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The second time we made love was the next Saturday. I worked Sunday thru Thursday nights so Friday was the night spent fucking Vicki’s mother, Brenda. She worked Saturdays and left for her job early in the morning.

I woke Vicki up by running my hands under the blankets and pinching her nipples. When she opened her eyes she whispered,

“Is Mom still here?”

I smiled. “No baby, she has left… it’s just you and me.”

Vicki got up and went to the bathroom. I followed and while she was on the pot peeing I stroked my cock in front of her. When she was done I rubbed the purple head of my cock on her face.

“Daddy… you need to shower first… I can smell Mom on your cock.”

“That’s why I wanted to wake you sweetie.”

I kept rubbing my cock over her lips. When I pulled back, she licked her lips.

“Well Vickie, you just tasted you mom’s pussy juices… now suck me!”

She resisted but I held her head and forced my meat into her mouth.

“This is what will happen if we are to continue.” She nodded acceptance and continued to suck my cock coated with her mom’s cunt cream.

It was so perverse to know she was tasting her mother. I got rock hard as she got into licking and sucking, I pushed deeper into her mouth until she began to gag. I held her head right at the gag point and felt her throat clenching around the head of my prick. It has to be one of the best feelings a man can have. I took her back to her room and had her lay down with her head over the edge of the bed. I entered her mouth from above her head, bending my knees and rested them on both sides of her head.

This position opened her throat allowing me to get most of my cock in her mouth with out her gagging. It left my hands free to play with her nipples and pussy. It was fantastic to feel her strain against my cock as I flicked a finger across her clit. It was so erotic…

I wanted to push the envelope and see how far she would go. I pulled my cock out and let it hang on her lips. I pinched one nipple and her clit at the same time, not too hard, just enough to increase her excitement. Her reaction caused me to cum, I let go of her clit and nipple and holding her head, let my sperm flood her mouth. I watch her throat as she struggled to figure out what to do…Finally she swallowed (something her mother hated to do). After I finished cumming I sat down beside her.

“Now you have an idea of what Daddy likes…where do we wanted this to go with this relationship?”

“I am willing to go with the flow as long as no one else finds out about us Dad.”

I ran my hands over her body and explained, “Your mom and I are into a Master/Subservient relationship and if you want to continue that’s what we will do also.” illegal bahis

“I don’t understand, what does that mean Daddy?”

I explained it to her she became visibly nervous. I went to our bedroom and got the book “Screw the Rose Give Me the Thorns.”

“Here, read this and let me know if you have any questions and if you wanted to continue. I finger fucked her to orgasm and left her to clean herself up and read the book. Several times over the next few days she came to me with questions about the book. I told her how her mom and had done things which seemed to help.

“What about anal then oral?”

“Your mom always washes my dick before she sucks my cock after anal.”

“I don’t know about doing anal at all… It will really hurt.”

“If you are to become my sub all holes are available for use….and that is how it works. For me it’s all or nothing.”

“What about the first time Mom and you did anal?”

“Your mother initiated it by climbing on top of me and inserting my cock in her ass. She had previously had anal with other men. I had never butt-fucked a woman before.”

“I enjoyed swallowing you cum Daddy. I have given blow-jobs before but only as foreplay. You were the first to cum in my mouth ….. When you made me suck you after you fucked Mom, it both bothered me and turned me on at the same time.”

“Was it tasting your mother’s juices or being forced to taste that turned you on?”

“Both!” she replied. I knew then that she would do anything I asked. She could play the role of resistance but if I forced her, it wouldn’t be long before she was enjoying it all. A week later she came to me.

“Daddy, I want to continue our relationship as your subservient.”

I smile and kissed her. When I got home from work the next morning I woke her and told her to shower. “We are going shopping.”

While she showered, I picked out what she was to wear. As we would be out in public and possible seen by family or friends I let her wear a bra under her tank top but didn’t leave a pair of panties out for her to wear under her above the knee skirt.

“Daddy…. what about my panties?”

“No panties… I want you open for Daddy to touch.”

We lived over an hour away from the nearest porn shop. As we drove, I kept my hand under her skirt playing with her clit until she was ready to cum. I pulled off the road and made her suck my fingers. This happened three times until we arrived at the porn shop.

“No way am I going in there,” she said. I took her by the hand and we walked in like a couple. Her face was flushed with embarrassment which turned me on. The first items we looked at were the dildos. I made her pick them up and look at them to see which one she wanted… illegal bahis siteleri She decided on one a bit bigger then me and a lot thicker, it was eight inches long and at least three and a half inches in diameter. She picked out a pair of clover leaf nipple clamps because they looked cool.

I picked out her butt plugs. One for everyday use and one for training her. The every day plug was metal, about one and a half inches in diameter. The training plug is seven inches long, tapered from small to over two and a half inches thick. I gave her the money and made her walk to the counter and pay for the items herself. The cashier checked her out pretty hard before he rang up the sale.

While we were leaving the parking lot I ran my hand up her leg to her pussy, she was soaking wet. Ten minutes later we came to a rest stop. Parking, I took the metal plug out and told her to wash it and join me at the picnic area. While she was gone I went thru her purse and found some hand lotion.

Upon her return we went to the dog walk area which is screened from the road and picnic area. Once out of sight I had her give me the metal plug and bend over and touch her toes. I spread her feet apart and lifted her skirt. Kneeling behind her, I licked her butt crack and shoved the tip of my tongue in her ass hole. She was shaking like a leaf from the fear of exposure and feel of my tongue rimming her ass hole.

I stood up and squirted some of her hand lotion down the crack of her ass. I took the pug and slowly inserted it in her butt hole. I kissed the back of her neck helping to relax her enough to accept the anal invasion. I stayed behind her as we walked back to the car. I wanted to watch as she got used to the feeling of a plug up her ass. It was an awesome thing to view. I played with her pussy on the drive home. Half way home I pulled out my cock. Vicki bent under the steering wheel and gave me a blow job at seventy miles an hour…. What a rush.

Vicki was running late but before she left for school I told her,

“You are to leave this plug in until I take it out tomorrow morning… Understand?…. If you have to take a shit, reinsert it after!”

When I got home the next morning Vicki was already up and in the shower so I had to wait until my wife left for work to remove Vicki’s plug. I lifted her skirt and pulled the plug out… making a popping sound.

I stuck two fingers in her ass, “Clamp down!”

I slid my fingers from her ass like they had been buttered she was so stretched. We had about a half hour before she left for class. I decided to take her anal cherry before she had to leave. I dribble a bit of oil so it ran between the cheeks of her ass.

“Kneel on the bed.” I pushed the head of my cock canlı bahis siteleri against her. As the head of my cock entered her extended hole she said, “Dad, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“No you don’t…….Just stay where you are.”

I worked my rod in slowly until my thighs were touching her hips. I reached under and played with her clit, sliding my shaft into her tight honey hole. She shook at first then pushed back against me. My balls hit her swollen pussy with each lunge. Vicki began to wiggle her ass as she ground back. Damn, she was a fast learner. Vicki fell forward on the bed.

“Play with yourself… pinch your clit…”

I spanked her ass as I rode my cock in and out of her ‘no longer virgin ass.’ Between the spanking and her fingers her hips ground back on me. I could feel her anal ring tighten and relax with her spasms. Beginning to cum, I grabbed her by the hair pulling back like a horse’s mane. I buried myself deeper and deeper in her. A few more pelvic thrusts and I exploded in her anal alley.

“Oh Vicki… cumming deep in your ass is fantastic!”

“Yes Daddy… Yes…. Oh… I can feel your hot cum…. shoot up in me!”

I laid snug in her butt-hole. She continued to masturbate until she came, squeezing my cock out of her ass as she did.

“Now clean my cock!”

With my cum dripping down her butt-crack and running down her leg she went to the sink soaping a washcloth, like a good obedient daughter. After she washed my semi-hard cock she took it between her lips, licking and sucking until I became erect again. Vicki finished me off with a quick blow job, swallowing every drop of my cream before getting ready for school. She was her mother’s daughter. I had fantasized about having both mother and daughter at the same time but when I hinted about a three-way, her mother went ballistic.

One of Vicki’s friends knocked at the door. I ran down and let her in and told her Vicki was getting ready and would be with her shortly. Being tired from my night shift and two good cums, I went to bed.

Our relationship continued and grew more lustful. Not only did Vicki do everything I demanded but came up with creative ideas herself. She really got turned on when she sucked me after I fucked Brenda. Vickie urged me to fuck her mother Saturday mornings right before she went to work so Vicki could lick and suck her “Mom’s fresh juices.” We really got it going one Saturday when I shot my load in Vickie right after fucking her mom and she tasted the love juice mix of the three of us.

Saturday was the day we played and fucked until Vicki move out on her own a year later. We continued our alliance when we could. She moved back home several times over the next three years and things picked up again. Vicki left home for good at age twenty-two. Today we live in different States and don’t get to see each other as much as we would like. However, when we do get together, we are able to pickup where we left off. Vickie is one hot and wild woman.

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When my girlfriend asked me to clear my night and come over for around 8, I was already intrigued. Imagine my surprise when I arrive to find the door open and her in the kitchen, tied to the table in beautifully knotted silk scarfs, wearing only a smile. “Remember the movie?” She asks.

I bend down to kiss her softly and feel her tense in anticipation as she melts into my lips. Like I was quenching a thirst. I resist touching or tasting anything other than her lips for a moment, knowing if I do touch her in any other spot, I’m almost giving in to her. She wants it too bad. I resist. Soaking in everything with a kiss. Side to side. Lips lock, tongues touch, wetness. I release for only a second, long enough to come back to bite her bottom lip and she moans.

I start at her neck, and kiss a line to her hip, brushing the side of her soft breast, and glance up, to see her eyes rolling back. I want to touch her and go right for her pussy, but at this point; again it’s something she’s expecting. Instead I grab the inside of her thigh and she tenses again, with pressure against the silk scarves. I start to focus on the scarves and the intricacy of the knots. How did she tie these herself? I start to fixate on it and my kissing slows to a stop and I speak for the first time since I opened the door. “Who tied you up?”

“Glad you finally asked” she says, smiling and from behind me, I hear the pantry door open and out walks her best friend. Naked. She’s tall and slim and I’ve secretly wondered for a while what she would look like without clothing. And just like that, she’s in front of me. She smiles, a dirty smile drops to her knees and reaches for my belt, before I can even realize this is happening. I look at my girlfriend for some kind of approval, and get it with a smile and a wink.

Everything is in slow motion. Senses heightened. Sounds amplified. With every strike the tongue of my belt makes on the leather holes, my heart feels like it’s beating illegal bahis out of my chest. Anticipation. Belt off, zipper down, her hands on my pants, inching them lower. I’m so hard. She reaches in and takes it out and smiles that dirty smile again and just like that I’m in her mouth.

I had heard that often the act never lives up to the images in your mind, and as a man with a healthy imagination and sex drive, this scenario of my girl and her friend had crossed my mind many times. A young Casanova, confident, almost “Bond” like guy, in one scene or another, played out to perfection, in slow motion, but now this was really happening. Reality is different. All the swagger the man in my imagination had, vanished and in just a that spilt second, I was a piece of malleable clan at the mercy of these beautiful women.

I could not speak. I just arched my back, leaned on the table behind me and closed my eyes, lost in the moment. I felt my girlfriend arch HER body, coming into contact with mine and I turned slightly to be able to reach out and touch her. Her nipples where hard, pointing straight up, almost daring me. Calling me.

I moved back, all the while her girlfriend, on her knees moved in unison never losing her focus. Each lick and suck and blow seemed calculated. I could now reach my girlfriend’s breast with my lips and as my mouth encircled her nipple, the touch, like a switch opened her eyes. I think I startled her. A moan. More tension on the pretty scarves and I was so excited, I felt like I was ready to cum. On one hand I wanted to, but I also wanted this feeling to last, like in my dreams. So I moved my body and motioned for her to stand up.

I kissed her for what felt like a long time, an almost forbidden kiss. Then I pulled her to the top of the table, where my girlfriend’s head was and I took one side, her the other. We continued kissing and as if choreographed in advance, we both start bending down towards my girlfriends awaiting illegal bahis siteleri mouth, never losing our connection. When we all meet, all lips locked, and the warmest of wetness followed by another moan.

Then mirroring each other, kiss for kiss, we worked our way from her lips, to her breasts. Up, down, in and out all without difference, locked in tempo, as if keeping time to an imaginary song. I took my right hand and her, her left and tracing from where our lips touched my girlfriend’s breasts, down towards her hips and then meeting at her pussy. Her legs opened as far as they could with her knees bent all against the pressure of the silk scarves, pink and red dancing in slow motion. Another moan, louder than all the rest combined. With just that soft touch, an orgasm.

So wet. Wet and wonderful, I want to taste her. I break from our dance of unison, to reposition myself at my girlfriend’s feet, with her legs welcomely apart. I bend down and go in with laser focus. Another orgasm is my goal. Starting lightly I feel my way from the top of her pubic line with my tongue crisscrossing her wet lips, stopping only to tease her erect clit. She’s ready, and I am too.

Systemically up and down with the right combination of wet and pressure from all parts of anything in contact with those lips. With my tongue spending the most time on her clit. Up and down. I bring my left hand to my face, and using first, 1 finger then 2, I part her lips and insert. Up and in. Repeat. Stop, start and repeat. Not too hard or fast. Systematic.

Looking up, over my girlfriend’s arched stomach, I can see that her girlfriend has started to kiss her. First gently, building to faster and more passionate. I’m lost in the sounds and the energy and with my lips can fell her clit getting harder. I’ve felt this before. I know an orgasm is building again. I don’t lose focus or change anything. I let it happen. My fingers start to ache, from the building contractions canlı bahis siteleri and the kitchen is again filled with a moan and arms and legs causing tension on pretty silk scarves.

In the afterglow, I always enjoy drawing the release out, coaxing it to hang around for a little longer. Holding it as long as I can. In my mouth, still squeezing the clit with my lips, I never change the position of my fingers, just relaxing ever so slightly the pressure. I am still hard, and can feel my cock from the tip to the base. Every sensation, heightened.

With a smile, I start to move to my girlfriend’s head and she motions with her eyes for me to take a position above her with my cock beside her face. Her girlfriend takes up the position I was just in at her feet, repeating the motions with lips, fingers and mouth I was just making. My girlfriend arches her back, and tilts her head back and opens her mouth, with a craving. I indulge her. Moving slowly to the left, my cock is now in her mouth and I close my eyes and drift, once again to ecstasy.

The erotic enigma is the want for the release and the completion, at the cost of the joy in the feeling, while getting there, and I am so close, but I don’t want it to end. I hold off. Opening my eyes to soak in the sight of my girlfriend in sheer ecstasy. I see her girlfriend fingering her fast. The sound is in perfect harmony, with her moans matching the sounds of wetness, and the timing of a scream with the tension against the scarves that I recognize as the biggest one yet. Those same muscles contracting, that moments ago, squeezed my fingers, in and out, this time fill the table with streams of warm liquid make the mystical experience on a different level. Soaking the floor and table and her girlfriend, it is all too much to hear and see.

I cum. An explosion. My legs shake and I loose my balance, I have no restraints to support my orgasm. No scarves to catch me. The sights and sounds and wet aftermath of the most magical, ovation worthy concert I have ever seen, and all I can think is, wow this just happened. A fulfilled fantasy. Truly, a dream come true. All with pretty little silk scarves and one magical night in my girlfriends kitchen.

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It was his habit to buy a lottery scratch ticket whenever he was in the Jewel store. The machine was conveniently located just after the checkout counters. His regular purchase was a $5 Bingo card. As with all lottery tickets, it contained a four digit number that confirmed the amount of the win. In theory, one could simply uncover this code and have the agent verify whether or not the card was a winner but that wasn’t any fun. The actual scratching of the numbers as in a bingo game provided the fun.

On this particular day, he was riding his bicycle when he stopped at the store and bought his ticket. Now he was seated at the pergola near a small lake just down the road from the store. He scratched his ticket at one of the wooden picnic tables and was staring at the ticket for a long time. He finally realized he had actually won $100,000.

He folded the card and slipped it into his pocket, then mounted his bike for the short ride to a local gas station that also sold lottery tickets. The gas station had a machine which could verify his winning immediately. After verification, he would have to mail the ticket to the Lottery headquarters and wait for his check, minus taxes of course.

The ticket machine verified his win and he went directly to the post office next door to send the ticket by Registered mail.

That done, he went back home and called his daughter to tell her his good news. That was on Saturday. Today was Tuesday and he was standing at the counter at the local bowling alley. He had signed up for a summer league for twelve weeks and was eager to meet his teammate. It was to be a fun league, with 9 pins hits counting as strikes and only two to a team. The manager, Carla, had arranged the teams.

