast flowing piss jetting from her lower lips and decorating the console with a stream of her golden wee. The carpet around it was already stained with the run off from her piss but she could not care less. Her mess nothing when compared to the two wet stains currently growing over the floor where Tina and Heather were busily pissing, their hot wet streams playing over the carpet.

It did not take the girls long to finish peeing. Water bottles were then handed around and everybody got down to the business of topping up their bladders ready for the next naughty session. Next off was a group piss session over the one living room wall. This involved everybody coming to stand on semi parted legs with their lower lips aimed at the wallpaper they were about to christen with their pee. So far, Lizzy had been the only one who had taken a piss over the wall, the stain from her previous toilet still visible in front of Penny’s pussy lips. It was such a turn on for all present, to have their naked bums on full display, whilst staring past their round firm tits to the spot on the wall that they were about to vandalise with their hot pee fountains. This time there was no instruction to start. It was Fiona stood next to Lizzy who first noticed that the other girl had started to piss, a very noticeable arching flow of urine leaving the other’s pussy slit. Unable to hold back Fiona also started to pee, her hot wet stream initially trickling down her bare legs until after a moment she managed to increase the force of her peeing so that she urinating with enough force to spray her piss directly over the wall.

Gabriella gained an immense thrill as her own pussy lips parted to allow her shooting pee shower to emerge, deliberately hosing down the living room wall with her hot urine shower. Rebecca, who just loved pissing in naughty places, got a similar thrill as she joined in, a hot wet spraying stream of flowing pee clearly visible between her legs and beneath her bare buttocks as she pissed for all she was worth. The wall in front of Heather, Tina, Nadine, Selena and Penny were now also receiving similar streams of pee as they too joined in with toilets of their own. This just left the younger Lizzy. Hot, wet wee was dribbling down her bare legs, the flow of piss leaving her pussy crack not enough to reach the wall that everybody in the group was busily urinating all over.

After pissing over the wall, it then became a free for all. The girls were then free to pee wherever they liked, either in small groups, giggling and laughing as they watched the piss spray from the other’s cracks, or individually.

Heather, Gabriella and the older Lizzy urinated over the curtains, each one holding a section of the fabric up to their pussies before beginning a new toilet, deliberately spraying the fabric with their hot pussy sprays. Nadine went round pissing in the plant pots, holding them up to her peeing pussy as she deposited her hot wet pee. Selena used the kitchen for her next set of toilets, pissing first in the washing then and in then into the dishwasher before moving on to use the cupboards to deposit for hot pee. She would aim her hairy triangle of pubic hairs into the open doorway before sending a spraying stream of her hot piss to rain down inside. The younger Lizzy, for her part, relived herself halfway up the stairs, purposely squirting her piss so that her flowing pee stream pattered down over as many steps as possible.

Later on the women had sat down to watch TV emptying their bladders whenever they felt like it, either pissing where they were sitting, be in sofa, chair or urinating directly over the carpeted floor. It was so much fun especially given how much they had drunk. At one stage, Nadine even tried to pee onto the TV screen. Fortunately the stream of illegal bahis siteleri clear piss leaving her pussy hole had lacked the strength to reach the screen so she had taken to urinating behind the curtains instead, the girls laughing at the side of her womanly bum cheeks just visible beneath the under hang.

Gabriella meanwhile had gone into the kitchen. She was still completely naked, her small pert tits full exposed for the world to see along with the deep groove of her pussy crack nestled between her short creamy legs. She had a wonderfully shaped bum, much to the envy of some of the other women. She had been building up to needing another wee. It was as she opened the fridge door and was struck by a cold blast of air that nearly triggered a reflex action to start pissing that she was suddenly overcome by the naughtiest of ideas. Moving up to the open fridge door she made sure that her pussy was aimed inside before letting go on the immense urge in her bladder, waiting with glee as the rush of release moved down to its exit point inside her lower lips. Slowly Gabriella began to pee, her pussy flaps allowing an increasing stream of hot piss to leave her shaved cunt. Pissing inside the fridge was an immense thrill, coupled by being able to feel but not see her pussy as she urinated. She could feel the wonderful release growing inside as she continued to empty herself into the fridge, her hot clear stream of flowing piss falling downwards between her slightly parted legs. She was still in the middle of her toilet when Selena entered the kitchen. Her gaze was instantly drawn to Gabriella’s naked bum cheeks and the sight of the moving pee stream issuing forth underneath.

‘Gabriella, you dirty girl!’ she laughed.

‘God you startled me!’ said Gabriella leaping back from the spot where she had just been pissing.

‘Don’t stop just because I’m here. I had never thought to take a piss in the fridge, you naughty girl!’ With that, Selena went to join Gabriella, staring in at the pee puddle inside.

‘I want a go,’ said Selena huskily, positioning her triangular mass of black pussy hairs in the direction of the fridge. Before Gabriella could even move out of the way Selena had started to pee. From the base of her pussy shot a long powerful stream of hot piss, so unlike the gentle shower Gabriella had allowed to flow her own pussy. Selena’s powerful stream splattered over the far wall, a stream of spent piss running down to merge with Gabriella’s puddle of pee. Selena’s flowing shower of urine spraying from her pussy was so strong that droplets of her piss were landing on Gabriella’s bare left thigh. Selena’s pee was so wonderfully warm that she could feel her nipples hardening with an obvious sexual tension that Selena could not help but notice.

‘Do you want me to wee on your leg?’ she asked, still pissing strongly from her lower lips.

‘Yes please,’ whispered back Gabriella barely able to believe what she had just said. Droplets of spent pee were still clinging the brown pubes around her own pussy, Selena’s womanhood looking so incredibly wonderful especially given the constantly flowing stream of urine issuing from her pee hole.

‘OK!’ said Selena barely able to believe her luck. Slowly she began to turn, both woman eagerly watching as Selena’s flowing fountain of spraying pee worked its way up the fridge wall before crossing open space to then rain down on Gabriella’s bare thigh and lower leg. The feeling was ecstatic was both women. For Gabriella, the heat of Selena’s pee was unbelievable, so lovely and warm as it christened her flesh with its wonderfully wet touch. Selena, on the other hand, could barely believe that she was taking a piss over another’s woman skin, her hot stream of flowing relief looking sensation as it sprayed over Gabriella’s bare flesh.

‘Turn around so that I can pee on your bum!’ she instructed, her breath hot and ragged. She was so turned on! Like Gabriella, her nipples were so incredibly hard, her tits proud on her chest as she continued to pee. The blonde haired customer care rep was keen to oblige, turning as instructed so that her peach like buttocks moved under Selena’s fast flowing piss shower. The hot sensation of flowing canlı bahis siteleri pee running over her buttocks was so intoxicating that she could not resist finishing off her own pee. Her lower lips parted in answer to her desire, a new stream of bodily warmed piss shooting out into the kitchen air.

‘Oh my!’ came an exclamation from the doorway. A very naked Penny had entered the room, her tits and pussy triangle of full display to the two pissing women. Her eyes had already caught full sight of Selena’s flowing urine fountain leaving her lower lips and the second sight of Gabriella’s toilet spray as it left her pussy to rain to the floor beneath her feet.

‘Don’t mind me,’ said the gorgeous brunette, ‘I’m just here for a piss in the cooker!’ With that, she passed the two somewhat embarrassed pissing women and went to stand in front of the object she had just named to serve as her toilet. After a fleeting moment to admire the sight of her pussy crack in the glass reflection, she bent door and opened the door wide enough to allow her aim into the dark interior. Barely a moment passed before Penny began to join in with the other urinating women, a hot spray of flowing piss leaping from her pussy lips before raining somewhat noisily into the cooker’s interior.

‘Maybe you would like to piss on my legs whilst I have my pee,’ she brazenly suggested, squirting even harder with her own piss shower to cover even more of the cooker’s innards with her toilet fountain.

Gabriella and Selena exchanged quick glances before immediately sealing their pee holes. It was too good an offer to miss. Rushing over to the still pissing Penny they positioned their pussy’s up to the brunette’s legs, one either side. Then, whilst cupping a hand each, over Penny’s warm round bum cheeks they started to pee, squirting the last of their pussy fountains over bare flesh, feeling the wondrous warmth as the last of their urine existed their pee holes.

Rebecca was squatting, taking a long piss over the living room carpet, when the three women returned.

