Two months had passed since getting my mom into the Bearstein’s Country Club. She was happy to be amount women with large breasts just like her. I was also happy to be around those women. Especially Cathy’s daughters, Shelly and Penny.

My mom had gone away for the weekend and Shelly invited me up to her campus for the weekend. I wasn’t about to turn that down. I remember the first time that I met Shelly. She wasn’t a beauty queen but had some huge 32FFF tits. She had freckles and firey red hair, which I remembered swinging all over the place during our fucking session. How I couldn’t wait to get my hands back on her breasts for the entire weekend.

I got on the first flight to Wyoming and made it to the Preston University by nightfall. Shelly was waiting for me at her dorm room 202. The dorm was pretty large so I had trouble finding my way around. Once I finally found her dorm room, I knocked on it a few times and hear a voice.

“Come in?” said the squeaky voice.

I entered the room and saw Shelly sitting up in her bed I presumed, wearing nothing but a tiny thin top tank, which came down only to her nipples, leaving the bottom halves of her monstrous hooters bare and thin cotton panties.

“Hello Andrew. I’m so glad that you could make it,” Shelly said in a lustful voice.

I dropped my bags and immediately began undressing. After I was down to my boxers, I closed the door behind me and Shelly and I fucked like wild animals in heat.

I had Shelly in all different positions, sliding my enormous cock in and out of her moist pussy. Shelly was moaning, screaming, and grunting uncontrollably. She even squealed like a pig a few times reaching her climax.

As I had Shelly on all fours and thrusting my throbbing meat between her widely open cunt, her dorm room door opened up and Shelly and I paused for a minute. Shelly’s gothic friend Monica had entered the room and caught us fucking. She had a couldn’t believe I walked into this kind of look on her dove white face.

Shelly and I were both sweating hard and exhausted as we continued our stare down with Monica.

“Um… Hi Shelly. I didn’t know you had… company,” Monica said.

“Monica. This is Andrew. Andrew, this is Monica my roommate,” Shelly introduced us, as her massive tits finally started settling down from all the swaying and flopping underneath her.

“Oh! So you’re the Andrew that Shelly has been talking about,” Monica questioned.

“She has been talking about me?” I asked, still in the doggie-style formation with Shelly’s round bubble ass seating on my crotch.

“Yes I have. I told her how great of a lover you are and that you took my virginity two months ago,” Shelly explained.

Shelly reached down to her drenched pussy and pulled my monstrous dick from the slit and dropped forward onto her bed, being cushioned by her pillowy melons.

“Holy Shit!” said a stunned Monica, getting a look at my pussy-juiced glistening cock. “That thing is humongous!”

“I told you,” Shelly said in a begging voice.

Shelly and I sat up in the bed, stilling trying to catch our breaths. Monica started moving closer to us, with her black lipstick-coated mouth nearly hanging to the floor. My giant wet cock was pointing straight up at her. Shelly looked at me and spouted a huge smiled.

“Go head Monica. Touch it,” Shelly urged her.

Monica was still dumbfounded about the size of my member. She hesitated but slowly reached down with her black fingernail-painted hands for my dick. She gripped it tight around the base and realized that not all of my cock could fit in her one hand.

“GOSH! I need two hands to hold this big thing,” Monica exclaimed, as she wrapped her other hand around my dick and holding it like a slippery baseball bat. “Look at the head! It’s throbbing red and it’s huge!”

“Don’t be afraid Monica. It doesn’t bite. I bet Andrew does though,” teased a naked and wet Shelly, with her enormous breasts jiggling with her movements.

Monica kneeled down before me and her head was leveled at my dick. Her eyes were staring hard at my immense cock like she was trying to burn a hole through it. Slowly, Monica lowered her face and opened Kınık Escort her mouth up. She engulfed my massive swollen cockhead first. Monica slowly and lightly began sucking on it and used her tongue to swirl circles around it.

“Ohhhhh! That’s it Monica. Suck my pussy juices off his big dick,” urged Shelly, as she lightly probed Monica’s shoulder length dark reddish hair with her fingers.

I began moaning lightly and whimpering. Feeling Monica’s wet tongue and moist mouth working my dick. Monica began moving down my veiny thick shaft with her mouth, forming a massive O with her mouth to move further down on my dick. She could taste Shelly’s sweet juices and smell her pussy aroma all over my cock.

Shelly had parted her legs and began rubbing her moist clitoris with her fingers and moaning lightly. The sounds of Monica sucking and slurping my cock were trying Shelly on. I turned my head and looked at Shelly. I reached up and put my hands on the back of Shelly’s head and lowered her facedown to my sweaty and hairy crotch as well. Shelly was slurping the bottom part of my cock while Monica had the top part between her lips and sucking me dry.

“Oh God!” I was moaning and repeated it several times.

I parted my legs further out and curled my bare toes. Both Monica and Shelly were sucking my cock like one giant Popsicle. Monica was moving her mouth up and down on one side of my cock, while Shelly had the other side, sucked up between her full lips. The slurping and sucking sounds got louder and so did my moaning.

Shelly moved her lips down to my heavy hanging balls and began bathing them with her tongue. Lapping up and down at my giant testicles and jiggling them on the tip of her tongue. I felt Monica sliding her mouth over half my dick and sucking savagely. Saliva poured out of her mouth and dripped onto my wet balls, which Shelly sucked on, one by one and tasting Monica’s saliva.

Monica pulled her mouth off my slobbery cock and began jerking it with one hand, while rubbing my chest with the other.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Monica moaned to me. “I want you inside me.”

Still on her knees, Monica released my cock and pulled her black XL Metallica shirt over her head, revealing some huge breasts encased in a black lacy bra.

“Andrew loves big titties. Don’t you Andrew?” Shelly teased, while alternating from one huge testicle to the next.

“Well he’s in luck Shelly. Though my 32DDD’s are nowhere near your mountainous chest Shelly, I haven’t gotten any complaints about my size,” said Monica, as she unfastened her bra from behind and let it drop to the floor.

Her large hanging pale breasts trembled and wobbled out of their cups. The areolas were small and light pink while her nipples were big and pink. My fingers immediately captured her two big pink nipples. I tugged and pinched her nipples, sending chills through Monica’s body. Her nipples became fully harden after I played with them. I grabbed the rest of her fleshy pillows and kneaded them. Feeling her flesh sinking through my long fingers and her hard nipples pressed hard against my sweaty palms.

“You’ve got a very nice grip,” Monica commented me. “Now let me show you mines.”

Monica parted her big tits and pressed her chest up against my meaty dick. She then brought her tits back to her chest and wrapped them around my dick.

“Wow! The head still sticks out between my tits,” Monica said astonished.

Monica bounced her massive melons up and down my cock. The bottoms of her breasts repeatedly smacked against my thighs, making loud smacking noises. Shelly had stopped sucking my balls and wrapped her lips around my cockhead. The tops of Monica’s thrusting breasts bounced against Shelly’s chin.

“Ohhhhhh GOD! I love this big juicy cock between my tits. OHHHH!” cried Monica, increasing her thrusting to my dick.

Shelly released my cockhead from her lips and hovered over it with her gargantuan jugs. Shelly began swinging her tits back and forth against my cockhead. Her bullet like nipples poked into the tops of Monica’s fleshy jugs as they bounced up and down in my crotch.

I just lied back and moaned my heart out. This Kınık Escort Bayan was too much for me. I was ready to unload on both of their breasts.

Shelly stopped darling her breasts over my cockhead and sat up to lock lips with me. Our tongues plowed in and out of each other’s mouths. Monica released my cock from behind her big tits and stood up to undress the rest of her body. She kicked off her boots and pulled down her tight leather jeans. She stood in front of Shelly and I in a black thong with a spider covering her pussy and black socks. She did a little spin so I could see her round firm pale ass.

Shelly and I continued French kissing as she gripped my cock in her hands and began stroking it. Monica was back on her knees and suckled at my balls.

“Hey Monica! Why don’t you hop onto Andrew’s huge dick and let him take you for a ride?” Shelly suggested.

Both Monica and Shelly stood up. Shelly moved behind Monica and pulled down her black thong over her feet. Monica’s snatch was hairy and dripping wet with her juices. Monica climbed up onto the bed, standing on her feet and lowered her drenched cunt upon my cockhead.

“Ohhhh! It might not fit,” whimpered Monica. “His cockhead alone is huge.”

“Maybe we need to lube him up some more,” Shelly suggested.

Shelly got onto her knees and sucked on my hard throbbing shaft. She Coated it with her saliva so Monica could ease down onto it. While sucking my pulsing shaft, Shelly looked up and watched as Monica’s tight cunt began sliding down my thick pole. Juices from Monica’s pussy dripped down my shaft and Shelly licked her juices up.

“Mmmmmm Monica. You taste pretty good,” Shelly commented.

Shelly moved her tongue up and lapped at Monica’s open wet womb as it slided down my big dick.

“Ohhhhh Shell! OHHHHHH!” moaned Monica.

I grabbed Monica’s huge jutting tits and held onto them for leverage as her wet pussy finally impaled itself onto my large throbbing branch.

“Ahhhhh! Oh GOD! It’s all the way IN ME! UHHHH it hurts! Oh God it hurts!” cried Monica, with her pussy fully stuffed with my enormous dick.

Shelly’s face was still between my thighs and sucked Monica’s swollen pussy.

Monica began lifting herself up and down on my dick slowly, feeling my hard meat tearing apart her tiny pussy. My huge balls were squished between Monica’s ass and my thighs.

“Geeees Monica! You’re getting more stuffed then that cheesy ass Taco Bell commercial about the big value meal,” joked Shelly.

I pushed my cock all the way up Monica’s pussy. Her round pale ass bounced off my dark thighs as we fucked. She screamed and moaned like a mad woman. Monica literally pulled at her hair, trying to ease the pain. Her moist hairy pussy was completely clamped down on my huge meat rod.

“AHHHHH FUCK! Oh fuck! Oh Fuck fuck! Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuck!” moaned Monica, as she grabbed onto my shoulders and had an earth shattering orgasm. I could feel her first wave of cum soaking my cock and balls.

I pulled Monica’s sweaty body closer to mines, feeling her huge wet melons sliding up and down my chest while my cock thrusted in and out of her cum-drenched pussy like a jackhammer.

“Oh yeah Andrew. Fuck her. Fuck her hard Andrew!” egged on Shelly.

My huge balls flopped against Monica’s jiggling ass and I moved my hands down and squeezed her delicious pale cheeks.

Shelly kneeled beside us with a huge smile on her face.

“You know Andrew, her boyfriend Snake had never fucked her like this before. His cock isn’t nearly the size of your tree trunk,” Shelly gloated.

I could barely hear what Shelly was saying because my head was swallowed up between Monica’s huge bouncing boobs, kissing and licking away at her salty and sweaty cleavage. All I could hear were Monica’s tits beating the hell out of my head and smacking upon my shoulders.

I lifted Monica up and lied her down on the bed without removing my thrusting tool. I held her legs apart and up in the air. I resumed drilling her hairy snatch. Monica held onto her bouncing breasts as I saw the pain in her face from my massive meat stuffed between her pink folds.

Shelly Escort Kınık lowered her wet cunt on Monica’s face. Monica’s mouth immediately sucked and licked at Shelly’s pussy. Shelly grabbed Monica’s legs and held them for me while I gripped Monica’s glistening thighs and pounded her cunt harder and faster.

“That’s it Andrew. Break that pussy open. Rid her a new pussy hole!” urged Shelly, riding on top of Monica’s face.

Monica’s tongue was buried deep between Shelly’s pussy lips as my cock was buried deep between Monica’s. Both girls started having orgasms and Monica tossed Shelly off her face.

“OHHHH GOD I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! Ahhhhhhh!” Monica cried, releasing her sweet pussy cum down onto my thrusting cock and bouncing balls once again.

I gave Monica’s cunt a few long and hard thrusts, ramming my cock nearly up her throat. Monica came again for the third time.

I pulled my cum-dripping cock from Monica’s pussy and Shelly laid on top of Monica in a 69 position. Shelly sucked all of Monica’s cum off my shinny cock. Monica’s face was buried once again in Shelly’s snatch. Smelling Shelly’s sweet pussy aroma while Shelly’s tasted Monica’s pussy juices on my cock.

“Hey! What’s going on here?” we heard a voice near the door say.

Shelly dropped my cock from her mouth and sat up.

“Hey Snake!” Shelly greeted.

“Snake?” I questioned.

“SNAKE!” shouted Monica from between Shelly’s thighs.

Monica sat up with her face dripping in cum, sweat rolled down her big titties, and her pussy lips very swollen and puffy from my assault.

“Monica?” Snake questioned. “What’s going on here?”

Snake wasn’t a big guy so I could take him if he wanted a fight. He kind of resembled the lead singer of Simply Plan but had a black Mohawk, wore purple eye shadow and a lot skinnier.

“Listen Snake! I can explain….” Monica said, as she was cut off my Snake’s amazing discovery.

“Look at the size of his cock,” Snake said in awe.

“Yeah Snake! Andrew is a very big fella. His giant dick nearly crippled Monica and myself,” Shelly teased, as she grabbed my huge cock in both hands and stroked it. “Don’t you want to touch it Snake?”

I immediately looked down at Shelly in disgust.

“I’m not gay Shelly,” I told her.

“And neither is Snake. He’s bisexual curious,” replied Monica.

The next thing I knew, Snake kneeled between my legs and stared at my dick, dripping with saliva and pussy juices.

“May I?” Snake looked up and asked me.

Of course I was about to say no until Shelly butted in again.

“Of course Snake. It tastes good,” Shelly implied.

Snake had wrapped his large lips around my swollen cockhead. This was a first for me, having another guy’s mouth around my cock. I wasn’t about to let this go any further then a blowjob.

Shelly and Monica stood behind me on their knees while Monica’s boyfriend Snake pleasured my monster dick with his mouth and tongue. I could feel Snake’s fat tongue as it rolled around on my cockhead and the shaft. Snake could taste Monica’s pussy on my cock. He grabbed my buttocks and pulled me closer to him. He crammed his mouth with my mammoth prick.

“Mmmm! Snake loves big dicks,” Monica said, as she grabbed my giant balls and bounced them in her palms.

My balls bounced off Snake’s chin as he moved further down my thick shaft. I looked up at the ceiling and moaned. Shelly and Monica decided to suck on my rock hard nipples. Snake sucking on my dick and the girls sucking on my nipples was too overwhelming for me.

“Here I cum!” I exclaimed.

Snake had his mouth fully wrapped around my huge dick. I blasted an enormous load of hot cum down his throat and I could hear him swallowing every bit of it. He pulled my cock from between his gooey lips and stroked me for the second load. I blasted my second load across his face. Snake had his tongue out, trying to catch my thick jizz in his mouth. My third, fourth, and fifth loads blasted across his face and into his Mohawk.

Snake stood up and took a step backwards. I started breathing normally again.

“We have the whole weekend to enjoy ourselves,” said a joyful Shelly.

The rest of the weekend was a fuck feast. Snake and I took turns fucking Shelly and Monica in every position possible. Every now and then I would allow Snake to suck my cock since he was so good at it.

The weekend at Preston University will be one I’ll never forget.

It started early Sunday morning on Memorial Day weekend when I got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. We were renting a beach house in the Outer Banks and I was really thirsty from the veggie pizza we had for dinner. I slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen. I heard the living room TV on and assumed the two girls had come back late from their meet up with the boys they earlier teased at the beach, watched some TV and had left it on. I caught a glimpse of the TV from the space between the kitchen and living room and it looked like a Skinamax late night soft porn was playing.

I kept going past the kitchen to turn off the TV, caught sight of movement on the couch and stopped. I saw my girlfriend’s eighteen-year-old daughter Maria, laying on her back, eyes closed, and her blonde friend Anna was on top of her, had pushed up Maria’s top and was sucking Maria’s firm, perky, B-cup tits. Maria was whispering quietly and making little “mmmm” sounds as Anna worked her mouth over those hard, perky nipples. Both girls were into it and I stayed rooted at the edge of the room watching Anna suck on Maria’s perfectly firm tits. Anna also had a hand between the two of them and was rubbing herself or maybe Maria. It was pretty damn hot to see the two of them having a little girl-on-girl action. Maria had long, gel-manicured nails like her mom and was running them through Anna’s blonde hair when suddenly Maria opened her eyes and focused them on me.

“Oh my god!” Maria said. And tried to push Anna off her.

“He’s been here for a minute or more. Watching us. It’s ok.” Anna said and held Maria down and sucked on her nipple again.

