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Ben 17 yaşında bakire bi kızdım.Tabiki kendimi kocama saklıyordum ma ne olduysa oldu.bir gün ben okuldan gelmiş evde dar bi taytla oyuruyodum sadece 21 yasındaki abim vardı.annemlerdüğüne gitmişti ve iki gün yoktu..Canım çok kötü sevişmek istiyordu.evlerim amımın içie kayıyordu yavaş yavaş ve abime bakıyordum onda da bir bol saort vardı ve içine ve üstü çıplaktı.ben de abime bakıp bakıp azıyordum… abim ben banyoya griyorum dedi herhalde oda farketmişti hareketlerimi..Sonra banyoya doğru yürüdü ve ben de ayğa kalktım onun arkasından gidiyordum. o da fark etmiş olacak ki banyoya girdi kapıyı kapatmadı biraz araladı napcağıma bakmak için.ben se kapının aralandığnı görünce hemen kostum ve bakmay başladım baim izmir escort yavaşça şortunu indirmeye başladı.. ve o kocaman sey ortaya çıkıyordu…dim dikti hemen elini sikine attı vee avuçalyıp 31 çekmeye başladı.ben se gözlerimi ordan almıyordum ve yavaşça taytımı indirmeye başladım ve indirmiştim .oksuyordum yavaş yavaş…ama hiç beklemediğim bi anda baim kapıyı çatı ve bana baktı ban doğru yaklaşmaya başladı şortu yoktu altında ve benimde taytım yoktu abim yavaş amımı okşama başladı nerdeyse zevkten ölecektim..ben ohh diye istem dışı sesler çıkarmaya başladım abim başımı tutup yarrağına doğru eğdirdi amdem azdın yala dedi ve bende o kocaman seyi ağzıma almay başladım abim mest oluyor hadi devam diye bağırıyordu izmir escort bayan ve bi anda ağzıma bosalıverdiben de hemen o sıcak seyi yuıttum ve yarrağını temizledim.artık beni yatağa ghötürmüstü. amımı yalıyordu ve hadi dedi yavaşça yarrağını çıkardı ve sokmay başladı çok acıtordu ama tatlı bi acıydı yavaşş dedim canımı acıyor oda taman git krem getir dedi gitim krem getirdim o da mutfakta açolmamıs bir şampanya getirdi kapğını hahifçe açtı.ama tam olarak çıakrmadı yat dedi bende yattım hemen yatağa bekliyordum getirdi yavaşça amıma soktu şampanyayı ben bi acı hissettim ve kızlığım bozulmustu abim çat diye sampanyı çekti ve kapğı amımnda kaldı şampanyanın içinde bile kan vardı abim bunu sen içeceksin dedi ve escort izmir bardağ döktü hayır dedim am zorla icirdi ve ban sokmay başladı.acıyordu am zevkten ölecek gibiydim içime bosalmıstı ma bunun farkında bile değildi zevkten bi anda içimde sıcak bi sıvı hissettim naptım dedimve oldu artık devam et dedi ben de devam ettim bana 7 kere falanm bosaldı o gece ve çok güzeldi dedi.bende çyleydi sık sık yapalım dedim olur dedi ama kimseye söylemek yok dedi.ben olur demiştim.O zevkle biz çocuk olma olasılığnı unutmustuk ve ertesi sabah kaltığım da naptık dedim..abim artık bişey yapamayız dedi.veee .. simdi altı aylık hamileyim abşkasıyla evlendi başka yere tasındı ben ise bu bebeğin bi akşam tanıstığım bi adamın olduğunu söyledim ailemden dışlanmıştım kimse yüzüme bile bakmıyordu artık sadece bebek için bana bakıyorlardı.. ve 18 yasını doldurunca onuda elimden alıp sokağa atcaklarını söylüyorlardıı abim ise karısını üç aylık hamile bırakmıştıGönderen: açtım sana

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Slm ben istanbuldan hasan. ister inanın ister inanmayın bu hikaye gercektı.bu hikaye 2 yıl once gerceklestı. su an 19 yaşındayım.bizimkiler memlkete gitmişlerdi.evede bize yakın oldukları için yengemler ve halamlar göz kulak oluyodu.anahtar onlardada olduğu için eve girebiliyolardı.bir gün yorgun argın işten gelmiştim.(gece çalıştığım için sabah gelirim) uykusuzdum.apartmana girdiğimde bizim kapının önünde ayakkabılar vardı.birden aklıma seytanlık geldı ve içerıye gizlice gireyim dedim. yavaşca kapıyı actım ve içeri girdim.birde bahçelievler escort baktım yengemle halakızı evı toparlıyolar.bende zaten ergenliğe girdikten sonradan berı ikisinede hastayım.halakızı daha bekardır bende uyumaktan vazgecıp onlarla birlikte durmayı tercih ettım. üstündeki elbiselerı ikisininde boldu birden tel im çaldı.benım çıktuğım kız arıyodu o ara çay içiyoduk onlarda gordu benımkının aradığını ve hemen muhabbete basladılar hiç tahmin etmıyodum . konu nasıl geldıyse aranızda ne istanbul anal escort gectı dedıler bende bişey olmadı dedım inanmadılar.ama olmamıstı.sonra bana taktıkler vermeye basladılar kızlarla soyle yap bole yap.daha sonra sordular hiç milli oldun mu bende öğreten yokkı dedım içim acayip olarak tabbii bir anda korktum .bu laf ağzımdan nasıl çıktı sonra gülüştüler.bu sonra bırbırlerıne hadi bu zavallıyı hazır hale getirelim dediler ve yengem atıldı dudaklarımahalakızına bakamadan bı baktım benım pantalon istanbul türbanlı escort asağıya inmiş halakızıda asağıda benım ufaklığı oyle bı emıyokı 30 saniyede bosaldım sonra gecırdım bunları yatak odasına ve ikiside soyundu sonra ben bi yatırdım bunları ben halakızını halakızı yengemın amını yalamaya.daha sonra iice olduktan sonra benımkını verdım ağızlarına sonra halakızı bakıre olduğu için yengemi altıma aldım ne kadar kokleyebıldıysem kokledım sonra halakızı ve ben dayanamadık bide onu becerdım ve bozdum bu arada benımkısı artık bosalmaktam kalkmıyodu. sonra dedım onlara sizi gottende sikecem ve siktim komsular seslerı duyacak diyede çok korktum. bu arada saatlerde ilerliyoduu.artık annemler gelene kadar iki hafta siktim onları ve daha sonradan yengemler izmire halamlarda malatyaya gitti halakızı evlenecek bu ara bakalım ne olacakGönderen: tatlı

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Selam ben uğur.size başımdan geçen bir hikayeyi anlatmak istiyorum. ablam 18 yaşında ve benden 1 yaş büyük.o kadar sexy ki.onu nezaman görsem azar 31 çekerdim.hep onun göğüslerini ve amcığını düşünür onları elleyip okşamak yalamak istiyordum.tabi bu sadece hayaldi.gerçekte böyle bi şey olacağını aklımdan bile geçirmezdim. annem ve babam cumartesi günleri çalışırlar.ogün yine işe gittiler ve ben ablamla yalnız kaldım.ben onun kardeşi olduğum için benden utanmıyor onun için rahat bir şekilde yanımda açılarak dolaşıyordu.bende onu izleyip yarrağımı okşuyor 31 çekme isteği duyuyordum. ikide bahçelievler escort bir üfff çok sıcak diyor elinde yelpaze serinlemeye çalışıyordu.dayanamayıp çok sıcak deyip soyundu ve kilot sütyen kaldı.o götünü görseniz.sokmayı o kadar istemiştim ki iş ciddiye binmişti.onu sikmeyi istiyordum.evimiz deniz kıyısında ve tenha biryerde olduğunda ben sahile güneşlenmeye gidiyorum dedi ve indi.tabi be dururmuyum arkasından gittim.sütyenini çıkarıp kenara atmış ve sırt üstü yatmış güneşleniyordu.benim geldiğimi gördü ve beni kremleyip masaj yaprmısın diye sordu.bende istanbul anal escort seve seve dedim ve kremi alıp sırtını ovup kremlemeye başladım.”kalçalarımıda ov” deyince elimi götüne götürdüm.kremlemiyor adeta avuçluyordum.o kada yumuşak ve sıcak bi götü var ki artık dayanamadım ve seni sikicem diye bağırdım ve gerçekten şaşırdı. aniden yerinden kalktı o güzel göğüsleri tam karşımdaydı.üstüne atladım ve bağırmaya başladı.”yapma yalvarırım”diyordu.kilodunuda çıkardım ve zorla yalamaya başladım.zevke gelmişti ve ohhh ııhhh diye zevk sesleri çıkarıyor ve benide iyiden istanbul türbanlı escort iyiye tahriş ediyordu.sıra sende dedim ve yarağımı ağzına verdim.o kadar güzel saxo çekiyordu ki beni delirtti.ağzından çıkardı ve sik beni diye bağırdı.bende ilk önce götüne dayadım ama hayır amcığımdan sik dedi.ama kızlığın gidecek dedim.o da olsun zevke ancak amımdan sikersen gelebilirsin dedi.bende artık dayanamayıp amcığını avuçladım.biraz daha yaladım o mis kokulu yumşacık amcığını ve dayadım.yavaş yavaş sokmaya başladım köklediğimde “ohhhh” diye bağırdı.git gele başladım.1,2dakka sonra boşalmak üzereydim.geliyorum diye bağırdım o bende deyip ohhh diye inlemeye devam ediyordu.içime boşal dedi ve bende zaten boşalmak üzereydim ve amına patladım.oda aynı anda boşaldı ve ikimizde zevke geldik.amcık içine boşalmak okadar güzel ve zevk verici ki anlayamazsınız amcığa boşalmadıkça.hepinize sex hayatında başarılar.Gönderen: sexy