‘Where have you all been?’ demanded Heather grabbing the offered champagne bottle from Gabriella’s trembling hand before taking a swig. Gabriella could not help her gaze from settling on Heather’s uncovered crotch and the sight of the woman’s pubic triangle nestled between her legs. Heather’s slit looked so inviting, more so for the little droplets of spent pee from where the woman had taken her last, no doubt, naughty piss.

‘Are you admiring my pussy, Gabriella?’ asked Heather somewhat bluntly. ‘You can have a lick if you like. With that, she parted her legs allowing the normally shy blonde to take a place with her tongue moving into Heather’s crack. She was still applying oral stimulus to her friend when the older of the two Lizzy’s piped up.

‘I’m going to piss in her hair,’ and with that she moved up into position behind the kneeling form of a naked and oblivious Gabriella.

‘You wouldn’t dare!’ said Rebecca who had just finished her pee over the carpet. It was of course the wrong thing to say. Barely a moment later, a hot stream of fast flowing piss was leaving Lizzy’s cunt and spraying over Gabriella’s bare back. Pissing harder, Lizzy watched gleefully as her urine shower traced its way over Gabriella’s neck and directly into her hair. Hot pee splatter over Gabriella’s head, her peroxide blonde strands becoming drenched in Lizzy’s shooting shower of pee.

‘I want a go next,’ said Tina, her own need to pee again painfully acute. Pissing over the floor or the furniture was one thing, peeing over another person was another entirely!

‘Come and have a piss on me then,’ offered Nadine, moving to sit on the floor. ‘You too Lizzy,’ she said to the MD’s daughter. Neither wasted a moment, rushing over to get their pussies into position and ready to start showering the raven haired woman with their hot piss fountains.

‘I get to wee on you afterwards,’ warned Nadine, just as Tina opened up with full force. From her hairy cunt shot a spray of hot piss that landed directly over Nadine’s very erect nipples. Lizzy’s pee stream followed a moment later, spraying directly onto the back of Nadine’s head, through her hair and onto the skin underneath.

Thus, the time in Tina’s ex house came to a very wet end. The girls had become deeply enamored with their new wet hobby and could not wait until one of them gained a cheating partner who needed to be taught a very golden lesson.

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It was only a few years ago that my wife, Annie, and I, still in our late 20s, became good friends with another couple, Sandy and Jim. Annie and Sandy started things, both having part-time, work-from-home jobs at the same company. They met at new employee orientation and immediately hit it off. Jim and I have our own full-time careers, in different fields.

Annie and Sandy were soon getting together for the occasional lunch, then that morphed into morning jogging workouts, followed by coffee at either their or our place, the whole arrangement working out very well. Sandy and Jim were a couple of years older, but we shared lots of similar background tales, and while Sandy and Annie were the close friends, Jim and I got along fine, so the foursome was quite compatible.

Naturally, that led to us swapping – dinner invitations, that is. Pretty soon, it was regular thing for us to spend at least one day or evening per weekend as a foursome, whether hiking in the nearby countryside, or cooking together, taking in the occasional night spot or concert, or having each other over for dinner. One night at our place after dinner, and after several adult beverages, Jim mentioned how much they’d loved a vacation the year before to the Caribbean at a couples resort – not the wild and crazy kind, but a well-known couples venue of its own. While they were there, on a whim they got a “couples massage” at the resort spa, and when they recounted it.

“Couples massage??” my somewhat naive Annie asked.

“That’s right,” her newfound friend (and something of the mother hen of the two) Sandy answered. I took the following explanation as an excuse to check out Sandy more closely. She, like Annie, was about 5’5″, an ash-blonde with blue eyes to my Annie’s brunette and brown. Otherwise the girls were pretty similar – medium build, what I guessed were healthy B-cup breasts, nice generous hips without being noticeably big.

Continuing, Sandy was clearly enjoying this, she added, “You and Ed should really try it sometime – I know you’d love it – especially you, Ed – or maybe especially both of you!” she chuckled, swapping knowing glances with Jim.

“How does that work?” Annie took the bait.

“Well, decided to do their spa thing, and when we got there for our appointment, the receptionist asked if we wanted separate or a ‘couples massage.’ We asked the same thing, and she told us that we would be massaged in the same room, and could select either male or female, or one each, masseuses, however you pronounce that.”

“And what did you pick?” Annie was tuned in on all frequencies – I could see her eyes shining and I imagined that she was imagining exactly what, I hoped.

“We picked one of each. Then a woman dressed like a hospital orderly showed us into a private dressing room joined to a bathroom, gave us big fluffy bathrobes to wear, and explained that we should shower first, then enjoy a tub soak in the next room beyond, and ring an indicated bell when we were ready for the massage part. Before leaving, the orderly lady pointed out a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket with glasses (they were plastic, but nice) next to it, saying it was compliments of the management with congratulations on our anniversary! Nice touch!”

“Sounds very luxe,” I offered, figuring I should add something to the discussion, but really just wanting to listen now, and imagine what Sandy might look like in that shower, and then in that robe, and then . . . .

Sandy continued, yanking me back to reality, “It was – the whole resort was that way, and we paid big bucks for it, but we figured it was an anniversary splurge, and I think it was worth it – how about you, hon’?”

“Absolutely!” Jim smiled.

“So there we were – we showered, although it was awkward because Mr. Horndog here wanted to mess around in the shower, and I had to fend him off with promises of future fun,” Sandy smirked.

“Future mutual fun, right?” Jim countered.

“Oh, yes, the feeling was mu’tual, all right,” Sandy grinned, then continued. “So we got all clean, then we went to the next room and there was this enormous spa tub, more of a spa pond, really – all surrounded by vegetation, sort of like being in a jungle pool or something – very romantic. The room was cool, but the water was sort of gently swirling, not bubbling like a hot tub or anything, and steam was rising from it.”

“As in really, really hot!” Jim broke in. “It must have taken me five minutes to get all the way in, while Mrs. Unfazed here just slipped in and proceeded to laugh at my efforts to keep from being parboiled!”

Sandy laughed, remembering it well, and scoffed, “Some tough guy – anyway, we finally got in and soaked, just soaked – with our glasses of bubbly, of course, probably for a good ten minutes plus, before the heat of the water was starting to get to us. I think Jim was ready to get out before I was, but after my teasing, he was gutting it out, so I took pity.”

“Pity?!” Jim whined in jest.

“It’s ok, he got over it. So we scrambled maltepe escort out and Jim rang the bell while I was putting on my robe. Another door to the pool room opened, and there were our masseuses. One gorgeous blond woman, in her thirties maybe, her hair up, in shorts and a tank top that was obviously, very obviously, not encumbered by a bra, and hunk of a guy, also blond, younger than the rest of us, very clean cut and really buff, with similar shorts and tank top.”

“No bra for him either, huh?” I joked.

“No, but it sure looked like no underwear either – not that I noticed, of course.”

“Not that you noticed until at least a nanosecond had passed, that is,” Jim chortled.

“‘I’m Drake, and this is Diane,’ the hunk introduced, and ‘We’ll be taking care of you this afternoon. Do you have a preference of who massages whom?’

“We looked at each other, and it was obvious what we preferred, but not quite yet obvious that we were about to admit it to each other, much less announce it. Thankfully, Jim solved that and said, he thought male on female, and female on male would work best. I didn’t miss the pun, but let it go. Jim added that if he was going to have someone squeezing his glutes, he sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to relax if it were a male. Obviously, Jim has never had a professional massage, but I love him anyway.”

Jim blustered a bit at that, but it was all in good humor.

“Yes, well,” Sandy continued, “that was fine with me, too. So then they explained we were to lie face-down, heads cushioned beyond the length of each bed by a padded horse shoe shaped pillow attachment. There were two massage tables, adjacent, side by side. Attire? I asked, still unsure of the procedure and etiquette.”

“‘Per your comfort. Note the towels here (she pointed) if you prefer to be covered,’ Diane answered.”

“‘Well, then, in for a penny,’ Jim said, and dropped his robe, climbing up on a table and lying down in a pretty quick movement. Neither massager batted an eye at his being bare-assed. That left it up to me. I hopped up onto the other table in a sitting position, shrugged off the robe, then spun and lay down quickly as well, taking care to fold my breasts to where they were comfortable. So there we were, bare buns up, heads down. I felt Jim search for and find my hand next to him, and it was sweet that he wanted to hold hands!”