“It’s not ok. He’s mom’s boyfriend.” Maria hissed.

“Shush girl. I’m sure he’s seen two girls having fun before.” Anna giggled and took a big slurp on Maria’s nipple. “Let him perv us for a little bit. It makes me really wet. Lets give him a bit more of a show. Then he can go wake up your mom and give it to her good.” Anna said lightly as she reached behind herself and tugged her green miniskirt hem up over her ass cheeks and bared her thong-covered, ultra firm and small teen ass before sliding further down Maria’s body, pushing Maria’s short skirt up and tugging her bright pink thong aside. I had seen both of them earlier today in revealing bikinis, but Anna’s slim ass and sleek, cross-country trained legs looked even better with her platform wedges still on and that little skirt up around her waist.

“God no.” Maria said as she struggled to push Anna off her, but Anna stayed put, used her wiry body like a wrestler, held Maria’s hips down, pushed her head low and burrowed her tongue between Anna’s thighs. Maria stopped struggling a few moments after, and spread her legs even wider, giving Anna full access. I slowly realized Anna must have known Maria would stop struggling and let her go down on her. I was quickly figuring out who called the shots between them and I wondered if Maria was like her mom.

Maria looked right at me. “You can’t tell her.” she said, meaning I couldn’t tell her mom.

“He won’t.” Anna quipped. “Not if he wants to see this again.” and Anna pulled her thong aside and spread her pussy open with her fingers for only me to see. Maria thought Anna meant them together, but I had the feeling that Anna meant that and her pink, juicy pussy that she spread wide open with her long, canary yellow nails and looked so damn good.

“Look, he’s rock hard.” Anna said and made sure Maria looked at my underwear bulge.

“Oh, you are terrible. Making me look at my mom’s boyfriend’s package.” Maria said as she humped her hips against Anna’s probing, caressing fingers.

“You said you thought he was hot.” Anna divulged and then buried her tongue into Maria’s shaved pussy.

“Oh my god!.” and I knew Maria was embarrassed at this revelation and at the same time getting her clit slurped ny the sounds coming from Anna’s mouth. I stepped a bit further into the room to get a better view and watched as Maria had her thighs pushed apart into a T shape by Anna’s slim fingers and Anna face-dove into Maria’s wet delight.

“Ohhh, god. You are so bad.” Maria whispered as Anna licked and sucked. Anna seemed to know what Maria liked and I wondered how long the two of them had been doing this.

“Come closer.” Anna urged.

“God no. He’s already seen too much.” Maria pleaded. “Go back to bed. Please?”

“Watch this Mr. G. She thrashes about when she cums.” Anna said and patted the foot stool with her hand, an obvious invitation to move five feet closer and have a ringside seat. I crept closer and sat on the edge of the footstool and Anna quickly reached out with her left hand and gave my bulge a quick squeeze.

“He’s big. Your mom’s boyfriend has a nice-sized tool.” Anna said.

“Anna, stop.” Maria said and then started moaning as Anna pushed her fingers deep into Maria’s snug little pussy and finger fucked her good.

“Listen, I’ll grab his cock and suck it and ignore your needy little pussy right Pancar Escort now if you don’t stop complaining. I know you think he’s hot. You told me so again on the beach today. So look at his damn cock.” Anna hissed. “Show it to her, Mr. G. Show her the cock that her mom gets to suck.” Anna said.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I did. I took my hand and pulled my cock from the waistband of my boxer briefs and showed both girls my circumsized dick.

“Looks yummy Mr. G. Doesn’t it Maria? She thinks you are hot, Mr. G. I do too, but Maria has a big, teenaged, heart-hurting crush on her Mom’s boyfriend. Don’t you Maria? She told me when she hears you fucking her mom, she wishes she was getting fucked by your tool.”

Maria was still silent, Anna had her fingers buried inside Maria’s pussy and Maria was close to cumming.

“Tell him. Or I’m going to suck your mom’s boyfriend’s cock. And he will cheat on your mom and fuck your friend’s mouth and cum on my face while you watch.” Anna said.

“Oh fuck. Yes. I have a crush on you.” Maria said.

“Good girl. Now cum while he watches.” Anna said and dove into Maria’s pussy and spun the secret padlock dial code quickly and unlocked Maria’s orgasm. Maria did shudder and shake and came like an earthquake. Anna whispered “shhhhh” to remind Maria to stay quiet and I watched Maria cum the exact same way that Maria’s mom, Carmen came when I got her off like this. It was like a time machine, like watching a young Carmen cum from Anna’s expert touch.

“Thanks Mr. G. Now you can go back to bed. Unless you want Maria to see me slobber all over that big cock and beg you to fuck me.” Anna said with a smile.

“Tempting, but not tonight, Anna.” I said.

“Ok Mr. G. I think Maria and I have seen enough of that yummy cock to pretend we are getting fucked by it for the rest of the weekend.”

I reluctantly left them and slipped back into bed, completely forgetting my water. I got back up, got a sip of room temperature water from the bathroom sink and laid back down. I had disturbed Carmen, getting up and then down again and she rolled into my side and I slid my hand to her perfectly round, fake, 34DD tit and gave it a squeeze. Her hand ran down my stomach and found my cock already stiff.

“Someone had a good dream.” She purred as she gently ran her fingers along the shaft and then caressed my balls gently with her long nails. “I hope I was part of your dream.” She said as she softly kissed my neck with her pouty, soft lips.

“Can I help you get back to sleep? I know you can’t sleep with this.” She teased, using our little private joke that got her lips onto my cock so many nights..

“Yes baby. Help me sleep.” I said as I ran my fingers through her long, dark brown hair and felt her head go under the sheet and her lips make a kissing trail to the head of my cock. She took me in her mouth and I groaned and pushed down on the top of her head. She knew what I wanted, to be engulfed, and she took me deeper. After watching Anna and Maria, I needed Carmen’s mouth down all the way. She took me deep then slowly withdrew her lips from it and kissed the tip lightly.

“Must have been a very dirty dream. Did you have a harem?” She teased and then swirled her tongue around the helmet and took the head back in her warm mouth. I heard and saw movement outside the bedroom door and saw the hallway light shadowed under the door. Someone or two someones were outside the door, listening.

“Fuck! Soooo good baby. Feels so good in your mouth.” I said in a loud whisper.

Carmen paused and giggled, “baby, keep it down, don’t wake the girls.”.

“They are dead asleep, I looked in on them.” I sort of lied, and pushed on the back of her head, causing her lips to sink deep onto my shaft and her tongue to rub against the underside of my cock.

“Suck my big cock baby. You have such a sweet mouth.” I said, hoping I was loud enough for the girls standing outside to hear.

“Fuck your girl’s mouth, Papi. Fuck it with your big, strong cock” Carmen urged, slipping into her Latina slang as I grabbed hard onto her round, bolted-on tits that she was so proud to show off in skin-tight tops and little bikini triangles. squeezed them hard and tugged on her nipples as she bobbed deeply on my steel-hardened shaft.

“Love these big tits baby. You have perfect tits. Uhhhh.” I said, tugging on her nipples harder as she washed her tongue back and forth along the underside of my cock and held the head of my cock deep within her mouth. I was close, but knowing the girls were just outside the door, I wanted to make it last and for them to hear who was the boss in the bedroom. I gripped a handful of her dark hair and tugged up on her head gently, watching and feeling her lips slide up the shaft of my cock. I held her head steady when her lips reached the corona and she tongued the head and sucked on the tip, repeatedly hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard on it. She had been a good cocksucker from the Pancar Escort Bayan first time we hooked up. That was the night we first met after being introduced to each other at a charity event by Jenna, the charity chapter President. I was drawn to Carmen’s sexy style and took her home that night. She admitted that first night that she had a bit of an ‘oral fixation’ as she put it while she was unzipping my pants and extracting my cock from my underwear.

She was even better at giving me blowjobs now that we had been together a while and she knew exactly what I liked most. I held onto her head and let her focus on the helmet of my cock because she was especially skilled at using her lips and tongue to love that sensitive end. An orally fixated girl was a perfect fit for me, a guy who thought that being sucked was hotter and more intimate than intercourse.

I I knew I would cum soon if I didn’t take a pause and I also knew what might show the girls outside how easily Carmen agreed to my demands. I pulled her by the hair a bit more until the tip of my dick popped from her pouty lips. She grabbed the base and lightly slapped the tip against her cheek as she looked up.

“I wanna fuck my Carmen slut.” I said, looking into her brown eyes. She nodded, still looking at me. “Did you bring some shoes?” I asked, knowing she always brought a couple pairs of platform pumps on any trip we took and had even worn one pair to the pizza restaurant we all went to for dinner.

It was nearly 2AM but Carmen was ready to play along. “Yes Papi. You want me to find them and wear them for you? So you can fuck your Carmen slut with her shoes on, don’t you Papi?” she cooed. Besides her perfect tits, the next thing I noticed about Carmen when I first met her were the shoes she was standing in. They were silver pumps with enormously high stiletto heels and two and a half inch platform soles. I didn’t know it at the time but it was her favorite look, big, skyscraper heels, usually with 1-3″ platforms. I learned later that she wore them because she felt tall and sexy and hot in them. And her legs were her best natural feature and seemingly made just for wearing shoes like that. Her stems were long, lean and a light to medium brown color, depending on her level of tan. She wore platform pumps with the casual ease of a pole dancer and had just the right ‘walk’ for stiletto heels.

She scurried off the bed and dug into her suitcase and held up two pairs, I pointed at the brand new ones that just came from ShoeDazzle, plaid cloth covered pumps that looked like the Burberry plaid pattern but with predominantly red, with black and pink. Schoolgirl colors. She smiled as she set them down on the carpet, stepped into them and got back up on the bed and stuck her feet right at me.

“Can you buckle them, Papi?” She said with a mischievous grin as I took the delicate strap of the Mary-Jane detailing and buckled the thin strap over her forefoot and then did the same with the other. She turned around, kneeling on the bed, heels behind her, ass up, head down and put her hand between her legs and spread open her snug, wet pussy.

“Like it Papi? Like what you see? Show me how you fucked the girl in your dream. Fuck your high heeled slut. Give it all to me.” She said as I moved behind her and rubbed the head of my cock through her soaking wet, waxed-smooth pussy.

“So smooth for you Papi. I got it waxed for the beach. Take it Papi. Make it yours.” she cooed and I did, shoving it deep and knowing it would probably only go in halfway. She was so wet, but had a naturally small, tight hole and I always had to work her open before I could bottom out inside her warm, slick pussy.

“Oh Papi. Give it to your girl. Give it all. My new heels are on for you Papi. Do I look like a schoolgirl Papi? In my plaid fuck-me pumps? Fuck me Papi, don’t slow down. Just fuck me hard and cum when you are ready. I wanna swallow you. Taste your treat. When you are close, finish in my mouth, Papi.”

I was concentrating so hard that I couldn’t talk, slamming it in and out of her warm, tight cunt.

That little talk of hers and everything else pretty much ended my control and I felt my balls tighten and I pulled out of her tight pussy and she turned around, grabbed the shaft and jerked the base while sucking hard on the tip and I pumped my load into her waiting mouth.

“Gonna cum, yes baby, uhhhh, uhhh, you are such a sexy fuck! Such a dirty little schoolgirl slut! Damn! Ugggg! Suck it baby! I babbled as I creamed into her mouth.

It was a good volley and then four or six more before I was spent and drained. I saw the shadows move away from the door as Carmen swallowed me after savoring my flavor. I washed up a bit and we fell asleep quickly in each others arms.

I got up the next morning and left Carmen sleeping in the master bedroom and tried to pretend I didn’t see Anna and Maria last night or that they hadn’t stood outside the bedroom door and hear me fuck Carmen’s eager Escort Pancar mouth and snug, spicy pussy.

Anna and Maria were both up, drinking coffee and looked up when I came in. Anna gave me a grin and a golf clap.

“Impressive Mr. G. Maria was so worked up she chewed my pussy raw after you finished with her mom. And I thought about sucking your big cock as she was licking my little clitty and my tight teen pussy.” Anna said, stirring the pot further. We all heard Carmen flush the toilet and changed the subject before she came into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Carmen kissed my cheek and said, “Good morning, Tiger.” and I saw Anna raise an eyebrow and Maria keep her eyes looking down at the table. I slid my hand along her leg and then got up to take a shower.

After I toweled off and put on a bathing suit, Carmen went in for her shower. When I came out of the bedroom, Anna was the hallway wearing her bikini bathing suit also and peered into the bedroom.

“Those the shoes?” She said pointing at the plaid platforms Carmen wore last night that were laying near each other on the floor.

I nodded and watched her smirk. Schoolgirl slutty, Mr. G. Maria wants you bad now. After last night, she’ll agree to anything you want her to do.”

“Anna. No more. Last night was fun. But lets leave that alone. We all had our fun.” I said.

“Sure, Mr. G. But I know you want this.” She said as she tugged her small bottom up into her ass crack and grabbed her cheeks with both hands. “And you get it only after you fuck Maria with that yummy cock.” She said quietly and then pulled her bottoms back in place. “And you can fuck that big cock up my ass Mr. G. I’d do anal with you.” She admitted.

I heard the water turn off and headed out to the outside deck to gather towels and other beach items for the trek to the beach. Soon all four of us were packed up and walking to the beach together. Carmen looked luscious in a bright yellow bikini that was low on her hips and covered most of her fit, firm ass.

Maria was wearing the same brand of suit as Anna, both had tiny triangles in front that required lots of waxing. Anna’s white bikini had a Brazilian scrunch back that showed off her ass while Maria was wearing a lime green suit with an American back style to her bottoms. Both of their asses were looking just about perfect, but Anna’s suit coverage was a bit smaller and the scrunch back hugged her ass better. I tried not to stare at the two girls and so I stayed slightly ahead of them as we went to the beach.

Anna was determined to tease me, asking me to apply sunscreen to her back but I suggested Maria do it. Then she asked me if I would throw the frisbee with her and I did, allowing her to stretch for catches and bend over to pick up the dropped frisbee. Maria joined us, and then so did Carmen, her fake tits standing straight out from her chest and filling out and slightly overflowing the small, snug, flower print triangle top of her suit.

Anna smiled when she caught me staring right at her little ass, displayed in the bikini bottom and deliberately ran her hand over it, pretending to brush off sand. Carmen was in a great mood also and the four of us went into the ocean to cool off. Small waves hit us as we got out to almost waist level with the occasional bigger wave striking us a little off balance. Anna grabbed Maria and dunked her and the two of them hugged and I saw Maria look over at me as Carmen wrapped her hand around my waist and kissed my salty neck.

“Thanks for bringing all of us to the beach this week.” Carmen said. “I want to give you a big reward tonight for being so nice.” She said and kissed me again.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, knowing Carmen usually knew that my favorite reward from her was usually some some sort of sex fantasy.

“Slave-girl. Your harem whore.” She whispered in my ear. That made my cock jump. Carmen liked to play dress up more than other women I had dated. She confided to me one night that she was in her 30s, acting out her late teens. Carmen got pregnant and had Maria at a young age and then was a very responsible, slightly pudgy and boring single mom. Then when Maria turned 15, Carmen felt fat and had begun to workout. She bought the P90X program and had been one of those that went from flab to fabulous in six months. She said she lost more than 20 pounds the first 6 months and actually gained 5 pounds the second 90 days but that second five pounds was lean, strong muscle in her ass, core and legs. She lost so much weight that she told me she was flat and a saggy up top so she had implants put in to go with her tight, slim ass and perfect legs. After that she dated a jerk for about 18 months and then was pretty much single until we met, which Maria confirmed Carmen looked to be the older sister of Maria with her slim, athletically trained body and was making up for lost time at age 36.

We had a fun day at the beach and didn’t leave until 5PM. Somehow it seems easier to carry the stuff to the beach than it does to carry it back. I ended up carrying three beach chairs in one hand and a beach bag full of damp towels in the other. Carmen had little in her hands and Maria held her chair. Anna carried the frisbee and a bag of essentials like sunscreen and iPhones.

IT had been drizzling rain all morning with the fog that inevitably follows. Dreadful fog really, as it cloaked the trees of the backyard and obscured the beauty of nature. There was always a bit of sorrow on a day such as this when one really only had thoughts to turn to, and whatever or whomever was at hand. Such a great reading room, with large glass panels acting as walls that opened directly onto the porch with a view of the grass at hand and the woods afar, but now it had only the obfuscation of dull mist; regardless, the light coming through was just perfect for reading by the window rather than farther in as on a sunny day.