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Slm size anlatacagım olaylar gerçektir.Benim halamın kızı Duydu ile yaşadıgım olayları anlatacagım size.ikimizde suan 19 yaşındayız.En son bundan 3 sene önce bir ilişki yaşadım onunla.küçüklükten gelen biilişkimiz var taa çoçukluktan evcilik gibi oyun oynaken filan her neyse.Neredeyse her hafta sonu halamlara giderdim ve oyun oynama bahanesiyle boduruma inerdik biraz oynadıktan sonra hemen yapalım mı derdim buda hep hayır derdi ama ben de tehdit ederek önceden yaşadıklarımızı anlatırım halama derdim sonra buna zaten bir kere sokcam derdim tamam ama bir kere derdi tamam derdim.O büyük götünü bana döner ben de ayagındakileri çıkartırdım kilodunu koklardım .Sonra yarağımı o etli kalçalarının arasına esenyurt escort sokardım deli ğini göremediğim için burasımı derdim o evet dedigi an bastırıdım içine girdimi saatlerce sikerdim sikmekten yarağımın kafası yara olurdu.Bana döner hani bir kereydi derdi ben de iki olsun üç olsun derken sikerdim tabi bir önden bir arkadan o kadar güzel götü amı var ki sanki sikilmek için doğmuş onu tehdit edip arkadaşlarımada siktirdim sikilirken sesi soluğu çıkmazdı korktugu için ama zevk alıdığı benim dudaklarımdan öpüşünden belliydi.Bir gün ev boşken çağırdım geldi bilgisayarda biraz oyun oynadıktan sonra hadi yapalım dedim tehdit etmeme rağmen olmaz diyodu telefonu elime kadıköy escort aldım tam halamı arıyom söylücem dedim yine bir kere yapcan ama dedi.Tamam dedim her zaman ki gibi.yatak odasına çift kişilik yatağa götürdüm çırılçıplak soydum kendimde soyundum deli gibi her yerini koklaya koklaya öpe öpe yalıyordum bu yatakta hala sessizce yatıryor herşeyi ben yapıyordum.Duygu yu bir götten bir amdan çevire çevire sikiyordum.Ayak bileklerinden tuttum omuzu ma koydum ayaklarını yani bacak omuz yaptım onu saatlerce siktim sonra yaragımı yalmasını istedim olaz dedi tiksindi ne var ben senin götünü amını her yerini yaladım bak bir şey olmadı dedim yine de olmaz dedi.Herşey yapmıştım bir avcılar escort tek yarğımı yalatamamamıştım ısrar ettim tehdit ettim zorla ağzına vermeye çalıştım olmadı.Ben gidiyorum dedi bundan sonra yapmıcam dedi söylersen anneme seninde başın yanar benimde dedi.Ben onun o etli butlu götüyle amına hala doymamıştım.Kapıyı kitledim anahtarı almak için peşinden geliyodu yatak odasına girdi yatagın üzerine ittirdim odanında kapısını kilitledim bir den ona yumruk tokat tekmeyle onu dövmeye başlasdım ağlıyodu hala dövüyodum saçından çekerek ağzına verdim yalamıyodu ama ben zaten agzını zorla sikiyodum gidip geliyodum agzına onu dayak ata ata siktim saat 12.15 te gelmişti bize saat 17.50 idi hala ben onu sikiyordum her defasında da o etli taş gibi olan götüne boşalıyordum.Bugune kadar onu siktigimbinleri bulmuştur ama doyamıyorum hala istiyorum o göt kimsede yok ilk ben sikerdim sonrada arkadaslarım teker teker sikerlerdi ben de izlerdim biri sikerken hepimiz 31 çekerdik.Gönderen: rAMazan

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Merhaba arkadaşlar Ben cengiz hatırlarsanız kız arkadaşımla yaşadığım anımı anlatmıştım. Gerçekten çok güzel dakikalar yaşadım. Neyse şimdi size teyzemle geçen bi olayı anlatacağım. Annem gil şehirdışından daha dönmemişlerdi. teyzem bei evlerine davet etti. eniştem tır şöförü ve hayatı yollarda geçen bi insan. teyzemin küçük bi oğlu var. teyzem 165-170 cm boylarında 85 kilo balık etli bi bayan.Akşam yemeğini hazırlamıştı. Yedikten sonra oğlunu yatırmaya gitti. ben küçüklüğümden beri teyzemin o koca götüne hastayım. Kapı deliginden seyrediyordum. Çocugu uyuttu. Sonra beraber tv seyretmeye başladık. duygusal- Erotik karışımı bi filmdi. Ben izlerken arasıra teyzeme bakıyordum. ama bu arada çok utanıyordum ?? filmin ortasında bi sevişme sahnesi vardı. Teyzeme, değiştir şu kanalı dedim. ama değiştirmedi esenyurt escort saat 00:45 falan olmuştu. teyzem ben duş alıp yatacağım dedi. tamam dedim bende az sonra yatarım dedim.Duş almaya gittiğinde hemen kapı deliğine yapışmıştım. Bembeyaz teni, kılsız amı ve koca kalçaları beni çileden çıkartıyordu. Duşunu aldı ben hemen içeri gidip tv yi açtım. Hiç bişey yokmuş gibi davranıyordum. O arada teyzem bana ben duş alırken beni mi gözetliyordun dedi. ben kıpkırmızı olmuştum. yok hayır teyze o ne biçim laf dedim. Cesaret alacak bişey yoktu. Neyse dedi odasına gitti. Bende; oğlum bu işi yapamayacan sen dedim. 31 çekmeye başladım. Meğer teyzem yatmamış. Ne yapacağımı seyrediyormuş. İçeri hızlıca girdi. Daha ben ne olduğunu anlamadan sikime sarılıp yalamaya başladı. Eniştem tır şöförü olduğu için kadıköy escort 3-4 ayda bir sevişiyorlardı. Bende teyzemin o tavrından cesaret alıp. göğüslerini yalamaya başladım. Teyzem sanki bakire gibi duruyordu. tertemizde ve taş gibiydi. Her tarafını iyice yaladım. Onunda hoşuna gidiyordu. benim canavarı kaldırdıktan sonra kucagıma oturdu. Ceylan gibi sekiyordu. Ben iyice zevke gelmiştim. Patlamam an meselesiydi. Teyze ben geliyorum dedim. ama kalkmadı üstümden. Bende mecburen içine boşaldım. Sonra 15-20 dakika faklan öpüşmeye devam ettik. Tekrar agzına alıp oğlanı uyandırdı.Bu seferde Ak deliğinden değilde Bok deliğinden sikecem dedim. Tamam ama krem getiriyim çünkü hiç yapmadım dedi. Ben kabul etmedim. Ya böyle Yada hiç dedim. O da çok zevk aldığı için kabul etti. Küçük cengizi iyice avcılar escort yaladı.Teyzemi domattım. götüne sert bi giriş yapmak onun canını acıtmak istiyordum. Ama delik çok küçüktü. Ne kadar zorlasamda girmiyordu. Teyzeme bana şu kumandayı verde tv de bişey varmı bakalım dedim. Oarada kumandaya uzanırken var gücümle sikimi ittim ve sonuna kadar kökledim: Bagırmamak için kendini zor tutuyordu: Ama canı çok yanıyordu: Biraz ileri geri yaptıktan sonra alıştı ve zevk almaya başladı. 25 dakika falan götten siktim. Ama bu sefer deliğine boşalmak istemiyordum. İyice zevklendikten sonra yaragımı götünden çıkartıp ağzına verdim. Kendimi sıkıyordum. En sonunda hışımla boşaldım döllerim sanki mermi gibi teyzemin agzında birikiyordu. Hiç bişey demeden yuttu hepsini. Banyoya gidip duş aldık. Artık korkmuyordum teyzem bana bişey diyecek diye. Sonra teyzemgilin yatak odasına gittik. koyun koyuna yatıp uyuduk. sabah kalktığımda teyzem sikimi yalıyordu. Agzına boşaldıktan sonra Kahvaltı yaptık. ilk fırsatta yine sikecem. Boşuna dememişler Teyze amı baldan tatlıdır diye :)görüşmek üzere GerillaGönderen: gerilla

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I am watching the clock, waiting for it to click on 4 o’clock. I have been so horny today, thinking about what I want to do tonight. My nipples have been hard and every chance I get I give them a twist so I can feel the sensation that ripples from the tips of my nipples down to my aching clit. It is so hard to control myself when I am in this mood but I work with people all around me and I just cannot let myself loose control. This makes me even nastier and I know that I am in for an incredible night. Working myself up to the point that I am going to cum, then holding off, not letting myself get the pleasure that I desire.

I run my time card through the clock and out the door I go. I get into my car and grab the extra vibrator that I carry for such emergencies. Put some fresh batteries in and slide it down inside my pants with the tip just touching the tip of my clit. Damn, I am already juicy; it slides right in between the lips of my pussy. I pull the trigger and away it goes bouncing up and down on my hard clit. I clench my thighs together, holding it just at the very tip. My bottom starts to wiggle and I start rocking back and forth enjoying the sensation that is driving me wild. Now my nipples are swelling, searching for something, anything that makes contact.

As I start down the back roads, I reach in and pull out each breast from the cup of my bra. If I leave my bra on and just pull them out, the bra holds them tight and high, allowing my nipples to be exposed to whatever I can rub them against. When I am in my car, the seat belt that goes across my chest will do until I get home. Then I can get out of my work clothes and into something more comfortable. First, I pick out a bra that I have cut out the ends so my nipples are exposed. I usually use bras that are a size or two small so when I lift each breast into the cup, my nipples are forced out the opening.

It feels so good, that my nipples respond immediately, they are hard, sensitive and sticking straight bahis firmaları out they seem to make contact with everything. Tonight I want more so I put on a fishnet dress that I have. When I pull it up and over my breasts, my nipples search out for a hole in the fishnet to poke through. I look in the mirror; the site of my nipples sticking out sends me into an even hornier mode. I have two of these bungee ties, the one with the elastic loop and a ball at the end. I take each one and loop it through the top of the fishnet and then I adjust them so the ball bounces off the tip of my hard nipples. If I bounce up and down, they bounce up and down right on my nipples. Every now and then I just take the balls and just rub them back and forth, ooh that feels so good too.