“The massages continued, very professionally, and I looked over to see that Diane was doing the same thing to Jim as Drake was doing to me, which somehow heightened the eroticism of the whole thing, which was undeniable, but unspoken between any of us. They stood on the sides of the tables and started with our feet, really giving a great foot massage, which is a wonder all in itself if you’ve never had a proper one. Then they moved up to the calves, then to the thighs, and kept everything very within bounds, despite our nakedness. After a bit, they moved up to the head end sides of the tables and did our un-held hands then outboard arms, then shoulders, then swept long stroked down our backs. I went from being nervous to getting turned on to being just relaxed. So far, so good.

“When they’d done that, they asked us to turn over, which I knew was going to be a moment of truth. I glanced over at Jim when we flipped, and was a little relieved that he wasn’t all erect, maybe a little more swollen – I didn’t really get a good look, but definitely not sticking up in the air or anything. I just flipped and lay back down, closed my eyes – it just seemed natural – we’d been pretty sightless with our faces in those pillow things, so I just kept it up.

“As we settled down, Drake asked, ‘You folks doing ok with this so far?’

“We both murmured our yesses, and he said, ‘If there’s anything special you’d like, or if there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable, please let us know.’ Talk about an opening!”

“‘Whatever you like – we’re here for the works!’ Jim said, and I’m sure I blushed at that, probably from my toes up.”

“‘Coming right up,’ Drake answered, and I couldn’t quite tell if he was continuing the joke or just answering a vanilla response.”

“It wasn’t vanilla. Drake started in on my legs, and spent a lot less time on the fronts than he had on the backs. With the pillow things, I managed to reach back and pull mine up, and went with the eyes wide open after all. I looked next to me and saw that Jim had done the same thing and was watching Diane do his thighs, and then I saw that, sure enough, he was hard – that didn’t take long! His dick was just sort of waving in the breeze, while Diane absolutely ignored it and worked his quads. I took a minute to figure out if I was jealous, or was going to be if things went further, then I felt Drake do this long stroke with one hand on the outside of my thigh and one on the inside, from my knee up almost to, so close to, my, you know. And I realized I was enjoying that, and figured good for goose and gander alike, and relaxed into the pleasure of it all.

“It escort maltepe didn’t take long for me to have to start moving my hips, just a little, hoping Drake would go a little higher. I think he must have registered that, but then he came around and started doing my shoulders from the front, then working to my chest, and finally, alongside me, stroking the outside of my breasts almost incidentally – maddeningly incidentally, dammit! All along, he’d been replenishing the supply of oils like massage people do, and then without asking or warning, he took a generous handful and spread it all over my breasts! I almost launched off the table, and he stepped back, I guess worried that he’d crossed a line that Jim had indicated was ok to cross. ‘Sorry,’ I murmured, and lay back. That got Jim to look over and see what was going on. I smiled at him as Drake started working the oil into both my breasts, and was glad to see Jim smile at what he was seeing, and I looked and saw his dick give some extra waves. OK, then, all systems go, for sure, I thought, as I felt my nipples hard and my breasts being cupped and stroked and the nipples squeezed – delightfully!

“Next, Drake kept at my breasts, but with just one hand, moving back and forth, not quite predictably, but giving each about equal attention, as his other hand started stroking at my navel and moving downward, no doubt in where he was going!

“I just lay there, and watched Drake’s strong arms, glancing from time to time at Diane’s treatment of Jim. He was in the same situation, but soon Diane left his chest alone and used both hands on him, one under his sack and the other just blatantly stroking him! I was amazed, and surprised that I wasn’t all jealous-angry, seeing my husband getting a hand job from someone else! I realized I was even more turned on by it, and all that was heightened by Drake’s finding me wet and welcoming, and as a professional would, having no trouble at all finding my special area – ok, areas – of excitement.

“I don’t’ know if it was the build-up, or the strange naughtiness of it all, or what, but it took only about 30 seconds of that for me to realize I was going to come, right then and there! I heard myself whimper, and looked over, and Jim was a fraction ahead of me. I watched, amazed, as he shot off, the first spurt rising a foot or two into the air, and that put me over for sure, and I just came . . . and came . . . and came! I’m sure I cried out, but I don’t really remember the details by that time.

“I know I was exhausted after that one big O, and I guess so was Jim. Drake and Diane said nothing at all at first, just took fresh towels and wiped us down of the oils (and of whatever Jim had produced). Finally, Drake said, ‘We hope you’ve enjoyed your time here this afternoon. If there is anything we can do further . . . .’

“‘No, no, thank you, I think we’re fine,’ Jim sort of sighed, and I didn’t argue with that. The two of them left us alone, and after a couple of minutes, Jim asked if I was still ok, and I said I was, and we made our way back to the showers, took quick clean-off turns, then dried off and got dressed. On the way out, Jim signed the tab, and I’m sure he tipped well. And that was that.”

“Whew,” I said. “Amazing story – you lucky guys!”

“Yeah, lucky us,” Jim answered, sort of dreamily for a guy, and he took Sandy’s hand and squeezed it and they looked at each other, remembering – it was really a Hallmark moment – I’d have said ‘awwww…’ if I’d thought of it.

Annie, on the other hand, whacked me on the shoulder and said, “Lucky them!? I suppose you’d want to get some babe to do that to you, huh?”

“Only if you were next to me getting the Drake treatment, hon!” I said, backpedaling only a little.

“Well, we were lucky,” Sandy chimed in. “And you really should try it if you get the chance!”

“I can’t imagine doing that,” Annie persisted.

“Well, maybe we can discuss it further next week something,” Sandy said quietly. It’s awkward with the guys here, I realize.”

The rest of the evening was fine, but a bit awkward. Sandy’s recount of the couples massage was certainly on my mind, and I expect on everyone’s. Sandy and Jim left earlier than usual, and I suspected they were off to mess around, both having been turned on by the memory. I was certainly turned on and couldn’t wait to get into bed with Annie, and hoped that she was feeling likewise, although a bit worried that she’d been grossed out and would react the opposite way.

Annie and I cleaned up the dishes afterwards, then went through our usual pre-sleep regimens, me first into the bathroom since it takes her more time (ok, and I admit I’m frequently asleep by the time she finishes – not that night, though). As Annie crawled into bed, I rolled over and wrapped her up in my arms, sneaking some kisses down onto her shoulder and neck (which I know she likes). To my mild surprise but beyond-mild pleasure, she nestled in her body signaling all the right things, including already being well lubricated when maltepe escort bayan I got to discovering that, and before long, we had a wordless but enthusiastic bout of sex, with her having two orgasms pretty quickly, then a third, as mine arrived.

In the aftermath of cuddling, I asked her if she’d enjoyed the massage story and if she’d like to do that sometime. She demurred, side-stepping, but I knew, and she knew I knew, that it had been the catalyst for our lovemaking. I fell asleep hoping that Sandy could convince her, where she was too embarrassed to be convinced by me.

The next mid-week, she and Sandy planned on lunching together. That evening, Annie told me how it went. Sandy surprised her by showing up at our place way early, dressed for lunch, but with jogging gear in her bag, and suggested they go for a run before lunch. The two of them were good enough friends by then that it seemed fine to Annie, and so they changed and off they sped, doing their usual three-mile course that was long enough to work up a sweat and feel like they’d shed calories, and short enough not to exhaust them. When they got back home, so Annie told me later, she told Sandy to help herself to the guest bath, and Annie went back, stripped, and got into our shower.

I’ve always loved showering with Annie, something about washing your mate, and being done in return, that’s special, or at least is to me – whether or not it leads to having sex, which of course it sometimes does. AND, of course, it does save water, so is no doubt a virtuous activity! As a result, we live in a house that has an extra large master bedroom shower (part of the reason I was taken with the house to begin with, when we were in the market – I think that for Annie, it was more about the closet storage or cupboard space or something). Annie had stripped, heated the water, and barely gotten into the shower, when she heard the door open. In confusion and with something of a shriek of surprise, she turned to see Sandy, also nude, coming through the shower door!

Sandy laughed at her surprise and embarrassment and said something about she should relax, they’d save water this way! Annie, flummoxed, told me that she didn’t know what to do – throw her out and waste a great friendship, just soap down and hope nothing else happened (after all, if a nude female joins one in a bath, one might expect SOMEthing to be about to happen), or go with the flow, whatever that might be.

To Sandy’s credit, she didn’t push it, but joined in the self-bathing, soaping up, scrubbing down, rinsing off (they both have pretty short hair, so no problems there). Annie did likewise, and then Sandy said they should do each other’s backs, and nudged Annie to turn around. Annie did, passive as usual, and Sandy gave her back a good scrub, right down to her buns. Annie said she tightened up when Sandy got that low, but Sandy didn’t do anything other than scrub, then told Annie to rinse and do her. Annie reciprocated, and they got out, dried off, and nothing more happened. Nothing, except Sandy asked Annie how the back scrub was, and told her that a massage would, of course, be much, much better.