Michaela searched the bookshelf for something that was familiar, but never quite the same. Plenty of fictions could fall into a familiar category, but only those of superior authorship brought forth old feelings and new revelations. Pride and Prejudice called out from the shelf in a way only the middle mind could perceive, the middle mind being both conscious and yet subtle as to be unconscious. If a class of superior authorship did indeed exist Jane Austen would no doubt be one of the shining pillars, subtlety upon subtlety, with intrigue intertwined one felt as if she whispered a secret every time soon to be forgotten in the usual business of life.

As Michaela read she could not keep her mind at ease, the Cello in the far corner across from her plush seat seemed to stare at her, and she at it with a twinge of guilt. Growing up there hadn’t been much emphasis on music; she had found a taste for classical during college and one night elected to pursue a deeper understanding. In the two years that followed she had become competent, but practice was always a necessity and this week she had been elsewhere. Austen could wait, she would at least tune and play a scale or two before the guilt became savage.

The C and A strings were both well out of tune, not much effort to correct but certainly an annoyance. Well tuned she plucked a few notes from a strange Italian composition she had found weeks before, the harmony was oddly satisfying and the lack of changing pitch assured her that the tuning had been successful. Bow in hand she drew it against the strings as her fingers found their notes, slowly she plied each note from the cello as if it were a delicate sculpture that required care and patience. Without quite realizing it she drifted into Bach’s Cello Suite
and allowed it to take control of her, there were minor notes out of tune, but overall she was having a great performance of it until she had the strange sensation of slowly being held.

One arm slowly made its way down her right shoulder and over her bosom as another found its way from her left side to interweave fingers with the other over her midriff. As if on queue the familiar scent of raspberry shampoo accompanied the weight of a chin against the right side of her neck and a soft kiss along the line of her jaw. She continued her piece as she allowed the caress to take hold, and, finding a convenient place to stop she turned to meet her embrace’s lips to her own and they found each other with ease.

“There’s breakfast on the table, love.” Heather whispered to her in the soft embrace.

“It’ll still be there in a bit.” Michaela whispered back, smiling from ear to ear and motioning to stand.

Michaela carefully set the cello leaning into Doğanbey Escort Bayan a corner of the room and shifted over to the sound system. Carefully she perused her music collection until she found what she was after, a compilation of classical ballroom music. She set the CD in its tray and the room slowly came to life with the sound strings and woodwinds.

Heather approached her, extended her hand, and said, “May I have this dance?”

Michaela placed her slender fingers on Heathers hand which she grasped lightly and kissed while drawing her closer. They embraced into a ballroom stride, moving about the room with ease until the left pant leg of Michaela caught under her foot and caused her to stumble. Her sleepwear had always been too long but it still took her by surprise.

“Not to worry my dear.” She said to Heather as she stripped off her bottoms with grace, and continued the dance in panties.

The high and fast notes had passed now into the slow tempo known to lovers everywhere. Heather drew her in closer, and closer. Michaela could feel her breath on her cheek and moved closer still. A kiss, soft but sure of itself. The dancing turned to swaying as they held each other close; Michaela felt Heather’s tongue, animated with the beauty of her lover, find its way between her lips to have a dance all its own.

Barely moving they danced to the music, Michaela felt her heartbeat quicken every moment with the passion flowing into her. She wanted, no, she needed Heather now, there was nobody else in the world who could make her feel this way.

Heather knew this and slowly guided both of them to their knees on the soft carpet. She pushed forward, supporting Michaela as she gently lay down on the soft surface, never once breaking the kiss until Michaela moved to speak.

“Oh my,” exclaimed Michaela, “looking up at you I feel to vulnerable…tell me Heather, what would you like to do to me?”

“Well, I thought I might do a little of this.” Heather replied as she gently felt Michaela’s pussy through her undies.

“And maybe, just a little bit of this.” She said while slowly rubbing Michaela’s clit through the thin fabric.

Slowly, gently Heather moved her hand up and down Michaela’s crotch gently kneading her through the now soaking fabric. Michaela’s breathing grew quick and slightly erratic as she felt every tiny motion, as her pleasure grew and the scent of her own sex reached her nose she began to moan softly. Heather knew her well and knew she was now right on the edge, but she didn’t want her to go over just yet.

“Not yet love.” She said as she slowly withdrew her hand and moved it up to Michaela’s midriff. She gave her a kiss to compensate, “We can’t have you going off so soon.”

“Oh damnit Heather just let me cum!” Michaela begged her arms shooting towards her sex to finish the job, but Heather would have none of it, she pinned Michaela’s arms down and whispered into her ear, “No hands, only tongue. Now, put your hands above your head and keep em there before I get the cuffs. Remember, I love you.”

This brought a soft smile back to Michaela’s face, she brought her hands above her head against all temptations and whispered “I love you too baby” while Heather slowly caressed her way down to Michaela’s pussy. She slipped two fingers under each side of Michaela’s Doğanbey Escort panties as softly asked, “Forever and always?” and just as her lips met Michaela’s sex Michaela answered, “Always and forever.”

It was all the encouragement Heather needed as she parted Michaela’s lips with her tongue and made sweet love to her sex. She felt her lover writhe as she hit all of her most sensitive spots, only just enough to keep her on edge until she felt her lover couldn’t take anymore. She found her now engorged clit and bit down lightly while putting a finger deep into her sex, right on the g-spot. Almost immediately every passionate neuron in Michaela’s brain fired off at once, she never had orgasms this powerful unless Heather teased her like today, every muscle contracted and her whole body shook as the fluids of her sex gushed out into Heather’s mouth.

She was still cumming when Heather quickly slipped off her soaking wet boxers. She lifted Michaela’s leg while her lover was just starting to crest over the pleasure and ground her their pussies together hard. Michaela was only half aware when the sudden shock of intense pleasure hit her hard, sending her straight into a second orgasm as Heather fingered her clit for added effect, leading to her first orgasm of the day, and with all the teasing without touching it was powerful in its own right. Heather collapsed onto Michaela just as she was getting her senses about her from her second orgasm.

“I burned the eggs a little” Heather said as she shoveled them from the pan to a plate.

“It’s okay love, the toast was a little crispy too.” Michaela replied as she munched on slightly burned toast.

Breakfast wasn’t always so grand, but then again neither was an early morning fucking. They both felt revived from the morning’s events knowing well that there were no plans for the day, and the cat’s eye moon had been high in the sky last night. Heather felt its pull, subtle but everpresent; she was normally a hornball but the moon simply made the impulse unbearable. She had been nice in dominating Michaela, but before the end of the night she knew she needed to get screwed.

“So,” started Michaela, “where haven’t we fucked yet?”

Heather responded with a grin, “Well…. There was the floor in the study this morning, our bedroom of course, the kitchen table…”

The kitchen table, where they were eating right now. That kitchen table was the sight of a wonderful afternoon nearly a month before. Heather had given Michaela a sexy nightie for her birthday and for her part Michaela wanted to see just how much power she had over her hapless lover.

Heather was just about to shower with her dolphin when Michaela pulled her by the hand spun her around, giving her a great view of the sexy black lace nightie before she pushed a kiss and forced Heather to walk backwards, all the way to the kitchen table. Heather’s towel fell right off on impact of lips and when she felt the polished wood on her bare ass she jumped for just a moment. Michaela broke the kiss with Heather leaning against the table; she sucked on Heather’s right nipple, slowly and biting softly every few moments, while her hand found its way to Heather’s taint and plunged a finger in the moist pink folds.

Michaela took a moment from Heather’s breast to look down between the girl’s legs; she saw Escort Doğanbey just what she wanted, Heather’s pussy was so wet it was dripping her juices onto the floor. “Looks like you’re good and wet, now, bend over while I get ready…” Michaela softly whispered into Heather’s ear. Heather turned around and bent herself over the table, since it came to about her mid hips she was able to lay her chest nearly flat on it. Michaela slipped off her lace panties and fingered Heather with one hand, set the blue double dildo down and fingered herself with the other until she was wet enough to accommodate it.

The bulb was large, but as aroused as she was it slipped in with ease, the ridges nudging against her clit. The Keigel exercises were a great benefit in this department, the muscles were strong enough now to hold the bulb in place with plenty of extra strength for the fun to come.

There was an impulse, as soon as the bulb was in place, to stop with Heather and concentrate on her own pleasure, but she knew she would cum so much harder if Heather was cumming with her.

She withdrew her finger from Heather and just as the poor girl protested she felt the tip of the Tantus against her taint. Heather was no fool, she grabbed the edges of the table in anticipation. Slowly Michaela pushed the toy into Heather, giving her a few seconds to get used to it before pushing in further. She buried her toy to the hilt, Heather’s plump booty rubbing against her clit along with the subtle ridges; Michaela took things further again and began to withdraw the toy just a couple of inches, all so that she could thrust it in again, right back into that sweet spot.

Heather could feel the toy deep inside her, filling her up and bottoming out against her cervix. The pleasure was intense, even without anything touching her clit. Michaela could feel it too, every little movement reminded her of the bulbous end inside of her and the ridges against her clit. As the pace picked up so did the moans and the breathing, things were going at a fast pace now but Michaela wanted more; she slowed down to reach between her legs and turn the small metal knob that controlled the vibrator, with no warning to Heather the toy came to life and sent her over the edge.

Screaming in ecstasy with Michaela resting almost entirely on top of her Heather shifted her hips back and forth. Michaela took the hint, even with the shock of the vibe, and started pumping Heather’s ass hard, grabbing her waist with both hands to slam her lover back onto her cock.

Heather came for a second time and Michaela for her first; Michaela collapsed on Heather and blinked out of conscious thought for a few moments, at some point she lost grip on the toy and the bulb fell out, pulling the shaft out of Heather and leaving it shaking on the now soaked carpet.

They got their wits about them within ten minutes and decided their next orgasms should be more sensual. Michaela took off her nightie as Heather crawled onto the table top; Michaela spread Heather’s legs with the toy once again securely inside of her, and vibrating at its maximum setting. Keeping still with it shaking so hard was not easy, but once she pushed it into Heather it became much easier to bear. Heather used one hand to play with her clit while Michaela kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing in an erotic waltz. She pumped slow and soft, letting the vibrations slowly overtake them, until after a few blissful minutes they both felt the surge of pure joy overtake them. Their kiss never broke the entire time, and the toy stayed in place, keeping their orgasms rolling for what felt like an eternity.

Yeah, that table had seen a lot.

He returned to the bedroom to see Kate on her mobile. She smiled at him and put a finger to her lips.

“Oh hello,” she said. “Cindy Walker, please! Yes, I’ll wait. Oh hello Cindy, it’s Kate here. Yes, I’m sorry to call you so late. It’s just that I’m at Harry’s for the weekend and he’s just told me all about Wednesday night.”

She listened for a moment.

“No! No, you don’t understand! I just wanted to tell you that it sounds as though you both had a fantastic time and telling it was very arousing. Harry told me with his cock up my cunny and gave me a gorgeous romantic come with a pussy full of his spunk. You know what that feels like now, don’t you?”

There was another pause as Cindy spoke. Kate reached out for Harry’s hand as he climbed back into bed. He recommenced nuzzling her tits.

“Yes, well, all I really wanted to tell you Cindy is that I will never say a word to Daddy about you and Harry as long as you make him happy; Daddy I mean. What was that?”

Kate laughed. “Yes, get him to do your bum. I can’t see Mummy ever offering hers to him! You go for it girl! Goodnight!”

Harry kissed Kate.

“It’s funny,” she said. “I find I quite like Cindy now after what you’ve described. I could feel all her emotions because I feel them too when you’re loving me. Come on, I’ll tell you about Tony Morris now and then my confessions are done. After that I want to hear about little sexpot Jan!”

Harry spooned into Kate’s lovely firm rounded backside and fitted his long fat cock between her thighs.

“Go on then Kate darling. How did Tony measure up? Did you have a good time?”

“Yes darling, Tony does have a really big ….. car! It’s a Toyota Land Cruiser and altogether it has seven seats! He did admit that he’s never had six girls in it all at once. He picked me up at home and just drove off into the night. Just outside of town he asked me if I’d come out with him for a fuck. I was so surprised that I didn’t answer him straight away. He just laughed and said that was what most girls came for, to see if his cock was as big as they’d heard.”

Harry’s cock was growing yet again and Kate felt between her thighs to touch his knob end.

“By this time I’d recovered slightly and said something about his reputation having preceded him. He pulled into a forest track up by the Forestry Commission land and we started to go quite fast off-road. God, he did bounce us up and down and all over the place. I was beginning to feel quite sick when he suddenly stopped and switched off the engine. He switched off the lights but put all the interior lights on.”

Kate pulled Harry’s hard shaft through her thighs and gripped it firmly. Harry began to thrust into her hand.

“Tony grabbed hold of me and kissed me. He’s a good kisser and I began to feel really good about being with him. He is expert at undressing girls! I didn’t have to do anything but I was soon naked in his arms. I was so surprised that I hadn’t even groped for his cock!”

“He kissed and licked me all over; all over my tits and belly and on down on to my pussy. I was soaked. He loved my shaved pussy. I decided to just let him do what he wanted; I was enjoying it so much.”

Kate eased Harry’s cock into her molten cunt. He groaned and pushed in further.

“Tony then stripped as I just watched. He has a nice body. His cock is lovely. It’s not as big as yours Harry darling but it’s very nice all the same. I loved its shape when it was hard, sort of fat long and hard; just a little smaller than yours Harry. Fuck me Harry!”

Harry began to thrust into Kate with long smooth strokes. Kate made juice.

“I took Tony in my hands and fed his cock into my cunt. That was really nice. He is a good lover. A bit like John I suppose. He knows what he is doing and tries to give his girl a really good time. He pushed deep into me and began to fuck me quite hard with lovely long strokes. I admit that it didn’t take me long before I came all over his cock. No squirting though, just a nice come!”

Harry began to feel his coming too! He began to speed up.

“No Harry, wait a minute! Tony hadn’t come; he pulled out of me and turned me over. Wow, he was going for an arse fuck! He slopped my juices all over my bum hole and fingered me in there. Then he pushed his rock hard cock at my hole and slid straight in there! Come on Harry, fuck my arsehole right now!”

Harry pulled out and back from Kate. She rolled over on to her back and lifted her legs high. Harry mounted her and pressed her thighs up and back to her fantastic breasts. Kate’s arsehole was before him and he pushed his knob end at her hole. Kate just seemed to relax and breathe deeply and his cock slid home.

“Ooooo yesss Harry. That’s what Tony did and I just loved it, just like you are doing now! He rammed his cock into me very hard and smacked my cheeks as well. Then he groaned and shot his load right up my arse. Yesss Harry, that’s it, shoot your fucking load; I want it!”

Harry fired and fired; the thought of another Bademler Escort man shooting spunk up his Kate’s arse really worked him up. ‘Wait a minute’, his subconscious asked, had he really thought, ‘his Kate’? As he shot his last spunk he realised that he did want her to be ‘His’.

The lovers pulled stickily apart and kissed for a final time.

“Tony did take me for a couple of drinks afterwards so I sucked him off in his car outside my front door when he took me home.”

Harry gently removed his cock from Kate’s arsehole, leaning forward to kiss all over her smooth bum cheeks as he did so. Kate purred and pushed her buttocks at his face.

“Harry darling, that was wonderful! You are my best lover by far and I love you for it. Let’s be dirty and sleep together like this, shall we?”

Harry just snuggled into her. He was already ninety nine percent asleep!

Saturday morning slowly dawned, bright and sunny. It was also warm. The duvet had slipped off the bed but neither Harry nor Kate had felt any discomfort whatsoever. Harry awoke first, suddenly alert and aware. He glanced over to Kate. She was still fast asleep, turned away from him with her perfect smooth naked back and buttocks on full display to his hungry eyes.

Harry was already hard, very hard! He rolled over towards Kate and touched her arse crack with the tip of his stiff shaft. Kate breathed deeply and turned towards the intrusion. Harry pushed forward. They lay together like that for some time but Harry felt his balls making spunk! He pushed a little more.

“If you want to fuck my bum just say so Harry,” Kate almost purred or mumbled depending on interpretation. “Your cock feels ever so hard!”

“Stick your arse in the air,” said Harry, gazing at Kate’s perfect smooth skin as he titillated her with his hard knob end. “My cock is so hard that it hurts!”