Tonight, I want more, so I add a few heavy chains. As I walk around they will sway with my movements and increase the sensitivity. If I was not in such a nasty mood, I could easily cum right now. I can get so much pleasure from just nipple play that I could cum by just nipple play only but not tonight. I have another part of my body that is swollen and protruding from its protective cover that is demanding attention.

I walk over to the chair by my computer; I reach under and pull out the breast pump that I have converted into a sucking machine. I have several attachments that I put on the end of the hose they all have their own special way of jerking off my clit. Tonight I want my clit sucked hard, I want it as swollen as is can get. It drives me wild to have my clit sucked and this machine never gets tired. So I pull out one of the larger clear rubber ridged but flexible tubes. It just fits the top end of my clit and after sucking on it for a while my whole clit will swell up and my little penis will be sucked right out of the surrounding protective folds.

Sometimes, I like to change to a different attachment, one that will stroke and suck my penis. Actually a baby bottle nipple does a fantastic job, kaçak iddaa once it is attached to the hose and I put some lube all over my penis, I will placed it right at the head of my penis. There is a wonderful sucking sound and a tugging of suction and my little penis is drawn inside. At that point, I turn the strength of sucking down a bit, just enough to keep my penis in the nipple, I can start to tug on the hose or lube my fingers and jack my little penis. Oh, the feeling is incredible, my eyes close, and I start swinging my tits so the balls start bouncing off my nipples. My hips are grinding my pussy into the chair…

I go online to check my emails, I had finally submitted a few of my stories, I had gotten feedback from a few people who had gotten off reading them, and they want to let me know. While I am reading through them I like to start tugging on the hose and attachment, if I pull just a little too far you can hear it try to suck my penis right back in.

Now I grab the attachment and start jacking my clit as the suction builds. I lean back in my chair and put both my feet up and on my bed and let my knees drop to the outside. I start jerking again making a twisting motion as I drawn my hand out from my body making a tight suction, WOW when I twist OMG, it feels so good. I look down and I can see the head of my clit, still growing more and more swollen. I slide farther down into my chair, jacking faster and faster, my tit still enjoying the tingling feeling my nipples get as the ball hits the tip and the gold chain slides across it. OMG… This feels so good… I pull harder and harder, twisting with each pull…my breathing is getting very hard…. Every time I feel like I’m going to cum I hold my breath…… and try to hold off but its getting close…..oh so close……..I have to stop trying to write because I want to get off hard……I’m going to get a tight suction on my clit and fuck the tube while I start to play with my nipples….damn this is going to kaçak bahis be a fucking hard ass orgasm…. Oh ya here goes……………damn…fuck it feels so good but I cannot cum… Ahh the vibrator, yes that is it….it-fucking feels so good when my clit is as swollen as it is now, when I put it against the tube that is sucking my clit it just vibrates my whole pussy… I will be cumming in no time…I can’t cum, I am as horny as hell, I’ve got the tube sucking my clit, the vibrator right under the tube, my nipples are so sensitive. They are still sticking out of the holes in the fishnet dress, the chain sliding back and forth, ball bouncing up and down hitting the very tip of my nipple every time…When I run my fingers across them and gently squeeze them I just start to feel more NASTY.

I want to cum so bad but this feels so good. I love riding the edge like this but I want to cum. I think I need to watch a video… maybe a hot jack off session. Watching a guy take his hot shaft into his hand, pour lube over the head then slides right down between his hard shaft and his hand. The look on his face as he tightens his grip, the mushroom top of his cock spreads out and the hole on the tip starts to ooze. He starts jerking harder and harder, maybe he will take both hands and really get into it or do I feel like watching two chicks? I have one of this chick, she fucking eats pussy so good, she reminds me of Shellie. Watching a hot chick just go to town on another chick turns me on too. I has to be real not one of those lickety lick barely even making contact with her pussy bullshit ones that they usually have in most porno’s. I want to watch her hot mouth to suck on her clit like crazy, this way I can picture her between my legs, her lips on my clit. My clit swelling up so large you can hear slurping sounds come from her mouth. I can lean back, push and contract my hips as I fuck her face. I can grab onto my tits and bring my nipples to my mouth, one at a time, sucking them into my mouth and let my tongue run around the hard tips as I watch her watching me.

I think tonight is going to be ladies night, just writing that was almost enough to send me over the edge. Oh, I am going to cum so hard.

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A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists — Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. Enjoy.

Chapter 104 — Tom and Julie’s Surprises. Prom After-Party

Mark

Tom was positively bubbly, an emotion I’d never seen from the distinguished man. He looked into my office from the open door and then strode across the carpet until he was near my desk. Melanie was a few feet behind him with a wide grin.

Tom opened his arm and looked up at the sky. He pronounced, “Today is the best day in my life. I have TWO FABULOUS ANNOUNCEMENTS.” He was almost shouting, but the excitement in his voice was contagious. I stood up with a grin to accept the news. It was obviously good.

He danced around, “FIRST, I’m going to be a father. Julie is expecting. Isn’t that great news? I am so excited by just that news that I could burst. She called me only five minutes ago. I was just coming in to tell you another piece of news.

“SECOND, we completed the two tests late last night on the Gigabyte Cellular Technology program — one here in the city with Verizon and the other down on St. Croix. We just finished processing the results from everything this morning … errr, over lunch. Things functioned far better than our projections. The stress test was a piece of cake; not a single bit lost; and down on St. Croix, we had full speed coverage of the entire island from just our three cellular test towers. Everything is WONDERFUL!”

I had stood and come around my desk. I hugged the man, and even induced him into a little dance. Tom filled in a few details on both of his events, and then I urged him to go home to be with Julie.

I caught his attention and looked him in the eye. I knew the answer to my question, but I asked him anyway, “So, did you give her an engagement ring and propose?”

Tom looked horror stricken. “Oh, God, no. Now she’ll think that it’s because I got her pregnant and I want to make an honest woman of her. I actually have the ring down in my office locked in my desk.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You think … today, huh … like as soon as I get home.”

I silently and slowly nodded at him. He looked totally chagrined. He looked at Melanie. She was also nodding.

Melanie was standing there with her hands on her hips. She muttered, “Men are dumb,” and walked back towards the office door.

I suggested he take Julie somewhere fun and romantic and propose. I said then to stop by her parents’ home so she could share the news face-to-face. He liked those ideas and ran out, saying over his shoulder that he’d see me later at the condo. I wondered whether he remembered that it was Friday and that we’d all be going home to The Meadows for the weekend. He raced past Mel on the way out.

Melanie read my mind and said, “I’ll text him about The Meadows. Julie is out there now with the kids. He’s been working so much he has no idea what day of the week it is.”

“Thanks, Mel. I’m ready to knock off early, so whenever everyone’s ready to head home, so am I.”

A few hours later I joined Sheila, Melanie, and Marcia for the ride out to The Meadows in our limousine. Marcia had been in Florida, Texas, and Arizona all week, so I hadn’t seen her. She teased me saying that I sent her far away just so I could have ‘Miss Me’ sex with her when she got back. However, one put it, I did love making love with her.

As we walked into the house, a few of the others were already there, and so was Matt Henderson. They had been sitting in the large living room chatting; Matt had had his arms around June and Tori, the latter in her last stages of teasing the daylights out of Carter, Ryan, and Mike about the graduation prom they’d be going to the next evening.

A sudden flash of energetic brunette hair flashed into my peripheral vision as a body hurled herself into my arms. Julie screamed for all to hear, “I’M ENGAGED. TOM ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM … AND I’M EXPECTING. I’M PREGNANT WITH A BABY.” From the tone of her voice there was no doubt that she was not only exceptionally excited, but also happy to an extreme.

I nodded and figured I might help Tom a bit, “I know, we’ve been talking about it for weeks.” I also wondered what else she could be pregnant with if it were other than a baby. Her statement was redundant, but I didn’t say anything. Why did that thought get there?

She swooned into my arms and gave me a kiss, “REALLY? Why didn’t he just ask me back then? I love him. I would have said yes that first night we met.” She turned back to Tom with a huge grin and then waved her left hand under my nose. One of the biggest diamond rocks I think I’d ever seen glistened and glinted in the light on her ring finger. The setting was beautiful; Tom had canlı bahis good taste — expensive too. Julie said excitedly, “Isn’t it gorgeous? I love it. I love Tom. I love YOU for bringing me into this family, and I love everybody.” She twirled around in front of me.

Tom moseyed into the living room looking quite content. He said, “I hope you’ll excuse us in a few hours. I’m taking Julie out to Swan’s for a celebratory dinner.” He thought a minute and said, “If any of you want to come along, please join us. It’d be more fun for both of us in sharing this than just the two of us.” He looked to Julie for verification, and she nodded enthusiastically.

I looked at Elsa and she nodded eagerly. I said, “Well, it sounds like a great invitation to me. Anybody else?”

There was a chorus of voices opting to join them for the dinner — everybody that was there. Izzy instantly started to text the family members that weren’t present to see if they wanted in on the event. Everyone did, and a few said they’d meet us at Swan’s.

Matt started to make excuses to leave so we could celebrate together. Elsa turned him around and kissed him. “No, you are my date for the evening, and I want to go to Swan’s with you and everybody. Besides only a week or two ago you made love to Julie, and I think you should be present while Tom and she share their happiness with all of us.”

Matt looked surprised, and he looked to me for permission obviously on his mind. I never felt empowered to be the social guru for the family. Elsa had that job nailed. I chuckled and pointed at her and said, “Whatever she said.”

He laughed. I moved to him and shook his hand. “Matt, you’re becoming a fixture around here, so from now on why don’t you just start thinking of yourself as a permanent guest. Everyone likes you, and we’re glad you have started to hang out with us.”

Elsa latched onto Matt’s arm, “Oh, goody, a permanent guest. I have plans for this one after we get back from dinner.” She broke into one of trademark lecherous smiles that let everyone know that she was thinking of sex in large quantities.

I pulled Julie to me a second later, “And Miss Julie, “When is this wonderful baby of yours due?”

Julie pulled away from me and did her happy dance with her fingers dancing towards the ceiling, “February … and in case anyone wonders, Tom is the daddy. We were sort of trying.”

“Do your parents know?”