So that was how Sandy, extrovert that she is, started to “discuss” the matter as she’d mentioned they should do. At lunch, Sandy persisted, and by the time they were done, Annie was pretty much going along with the idea, if it ever presented itself.

That evening, Annie recounted the episode to me at dinner. I was past attentive, locked in, and imagining the whole thing as she told it.

When Annie finished, I said, “So what are your thoughts about all that?”

“Well,” she started, “part of me knew you would wish you could have been there. Sandy’s breasts are bigger than mine, so she’s a lot sexier, and she’s shaved – shaved clean – down there!”

“Hey, you know that – at least to me – breast size is no indicator of sexiness, but you’re right, I wish I’d have been there to watch! And did the back scrub feel good?”

“I guess, but I was so nervous, I don’t think I gave it much of a chance.”

“And what did you think about scrubbing her?

“It was interesting – she was so smooth, and she has nice back muscles and that great ass…”

“Yours is better, trust me!” I interjected.

“Anyway, it was an interesting experiment – not one I’m thinking we’ll repeat.”

“You might find some disagreement with Sandy there,” I said. “But for now, I’m awfully horny, having listened to a tale of my demure wife in the shower with her possibly bi best friend, all naked and sudsy and all – got time for play?”

She did, and we did, and much later, the dishes got done.

Several weeks later, Sandy and Jim had us over for dinner, nothing special, just a get-together, and Jim had been out of town for a business trip, so we hadn’t seen each other since before the shower incident, which I was sure Sandy would have told Jim about, but that Jim and I hadn’t discussed, or even mentioned.

The dinner was fine – on the light side, with pre-dinner drinks and ample wine helping to make it a convivial evening. After dinner, wine glasses refilled, we relaxed in their living room, and Sandy, as ever, broke the ice. “So, I think I have Annie convinced about the couples massage – how about you, Ed?”

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She got in the car with a tight, white tank, a hot, little skirt and red Chuck Taylors. Trying not to be obvious, (but I couldn’t help myself) I lingered over her cleavage and highly visible nipples. Wearing a super thin bra, she acted like she didn’t notice, but I’m sure she did…I think that was probably her intention.

We were headed out to a prairie that was being expanded with some new restoration work. I was glad they had trails designed for access, because neither of was really dressed to push through thick grass…I was wearing shorts and flip flops and she had that tiny little skirt.

I was shooting some of the late-blooming forbes, and numerous poses that featured Tina. She looked sexy as hell and I had to reposition myself several times…botany can be terribly arousing. After about an hour, we were standing in the tall swaying grasses, under a big sky and making out. She reached down to stroke the growing shaft, and flashed a sexy smile, “Let’s do it here!”

She unbuckled the belt, and I pushed my shorts and underwear down. With everything bunched around my ankles, my dick stood hard and upright in the autumn sun. Emerging from thick, bushy pubes and arching proudly over my belly, it pointed up to the warm blue sky.

There was no way she could resist eight inches of warm flesh and started stroking. Her amazing gray eyes twinkled in the sun and she could only smile, while I awkwardly kicked my clothes and flip flops aside and pressed my body into hers.

She looked at me with those beautiful eyes and sensuously slid her tongue over her lips, slowly dropping to her knees. She worked the area just under the head, flicking back and forth over the ridge. At the same time, she reached up to run her fingers through the pubes, and up over my abs.

With a huge grin, she slipped off the tank top; looking happy, totally content, she took hold of it and wrapped tight her lips around the head. I watched her suckle my cock in the dappled shade of a big lonesome bur oak; the warm sunlight skirted the edge of its canopy and animated the subtle movement of her breasts.

Still dating, but definitely serious, we’d been together for more than a year…and this moment was exactly why. She was sexy as hell, with her lips, tongue, mouth and hands all working together. Mmmm…with the right person on their knees, multi-tasking certainly becomes sexual prowess.

Her hands moved over my cock, spreading spit up and down the shaft. Fighting back what little gag reflex she had, I felt her throat expanding to take the head. When I put my hands on her shoulders, she wanted me to take control and guided my hand to the back of her head. I held her steady, using both hands, and started thrusting gently, into her throat.

She gagged once and I immediately pulled out. Looking down, I caressed her cheeks and asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s good, keep going,” she smiled.

I tightened the grip on her head and began pumping gently through her lips…and into her throat. At first, I thought she was trying to get me off…service my cock quick…you know? But I soon realized, she was just getting started and leaned back. She was getting me ready for more…much more and pulled down her panties. Tracing her fingers through her pussy and then circling her clit, she pushed inside and pumped her fingers deep. Grinning, she placed them both on my lips to savor the arousal.

I watched her pump a few more times, but this time she sampled her own pleasure and moaned. I pulled her close, to share the juices, before tossing her panties into the grass.

I got between her legs and started licking her pussy, teasing her clit, and gently pumping my fingers into the warming embrace. The musky scent of sweet arousal demanded that I push my tongue deep and start fucking.

She begged as I soaked up the wetness, “Oh Rob…Rob…god damn…don’t stop…don’t stop that!”

Clearly that wasn’t happening, and I quickly mumbled, “Mmmm…you…you taste amazing…tastes like you need my tongue…but you’re going to need a cock…soon!”

“Mmmm…I know I will…ahhhh…ahhhh…I can’t wait…can’t wait for that!” Wanting me deeper, she started rolling her hips, to ride my tongue. She moaned, “Ahhhh Rob…Rob…that…that’s good…yeah…yeah…yeah, so good!”

Still grinding my tongue, she continued moaning as I went deep, savoring every drop of her rich musk.

To keep her bud in the mix, I fought her hips to pull back to where I could reach it. When I was able to suck and flick it with my tongue, she almost screamed. She gripped my head tight till the pleasure overwhelmed her; I felt her shuddering on my lips, and soft screams echoed the ecstasy flowing through illegal bahis her body. When it passed, she gently worked her hips, while I traced her pussy and the tiny slit with my tongue.

I moved up to work her nipples, encircling each tiny erection with my lips. She held me and pulled me in tight, pushing it deeper between my lips…she fucked my mouth with her nipples. Our lips met several times, and I licked her all over, going back and forth between her tits, sucking, teasing and nibbling.

I felt her moans with my lips, but I knew what she really wanted and grinned, “Sweetie, let’s go over to those trees.”

We moved down a gentle slope into the dappled shade of some willow and poplar. With the leaves already turning gold, the warm sun that afternoon seemed to electrify them. A warm autumn is hard to beat when the sky is intense blue and bright, and the leaves are turning…you know?

“This’s perfect; we can even hear the creek…Rob you know how to pick’m.”

Our lips met and then I smiled, “Well, I picked you too, sweetie.”

She softly said, “I want you to fuck me, right now!”

We pushed the grass down to form a cozy layer and I grinned, “I know you love doggystyle…bend over on your hands and knees for me.”

I settled in behind her and rubbed spit over the head. She was moist, and I worked it up and down through her lips, and then over her clit.

By the time I added more spit, she was begging me to put it inside. “Mmmm, give me that dick…yeah…yeah…I can handle it…I can handle it without lube…put it in…put it in and fuck me!” She groaned as she felt it split her open and push inside; gently and gradually, I got a little deeper, but it wasn’t easy going. We needed more than spit…or lube.

She looked back, “Let’s try something different…I guess I was wrong. Doggy isn’t going to work without the lube.”

She rolled over to lay on her back, drawing her legs way back to spread them wide. Then, using both hands, she spread her pussy lips to form a small gap. Considering how tight she is, that tiny gap looked huge…like a grand entrance!

Nestled in the grass, my sexy, little mother nature grinned, “Now, try that!”

I added more spit and pushed back inside; she was still tight, but not as bad. We made it work without lube, but I had to go easy, slowly taking it deeper and deeper.

When I felt her pubes against mine, we were nestled tight together, and she started moving with my thrusts to push it deep. Long…deep…satisfying strokes…pumping into her pussy, I watched my cock push and tug the lips. Stretched tight around the shaft, I couldn’t help but drag them in and out with each thrust.

I remember hoping she wasn’t going to be too sore, but then she put me at ease, “Mmmm…Rob…fuck Rob…that’s it…ahhhh…ahhhh…fuck me…fuck me just like that…mmmm…fuck!”