“Hi, Pete, how are you?”

“Great, Carla, how are things with you?”

“Not bad. We have twenty teams for the summer league. You and your teammate are on Lane 15. Her name is Kelly Morgan and she should be here shortly. I’ll bring her over when I see her.”

“Thanks, I’ll go get set up.”

Pete walked to Lane 15 grinning and shaking his head. He had worked with Carla some years ago and they had become good friends. He was really curious to see what she had set up for him with this Kelly person. After placing his ball in the ball return, he sat down and put on his bowling shoes. Just as he finished, he heard Carla’s voice call his name.

“Pete, this is Kelly Morgan, your teammate. Kelly, this is Pete Peterson. He looks gruff but he’s really a teddy bear.”

As Pete stood up, his eyes traveled up a pair of legs clad in jeans, slim hips with a curve at the waist, almost no discernable tits under the loose fitting shirt, and the brightest smile he had ever seen. Above the smile were a pair of deep green eyes that almost seemed like pools of still water. The whole person was topped off by a mop of gorgeous red hair. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

“Hi, Kelly, pleased to meet you.”

“Hi, Pete, same here.”

“Make yourself at home, Kelly, it’s will soon be us against the world. Thanks, Carla, see you later.”

The lanes came on for practice and they each threw several practice balls, then the competition began. Pete was impressed with the way Kelly handled the ball and couldn’t take his eyes off her ass as she strutted down the lane. During the course of the three games, they exchanged personal information and seemed to be getting along nicely.

When the bowling was over, Pete put his ball and shoes into his bag and hoisted it over his shoulder.

“Are you leaving, Pete?”

“No. I have a locker near the back door. I’m just putting my stuff away. There is room in my locker for another bag, if you’d like to store your things there. It will save you hauling them up here every week.”

“Sure, that sounds good. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Kelly finished putting her shoes in her bag, closed it and lifted it to her shoulder, then turned to Pete with that winning smile.

“Lead on, Pete. We don’t want to miss the awards presentation, do we?”

“Certainly not. We’re going to the back door then left just before you leave the building. There’s a small locker room there. I’ll show you the combination to my locker so you can retrieve your ball even if I’m not here.”

“Are you going somewhere, Pete?”

“Just for a week. I have a vacation planned for Las Vegas in a couple of weeks. I’m visiting old friends and seeing my daughter while I’m out there.”

“Sounds nice. I’ve never been to Las Vegas. Maybe someday.”

“Here we are, Locker 161. I know the dial is a little high for you but it was the only one available when I rented it. Can you see the numbers on the dial?”

“Yes, if I go up on my toes.”

“Ok, the combination is 20-40-32, just like an old high school locker. Right-left-right. Stand here in front of me and I’ll show you.”

When Kelly stood in front of Pete, her ass rubbed lightly against his already hardening cock. Pete leaned a little backward but she pushed her ass back to regain contact.

“Spin the dial a few times. Then right to 20, slowly back to the left past 20 and stop illegal bahis at 40, then come back to the right to roughly 32. The combination is a little worn but you’ll feel the door pop open into your hand when you get to 32. There, feel it?”

“Yes, it almost jumped open at me.”

“Right. If it doesn’t, it just means you missed one of the other numbers and you have to spin the dial and start over again. Watch you head as the door swings out.”

Kelly moved her head back into his shoulder and pressed her body back into his at the same time. Pete caught the door with his left hand and found himself cradling her head. She turned her head to the right and their lips met in a slow, warm kiss. Pete let his right hand rest on her waist as she wrapped her arms around him.

When the kiss ended, Kelly dropped her forehead to his shoulder and he was sure he could feel her shudder. He gently wrapped his arms around her and held her for a moment, then lightly pushed her away to reach down for his bag. Hefting it past her, he pushed it to the back of his locker, then retrieved her bag and placed it in the front. Making sure her head was out of the way he closed the door of the locker and spun the dial. Neither of them said anything as he clasped her hand and began to lead her back to the bar where the awards were being given out. Kelly came along meekly, matching his stride as they walked down the aisle towards the bar.

Inside the bar, they found all the seats already taken by the other bowlers. Pete lead her to the wall nearest the bar itself. He leaned back, supporting himself against the bar and pulled her to stand in front of him.

She leaned back into him and wrapped his arm around her waist, placing her hand on top of his. She sighed audibly as she sunk into his embrace. In moments, Carla came into the bar with a handful of envelopes. She rapped on the bar to get attention, and then began handing out the awards. Each award was a $5 bill in an envelope, with awards going to Low Game, Low Series, High Game, and High Series separately for men and women. She started with the women’s awards first.

The first two awards were announced attended by applause to make the recipients feel good. When Kelly’s name was called for Women’s High Game award, she squealed and spun in Pete’s arms, planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his mouth before moving forward to accept her award. Pete couldn’t have been more pleased with her reaction and obvious show of emotion.

The final award, for Men’s High Series, went to Pete and once again, Kelly squealed her delight and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his mouth before allowing him to accept his award. The meeting broke up shortly after with promises to do better next week. Pete and Kelly were almost the last to leave.

As they left the bar, Pete felt Kelly squeeze his hand a little tighter. He stopped just outside the bar door and pulled her to him.

“So, where are you parked?”

“I’m in front, where are you parked?”

“I didn’t drive here, I walked. Do you want to take your ball home or leave it in my locker until next week?”

“Can I just leave it here? I don’t bowl anywhere else.”

“Sure, no problem. Shall we go find your car, then?”

“Can I offer you a ride home?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll be happy to honor your offer. You realize that from now on it will be honor and offer and honor and offer.”

Kelly stopped with her hands on her hips and a mock stern look on her face.

“Pete Peterson, do you really think I’m that easy?”

“Kelly, that joke is probably older than you are. And yes, judging by the number and kind of kisses I’ve already received from you, I think you probably are that easy.”

He leaned forward and quickly kissed her on the mouth.

“I know, Pete, I heard that joke at one of my parent’s parties years ago. And yes, I am that easy but only because you’re such a good kisser. Otherwise, I’d have been gone before we got our awards.”

She stepped up and kissed him lightly in return, then took his hand and began to lead him out the door. He followed without protest but with a huge grin on his face. She led them across the parking lot to a Volkswagen Beetle. It was a fairly new model but it still retained the Bug shape.

Kelly extracted a key from her pocket and indicated that he should go around to the passenger door. The seating was comfortable but a bit cramped for him although it fit her perfectly. She started the engine, then deftly maneuvered the little car out of the parking lot and onto the adjoining street.

Pete directed her to his apartment building. Kelly parked in the lot and shut off the engine. They turned to each other and immediately embraced, kissing passionately. Kelly leaned slightly backward, pulling Pete with her. His hands began to roam her body and she moaned in response. Finally, she broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

“This is never going to work, Pete, my car is just too small.”

“You’ve got that right. It’s late anyway and I have an early day tomorrow. Rain check?”

“Absolutely, but not in the car. My apartment is only two blocks north of here illegal bahis siteleri and unlike you, I don’t have a roommate. When I’m home, I always park at the front door of my building so if you’re going by and you see my car, I’m home. Since I’ve been laid off, I’m home a lot of the time these days.”

“I’ll remember that, Kelly. If I remember my schedule correctly, I’ll most likely be by on Thursday morning, if that’s ok.”

“Thursday would be great, Pete. See you then.”

They kissed and caressed for a while longer, then Pete finally got out of the little car and walked into his apartment building. Kelly watched him go, frustrated by this turn of events, but smiling sweetly as he entered the building.

On Thursday morning, Pete rode his bicycle up the street past Kelly’s apartment building. He looked carefully but didn’t see her little VW in the lot. With a shrug of his shoulders, he continued down the road about a mile to the local McDonald’s. He parked his bike next to the window and walked inside, ordered a coffee, then sat at the table just inside the window where his bike was parked. He took off his Cubs hat and placed it on the table in front of him.

A moment later, he spotted a VW similar to Kelly’s pulling into the lot. As he watched, she parked the car and came into the restaurant, heading directly for his table. She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, then sat in the chair across from him.

“Good morning, Pete.”

“Good morning, Kelly. I just rode past your place but I didn’t see your car.”

“I know. I was visiting my girlfriend and saw you ride by. My car was parked behind the building because all the front spaces were taken when I got home yesterday. Sorry.”

“That’s ok. So what are you up to today?”

“I was going to ask you the same question. If I remember correctly, we were going to do something together today.”

“Right. So what would you like to do?”

“I don’t have anything special in mind. Maybe we could just talk and get to know each other better. I think we rushed things a little the other day, don’t you?”

“Actually, yes. I didn’t expect to get the warm reaction I got but I figured we were just ahead of the game. Should we talk here or at your place?”

“Let’s go back to my place. That way we can say what we like without being overheard by strangers. I’ll head home now and tidy up a bit. You can ride back when you’ve finished your coffee. No rush, ok?”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you shortly.”

Kelly stood up and leaned over to kiss him again.

“I’m sorry.” She said. “That’s getting to be a habit.”

“Please don’t apologize, I rather like that habit.”

Kelly picked up his Cubs hat and plopped it on her head. She sashayed her way out of the restaurant, across the parking lot, and got into her car. In a moment, she backed out of the parking space and whizzed away, going behind the building out of his sight.

Pete sat quietly for awhile reviewing recent events. He was very comfortable with Kelly. While it was true that they didn’t know a great deal about each other, that fact alone lent an air of mystery to their budding relationship. He was rather pleased with her quick kisses. Her most endearing feature, he thought, was the lively way she reacted to events.

He recalled her squeals at the awards presentation the other day and the brilliant smile that spread across her face and lit up her eyes. It was a kind of jubilation that had so far been missing from his life. He finished his coffee and walked outside to mount his bike. In five minutes, he was parking near her front door.

The door opened almost before he knocked and Kelly was in his arms in an instant, locking her arms around his neck and raising her feet off the ground as he grabbed her in his arms. She hugged him tightly, then moved her head back just a bit and kissed him soundly on the mouth.

“Now that’s what I call a greeting. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Please come in and make yourself at home.”

Pete stepped forward, carrying Kelly with him. As he did so, she reached out and pushed the door closed. When he heard it click in place, he put her down and turned to lock the door.

“Making me a prisoner in my own home?”

“Just keeping the outside world at bay. Even if someone knocks, we’ll have the option to ignore them.”

She grinned broadly and took his hand.

“Come on, I’ll give you the nickel tour.”

She walked him through her small apartment – Kitchen, living room, bathroom, storage closet, and finally, her bedroom. He liked the little decorative touches that she had added and he told her so. His comments were rewarded with that brilliant smile and a squeeze of his hand. She led him back to the living room and steered him to the couch. When he sat on one end, she tucked her feet under her and sat next to him, not quite snuggling but not far away.

For the next hour or so, they traded tidbits about their lives. They laughed a lot and began touching each other in the exchanges. Finally, she leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck. She put her face in front of canlı bahis siteleri his, nose to nose, then whispered to him.

“Pete, I want you right now. Please.”

Pete wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her lightly with his tongue just brushing her lips. Kelly responded by pushing her tongue into he partly opened mouth and pressing herself against him. They kissed passionately for some time, moving around on the couch until she was finally beneath him.

Although she had her legs wrapped around him, Pete was in danger of falling off the narrow couch. Kelly whispered to him that there was more room on her bed. Pete stopped kissing her and stood up, helping her to rise in the process. She took his hand and led him down the short hallway to her bedroom.

Once there, they began to undress each other. Pete started kissing her while his hands went to the buttons of her blouse. As the buttons came undone, Kelly was pulling his shirt out of his pants and moving her hands on his bare torso. She stopped as he moved his hands up to her shoulders to remove her blouse. As the garment fell from her shoulders, his gaze went to her chest, grateful that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Kelly had small tits with perky nipples. At this point, her nipples were standing out from her chest, rock hard and begging for attention. Pete held her by the waist and bent his head to her right breast. Taking it into his mouth, Kelly moaned loudly.

“Oh, yes, baby, suck it, lick it, bite it. It’s yours, baby, all yours.”

Pete licked and sucked her breast in earnest, then took the hard nipple between his teeth and bit down lightly.

“Oh, yes, bite them. Like that, yes, yes, oh Pete.”

He repeated the procedure on her left breast, eliciting more moans and cries from the wiggling woman. Finally, he laid her back on the bed and began kissing her belly until he reached the top of her jeans. His hands immediately began to open her jeans and Kelly urged him on.

“Oh, yes, Pete, take them off, please, I want you so bad. Oh hurry, baby, please, please, please.” She lifted her hips off the bed to assist him in removing her jeans and her panties as well. As the garments cleared her feet, Kelly moved herself farther back on the bed until her head hit the pillow. She stopped then and watched as Pete quickly undressed himself. As his pants and underpants slid down his legs, his now hard cock came into view.

“Oh, Pete, you’re huge. I don’t think I can handle that. My god, it’s gorgeous. Oh baby, hurry please, I want you now.”

Pete crawled onto the bed and spread her legs even wider. He bent his head and began licking and biting her inner thighs. Kelly was beside herself, moaning and thrashing on the bed and Pete’s lips crept closer and closer to her pulsating pussy. He adjusted his position by placing his hands under her ass cheeks, keeping her legs spread wide for him. He flicked out his tongue and licked her pussy lips and Kelly shuddered.

“Yes, yes, oh, eat me, eat me now, please, yes.”

Pete licked her pussy from bottom to top and Kelly shrieked. He held her legs apart with his hands as he licked her pussy repeatedly, causing her to moan and writhe on the bed with each flick of his tongue. Finally, his tongue contacted her clit, which was standing up hard and completely exposed to his mouth. After the first lick and Kelly’s loud moan, Pete captured her clit with his teeth and bit down lightly.

Kelly exploded, arching her back completely off the bed. As her orgasm overtook her, she slammed her legs together to add to the pressure she so desperately wanted, trapping his head between her thighs. She held this elevated position for several moments before exhaling a huge breath and dropping back to the bed. As she did so, she released his head, allowing him to release her clit and kiss it gently.

Pete then began to kiss his way up her torso, noting along the way the slight sheen of perspiration on her belly. He reached her breasts just as his cock touched the entrance to her hot, wet pussy. He positioned his cock so that it slid through her pussy lips, getting wet in preparation for entering her but also teasing her as he slid through her pussy lips and across her distended clit.

Kelly shuddered and wrapped her arms around his shoulders at the same time as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Fuck me, Pete, please, I can’t take any more teasing, I need you inside me, please, Pete, please, give it to me.”

Pete moved his hips back and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then began to push forward. As the head of his cock popped into her pussy, Kelly thrust her hips forward in an attempt to capture him fully.

“Oh, God, Pete, you’re splitting me. Oh, it hurts, it’s filling me, oh, it hurts so good, oh Pete, fuck me.”

Jointly, they completed their union. Pete pushed his hips forward to press his hard cock deep into her hot, wet vagina while Kelly pressed her hips upward to receive him and pull him as deeply as possible inside of her. When his balls slapped her ass, Pete covered her breast with his mouth. Kelly gripped his shoulders with her hands and tightened her legs around his waist. As they began to move against each other, they quickly developed a rhythm allowing Kelly to rake his back with her nails with each insertion of his hard cock into her distended pussy.

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Splitsville – an alternate ending. Comment on which you prefer.

Copyright by JohnnyMax, all rights reserved

byJohnnyMax

(There are some aspects about US divorce proceedings that I probably haven’t got right but, hey, it’s fiction so ride with it.)

Three months since I was laid off, out every day trying to find work. Life seems a bummer. Wife is getting bitchy, giving me a hard time – hell I’m not the rich-arsed President who’s led this fair country down the drain. Or one of those snobbish economists who uses lots of big words to justify HIS high salary. I’m just a blue collar worker trying to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads. Jim Newmans my name, wife is Shirley, twins are Beth and Donna. I’ve got a sister Julie, living nearby who’s husband Ron is the Chief of Police so we all keep out noses pretty clean. He’s actually a good guy who runs a straight department.

Dropped in on Julie on my way home after three days helping a builder set out concreting forms. A few dollars under the table is welcome. Had dropped into the grocery and stocked up on some stuff I knew we needed and picked up a lottery ticket at the counter. Ron had a serious look on his face.

“Howdy Jim, glad to see you got a bit of work. Wish you had a bit of college behind you so I could put you on my payroll. I need honest guys like you.”

“Oh shit Ron, you got a dirty cop on your hands or something?”

“Just the Captain that transferred in six months ago, somethings not straight with him. And I think it involves you somehow.”