Tom and I will drive out and see them tomorrow. I called to be sure they’d be home but didn’t tell them any of my news. I had such a hard time containing myself, but they’ll know something is afoot as soon as they see me. I want to see their faces light up. They love Tom, but not as much as I do.” She latched onto Tom’s arm and pulled him to her and looked adoringly into his eyes. She was so in love.

I held a hand over my heart, “Julie, I will miss you.”

“Oh, Mark, no you won’t. We talked, and we’re still going to be family members and make love with everyone, except we’ll be like we’ve kind of been since Tom moved into the building, we’ll be a long-term couple too. So, we can make love all the time too, except on important days when Tom and I need to couple up for some reason. We agreed we didn’t need to ask permission either. We really trust each other, and I just know I’m his Great Love for All of Time.” She smiled and danced away like a blithe spirit.

I glanced at Tom and he was smiling and nodding. He mumbled, “You know, I feel the same way about her.”

“So, is tonight one of those important days.”

Julie grinned at me over her shoulder, “It is for an hour or so after we get back from dinner while Tom and I mate again to confirm everything that’s happened today — what we’ve learned and done today; THEN we’re both going to be available to celebrate with our friends … and I want to MAKE LOVE WITH EVERYONE.” She danced around some more. I’d never seen her so animated. She was prancing around tossing her skirt around so much, that occasionally I’d get a flash of her pussy. God, she was sexy.

I caught Julie as she pranced by and kissed her; soon the others in the room also expressed their love to her through hugs and kisses. Separately, Tom was also the beneficiary of a lot of female attention, some of it quite lewd until he sported a solid lump in his pants that didn’t seem to want to go away.

There were twelve adults for dinner at Swan’s, plus Philip Emerson, Jenny, Patricia, and Skylar in the toddler and baby categories. The missing members of the family were KC — who had the evening shift at her gallery; Deke — who was putting the finishing touches on a security system at a lawyer’s office; James — who was also working late; and Izzy — who had promised her parents she join them for her mother’s birthday. Thus, we had eleven family members plus Matt.

As you might expect we got a long table, and were an animated bunch compared to the other patrons in the nice restaurant. We were well behaved, and our conversations ranged all over the map.

I teased bahis siteleri Ryan and Mike who sat across from me over dinner about their prom date the next night. “Are you ready for some wild dancing and some even wilder sex afterwards?”

Both men blushed. Ryan said, “Tori’s been teasing us for two weeks, and she even brought her BFF Darby in to help. I won’t last two seconds the first go around. She got all the girls to freeze us out this week. Carter too.” He glanced down the table to see if Carter had heard him; he hadn’t.

“So I heard. You seem to be standing up to it well.”

“I haven’t gone this long without some pussy since I was a junior in high school,” Mike said. Ryan nodded.

Ryan added, “I have the perfect revenge tool, however. I plan to give each of the girls The Experience tomorrow night. They will long remember their graduation prom.” He gave a lewd grin.

“What’s the ratio going to be?”

Mike said, “So far, I believe, it’s the three graduating seniors Tori, Darby, and Skye, and then Ryan, Carter, and me, plus Skye’s brother Derrick, and Darby’s father; so three to five.”

I opined, “You need a couple more females to even things out.”

He nodded, “I think Elsa’s going to join us, and she said she’d be sure to bring a friend. Given everyone’s ages and preferences, I’m betting it’s going to be June.” He cast a long glance down the table to where cute young June sat flirting with Carter and Stacy. Carter might have looked more interested except he knew he was being teased for one more night before the sexual log-jam would break around the prom celebration.

Elsa

June and I were to wait at the condo for the prom attendees to finish their dinner and dancing, and then their return to join us for the rest of the evening, night, and into the next day. Tori had arranged for Darby’s father to join us about ten o’clock, since he was to be part of the after-prom party. Everyone else in the family, plus Celeste and Matt had gone out to be at The Meadows.

June and I set out some bottles of wine and soft drinks, along with some desserts and other tempting foods every growing teen needs to abuse in order to ascend to full adulthood. We also got a pizza delivered right at ten o’clock, according to Tori’s specifications.

At ten o’clock security notified us that Frank Winters was on his way up to the condo. I met the slightly older man at the elevator. He was a handsome man who obviously took care of himself through exercise. In talking to him, I learned that he ran the claims department for the state’s largest insurance company — Midstate. He was mild mannered, but had an appeal.

We avoided the guerilla in the corner for our first few minutes of conversation. June had joined me, and I served us each a glass of wine and offered some snacks that he turned down for the time being.

Frank said, “I’ve heard a lot about you and your family from Darby … and your lifestyle. I guess we have some things kind of in common.”

I laughed, “You mean we all love sex? We do. We also have a little bit of incest going on here and there, although you’re the first father-daughter team I’ve met of that persuasion.”

He spoke in a low-key way, “It just kind of happened a few years ago. Darby chose me to take her cherry. I was honored but also horrified at the same time. It took her a few months to convince me. She also had to win over her mother. I had no intention of cheating, especially with Darby.”

I think I raised my eyebrows, “Does that mean you won’t be playing with anybody else tonight?”

“Oh, no. That was back then. We’ve opened up our marriage and family relationships at this point. As a matter of fact, Darlene is out tonight with a male friend, and I’m sure they will enjoy themselves if they aren’t already. This is one of those rare times when she can bring him home for an overnight. We’ve done very few of those.”

“And you don’t object?”

“No. I got past the jealousy stuff. I just hope she has a good time. They’ve never had sex before, but Dar has plans and she’s a very good flirt. She’ll prevail. I just hope he’s not a dud. She went out with some guy a few months back she thought would turn her into a quivering blob of orgasmic protoplasm, and he turned out to be focused on his own ejaculations and only needed a receptacle for them. She was pissed, but spread the word about the guy. I guess I’m well trained; I focus almost exclusively on my partner, make sure she’s satisfied, and only then will I allow myself the ultimate pleasures of the sex act.”

I leaned in and kissed Frank to his surprise, “Well, I can hardly wait.” I paused, “I do want to see you with Darby. She’s hot. I got to kiss her a few days ago while she was over here teasing their dates for tonight. I learned she likes girls too.”

“That’s somewhat new; her mother’s influence, plus a rather hot aunt who also served as mentor to Darby. She’s entirely onboard with those ideas now, but it took a while. I truly am in love with my daughter, only in bahis şirketleri this case it’s a strong romantic involvement.”

I said, “And Skye’s coming with her brother?”

“Yes, so I understand from Darby. I’ve met both of them. She’s hot and he’s about five years older, college grad, works in an accounting firm, and handsome to boot. Their family is kind of like ours; lots of sharing across generations and lines of kin.”

We continued chatting. At ten forty-five I got a text from Marshall, our chauffeur, saying that he was picking up the prom attendees and would be at the condo in about fifteen minutes. June and I dimmed the lights, added some sexy incense, turned on the faux fireplace, and put on some dreamy jazz music that Tori had chosen to help set the evening’s mood.

June joined me to sit on either side of Frank Winters. This time we both gave him some soul-searing kisses. He started to pant.

He said, “This is really going to happen? I’ve never been in a group setting this large … only with Darby and Darlene, and that was so different than this.”

I smiled, “I think so. Tori, Darby, and Skye are in charge. June and I are here to even out the numbers. If any of the girls want double servicing, we will gladly just watch or play with each other.” I reached across and stroked June’s cheek and neck down across her chest to the edge of her scoop-neck top.

The four men and three girls from the prom arrived shortly thereafter. They were abuzz talking about the dance, dinner, the decorations, and the pending graduation. Skye and Derrick had not been up to the condo before, so were duly impressed with the views, decorating, and everything about the place.

Carter escorted Darby over to her father, and presented her to him. “Sir, thank you for allowing me to escort your daughter to the dinner dance. I certainly had fun, and I hope she did.”

Darby kissed her father on the lips rather hotly, and then allowed as how she’d had a fabulous time ‘so far’ and was looking forward to the rest of the evening. She looked over her shoulder at Tori and Skye to see whether they agreed, but I already knew they would.

Carter came and kissed me, adding some tongue. I could tell the poor man had been teased to his edge. He was ready to explode. I whispered to him, “Not too much longer.”

We got drinks and some snacks got eaten, as small talk about the condo took place. I took the time to get to know Derrick better. Tori had made a good decision to invite him back.

June and Mike were snuggling in together, and Ryan was trying to heat up Tori. I wasn’t sure how she wanted the evening to start, but I assumed she had a plan, especially after she looked at me and winked.

June and I were wearing a skirt and blouse, and we contrasted to the three girls who wore formal gowns. Tori had ended up wearing the bluish-white gown that Cindy had worn to that first charity ball with Mark years earlier. She was wearing her new pearl necklace and a diamond tennis bracelet. The other girls were less ostentatiously attired, but equally pretty in the prom dresses and jewelry. Darby wore a gown, and Skye a high-end cocktail dress that looked about as formal. She had sexy long legs.

Tori announced, “We’re going to change into something more comfortable and appropriate for what we have planned for the rest of the evening, so if you’ll excuse us …” On that note, the three girls headed off towards the master bedroom. I had already seen three duffle bags in the room that I guessed were changes of clothing for the three teens.

June and I talked with the men. About ten minutes after they disappeared, we heard a little ‘Ahem’ from the entrance to the bedroom hallway.

Those of us in the living room turned and looked. There were quite a few rapid intakes of breath. Tori, Darby, and Skye stood there wearing very sexy lingerie. Tori wore her fuck me heels, black stockings with lace tops around her upper thighs, a black thong, and a mostly black bustier trimmed in bright red. She’d fluffed up her hair.

Darby was similarly dressed only in white. Skye didn’t have stockings on, and her thong and bustier were so thin there was little about her body, the thin strip of pubic hair, or her areolas and nipples that her outfit hid. The three were the epitome of raw, willing, desirable sex.

The three sauntered into the living room … strutted might be a better term, but by then no one was acting as a grammar cop.

Skye went to Frank Winters and planted a boiling hot kiss on his lips that on any other day would have shut down the power grid in the middle of the country. Tori had similarly engaged Derrick, Skye’s brother. His moan was audible anywhere in the room, and I wondered if he’d creamed his pants.