Twisting and rocking to savor the stretching fullness I could deliver, her gaze met mine and she squeezed my cock in long, lingering pulses, “Oh…oh god, sweetie…ahhhh…ahhhh…you’re so fucking hot…oh god…oh god, fuck me…fuck me…yeah, fuck me!”

Her eyes opened so wide, I almost got lost in the striking blue gray, I grabbed her hips and pumped her pussy, driving my cock deep into her belly. After eating her pussy, I needed some relief too…I need to cum.

She responded by thrusting up to me and wrapping her legs tight, urging me to go hard and deep. “Do it on me baby…you’re about to cum…do it on me…cover my tits! Cover my tits…mmmm…cover’m with all that hot cum!”

My body shuddered and every muscle tensed as I pulled out. Aching and throbbing for relief, I wildly jacked the shaft, barely touching the head; I knew I’d explode before even getting there. Straddling her, I got myself positioned perfectly, just shy of my target…or targets. I leered at the sizable, pale-skinned orbs. Crowned with the tastiest, deeply colored nips, I thought they’d be even better covered with cum.

Finally, it was time, and I savored the moment I could let go. I pumped my fist over the head; swollen, thick and throbbing, it sent pleasure surging through my body. I screamed and spilled my load over her tits, “Fuckkkk…fuck Tina…Ttttiiiinnnnaaaaaa!”

Like pollen on the wind, I sprayed wildly, scattering fertile seed over her tits. After finishing, a lone strand hung from the tip and I laid it gently over a breast and teased a nipple. For a few of minutes we were silent, but Tina kept the sexy grin while she caressed her tits, coating them with release.

I raised up on my knees and just gazed…gazed at her cum spattered breasts. They were magnificent to start, but now they were vibrant with the illegal bahis siteleri dappled sun and glistening cum. Letting go of my sated dick, I reached out, to circle…and tweak her nips, “You like that, baby girl? Like all that cum?”

“Yeah…yeah, I love all the cum…but I’m not done with you!” She still had the sexy Tina grin and rolled forward, pushing me back to lay in the grass, where she was on top.

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She straddled me and our eyes met; she was hungry, lusting for more. I pulled her pussy to my lips; it was gapped and welcoming, and I penetrated her with my tongue.

She sensuously caressed her tits, and fucked herself, moaning as her hips met each thrust of my tongue. I cupped her ass and pushed her pussy tight against my face, probing deep for arousal…savoring the warmth…and savoring the taste.

With her euphoric musk almost dripping from my lips, I licked up over her clit, lightly circling and flicking; the tiny bud was firm, but super sensitive. “Oh fuck…fuck…fuck Rob…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…oh god…Rob…Rob…so ready…so ready…ready to cum…yeah…yeah…keep…keep it up!”

Of course, I kept going…sucking…teasing…and finally rubbing it with my fingers. The ecstasy only grew, starting deep and growing to overwhelm her body, till she was ready to explode.

Now, with all the focus on her clit, it took only minutes and she was thrusting into me and writhing. Her thighs tightened around me and she screamed, “Fuckkkk! Robbbbbb!

When she stopped shuddering, her body relaxed and she rested above me on her hands; I was able to breath deep, inhaling the precious aroma, covering my face.

Licking over my chin, I grinned, “Baby girl, you like that? Fuck, I know I did!”

Without hesitation, she giggled, “Mmmm, couldn’t get better…I loved it!”

With our clothes in a pile, we sat mostly naked, talking and laughing, before we realized that maybe we should get dressed. We quickly got our clothes on, but I did get a few photos of Tina, with her smile and tits, peeking around a big poplar. I even managed some photos of goldenrod and asters, that didn’t feature her, in panties. We explored the prairie for maybe another half hour, before pulling out the lunch we packed. Basking in the warm sun, we sat in back and rambled on about doing some camping next summer…maybe the Rockies.

Once we got back home, I parked in the drive and opened a couple beers, from the cooler. We wanted to squeeze out the last of what turned out to be a perfect autumn day. I opened the back to sit in the sun, and playfully swatted her ass, as she hopped up next to me.

She had a sexy, do-it-again squeal, but I clinked her bottle and grinned, “Well here’s to not getting caught, screwing in the prairie.”

She laughed, “Yes, that’s a good thing,” and clinked again. “I was a little preoccupied, but I tried to listen for cars.” “Though, down in that valley,” she giggled, “we would’ve been screwed.”

“I think we got lucky because it’s a weekday.”

She grinned, “I think we got lucky in other ways, too…real lucky!”

I smiled, “We’ll have to remember that Wednesday is the time for sex in the prairie.” Both raising our bottles into the autumn sun, I said, “And, I think we both enjoyed getting lucky!”

We talked a bit more and her sexy smile seemed to change, like she was pondering something. She looked around some and then said, “Maybe we’re not done getting lucky?” As she got the words out, she flipped up her skirt, and poured beer over her panties, “Oops, look I spilled…how clumsy! I’ll just have to slip these off.”

I laughed, “What was that about? You need more?”

“Maybe a little more…but I’m mostly worried about you.”

“Why,” I asked?

“You ate me out twice, back there…and I don’t want you to get blue balls…are you still hard?”

Staring at bare pussy, I forced myself to look up, “No, I’m not still hard…and sweetie, I don’t have blue balls.”

She poured a little more over herself; letting it bubble down through the little slit, she pushed a little inside.

At that point, I looked all around to insure we had privacy and laughed, “You are fucking crazy…and I love it! That’s too much to pass up…fuck, it’s even pilsner-flavored!” I leaned down and worked my tongue over her labia…tracing it and pushing inside.

“Sweetie, I know I’ve got lotion in my purse…maybe you need to drain those non-blue balls?”

I looked up and decided to tease her, “Yeah, I think we’ll need that lotion, but I’m worried about getting it up, you know? Will you spread it on for me and get it hard?”

With some canlı bahis siteleri skepticism, she looked at me, “Are you sure? You never have a problem, but yes, I’ll spread it on…let me get it.”

I was unbuckling my shorts, when she came around the corner. When I shucked the underwear down, it jumped out, and stood straight. “See, I told you I might need some help,” laughing!

“Yeah, you don’t need any help, but I definitely don’t mind.” Stroking lube over the shaft, she added a little more to the head and smiled, “Look at those nice pink balls…no blue at all!”

I sat her up in the back with her legs spread, wide. My gaze slowly slid down over her body…she looked amazing, wearing only a tank top and ready to be taken. We held each other and I plunged my tongue into her mouth…we made out in the waning afternoon sun and I slid my hand between her legs. Parting her lips, they were puffy and moist, with arousal…and probably pilsner.

“Sweetie, grab the blanket back there…I’ll lay it over this thing, so it won’t be digging into your back…a lot more comfortable.”

“Mmmm, such a gentleman.”

When I dropped down to bury my face, the wetness glistened, and I inhaled the sweet aroma of beer. My tongue pushed into the juicy, warmth and I thought pairing beer with pussy was brilliant. Fucking…beer-tasting excellence!

I licked up the insides of her swollen labia…up, over to tease her clit and back down. She moaned when she felt her lips stretching to welcome my fingers, “Oh Honey…mmmm, that feels amazing! Yeah…yeah…fuuuuccckkk that’s good…mmmm!”

She was warm, wet and tight; I couldn’t wait to take hold of my hard cock and shove it into her moist embrace. I rubbed the g-spot and worked her clit with my tongue. She was moaning and bucking into my face, “I want you…mmmm…want your cock…in me…put it in me…fuck me, Rob!”

I looked up over her body; it echoed her words and begged for my cock. Spreading the lotion, I worked some inside and slid the shaft over the spread lips. She groaned with pleasure as I pushed inside, gradually pumping deeper and deeper, until I was deep in her cervix. “Oh God, that’s it…just like that…oh Rob, fuck me…fuck me…fuck me, deep!”

I couldn’t help but moan, when I paused, deep inside, to savor the heat; I loved feeling my dick pulse against her pussy’s grip…I still love that feeling.

Pumping, in and out, each thrust almost took her breath away, but then she went for it, and started rubbing. I pushed her legs way back and grabbed her hips; the sensation of a hard, pounding fuck, paired with masturbation, quickly took her to the brink.

I leaned forward and pleasured myself by watching my cock plow inside, “That’s it, babe…you need a cock…you need it deep…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…spread for me…yeah…yeah…yeah, spread for me!” It was only minutes (maybe ten), before my breathing got choppy and I felt release, churning in my balls.

“So close…uhhhh…uhhhh…so close, baby!”