“How do you mean?”

“Saw him downtown with Shirley today, coming out of one of the lawyers offices. They were both grinning like the cat that got the canary.”

Shit, I knew Shirley was getting shitty but what is she planning. We sat around not saying the obvious, having a beer or two, then my life went from shit to shine. The lottery draw came on and blow me down I took out the big prize, 250 million. I knew with taxes etc I’d be lucky to see 150 mil but it was still a pile of money. Ron and Julie cracked up.

“What are you going to do if you get home and you get served?”

“Pack up my stuff, get the girls and split. And spend the next twenty years laughing.”

“That’s the attitude. Now if she makes any fuss about allowing you in just give me a call and I’ll supervise getting your stuff. It’ll take a few days to collect the money so if you need somewhere to lay low you can use my fishing cabin up on the lake. Actually it might pay to stay up there for a few weeks so she doesn’t get the idea she has any claim on the money. I’ll even lend you some grocery money at, oh I don’t know, 500% interest.”

“Jackass Ron, a loan to my brother who’s in trouble at that rate of interest will see your sex life cut back , oh , I don’t know, maybe 500%.”

It felt good to laugh after the stress of the last months. Now to see what was happening at home. Ron was spot on, I pulled up the driveway and walked to the door only to be met by a guy handing me an envelope “You have been served.”

The locks had been changed so I phoned Ron and he came over.

“Open up Shirley, I’ll supervise Jim getting his stuff and make sure theres no trouble.”
Well the Captain was inside with a sneer on his face that was wiped off when he saw his boss.

“Why are you here Captain Mannering?”

“Ah, um , oh, Shirley asked me to stay with her.”

Ron snorted and escorted me in. I packed all my stuff, thinking it didn’t really matter because I would be buying all new stuff shortly. I knocked on the girls bedroom door and Shirley jumped in.

“They’re staying here, leave them alone.”

“I’m going to talk to them first, they can make up their own mind at 18.”

“You leave them alone…..”

The door flung open and Donna dragged me in and slammed the door behind me.

“Dad, we’re coming with you, our bags are ready, we’re not staying with that sleazeball a moment longer.”

They hitched their backpacks on their backs and looked at me. I opened the door to find Ron standing guard with Shirley and Captain Mannering looking daggers at us. We marched outside and put all our gear in the back of my truck. Ron told us to follow him so we cruised downtown to an ATM where he pulled out a thousand dollars to give to us along with the cabin keys. He had some bedding in his car that he transferred to the truck.

“You know where the cabin is, you’ll need these sleeping bags and you’ll have to buy food. Go, get out of town for a week or two, then give me a call and I’ll provide security when you collect you know what.”

“Uncle Ron, I need , no we need to tell you about your Captain. Mum told us she’s been seeing him for about a month and that she plans to stay with him. But the sleaze has only been around tonight and in three hours he pinched my butt three times and Julies twice. He kept trying to look down our tops and we had to lock our door because he kept coming in. I don’t think he is the kind http://www.izmirlitv.com/ of officer that you want in this town.”

“Thank you girls, this constitutes an official complaint that I’ll type up tomorrow. It can wait for your signatures until you come back into town. Now go and have some fun.”

The girls looked at me strangely but we climbed in the truck and took off to the store and bought a lot more food. We headed north and two hours later arrived at Lake Horsefoot. A bit of a rough last couple of miles to the cabin. We left the truck lights on while we unlocked and moved everything in. Shut down the truck and got the cabin lights on, Ron had fitted a couple of solar panels with a 12V battery system. Lit the fire for some comfort, made a pot of coffee then the girls broke down and needed a big hug.

“We’re sorry Daddy, we didn’t know what mum was doing until tonight. Now you don’t have a house or a job or a wife. But you still have us, between us we must be able to earn enough to live on, especially if we can live here for a while.”

“Sweethearts, I don’t blame you for anything, quite frankly your mother hasn’t been very supportive through this hard time and it’s only been your hugs and kisses that have kept me going at times. NOW, can you keep a secret, a BIG secret?”

“No problem dad. Let me guess, Captain Mannering won’t be working for much longer?”

“Probably not, but that’s not the secret.”

“Um, mums not really our mother… oh.. hang on, thats a silly one, you’re not really our father?”

“No, No. we’re your parents all right. A hint – it’s something good.”

“um,,, nope, no idea.”

“Tonights lottery draw..”

“OH MY GOD, YOU WON THE LOTTERY !!!!!!!” “Oh Dad, our troubles are over.”

“But won’t mum……?”

“That’s why we have to stay secret for a couple of weeks. Then we’ll make the claim and disappear?”

“Can we change our names? Can we move to Australia?”

“We could do all those things, but do you really want to lose your favourite aunty, and your friends?”

“NO, definitely not. Okay, so we have to do some talking about plans. I think the important thing is to be patient.”

“That’s right Donna. And the first plan is to get some sleep. What have we got here.”

This cabin was a fairly typical fishing cabin, although Ron had added and enhanced it quite a bit. One biggish room with a couple of old sofas, a dining table and chairs, with a kitchenette in one corner with gas cooker and gas fridge. Porches front and rear with the back porch having a door into the toilet as well as a big stack of firewood. One bedroom with a good king size bed in it. Now I knew why Julie and Ron went ‘fishing’ so often.

“Right girls, you two have the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa.” Eruption !! The girls did NOT like that idea.

“NO WAY DADDY, AFTER WHAT WE”VE GONE THROUGH TODAY!! You’re in the middle. No arguments, keep your shorts on but get into bed.”

Frankly I was too tired to argue so dropped my jeans, stripped off my shirt and fell into bed. The girls quickly stripped down to a t-shirt and panties and hopped in beside me. The sleeping bags had been unzipped and were spread over us. Sleep came quickly and it didn’t seem long before the new day saw us stretching after the best nights sleep I’d had for ages. The girls had curled up with their heads on my shoulders and one arm draped across my stomach, dangerously close to a normal morning experience for me, a woody. I slipped out of bed and relieved the pressure then put the kettle on for my morning coffee. The girls came out and went to the toilet then joined me on the front porch bench seat with a coffee of their own. We looked out across the lake and together went,

“Ahh.”

We looked at each other and laughed. I realized the chilly morning had caused both girls to have very prominent protrusions on their t-shirts. Quite hard nipples, and the girls realized where I was looking. They looked down, then at each other, and laughed.

“We don’t mind YOU looking dad. In fact.”

In spite of the chill they both took off their t-shirts. They were twins and both around 34B with erect nipples. They leaned in so their breasts were against my sides with their heads resting on my shoulders.

“That gate we had to unlock last night tells me that this place is very private?”

“That’s right Donna, Ron owns about 40 acres on this side of the lake with a state forest around the rest of it. Before the gate there are a few other cabins on the lake but they are only used at holiday times, so we are unlikely to see anyone.”

The girls looked at each other and smiled. I didn’t think anything about the implications of our seclusion at this time. I was feeling laid back with my darling daughters by my side.

“How about we get some breakfast together then go through everything and see what we will need for an extended stay. There is a town about half an hour further up the main road”

Bacon and eggs on toast was a very acceptable breakfast then we put away all the supplies we’d brought. Thinking about being here for two weeks created a bit of a shopping list. We cleaned up and headed out to do our shopping. Cell phone reception! So the girls got busy and phoned their friends telling them not to phone home, that they were away on holiday and couldn’t be reached for two weeks. There was a branch of my bank so I was able to close all my joint accounts and was able to withdraw another $350. I contacted my sister and arranged for a lawyer. Ron usually towed his boat up to the lake so we invested in three cheap surf skis as well as some extra fishing gear. The girls also felt the need to look at swim-wear then suddenly said it wasn’t necessary. We headed back to the cabin and put everything away.

It was nice and secluded, we found the shower, an outside one with no surrounding walls. Connected to a passive solar water heating panel that needed someone to manually pump the water through for the person showering. The girls smiled at each other then looked at me.

“You’ll pump for us, won’t you, daddy.”

“Sure, sweetheart, then you can pump me.”

They looked shocked for a moment then burst out laughing. I reviewed what I had said and laughed with them.

“You naughty girls, you know what I mean.”

“Daddy, I think that was what is known as a Freudian slip. Where you say what you REALLY want. Thats OK dad, anytime you need ‘pumping’ one of us will be happy to oblige.”

Oh my God, what were these two thinking.We put swimsuits on and tried out the surf-skis. A lot of fun and then we worked out how to fish from them. A lazy hour with no bites then we went back in for lunch. After we’d cleaned up from lunch the girls decided to do some sun bathing so spread a towel out in front of the porch where I was enjoying my coffee. They both looked straight at me then removed their bikinis, tops and bottoms, and lay down. I was at a loss for words but, fortunately, none were needed for a while. After ten minutes my mouth felt like it would work again then.

“Daddy, we need sunscreen on, we need our man to rub it on.”

Fortunately they were both face down so I was able to do their backs OK. Problems arose however when I got south of their waistlines. Both girls had their legs parted and, although not doing the splits, they were definitely displaying their goodies. After a moment or two, or maybe three or four Beth looked back at me.

“Daddy, look as much as you want. Touch as much as you want. We’re here for a while and we don’t plan on wearing clothes unless we absolutely have to. You will be seeing us, and touching us, get used to it. We’re a bit nervous but we love you too much not to do this.”

“But…. but… this is going to have an effect on me that … that…”

“That WE will deal with. That’s a promise Dad.”

My mind was churning as I absent-mindedly finished applying the sunscreen. I suddenly realized that I had been running my hands all over their bottoms and had even touched their pussies. Their butts were raised with their cheeks parted to allow me easier access. I could see both little puckered butt holes easily as well as their open lips. There was a definite aroma of arousal from them and my body responded. Donna rolled over and spread her knees giving me a full frontal view. She reached down and held her lips apart showing her innermost secret.

“When you are ready Daddy, We’re ready for you. You’ve always been there for us, now we’re here for you”

I was shocked. I needed time to work through this so I went for a swim. The girls gave me the space I needed but were both face up when I came out of the water. I stood for a few minutes just looking at them. Their legs were well open so their patches of pubic hair hid nothing. What became visible was their arousal as moisture appeared between their lower lips. Beth raised herself on her elbows to look at me.

“Come on Dad, lie down here between us. We’ve been talking and can see no reason why we can’t continue just being together. This lake is really lovely, maybe Uncle Ron would sell you part of this land so we could build our own place.”

I gingerly lay down between them.

“Interesting idea. What would we do for the next forty or so years? Just lay around getting an all-over tan. I’m used to working with my hands and …”

“You can ‘handle’ us as much as you like dad.”

“Yeah right…..No, I think we need something that will be productive but allow us to work when we want to work. No hurry, but think about different ideas, write them down. Don’t worry about how crazy they are. Here’s a couple; we could buy and run a nudist resort, we could plant a couple of acres of blueberries, we could buy a lake and run hire boats.”

“oh oh….. how about we buy a lake and run a nudist resort where the nudists can pick the blueberries and hire boats as well. Put all your ideas together.”

“mmmm….you’re starting to think. Remember, no hurry. How about we go out on the skis and see if the fishing is better now?”

We paddled along the shore this time and managed to catch a decent bass for dinner. Back to the cabin and cooked it in the outdoor fire-pit. Laid back enjoying a beer while the girls had a coke, enjoying the stars coming out. Peaceful, then the girls cuddled in to me. I couldn’t help it, I tensed up.

“Dad, just relax. We’re not going to rape you……yet.”

I froze and then looked at Donna.

“Dad, we both love you. A natural expression of love is in the physical joining. When it happens, and it will, it will be because it happens naturally. We’ll keep talking about sex and showing our bodies openly until you understand that. We know you have the old hangups about incest but I read that it’s actually a Christian reaction from the roman times when the Caesars married their siblings. The risk of deformed children is nonsense, look at animal breeding programs, they get very incestuous without problems. It’s only when there are genetic problems that can get multiplied.”

Shit, I was starting to maybe, accept their viewpoint then they hit me with the idea of children.

“Ch…Chil…children!”

“It’s OK Dad, we’re both on the pill, so there’s little risk of that happening. But in the future, who knows.”

They took me by the hands and off to bed. I was still a bit dazed but let them take my shorts off and climbed into the middle again. This time no t-shirts, no panties, no shorts. Also no sex, just laying there together. I woke in the morning and realized that the girls were holding my woody. Not doing anything with it, just holding it. Naturally what was normally a sapling woody was now a mighty oak. I disengaged their hands and slipped out of bed. I looked at the toilet and thought I’ll never be able to aim it with this, so stepped out the back and aimed at the trees. A hand came round my waist and took hold and gently aimed it for me. It felt,…natural. A gentle shake to finish, then Beth stepped forward.

“My turn Dad, can you aim me please?”

I’ve never tried aiming a girl peeing before and it took me a moment or three before I worked out how to hold her lips apart. Needless to say, we got pee all down her legs, over my hands and some on the trees.

“OK Dad, my turn. I hope you’ve had enough practice to work out how to aim properly.”

I had, and managed to water the trees without any problems. It was probably a good idea to have a shower so Donna pumped for Beth and I. Bloody hell that water was cold. Must remember to have a shower in the afternoon. A similar day to yesterday, just lazing around.

The night was different. We showered and went to bed but this time our bodies contacted each other with intent. I could smell their arousal as we got into bed and I responded without conscious thought. Their nipples peaked and brushed across my chest as they took turns giving me a goodnight kiss. I realized the different meanings, not a ‘good night sleep tight’ but a ‘we’re going to have a GOOD NIGHT’ tonight.

Our hands gently stroked each other, caressing, and promising things to come. Both girls smiled as my woody responded and peeled the covers back to turn and have a good look. This presented their tender bottoms to me. My hands caressed their cheeks and slipped between their legs. They both gasped but spread their legs to allow me better access. They kissed my cock and I heard a murmured discussion before Donna opened her mouth and slipped me inside. I gasped at her innocent touch and returned the favor. I turned her on her side and spread her legs wider. When I licked her from clit to ass, she moaned then sucked my cock more urgently. She needed lessons but just the warmth and love she showed made me feel aroused. I licked her again and again until she was bucking and she told her sister to take over. Beth went from avid watcher to enthusiastic participant. My tongue stiffened and slid inside Donna’s lips, forcing its way into her depths, one hand was caressing her and circling her back pucker while my other hand was more direct with two fingers directly into Beth’s pussy. They were both moaning and humping away, begging for more.
Donna was responding very quickly, the teasing of the last few days coming to a head. She arched her back and screamed. I gentled my caresses and licking, continuing the stimulation but allowing her a moment to catch her breath.

She turned around and brought her face to mine.

“Thanks Dad, that’s the first of many.”

Donna sat astride my stomach and lifted herself. She slid back a little while Beth aimed my cock into her opening. In the right position she wiggled and looked at me.

“Breaking a virgin Dad, what’s best, Fast or slow?”

“Oh. …oh… my god. If you’re sure then usually a fast entry then hold while you adjust. Don’t drop all the way, just get inside. It will hurt so wait until it stops hurting.”

“Silly dad, my hymen went to exercise, tampons, and hairbrush handles, but this is the first penis inside.”

“Oh… Ok,, shouldn’t be the big hurt then, just take it slowly as you adjust.”

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My stories are based in reality and on real experiences. So let me start by describing my wife, Kelly. At 5’8″, she has a very attractive build with great 36C breasts and curves in all of the right places. Her figure is very womanly and attractive, and although she won’t be modeling on a runway anytime soon, she looks great in sexy attire. She has medium length dark hair, sometimes tinted auburn or red, and very sexy, full lips. I’m not going to say she’s a Penthouse Pet, but Kelly is a very good-looking woman and gets compliments from all my friends. For those who have read my other true stories, you may be thinking at this point that no one has fabulous sex all the time as I seem to have described. That’s true. Kelly is actually not that wild in bed normally, and frankly I’m running low on true events to relate. But we’ve been together several years now and every few months she really gives me something to think about (and write about). This is my most recent “memorable” encounter, only a few weeks old…

Kelly travels occasionally for her work, less now than she used to. However, the last few weeks had been relentless and she had been gone around four days per week. To make it even crazier, the one week she was home more, I had planned a weeklong getaway with my best friend who I had drifted away from the last couple of years. And then there was the company in town over one weekend… So our opportunities for sex have been kind of few and far between lately. We’ve managed to squeeze in some decent fun about once a week over the past month or so, but nothing elaborate or “wild”, so I’ve been pretty well chafing at the bit.