Kate rolled slowly and knelt up to thrust her bottom upwards. Harry followed as if drawn by a magnet and was soon gazing down on a scene of a cunt and arse so gorgeous that he felt that he could shoot a load of spunk all over it without doing anything else! What to do next, that was the question?

Kate solved his dilemma by grasping her own bum cheeks and pulling her arsehole open, thus revealing her now familiar passage.

“Come on Harry, stick it in there and fill me with your spunk,” she invited.

Harry did not need to be asked twice; he lined up, pushed his knob to the visible hole and pushed. In he went but he had forgotten something; he hadn’t lubricated Kate’s arsehole! He felt pain down past his foreskin and Kate squealed too!

“Fucking Hell Harry, that hurts!” she howled. “Get some fucking juice in there before you shag me. I wanna last until tomorrow, you know!”

Harry quickly juiced her up, using his saliva and juice from Kate’s pussy. He made sure the liquid penetrated alongside his cock before he moved again. Finally he felt that their joining was wet enough to commence a fucking motion. He tentatively thrust up Kate’s passage.

“That’s lovely Harry. In fact, it’s fucking wonderful! Just keep doing that and shoot your cream when you are ready. Do you know what I want to do right now?”

“No.”

“I wanna piss so bad! I want to let it go all over you but we are upside down! I wanna come too! Your cock feels so fucking wonderful!”

Harry thought quickly. He withdrew from Kate’s arse and dragged her off the bed and into the bathroom. He pushed her into the shower and followed her.

“Hold it darling; let’s get into position!”

Harry sat on the shower pan floor and slowly lowered Kate down until he could penetrate her arsehole again. Because her hole had already been breached she was open and ready. His cock slid inside her and he thrust up and down a couple of times. Then he pulled back until his cock was almost out of her.

“There you are Kate darling, let it go! I’m ready for you now!”

Kate steadied herself by touching the shower walls. She relaxed and thought wet thoughts. Then she pissed. Oh, how she pissed! She seemed to have gallons. Her stream shot out in a hard flow and spread all over Harry’s chest, belly and groin. She even pulled him out of her arse as she crouched and pissed all over his face. Harry opened his mouth and tasted her piss!

Kate finally finished and collapsed on top of Harry.

“Ohhhh Harry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be so dirty. I love you so much! Please forgive me!”

Harry found Kate’s mouth and kissed her.

“I love you too Kate! You have nothing to be sorry for. We are a couple. We can do anything together, anything at all! It’s my turn now though! Let me get up and you can lie down.”

They changed places and Kate lay down on the shower pan. Harry’s thick fat tool pointed down. Kate looked up at it. She wanted to hold it but she couldn’t reach it.

Harry started to piss on her. At first he didn’t hold his prick; he just let it flow. The first stream hit Kate just below her Escort Bademli tits. Harry flexed his buttocks and his stream moved up and down her body, hitting her in the face and down into her vagina. He had so much pee he could and did keep on pissing on her.

Kate became used to the warm stream and reached into her pussy, opening up her lips as his stream came close. Then she opened her mouth as he pissed on her face. She looked up into Harry’s eyes as her mouth filled. She waited until he stopped and then deliberately swallowed.

Harry reached out and turned on the shower. ______________________________________________________________

“What shall we do today darling?” asked Kate as they breakfasted on toast, marmalade and coffee.

“Well,” replied Harry. “I thought that it was time that we put your public places fucking idea into operation. I thought we could go out and find some nice visible places to have a fuck!”

“Ohhhh Harry, I do love you. What a fucking fantastic idea! Where do think we should start?”

“I don’t know to be frank with you. The best that I can come up with is for us to go out and see what places we can find that look suitable.”

“That sounds fine to me. I’ll go upstairs and see if I can find something suitable to wear. What’s the weather like outside?”

Harry looked out the back kitchen window.

“It’s not bright sunshine but the clouds are fairly high so it won’t be cold.”

Kate disappeared upstairs. Harry cleared away the breakfast things. Then he went upstairs too.

“What do you think darling?” asked Kate as he went into the bedroom. She was wearing her long red coat with a scarf wrapped around her neck. She whipped her coat open to reveal that she was naked underneath!

“Wow!” exclaimed Harry. “I’m going to have a hard-on all the time we are out knowing that you are starkers under that coat. I love it!”

Harry chose his lightweight slacks and a heavy polo shirt. Downstairs he took a longish jacket off a hook in the hallway on the grounds that he might need some extra protection.

The lovers left the house and walked into town; Kate had her arm linked through Harry’s. Every so often he looked around and then squeezed her thigh, knowing that she was naked underneath. His jacket over his arm hid his inevitable stiffy.

They reached the town centre. Harry was, by now, feeling decidedly horny. He steered Kate down the steps to the riverside. There were fewer pedestrians down there. He openly slid his hand into Kate’s coat and felt her wet cunny, two fingers easing into her slippery crack. She gasped.

“Ooooo, I like that! I’m ever so horny Harry. Find somewhere quickly and fuck me darling!”

Harry steered Kate to the river wall and pressed her back against it. He had removed his fingers from her pussy and now sucked on them as he commenced kissing her forcefully.

Kate moaned and thrust her mons at his stiff pole. She felt for and pulled on his zip fly. As Harry had conveniently come out without any pants she had his tool into the opening of her coat in seconds. They stopped kissing and drew back to look into each other’s eyes.

“This is it darling!” said Harry quietly.

“This is definitely it darling!” whispered Kate, as she looked to left and right. She waited until no one was within ten yards of them and then lifted slightly and gasped as Harry’s cock slid up her cunt.

“Wow!” said Harry.

“Fucking wow!” said Kate. “You’re right up me! God, I feel like I want to come already!”

“Feel free,” chuckled Harry. “If you come quickly I’ll try to hold it so that we can repeat this somewhere else!” He kissed her again.

As they kissed Kate wriggled minutely up and down Harry’s shaft. It only took about two minutes. Suddenly she shuddered in his arms and he felt her hot cum juice envelope his cock. He gritted his teeth and managed to hold his ejaculation.

“Harry darling, I can feel my cum running down my thighs. I shall have to get my tissues out.”

“You can get one out for my cock but you will just have to leak down your legs until we can find another place. Thinking about your wet cunny will keep me hard!”

“Okay darling, you’re the boss! Just don’t take too long finding another place, that’s all!”

Kate fished out a tissue for Harry and he managed to stow his cock in his slacks and give it a quick rub down under the shelter of his jacket. Kate fastened the one button of her coat that had given his cock access to her pussy.

They walked on and kissed as they walked. Kate felt slightly uncomfortable and exposed.

“My cum is running down both of my thighs now!” she murmured. “It’s beginning to feel cold!”

“Just think how it would feel if I’d shot my load in you! Our mixture would feel even stickier! It will do after our next encounter. I shall definitely come next time. I’m still hard! Feel!”

Kate blatantly groped Harry through his slacks. Although it was still under his jacket anyone looking Bademler Escort Bayan at them would be under no illusions as to what she was doing!

They climbed the steps back to street level. The railway station was just along the street and Harry turned them both into there. There were only four platforms, two through ones and two dead end ones.

Harry bought two platform tickets and then guided Kate along one of the long through platforms, right to the last bench seat. There he kissed her and then sat down. He turned her to sit on his knees, facing away from him.

“Spread your legs darling,” he said as she slowly sat down; Harry deftly lifted the back of her coat over his thighs.

Kate felt under the front of her coat and released Harry’s rock hard cock again. It was the work of only a second before he felt her hot juicy passage enveloping him again.

“Fuckin’ Hell Kate darling,” he gasped as he thrust hard up her love tunnel. “I’m going to fill you soon at this rate!”

Kate giggled, not helping Harry’s efforts to hold on as long as possible.

“Ohhhh my God Harry; I do love you so much! I love your hard cock so deep inside me! I won’t be long before I come again! Oh my God, what’s that terrible noise?”

The ‘terrible noise’ was the sound of an approaching express train. It was not due to stop here. It was not travelling at full speed due to speed restrictions through the station so it was quite possible that some of the passengers could guess at the activity of the attractive young couple on the seat on the platform.

Harry had to hold Kate down to stop her leaping to her feet to expose his prick. Forcing her down like that increased his sensitivity and he now was fast approaching his climax. He warned Kate.

The express was gone now. Kate was back in control of herself. She looked around; all was clear! She looked down, lifted her coat, and watched as Harry ejaculated up her cunt. That brought her off too making their crotches literally awash with cum juices.

This time Harry took pity on her and allowed mopping up operations. Then they stood and left the station.

Next Harry and Kate visited Faston’s largest department store. They just wandered around for a while. Then Harry spotted the lingerie department. He stopped and looked at the goodies on offer as Kate laughed a little self-consciously.

“Choose a bra and panty set for yourself,” he smiled. Kate kissed him and set off to find something to please him.

Soon she had three sets in her hand and offered them to him to choose.

“Try them on first and then I will decide,” he said.

They found an unoccupied changing booth and squeezed in. Kate hung up her coat, revealing her sumptuous body.

Get your cock out,” she whispered. Harry obeyed. He was already hard again!

Kate tried on two of the sets. Harry slowly wanked his cock as he watched her.

“This one’s my favourite,” said Kate as she slipped on the last set, a bright red silky looking pair. Harry gasped! The panties were crotch less! “What do you think darling?”

Harry slammed Kate back against the wall and forced his cock through the gap and into Kate’s cunt. She squealed and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him on to her and digging her scarlet painted fingernails into his flesh.

“Fucking Hell!” gasped Harry, a little too loudly for where they were.

“Are you all right in there?” called out an assistant from outside the curtain. She whisked the curtain open and gasped. She appeared to be a sixteen-year-old Saturday schoolgirl worker. Harry and Kate were in profile so she had a perfect view of Harry’s cock as he shafted Kate between her bright red panties and pink pussy lips.

“Ohhhh I’m so sorry Madam! Sir!” she finally managed to croak as she let the curtain fall. “I, I’ll be just outside if you need me!”

The though of a nubile young sixteen-year-old standing about five feet away as he fucked Kate was enough for Harry. He grunted into his orgasm, each grunt representing a jet of cum.

“Oh yess! Oh yesss! Oh yessss!” squeaked Kate as Harry made her come for the third time this morning!

“I’m afraid we soiled these so we shall have to take them,” smiled Harry to the young girl as they left the cubicle. She blushed prettily. She had a fine pair of breasts on her for one so young. Her nipples were fighting to get out of her bra. Harry just watched them move as she attempted to serve them efficiently.

“Stop it Harry,” said Kate. “You’re embarrassing Julie,” (reading her name badge). “Don’t take any notice of my boy friend Julie. You’ve got fantastic breasts and you should always be proud of them and show them off. Old horny cock loves them, don’t you darling? Just look at that tent in his slacks.”

Julie blushed bright red but she clearly looked anyway!

After that Harry adjourned to the ‘Black Bull’ for a pint, or two.

“That was a fantastic morning, Harry darling. How do we follow that?”

“I thought that we should go to the match,” said Harry as he caressed Kate’s naked thigh again. “We might get a chance of a fuck there too! There should be a bigger crowd now in view of their recent form.”

Kate kissed Harry; slipping her hand into his slacks through the partially opened zip fly. Harry was, of course, hard again.

Hi everyone, here’s the next part of Seth’s story. Chapter 3 might be a little while cos I’ve got a lot on at the moment and very little time to sit and write. I would like to thank my lovely new editor for her help on this. Tell me what you think as it give me direction for improvement or even if you’d like to see something happen in the story. Enjoy

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“Aw if it isn’t little gay boy.” A much older lad said as he pushed Seth into a wall. “Where you going?”

“Home,” he said meekly, trying to step past the three boys in front of him.

“Not so fast gay boy.” Another lad call before throwing Seth towards another wall. Seth’s head hit the wall with a resounding crack, sharp pain shooting across his eyes. Everything seemed blurry as he was pushed into another room.

Seth screamed out when someone kicked the back of his knee making him to fall to the floor. He knew his tears would make things worse but between the pain and the fear he couldn’t stop them.

“Aw is the little gay boy crying for his faggy daddies?” The lead boy teased in a baby voice before kicking Seth in the ribs, forcing the air out of his lungs. “I hate people like you, and I hate people like your disgusting parents!” he shouted. “You think just ’cause your new here you can shove your gayness down our throats!” the boy sneered before another volley of kicks and punches hit Seth.

“I…I’m not…” was all Seth could get out before a hand wrapped around his neck and lifted him off of the floor.

“Not what? Gay? A faggot? I saw you kiss my thirteen year old brother! You are not going to lay another finger on him got that!” He screamed in Seth’s face before slamming his head against the wall.

Seth body screamed in pain, every breath was burning agony and his head was pounding while the words the boy had said were screaming in his ears.

A boy from his class had asked him out to a film on the weekend saying he wanted to get to know the new kid. When Seth said yes, the boy kissed him quickly and ran off with the biggest smile and now Seth was been beaten by his big brother and his friends.Seth screamed in agony when someone stamped on his arm snapping the bone.

“Make sure he doesn’t get back up,” the leader sneered as his friends continued to beat Seth within an inch of his life.

“Seth!” A familiar voice called out to him in the darkness. All Seth wanted was for the kicks and punches to stop, but the wouldn’t.

“Seth I need you to wake up.”

“Seth?”

“Come on kiddo wake up before Miles gets home, Seth?” the voice stopped, but the beating and the pain continued.

Seth’s eyes snapped open as ice cold water splashed across his face leaving him choking on the water he swallowed.

“Seth I’m so sorry about doing that, but I needed to wake you up.” Ryan apologised while rubbing Seth’s back to help him clear the water.

“The dream’s back?” he asked, pretty sure he knew the answer. Seth just nodded as tears filled his eyes making Ryan’s heart break at the sight of his son’s pain.

“Shhh,” he cooed as he held Seth. “It was just a dream they can’t hurt you any more.” Ryan reassured, gently rocking him back and forth until Seth started to relax.

“I’ll go make us some lunch while you get cleaned up,” he smiled warmly, leaving Seth to get cleaned up.

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Kyle slammed the door to his home when he arrived, hardly noticing his Mom or his cousin as he stormed towards the stairs.

“You all right Kyle?” She called after him, but he just pretended not to hear her and locked himself in his room.

All he could think about was how amazing it felt to have Seth against his body, and the feel of his friend’s soft lips against his own. Then as soon as it started to heat up Seth told him to leave. It felt like whatever he did, Seth wasn’t happy and he was getting Güzelbahçe Escort pissed with Seth’s yo-yo behaviour.

The image of Seth head first in the dryer flashed in his mind. Seth’s ass was delicious, two perfect pale mounds that were presented on a plate before him. He was so tempted to slap it when he first walked in but glad he didn’t. As Seth reached further into the dryer he parted his legs just a little giving him a picture perfect moment.

Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Flipping through the images he found the one he had taken of Seth bent over. His small friend was bent over presenting his ass to everyone. The slightest glimpse of his little hole visible between his cheeks and a gorgeous cock nestled behind a lovely set of balls.

A knock on his door broke the picture’s trance, bringing Kyle back to his surroundings. “Who is it?” he called out.

“An angel, can I enter oh powerful one?” came Andy’s voice making Kyle shake his head at his cousin’s antics.

“Yeah.”

Andy gently opened the door moving slowly as if any sudden movements would startle Kyle. “So what’s up?” he asked once the door was shut.

“Short story is that Seth and I were making out then Jen called and Seth told me to get out.” Kyle huffed.

“That’s it? What did you say to Jen?”

“I dunno, something like I wasn’t with Seth, and then love you too, and hung up.” Kyle shrugged.

“Hell Kyle, no wonder he threw you out. I would of too if I was him.”

“What did I do?” Kyle said defensively, honestly not understanding what happened.

“Seriously?” Andy asked. At his cousin’s blank expression, he sighed. “First, you’re cheating on Jen. Second, you blatantly lied in front of him, and made it sound like he was your secret fling. And third, Seth probably has feelings for you, and you just said you love someone else after you’d being making out!”

“Your point?”

“Christ, you give guys a bad name.” Andy said exasperated. “He’s probably jealous and feels like you’ve used him.”

“What’s he to be jealous of, and how have I used him?” Kyle asked, still not understanding.

“That he’s going to have to stand back and watch as you acting all lovey dovey with Jen and all the affection he’s gonna get is when you want sex!”

“But he’s a guy.” Andy’s face fell at his words, making Kyle regret them.

“You know what Kyle, I give up. If you don’t sort yourself out soon, you could easily lose Seth. You can’t have both him and Jen and your time to choose is running out.” Andy said calmly before walking out, leaving Kyle to his thoughts.