Completely lost in the ecstasy, she moaned wildly, and her breasts danced and bobbed, barely confined in the tank top. She groaned, “Yeah…yeah, give it to me! I want it…want it all…give it to me…yeah…yeah…fuckin’ fill me up!” Her pussy throbbed around me, squeezing the pulsing veined shaft, that was aching to explode!

“Oh fuck…uhhhh…uhhhh…Tina…fuck…fuck,” I shoved deep and held it there, flooding her insides. My cock twitched with each pulse and it bathed in the heat, filling her.

“Oh my god…oh god, I feel it…I…I feel it! That’s it, fill me…that’s it, Rob…that’s it…I want it…want your cum!” She rubbed furiously, but the hot load did it. She bucked her body against mine and her pussy walls quivered. Stuffed full of cock and jizz, she moaned, “Fuck…fuck…cumming…oh god, cumming…yer cum…yer cum…oh god…cumming…cumming…cummmmmmmming!”

When we came to rest and caught our breath some, a warm, trickle seeped out and ran down my balls, “Damn! That’s good…mmmm, no blue balls here!” I grinned, “I think we need to do more pussy pilsner.”

Tina’s intelligent and always bright with ideas, she giggled, “Maybe we could try other beers and do tastings…it seems we both enjoyed it.”

I laughed, “We really need to…today’s selection was a sensuous, pale lager, with a clean, crisp, lightly-hopped, pussy taste!”

She added, “but with a lingering pleasure on your tongue…that you love to savor!” Her eyes sparkled and her fingers trailed down the long, flaccid shaft, “And, we definitely need to try some beers, poured over this guy.”

“A heavy, full-bodied stout for sure,” she giggled!

I grinned, “Mmmm, that sounds fun,” and pressed my lips to hers…I remember feeling the warmth of her body against mine…sensuous…lusty…and fiery hot! At that moment, it felt like everything in the world was in my arms. I knew she was the kind of woman I could marry.

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I explained in Ch. 01 of this series how sometimes, you’re in need of a place to satisfy certain desires, and the lack of suitable locations leads to a degree of inventiveness on your part. Admittedly, there’s folks that you just give up on if you figure they’re not worth it — but then there’s others that you have a hunch about, and get creative with.

Such was the case with sweet Colleen. She was bubbly and sweet, and given a little prodding, prone to such rampant sexual hunger that most guys would be taken a bit off-guard.

She had been coming into the cafe I managed for a while with her friends, but one night she came in by herself when I wasn’t working. I was sitting at the counter as my boss David was serving me coffee when she walked in.

“Hey,” I said. “Haven’t seen you around here recently — what’s been going on?”

“Not much,” she said, flashing me her big smile as she threw her arms around my neck. “John and I broke up.” I hugged her back and there was that brief linger — you know the one.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I said in a tone that sounded right, but with a look in my eye that showed I wasn’t that sorry, and that I was willing to help her get over it.

Colleen and I flirted back and forth and talked for a while, ending the evening with a drive out around the city. We ended up behind a bowling alley, attempting to fuck in the back seat without someone pulling in back to see in case there was anyone around. It was uneventful due to us both being nervous, so we headed back to the cafe unfulfilled.

* * *

The next time I’d seen her, she had come in about an hour prior to my closing the cafe for the night. It was a Monday night, and a dead one at that, so I started the closing duties early. By the stroke of midnight, I had the floor mopped, all the chairs on the tables, and the doors locked — with Colleen still bursa escort inside.

She pressed her thin, sweet body against me, and placed small kisses on my cheeks and lips. Oh, how I was going to fuck the hell out of this girl, and it was going to be heaven.

I dimmed the lights in the cafe and moved back to her, running my hands around her midsection and slowly up under her shirt, caressing and squeezing her small breasts. She sighed and kissed me again. I went for the button on her cords as she drew back from me slightly.

“We can’t,” she said, and then grumbled one of the most irritating phrases in any guy’s vernacular. “I’m having my period.”

Damn, I’d struck out! I laughed a little and smiled. “Hon, it’s okay. Another time, and we’ll be able to do something.”

She grinned at me and gazed with her beautiful — and I do mean beautiful, folks — brown eyes. “Well, I could always go down on you.”

I smirked. “Yes, yes you could.” I looked around the cafe and my mind started to click. I took her by the wrist and led her into the small bathroom near the counter. Upon entering, she immediately went for my pants, pulling on the zipper and yanking them down on the sides.

I hopped up on the counter, making sure not to crack my tailbone on the faucet, and watched as Colleen instantly bent over, fished my rock-hard member out through my boxers, and went to town. I was instantly in shock — she was good. She was really good, and attacking it like she hadn’t eaten in days.

Now, I’m not a greedy individual, but I had to have more of her in some fashion. I pulled her up to standing and lifted her shirt up over her head. She instinctively unclasped her bra from behind to reveal two perky, B-cup breasts with beautiful puffy nipples. I instantly dove for them, taking them each individually into my mouth, sucking on them with the same fervor she’d bursa escort bayan just applied to my cock. Her moans were enough to tell me I was doing something right.

She then pushed me away from her and went down again, sucking on me hard and long, taking just the head into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it.

I was starting to feel like I might cum when I heard a noise outside the bathroom. Not immediately outside the bathroom, but in the cafe itself. “Shh!” I whispered to Colleen as she stopped and looked up. I wasn’t sure who was in the cafe, but I had definitely heard footsteps — and then voices. Voices!

I cocked my head for a second, attempting to make them out, and then recognized them: one of the cafe’s owners and his girlfriend. I knew they’d hear me in the bathroom, so I opted to play this one by ear.

“You stay here, and I will be right back — I promise.” Colleen nodded as I made myself presentable and walked out into the cafe, quickly shutting the bathroom door behind me. There stood one of the owners and his girlfriend behind the counter, going through some papers.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said to him somewhat weakly. “I’m not feeling too well — I’m not sure if it’s something I ate or what, but my stomach is seriously fucked up.” Stomach ailments, folks, are so completely easy to blow out of proportion.

“Did you take anything?” His girlfriend looked sad, as if she was completely sympathetic.

“Nah, nothing. I’ll be fine — I just, uh, you know — need to get through this.” I held one hand right under my stomach, making the face that said I was feeling like crap. In reality, I was dying to get back into that bathroom and come all over Colleen’s beautiful tits.

“Okay, man,” he said, “I’m just on my way out now. We stopped by to pick some shit up and now we’re going out for some drinks. I’d escort bursa invite you, but…”

“I understand,” I said, nodding. “You guys have a good time, and I’ll finish closing up in a few minutes.” They exited through the back door as I walked slowly back to the bathroom. Once I’d heard the sound of the key in the deadbolt, I flew back in to find Colleen leaning against the counter.

“Everything okay?” she asked as she started for my pants.

“Everything’s fine,” I said, resuming my previous position as she lowered her head. She continued sucking again, bringing me back to full hardness, and then started to rub the head of my cock against the palm of her hand. The sensation was something completely new to me; no girl had ever done that before. I started to moan, knowing I was definitely going to come at this point.

Colleen must have sensed it, because she removed her mouth long enough to whisper, “Tell me when you’re going to come.” I let her keep using her hand and mouth until I couldn’t bear it.

“I’m going to come any second now.”

She then stopped her oral assault on me, jerking me off and pointing me at her tits. I looked at her, slightly confused — I mean, I’d sort of expected her to let me come in her mouth. So, without further hesitation:

“Can I come in your mouth?”

“No,” she said, and used her hand once more, which was enough to make me moan, lean back, and completely explode. She then completely surprised me by pointing my cock away from her at an angle — this was, ladies and gentlemen, the first time I’d met a girl who didn’t at least tolerate come.

I shot a sizeable load across the wall of the bathroom, breathing heavily as Colleen stroked my dick. Once I’d finally finished, I held my own cock, trying to process what exactly had happened. I certainly wasn’t mad at her, just very surprised by the end result.

Colleen expected no reciprocation that night after going down on me, and she’d completely enjoyed herself. The stipulation, she later said, was that I would have to take care of her later on.

And boy, did I.

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It had all started during our Sophomore year of college. My best buddy Matt and I needed to talk to one of the assistant coaches for our football team, and since he had an open-door policy regarding offering help to any player on the team, we had made our way to his office unexpected.