This weekend was the first opportunity in a while for us to have a really nice evening with some hot sex at the end of it, and Kelly knew in no uncertain terms that by Saturday evening I intended to have her in our bed for a serious encounter. However, as luck would have it, we ended up getting preoccupied with other things, and then she wanted to rent a movie, and there was dinner to think about. By the time the food was consumed and the movie watched, Kelly was lying drowsily on the couch, yawning. I was not especially happy; once we get past a certain hour, her body starts shutting down and it certainly is time for bed, but not the way I have in mind.

Kelly knew I was really in the mood and needed to have her badly, and she was trying to be a trooper. It was actually almost funny as she struggled to stay awake intending to have sex even though she was clearly wiped out. That was not at all what I had in mind, so I let her tell me an erotic story while I masturbated to hold me over until the next day when we could start over. It was actually a very good story, by the way, in which I watched her in a casino from a distance, then went and joined her at a table. We pretended not to know each other and she eventually slid under the table to give me a fabulous blowjob. Her storytelling satisfied me nicely and I went to sleep planning bigger and better things for the next day.

Sunday dawned bright and beautiful. We spent a lot of time on household chores and other normal weekend stuff, along with a good part of the day simply relaxing. I told Kelly early on that I thought we should have sex earlier in the evening, and watch our other movie afterwards, and she agreed.

However, after we had eaten dinner, Kelly was getting ready to take a shower and I was surfing the net, when she told me there would be a change of plans. She wanted to watch the movie first, and then head for bed. I wasn’t very thrilled about this, because I certainly didn’t want to end up shortchanged like the previous night, but she assured me she wouldn’t get tired. I headed for the living room to watch some television before starting the movie.

I noticed she was taking quite a long time in the shower, and caught a whiff of her scented shaving cream, so I knew she was shaving her legs. It’s always nice when a woman’s legs are freshly shaved for your touch, just like I’m sure they appreciate when guys have a clean shave on their beard. Kelly also trims her pubic hair very short when she is in the shower, although neither of us likes her pussy actually shaved. So, I was perfectly fine with letting her take her time.

Still, it was several minutes after the shower finally ceased before I realized that she was taking some extra steps in preparing. Usually, when I plan one of my “grand seductions” of Kelly, I’ll select certain lingerie and even makeup for her to put on. I like it when she has a classy but sexually suggestive look and would love seeing her like that all the time. She’s pretty good about going along with it for me, although I know it probably seems escort buca a little silly to her. However, after a good ten minutes of her fussing around in the bedroom and bathroom, I knew she had to be getting ready to make a big entrance, and it was starting to become obvious that she was planning on teasing me by making me sit through the movie while drooling over her.

Eventually Kelly appeared in the living room, and I was stunned. By this point I expected her to have put on some lingerie and maybe some lipstick, but she had done the full works: full makeup, hair nicely teased out, matching see-through bra and panties covered by a sheer black nightie, and high heels. She was also smoking, which she only does when she’s drinking, or when she wants to seduce me knowing that I melt for the combination of oral fixation and sultry sexiness of it. She came over to the couch where I was lying down and leaned over. Kissing me lightly with her smoky, dark red lips, she asked if I was ready to start the movie. I said sure, but I knew in reality I would be watching her more than the film.

Kelly knew it too, and she made sure to reinforce it by frequently shifting in front of me and often touching my leg or hand. She smoked constantly throughout the movie, and every time I heard the lighter click my attention was snapped right back to her. I could tell by the smile on her face that this was exactly the reaction she was looking for. She also made me get up and get her things, like a glass of water, at least three times during the movie, so that I would be forced to get a full frontal view of her as I returned, instead of the beautiful profile I was already staring at. I say forced, but we both knew I loved it!

By the end of the movie, I really had lost track of the plot with her constant distraction. It had basically become a game with her by that point, to kind of let me sink into the movie, and then to suck me back out by saying something to me, or touching me, or lighting a new cigarette. After two hours of being gently teased into a serious state of arousal, I was happy to see the end credits start to roll.

Kelly took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where she had me undress and lightly pushed me down on the bed. She started gently tracing patterns across my chest with her crimson fingernails and stroking my thighs. Suddenly, I saw a wicked grin emerge at the corners of her mouth. I realized something had occurred to her, and it only took a moment to find out what.

“You’ve been after me to tie you up for a long time, haven’t you?” she asked slyly. It was true; we’ve never gotten very into bondage, but I had tied her up a few times before, as well as a couple of my old girlfriends in the past. But I had never been tied up before, and I was curious about it.

“Are those things still attached to the bed?” she asked, referring to a full set of “Comfy Cuffs” that I had gotten for some fun on our anniversary a little over a year ago. We had only used them once since then, but since we don’t have children, I saw no reason to remove them and just tucked them under the bed instead. So I told her that they were still there.

Kelly reached under each corner of the bed and bound each of my hands, then each of my legs, with the padded velcro cuffs. I tested the bonds, and sure enough I was pretty much immobilized. It was kind of an interesting sensation, because I’m definitely the aggressor sexually, and being in a submissive role was quite foreign to me. Kelly looked down at me lying spread-eagled on the bed and smiled. “Comfortable?” she asked. I told her I was just great, so she told me I should just wait where I was. She headed out to the main room and returned a couple of minutes later with a fresh cigarette and a glass of wine. She propped my head up with a few pillows so I would have a good view, and then rummaged for a minute in our “sex drawer” until she found the videotape she was looking for. She popped it into the VCR, grabbed the remote, and sat half facing me near my right leg.

When Kelly pressed play, I knew immediately why she had chosen this particular tape. It is a compilation of videos starring Lexington Steele, a black actor with an incredibly thick 13″ long cock. If you don’t believe me, look him up. It’s impressive. Kelly has always pretended to be mildly indifferent about liking this particular tape, but her pussy gets incredibly wet when she watches it, so I know that she really gets turned on. It’s an almost instantaneous reaction – I can be fingering her clit for several minutes with slow results, and when this guy comes onscreen, her cunt starts dripping immediately. It’s not so much that he’s black, because buca escort bayan we have some other interracial videos that don’t have anything like that effect. But Kelly loves to see a big cock onscreen, and although she doesn’t say as much about these films, she’ll fast forward through scenes in other movies when the actor is smaller or average.

Kelly leaned back slightly and began rubbing her pussy through her thong. I couldn’t see that well, because she was only partially facing me. I could tell that she was mainly focusing on her clit though as she rapidly rubbed herself with her left hand. Occasionally she stopped to take a drag from her cigarette or sip at her wine, but otherwise her attention was almost entirely focused on the screen. I say almost entirely, because I caught her checking several times to ensure that I couldn’t move or touch myself and that I was watching what she was doing to herself.

After several minutes, I could hear her breath coming faster and she was starting to moan a little while she diddled herself. I could even start to smell her feminine wetness with the smoke in the room. Suddenly she looked at me.

“Just watching that guy fuck that woman with his big cock is getting me so hot right now. Do you mind if I use one of my toys?” she asked. Without waiting for a response, she stood up and once again started rummaging in the sex drawer. She knew I wouldn’t mind anyway; I love watching her use her sex toys. “I think I’ll use the big one,” she announced, rising with a very large dildo in hand. At 12″ or so long and around 2.5″ thick, it is by far our largest dildo and my favorite to use on her, although she can’t actually handle it sometimes. As big as it was, I think it’s actually slightly smaller than Lex’s giant cock that was buried deeply in some actress’s snatch onscreen, but I knew what Kelly was imagining.

She sat back down on the bed, again only about half facing me. I could see her pulling her panties to one side and rubbing the dildo against her crotch. I couldn’t actually see the head pushing against her wet lips, but I could hear the sticky sound of her sex as she lubricated the big dong with her own secretions. Unable to actually witness the penetration, I was torn between watching her facial expressions changing as she slowly pushed the dildo into herself, and watching her hand slowly approaching her cunt while holding the end of the dildo. At last I could tell she had engulfed as much as possible within her pussy; she still had a firm grip on the last few inches of the dildo, but her hand was resting on her pubic mound and she had stopped pushing.

She paused for a minute to adjust to the fullness, and then began slowly and deliberately fucking herself with the big dildo. Her eyes were glued to the television, watching the cuntal assault taking place there, and although there was no way she could have handled the speed at which Lex was ramming this woman, Kelly managed to fuck herself at about half time with his movements, timing the thrusts to match every second thrust onscreen.

It was extremely erotic and frustrating for me at the same time. Not only was Kelly masturbating as intensely as I’ve ever seen her do, I was unable to get a good view of the action, and couldn’t even touch my own straining cock for release. I have to say, it was one of the sexiest things she has ever done to me. She must have realized finally how badly I needed her touch, or maybe she was getting too close to orgasm, since she’s not multiorgasmic, because she stopped and turned to face me. She left the dildo protruding from her cunt, only about three of its twelve inches visible from her seriously stretched hole. Leaning forward, she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking me while clenching and releasing her thighs around the dildo.

At the start of the evening, Kelly had been wearing a pretty heavy coat of dark red lipstick. We really hadn’t done anything to mess that up until this point, so it was still in place as she began blowing me. I found it strangely erotic to see her lipstick smearing over her mouth and hand as she started jacking my cock rapidly while sucking and licking at the underside of it. In fact, being married I have had many blowjobs from Kelly. Yet I think maybe she has picked something up from the movies we’ve been watching, because in both this and the last recent blowjob she had given me, I noticed some nice changes in her style. She really went to town on me, alternating long strokes of her lips down my shaft until she had most of my length in her mouth, with long periods of serious licking and tonguing the sides and bottom of my dick, all the while stroking me with buca escort one hand. Her other hand I soon noticed was working that dildo in and out of herself again.

This was shaping up to be one of the very best blowjobs she had ever given me, and it was even more intense because I couldn’t move any of my limbs. I was forced to lie there and let her do all of the work, and it felt great. I struggled not to come, even though it would have felt amazing to fill her mouth with my come, but I really wanted to fuck her and it had been a while. Kelly sensed that I was getting overly aroused and pulled away, letting me cool off a bit while she cleaned off the lipstick mess her sloppy blowjob had induced. With a wet plop, she pulled the thick dildo out of her pussy and set it on the bed by my foot. Then she removed her nightie and panties, leaving on her sexy sheer bra. It’s almost sexier than being naked, because it doesn’t hide anything, but simply acts as a black shadow darkening her breasts and nipples.

Kelly climbed on top of me and slipped my cock into her hot moist opening. Now at just a touch under 8″ inches and about 1.5″ thick, I’m certainly a bit better endowed than average, but compared to that big dildo I’m not even in the same category. Her cunt was well fucked and loosened by this point and it really felt a little different and a little messy. However, I’ve never been intimidated by the large toys, because I love giving my wife pleasure any way possible, and besides I know she still prefers a warm flesh-and-blood cock to a bigger, but colder dildo anytime.

Kelly started riding me aggressively, thrusting her hips down hard at me and grinding her pelvis against mine. I warned her that I would not be able to last very long if she went after me like that, but she just smiled and kept screwing me. She began kissing my neck and ear and whispering to me. “Wouldn’t you like to grab my tits right now? Or my ass? Wouldn’t you like to use your legs to push up into me while I fuck you?” She kept whispering all sorts of similar things in my ear, reminding me as if I could forget of my restricted range of motion. She even would rise most of the way off of my cock and wait while I tried futilely to get my hips up enough to re-enter her. Kelly used every trick she could to drive me wild, and I soon realized, push me over the edge before she herself got there. As her breathing grew heavier, she started fucking me with long, deep strokes of her slick vagina, urging me to come inside of her. Finally I couldn’t hold out anymore. With each new thrust of her hips, I pumped jet after jet of my semen into her. I felt the orgasm spread from my balls through my stomach until it shook my entire body. It was one of the best of my life; of course, I’d been teased to the peak of arousal for nearly three hours by this point, so it was well due.

Kelly still hadn’t had her orgasm at this point, which I soon realized was intentional. Although I’m not particularly predisposed towards eating creampies as some othes, it has become pretty regular in our sex life for me to go down on her after I come because she only comes once and then is basically done for the night, so she hates coming before me. I’ve also told her many times that I wanted her to sit on my face, but she’s very self conscious about it and steers away from it. Tonight though, with my hands and feet tied, and the very high arousal she was still caught in, only seconds after I filled her with my load I felt her sliding up towards my face.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked breathlessly as she planted her leaking pussy on my face. I don’t know that I could have stopped her by this point, but I didn’t want to anyway. I started licking her clit furiously as she rubbed her pussy over my face. Now I truly didn’t “drink” my load out of her, but I could feel the hot mixture of my come and her pussy juices seeping down my face and neck as I sucked on her swollen bud. Usually I try to finger her g-spot or use a dildo while I eat her, but with my hands still tied all I could do was lick her pussy and tongue-fuck her sticky canal while she humped my face with accelerating frequency. I must have been hitting the right buttons, because she only sat on my face for two or three minutes before I felt her thighs stiffen and heard the passionate moans announcing the arrival of her orgasm, bringing with it a fresh rush of wetness.

Kelly relaxed for a minute or two after that, while I lazily tongued her cunt clean from the sloppy lovemaking, then she slid off of me. She looked at the mess on my face and gave me a rare “after-cunnilingus” french kiss, tasting our mingled juices. Finally, she released my bonds and we helped one another clean up from our wild activities. It was definitely one of the sexual highlights of our entire relationship, and the only disappointment I can think of is that experiences like that don’t happen very often, so it may be quite a while before I have another story this new to tell…

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It all started when I was fifteen, I was crazy in love with my cousin the same age. She was so hot, she had the nicest ass I had ever laid eyes on and every time I would see her I would want to jack off.

A few years later when we were both older, I still had the crush on her. She was one of the hottest girls I had ever seen and I just wanted to fuck the shit out of her. Well she had been away for college but she came back to town and she found me. She called me up and wanted to know if we could get together and talk. I t had been so long since we had talked and I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to see that ass. It was so nice and round she also had some nice perky tits to go along with it.

All my life I had dreamed about making love to her. I have had plenty of sex with other girls but there is something about her that drive me wild. The thought of her soft lips sliding up and down my dick almost made cum right there.

She came over and we ordered out for dinner. We sat and talked about how the last few years had been for both of us and how we were planning on spending the next year. I don’t know what got into her but all of a sudden, escort buca she flipped on the porno channel. She was a little drunk but it was never my intention of getting her so wasted she would do what ever I wanted, but that’s when it popped into my head.

I thought about it for a second but I realized I couldn’t do that. She was getting horny and started talking about how her sex life was and about the best sex she had. My dick was getting stiff as a rock and she noticed very easily, I don’t mean to brag but nine inches is pretty good. She leaned over to me and said that she needed a nice good fucking and that she wanted me to give it to her.

I thought I was dreaming or really really drunk. My biggest fantasy was actually coming true.There she was for the taking but for some reason I couldn’t, untill she started rubbing my cock and massaging her pussy at the same time. I felt like busting a load right then but I didn’t want to dissapoint her. She started unzipping my pants while I took off my shirt. Then she took her clothes. She handed me her panties and I stuffed them in my face, they smelt so good I just had buca escort bayan to taste her pussy. I laid her out on the couch and licked her thighs. I made my way to her pussy and started licking away. She was already wet and the taste was like heaven. I slurped up all I could, and when I thought I got it all she came right in my face.

I drank what was in my mouth but she didn’t give me a chance to lick off the rest. She grabbed me and licked my face clean.

“I want to suck your cock dry”she said.”Then you can taste my ass”

She got off the couch and onto her knees and wasted no time licking my dick. She started licking the tip with the tip of her tongue, she circles around it then took in inch by inch untill my entire cock was in her mouth. Watching her head bob up and down on my shaft was the sexiest thing i had ever seen.While she was sucking she started to tickle my asswhole at the same time, usually I would never let anybody do that but she made it feel so good.

“I’ve wanted you ever since we were teenagers” I told her

“I know” she said,”what you didn’t think I noticed”

That’s when buca escort I exploded. Gob after gob shot into her mouth and all over her face. she told me lick the rest off her face so I did. My own jizz on my tongue tasted so good but not as good as her ass was going to.

I turned her around as fast as I could and got to work on that ass. My tongue was exploring the boundries my dick would be soon. It tasted so good, I was fucking her ass with my tongue.She then got up and kissed me so passionatlly.

“Now it’s time for you to give that dick in whatever whole you want to give it to me in” she said.

I put my cock right against her pussy and slowly thrusted forward. It felt so good as I rocked in and out of my cousins pussy.

“Harder, harder”she said. So i went in harder and faster. As fast as I could pounding that sweet pussy as she came all over my dick.

I pulled out and rubbed the head of my dick against the small hole of her ass. She moaned as I did this. Then I slowly pushed in untill my entire cock was in.