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Monday came and went without incident. He and Kyle rarely saw each other on a Monday and he was glad for it. Tuesday was similar to Monday. Every now and then he would see Kyle but he always managed to change direction before he notice him.

Wednesday was a little more difficult as they both had lunch at the same time. Seth had managed to avoid Kyle for the first half of the day but Kyle found him at lunch. He was picking at his sandwich when Kyle sat opposite him and began to eat.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Kyle stated between mouthfuls of food.

“So?” Seth shrugged, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Why you being so difficult, we’re friends aren’t we.”

“I don’t know what we are anymore and I’m not talking about it here.” Seth stood and started to clear his half eaten food away.

“I’ll come over tonight then around 6, OK?”

“I’m out tonight.” Seth said, trying to keep any emotion out of his voice. He was planning on going to the youth group Katie had mentioned on the weekend, but he didn’t want Kyle to know.

“With who?” Kyle asked. It was rare for Seth to go out on a school night.

“Friends.” Was all Seth said as he picked Escort Güzelbahçe his stuff up.

“What friends? Hardly anyone talks to you except me and even less would ask you out.” Kyle said without thinking. “Shit Seth I didn’t meant to…. I’m sorry.” Kyle tried to apologise.

Seth froze where he stood. He couldn’t believe what his so called friend had just said. His breath had caught in his chest and tears filled his eyes. He couldn’t believe Kyle would be so harsh. Without saying a word he walked out of the cafeteria. He had just made it outside of the school before the tears broke.

Without thinking, Seth ran home. By the time he got home his chest and legs were burning. It had taken him 10 minutes instead of the usual half hour to get home, and he could feel it. He took a quick shower and lay down on his bed and made sure to set an alarm for four o’clock so he had time to get ready for tonight.

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Seth stood outside the youth building at ten past six. He’d chosen to wear some tight black jeans with a long sleeved top, a black waistcoat that he kept open, and a black trilby-style hat.

On his way over, Seth’s nerves had got the better of him. He had sent Katie a message saying he was going, but just before six she replied and told him she couldn’t make tonight. Anticipating Seth’s nervous nature she had also told the workers to expect him. Finally, he pushed the buzzer and waited for someone to open the door. It wasn’t long until a shortish woman with long brown hair and a big smile came to the door.

“Hi, I’m Sarah, I run the group. You must be Seth.” She said chirpily.

“Yes ma’am.”

“No need for the ma’am stuff but come on in and we’ll get you introduced to everyone.” Sarah led him to a room containing large, soft sofas and a big TV on the wall. The general chatter that had been going on froze when everyone noticed him. The group of seven girls and five boys sat in a rough circle of sofas and stared at Seth with curiosity.

Sarah put her hand on Seth’s shoulder scaring him half to death and making everyone laugh. Seth could feel the heat in his cheeks and he turned his gaze to the floor. He had been jumpy when people touched him from behind for as long as he could remember. People grabbing his shoulder normally turned into a beating.

“Guys enough.” A soft but strong voice said calming the group.

“Thanks Leo. Everyone this is Seth.”

“Hi Seth.” The group sung in unison.

“Leo, will you show Seth around while I get everything sorted?” Sarah asked. Seth finally had a face to put to Leo who he studied as he approached.

Leo had a strong handsome features with a straight nose and a strong jaw. His eyes were bright green and his hair was in tight golden curls with a few dyed red. Leo was a good 8″ taller than himself and a little larger than average however Seth doubted Leo’s size anything but muscle.

“Right this way.” Leo’s soft voice said. He crooked his arm as if escorting someone across the road. At the sight of Leo’s cocky grin, Seth knew he had no choice but to link arms.

It was obvious that Leo was taking his time with the tour. They had only gone to the gym and the toilets and it had taken them nearly ten minutes. Being constantly touched was also a very different experience for Seth. Only his family really ever touched him and Kyle kept physical contact to a minimum outside of closed doors. Leo was constantly touching his arm or his shoulder as he described what different things were used for and where to find them.

“So, are you out yet?” Leo asked as the were making their way to the second floor.

“Told my parents last week. They were both great about it but that wasn’t surprising.”

“They got gay friends?”

“Gay family.”

“Ah, what about your friends?”

“He Güzelbahçe Escort Bayan took it OK, I guess.” Seth thought back to all the things that had happened between them since Seth had came out to Kyle and most of them ended up with him getting hurt.

“He? You only have one friend?” a stunned Leo asked.

“We’ll he’s my only male friend and then my only female friend is Katie but she already knew sooo….” Seth just shrugged not wanting to continue. “What about you?” Seth asked, wanting to get the conversation off of Kyle.

“Me, I came out at 14. Some of my friends stuck by me, some didn’t. My parents didn’t take it well at all.” he sighed. “They threw me out and I was taken in by this elderly couple. They’re the best thing to ever happen to me though, they even refurbished this place just so people like us had someone to turn to if things went bad.”

“They sound like great people.” Seth smiled.

“They are.” he smiled “I missed my brother the most, but I hadn’t seen him for nearly a year when I got thrown out.”

“Can’t you contact him?” Seth asked.

“No, I wouldn’t want to now either. He’s done some evil things to people like us.” Seth shuddered. He knew exactly what evil things people could do.

“Well that’s the end of the tour.” Leo said with a flourish. Seth couldn’t help but grin when he walked back into the main room.

The night was filled with general chatter and most of it was about Seth. Everyone was asking questions about what his favourite colour was and which actors he found hot. Each question went around the room, but Seth could hardly remember any of the answers except Leo loved blue and he found most actors were too buff for his tastes.

“So how did your mom and dad take you being gay?” one of the girls asked.

“They took it OK, but I don’t have a mom.” Seth said smiling at the looks of confusion on everyone’s faces.

“You have two parents but no mom, a step-mother counts as a mom, you know.” another girl said.

“I don’t have a step-mother either.”

“You’ve got two dads.” Leo stated, everyone’s head whipped round to look at Leo and Seth just grinned at him.

“You said earlier that it wasn’t surprising your parents took it so well ’cause of gay family. I thought you meant you had a gay aunt or something, but your family is actually gay.” Leo stated.

“So are you adopted?” a boy named Michael asked.

“No, I’m the genetic son of my father Miles and my Aunt Clare who is married to my Aunt Hayley who had a daughter with my father Ryan.” Seth explained.

“You’d got no chance of being straight then.” Michael joked making everyone laugh.

“Sorry guys and girls but it’s closing time.” Sarah called and the group groaned in disappointment and began to leave. Everyone was hugging each other goodbye for the week and splitting up into groups for the journey home.

“How you getting home? ” Leo whispered in his ear, his hot breath making Seth shiver and blush.

“The number 70.” Seth whispered back, his cheeks on fire.

“Awesome, I get the 56 which stops over the road, we can walk over together if you like?”

“Sure.” Seth smiled.

They both finished their goodbyes to the others and began the short walk to the bus stop. In a matter of minutes they were at Seth’s stop, neither had spoken in the short walk down the road.

“Sooooo…” Leo said rocking on the balls of his feet and looking at the floor, “Any plans for the weekend?”

“Nope.”

“Fancy seeing a movie?.” Leo asked hopefully, but Seth understood what he really wanted to ask.

“That depends on what your really asking” Seth said coyly.

“Will you, Seth, join me, Leo, on a date this Saturday?” he grinned.

“Yes” he smiled.

“Great!” Leo practically shouted, his smile was a mile wide. “Crap that’s my bus.” He said motioning to the bus coming towards them. “Here’s my number,” he said, placing a piece go paper in Seth’s hand just before he bent down a placed a light kiss on Seth’s lips and running over the road.

Seth stood in shock as the bus rolled away, the feeling of deja vu clouding his mind.

Before I met Shane, I didn’t know that there were nuances of the concept “out”. I mean, I thought there were only two options – either you’re out, or you’re not. Shane, however, wasn’t just out, he was out there. In a town like San Francisco, people don’t raise an eyebrow if two guys walk down the street holding hands, but even here, Shane managed to attract attention to himself. When I first met him, I was carrying a tray with my lunch on it through a crowded diner’s outdoor seatings, desperately trying to find a place to sit down. All of a sudden, a handsome blond guy kicked out a chair right in front of me.

“Hi there, gorgeous!” he said. “You can sit with me, if you want?”

“Thanks,” I said, and sat down at his table.

By the time I had finished my lunch, we had talked and flirted and told each other our lives’ stories. He was cute and charming, and when he asked if he could see me again, I gave him my phone number. I hadn’t even made it back to my office before he called me and asked if I’d like to go out on a date with him.

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It’s not that I haven’t been out on dates with guys before, it’s just that they’ve all been rather simple things like going out for a beer or going to a movie – where we’d grope each other in the dark. Shane showed up in shirt and tie, and took me to a cozy Italian restaurant. He flirted openly with me all night, entwined his fingers with mine, and looked at me in a way that made me embarrassed and proud at the same time. At first I thought he was showing off to shock the waiters, but I soon noticed that he didn’t care about them at all; all his attention and charm was focused on me.

Considering how clearly he showed his interest in me, I was expecting him to jump my bones as soon as we got alone, but he surprised me. Instead of taking a taxi to his place, we took a stroll through town, holding hands, talking, and not until we got to my door did he kiss me. It was the kind of kiss that made ME want to jump HIM. I was surprised and disappointed when he pulled away and wished me goodnight.

“Don’t you want to come upstairs?” I asked.

He smiled sweetly.

“Yes, I do, but I think I better not,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because if I do, I might get tempted to go further than just a kiss.”

“In that case, you should DEFINITELY come upstairs!” I said, putting my arms around him, pulling him closer.

He smiled again, and kissed me on my nose.

“You’re so sweet,” he said. “But I don’t want to rush things. Can we save it for later?”

“Does that mean that you want to see me again?” I said.

“Well, DUH!” he said. “I want to see you again. I want to see you every day for the rest of my life!”

So, he didn’t want to have sex on our first date, but he was fine with proposing on a first date? OK, the guy was cute, but weird. And I had a firm rule about weirdos…

“Are you free tomorrow night?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

…they were usually great fucks.

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That was 3 months ago. I’ve never dated any guy as long as that before. Up until now, my history had consisted of a few short affairs and one-night-stands. Hanging out together, some hot sex, and once curiosity was settled, on to the next guy. And here I was, dating Shane – and dating him EXCLUSIVELY, mind you! – for 3 whole months! And we STILL hadn’t had sex! Not that I hadn’t tried seducing him. I’d used all my old tricks; dressing in a tight tank top to show off my trimmed torso, dancing sexy when we went out dancing, licking ice cream off my hand… I’d even tried the direct approach when we were watching a movie over at his place. I started kissing him and running my hands through his hair and over his body, and we ended up lying on his couch, making out, caressing each others’ bodies. But when I rubbed his hard-on through his jeans, he moaned and pulled away from me.

“You’re so sweet and sexy,” he sighed.

“Then why don’t you want to have sex with me?” I said.

“I do,” he answered. “I want you so much it hurts! I just don’t want to move too fast.”

I sighed, and rolled over on my back.

“Don’t be mad at me, baby!” he said.

“I don’t understand,” I said testily. “You say that you want me. Well, I want you too! So what are you waiting for?”

He Gaziemir Escort put his hand on my cheek, and gently turned my head towards him.

“I’m falling for you,” he said. “For real. I want this” – he gestured between us – “to be special. I don’t want a quick fuck and then we part ways. I want to be with you. I want to make love to you.”

I felt something inside my throat. I swallowed, but it didn’t go away.

“Say something,” said Shane. “You’re scaring me.”

“You’re scaring ME,” I said.

“Why?”

He put his arm under my head, and made me rest my head against his shoulder.

“This is… a big thing,” I said.

He nodded.

“I’ve never had anything… serious, before,” I said.

“I have,” said Shane.

He caressed my hair while he told me about this guy he’d been seeing for 6 whole months once.

“I was in love with him,” said Shane. “But he was just having some fun. If I had known that all along, it would have been one thing, but I thought… When he dumped me, I was a total wreck.”

He kissed my hair.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m just afraid of having my heart broken again. Especially by you. I don’t want to loose what we’ve got by going too fast.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. He was talking about a real, serious, fucking relationship! I freaked. I knew I was being a jerk for leaving him just as he had opened his heart and soul to me, but I just couldn’t stay there. I was scared shitless, and that thing in my throat was suffocating me. I got up and put my sweater on.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just… I… I need to think!”

I ran out of there, ignoring him calling my name. I walked for hours, trying to calm down. I felt like a complete looser. The sweetest guy in the world opened his heart to me, and me, my fucking schmuck, I ran away.

OK, now I may be irrational, but I’m no idiot. I realized I had some issues, and I spent the following week wrestling with my inner demons, trying to figure out what the hell I really wanted.

It wasn’t easy. It took one helluva lot of beer and Genesis. I looked back on my past so called love life (in lack of better words), and I didn’t need to be Sigmund Freud to see the pattern. I’d been dating rather rough and very masculine guys, the type that figured that 3 beers=foreplay, and who didn’t ask much more out of me than my company and my ass. They say that the partners you choose reflect the relationship you had with your parents when you were a child. Well, what do you know – my dad walked out on us when I was 5! Welcome to the land of clichées, Mikey!

So, I’d figured out the pattern, and here I had the chance to break that pattern for good. I had a sweet guy in my life, who wanted to be with me. I’d never find such a great guy ever again. So why the hell did I stare at the phone, trying and failing, night after night, to summon up the courage to call Shane?

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My plan was simple: I’d get myself pissed drunk, and when I’d worked up enough guts, I’d go over to Shane and tell him how I felt about it. OK, so it wasn’t a GOOD plan, but at least it involved me actually DOING something. Luckily, I hadn’t even opened my first bottle before the door bell rang. It was Shane.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I answered, dumbstruck.

We stared at each other, silent.

“Do you want me to go away?” he asked.

“No!” I said, and stepped aside to let him in.

He flung his jacket over a chair.

“I was going to go and see you tonight,” I said.

He smiled, and raised an eyebrow.

“Really,” I said.

He sat down on my couch. I took a seat next to him.

“Why did you ran out on me like that?” he said. “Did I scare you?”

“Sort of,” I said.

“Because I want this to be serious?” Shane asked.

“Yes,” I said, not knowing what to say, or how to explain my feelings to him.

That’s what the beer would have been for.

“And… you don’t want a serious relationship, is that it?” said Shane. “You just want… I don’t know, a fling? A few quick fucks, and then you dump me?”

“No!” I said. “It’s just that… I don’t want to screw this up!”

Shane looked confused.

“I don’t follow you,” he confessed.

“I’ve Gaziemir Escort Bayan never had a serious relationship,” I said. “Just… flings. I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You mean you’re not interested in having anything serious with me?” said Shane. “You like me, but not THAT much?”

“No, I like you TOO much, that’s the problem!” I said.

Shane sighed, and leaned his head back against the couch.

“You better explain this to me in plain English, like I was an idiot,” he said. “You like me so much that you don’t want to be with me?”

“You’re a great guy,” I said. “You deserve someone better than me. Someone you can trust.”

“Are you saying I can’t trust you?” said Shane.

“I’ve never been able to stick to one and the same guy longer than 3 weeks,” I said. “This… this is just TOO good to last. Sooner or later, I’m gonna screw up somehow, and then not only will I loose the best thing that has ever happened to me, but I’ll also hurt the feelings of someone I..!”

I swallowed the last word before I’d said it. I’m superstitious. Never say the L-word, or you’ll ruin the relationship. And we’re not talking about the word “lesbian” here!

Shane looked at me. Then he grinned, wider and wider. He leaned over and gently pressed me down against the cushions, kissing me passionately. I should have pushed him away, but I couldn’t. His lip were soft, his tongue sweet and wet, and I ‘d missed him this week we’d been apart, missed him like crazy. So instead of pushing him away, I put my arms around him and just enjoyed the attention I got from his mouth and hands. He pulled my shirt up, and I shivered when his nails scraped over my skin. He unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it apart to give himself access to my chest.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“I’m making love to you,” he said.

“What about not rushing into things?” I said. “Or are you just doing this so I won’t break up with you? ‘Cause that’s not what I meant…”

“No,” said Shane. “That’s not it at all. I’d never use sex to try and save a relationship.”

He licked my neck, and I jerked. It tickled.

“I don’t want to get intimate with someone who’s just looking for a little fun,” he whispered into my hair. “Because sex is such a powerful thing. It confuses your mind, so you can’t tell the difference between lust and love. I want to know a guy loves me back before I let myself get that involved.”