We had just walked through the door when we saw that Coach Rob (as we all called him) was actually watching porn on his computer! The lights were off, so he didn’t notice us standing in the open doorway. I quickly hushed Matt’s stifled laughter and we stood there, watching Coach Rob as he jacked his dick to porn. I had to admit that even though Coach Rob was in his 40s, I had always found him really attractive. He still had a great body, with bulky muscles and a hairy body. Best of all, he was currently wielding an enormous hard dick, sticking straight up through the open fly of his jeans like a flagpole, the large mushroom head leaking precum. We had a front-row seat to the show he didn’t know he was giving us. I couldn’t believe we had caught our coach watching porn and jacking his dick right in his office with the door unlocked.

It didn’t take us long before we also realized that it wasn’t just any porn he was whacking it to, it was gay bondage porn. Matt and I both immediately popped up hard as rocks in our jeans as we focused on the site in front of us: the porn showed a young, slim but muscular twink jacking off the dick of an older daddy type. The daddy was tied to a bed, and the twink was teasing him and talking dirty. Saying things about how hard the daddy’s dick was and how much he liked being edged without being allowed to cum! I heard Matt moan quietly beside me as we watched Coach continue to jack his big dick, too focused on the porn to notice us standing there. I turned to Matt and pointed to Coach, shaking my head and jerking my thumb over my shoulder in a universal sign for “let’s get out of here”.

Once we had sped down the hallway, Matt turned to me,

“Damn dude, why did we have to leave? I wanted to watch Coach shoot his load!” He laughed. “Did you get a look at that huge dick he’s got? Fuck, man! Unbelievable.”

“Dude, I wanted to stay and watch too, believe me! But I think I have a much better idea.”

“What is it?” Matt asked, his eyes lighting up as he reached down and gave his dick a squeeze through his jeans. I had to adjust my own hard dick as I thought back on the site I had just seen.

It was better than I could have hoped for.

The truth is that Matt and I were a little more than just buddies, and we were no strangers to kinky sex games. We had met during Freshman orientation, and it only took about a week until we both realized we shared a passion for trying to seduce hot guys into letting us dominate them. So far we had managed to talk three different guys from the football team into letting us tie them up and edge them for hours. We made a great team, Matt and I, and we had gotten an apartment together at the beginning of our Sophomore year. We hoped to get many more guys into our apartment for a long night of fun over the next few years of college, and we had decided to make Coach Rob our next conquest.

And so we got to work. I created a new Google Voice number using Matt’s phone, and we wasted no time in sending an anonymous message to Coach Rob.

“Dude, what should we say?” Matt asked, excitedly. I laughed,

“Leave it to me, Matty Boy. I think I know exactly how to play this.”

I began typing out the first message to Coach Rob: “Do you also beat your dick to gay fetish porn on your work computer in the middle of the day?”

I showed the screen to Matt and he laughed,

“Yes, dude! Awesome!”

It only took about five minutes before we got a reply from Coach Rob: “Who is this?”

We both laughed.

“Just a couple of your players who saw you jacking it to twink/daddy porn. You gay or what, Coach?”

This time we had to wait about 20 minutes while he most likely stewed, cursing himself for being so stupid and trying to figure out who could have seen him

“I’m bisexual, I like men and women. Not that it’s your business.” He wrote.

I quickly sent a reply: “Sure it is, Coach. You made it our business when you decided to jerk off in your office where anyone could walk in. Was that the point? Did you want us to see you? Does the risk of getting caught make your dick hard? It would be in your best interest to meet with us as soon as possible so that we can discuss the matter further.”

An immediate reply from Coach Rob: “Give me one good reason why I should.”

I typed furiously: “Because our interests happen to align, and we want to make your porn fantasy come true. We want to edge you and tease your big dick till you can’t take it anymore. Meet with us and before the night is over we’ll make you cum so hard you’ll pass out. What do you say? Wanna be the Daddy to a couple of jock twinks, Coach?”

I was starting to get a little nervous. What if he said no? We weren’t trying to blackmail him or anything like that, we just wanted to fuck with him a little bit before the main event.

Fuck, we wanted him. Badly.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, he replied: illegal bahis “Where and when?”

“We got him, dude! Fuck yeah!” Matt said, even more excited now. His dick was tenting the basketball shorts he was wearing big time, and I reached out to grab his boner, rubbing it through the slick fabric of his shorts. Matt moaned and pulled the waistband down under his balls, letting me

get a good grip on his naked dick. I slowly jacked him off with one hand as I considered my reply to Coach Rob.

Finally, I sent Coach Rob our address and told him to come over the following night at 9pm. I added one last instruction: “You will wear the following items of clothing: a white jockstrap, tight jeans, and a tight white t-shirt.”

He replied with one word: “Fine.”

I had gotten so horny thinking about how we would hopefully soon be dominating Coach Rob, that I had to do something about it. I got down to my knees and took Matt’s hard dick into my mouth, slowly sucking him and teasing him with my mouth. Unsurprisingly, I loved to hear him moan as I edged him with just the right amount of suction and tongue to keep him on the edge for as long as I wanted.

“Fuck yeah, bro, tease that fucking dick for me!” He moaned and his body shook with lust as I pulled off and sucked just the head of his dick for a few minutes while he tried to thrust back into my mouth. I pulled off of his dick completely and slowly jacked it while I looked up into his eyes,

“You want me to deep throat you, Matty Boy? That what you want?” I asked him, my voice coming out low and husky.

“Yeah dude, suck me down, swallow my dick. Come on.”

I didn’t. I tortured him for another half hour before finally swallowing his dick down my throat, milking him, making him pop in about five seconds flat. I could feel his dick jerk and throb in my throat as he shot his load of cum. He thrust up onto his toes as he shot, his slim body slick with a sheen of sweat. I rubbed my own dick through my jeans as Matt blew down my throat and I shot my own load into my boxers a few seconds after him, Matt falling down onto the sofa, his body lurching with aftershocks.

Matt and I were unbelievably horny that night, and I ended up fucking him three times. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his tight little bubble butt, and he couldn’t stay off my dick. We finally passed out around 1am, completely exhausted.

The next day was torture. We had to wait all day until Coach Rob was due at our apartment. We tried our best to act normal during practice that afternoon as he yelled at both of us to run faster, shaking his head at us, completely clueless to who we really were. But we knew it was only a matter of time before he was tied to our bed with his big dick at our mercy.

We raced home from our last class that afternoon, and after eating a quick lunch, we began to prepare for that evening.

We laid down a thick black rubber sheet over the bed. We also had a set of restraints that slipped under the mattress and held your ankles and wrists securely. I knew they worked. Matt had broken them in on me the first day we got them, teasing me for over two hours armed only with a bottle of lube and his hands. His face had been only inches away from my dick the entire time, taunting me with the promise of a blowjob he never intended to deliver. He eventually jacked my teased-up dick into a huge explosion of cum that shot him right in the face. Served the brat right. I then got my revenge when I tied him into the restraints the very next night, sucking his dick with my finger up his ass, massaging his prostate for three hours before letting the brat cum down my throat. The restraints had also managed to hold the three other guys from our team, so we knew they’d hold a larger guy like Coach Rob.

After we had arranged the bedroom the way we wanted it, we decided to change into loose board shorts and stringer tank tops so we’d be more comfortable when Coach Rob arrived. We were already hard just thinking about what we were going to do to Coach, our boners bouncing around in our board shorts, leaving wet patches of precum. As horny as we were, though, we stopped ourselves from playing with each other. We’d be blowing our loads later that night, for sure.

The doorbell rang at 8:55. We opened the door, and there stood Coach Rob. Dressed just like we had told him. The jeans were tight Levi’s 501, and hugged his thick, muscular thighs and ass perfectly. The t-shirt he had on was white and well worn, an old undershirt, and we could clearly see the shadow of his hairy upper body and hard nipples through the thin cotton.

We noticed something else, as well. His hopeful expression had turned into a deep frown.

“What the fuck, it’s you two?!” He demanded loudly. Clearly unhappy to find Matt and I on the other side of the door. “I knew you two would be trouble one day! So what is this? Some kind of sick prank?!” He was clearly unamused and growing angrier by the second.

“Why don’t you come in and we can talk about it, Coach?” I asked.

He didn’t move. He looked around us and peered inside the apartment warily. Finally Matt spoke up,

“You wanna get your rocks off or what, Coach? Cause illegal bahis siteleri everything we told you in those messages was true. No prank, Coach.”

I had to stifle my laughter. Coach Rob relented and stepped inside. I quickly closed the door and locked the deadbolt. The last thing we needed was someone interrupting our fun.

“Have a seat on the sofa.” I told Coach Rob as Matt sat down beside him, pressed close. Coach Rob gave him a funny look, but relaxed back against the cushions of the sofa, his legs spread wide, his muscular quads flexing as he got comfortable, covered in the tight jeans we had told him to wear.