I went slow at first as I could tell she was a little uncomfortable but then she started moaning louder and louder so I wne t faster and faster.She stuck three of her fingers in her pussy while I was fucking her ass. She came twice before I came. Hot sticky cum poured out of my cock and into her ass like a river.

We fell asleep with my dick still in her ass with my arms around her.

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It was bright and pleasantly warm. The sky was clear. There was hardly a breeze and the birds and squirrels played in the branches of the large oak tree in Glenda’s back yard. They both sat quietly, sipping coffee while they basked in the mid morning sun.

“Glenda, I need ask you a question that has something to do with your past experiences as a stripper.” Alice broke the silence.

“Sure honey, what’s on your mind?”

“What do you know about a strip club called the ‘Rooster’s Nest’?”

“Oh, that dump? What I hear from my friends (you know a lot of the local dancers come to me to have their hair done) is that the ‘Nest’ is real bad news. A lot of drugs go through there. Most of the girls there work a little extra to supplement their incomes, if you know what I mean.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that.”

Glenda looked at her dear friend inquisitively. Alice wore an expression she could not quite read. “Alice, what’s the matter?”

“Oh Glenda it’s Rob,” Alice hesitated briefly, “He met this girl that works there and they have a date tonight.”

“Rob? Really? He went there?” Glenda tone was more than just concerned it also carried a hint of curiosity, “And now he has a date? Do you know her name?”

“He went there the other night with some of his friends. He didn’t mention her name. They’re going out tonight.” Alice held her coffee mug in both her hands and took a gulp. “Glenda, I am a little concerned.”

“I can see that.”

“Glenda, don’t get me wrong. You are my best friend and you should know that I don’t think badly of dancers. And Rob is generally a sensible young man. But I am his mother and I just don’t want to see him hurt or taken advantage of.”

“I don’t blame you for being concerned. I’ve heard nothing but bad news about that place and the girls that work there. Listen, do you want me to talk to him. Hell, I can even set him up with one of my nice dancer friends. Rob is a nice kid and a fox to boot.”

“I don’t think you need to take it that far. I’ll just tell him what you told me about the club and I’m sure Rob will make his own decision or at least be careful. I think he’s just thrilled about the idea of dating a dancer.”

“You can’t blame a young guy for wanting to date a dancer now. Yeah, most guys that wanted to date me hoped that they would be getting a private show every night. I’m afraid that Rob’s new friend just sees a gullible rich kid with deep pockets.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. But my son doesn’t strike me as being gullible, and we’re certainly not rich.” Alice seemed to be less worried and more relaxed.

“You know Alice,” Glenda teased, “Us dancers can be a wild bunch. You sure you don’t want me to talk to Rob?”

“That won’t be necessary Glenda.” Alice chided, “Rob doesn’t need another corrupting force in his life just yet.” He has me, Alice added to herself, smiling and gloating inwardly.

They both sat in silence for a while. Alice again, deliberately broke the spell.

“What’s the wildest thing you’ve done as a dancer?”

“Now Alice I know how much you like to live vicariously through my sexual exploits, but I’m not sure you can handle this.” Glenda turned towards Alice and grinned impishly.

What Alice wanted to say was “If you only knew girlfriend, if you only knew.” Instead she said teasingly, “Glenda, I’m honestly hurt that you think of me as such a prude.”

“Alice you’re my best friend and I don’t keep secrets from you. But you have to promise me you won’t tell a soul.”

********

She had just turned eighteen and was fresh out of high school. She had plans to take classes at the local college that fall and move out of her parent’s house when the semester started. Over the summer she planned to work at a local restaurant and save up enough money so she can share an apartment with some friends.

One of the waitresses at the restaurant she was working with also had a part time job as a nude dancer at one of the local and more respectable establishments. She convinced Glenda to audition there. Glenda easily landed a job. Glenda had already been an excellent dancer and she had robust exhibitionistic tendencies. It did not take long for her to combine those two elements. Along with her young sexy look and her easy going personality she quickly became a very popular attraction at the club. Soon it became routine for her to pull in $800 to$1000 on a slow night. On better nights she easily pocketed $1500 or more dancing on stage and performing table and lap dances for her customers. Since she was still living with her parents, she only managed to work there a couple of times a weeks and still keep her new exciting job a secret.

Glenda’s parents were very conservative and they clearly would not have allowed their only daughter to work as a dancer. She loved and respected her folks and would never do anything to hurt them. She had always been a little on the wild side izmir escort bayan but had successfully kept her secrets well hidden and stayed in her parents good graces.

That summer her older brother Jim was visiting. He had just finished grad school and had been accepted to the FBI academy. He was a few years older than her. He had always fascinated Glenda, though they were never particularly close. She did regard him with awe, as an older and handsome male in her life. However, she suspected that Jim was clean cut and conservative like her parents.

It was getting late one night at the club. Glenda had one last stage dance before she could go home. The crowd was thick and rowdy in the smoke filled club. Glenda always got a charge from the drunken men watching her perform. The more they cat- called, the more they whistled the more Glenda dancing became animated. The more they threw money on the stage or placed tips in the straps of her g-string (while she still wore it) the wilder her dancing became.

Things were going well for her that night and she felt that she had full control of the horny crowd. The music was just right. She climbed onto the stage and walked briskly around its edge smiling and blowing kisses to the men seated in the ‘meat rack’ surrounding the stage. She wore a simple black g-string. Her large giggling breasts were hardly contained in her tight skimpy bikini top. The 4 inch heeled sandals that she wore accented her toned legs. Had donned a baseball cap that she stuffed her long blonde hair in. She recognized a familiar customer seated near the stage and leaned down towards him as he reached out with a ten-dollar bill in his hand. She took the money from by cupping her breasts together and pinching the bill away from him in her cleavage. She got down on her hands and knees her ass facing the crowd. She retrieved a couple of tips by reaching behind her in between her legs and taking the money inches from her pussy. She lay on the stage belly down. She writhed on the floor and bucked as if some unseen force was fucking her. She made her firm ass cheeks jiggle and dance to the music. The crowd responded with applause, hoots and tips.

She stood up and gracefully removed her top, g-string and heels and stood looking at the crowd with a well- rehearsed shy looking smile. She sauntered seductively toward a generous regular patron. She took off her baseball cap, shaking her long blond hair loose. She placed the cap on the regular’s head and blew him a kiss. Slowly, she lifted her right breast to her face and licked her nipple with her protruding tongue. She stepped back in rhythm with the music to the pole that was in the center of the stage. She wrapped her leg around the pole and twirled slowly as she held on with her free hand. She was still licking her nipple as she surveyed the excited crowd. That’s when she saw him.

Her brother Jim was standing a few rows back from the stage area. His hands were on his hips and he had an expression that Glenda could not read. She stared at him, a million thoughts flooding her head. Instinctively, she glanced at his crotch to gauge his reaction, as she had taught herself to periodically do with the men she danced for. The lighting was poor and her view obstructed. Satisfied that Jim was not about make a public scene, she decided that the show must go on. She reasoned that there may be some repercussions later, but in the meantime she had a barroom full of paying customers that she must attend to.

She hoisted her self up the pole, her legs expertly forming a pretzel as they wrapped around it. She dangled her self upside down and looked back at the scene behind her. She saw her brother watching and still could not make out any emotion in his expressionless face. She came down from her upside down perch and pranced about deftly with the music, noting that Jim still held his ground. Seemingly oblivious to his presence, she shook her charms expertly, though inside she harbored a lingering cache of worry. The song seemed to last an eternity as she danced and posed on stage. She ended her dance by performing a split and touching her forehead to her forward knee. When she stood up and bowed to the enthusiastic and loud crowd, Jim was not standing there anymore. As she picked up the tips that littered the stage and chatted with several flirting and admiring men, she caught a glimpse of Jim’s back as he was leaving the club.

She worried as she drove herself home. She was not certain what her brother’s reaction was going to be. She took some comfort in the fact that he was leaving the following day to pursue his career. But she was worried that somehow he may tell her parents. She noted with some anxiety that her mom’s car, the car that Jim had been driving was already in the driveway. She also realized that the lights downstairs were still on.

She had barely shut the door behind her when she felt him grab her by the arm. She did not have time escort izmir to protest. He look at her sternly and gestured with his finger that she should be silent and led her down to the family room located in the basement of the house. Rather than risk any commotion she silently followed, seething.

“You dirty little whore, come with me.” He whispered his tone however was stern.

When they reached the basement, Glenda shook herself free from his grip. She turned to him and shoved him. Something had taken over her. Maybe it was her feeling cornered or threatened. Possibly, she felt that Jim was being a hypocrite, judging her while he was at the club as customer. Regardless, she was charged up and it felt good to take the offensive. She hoped she could regain some control by doing so.

“You shit! You think you’re so self righteous!” She struck at him with glancing blow to his arm.

“Glenda…stop it!” He was surprised at her reaction.

“No, you’re no better than me. You went there to get your jollies, that makes you the same as me.” She renewed her attack on him and tried to strike him a few more times.

“I SAID STOP!” He was considerably bigger than her. Suddenly, she was across his knee. Her halter had fallen slightly partially exposing a breast. Her tight shorts had ridden up her crotch exposing a large portion of her ass cheeks. She struggled but Jim held tightly.

“When I say stop it I mean stop it.” He said in a firm voice.

Suddenly, several hard blows landed on her bottom. “OUCH, Nooo, Please stop.” She cried her eyes tearing up. She struggled.

“Stop you’re struggling and I’ll let you go.” He growled.

Her ass was turning red under his continued assault. His cock pressed into her squirming body. Her struggles dwindled and gradually subsided. The punishment to her tender ass continued for a bit and the slowly it stopped. Tentatively, he released his grip on her. She rolled off his lap and sat by him on the floor, wiping away her tears. The burning on her bottom unexpectedly transformed it self into warm glow in her pelvis. She was surprised how horny she was getting as she stared at the bulge in her brother’s crotch. As if still on stage, she crawled over to her brother and placed her hand on his crotch. She gave it a playful squeeze.

“Please don’t tell mom and dad about my dancing. I’ll do anything you want.” Her tearful blue eyes were imploring him but her voice was sweet and seductive.

“Take your clothes off sis. Take them all off for me.”

The spanking had made her extremely horny. She had not expected that. The fact that he was her brother was at that time immaterial to her. She got up and without any of the fanfare of her stripper repertoire she discarded the clothes she was wearing and flung her self into her brothers waiting arms. Her hands tugged at his clothing as she kissed him fully on the lips. They were both naked, on the couch. She grabbed his swollen cock and guided him into her as he rolled on top of her. She gasped audibly as he buried his large cock deep inside her wet pussy.

“Oh Jim your cock feels so good in me.” She hissed.

“Sis, your dancing was so nasty you made me so horny.” His breath was hot on neck. He was fucking her deep and hard.

” Yes, fuck your little sister with that big beautiful cock. You fill me up so good baby.” She cried as she dug her nails into his back. “I’m coming. OH MY GOD! YES.”

“That’s it sis, come good for your brother.” His body indicated that he wasn’t far behind his sister.

“Jim please don’t come inside me. I’m not on the pill.” She still had some sense about her despite the fury of her passion.

Despite his excitement Jim pulled out and positioned his cock in between Glenda’s fleshy breasts. Glenda cupped her breasts around her brother’s throbbing cock. Jim pinched her nipples as he thrust his moist member between her warm tits.

“If I’d only know what a nasty little tramp you are sis, I would have done this along time ago.” Jim face contorted as he approached orgasm.

“Give your sister your cum you horny bastard. Cum all over my face.” Glenda strained her neck forward edging her lips towards her the tip of her brother’s cock. Jim cock exploded showering Glenda neck and face with warm wads of cum.

Jim left for his new job the following day. They never had the opportunity to be together alone again. A few months later Jim married his long time girlfriend. Though they both have seen each other on holidays and other occasion neither spoke of this incident again.

Glenda had experienced many erotic spankings since then. Most certainly she had enjoyed them. Maybe it was the fear of being caught or maybe it was the naughty fact that Jim was her brother, but she never had a spanking experience as intense and pleasurable as the one with her brother.

*****

On the drive over Glenda still had some apprehensions that gnawed on her. Despite Alice’s izmir escort assurances that she didn’t think ill of her, Glenda had second thoughts about having disclosed her incestuous ‘affair’ with her brother. Glenda had had a difficult time gauging her friend’s reaction. Alice had assured her that she harbored no negative judgments. They had even made plans about going out that evening and had even joked about all the heads they were going turn. Still, Glenda felt uneasy.

She pulled her car into Alice’s driveway on time at 630 pm sharp. Glenda was surprised that Alice’s car was not there. Rob’s pickup truck was. She wondered if Alice and Rob had traded vehicles for the evening so that Rob could go out on his date with his new dancer friend.

Rob was sitting on the couch reading a sports magazine. The stereo was playing in the background. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and tank top. Glenda couldn’t help but notice his muscled shoulders, well-defined arms and flat tummy as he stood up and greeted her. Hardly attire for a hot first date, Glenda noted. She also noted with a good measure of satisfaction Rob’s eyes looking her up and down.

“Hi Rob,” Glenda smiled, “Where’s your mom honey?”

Robs eyes were on her legs. She wore a pair of platform heeled sandals that had cloth straps wrapped around her ankles and shapely calves. Rob explained that his mom gotten called to her office. His eyes rose to her thighs and short skirt. Apparently there was some sort of leak that Alice needed to attend to emergently. Glenda’s nipples were poking through her silk bra that gingerly held her large pendulous bosom under her tight tan shirt. Rob was not very subtle in his scanning. Subtlety came with age and experience, if it came at all, Glenda thought to her self.

Rob explained that he was to keep Glenda entertained until Alice can extricate herself from the crisis at her office. Rob offered her glass of wine, which she accepted after he agreed to have one also. Rob explained that Alice said she’d call when she was returning so that she could pick up some take-out for the three of them on her way home.

“Rob I thought you had a date tonight.”

“She blew me off Glenda.” Rob looked dejected.

“Aw, sorry to hear that sweetie. What happened?”

“I guess mom told you she’s a strip…I mean dancer.” Rob was embarrassed. He sipped his wine.

“Yes, Alice told me she worked at the ‘Nest’.” Glenda tried to sound matter of fact. “That place is really bad news Rob.”

“Yeah, I figured that out the hard way. All she was interested in was how much money I was going to bring on our so-called date. When I told her I had a simple date planned, maybe a moonlight picnic in the park or something, she freaked and hung up on me.” Rob looked down and stared at the floor.

“That’s too bad honey she really missed out on a nice time with a great guy.”

“Thanks Glenda,” Rob managed a smile, “I can’t believe I was such a fool. I guess the idea of being with a strip… I mean a dancer was just too exciting it clouded my judgment.”

“You can say stripper Rob that’s not a bad word in my book. I know of a lot of strippers who would be delighted to be with a guy like you.” Glenda smiled reassuringly.

“Really? Come on your just saying that. You used to be a stripper didn’t you.” Rob inched closer to Glenda as if he were seeking comfort in her words.

“I’m serious Rob,” Glenda reached out and stroked his cheek, “I would go out with in second if you weren’t my best friends son and if I weren’t old enough to be your mom.”

“Glenda, I don’t think of you as being old like that,” Rob did not move away. “I mean you are really beautiful. And I think older women are hot” He tentatively placed his hand on her shoulder. “I wish I would have gotten a chance to see you dance.”

“Rob you’re making me blush, you sweetie you,” Glenda laughed, “You keep talking like that you just may get to see me dance sometime.” Rob’s flattery and his touch made her excited.

“You’d really dance for me? You not just saying that are you?” Rob voice conveyed a sense of urgency and naiveté that Glenda found refreshing. He hoped he hadn’t gone too far.

“Rob honey. Listen to me. I would love to dance for you,” Glenda was struggling with her excitement. Her sense of loyalty to her best friend somehow had to prevail. “But I really shouldn’t. Not now at least.” She placed her hand on his arm and felt the strength of his bicep.

“Please Glenda, mom would never know. She said she’d call when she was on her way home. Just a short dance, it would be our secret. I bet you’re an excellent dancer.” Rob persisted with a mixture of innocence and confidence that impressed Glenda. His hand slid to her waist as his eyes hungrily roamed her body.

“I may live to regret this but let this be my present to you for your upcoming birthday,” Glenda led him to the couch and motioned for him to sit. She chuckled, “That’s coming up in what four or five months from now?”

Glenda slowly moved with the music. Her eyes surveyed Rob’s crotch and noticed his obvious excitement. She undid the french-braid in her silky blonde hair and shook her mane free.

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This story is dedicated with much appreciation to Jim, my friend.

It is a work of fiction.