“But I… I just said…” I couldn’t speak very coherently, because his tongue was circling around my nipple in a most distractive way.

“You rather give me up than hurt my feelings,” he said. “That’s the sweetest declaration of love I’ve ever heard.”

He nibbled his way down my abs.

“I have a history of screwing things up,” I warned him.

“There are never any guarantees, not in any relationship,” said Shane. “At least you’re honest. Now, will you stop protesting and let me seduce you?”

So I shut up, and allowed him to conquer my body, inch by inch. His hands and tongue were all over me, not missing a single spot of my skin. His hands caressed me, his fingers pinched me, and his nails scratched me. He nibbled and licked and kissed, and all the different forms of touch stimulated the nerves in my skin, until my whole body felt electrified. Every light touch of his hands or mouth sent shivers through the rest of my body. When he unbuttoned my jeans, I was already hard. He undressed me and continued the treatment on my legs, all the time avoiding the one part of my body that craved attention the most.

“Please,” I whispered. “I can’t take this much longer.”

“Not yet,” said Shane, smiling. “You’re not ready yet.”

“Yes I am!” I said. “I’m hard as a rock!”

“No rush,” said Shane. “That will only make you COME. A great foreplay will make you EXPLODE.”

I didn’t understand the difference – then. But I had no choice but to wait. Shane stopped me from touching myself by holding on to my wrists, and my legs twitched spastically as he left light kisses all the way up the inside of my thighs. When he finally touched my dick, I gasped for breath. It rose by itself to reach for his mouth, but he turned his attention to my balls instead, and my dick fell back onto my stomach, looking Escort Gaziemir a little disappointed. If I had thought I was horny before, it was nothing to what I felt when Shane used his magic tongue on my balls. He sucked on them, licked them, and kissed his way down to the area between my balls and my ass. I’d never known this was an erogenous zone, but the more he played with it, the more desperate I got. I needed relief from this tension! I bucked with my hips in a vain attempt to move my cock in range for his mouth. He gave me a dirty smile, and finally took my cock in his mouth. He was soft, wet, and warm around my little friend, and I moaned happily. He sucked hard and slow and moved his head round and round. It wasn’t like any other blowjob I’ve ever gotten. Shane wasn’t sucking me off, he was just using another method of working up my lust.

“Please, please, please..!” I said. “This is too good! It’s too much, I can’t take it!”

“But there’s more,” said Shane. “This is just the beginning.”

He moved the tip of his tongue rapidly over the sensitive spot just below the head of my cock, and I screamed out loud. I came in long cascades over his hand. For some reason, my eyes were teary, and my whole body felt spent.

“Oh, my god,” I whispered.

Shane pressed my legs upwards, so he got better access to my ass. Clearly, he wasn’t kidding when he said this was just the beginning. I wasn’t sure I could take much more pleasure, but I was too tired to argue. Besides, I longed to see him come, to hear him moan in ecstasy. He started by licking the rim of my asshole, wiggling the tip of his tongue into it, and gently massaging my buttocks. Then he carefully wet his index finger and pressed it into my ass, moved it in and out, and carefully pushed it in all the way to the knuckle. He dropped some saliva on my asshole and then pushed two fingers into me. He moved them slightly, bent them a little, and reached my G-spot. Up until now, I’d had no idea I even had one. It felt good.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Right there! Oh, please don’t stop!”

He kissed my leg in a sweet, reassuring gesture, and kept tickling me until I couldn’t lie still. I groaned and trembled, and grabbed on to the couch for support. The feelings were so intense, I felt like crying.

“NOW you’re ready,” Shane whispered.

He pulled off his T-shirt and pants, and I only caught a glimpse of his hard dick before he wet it with more saliva and pressed it against my opening. It slid in easily, which surprised me. Normally, I’d feel a slight pain whenever someone penetrated me, even if that person had a smaller dick than Shane, unless we used lots and lots of lube. Now I finally understood the point of foreplay. Shane thrusted in and out of me in slow, steady strokes. I closed my eyes and enjoyed myself, ignoring the tears running down the sides of my face. Shane carefully dried them for me.

“Why are you crying, baby?” he said.

“Because it feels so good,” I smiled. “I’ve never been this TAKEN before.”

“I’m not taking you,” he said. “I’m making love to you.”

“Ooooh, I love it!” I babbled. “I want you to do this to me every day! I love it! I love you!”

“You’re so sweet,” he said, his voice a little thick with emotions. “I want to be good to you for the rest of my life!”

His rhythm fastened a little, and I pulled him down into my arms, held him tight, and kissed him. His dick scraped against my G-spot again, and my ass, my whole body; tensed up with pleasure, like I’d had an orgasm, but without ejaculating.

“Damned, I can’t hold back!” Shane whined.

He pushed deep into me, moaning for each thrust, and his grip around me tightened. He relaxed, panting, and kissed me all over my face.

“You’re amazing!” he said. “I’m sorry for the abrupt finale.”

“Are you kidding?” I said, caressing his cheek. “I’ve never met anyone who could hold out that long! Usually it’s just `wham-bam-thank-you-man´.”

“I wanted to last longer,” said Shane. “No matter how good it feels to come, it’s nothing compared to how good it feels to be inside you.”

I hugged him. He was really too sweet for words. He slid out of me and got to his feet.

“Come,” he said. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

“Ready to go again?” I said. “So soon?”

“No,” he chuckled. “I need a little rest first. And I want to take a nap in your arms.”

I got off the couch. My body was a little stiff, and my legs felt a little shaky. I put my arms around him and kissed him. I wasn’t afraid anymore. The magic word had turned from a curse to a blessing.

“I love you,” I said.

I had just gotten back from the gym, and was reaching in the fridge for some juice, when I heard my daughter coming in the kitchen behind me. I stood up and handed her the bottle, knowing she’d want some, too. “Thanks Dad, but I already had some with breakfast.” She was dressed for work and looked well put-together, as usual. “I’ve got to work until 7, but I may go out with Ryan afterward. What do you have going on today?”

“Well, I have some work to catch up on…”

“It’s Saturday!” she interrupted.

“I know, but it’s fairly important stuff for my newest client. Some design documentation for their applications.” She huffed and gave me her sternest look.

Erin was always a bit of a mother hen personality, but ever since her mom had passed about a year and a half ago, it’d become magnified. She was constantly trying to take care of me, make sure I was doing alright, and a million other things. I’d usually just roll my eyes at these moments, though I appreciated how much she obviously cared. “I just don’t want you overworking yourself,” she clucked.

“I know honey, I do. But it’s somewhat urgent, and I have to pay your tuition somehow.” She frowned at me before kissing me on the cheek.

“I have to go, so I don’t have time to argue with you. But promise me you’ll have some fun today.”

“I will,” I responded, “I’m going to dinner with Keith later.” She sighed slightly. “What?” I asked.

“I really wish you’d get out there and start dating again.”

I paused a moment, and then said “Hon, you know I don’t want to get into anything serious right now.” She started toward the door.

“Ok, well then at least go out and get laid. Trust me, you’re a catch, especially with the younger single girls. Especially.” She put extra emphasis on the last word, and I was about to ask her what she meant by that, but she was already out the door and heading for her car and the mall.

I downed some breakfast and then went to my home office. The work I had on my agenda had seemed really daunting, but I ended up powering through it in just under three hours. As I was saving the documents and sending them off to my client, it occurred to me that I really needed a shower, since I was still a bit gross. I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and glanced in the mirror as I stripped off my clothing. “Maybe Erin was right, I should go out and get laid,” I caught myself thinking. I’m 46, but still look quite good, even 10 years younger. I work out regularly and my build is decently muscled and lean, without looking overly bulked. And it had been a long time. I started thinking about maybe getting online on some hookup site, finding some cute girl, and my cock started to swell just a little bit. I shook my head to clear it, and was about to climb into the shower when I heard my doorbell ring. Odd, I wasn’t expecting anybody today. I quickly threw on some shorts and ran down the stairs.

When I opened the door, I saw Erin’s friend Emily on the doorstep, backpack slung over her shoulder. “Oh, hi Martin,” she said. All her friends were pretty familiar with me, I had it on decent authority I was one of the “cool” parents due to my relaxed nature and younger age.

“Hi Emily,” I responded, “Erin’s at work right now, sorry.”

“I know, that’s okay,” she said, “I’m actually just here to return a pair of her shoes I borrowed and get my novel back. I need it for class next week.”

“Ok, no problem. Go on into her room,” and as I said this she stepped into the living room.

“Thanks. Hey, do you mind if I use your wi-fi for a minute while I’m here? I need to check email and do a few things real quick.” Emily was walking in front of me, and I had to admire the view. I’ve never been much for younger girls, but she was a major cutie, and today, she was dressed to leave little to the imagination. She had on a short top that covered her small but very cute and perky breasts, and showed her nice, toned stomach. She was slim built and slim hipped, which wasn’t usually my thing, but had a nice little bubble butt that her tight white jean shorts showed nicely. Slightly pale complexion, reddish blonde hair, and big blue eyes.

I caught myself and realized I was staring at her butt, and quickly piped up, “Go right ahead, make yourself at home. You know where everything is. I’m gonna go grab a shower real quick. I need one after the gym.”

“Thank you,” she responded. She paused and looked at me as if she had something on her mind.

“Yes?” I inquired, as she stood there eyeing me.

“Nothing. It’s just…I have to say, whatever you’re doing at the gym these days, keep it up. You look hot.” She smiled a bit suggestively.

“Um, thanks…” I stammered as I went up the stairs to my bedroom.

“What the hell was that?” I wondered to myself. Was Emily coming on to me? No, you’re probably just horny, and Erin is right, you do need to get laid, I thought as I restarted the water and climbed in. And the truth is, I was realizing how horny I really was lately. I’d been taking care of myself fairly frequently since I didn’t want the complication of a relationship, and I as I looked down, I realized Yazıbaşı Escort that I was actually getting hard in the shower thinking about that subtle and alluring little smile of hers. I soaped my member, and halfway thought about taking care of business in the shower, but decided not to since Emily was still downstairs. Perhaps I would use her as mental fuel later, thinking about bending over that 20-something little booty while I rubbed one out. I quickly finished my shower, got out, shaved, and put on some deodorant and cologne before stepping out of the master bath into my bedroom. I was completely nude and heading toward my dresser for fresh underwear, when I saw Emily reclining on my bed and jumped with a start, crying out “Oh my God!”

Emily just smiled as I quickly looked around for something to cover myself with. “Awww, don’t do that, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, trust me,” she said, as she raised herself up slowly onto her elbows.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, as I quickly reached back and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. As I turned back around to face her, she had already crossed nearly the entire distance between the bed and me.

“I’d think that’s obvious, Martin,” she purred. “I was hoping to catch a glimpse of you naked.” She came up to me, put her soft hand on my stomach, and then her other on my neck. Her touch was glorious, and I stared into her big, gorgeous eyes, captivated. What the hell was happening? I knew I should stop this. “Of course, I was never good at the whole ‘look but don’t touch’ thing,” she added.

“Emily, we…we…I can’t do…this,” I stammered.

“Do what?” she cooed, as she quickly moved her hand around my midsection, undoing my towel and cupping my ass. I could smell her sweet and glorious perfume, the cool rush of the room’s air, and as she pressed her body into me and my rapidly-hardening cock, I started to weaken. Damn, it had been too long. Still, I couldn’t do this, I knew it. She was one of my daughter’s friends!

“I can’t do this. You’re one of Erin’s best friends. It’s not right.”

“What?” she said, batting her eyes, pressing her firm tits into my chest. “I’m grown. I’m 22 years old, which is hardly a baby.” She brushed her lips softly against mine, and I could feel her breath as she spoke softly. “I can be quiet about my conquests, if it means I get to sleep with a sexy and experienced man. Besides…” she slid her hand from my neck to my arms and chest, squeezing my muscles, “I have to say, to me…” she slid her other hand in front, and grabbed my now raging-hard cock, “Everything here just feels right.” She started to pump me slowly, and my knees slightly buckled at the feeling of her soft hand.

I was weakening, and I knew it. “But, I’m not prepared. I don’t have any…”

“I’m on the pill,” she interrupted. “And if you prefer, I’ll only let you cum in my mouth. I love the taste of cum.” At that, I was toast and she knew it, and leaned up to kiss me. It took me exactly 2 seconds to grab her, open my mouth to let her stick her tongue down my throat, and press her tightly against me.

We kissed hard, tongues swirling and dancing toward each other, for a couple of minutes, fondling each other as I removed her top and grasped her breast. It was firm, with the kind of elasticity that only youth can bring, and small, pink, erect nipples. I bent down to give it a quick lick, and she enjoyed it, but after a few minutes pushed away slightly and said, greedily eyeing my cock, “I want to taste that.”

She got down on her knees, and after a couple of deliberate and full licks up and down the sides, plunged most of me into her mouth. She sucked her cheeks in a bit at first, then slowly started doing a figure-8 motion while slowly sucking me in and out of her mouth. For a younger girl, she really did seem to know what she was doing. I felt my knees weaken a bit and my eyes roll back in my head as she got a bit more aggressive, slowing down only to occasionally give me eye contact, which has always been a huge turn on for me during head.

She alternated out a few strokes of my cock with her hand while she came up for a bit more air. “You are amazing at that. My god!” I exclaimed.

“I love sucking guys off. From beginning to when they rocket off in my mouth,” she said with an evil grin.

“Well, you need to stop, because I’m not ready to cum yet,” I said, and despite this, she managed to latch on for a few more sucks before I stepped out of her reach. She actually whimpered a bit as I bent down and helped her up, leading her to the bed. I could already tell that this girl was going to be fun.

As I laid her down on the bed, I pulled down her shorts, smelling the musky perfume of her pussy, and as I spread her legs apart, I could see that her snatch already appeared to be drooling. She reached down for my cock again, and as I sidestepped it, said “Can I at least suck you off later? Giving head gets me so wet.”

“I can tell,” I chuckled. “Tell you what, we’ll see.” She pouted slightly, as crawled up on the bed and bent over to administer my first kisses to her gorgeously trimmed cooch. I kissed around Yazıbaşı Escort and then on her lips, and as she started to breathe deeper and lift her butt up a bit, I began to draw the first strokes of my tongue up her clit. She shuddered as I dived in further, and her pussy began to drip regularly. I lapped up her sweet, sweet nectar and dove in further, hitting her clit from side to side, alternating out with strokes from a flat tongue, bladed, and teasing her rapidly with the tip flicking back and forth.

I’ve always enjoyed eating a woman out, and this girl was a real joy to lap up, tasting of honey and oh so loud and appreciative. She quickly moved from moaning to a higher-pitched squeal, and when I put a finger inside her and started hitting her G-spot, she went even louder. As I hooked my finger up, she arched her back and hips upward, and started yelping in short, almost barking bursts as I dove in and started tonguing and fingering her for all I was worth. “Oh…oh…oh…oh my fucking God!!” she announced loudly, as she squirted my face with a nice little spray of her cum. I stood up to swallow, and she pulled me in towards her.

“Sorry, I should have warned you, I get really wet. Sometimes I even squirt a bit like that,” she said, almost apologetically. I felt like I’d won the lottery.

“Good. That’s a gigantic fucking turn on for me.” She smiled, darted up, and quickly kissed me deep, savoring and moaning a bit as she sucked her juices off my face.

“I can’t wait to taste me on your cock.” I twitched involuntarily at those words, and she wasted no time grabbing me and guiding me down to her waiting hole.

Now, I’m decently sized, but more than length, I’m fairly thick, so I’ve learned to go slow the first time I penetrate a girl. But Emily wanted none of that, apparently. As I pushed the head in and out slowly, deepening my strokes, I was on about my 4th or 5th thrust when she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled, impaling herself on my entire length. She wrapped her toned little legs around my back, trapping me there, and I had to take a second to make sure I didn’t shoot right then, I was so turned on. She was tight and so wet I could already feel her running down my shaft. I began plunging in and out of her slowly, and she growled a guttural “harder.”

I picked up my pace and intensity a bit, and grabbed her around the waist, pulling myself in deeper with each thrust. I could feel her wonderful, tight pussy grasping at me, as she slowly seeped her liquid down my shaft and balls. “Harder, fucking impale me on that cock,” she growled, and I started really pumping her, feeling the burn in my arms and my ab muscles. “Goddamn you have a nice cock!”

“And you have an amazing pussy, my dear,” I responded, as I slammed her extra hard.