Tori took on Carter, Ryan, and Mike, alternately kissing each of them with every fiber of sexuality she could conjure into her act. The three men sported significant bulges in their tuxedo pants.

Tori motioned for June and me to join her, so we moved to the sofa where she’d engaged her ‘brothers.’ She said in a low voice, “Just do what you want with everyone. Don’t wait for instructions, but do make sure to ‘do’ Derrick and Frank. We’ll be doing the same thing, especially with them.”

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He was on top of her, embracing her close on her bed. She wasn’t a petite woman and he wasn’t a bulky man, but he was strong, muscular and sinewy, and she wanted him there. She felt him erect, scandalously black, and huge between her thighs, and although he was moving his hips and the underside of the hard phallus was rubbing in her puffy folds, he wasn’t inside her—yet.

She dug in her heels and raised her pelvis, trying to take him in, but he gave a low laugh and held her tighter, controlling her fully. She had pendulous breasts and he was making love to them, squeezing them and kissing them—pinching the nipples to hear her gasp and moan, and gasp and moan she did. He worked her breasts hard with his hands and mouth, and she arched her back and head, pushing her breasts up into his calloused fingers and moist lips and nipping teeth, focusing her visual point of attention on the brass headboard behind her, gently, rhythmically rubbing on the wall from the swaying movement of their bodies. She moaned deeply, her tactile attention on the sucking and squeezing of her breasts and on the hard phallus between her thighs, reveling in being fully under his control, knowing that soon he would be inside her, filling her—and she would be having a virile and forbidden man between her legs, fucking her.

It was afternoon and they were upstairs in her Lexington, Virginia, Dutch colonial house, in her bedroom—not in his bedroom, although the room across the hall wouldn’t be his bedroom anymore after this one last fuck. Without losing his grip on her breasts, the tall, slim, ebony man moved his lips down her creamy white, voluptuous body as he slid his tightly muscled torso down hers until she gave a little cry and shuddered when he slipped his tongue through her folds, searching for her nub, finding it, and giving her suck there. They weren’t young—Cynthia was forty-two and Emory was forty-seven, but they knew how to do this. They’d done it before—often.

She dug her fingernails into his bulging biceps and begged him, contradictorily, to get off her, to leave her be now that he was moving out, or to fuck her. She just couldn’t withstand what he was doing in her folds with his mouth and tongue. But Emory wouldn’t relent. He ran his rough tongue over her clit again and again as she shuddered and shimmered, going beyond moist. She gave a little cry as the nub engorged and bulged and he got it between his teeth and sucked hard on it. He continued feasting on her as she bucked against him, crying out her passion, her captivity, and his possessive punishment. She flowed and spasmed and spasmed and collapsed, but he wouldn’t stop working her cunt with his mouth. She spasmed again and then again and, with a long, low moan, collapsed totally.

Feeling he had arrived, he kissed back up her body. He was in massive erection. He fisted his cock and dragged the head of it through her folds, pausing at the center of the yawning slit, teasing her on the possibility of a plunge, and continued on up to her clit. He was holding her tight, and she shuddered in his arms, whining, “Put it in. Fuck me.” He laughed and teased her some more with the play of the cockhead in her labia and rubbing her clit, as she panted and begged for it—for the big, black cock, for the end of the tease, for the penetration, for the fuck.

She cried out as he brought the bulb back to her slit and plunged, thick, throbbing, filling, stretching, possessing, and punishing, and immediately started to move: in and out, in and out. Without losing purchase, he raised his body in a pushup position, a ramrod straight, long, slim, sinewy-muscled recline over her, taking his weight on the heels of his hands and on his toes, his head hanging down, his eyes capturing hers, aware of every jerk and shudder reflected in her eyes, as, inside her, he rose and fell, stiff armed, knuckles pressed into the mattress beside her breasts. She clutched his buttocks close to her and pressed her knees into his hips, crying out, “Yes, yes. Fuck. FUCK!” as his mouth went back to her breasts and his buttocks, flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing, set up a steady, lengthy, and deep rhythm of the fuck.

He was fit. He had stamina. He fucked her and fucked her and fucked her.

Cynthia lay there afterward, exhausted, and watched Emory go into her bathroom, use her shower, and stand in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom. He leaned tall, slim, hard-bodied, provocatively and familiarly into the doorframe and dried off with her towel. Emory was her first black lodger. Were all blacks hung like he was, she wondered. She’d heard it as a legend. He was her only reference point, but he bore up the legend. Long and thick. Masterful. He took her breath away . . . every time.

He had used her bathroom to clean up in because he’d already scrubbed out his, making it ready for however she now planned to use the bedroom and bath across the hall on the second floor of the house. His suitcases, packed, were on the bed in the other room. As soon as he was dressed, he’d be gone.

“I’ll be just down the road in Roanoke,” he said as he dried himself and reached for the briefs scattered güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri among the clothes he’d discarded when they’d come into the bedroom. “You can come visit anytime you wish.”

“I’m sure your mother would have another stroke seeing a white woman coming up your sidewalk,” Cynthia said. That was the reason Emory had given for going. His mother in Roanoke had had a stroke. She needed him to come home. Just as much a reason, though, had been that he’d had a succession of jobs here in Lexington, each one more menial than the other. He was college educated, but perhaps that had been the problem. He was black. And he was living in the house of a white woman. He was seen as uppity. He had started as the technical engineer at the local television station. The next lower stop was working the toll booth at the airport parking lots. Assistant night manager at a fast food restaurant was as far down as he got before his mother had had her stroke.

The problem wasn’t that he was threatening looking in Lexington. He actually was quite handsome. His father had been white, and he had taken many of the characteristics of him, whoever and wherever he was. The locals in Lexington were prone to ask if he was Jamaican. He was good-looking, so they assumed he must have come from somewhere else. Being knocked down continuously seemed more that he spoke like a professor and lived in the house of a white woman. In Lexington still that was taken by many as putting on airs and grasping above oneself.

He’d do better in Roanoke. Lexington was too high class—and the highest class was still too southern.

Dressed, he stopped at the door and turned, looking at Cynthia, sprawled out naked on her bed, still quite attractive for her age—and there were those pendulous breasts and the wide hips . . . the puffy labia. She was an Earth goddess. He’d miss that.

“There are hotels in Roanoke,” he said. “Even ones that won’t raise an eyebrow at mixed couples.”

“You could come back to Lexington to visit from time to time,” she said. That’s as far as she would go with that. She’d made commitments before; she’d even begged. Never again.

“I doubt that will happen,” he answered, and then, “Will you be bringing in another lodger?”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Cynthia answered.

He smiled. That meant “yes.” He took one last look at her voluptuous body, turned, and went across the hallway to retrieve his suitcases.

Cynthia listened while he banged the luggage down the narrow staircase. When the house was quiet, she sighed, closed her eyes, and, despite it being only the afternoon, drifted off to an exhausted, but satiated, sleep, the fingers of her right hand playing in her folds.

* * * *

“And you are without a lodger now? The one you had . . . Avery . . .”

“Emory,” Cynthia corrected.

“Emory. He’s gone now?”

“Emory had to move back to Roanoke, yes,” Cynthia said. “His mother has had a stroke, and he had to relocate.” She didn’t respond to the first part of Melissa’s question.

They were sitting in the back yard of the Dutch colonial house in Lexington. The tree-shaded yard wasn’t large, but Cynthia had had it all laid out with red sandstone blocks, the entire yard a patio, with inviting outdoor furniture, a water fountain and wind chimes hanging in the trees. It surrounded a glassed-in sunporch on the back of the house on three sides. She and Melissa Bard were lounging, recovering from a hard three hours of shared work, chatting, and sipping wine. Cynthia was putting her long auburn hair, shot through with strands of silver gray, up into a tight bun on the back of her head. Cynthia wasn’t a vain woman. She’d go gray as nature dictated she would. She’d let gravity take her body too, as and when it pleased, although she still could be considered in the realm of voluptuous—especially her large breasts.

“Do you need to take in a lodger?” Melissa asked. “This is a nice part of town and your house is lovely. I don’t know if you can afford maintaining the house by yourself.”

“I can,” Cynthia said. “The house is paid for and I make good money—enough to make it through. I take in lodgers more because they need someplace to light.”

“Well, if you want to take on another lodger, I think we could find some young women who need someplace to light.”

So, that was what it was, Cynthia thought. She knew there had been talk of Emory boarding here—primarily because he was black and not least because he was good-looking and looked as capable in bed as he, in fact, was. And, as Melissa said, this was a nice part of town, which translated as “white” and “up class.” Melissa meant well, in her stuck-in-a-small-southern-town way, Cynthia knew, but in this line of enquiry Melissa and the other proper matrons of Lexington could just fuck off. She wouldn’t say that, of course. Melissa was one of the few friends she had here. Cynthia didn’t go out much, and she wasn’t a Lexington native. They’d met when both signed on to help Mondays at the Episcopal church luncheon soup kitchen for the homeless. Melissa was a member of the church. Cynthia wasn’t, but she’d güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri wanted to help the community in some way. They’d become friendly and had fallen in to just continuing their Monday afternoons on when they could to unwind from the grind of serving hot lunches. They usually ended up here at Cynthia’s house, sipping wine and chatting.

Everyone loved Cynthia’s back garden. It was so eclectic, laid back, welcoming—unlike the front yard. Her house sat back on the lot, and she kept the front in heavy foliage, protecting her from the neighborhood’s prying eyes. She liked her privacy. It was a privilege to be invited to the back.

“I prefer men lodgers to women,” she said, standing her ground. “They tend to be neater, despite what some would think, and they mostly use the house as a stopping-off place and center their lives elsewhere. They aren’t as much a bother as I think a woman would be. In that regard, I think it was just as well that Emory moved on. He kept losing jobs and spending more and more time here. He was vegetating, mostly just eating, sleeping, and staying up to watch TV.” He, of course, did far more than that, Cynthia knew, but anything she could do to put Melissa and her friends off the scent was effort well spent. “I don’t have to have a lodger. But it’s useful to have someone to talk to and have a meal with, if only on occasion. My work tends to get intensive.”