Southern Living: 1949

“Aw, come on, Bobbie-Jean! Just let me touch it some,” Snooky whined. He had his hand up Bobbie-Jean’s skirts and was groping for the imagined wet spot on the crotch of her cotton panties.

“No! Stop it, Snooky!” the girl shouted. She tugged Snooky’s hand from between her thighs and slid herself from the arm grip he had around her neck. She flung open the door of the Buick and scrambled out. Snooky was close behind her, in hot pursuit.

The red-clay under her feet was slippery from the earlier rain and Bobbie-Jean very nearly lost her footing as she stumbled through the dark towards what had been a small bonfire only an hour past. Bobbie-Jean looked frantically around the small clearing for signs of the others. She could hear Snooky’s squishy steps in the muck as he followed her from the car to where the others had previously been gathered around the fire. Everyone had disappeared.

As Snooky made his approach, Bobbie-Jean grabbed a rotted tree branch from the ground and brandished it in his direction. “So help me, Snooky Slade, if you don’t go on now, I’ll lay you out, but good!” she threatened making a swipe through the air with it for his benefit.

Snooky drew up short. He knew Bobbie-Jean’s temper all too well. He thrust his hands in his pockets and kicked sheepishly at the ground. The bulge in the front of his pants was shriveling rapidly. “Aw, you know I didn’t mean nothin’, Bobbie-Jean. I was just was foolin’ around some,” he sighed sounding dejected.

Bobbie-Jean had known Snooky Slade practically all her life. He was one of her brother’s closest friends. Bobbie-Jean relaxed her stance, but still held the tree branch ready to swing again. She glanced about at their wooded surroundings and called out, “Billie-Lee! You better come on out here, right now!” She paused and listened for any response. All she could hear was some rustling branches in the breeze.

“Billie-Lee, you better git on out here ‘fore I take this here branch to Snooky!” she demanded in an even louder tone. Snooky made a furtive attempt to come nearer, hoping to catch her off-guard and disarm her of the wooden club she wielded.

Bobbie-Jean resumed her defensive posture again. “Uh-uh, Snooky!” she warned with a hiss. “Don’t you make me have to hurt you none! I bust your head wide open and my daddy is gonna be wantin’ to know what for. You wanna be dealin’ with my daddy instead of me some?” She asked. Bobbie-Jean and Billie-Lee’s daddy was the county sheriff. Snooky didn’t want any trouble with the law, or any irate daddy, much less Bobbie’s.

The sound of breaking brush and heavy footsteps heralded the hurried arrival of someone else. “Hell’s tarnation, Bobbie-Jean! Folks a mile up the creek can hear your squallin’ and caterwauling’! You wanna git the whole county up at this time of night? Pipe down some, would yah?” Billie-Lee snarled as he emerged from the woods with another girl in tow.

Two other couples emerged from the brush in time to witness the fray. “What’s goin’ on?” one of the girls asked with wide-eyed innocence. Bobbie-Jean dropped her weapon and rushed to her friend.

She pointed an accusing finger in the direction of her would-be assailant. “It’s Snooky! He tried to git fresh with me!” she complained. The other girls formed a protective and sympathetic circle around her, hugging her shoulders as any good friend would.

“Snooky Slade! Now, you know good and well that Bobbie-Jean is engaged to be married,” one of them pointed out with pure shame.

Billie-Lee gave his sister a scathing look. He had only moments before had his own fingers inside the willing cunt of her friend. It wasn’t the first time Bobbie-Jean had foiled his fun. But, the mood he was in now, it just might be her last.

Snooky spoke up in his own defense. “Well, if Bobbie-Jean is so engaged, then why did she agree to come out on a date with me tonight?” he demanded indignantly. The boys all took a shoulder to shoulder stand along side the crest-fallen Snooky looking expectantly at Bobbie-Jean for answers.

“It weren’t supposed to be no date, Snooky, and you know it!” Bobbie-Jean spat back.

“Then, why’d you set all alone in the car with me?” Snooky sneered. “No gal sets up in a car with some other guy if’n she’s promised,” he pointed out while his friends all nodded in agreement. “She even let me kiss on her!” he said defiantly. “I hate to say it Billie-Lee, and I ain’t meaning you no disrespect, but your sister is a prick-tease!” Snooky looked down at the now deflated bump in his pants.

Billie-Lee studied his sister for any sign of guilt. Bobbie-Jean was engaged. It didn’t set well with him, but it was a fact, just the same. He gave his sister a thorough look-see. Bobbie-Jean wasn’t just some young filly anymore. She was a full-grown woman, even at eighteen. She had a perfect shape to her, with an hour-glass figure and long, shapely legs. He wondered why izmir escort bayan their father let her leave the house dressed like she did. His gaze traveled downward to catch a glimpse of a bare calf. It was just inviting trouble, especially from guys like Snooky Slade.

Bobbie-Jean had always been a thorn in her brother’s side. When they were kids, during the war, he took a paper-route to earn himself some pocket money. Bobbie-Jean couldn’t let well enough alone. She demanded a paper-route and some pocket money of her own. Working was a man’s business; not something just any snot-nosed bratty little girl had any bee’s-wax doing. Dad had even offered to pay her an allowance just to keep her at home instead, but she wasn’t having none of that! She just had to prove that she could do as well as he could running her own business.

Even when he had gone off to junior college in the next county over, Bobbie-Jean got herself transferred to the same campus to attend summer-school, just so she could graduate early. Next month, she was going off to Jackson to some business college there. She only did it because he had enlisted in the army and was about to leave home himself. Since they wouldn’t take girls in the service, she one-upped him again by enrolling in a secretarial school and getting herself engaged to a soldier who was already finished with his basic training.

Billie-Lee’s frown deepened. He was fed up with his little sister’s shenanigans. If she had let Snooky kiss her, she deserved whatever she got, he thought to himself. Someone should tell that soldier-boy fiancé just exactly what his ‘intended’ had been up to.

“She let me French her, too, Billie-Lee!” Snooky said in an attempt to add more fuel to the fire.

Bobbie-Jean had no idea what ‘Frenching’ even meant, but she wasn’t about to stand accused of anything Snooky was dishing out. “Did not!” she protested sharply. “I ain’t never Frenched nobody, you big ol’ fat liar!” she sputtered.

Billie-Lee’s face turned an angry shade of purple. He thought about his own experiences with girls who teased. He’d been nearly twenty before he found a girl who allowed him to get his own cock wet. Before that, he spent a fortune on burger dinners, beer, and movies only to end his dates with a climax into his own handkerchief. He had as much invested in new kerchiefs from McCrory’s Five and Dime as he did movie tickets.

Rafe Lewis eased his way towards the Buick unnoticed. He retrieved a now warm beer and popped the tab on it. Billie Lee turned his way at the noise, and Rafe tossed him a can of Jax in a pretense of soothing his ruffled feathers. The girls were all loudly shrieking protests about being prick-teasers.

Rafe eased his way over to where Delores Jackson had seated herself on a log in front of the dimly glowing embers. He tipped the beer can over her head and dumped its content in her hair. Shocked, all she could do was stammer and swat aimlessly at the air, squealing in revulsion before leaping to her feet and fleeing. The simple action prompted a full frontal attack; boys against unarmed girls.

The boys howled as they advanced. They shook the remaining unopened cans and spewed them at their rapidly retreating victims. The girls scattered into the woods to escape the impromptu assault. Certain they weren’t being pursued, Delores stopped and bent over heaving breathlessly in the dark.

“My daddy’s gonna kill me!” she whined. “He’ll never let me out of the house again!” she wailed as she slung the froth from her arms. She straightened herself and scrubbed at her mouth and chin with her shoulder to wipe away the fermented brew.

“Shhh! Listen!” Bobbie-Jean hushed Delores, mid-complaint. The whine of an engine and slinging gravel could be heard behind them. “Billie-Lee! Bill-lie-Lee!” she screamed, dashing back in the direction from which they had come. In the clearing, there was only a dying pile of hot ashes. Even the tail-lights of the Buick had disappeared.

“Oh, my gawd, no!” came a mournful cry from Jimmie-Sue. She was on her hands and knees, crawling about in the dark. Her tone was clearly one of great distress.

“What’s the matter, Jimmie-Sue,” Delores asked, feeling for her friend in the dark.

“I fell over the log,” Jimmie-Sue cried. She was sitting up now, rubbing at one ankle.

“Are you hurt? Is it broken?” Bobbie-Jean asked with grave concern as she knelt beside the shadowy figure of her friend.

“I don’t think so,” the frightened girl replied. Tears glimmered in her eyes as she searched the darkness for Bobbie-Jean’s face.

“If you aren’t hurt, then why are you crying?” Bobbie-Jean asked.

“I pee’d myself,” the girl wailed. “I pee’d my pants!”

The momentary silence was deafening, before the cluster of friends burst into tearful laughter together.

*****

Billie-Lee steered the Buick onto the main highway headed back to town. His mood was severe as he thought about the girls they’d left abandoned in the woods. He’d have to go back for them, of course. escort izmir But, not before they had learned a valuable lesson. He pressed the accelerator a bit harder as they glided over the asphalt road.

He was more than a little annoyed by his friends. There’d be hell to pay when the story all came out. He knew his sister and her friends too well. They’d all be sure to tell their fathers about how they were deserted in the woods. They’d be smelling of beer when they told it, too. As the driver, Billie-Lee would have to take the brunt of the blame for it all. He could see his dad taking the keys to the car from him. He probably wouldn’t be allowed to borrow it again for the rest of his life. At twenty-one, that could be a very long time.

Billie-Lee whirled into an empty gravel parking lot at the edge of town. His friends would have to hike the rest of the way home on their own. He had a duty to go back and find the girls before something really serious happened to them. He’d spend the next hour with his hat in his hand explaining to every father how it had all been just a harmless prank.

Billie-Lee and his friends had a history of carrying out harmless pranks. It wouldn’t be too difficult for anyone who knew them to understand that this was just another event in a long line of more memorable ones. Most of those had been pulled in high school. They were just kids then; a rowdy group of bored youngsters with nothing but time on their hands.

Once, the school held a boxed-lunch auction. This was an event where the girls put together a picnic lunch for two, packaged it in a box they wrapped and decorated themselves, and placed it up for auction. Everyone in town turned out, since it was followed by a Sadie Hawkins dance. The men bid on the boxed-lunches, according to their love-interest. Usually, the prettiest girls in town gained the most and highest bids.

Billie-Lee and one of his friends spent the week preceding the dance in the woods. They laid some traps that would capture, but not harm, any wild animal who ventured into the baited cage. The day before the dance, they landed a rather large opossum. The morning of the dance, they put that opossum in a pretty box, complete with ribbons and bows. They placed it on the table with the other lunches. It was the fanciest boxed-lunch on the table, and on the card, they wrote the name of the prettiest available female in the county.

The opossum played its part perfectly, lying still and calm inside the box, as opossums will do when cornered and threatened. The box was in high demand, and the boys who sat snickering behind their hands at the back of the auditorium were fearful that the opossum might come back to life before the bidding was over. It didn’t.

The boy who bought the box couldn’t wait to see what kind of lunch it contained. In his excitement, he opened the box inside the auditorium. Predictably, the opossum, seeing light and hearing the chatter of the audience, came to life on cue. The ensuing chaos cleared the auditorium in record time. The high school Principal was on the verge of an apoplectic fit. He canceled the dance, vowing never to hold another one until the culprits were caught and punished for their crimes. If anyone knew who had done it, besides the two of them, they didn’t tell.

This time, it was different. The boys were all considered men now, and expected to behave as gentlemen. Compromising the safety and the reputations of all the girls involved wasn’t exactly considered a harmless prank. Sure, there would be some repercussions, but nothing too serious. At least, that’s what Billie-Lee hoped.

“See yah tomorrow, Billie-Lee!” Snooky hooted, leaning inside the window and giving the hood a rap of his hand. Billie-Lee nodded and watched in his rear-view as his friends disappeared into the dark. He glowered as he gripped the steering wheel tightly and turned the automobile back in the direction of the missing girls.

His thoughts turned to Bobbie-Jean again. He let out a low whistle as he replayed the image of her breasts heaving with indignation. She looked almost indecent standing there with the branch poised for action. Action; that’s exactly what he needed, he thought to himself as he tried to dismiss his sister from his mind. He adjusted the front of his pants to accommodate his expanding penis.

Billie-Lee was a good-looking young man. He was fairly tall with dark brown eyes and wavy black hair. He adjusted the rear-view mirror to catch a glimpse of himself as he sped along the dark country road. He’d look even better sporting the uniform of an enlisted man, he thought. He had enough southern charm to appeal to most of the girls he met, but, sadly, not enough experience to persuade them to pull down their panties for him. At least, he had a success rate of two, which was two more than Snooky had. It angered him that Bobbie-Jean would lead Snooky on like she had. It made her no better than what Snooky had called her; a ‘prick-tease’.

Billie-Lee squinted and wiped at the fogged windshield with the izmir escort sleeve of his shirt. It had started to sprinkle again. The girls would be soaking wet and most likely one or more of them would be sick before he could even get them home. He switched on the wipers and leaned forward in his seat to gain better visibility. The gravel road was hard to find in the dark. It was still early, but in this weather, it made it seem much later than it actually was. He was in a hurry to find Bobbie-Jean and her friends before someone else happened on them, and then, there would really be hell to pay.

A quarter hour later, he pulled up to the clearing in the woods. The girls were all huddled together in the dark. The fire had only a breath or two of smoke left in it. They were all shivering and soaked to the skin; miserable in their circumstances. Billie-Lee hustled them into the Buick. He pretended not to notice the large, yellow stain on Jimmie-Sue’s pants and he didn’t ask how it happened. He didn’t want to know.

Once snuggly fitted inside the car, the girls collectively let Bobbie-Jean do their talking for them.

“You just wait ’til I tell Daddy what you did, Billie-Lee!” she huffed at him. “You and your friends are all bastards!” she proclaimed with a screech of profanity. It was the worse thing she could think of to call her brother. “Daddy’s gonna kill you! I hope he shoots you for what you done!” she sneered.

“If you know what’s good for you, Bobbie-Jean, you won’t say a damned word to Dad about this!” Billie-Lee warned. “And, that goes for the rest of you girls, too!” he added. “Just keep your damned mouths shut and let me do all the talkin’, or else!” His knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel. His threat, though vague, was convincing enough to induce a prolonged silence from everyone.

Billie-Lee methodically delivered his human cargo, one by one, along with a lengthy apology he had carefully rehearsed in his head, to the parents of each of the girls. So far, so good, he thought as he eagerly relinquished his custody of the last one of his sister’s friends.

Back in the Buick, Bobbie-Jean began a new rant.

“I hate you, Billie-Lee!” she vehemently pouted, while curled against the door with arms folded across her chest. “You think you’re so high and mighty that you can just get away with anything, dontcha?” she hissed. Billie-Lee was thinking adamantly about a few things he would like to get away with at that very moment. The ideas made him turn red in the face.

“Shut-up, Bobbie-Jean! Don’t even talk to me anymore! Just shut up!” he snarled back. ‘Prick-tease’. The word reverberated in his head. Bobbie-Jean, the ‘prick-tease’. Bobbie-Jean, the brat! Bobbie-Jean, the tempting jezebel.

Billie-Lee abruptly pulled into a thicket just off the side of the gravel road, only a mile from their home. He squeezed the steering wheel tighter and stared straight ahead. His lips were pressed tightly together.

“Why are you stopping here?” Bobbie-Jean asked. “You better not make me walk the rest of the way home in the rain! You’re in enough trouble as it is!” she sneered.

“I’m not in any trouble at all… yet,” he ominously growled back. He turned his head slowly in her direction and peered at her in the dark. His cock leaped to attention, straining to be set free.

Bobbie-Jean glared defiantly back. “What’s wrong with you, Billie-Lee? Are you sick or something?” she asked. Her brother’s breathing seemed labored and he was acting strange.

“Did you French Snooky tonight?” Billie-Lee demanded.

Bobbie-Jean gasped in horrified disbelief. “What?!! You know I didn’t, Billie-Lee!” she protested. Her voice softened when she asked, “I don’t even know what that is. What is Frenchin’, anyway?”

Her sudden change in demeanor made his breath catch in his throat. His gaze traveled to her chest. Her blouse was wet, soaked in fact. It made the outline of her breasts impossible to ignore. Her innocent declaration made her so much more appealing, as a woman, not as his little sister. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and roughly pulled her towards him.

“This!” he croaked as he covered her lips with his own. He pressed his tongue between her lips and used it to pry her clenched jaw open. She struggled, both in an effort to breathe and to free herself from him. His tongue was so forceful and insistent. It tasted bitter, the way stale beer smelled.