“Fuck me harder. Fuck me as hard as you fucking can!” she yelled, and I accommodated, pounding her with everything I had, but after about 30 frenzied seconds, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep that pace up. Instead, I pulled out, and as she shot out a “Heyyyyy!!” I stood up on the carpet, reached out and pulled her by her ankles to the edge of the bed, and plunged right back in.

By this point, I was turned on to the point of primal, and I grabbed her hips and started pulling her into me as I slammed my hips in with each thrust. She started moaning hard, reaching up to stroke and claw at my chest, then grabbed my biceps as I flexed them with each pull of her. “Goddamn, goddamn, oh FUUUCCCKKKKKKKK!” she let out with a long wail, as I felt her pussy contract so tight around my cock that it actually slightly hurt. I stopped because I couldn’t move my dick an inch, as she squirted a bit harder than last time. “Goddamn!” she exclaimed, “nobody has ever gotten me to squirt like that!”

“Maybe it won’t be the first time,” I exclaimed, and since I needed a quick breather from the pistoning, I bent down and started aggressively fingering and licking her pussy again for a brief bit. She quickly arched her hips up, and within less than 30 seconds, I got her to squirt again, though not quite as violent as last time.

“Come here with that beautiful cock,” she said, as she quickly moved forward and started sucking me. “Mmmm, I can taste me on you, damn it’s delicious,” and she started sucking me with amazing enthusiasm. I let her continue for a bit, and as she put nearly all of me in her mouth, I could tell she wanted me to cum in her mouth, but I had different plans.

I pulled her off me, and as she started to protest, lightly shoved her back on the bed. I entered her and started at a medium pace, then started fucking her again for all I was worth. She pulled back and whispered “I want to feel you on top of me again,” and I crawled back up on the bed and started giving it to her hard again. She arched her body up, and I ground down, making her shudder, then I pulled out and started spanking her clit with my hard member. It only took about 20 seconds for my hunch to be rewarded, as she squirted hard and sprayed my entire crotch and even up to my stomach with her warm, sticky cum. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed, and I felt a bit of pride realizing I was the Escort Yazıbaşı first man to make that happen to her.

I plunged back in and she wrapped her arms around me, pressing her slightly damp flesh into mine. The feeling of her breasts pressing against my chest, her scent, the intoxicating wetness and feel of her pussy, it was all getting too much for me. I could feel the familiar rising in my balls, and I knew that it would be hard to make this last much longer.

“I need to cum soon,” I panted out.

She reached up snaked her fingers into the hair on the back of my head, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. “Good, baby,” she cooed, “where do you want to cum? My mouth? My tits?”

“No, I want to cum in you!” I blurted out.

“Good! Cum in me. Cream me, I want to feel you shoot deep inside me. Cum in me baby!”

That was all it took, as I plunged in to my balls and rocketed deep inside her. I pushed in so deep I felt her arch against me and scream out in pleasure, and I pushed the last fraction of an inch deeper, as she screamed out, “Oh fuck yes, fucking cum in me baby, make me cum again!!” with a final moan, and with that, I shot my load hard in her, pumping her full so hard that I actually felt a slight ache in my balls as they emptied.

My vision tunneled down for a second as I felt my balls contract, and I had to steady myself so as not to crush her. I felt her partially catch me and whisper “It’s ok. I’m not made of glass, you won’t break me.” I paused and caught my breath as my vision returned to normal.

She reached up and kissed me deeply. “That…” she paused, catching her breath, “that was fucking incredible” she panted.

“Yeah, that was pretty god damn good,” I agreed. We stayed joined for a couple of minutes, breathing hard, touching, occasionally kissing, until I started to flag a bit and slide out. I slipped to the side of her and laid facing her, as she did the same. After a few minutes of silence, she spoke first.

“Wow. Can you get another rise out of that thing?” she asked eagerly?

“At least once more, maybe two or three,” I said grinning.

“OK, good, because I have plans for you today.” I glanced at the clock. It was a bit after 3pm. I had nothing going on, and I knew she just needed to be gone before Erin got home.

“I’d like that,” I said. She slid to a sitting up position, spreading her legs. “Nobody has ever made me cum like that. Of course, I guess that’s part of the bonus of fucking a man that knows what he’s doing, instead of a college boy” she said with an evil glint in her eye. I was beginning to wonder what kind of monster I had awoken. “I do wish you had let me suck you off, because I love tasting a man’s cream, but I couldn’t deny you your wish, especially not after you gave me a dicking like that!” She was spreading her lips, and grinning at me like she was ready to go again, which, come to think of it, she probably was.

Emily leaned over, kissing my dick lightly, then slowly began tongue-bathing it clean, licking up the drops of leftover cum with great enthusiasm. She sucked the last remaining drops in my member out with a bit of force, and I was starting to show signs of life again due to her ministrations, but I knew that I wasn’t quite there yet, so I leaned back down on the bed after she was done. She sat back with her legs spread again, spied a water glass on my nightstand from last night, downed a swallow, then handed me the inch or so remaining in it. “Drink up,” she said. I downed the rest, then she took the glass from me, and put it right beneath her pussy. I watched as she pushed my cum firmly out of her pussy and into the glass, waiting a bit as it all ran out thickly. I could see a bit of her juices mixed with my jizz, and was fascinated as I watched her swirl the glass a little bit, then tilt it back and let every drop fall into her mouth, as if it was the most natural thing ever. Slowly, she swirled her tongue, a look of pure pleasure and lust on her face. She opened her mouth, and showed me the cum, then went back to swirling, the same look of pleasure plastering her face. A minute passed, and she did it again, showing me what looked to be a bit less, then again another minute of swirling. Finally, I saw her swallow, and grin real big as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. “All gone!” she proudly proclaimed. “You, my dear, have some great-tasting cum,” she said as she grinned like the Cheshire cat.

I realized I had gotten closer while I was watching this display, fascinated, and was kneeling on the bed, mouth open, having just witnessed one of the most unabashedly lustful and nasty acts I had ever seen a woman I had been with perform, and I realized that I was so turned on every part of me was buzzing and practically ready to fuck right now. Emily glanced down and smiled, saying “Well, it looks like somebody approves of what a cum-hungry bitch I am.” I glanced down, and realized my dick was at complete attention, full and pointing at the ceiling. She bent down, and started sucking me, but this time more aggressively. Her tongue rippled along my shaft as she sucked every inch of me into her throat, and I responded by pulling back and beginning to fuck her very willing mouth. She pulled me out of her, gently sucked and licked on my balls, and then pulled me deep into her throat again, pausing every few strokes to massage me with her throat. I was in heaven, it had been ages since I’d had head like this.

Note: If you’re looking for dirty hardcore sex, this is NOT the page for you. Some scenes in this story were actually based on personal life experience. I hope you enjoy!

Hi my name is Katherine, a 39 year old housewife and mom from Florida. I’m 5’11 tall, 34b, with slender built, and dirty blonde hair. My long smooth legs are my best feature, and I enjoy showing them off to anybody who appreciates.

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STEVE: Hello Honey!

KATHY: Hi Honey! I’ve been waiting for you to sign in. I miss you.

STEVE: Aww. I’m sorry I had to do some overtime.

KATHY: It’s okay I’m glad you’re back at your hotel now.

STEVE: So how’s my loving wife and kids? Are they still up?

KATHY: We are fine Honey. Thank you. Mark is in his room probably asleep by now, while Kelly is right there on the couch watching T.V.

STEVE: Good. Say hi to Kelly for me.

KATHY: I just did. She says hi too and she says she misses you.

STEVE: I miss you all. I can’t wait until I can finally get home.

KATHY: Me too Honey.

STEVE: How about Mr. Anderson. How is he?

KATHY: Oh you’re so naughty Steve. I can’t believe you asked that. It’s never been the same since yesterday. I’m too embarassed stay long even in our own back yard now.

STEVE: Don’t worry Kathy. I’m sure he won’t tell anyone about it.

KATHY: I certainly hope so!

STEVE: So how long have you been online tonight? I’m sorry again for making you wait.

KATHY: It’s okay Steve. I’ve been online for a couple of hours before Kelly came downstairs.

STEVE: Really? Doing what?

KATHY: Well…

STEVE: Well let me guess. You’ve been chatting on that chat site again?

KATHY: Hehehehe. You guessed right!

STEVE: I knew it! How many perverts have you chatted with tonight?

KATHY: Just a few.

STEVE: What did you talk about?

KATHY: You know…

STEVE: Are they the same guys you chat with regularly?

KATHY: No. It was my first time chatting with them tonight.

STEVE: Was there anyone who got special treatment from my lovely wife?

KATHY: Well, there was this 19 year old boy, and a 62 year old man.

STEVE: Dikili Escort Tell me about the boy first Honey.

KATHY: He seemed nice. He liked my body description. Specially the long legs part.

STEVE: I bet he did. Did you have fun chatting with him?

KATHY: Yes Honey. He was very sweet. And…

STEVE: And what?

KATHY: He asked me to wear something sexy for him, so he could imagine me while we chatted.

STEVE: Did you follow his request?

KATHY: Yes. I wore my black silk nightgown. The long one that splits up high up my thighs. My black thong, and my black high heels.

STEVE: Oh that’s my favorite. Do you still have them on now?

KATHY: Yes honey. Except…

STEVE: Except what?

KATHY: He made me take off my panties.

STEVE: Oooh naughty boy huh.

KATHY: Yes Honey. He was so horny. He called me Mommy while he stroked his cock.

STEVE: You liked that? What else did he make you do?

KATHY: He made me feel my body through the thin material of my nightgown. He kept remiding me to make sure my sexy legs were fully exposed from the slit.

STEVE: Mmm. I can just imagine. Tell me more Honey.

KATHY: He asked me to spread my legs and fingerfuck myself.

STEVE: Did my sexy wife comply?

KATHY: Yes I did everything he asked. I told him every step as I was doing it, while he was stroking.

STEVE: So was he able to make my sexy wife cum?

KATHY: I did Honey.

STEVE: What about him? Did you make him cum?

KATHY: Yes. He liked the part when I said “Mommy is so horny for you. Mommy wants you to cum. Please cum for Mommy.” He imagined me fingering myself for him as I said that. That made him cum.

STEVE: God Kathy you’re making me hard. Tell me more! What about the older man you chatted with?

KATHY: Oh that old man. He called me his slut. He’s into incest. He kept asking about my daughter.

STEVE: Dirty old man huh. What did he ask about Kelly?

KATHY: He asked about Kelly’s body description after he asked about mine. He said he liked the idea of a leggy mom and daughter having sex with him.

STEVE: I’m sure he wants that. It’s every Dikili Escort Bayan man’s fantasy.

KATHY: Oh really? Even yours?

STEVE: Of course Honey. But tell me more.

KATHY: Well, he wanted me to call Kelly over next to me so we could chat together with him.

STEVE: Did you call her down?

KATHY: I was going to, but for some reason, he got disconnected from the chat, or maybe he left. I don’t know.

STEVE: But Kelly’s there now sitting on the couch watching T.V. right?

KATHY: Yes Honey.

STEVE: What is my sexy daughter wearing?

KATHY: She’s wearing her white babydoll nightie.

STEVE: The short one?

KATHY: Yes Honey.

STEVE: Mmm. I always liked it when she wears that. It exposes a lot of her young smooth legs.

KATHY: It actually does Steve.

STEVE: God I’m so hard thinking about my wife and daughter sitting there with their sexy legs on display.

KATHY: She looks very sexy sitting there.

STEVE: Tell her to get a chair and sit next to you.

KATHY: Seriously?

STEVE: Yes Honey. I know how close you and Kelly are. I’m sure she wont mind joining our chat.

KATHY: Okay she’s getting a chair.

STEVE: Mmm. I want to finish what that old man you chatted with started.

KATHY: You’re so naughty Steve. She’s here now. She said hi while reading this page.

STEVE: Hi Babygirl. I can just imagine you and your mom’s sexy legs right now as you sit there.

KATHY: Kelly said thanks and she thinks my long legs are sexy too.

STEVE: Mmm. I agree. You both are my leggy sluts. Just like the old man earlier said.

KATHY: She asked if you’re masturbating now. I told her the truth.

STEVE: That’s because she makes daddy’s cock so hard, just like her mom does.

KATHY: Okay Honey. We are your sluts. Is that what you want to hear?

STEVE: God yes! Feel Kelly’s thighs for me.

KATHY: She lifted up the hem of her nightie for me. Exposed the full length of her long young legs to me. I’m touching her thighs now.

STEVE: Mmm. How does my daughter’s thighs feel Honey?

KATHY: Smooth as silk!

STEVE: I love this. My cock Escort Dikili is so hard for you my sluts. Tell to take her panties off too and get her to sit on the desk right next to the monitor.

KATHY: Kelly’s stepping out of her panties. Got herself up on this desk now, sitting with her nightie up her waist. She’s leaning back on her elbows with her legs wide open. She said I love you Dad.

STEVE: Oh God. You dirty sluts turn me on. Lick her inner thigh from her knee all the way to her young pussy.

KATHY: Honey every inch of her tastes so good. I’m licking her young bald pussy now. I love this too.

STEVE: Mmm. Does my daughter like what her mom’s doing to her now?

KATHY: Her neck is bent back. Our daughter is moaning.

STEVE: Now you lean back on your chair and relax for a bit. Spread your legs wide and start playing with your pussy with your fingers. I’m sure you’ve been wet.

KATHY: Yes Honey. I’m fingering my wet pussy for now.

STEVE: What’s my other slut doing?

KATHY: She’s still on the table but rubbing her clit with her fingers now.

STEVE: Push your fingers into her young pussy, when you’re not typing.

KATHY: Ooooooh Steve. We’re both moaning here. I wished you could see or hear us.

STEVE: I’m stroking my hard cock faster and harder now. I’m going to explode! Don’t stop sluts!

KATHY: I have 3 fingers deep inside my wet pussy. I’m so close to cumming too. Kelly is fingering her young pussy while rubbing her clit with her other hand. I think she’s cumming too.

STEVE: Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. I’m cumming! Say out loud what you both are while you cum too!

KATHY: Kelly just came. She moaned. “I’m Daddy’s little slut!”

STEVE: Ohhhhhh! Yesssssssss!

KATHY: Mmmm Honey I’m cumming. I’m a dirty slut wife and mom!

STEVE: Good girls. Now lick and suck each other’s fingers dry.

KATHY: Yes Honey. We’re doing that now while she sat on my lap. We like the taste of each other’s juices.

STEVE: I wished I was there right now. Oh my God. I didn’t know my young daughter can be so slutty too. Tell her I love her. I can’t wait to get back home there with you.

KATHY: Kelly said she loves you too. She asked if it’s okay with you, she wants to sleep with me in our room tonight.

STEVE: Sure. Why not. As long as you tell me about it tomorrow. Hehe.

KATHY: Of course Honey. Good night now. I love you! Xxx.

STEVE: In a hurry to go upstairs huh. Good night my sluts! I love you!

Brenda was really confused. Her family kept pestering her and telling her she should settle down and start a family. They didn’t like her boyfriend at all.

“That Simon seems like a right fag! He’s a total weirdo, going around in his bare feet and everything!” admonished Brenda’s brother Jim, himself a very talented college athlete.

Her family were also concerned that her nineteen year old brother Jake was a little too effeminate acting. They really didn’t need Brenda’s techno hippy boyfriend around as a bad influence.

For Christ’s sake, Simon was twenty eight years old and he didn’t act at all like a man. He needed to grow up! Whatever Brenda saw in him, they could never see.

With her job as a nurse, and going to school at night though, Brenda was under a lot of stress. She was a bag of nerves!

She had now done the unthinkable though . Something she never, ever thought she would do. She had been to see a doctor and had gotten some anti depressants to help her relax. God they helped!

There was a down side to it, it seemed. Because of her use of pills , she just didn’t at all feel at ease to scold Simon, who surprisingly to Brenda, had recently started smoking pot.

At first it really bothered her, but now for some reason, it didn’t so much.

Somehow, despite everything, Simon’s eccentric ways, his unpredictability, his laziness, she still needed him.

Even though she was in no mood for sex at all lately, go figure, with her job, school and taking her meds now. She still somehow felt emotionally drawn to him.

In the little time she was at home though, she just wanted to crash and go to sleep. Life wasn’t easy for her. She needed the meds to cope.

Through all of this Simon was off in his own world. He’d finally tried having sex with men. Brenda knew absolutely nothing about it.