“You’ve never really said what your work was,” Melissa said. “You never mention going to an office.”

Ah, another bit of research the “girls” have sent Melissa in to find out about me? Cynthia wondered.

“I edit,” she answered. “I’m a freelance medical editor for journal articles, conference papers, and books—specialized. I work with neurological surgery.”

“My, that sounds complex,” Melissa said.

“It is,” Cynthia answered. “And intense. As I said, sometimes it’s good to take a break just to be able to ask a lodger how his day was and then to go back to it—no one more connected to me than that. No deep commitment.”

And, in fact, that was quite true, Cynthia thought. She wanted it to be a male lodger—and one willing and able to bed her on occasion—and to do it well. She wanted a hard-bodied and sexual male lodger. She wanted the sexual release from a good-looking, well-endowed man. She just didn’t want deep commitment from or to him. She didn’t want a husband. She didn’t even want a boyfriend. She just wanted an occasional romp in the hay—to be taken in a good fuck. And she’d gotten that from Emory. It wasn’t her idea for him to go. She had been happy, though, that there had been a good reason for him to do so when the time came. He was going downhill here in Lexington. She didn’t think it was either his or her fault, though. It was Lexington. She didn’t mind if Lexington got the impression she was well done with him, though. Let them talk. Just don’t let them be sure. Nothing would be said in the open in a southern town if they couldn’t be sure. That wouldn’t be polite.

“Yes, I can understand that,” Melissa said. “All the same, someone like that Avery—”

“Emory,” Cynthia interjected, doing her best to keep her voice modulated. And then, to avoid whatever might come next and because she didn’t want another issue to develop, she said. “Oh, look, it’s nearly five. Didn’t you say you had to be home by then today.”

“Oh, land, yes. Thanks. The time has just flown by, hasn’t it? So, next Monday after soup kitchen?”

“Yes, of course, I wouldn’t miss it,” Cynthia said, rising, so that Melissa would too and not spend the usual half hour winding down from the initial “I’ve got to run.”

At the gate to the parking pad in front, Cynthia waved Melissa off in her Mercedes SUV as the woman turned to exit the drive going forward because the foliage reached almost down to the street. As Melissa was accomplishing this maneuver, Cynthia heard the sound of a motorcycle turning into their side street.

That was close, she thought, as she returned to the patio table in back by way of the kitchen to pull a can of cold beer out of the refrigerator. In a few minutes Billy D, twenty-three, tanned, with wavy dark hair, Italian, and built, strode into the back. He came over to the table and smiled at Cynthia as she handed him the cold can of beer. He popped the top and took a swig. Then he unzipped his leather jacket and let it fall open. He was bare-chested underneath it. His torso was muscular and he was solid, but a solid that needed a bit more maintenance than he was giving it. If he continued popping open beer cans at the rate he was doing it, he’d have a beer belly in three years, and of course he would continue popping open beer cans. In the meantime, he had a bad-boy sexy look, though.

“How did work go today?” she asked.

“Good. I learned a bit more, was useful a bit more, and I didn’t get fired.”

“Good. You think you’ll stick it out?”

“I’ll try,” he said. “It’s all new—trying.”

Cynthia had gotten him the job at the garage. He’d had some training when he’d been in juvenile detention, but he gone straight to the streets from güvenilir bahis şirketleri there when he was released. One of the local neurosurgeons she edited for had a brother who owned the garage and Cynthia had managed to get Billy D working there as a favor to her. The “D” stood for “Doug,” but everyone just added the “D” onto his nickname. This was the South. All of the men did screwy things with the names they’d originally been given.

“Was that a fancy SUV I saw pulling out of the drive?” he asked.

“Melissa Bard. She’ll be here in the afternoon most Mondays.”

“Melissa? The lady from the soup kitchen where I met you?”

“Yes, the same.”

“She ask about me being here—and why I wasn’t at soup kitchen the last couple of Mondays? I think she was sweet on me.”

“Everyone was sweet on you down at the soup kitchen, Billy D. But she’s much too old for you,” Cynthia added, and they both laughed. She was forty-two and Billy D was twenty-three. Melissa couldn’t be a day over thirty-five. Billy D was good with the joke. He was randy, Cynthia was hot for her age—she had great tits—and he knew he wasn’t paying the rent in money.

“I didn’t tell her you have a room here now and thus aren’t homeless anymore. And I heard someone else—Pete on the intake desk—tell her that you had a job now. I didn’t say anything more about that either.”

“Well, fuck a duck,” Billy D said, and then, “Speaking of that, I think I’ll go upstairs and take a shower. I’ll be going out with some of the guys tonight. Dinner out, with them.”

“Of course,” Cynthia said as Billy D walked off and into the house through the sunporch. She picked up her wine glass and saluted his disappearing back.

* * * *

Grabbing her ankle, Billy D pushed her right knee up into her belly. He turned her left leg over to reveal her inner thigh and to make her cunt more accessible as he knelt between Cynthia’s thighs at the foot of her bed. Cynthia was on her back on the bed, her butt at the edge. Before this, she had been sitting there, naked, hands on the backs of Billy D’s thigh as he stood in front of her, his hands reaching down and hefting and squeezing her breasts as she gave him head, engorging his cock for the main event. She didn’t mind giving head as long as there was a main event to follow, and, with Billy D, she melted at tracing the tan lines on his still-tight butt from wearing his Speedo while he stood in front of her. It was some of the little joys that counted big.

When he was afraid of firing off, he pushed her down on her back on the bed, readjusted her legs, slid his right hand up her belly to grasp and squeeze a breast and buried his face in her cunt, going after her clit and slit with his tongue and teeth. Her labia were puffy, and he liked playing in them with his tongue—and later, with his dick, although that didn’t happen often because he didn’t usually have the patience or holding power to play when he was fucking a woman. He was a fast shooter—an in and out and thank you, mam, kind of guy. Fucking Cynthia was maybe the longest he’d ever spent getting off with a woman.

Cynthia ran her hands into his wavy hair and gave little yipping sounds as she rocked her pelvis against his feasting mouth. He was kneeling in the damp towel he’d had wrapped around his waist when he’d come into Cynthia’s bedroom and found her naked, sitting at the foot of the bed, with thighs parted and running her fingers in her puffy folds. Her slit had yawned at him and he hadn’t wasted any more time than he had to be sliding into it.

Billy D, young, hot, and impatient wasn’t one to linger at his work. He rose up over her after she was wet and shuddering, spasming for him again and again, positioned the head of his cock in her slack slit, and slid in. One hand went to her throat, holding her head to the mattress, and the other continued its fascination with her melon-sized breasts. He liked her Earth Mother wide hips and big butt, too, but he had only so much time to devote to her charms today. There would be other days.

Cynthia arched her back and reached back to grab the brass rungs of her headboard to stabilize herself, but she quickly brought her hands back as the headboard was thumping wildly against the wall, and she came close to bruising her knuckles. Her arms stretched out to the side instead, bunching up gobs of her bedspread, trying to keep her in place during the onslaught of youth.

Billy D fucked her like he had a fire to go to, with vigor and pistoning speed. Six minutes into the fuck, he flipped her over, pulled her down to where her belly was on the edge of the foot of the bed, and her toes reached the carpet. He slammed his cock back up into her cunt and continued pistoning her. His right had gone back to squeezing her breasts and pinching the nipples for a few minutes. They fascinated him. Cynthia stiff-armed the mattress with her left arm to keep her torso off the surface of the bed and reached under her belly with her right hand and worked her clit. Billy D had lost interest in that. He was much more a tit and cunt guy—and an ass guy. A fucking them in the ass guy. He reached to the back of her head with his right hand—his left was palming her belly—and unloosed her bun. Her auburn hair, streaked with highlight of silver gray cascaded down her back. Billy D grabbed a hank of that and arched her torso back, pressing her head into the hollow of his shoulder. He continued fucking her hard.

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“The whole thing was in extremely bad taste,” Maddie said with mild indignation.

Angelina shrugged. “It’s just sex,” she said casually as she diced the celery. “You do know that people like to fuck each other, right?”

Maddie sighed in retort. “Whatever. I’m sorry; I still can’t believe he had sex right in front of us.”

“In front of us?” Eddie chuckled from across the kitchen. “He her nailed ‘er in front of the whole bleedin’ world!”

I said nothing and dutifully kept my eyes on the pot of spaghetti sauce I was stirring on the stove. I wasn’t sure how to react. Despite my boldness earlier that day, I was now feeling surprisingly awkward. After my unplanned public tryst with Dot on the beach, the rest of the afternoon had been more normal than I could have dared to expect. Though unasked, Dot had wisely gathered her things and moved on after her post-coitus swim, allowing us to continue the photoshoot without distraction. We all knew our roles and we performed them as professionals. Despite that, the fact that my co-workers had just watched me have sex with an anonymous bystander was constantly on my mind. Secretly, almost involuntarily replaying the scene in my head — struggling to comprehend the reality of it — had kept me rather horny. It didn’t help that Maddie and Angie spent the afternoon alternating between extreme states of undress and outright nudity, even after sundown finally put an end to our photo session. I had kept my baggy shorts on the rest of the day, thankful that they hid the slight engorgement my cock was periodically experiencing.

I looked up across the kitchen to see Eddie giving me a wry grin. “And cheers to ya for it, me mate — a damned respectable boffin’ it was. I din’ think ya had it in ya’!”

“That big blonde chick definitely had it in HER,” Angie said with a joking leer.

“Look,” I said seriously. “When she gets here, don’t make a big thing about it. I don’t know her; she might not like to be teased.”

“I’m going out,” Maddie announced. “Enjoy your dinner.”

“Don’t you want to wait until Dot gets here?” I asked.

“Why would I?” Maddie said indignantly. “You just said you don’t know this woman. Well, I know her even less.” She smoothed the bright yellow club dress that clung to her curves, then tossed her hair. “I’m not the one who fucked her. I didn’t even talk to her.” Maddie gave a shrug and swiped the keys to the van off the counter.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could take the van!” Eddie exclaimed. “That’s rented on my credit card!”