She opened her mouth to complain, but it only allowed him to probe deeper with his tongue. She tried to spit it out, but that only served to incite him more. She pushed hard against his chest with her palms. She couldn’t breathe! Panic overcame her. Panic and something more. Her heart raced in her chest, and she felt as if she might faint. She closed her eyes and went limp as he pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her. She was trapped in his arms.

She felt a strange flutter in her abdomen, like butterflies, lightly flapping their wings. It was as if she was floating in midair along with them, and she didn’t want to open her eyes. She might fall back to the ground. She was terrified. Too frightened not to resist, but too excited to want it to end. She let out her breath with a long sigh and she felt calmer for a moment.

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The noon sun was high and hot as Katie and her friends Amber and Carol made their way to the hotel poolside, eager to catch sun, relax in the water, and sip expensive colorful cocktails with little straw umbrellas in them.

The Nova Luna beachside resort was a luxury establishment. This meant that despite being only a stone’s throw away from the magnificent crystal clear waters of the beach, the hotel still maintained an extravagant swimming pool, complete with island bar smack in the middle of the pool.

The hotel was booked out and despite being of modest size (all the better to be exclusive and pricey) there was still a good smattering of tourists relaxing by the pool. Most were older people, especially seniors, giving lie to the hotel brochure with its photogenic families and attractive young people. Despite the advertising, hotels were usually full of elderly rich people with lots of time on their hands, not good looking young college students living off instant noodles and cramming for finals.

Right now however, Katie and her friends were the bold exception to this rule. Strutting to the pool, the three nineteen year old college girls were the youngest and hottest women on the whole island. That alone would have been enough to cause a stir among the normal clientele. The matter wasn’t helped by the fact that Katie, Amber and Carol were all smoking hot in their own distinct ways.

The people around the pool were staring at them, but trying very hard not to appear so. The men were slack-jawed and vigorously undressing the three girls with their eyes, while hoping that their wives and girlfriends hadn’t noticed.

It was not difficult to see why Katie and her two friends were having such an effect.

Katie, the unofficial ringleader of their little gang, was ironically a little pocket rocket. Short and petite, Katie had a pixie-like cuteness which belied a cunning and methodical mercenary attitude which caught people off guard. Her face and shoulders were freckled, her eyes hazel and mischievous, and her auburn hair was tied back into a funky ponytail. Katie was clad in a tiny shoulder strapped yellow bikini which drew attention to her small but perky breasts, and a denim mini skirt that hugged her cute ass like a second skin.

To Katie’s right was Amber. Tanned, sultry and slender, Amber was the very definition of a drop dead gorgeous skinny bitch. Her olive toned skin was glistening and flawless. Her dark, almost raven black hair fell in a perfect fringe over a pair of stunning grey eyes. The rest of her hair had grown longer over the summer and now fell past her shoulders in sleek, straight locks. Amber was rocking a black and white horizontally striped tank top and a pair of white daisy-duke mini shorts that showed off her skinny waist and long tanned legs.

Carol, on Katie’s left, was a tall, busty brunette with the looks and demeanour of an angel. Innocent and sensible, Carol was gorgeous in a girl-next-door kind of way. Creamy fair skin, a sunny smile, and a bob of brown hair made her simply irresistible. Her most arresting feature however was her magnificent and ample rack, snugly encased in a trendy white halter string bikini set under a flowing girly aqua sundress.

The three gorgeous girls’ holiday had already gotten off to a strange and rocky start.

Through intensive Google searches the three college girls had scored bargain prices for a booking at Nova Luna on their college break. It had been a prize score — until they discovered the hotel had been overbooked and the girls had arrived on the tiny island with nowhere to stay and no plane back until the end of the week.

The situation had only been resolved in the most peculiar of ways when several male college “friends” of Katie’s had appeared — they had come to the hotel for a video game tournament of all things — and offered an unusual solution. The boys invited the girls to share their own accommodation for the duration of the trip. However, in return, a deal was struck that saw the girls providing a certain degree of sexual favors to the guys.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and now the girls had won their resort holiday back, but at a price. Katie had negotiated a complicated deal that would see the girls able to enjoy their holiday while occasionally having to service the sexual requests of the three boys whose hotel room they were now sharing.

Not a few hours earlier the first sex deal on the schedule had taken place in their hotel room. Katie, Amber and Carol had all blown the boys, with very messy results, and spent the next hour cleaning themselves up and changing before they could make their way down to enjoy the sun and water for the rest of the day.

As the men around the poolside ogled the girls with barely concealed lust, the three girls found a couple of stools around an umbrella-shaded table and took seat to chat and plan out the rest of their day.

“Finally! Out in the sun, by the pool. This was the holiday I wanted!” exclaimed Carol.

“All we need are a few delicious drinks and we’ll be izmir escort bayan cruising our way to summer time bliss,” said Amber.

“It got off to a rocky start but things have worked out nicely,” beamed Katie, looking very pleased with herself.

“I wouldn’t call what we just had to do as ‘working out nicely’,” countered Carol. “But yes, at least we have a room now and our trip won’t be wasted.”

“Funny Carol, I could have sworn you were starting to have fun towards the end of our party with the boys there,” teased Amber.

“I had to do it anyway, might as well try and enjoy it right,” shrugged Carol.

“You sure you aren’t starting to enjoy Lyle fawning over you?” asked Katie cheekily.

“Eeew, don’t even start with that,” said Carol. “Just remember I’m going through with this crazy scheme of yours because of you. Why can’t I get a hot personal trainer to fawn over me instead?”

“I think I saw some hot guys over by the gym earlier, you should both come on the prowl with me later,” suggested Amber with a wink.

“Ha, I am way too exhausted to do anything but sit out here and tan,” said Carol. “Besides, with the deal we made with the boys, I don’t know how I’m going to find the energy to go out looking for more sex.”

“You forget how insatiable our foxy Amber is,” said Katie.

“What can I say, I have strong needs!” laughed Amber.

“Oh no,” said Carol. “Speak of the devils, look who’s coming our way.”

Amber and Katie turned their heads to see three nerdy college guys they had just come to know a whole lot more intimately making a bee-line for the girls.

Greg, the self-appointed alpha of the pack was wearing a smug grin and a loud oversized t-shirt with a phrase sprawled across it that might have meant something at comic-con but fell dead before the three trendy girls. Following Greg’s lead was the lanky Lyle, and next to him the newest nerd of the group, Howard, a big and burly African-American.

“Looking very fine, ladies!” Greg exclaimed happily as he and the other two boys ogled the girls in their hot pool-side outfits. “Out enjoying the sun already are we?”

“Hey Carol!” Lyle waved enthusiastically at Carol.

Carol rolled her eyes and tried to ignore him.

“You guys recovered quickly,” said Katie. “You were all pretty much passed out when we cleaned up and left.”

“We have a whole exciting day ahead of us!” said Greg cheerfully. “Lots of important choices to make. Tough choices indeed considering how lovely each of you is, but we’ve come to our decisions!”

“Already!” Amber exclaimed. “We’ve only just got down to the pool!”

“Oh, don’t worry, we won’t be claiming our rewards just yet,” said Greg. “At least not all of us anyway. No, we actually have a new proposal.”

“We’re not interested in any more of your proposals, Greg, you’re already getting more than you deserve,” said Carol.

“On the contrary my bodacious Carol, this proposal might be very appealing for you,” said Greg. “You see, we’ve just had a very meaningful discussion about who we’re going to choose today for our special favors. Lyle of course was very insistent that he have first pick on you, Carol.”

The girls all looked over at Lyle, who seemed to have entered a trance-like state with his eyes fixed on Carol’s ample chest filling out her white bikini top and aqua sundress, displaying plenty of deep creamy cleavage.

“How flattering,” Carol deadpanned sarcastically.

“However, I myself, having already enjoyed both Katie and Amber on past occasions, was also very keen on trying you Carol, and completing my triad of you sexy girls.”

“I think I’m going to pass out,” said Carol.

“Howard too expressed great interest in savouring your… bounty, Carol,” said Greg.

“There is no way I’m sleeping with all three of you in one day!” protested Carol.

“Need I remind you that our agreement clearly states that we each get to choose one of you each day to have our way with,” said Greg. “There was no clause on mutual exclusivity.”

Carol paled. Beside her, Katie and Amber had their hands over their mouths trying to keep from laughing.

“Don’t worry! We have no intention of all spending our choice today on you, Carol. Not the least because Lyle is very keen to have you first and to himself. Therefore, we come to our proposal!” said Greg theatrically. “Howard, if you please…”

Howard stepped forward and cleared his throat. “As you may remember, girls, me and the guys are staying at this hotel because of the video game tournament being held here. That tournament concludes tonight. Greg, Lyle and I are all in the running to claim first prize. However our competition is fierce. We need a distraction and a team mascot. So we decided-“

Before Howard could finish Lyle excitedly interrupted, “we want you to dress up as Lara Croft!”

“Huh?” all three girls said in unison. The conversation was getting increasingly difficult to follow.

“Lara Croft. You know, Tomb Raider? Angelina Jolie?” said Lyle.

“Ohhhhh,” said the girls escort izmir together.

“I don’t look like Angelina Jolie,” said Carol.

“Not exactly, but you look like the hot young nineteen year old Lara Croft from the new Tomb Raider. Super foxy.” Greg nodded seriously.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” said Howard. “We want you to dress up as Lara Croft, as close as possible, and be our team mascot. Cheer us on. Distract our opponents. Help us win the tournament.”

“Why would I want to do that?” asked Carol suspiciously.

“Because if you agree to this, all three of us have agreed to forfeit choosing you for our sexual gratification today,” said Howard. “Instead, whichever of us three guys wins the tournament will get to have sex with you tonight. That means you only have to sleep with one of us instead of three.”

“And if none of you win, then I get off free?” asked Carol.

“Yes,” said Howard.

“I don’t get it, why would you guys be willing to trade in your free pass for sex for that?” asked Amber.

“Well actually, we’d be getting more sex,” said Greg, “just not all from Carol. You see, we forfeit choosing Carol, but the deal is that we still have our sexual free passes of the day to spend as we like on either of you two foxy ladies, Katie and Amber.”

“You cunning bastards,” smiled Katie. “I’m not sure whether to be disgusted or impressed!”

“So what do you say, Carol?” asked Howard. “Do you agree to our proposal?”

“Alright guys, you have a deal,” said Carol. “If it means only having to sleep with one of you rather than all three, I’ll dress up as whatever you want.”

“Careful honey, they might just take you up on that,” teased Amber.

“I’m totally going to win you, Carol,” said Lyle. “This is my mission, I can’t lose!”

“What does Tomb Raider wear anyway?” asked Katie.

“You mean what does Lara Croft wear?” corrected Howard.

“That’s what I said,” said Katie.

“Actually you said-” began Howard before Greg elbowed him sharply in the side, silencing the big nerdy man before he got carried away in a pointless debate when Greg had just skilfully negotiated more sex from this trio of super hot college girls.

“There’s different outfits,” shrugged Howard. “The most famous one is a green tank top and mini brown shorts. Combat boots. Hair in a ponytail.”

“I have shorts that could work I think,” said Carol.

“I’ve got a green tank you can borrow, Carol,” said Amber, “and combat boots.”

“You brought combat boots to a beach holiday?” asked Lyle, suddenly very interested.

“There’s a whole island attached to this beach, you know,” said Amber, raising her eyebrows. “I like to go hiking.”

“Hold on, just picturing you in a sports bra and those boots, hiking up some trail all sweaty,” said Lyle. “Fuck me, I have to get some of that later… Sorry, Carol. You’re still my special busty girl.”

“Like I care,” said Carol, rolling her eyes at Lyle.

“Great, then it’s all set! We’ll meet you back at the room at seven before the tournament gets going tonight.” Greg said, very pleased with his success. “Now, that brings us back to you two girls…”

“Us?” asked Katie and Amber.

“Haa! See, now it’s your turn to suffer their attention. Good luck girls! I’m going to tan…” said Carol, happily making her escape.

As Carol whizzed away, all three guys turned to watch her go, checking out her perky ass through the sundress.

“Uh, I’m going to go, check on the deck chairs,” mumbled Lyle. “Make sure they’re safe for tanning and all.”

With that Lyle hurried after Carol, intent on not letting her out of his sight it seemed.

Amber chuckled. “That one’s got it bad for our Carol.”

When Carol finally disappeared from view, the remaining two boys turned back to their current prey, eyes lighting up with renewed sexual interest as they drank in Katie and Amber’s bodies.

“Do we have to dress up too, guys?” asked Katie.

“No time! I for one am suddenly very stiff in the pants again after seeing you three girls in these summer outfits,” said Greg, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “I really need a blowjob.”

“Me too,” said Howard, ogling the tanned sultry Amber in her black and white striped tank top and mini white shorts.

“So are you going to use your daily sex pass on us or what?” asked Katie cheekily. She knew exactly what the boys were getting at, but she wanted to tease them.

“Um, I had in mind that other part of the deal we made this morning,” said Greg, “you know, about how we could buy BJs with special favors, like buying you guys drinks or whatever. So I can save my pass for something more vigorous later.”

“Oh yes, I remember that,” smiled Katie. “So, go ahead and ask us then.”

Howard leaped in, not missing the opportunity.

“Amber, can I buy you a drink?” asked Howard, putting on his best attempt at a deep, sexy voice.

Amber pouted and brushed her raven hair over her ears, as if weighing the decision carefully.

“I want the Nova Luna Coconut Frusion Deluxe,” izmir escort said Amber. “Make sure it has the little umbrellas in it.”

Howard frowned as he looked over at the big blackboard menu at the nearby pool bar.

“That’s like a fifty dollar cocktail,” said Howard.

“Yep,” grinned Amber. “But afterwards I’ll suck that big black dick of yours so deep you’ll think you’re drilling for oil.”

“I’ll be right back,” said Howard stiffly, before striding with all the purpose of the Terminator towards the bar.

Greg was now smirking sleazily from ear to ear as he looked between Amber and her perfectly sculpted Amazonian bronzed legs and Katie with her tiny waist and adorable freckled face.

“Since Howard’s picked Amber, how about I buy you a drink, Katie?” asked Greg smugly.

“No thanks,” said Katie, smiling.

Greg took a moment to process this.

“Huh?” asked Greg, dumbfounded.

“I don’t feel like a drink right now,” said Katie. “I’m just going to chat here with Amber. Then maybe go for a swim.”

Greg looked crestfallen.

“Feel free to ask again later,” teased Katie with a Cheshire smile.

“Damn it, I can’t wait that long!” complained Greg, before turning to Amber. “Can I buy you a drink, Amber?”

“Howard’s already getting me one,” shrugged Amber.

Greg swore loudly, and a few of the older hotel patrons at the poolside looked over disapprovingly.

“I’m so freaking hard, I need some relief!” Greg pleaded to the two girls.

Staring at Katie and Amber was not helping Greg’s situation either. Their young bodies were slender, nubile and perky in all the right places. Their skin looked perfectly smooth and even had a glistening sheen of sweat from the tropical heat. Moreover their outfits were jaw-droppingly hot, highlighting every delicious feature from their perky tits to their flat stomachs and their flawless legs.

The more Greg looked the more urgent his need became. His raging hard-on was already throbbing away painfully. But he could not look away. The girls were just too enticing.

“Gosh, you guys are insatiable!” laughed Amber as she checked out Greg’s bulging crotch through his shorts.

“You could go cool off in the pool and then come back later,” suggested Katie.

But it was too late. By now, Greg had already made up his mind. He had wanted to leave his daily sex pass for tonight, where he could savor the experience, and maybe even swing a threesome if he won Carol at the tournament. But his cock had rebelled and demanded satisfaction immediately.

And with two hot young women right in front of him to choose from, it was pointless for Greg to resist.

“Damn it! Come with me, Katie, I’m using my sex pass now!” said Greg finally.

“Alright, but don’t be too long, I want to enjoy the rest of my day with the girls,” said Katie.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be way too quick unfortunately,” said Greg through gritted teeth.

Amber couldn’t help but burst out laughing and waved goodbye to her friend as the petite Katie was seized firmly at the wrist by Greg and almost dragged away for his sexual satisfaction.

Just then, Howard returned with an incredibly tall and colorful cocktail, complete with tiny umbrellas.

“Ah, right on time Howard!” said Amber. “Now let’s see what you’re fifty dollars has bought…”

**

Meanwhile, Greg and Katie did not even make it to the lobby.

Such was Greg’s desperation that no sooner had they turned a few corners down the winding hotel grounds did they quickly and quietly slip into an empty sauna room that was supposed to be closed for cleaning until the evening. The room was still hot and steamy from earlier use, and Katie found herself already dripping with sweat only moments after entering.