Matt and I were both staring at Coach Rob’s bulging crotch. The button fly of the Levi’s was straining against a pretty large bulge. We had seen his dick hard, straining upwards in all it’s glory when he was jacking it in his office, but we had only ever seen him in much looser pants until tonight. Maybe his giant dick and large, full balls was why he normally wore such loose-fitting pants.

I could tell just by looking at Matt’s expression that he wanted nothing more than to reach over and grope Coach Rob’s bulge, making him hard immediately. Matt had no patience when it came to this type of seduction – he wanted things immediately. Thankfully I was there as well. I wanted to get my hands on Coach Rob’s bulge myself, but one of us had to have control. My dick started to grow in my shorts at the thought, and one look at Matt told me his dick was already fully erect, tenting his shorts.

“You want a beer, Coach?” I asked him casually, pointing to the kitchen. Coach Rob gave me a disapproving look,

“A beer? You guys are too young to be drinking! You’re both only, what, 19? As one of your coaches, I really shouldn’t be condoning the underage drinking of my players.”

He sounded like a university press release. This guy really needed to relax and lighten up.

Matt huffed out a short laugh,

“And should you be having sexual activity with your players?” I smiled as Coach Rob looked like a deer in headlights.

“I’ve never…never done this before!” He spluttered, still clearly nervous, “especially not with two of my players!”

“So you want that beer, then?” I asked, amused and smiling. It seemed like this was going to be the trend of our series of seductions. The other three guys from the football team that we had played with were nervous as fuck at first too, most guys would be their first time doing something like this, but as soon as they got horny, their attitude quickly changed. Matt and I were no different. Add sex to the equation, especialy sex that was fulfilling all their deepest fantasies, and most guys were much more willing to go with the flow.

“Yeah, I think I’ll take that beer now.” Coach answered, swallowing hard.

We sat on the sofa together for awhile. We made small talk while we all had a few beers, Matt remaining pressed up against one side of Coach, me sitting a few inches on the other side of him. We talked about football, and shot the shit. By this point Coach Rob had definitely noticed that both Matt and I were fully erect, our dicks straining against the board shorts as we sat there, our legs spread wide.

The longer we talked, the more relaxed Coach Rob became, now openly ogling both of us, his hungry eyes looking up and down both of our lanky, leanly muscled bodies. His gaze always came back to rest on our tented shorts, though. I was cheering in my head the whole time, horny and ecstatic that we had managed to snare him, and I’m sure Matt was too. Matt probably had a little darker vision of what he wanted to do to Coach Rob than I did.

The clock was ticking, and I nodded to Matt, letting him know we should probably start acting now. That was the only signal he needed, he went right for that impressive bulge in Coach’s jeans.

Coach jumped a little bit in surprise, but then settled back down onto the sofa as Matt gropped and squeezed Coach Rob’s crotch. Coach’s breathing picked up immediately, his eyes slipping closed and his head falling back on the sofa.

Matt and I looked at each other, smirking as Coach let a few small moans slip from his lips.

“Damn, Coach! This big dick of yours is starting to get hard! I think you definitely like this, dude!” Matt said teasingly, “why don’t you haul that big thing out of these tight jeans and give it a little more room to breathe?”

Coach Rob did not need to be told twice. He opened his eyes, looking between Matt and I on the sofa, and then unbuttoned the top button of his Levi’s, ripping down the button fly and exposing his heavy dick, restrained from growing to it’s full mass by the tight jockstrap.

“Why don’t you go ahead and slide those jeans and jock all the way off?” I murmured softly against his ear, “get a little more comfortable.”

Coach slipped his feet out of his trainers, and then lifted his hips and ass off the cushions of the sofa long enough to slide his jeans down past his ankles, leaving them puddled around his feet on the floor. The tight jockstrap followed quickly after.

Now, Coach Rob was completely naked from the waist down, clothed only in the tight white undershirt that canlı bahis siteleri covered his bulky upper body. He peeled that off without being told, and then there he was: a fucking masterpiece.

His entire body was hairy and covered in thick, bulky muscles. For a man in his 40’s, he had taken amazing care of his body and clearly still lifted weights and worked out on a regular basis.

The most impressive sight so far that evening, however, was his dick: red and thick, fully erect, thrusting up from between his large thighs, his pubic hair neatly trimmed.

Matt had clearly reached his limit, having all he could take, the sight of Coach Rob naked and spread out on the sofa in front of him driving Matt insane. He reached out and began to give Coach Rob a slow handjob. He worked Coach’s dick up and down, his hand twisting around the large head of Coach’s dick every time he got to the top, before slowly sliding back down.

I knew this technique well – Matt liked to use it on me when he had me tied up at his mercy (and Matt had very little mercy until he’d made me suffer for several hours every time we played. However, he knew that my revenge on him would be directly proportionate to his torture of me.)

Coach Rob was really starting to get into the pleasure of the handjob. His head was tipped back against the sofa again, his eyes shut, deep groans coming from his mouth as Matt worked him over hard.

Coach raised his arms up to grip the back of the sofa, getting better leverage to thrust his dick into Matt’s grip as if he were fucking it, his hips and ass coming completely off the sofa. Each time he really got going, though, Matt would loosen his grip, causing Coach Rob to fall back against the sofa with a groan of dissatisfaction.

With Coach Rob’s arms raised, I sat there and simply watched the show before me: Matt was enjoying himself immensely, and had undone the fly of his board shorts, his dick hard as a rock and sticking straight up into the air, a trickle of precum beginning to run down it. I watched Matt’s dick for a few seconds as it twitched. I loved Matt’s dick. Loved torturing it with pleasure. I loved denying it that pleasure even more. Matt’s dick wasn’t porn-star huge, but it was larger than average, which only made it look bigger than it was due to his lean body. Matt was shorter than I was by several inches, and all of this created an optical illusion that only served to compliment the size of Matt’s dick.

Meanwhile, Coach Rob was getting closer and closer to cumming. I knew that now was the crucial moment.

“Hey, Matt. Let’s move this into the bedroom, huh?”

Matt stopped his handjob of Coach Rob immediately, smiling at me. Coach opened his eyes, looking around in a daze, coming back down to Earth as he realized that his pleasure had stopped.

I knew how he felt – Matt had great hands, especially when they were wrapped around a dick. Sometimes it felt like you were truly on another planet when Matt worked you over

“What do you say?” I asked Coach Rob, “you ready to get this started?”

“Yeah, man!” Coach answered enthusiastically, “I was ready just a second ago!” He said, laughing lightly and making reference to his impending orgasm.

“Yeah, well, you mighta been ready to finish, dude, but we’re just getting started.” Matt told him, giving his dick one last long, slow stroke from base to tip, squeezing it, before standing up. I stood up too and we motioned to Coach Rob to follow us into the bedroom.

Coach didn’t balk when he saw the restraints and black rubber sheet on the bed. He seemed to eye it with fascination, his eyes flashing lustfully.

Matt slipped off his tank top and Coach stared at his lean, almost hairless body. His eyes trailing over Matt’s pecs and deeply-ridged abs. Matt did have great abs. I took off my own tank, revealing my own upper body. I was taller than Matt, and my shoulders were wider. I also had more body hair – a trail that led from between my pecs right down to my abs, where it fanned out a little bit, before finally finishing at the base of my dick.

I took a minute to think about some of the games Matt and I would play with each other. Sometimes, especially when we were in public places, Matt would slide his hand up under my shirt, rubbing through the hair on my lower abs, his hand massaging the skin between my belly button and the base of my dick. His hand would sweep low, working under my waistband, tangling in my pubic hair, almost grazing the base of my dick, but not quite. He knew this made me horny, and he would continue right up to the point that I started to get hard, then stop and pull his hand out from under my shirt, laughing at me loudly as my dick grew into a full, hard erection in about three seconds. I would be stuck in public with a thick, hard boner, and there would be nothing I could do about it! Matt could be a total shit when he wanted, and he always wanted. I inevitably got my revenge, though. One of my favorite tricks to play on Matt was to wait until he was in class, and then send him photos of myself, maybe fucking a Fleshlight, or jacking myself with my hand, my long, thin dick shiny with my precum and my fingers wrapping around my mushroom head on the upstroke. I knew this would cause Matt to bone up immediately in the middle of class, and he would have to excuse him, walking past all of his classmates as he tried to pull his hoodie down to cover the embarrassing state of his crotch.

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