His protests had no impact on Maddie. “None of the rest of you are going to use it. You’ll all just stay here and have your pretend little family dinner. You’ll probably all be in bed by ten.” Her first point was valid. With a fully equipped kitchen at the beach house and a lack of decent restaurants for quite a distance down the shore road, it was much less hassle at the end of a long day to stay in and cook a communal meal. ‘Stay in,’ however, was not part of Maddie’s vocabulary. She lived for gourmet dinners and expensive drinks, preferably at somebody else’s expense.

“Don’t wait up, mom,” Maddie said to Eddie in her usual, droll way. She turned and left, the screen door banging loudly behind her.

“What an entitled bitch,” Angie said.

“I heard that, ya little cunt!” Maddie yelled back from outside. The sound of the van’s motor erupted and disappeared into the gathering darkness.

Angie stepped close to me. She was wearing nothing but a thong bikini bottom and flip-flops, and a dark, firm, bare tit brushed my arm as she slid the celery and herbs off the cutting board and into the sauce pot. I was used to seeing Angie topless, and normally that type of innocent, incidental contact would not have made that big an impact on me. In my sexually-focused state, however, I found it immediately arousing. I knew better than to think it meant anything to her — even if I had been female.

“Stand back,” Eddie said. Wearing only a chef’s apron, he cautiously carried the boiling spaghetti pot to the sink and poured the contents through a strainer. “This is perfectly el dente,” he said. “if your girlfriend doesn’t show up soon, we eat without her. I won’t put up with sticky, starchy pasta.”

“This sauce needs a few more minutes,” I replied. “And please don’t call her my girlfriend; I don’t even know her.”

Eddie took off the apron and laid it over a chair. “I have time for a quick shower, then.” He crossed nude to the stairs and dashed up.

I don’t even know her, I said once more to myself. I had already seen Dot nude. I had watched her diddle her clit. I had pushed my erect member deep into her pussy, felt her orgasm, and squirted my cum all over her belly. But I didn’t know her — not even in the least, really. I had fucked a stranger, something I could never say before. It was an odd realization, but not an uncomfortable one. In fact, it made my cock tingle. That made me somewhat anxious. Unlike my baggies, the khaki shorts I’d put on after my own canlı bahis shower wouldn’t do much to hide an erection now.

Just then, there was a rap on the screen door. “Hello?” came a cheery female voice. I immediately went to the door. Through the screen, Dot appeared to be dressed in a pair of denim bib overalls with a purple lycra jog bra under them.

“Hi, thanks for coming!” I said enthusiastically and opened the door. “Come in!”

As she stepped in, I realized that Dot was actually wearing a bib-style denim jumper. The hem of the skirt was not quite miniskirt-short, ending about half way down her chubby, tanned thighs. The strappy, purple sandals on her feet matched the tight-fitting tank top that restrained her ample bosom. She’d done her hair; the curls in her chestnut hair were much larger than when we’d met on the beach. She wore muted pink lipstick and just a hint of eye shadow. She smelled of rose petals and baby powder.

“Am I on time?” Dot asked politely.

“Your timing is perfect,” I said. “Dot, this is Angelina, she one of the mod— um, my friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Angelina said warmly. “Well, meet you again, I suppose.” She stepped over and gave Dot a polite hug. As they broke their embrace, Dot gestured to her topless mode. “Am I overdressed?” Dot asked shyly. “I had no idea how to dress. Or if to dress.”

“Oh god, I wasn’t thinking. I should’ve covered up,” Angie said. She reached for the white men’s dress shirt that she’d left draped over a chair.

“Why?” Dot laughed. “We met on a nude beach; we’ve all seen each other’s bodies. Hell, y’all watched me fuck! I can’t see much call for decorum at this point.”

The argument must have made sense to Angie. She continued to pull on the shirt but didn’t bother to button it. “Damn, I just love the way this girl thinks,” Angie said to me with a grin.

“You look perfect,” I said to Dot, trying to sound reassuring. I’d never seen her in clothes before, so I hadn’t known what to expect, but she really did look damned cute. Not just “cute for a fat chick,” either. Cute. Cuddly. Adorable. Sexy. Her broad, natural smile only added to the attraction. She was the kind of woman I hoped to fuck again, and soon.

Eddie came back downstairs wearing an oversized tank top and an ultra-short pair of cutoffs that displayed a good chunk of his ass. His hair was still wet. “Let’s eat!” he said enthusiastically.

Dot looked at the table. “You’re eating in here?” she asked. The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to respond. Dot pointed at the sliding glass door facing the beach. “We’ve got such a gorgeous evening right out there.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Eddie said emphatically. “I stay in resorts so often that I’ve begun to take places like this for granted. We need to make the most of every moment.” He grabbed the big bowl of pasta off the table with a flourish and headed out to the table on the deck. The rest of us scrambled behind him to collect the rest of the food and place settings. Once we had reset the table outside, Eddie brought out a couple of candles. We ate by their light as the light faded and dusk became darkness.

Over dinner, the three of us peppered Dot with an impolite number of questions. We learned that she was 28. She had spent her childhood in Northern California and her high school years in Corpus Christi. She now lived in Houston, where she worked for the motor vehicle bureau. This was the third summer in a row that she’d vacationed at our particular beach spot. I didn’t bother ask about a boyfriend back home; her earlier confession of long-term romantic deprivation was what prompted our exhibitionistic antics that afternoon.

By the time we were eating desert — a bag of store-bought chocolate-chip cookies — the small talk had dwindled. After a long pause, Dot blurted out, “Y’all think I’m some kinda slut, don’t ya? After today…”

“If what we did makes you’re a slut, what does that make me?” I asked.

Angie scoffed. “Please. I’ve probably slept with more men that you have.”

“I thought Bret said you were lesbian.”

“Yes, that’s precisely my point. Men aren’t who I usually sleep with, but I’ve been known to hop the fence now and then.”

“Wouldn’t that make you bisexual?”

Angie laughed. “I suppose technically I am. But from the time I was old enough to have sexual fantasies, they were about women. I guess I’m a lesbian because pretty girls are what makes me wet. But back to the point, I’m sure I’ve fucked around a lot more than you have, so you’re not a slut in my eyes. Although it really shouldn’t matter who calls you a slut or not.”

“I’m a total slut, and I don’t care who knows it.” Eddie proudly interjected. “Embracing your sluttiness can be quite liberating.”

Dot licked her finger, dabbed a couple of cookie crumbs off her place-mat, and put it back on her tongue. She did it just slow enough for it to be quite sensual. I wondered if that was a deliberate tease, but I guessed it wasn’t. “Yeah, bahis siteleri but don’t you sometimes just need a hard cock?” she asked Angie.

“I know I do,” Eddie said, again to nobody in particular. Angie ignored him.

“Dot, a girl can fill that craving with lots of other things.”

“Trust me,” Dot said, “I know all about that. Ninety-nine percent of my sex life is other things: fingers, dildos, vibrators; it’s just not the same.”

“I think it’s doing it yourself that makes it less satisfying. Have you ever let somebody else get you off with a dildo?”

Eddie started to clear the table. I didn’t offer to help. This was getting very interesting.

“No,” Dot said. “I haven’t. But I can see how that might — “

“Do you want to?” Angie interrupted.

Dot paused, but only for a second. “Here? Now? …YOU?”

“Only if you want.”

Dot shrugged. “I guess, um…” Then a mischievous grin spread across her face. “Why not? I’m game if you are.”

Angie immediately got up. “Come up to my room, then.”

Eddie carried the dishes inside to the kitchen.

Dot looked at me and the smile left her face. “Oh, that not cool, is it? You probably expected — “

I cut her off. “I had no expectations, Dot. And it doesn’t matter what I expected, anyway.”

“Can I borrow your new friend, Lover Boy?” Angie asked.

I looked straight at Dot. “You don’t owe me anything, Dot. We’re strangers, remember? You’re single; you’re your own woman. You do whatever you want.”

“Yeah, but it still feels wrong. You know, impolite,” Dot said.

“How about if we let him watch?” Angie suggested. “Would that be better?” She turned toward me. “You wouldn’t object to that arrangement, would you, Bret?”

“No, no. Not at all,” I stammered.

“Wait here,” Angie said. She ran inside and headed upstairs.

“She isn’t talking you into this, it she?” I asked seriously once Angie was gone. “She can be pretty aggressive.”

“Not at all. It’s pretty exciting,” Dot giggled. “I guess we’re doing it out here?”

“Would you rather go inside?”

Dot looked back at me. By the flickering candlelight, I could tell her warm smile was back. “Actually, no, I don’t think so. It’s too beautiful a night.” I instinctively looked out over the deck rail, toward the beach. A crescent moon was just rising over the horizon to the east. The slight breeze off the water was still warm and humid on my bare chest. “I love being outdoors,” Dot continued. “I will just have to remember to keep my volume down.”

I flashed back to Dot’s enthusiastic shouts of ecstasy while I was fucking her on the beach. It gave my cock a twinge, which felt awkward. Yes, I had been hoping to fuck her again. How could I not? But as we sat silently, taking in the beauty of the island night as we waited for Angie’s return, it occurred to me that watching her orgasm at the hands of another woman would not be an unwelcome consolation.

“My, my. Two fantasies in one day,” Dot finally said, looking up at the clear night sky.

“You’ve fantasized about doing it with a woman?” I asked.

“Who hasn’t?” she asked incredulously. “It’s amazing how many erotic romance novels include lesbian encounters. Novels intended for straight chicks, I mean. I think all women must find sappho-eroticism pretty hot.”

Sappho-eroticism. I chuckled inwardly at her casual use of the sophisticated term. She was truly the well-read bookworm she claimed to be. Her obvious intelligence just made me more attracted to her.

Angie came back out holding a thick, realistically-shaped rubber dong and a slightly shorter, thinner vibrator. She dropped them onto a chaise lounge on the other end of the deck. “Okay, girlie, get comfortable. Doctor Angie is going to make you feel alright.”

Dot crossed over to the lounger. She tugged on her jumper’s suspenders. “Take this off?” she asked.

“Do whatever you want,” Angie said.