Far from being disappointed, Katie actually appreciated the thrill of the public adventure. Although no one seemed to be around this area, the excitement of possibly getting caught was already making her wet with excitement. Greg was not the most tender or skilled sexually of the guys Katie had been with, but he made up for it with sheer energy and bravado, always pushing things to their limits with little care for the consequences.

Katie had mostly found it irritating, especially when it left her with an unfortunate mess to clean up, but there was a certain rough attraction about it all. Greg always knew exactly what he wanted, and he went and got it.

Right now that was translating into Greg roughly pinning the petite Katie against the timber wall. Pressing his broad and somewhat chubby body against the college girl, Greg kept Katie trapped with her back against the wall, her small yellow bikini-clad tits pushed into a surprisingly respectable cleavage. Greg looked down at the sight of her cute breasts forced together by the weight of his own body pushing up against hers and groaned with delight. She looked and felt fantastic. Soft and pliable. The perfect petite little fuck doll.

Greg mashed his lips against Katie’s and drove his tongue down her throat. Katie whimpered and moaned — Greg couldn’t tell whether out of pleasure or annoyance, but didn’t particularly care which. His hands were all over her, sliding over her body, groping, cupping and feeling up every bit of her he could.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn’t be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don’t expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.

Debbie and I had been friends for a pretty long time but, because we lived so far apart, we didn’t see each other very often and stayed in touch primarily online. We didn’t have any history together but, back in high school and college, she’d dated my friends and I had dated her friends. She was currently engaged to a great guy who was also a talented and driven chef who had just opened his own restaurant. When I had the opportunity to be in the area, I definitely wanted to visit with her and check out his new place. It didn’t seem odd or suggestive when she offered me her guest room for the night, since I knew we’d be hanging out and catching up late into the night. We planned to visit Chef during a slow enough time during the day that he’d be able to spend some time with us and show me around. After that, it would be just the two of us at their place since he’d be working late into the night.

After hanging out at the restaurant for a couple of hours, having a great meal and getting the full tour of the kitchen, Debbie and I went back to her place where we were hanging out in her living room while having a cocktail. Among the many things we talked about and caught up on, we somehow managed to end up talking about which of her friends I’d slept with and which of mine she had as well as, for those we hadn’t slept with, what we had done. It was revealing and I know I found it somewhat arousing.

“So did you ever think about me that way?” she finally asked.

“What, back then or right now?” I asked.

“Seriously,” she said, “have you ever thought about jumping my bones?”

“Honestly,” I started slowly and carefully, “I don’t think I ever did back in high school but I have since thought about it, both then and now.”

“What, like you think back now about what it would have been like to fuck me then?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, “but also what it would be like to fuck you now.”

“You’re full of shit,” she said, “I’m not buying it.”

“Well, I can actually prove it,” I told her, “Let me see your laptop.”

She handed me her laptop, which was sitting open nearby. I navigated to the website where I posted the erotica that I wrote pretty regularly and that typically featured people I knew. I found the first story I’d written about her under my profile but, before I clicked on it, I pointed out the date.

“See when this story was posted?” I asked, “When would that have been around?”

“Probably around the time we reconnected online,” she said, after a moment of thought.

“Okay, now read it,” I said.

She dove into the first story I’d written about her, where we bump into each other during a summer break from college, she invites me to a party at her house and we hook up, fucking and sucking each other into the night. I watched her as she read, noticing that she was shifting slightly in her seat and that her hand moved toward her lap a couple of times before she stopped it.

“That was really well-written,” she finally said, once she’d apparently finished. There was a little more color in her cheeks.

“Well, I think I got your boob size wrong, though” I replied.

“Eh, back in college they were smaller when I was thinner,” she said, “so I won’t deduct points. Any more?”

“Sure,” I replied, “try this one.”

I opened another story which was the second one I’d written featuring her, though this one also included another of our friends. We go on vacation together and end up in a threesome. As I watched her this time, I had a strong impression that, had I not been right there, she’d be stroking her pussy. I wondered if she’d let me do it for her, especially since it was my fault both that she had an itch in need of scratching and that she couldn’t scratch it.

“Are you getting worked up reading these?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” she replied, “You have a way with words.”

“Let me help you out,” I said, sliding my hand up along her inner thigh, under the hem of her dress. I didn’t know if it had been intentional that she’d worn a dress that I know I’d told her she looked sexy in when she’d posted a picture online, but she’d find out if she read all of my stories about her since there was one that had been inspired by that dress from that picture. She continued reading as my fingertips found her panties and caressed the front of them, feeling the soft flesh of her pussy through the thin material. She shifted a little grup sex and spread her legs so, after just another moment of caressing her pussy through her panties, I slipped my hand into them. My cock was growing hard as my fingers passed through her closely-cropped pubes before encountering her hot, wet pussy. I immediately slipped a finger into her, which was easy with all of the lubrication she was producing. As she continued reading, she was subtly rocking her hips as I alternately caressed her clit and pumped my finger in and out of her juicy pussy.

“I liked the first one better because it was just about me,” she finally gasped, “but this one was definitely hot, too.”

“Well I haven’t made you cum yet,” I replied, “either with my finger or my writing, so we’ll have to keep going.”

“There’s more?” she asked, sounding very surprised.

“Yes,” I replied, “but as you read this one, which is just about you, I’m going to lick your pussy.”

She just moaned in response, so I slipped my hand out of her panties, selected another story I’d written about her, this one about us having sex in her kitchen as she made cupcakes, then moved to the floor to kneel before her. I pushed the hem of her skirt up, revealing her panties, and kissed her soft, smooth inner thighs. I brushed my fingertips over the front of her panties again then reached for the sides and started to slide them down. As she raised her ass up off the couch to allow me to remove them, my attention was on her trim, brown bush as it came into view. She brought her legs together again so I could slide her panties down them then spread them again as I cast her panties aside. I didn’t kiss my way back up along her inner thighs again, electing instead to dive right in and started lapping at her juicy slit.

Debbie let out a lusty moan as I slurped up the juices flowing between her nether lips. She dropped a hand to my head and was rocking her hips more definitively now as she used her free hand to scroll through the story as she was reading. I slipped a finger into her, finding her pussy even wetter and more engorged than it had been with my hand inside her panties, and started to lick and suck her clit. She moaned even more as I devoured her and I was pretty certain that it wouldn’t take much more before she was cumming. I could tell that she’d finished reading when her other hand joined the first on my head and she was pushing her pussy toward my face even more. I kept up what I was doing, knowing that she was on the verge of a momentous orgasm and wanting to get her the rest of the way there. She was starting to tense up more and more the longer I was licking and sucking her clit.

Finally, she briefly went rigid, and apparently held her breath as well, then let out a ragged moan as her body started shaking. I continued eating and fingering her as she was cumming and her orgasm seemed to go on and on. Her pussy was flooded with even more lubrication and, between that and how hot and engorged it was, I was really hoping that I’d have the opportunity to slip my cock into her. When she finally settled back onto the couch and the continuous shaking was replaced by intermittent aftershocks, I raised my head, still admiring her pussy rather than looking up. I slipped my finger out of her and into my mouth then looked up as she spoke.

“I loved that story and having you eat my pussy,” she said, still trying to catch her breath, “You’ve obviously thought a lot about fucking me so I hope it lives up to your expectations.”

I started raising the hem of her skirt up so I could pull her dress up over her head because I definitely wanted to get her naked if I got to fuck her. She raised her arms and was soon sitting there wearing just her bra as I tossed her dress aside. I immediately reached for her succulent breasts and fondled them through her bra, feeling her hard nipples straining against the thin material. She leaned forward enough for me to reach behind her and unfasten her bra, then leaned back again as I slid it down her arms and revealed her big boobs. Her areolas were large and her nipples thick and hard so, after tossing her bra aside, I caressed the soft, smooth flesh and her nipples then lowered my head to lick and suck them. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned again as I stimulated her nipples with my lips and tongue while still caressing her tits.

I had definitely wanted a look at her succulent tits for quite a while but the sex stories were just fantasy; I never expected to actually get to do either. So, since she’d cum already and cum hard, I took a moment to relish the opportunity to see and feel her tits. My throbbing cock reminded me that she’d said I was going to get to fuck her, too, so I finally released her tits and raised my head then stood up before her. She sat up and opened my jeans, taking them down then caressing my throbbing tool through my briefs before taking them down, too. As I was kicking my jeans and briefs aside, she pumped my cock then engulfed it in her hot mouth, sliding her lips up and down my shaft while I pulled my shirt off. latina fuck tour porno When she slipped my cock out of her mouth, she lifted her tits up and squeezed my cock between them. I briefly fucked the soft, smooth flesh and, when she lowered her tits away from my cock, I knew that I would be fucking them again.

“Sit and prepare to be ridden,” she said, patting the couch beside her. I sat with my cock standing from my lap and, as she swung herself over to straddle me, my hands went right to her tits again. She reached for my cock and lowered herself onto it, causing both of us to moan, while I caressed the soft, smooth flesh I’d just been fucking. Her pussy felt outstanding; it was incredibly hot and wet and pretty snug. As she started slowly riding up and down on my cock, the pleasure was intense and, based on the noises she was making, she must have been feeling the same. We had not kissed yet at this point but she remedied that once she had a good, steady rhythm going. While I continued to fondle her tits, she pressed her lips against mine then slipped her tongue into my mouth. We made out passionately for the first time while also fucking each other for the first time.

The longer she rode me, the harder she was riding me, which ultimately made it more difficult to continue making out. When she had to stop, she straightened up on my lap and threw her head back, moaning as she rode me harder and faster. I released her tits at this point so I could watch them bouncing enticingly and reached around for her full, round ass, squeezing and caressing it. I could feel her pussy becoming even hotter and wetter as she continued riding me and started pushing up into her each time she dropped down on me. It seemed as though she was building up to another orgasm which I hoped would be as long and intense as the first one appeared to have been. In spite of how incredible her pussy felt, I was not in any danger of cumming too soon myself so I was confident that she would cum before I did. I intended to continue fucking her but definitely planned to change things up a little first.

I brought my hands up from her ass to her curvy waist to essentially pull her down each time I pushed my cock up into her. My gaze was still on her bouncing tits but my focus was on making her cum and she was nearly there. She dropped down hard on my lap and just remained there as her orgasm coursed through her, causing her entire body to tremble. She still rocked her hips subtly so that she could feel my cock moving inside her but mostly she just sat there moaning and shaking. When she finally went still, she let out a long sigh and continued sitting there with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

“You haven’t cum yet,” she said once she opened her eyes.

“That’s because I’m not done fucking you yet,” I replied, “and I bet I can get you to cum again if you think you can focus on reading while getting fucked.”

“There’s another story?” she asked, incredulously.

I had her climb off of me and grab her laptop, setting it on the table at the end of the couch. I queued up the last story for her, where she’s wearing the dress that was currently on the floor, and I take her both in it and out of it. I had her get on all-fours facing the laptop and, as she started reading, I got behind her and slipped back into her hot, slippery pussy. I started fucking her slowly, wanting her to be able to read rather than banging her head into the laptop screen. It was nice to just ease my cock in and out of her and savor the pleasurable feeling of her pussy. Once I had a steady rhythm going, I reached forward for her hanging, swinging tits and cupped the soft flesh, feeling her hard nipples against my palms.

Based on a number of things, not the least of which was how far away I lived and the fact that Debbie was engaged, I fully expected that this would be the one and only time that the two of us would be naked and fucking together. Given that, I was savoring every tactile sensation, from her tits against my palms to her snug pussy engulfing my tool. Of course I’d definitely have copious visual memories as well as recollection of the taste of her pussy. If she’d let me shoot a few photos or some video so I wouldn’t have to solely rely on my memory, I would certainly take advantage of that, too. The point is, though, that I definitely wanted to remember everything about this night because I was pretty sure that we’d both be okay with it being a one-time thing.

I knew Debbie had finished reading the story when she lowered her head, reached one hand back underneath her, presumably to stroke her clit, and started pushing back against my incoming thrusts. I had to pick up my pace to keep up with her and, because reading had apparently aroused her even more, making her pussy hotter, wetter and more engorged, I could feel my own orgasm beginning to build, as well. I released her tits and took her by the hips again, my own hips smacking against her ass and making it jiggle. I finally got to the point where I wasn’t even trying to keep up with her building pace lezbiyen porno and just gave a hard thrust each time her ass hit my hips. Her moaning was getting louder and longer so it didn’t surprise me when she finally gave a hard shove backwards then just held there as her body started trembling.

I just left my cock buried inside her as she was cumming and she gave a few random pushes backwards. I had been getting pretty close to cumming myself but I didn’t want to continue fucking her and blow my load deep into her pussy. I would have been content to sit back on the couch and have her kneeling on the floor blowing me, but there was something I wanted even more. When I was certain that she’d finished cumming, I slipped my cock out of her pussy and asked her to roll onto her back. She didn’t ask as I’m sure I wasn’t the first to request this. Before I straddled her ribs, I took the opportunity to admire her naked body laid out on the couch but that just made me even more aroused so I positioned myself over her and squeezed her tits against my cock. As I started sliding my cock between her tits, I moaned and immediately felt my orgasm building again. I was looking down, admiring her succulent boobs while caressing her hard nipples as my cock slid against the soft, smooth flesh. She was watching my cock as it peeked repeatedly from her cleavage. I thought about the fact that I had only briefly experienced her oral skills but, the way her tits felt against my cock, I doubted that I’d be able to stop fucking her tits long enough to move up and slip my cock into her mouth again.

My orgasm continued to build as I savored the feel of the soft, smooth flesh against my tool. My cock grew harder as I got closer to cumming but I tried not to fuck her tits harder, not just because it might be uncomfortable for her, but because I wanted to draw out the pleasure I was feeling as long as possible. Finally, I let out a grunt and started to spew onto her chest. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and actually managed to catch a stray spurt. I continued fucking her tits even once I was spent, just relishing the feel of them against my softening cock. I only stopped when it was becoming difficult to continue. I climbed off of her and knelt on the floor beside her as she spread my cum around on her chest then licked it off of her fingers.

“Do we need to be concerned about Chef walking in on us?” I finally asked as I fondled her tits again.

“No,” she replied, “he always calls before he heads home so I’ll take the chain off the door. If he suspected something was up and tried to catch us in the act, he’d be held up by the chain.”

“I can’t imagine he suspected something since I don’t believe either you or I did,” I suggested.

“No but I guess you must have realized that my choice of dress tonight wasn’t completely random,” she replied.

“But you didn’t put it on with the intent to seduce me, did you?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” she replied, “not consciously at least.”

“Can I ask you a favor?” I asked.

“Are you kidding?” she replied, “After all those orgasms, you can ask me for anything.”

“Would you let me take some pictures of you in, or partially in, that dress?” I asked.

“If they are just for you,” she said, “absolutely, but let’s gather everything up and do it upstairs. I’m not expecting Chef home anytime soon but now that you’ve planted that seed, I’m feeling like we should be a little more cautious.”

We gathered our clothes and finished our cocktails, putting our glasses in the dishwasher, then headed upstairs. In the guest bedroom, I had Debbie put her dress and panties back on but not her bra. Her panties only stayed on long enough to get a few shots of her holding her dress up to reveal them then a few with her dress up and her panties down, just enough to expose her pussy, at her knees and at her ankles. The remaining shots were with her boobs partly exposed or fully exposed then with less and less of the dress actually where it was intended to be, ending with a few of her fully naked. All of the photos were automatically uploaded to the cloud so I’d be able to delete them from my phone as soon as I’d confirmed the upload. By the time she was naked again, my cock was fully erect and she took it in her hand and pumped it.

“I’d like to ride this again,” she said, “then I’m going to suck it and swallow your load.”

I smiled and kissed her as she stroked it then lay on my back on her full-size guest bed. She climbed onto the bed, her tits bouncing and swinging and attracting my full attention. She straddled me and my gaze dropped to her trim brown bush as she guided my cock toward it. Sitting straight upright, she lowered herself onto my cock and we both moaned as her hot, slippery pussy engulfed it. I had an excellent view of her entire body as she started moving slowly up and down on my tool, so my gaze was roaming from her tits down to her trim bush and below to watch as my cock was repeatedly exposed. As she got a steady pace going, I was entranced by her bouncing boobs and reached over to the nightstand to grab my phone which I’d conveniently placed nearby. I switched the camera to video mode and mainly recorded her bouncing tits, though I got some nice footage of my cock slipping in and out of her below her trim bush as well as the look of somebody experiencing a high level of pleasure on her face.

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