Dot unclipped the straps and let the denim bib drop to her waist. She unbuttoned the sides of the jumper and shimmied out of the skirt, causing her big mounds to jiggle within the stretchy confines of her bra top. Her skirt dropped to the deck, revealing a totally bare ass and pussy.

“You’ve been commando under that skirt all evening?” Angie said playfully.

“Well, with an ass like this, I never know what to wear. A thong just highlights how much ass cleavage I have. A Brazilian cut is never comfortable. A full-coverage panty is huge and makes me feel like an old maid. It’s easier and more pleasant to just go without.”

“I should have paid closer attention!” I said.

“Well, you can see it all pretty plainly now, can’t you?” Dot giggled. She stuck her butt out a little and jiggled her ample cheeks. I felt my cock twitch. I wanted to grab her, bend her over, and take her from behind right then.

“Enough about him,” Angie said. “This is about you. And take that top off; I will need to suck those nipples for the full effect.”

bahis şirketleri “Oh, I love having my nipples sucked!” Dot said enthusiastically.

“How delightful,” Angie said. Dot pulled her jog bra over her head. Even before she’d tossed it away, Angie was reaching for Dot’s big breasts, first cupping them, then jiggling them. “Gorgeous jugs,” she said appreciatively, pinching her nipples erect. Before long, Angie was sucking them, biting them, pushing them together and running her tongue down Dot’s cleavage.

Dot sighed. “That’s heavenly.”

Angie straightened up. “Lie back, dear,” she said.

Dot reclined on the lounger. Angie guided her legs open and knelt between them. Without a moment’s pause, she leaned down and pressed her mouth onto Dot’s sex. Dot looked at me with a silent expression of amazement, her mouth slightly open. She seemed to be expressing a bit of giddy disbelief over what she was allowing to happen. Angie went down on Dot for some time. In the dim light, I couldn’t make out exactly what Angie was doing; I imagined her kissing and sucking Dot’s swollen clit, twirling her tongue over Dot’s thick pussy lips, and running it deeply up and down her slit. Dot was soon lying back with her eyes closed, basking in the fleshly pleasure she was receiving from a woman skilled in the practice of cunnilingus. Eventually, she began breathing heavier and moaning. “Ohhh. Ohhh. OOOOooooh.”

Angie sat up. Without a word, she reached for the vibrator, turned it on, and placed it on Dot’s clit. Dot jumped slightly, then began grinning more intensely. “Oh, that feels so good,” Dot said, “So beautiful.”

Angie motioned to me and pointed to Dot’s breasts. I didn’t need more encouragement than that. I got up and knelt next to Dot. I took one nipple into my mouth while I pinched the other one. Dot’s eyes popped open, startled by my touch. “Oh, wow, okay,” she said.

“Is this alright?” I asked. “I can go sit back down.”

“Shut up, idiot,” Angie said. Dot nodded and closed her eyes again.

After a while I heard the buzz of the vibrator change. I glanced closer to see Angie working the big dildo into Dot’s slit. Once it was fully inserted, she went back to vibe-ing her sex button, but now with the added sensation of a thick dong sliding in and out of her vagina.

“Oh MY!” Dot squealed.

“Just lay back and enjoy, Sister,” Angie said. I bent down and took her nipple back into my mouth.

Dot began panting and gyrating. As several more hedonistic minutes passed, her breathing became deeper, her involuntary squirms more rapid and pronounced. Clearly, the wave of passion she was riding was continuing to build. Soon I was hearing the sloppy sounds of a dripping-wet pussy with every stroke of the dildo’s rubber shaft. Her orgasm couldn’t be too far off now.

Unexpectedly, Dot grabbed her breasts and squeezed her mounds, pushing her nipples up toward me. I pinched both her nipples as hard as I could imagine being enjoyable. “Mmmmmm, yeahhhhhhhh…” was all she could utter through clenched teeth. I began tugging hard on her tits and rolling her stiff nipples roughly between my fingers and thumbs. “OH FUCK!” she suddenly yelled. “Awwwwww! AWWWWWW!” I looked down between her legs. Angie was vigorously sliding the dildo in and and out, shoving it deep into Dot’s pussy. The tip of the vibrator was still pushed hard against her clit, buzzing wildly. “FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUU — ” her exclamation went suddenly silent as she held her breath and noiselessly convulsed with ecstasy. She came for what seemed an eternity. “Oh fu — ” she would attempt to spit out, only to be silenced by another peak of pleasure. Angie sure knew how to work over a girl’s pussy, I thought.

Angie finally relented and pulled the vibrator away from Dot’s clit.

Dot exhaled and drew a huge breath. “Hooooo!” she gasped.

“Now, was that better than doing it yourself?” Angie asked as she pulled the dildo out of Dot’s pussy.

“Damn straight it was!” Dot said with a laugh.

“Was it as good as a man’s cock?” Angie went on to ask.

“Boy, I’m not sure,” Dot said. She slid her hand over her own quivering pussy. “Don’t get me wrong, that was awesome, but…” She looked at me. “I might need to do a side-by-side comparison.”

“Damn, girl!” Angie exclaimed. “Still want more? You don’t mess around.”

She looked at me eye-to-eye. “I want more. Keep it goin’. I want your cock. Fuck me.”

I wasted no time pulling off my shorts. As soon as I was nude, Dot reached for my rod and drew me close to her lips. I was already well past half erect, so a blow job was hardly necessary. By the time she drew my tip into her mouth, my cock was rock-hard. I could have let her massage me with her tongue and suck on my shaft all evening, but the idea of quickly plunging it deep into her squidgy, freshly-pleasured pussy had captured my imagination. I pulled away and crawled on top of her. Her soft, ample curves were damp with sweat in the humid night air. I positioned my cock head at her opening and pushed. Thanks to her gushing orgasm and the big dildo, I slid in effortlessly. Her interior was incredibly hot, like walking into a Turkish bath. The feeling was pleasurable and erotic beyond description.

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I have always considered myself to be straight. However, at the end of a party at my brother’s house the other night, we got talking about past sexual experiences/encounters. The majority of stories were tame but my sister in law Lisa’s tale was quite horny.

She relayed to all (about 10 close friends) the story of the first time a man came in her mouth. She told us how they were necking in his car and he had freed her more than ample tits from the confines of her bra (she is now a GG cup!!) She was relishing in the attention he was giving to her tits as they are super-sensitive and she can be brought to orgasm just by playing with those massive mounds! He moved her hand down to his crotch and, for the first time, she felt a hard cock under the material.

Unzipping him and fishing out his turgid member, she marvelled at the intense heat emanating from her handful. Stroking him gently she looked at his face only to see an expression of complete rapture there. His manipulation of her tits was bringing her close, as was the experience of having her first stiff cock in her hand.

Without warning, he forced himself up in his seat and offered his cock to her lips. Being a novice and not knowing what to do she opened her mouth wide to allow him access. He coached her in the fine art of cock sucking and soon she was rolling her tongue round the shiny head and feeling quite comfortable bahis firmaları as he tried to push his cock down her throat. By using her hand to stop him from choking her, she would only allow so much of his cock in to her mouth. His breathing quickened and, suddenly she felt his cock throb and then tasted the warm, salty fluid rushing from the cock in her mouth. As if by instinct she swallowed the lot, not a drop escaped!

He didn’t return the favour, just fastened his trousers and took her home as he promised his wife he wouldn’t be long taking the babysitter home!

I was struggling to hide my erection after this story because, if the truth be known, I have always had the hots for my sister-in-law, what with her big tits, her cock-sucking lips and now the knowledge that she swallows, I was looking at Lisa in a different light!

It now came round to my turn to tell a story and I took a deep breath and relayed an incident that occurred over 30 years ago and, until now, was known about by only two people, not even my wife knew about it before tonight!

Being a young engineering apprentice did not allow the luxury of my own car and the buses from our village were very erratic. As a result of this, hitch-hiking was the only practical way to get to and from college. The best place to get a lift was at the top of a hill next to the Fire Station and it was always a race to get out kaçak iddaa of college and up to this favourite point.

On this particular day I was a little slow and was beaten to the spot by a fellow student. However, it didn’t take him long to get a lift and soon it was my turn. A few vehicles passed by and I was beginning to lose hope when a nice BMW slowed to a halt just past me. I ran to the car and asked the middle aged driver if he was going my way, to which he replied “partly”. Part the way is better than none so I climbed in.

After a mile or so he indicated that there were some porn mags in the glove box if I wanted to have a look. I was a horny 18 year old male, of course I wanted to have a look! These mags were harder than anything I’d ever seen and I soon got quite a hard-on. He must have spotted this because, suddenly, he reached across and started stroking my cock through my trousers. I knew this wasn’t right but it felt so very nice and I let him continue. When he asked me to unzip my trousers I complied without giving it a thought. This allowed him access to my now naked cock which he stroked expertly whilst driving along. Before long I was feeling the urge to shoot my load and reluctantly asked him to stop stroking, otherwise I would have made a mess.

He did as he was asked but suddenly turned up a lane which led to the local woodland. I was curious about his intentions kaçak bahis but by no means worried. As we pulled up in a small parking area he got out of the car and came round to the passenger door and opened it. He asked me to get out and stand next to the door, he then unfastened my belt and my trousers dropped to the floor. He went down on to his knees and began stroking my now painfully hard cock. A warm, wet sensation caused me to look down for the first time, only to see my cock disappearing into his mouth. I had never experienced pleasure like this before, not even with a girl, and found myself on the brink of cumming very quickly. He must have sensed this and took my cock right down his throat and, at the same time stuck his finger up my arse! I have never cum with such ferocity before or since and my legs immediately turned to jelly!

After a short pause he looked up at me and asked if I had enjoyed the experience to which the answer was a resounding YES. He stood up, allowed me to dress myself and then, with no further words or contact, took me home!

My revelations caused an uneasy silence when I had finished, as if people couldn’t believe it was the truth. When we got home and were in bed, my wife asked me to re-tell the story as she got so turned on whilst listening at the party. As I re-told the story, she sucked my cock and timed it so that as I was cumming in the stranger’s mouth, I was cumming in hers, surreal!

I have never seen him from that day to this but my one and only gay experience will stay with me forever, or shall I go for a repeat now that I have revived my curiosity?

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