He’d sucked the cock of mutual friend Miguel. He’d gotten fucked by a butch fag down town, and now Simon was developing an appetite for gay sex. It was all he could think about.

His mind was becoming good and dirty. He liked that.

Like any other day, with Brenda at work, Simon woke up late in the afternoon. He took a few hits from his pot pipe. He then slowly got dressed.

He put on some vintage hippie bell bottom cotton pants. They were blue and white striped. They hugged his ample cock and balls and voluptuous ass cheeks. The kind of ass any gay man would drool over.

He boldly put on a ripped fish net top. One of Brenda’s own, that showed his enticing fem boy tits.

He added a few colorful bracelets and wrist bands, picked up his shoulder bag and went out.

He walked like an air headed slut, and thought about nothing but sex.

His cock and balls were enraged and his ass tingled with eager anticipation.

He felt like he’d submit to anyone so very easily. He was eager to talk with anybody about cock!

The afternoon sun was shining on him just so lovely, and of course, he absolutely just hated wearing shoes! Going barefoot was such a feel good feeling that so very, very much appealed to him. Indeed it felt sexy, so why shouldn’t he go barefoot?

Horny as fuck, pleasantly stoned on the pot, he made his way across a parking lot, through a park, across some tarmac and into a cool long Beach shopping mall. The cool tile floor felt precious under his bare soles.

A bulky black security guard eyed him suspiciously. Simon’s cock got even harder. His ass jiggled from side to side subconsciously.

He’d started to do a slut walk. He was more than game now. Simon wanted gay sex. Sex with men. He wanted Bayındır Escort to get fucked.

Here in the shopping mall today, he was going to get his hair done. As always he had Brenda’s credit card. She paid for everything, so what did he care?

Nervously Simon made his way past shoppers and walked inside the hairdressers.

Simon had guessed that most hair dressers were gay, and this one that now approached him looked decidedly so. Simon’s eyes blazed with sexual excitement.

“Hi. How may I help you?” he asked Simon in a soft voice.

He was about forty years old with crystal piercing blue eyes, and blonde dyed spiked hair.

To Simon’s pleasure he wore tight, faded, flared designer jeans, a super low rise on his sexy hips. A maroon tight sleeveless halter top served his upper torso well, and my God, what an ass he had! Simon was melting.

“C’mon sweetie relax! My names Corbey!” He said.

Corbey took Simon by the hand and helped him into a barber’s chair.

“You’re a cutie alright babe,” Corbey enthused, rubbing his slender fingers along Simon’s aproned shoulder.

“I hope you don’t mind if I smoke, most hairdressers do for some reason!” he laughed, excusing himself. Simon blushed and felt his heat rising even more.

“No, I don’t mind if you smoke,” said Simon softly, as the thought flashed through his mind that maybe he should try smoking. When offered one though, he somehow decided he wouldn’t.

God, Corbey was turning Simon on though. Getting him hot! Simon wanted to squirm in his chair.

When he had a hand free, Corbey stroked Simon’s neck area, and Simon could hear him breathing so soft and sexily, while his hair was being styled.

When he smoked, Simon could see him in the mirror, his thick luscious lips pursed as he exhaled. He held his cigarette and smoked it like a very, very sultry women. It enthralled Simon.

When Simon’s hair was done, it was amazing! It still flowed past his shoulders, but was now dyed black and had been straightened.

He had a thin purple streak down his left side, and a yellow streak down his right.

“It looks so cool! Maybe I should get some piercing done!” Simon exclaimed, now standing up.

Corbey walked over to him.

“Babe, I can hook you up with that,” he said.

Corbey then used his subtle fingers to lightly twist one of Simon’s nipples.

“You wanna come up to my place barefoot boy? I just live up stairs,” Corbey asked, breathing heavily.

Simon’s eyes flashed sexual enticement and he blushed.

“You bet I do Corbey,” Simon said softly and longingly, staring deeply into Corbey’s eyes, and very horny.

Corbey closed up the salon, then he and Simon left through a back door and went up some back stairs to Corbey’s place.

Corbey’s spacious apartment was sun lit, had hard wood floors and had cool designer furniture.

“Well sit down Simon, I’ll get us some wine,” offered Corbey.

Simon stared in lust at his exquisite ass as he entered the kitchen.

Corbey then brought back two glasses of white wine and then sat next to Simon on the couch.

“Let’s get high,” Simon exclaimed, as he pulled a small bag of pot, and a pipe from out of his shoulder bag.

“Oh, you’re not a big druggie, are you hun?” Corbey asked now somewhat concerned.

“No, I just started smoking pot. I really wanna try ecstacy though,” Simon gushed.

“Well please look after yourself if you wanna experiment Simon,” Corbey advised, now lightly rubbing Simon’s near thigh with his fingers.

“I’ll be okay,” Simon Bayındır Escort Bayan insisted, now taking his first hit from the pipe, filling his sweet, still clean lungs with the pungent smelling smoke.

“You want some?” Simon asked and slowly exhaled the smoke, and then offered the pipe to Corbey.

“Why not?” said Corbey laughing, and they proceeded to get high together.

They sat and drank wine, Corbey continued rubbing Simon’s thigh and sometimes teasingly ran his hand over Simon’s cock and balls.

“So dear, are you gay or bi?” asked Corbey inquisitively.

“I don’t know. Maybe gay. I’ve just started having sex with guys. It’s fun! I’ve just started getting into it.” responded Simon enthusiastically.

“Oh baby, baby!” Corbey whispered like a sex kitten. His subtle fingers stroked Simon’s fore arm. Things were getting hot!

He lightly squeezed Simon’s cock and balls and began twirling his fingers once again around Simon’s nipple.

Simon began breathing heavily with satisfaction.

Just then they were interrupted though.

A slim, but muscular oriental male of about 25, now stood several feet away, and was stark naked except for a skimpy red thong, through which Simon could see his cock stood ultra hard and upright!

He was hot! He was hungrily smoking a cigarette.

“So Corbey, where did you find this sultry babe?” he asked, staring intently at Simon.

“Oh Simon dear,” said Corbey.

“This is my roommate Aja,” he gushed.

Aja groped his own swollen member and smiled.

“So you’ve just started getting into gay sex Simon?” he asked invitingly, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Yeah. I wanna get fucked and suck cock!” moaned Simon, now getting bold, tenderly groping Corbey’s cock and balls.

“Well I’m game babe! Let’s go!” offered Aja, smiling and feeling himself up, enticing Simon!

Simon’s cock was on fire!

In a moment they were in the bedroom, all stripped naked.

“Go on, get on the bed babe!” encouraged Corbey, patting Simon’s luscious ass cheeks.

A deliciously eager Simon got on the bed on his hands and knees. Aja then got in front of him, waving his thick, stiff, quivering cock in front of Simon’s face.

Simon’s ass shook suggestively and inflamed in front of corbey.

“Fuck me Corbey please!” Simon pleaded.

Then Simon got distracted! He threw his lips onto Aja’s pulsating cock head. His tongue went to work probing and lashing the cut prick. He sucked his cock greedily!

All through this, Corbey’s cock was hard as a metal torpedo as Simon’s ass swayed burningly, in front of him.

Corbey couldn’t help but see that the soles of Simon’s feet were pitch black!

“Dirty slut!” he muttered affectionately.

He patted Simon’s ass again, and briefly fingered his asshole. Simon exploded with pleasure.

“Let’s get wild then babe!” uttered Corbey, smashing his cock into Simon’s hungry fuck hole.

Simon was going insane with pleasure now!

He manically voiced his pleasured expletives, with elation, depite his busy, busy cock sucking! Indeed! Simon was learning to suck cock like a pro now!

“Baby you are so good at this!” testified a groaning, ecstatic Aja, now pumping his cock in and out of Simon’s mouth!

Corbey slowly and steadily battered Simon’s raging anus. Every time he thrust his cock up against Simon’s prostate, the feeling was just mind blowing!

“So this is what it feels like to be a slut!” thought a feverish Simon, as the passion raged.

His tongue maddeningly Escort Bayındır licked and slashed Aja’s hairy balls and cock. Corbey moaned in passion fucking Simon.

“Fucking whore!” he uttered!

His cock felt like a pulsating powerful spring inside of Simon. Driving him wild with every insertion.

Simon’s ass gyrated wildly as Corbey rode and fucked him like a bronco cowboy!

Simon smashed his own hand madly against his own cock and balls in insane peak sexual experience.

Corbey fingering his nipples, added even more fire to the vicious suck and fuck fest.

Aja’s faced grimaced and he groaned in impossible heights of sexual satisfaction.

This was the wildest fucking sex possible baby! A fucking inferno!

Corbey was now leaning over Simon, passionately licking and kissing him, as he fucked his now raw ass faster and harder.

Simon’s ass swiveled and kicked back in the elation. The bed shook mercilessly.

Aja moaned in unbelievable pleasure as his cock twisted in Simon’s mouth and slammed against the back of his throat, like a rabid Boa constrictor.

“This is so fucking good!” thought Simon as he palmed his own stiff, wet, pulsating cock.

Finally with one final blast, Corbey’s cock slammed into Simon’s asshole and the cum shot into him like a blown fire hydrant. Hot, sticky Semen swam inside of him.

At the same time, Aja’s cock exploded into Simon’s mouth. It gushed semen down his throat and forced Simon to gag.

Some of the delicious cum ran down his chin, as Aja repeatedly slapped his cock over Simon’s face, squirting seed up his nostrils and into his eyes, soaking his hair.

“Oh baby!” screamed Simon in indescribable delight.

Now Simons cock discharged too. His cock and balls on fire! The cum flowed into his hand and onto the bed sheets.

He massaged his sex madly, making the most of this incredible orgasm, as Corbey’s cock still danced in his cum filled crack, and Aja’s prick still slapped against his face, firing the last of his semen onto him.

“Oh fuck!” Simon screamed!

Slowly, very slowly he finished himself off.

At long last all three of them fell about from exhaustion. The beautiful climax fully realized.

“Honey, you are such a good fuck slut!” enthused Corbey, nestling against Simon, and kissing his cum stained lips.

They drank more wine and smoked more pot. Aja had to leave to go to his waiters job.

“Gotta do it again soon babe! You are hot!” He told Simon, hugging and kissing him.

“Thanks for teaching me a few things babe,” Simon replied sincerely, with his eyes watering.

Simon and Corbey spent the rest of the night drinking, making out, and engaging in a burning, impassioned 69 session.

Corbey gave Simon money for a cab and walked outside with him.

“God damn! You are sexy!” Corbey told him urgently as they hugged and kissed, just before Simon got in the taxi.

Just as he got in the cab, from the corner of his eye, Simon saw Brenda’s friend Josephine, standing just across the street .

Josephine had never liked Simon and she had been staring at him and Corbey the whole time since they had first walked outside.

“Oh well!” thought Simon in his drunken state.

Very fashionable, very fickle Josephine was shocked by what she had seen, even though she had always considered Simon a complete oddball.

“Wow! Brenda wouldn’t even know!” Josephine said to herself, more than slightly amazed.

When Simon arrived home at 3 a.m. he went straight to the bathroom and began puking out the wine. Brenda was awakened by it, but just tried to snuggle up closer to the the pillows.

“I wonder what he’s up to now?” she muttered breathlessly.

When Simon felt better, and had cleaned himself, he climbed into the bed next to Brenda and went straight to sleep.

He had a hangover from hell the next day.

This is a continuation of the on-going series featuring casino security officers Kate Galloway and Scott Quinn. Characters, events, and locations may (or may not) be inspired by real people and events. Though for liability reasons: “This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons… blah blah blah…”

Okay, here we go.

If you’ve been following my adventures as a lowly twenty-four year old casino security guard, then you know by now that in my last installment, Galloway and I were forced to separate in order to babysit some grown-ass adults who are perfectly capable of looking out for themselves. But because they were a loud-mouth bunch of drunks with deep pockets, the casino figured it best that Galloway and I get stuck keeping a close eye on them.

This proved to be a catalyst for disaster. Previously, these horny rich entitled brats, as entertainment for their bachelor party, decided to proposition my partner, Kate Galloway, into (what she later described) as a five man gang-bang that left her sore for days, but with pockets full of enough cash to make it worth the effort. Not that kinky group sex wasn’t worth it. Especially for Galloway. She may hide it well behind her dry stoic lady-cop like demeanor, but she loved sex, and was a fiend in bed.

While her party was going on, I had my hands full with entertaining the spouses of those men—the bachelorette party of pink nightmares. Loud obnoxious drunk women with pink fuzzy sashes, very short cocktail dresses, and glittery tiaras.

I’ll be honest with you, I’m really not looking forward to telling you my side of the story. I have a lot of reasons for that.

I think shame plays a big factor. On any other occasion, I’d be more than happy to admit that I fucked some preppy boy’s future bride and her friends all in one sitting. But the fact is, that these girls are everything that turns me off in a woman (not physically) but personality-wise. They were wastes of pretty faces, over-shadowed by loud annoying screechy voices and the inability to shut up.

Think of any prom princess attention whore from high school, who thought she was king shit. She’d be hot if she wasn’t overly loud and obnoxious to the point where you want to throw up. Now imagine five of them, copious amounts of liquor, bachelorette night novelty jewelry, and pink fuzzy scarves that looked like they hunted a bunch of Muppets for sport on an island (“Most Dangerous Game” style), and it’s easy to see why writing this story does not come easily for me. It’s less of a brag letter and more of a confession in a therapist’s office, really.

(Can you tell that I hate people?)

Which brings me to my final reason for not really wanting to tell this story: my partner, Officer Kate Galloway, was not a participant in the events described below.

If you haven’t been following my antics, let me quick catch you up…

Kate Galloway is my partner, friend, love interest, and the best part of my day. She’s just as fucked up as I am— especially in the sense of humor department. And lately me and her have had a wild streak of sexual encounters with each other and various other people at the casino. We usually don’t intend for it to happen. Kate tries to behave herself, take her job seriously, and convey respect and authority with her actions and mannerisms. And I try to just get through each day without getting fired. So for us to constantly end up in the midst of group sex—sometimes with drunk casino patrons, and sometimes with other guards—is pretty impressive.

Galloway is hot as hell, so for me to describe any sexual adventure I’ve had without her in it, sort of makes me question “What’s the point?” But I know I’ve left a lot unanswered since my last story, so here we are.

It started a couple of weeks before Christmas, during that time of year where the radio at any work place turns into a death march of the same dozen or so Christmas songs playing on an endless loop. I swear, employers just do that shit to test our endurance… or to break our will to live.

Kate Galloway fell into step beside me like the two of us were being marched to our execution. She was singing along to Andy Williams. “It’s the holiday season. So hoop-de-do, and dickery-dock, and don’t forget to sit on my cock.”

I couldn’t help but snicker. That was her reward. To make me laugh, and she looked pleased with herself for wiping that frown off my face. I remember being in an especially shitty mood that night, so she took it as a victory.

“You’re never going to un-hear that now,” Galloway smiled at me.

“The song, or you referencing your cock?” I asked.

“The song, smartass.” She said. “Besides, we all know that my cock is right here.” She glanced around quickly to make sure that nobody was looking. Then she discreetly flicked the crotch Bornova Escort of my uniform pants, making me jump.

I only shook my head. “Pretty low brow humor though, even for you, Kate.”

“Yeah,” she half frowned. “But I had to. It was pretty low hanging fruit.”

“Again, are we talking about the song or something else?” My dick still stung from where she flicked me.

“Shut up,” she said and we both laughed, resting our shoulders against each other and trying to shove each other back and forth as we made our way to Pit 4.

*Sigh* Pit 4. This was the real reason I was such a surly bitch tonight.

Our security supervisor had assigned me and Galloway to babysitting duty. Instead of our normal duties of roving the casino grounds and responding to calls and emergencies, it entailed becoming the servant to high rollers— people who thought losing a shit ton of money at the table games entitled them to their own personal body guards.

The managers were good about rotating us in and out of those roles. But tonight, the duty fell squarely to the pair of us. Thank god Galloway was there, otherwise I’m sure I would have gone insane.

There were five of them. The guys were all well dressed twenty-something year old douche bags. One look at them, and you knew they had money. Trust fund kids who won the sperm lottery by being birthed by rich parents. Nepotism runs deep in families like that, and it wouldn’t surprise me if each of these guys had jobs that their daddies, or friends of their daddies, or casual acquaintances of their daddies handed to them. Their path was planned the moment they were born… or maybe I’m the one with daddy issues.

They were good looking… in a popped collar and tribal arm band tattoo kind of way. And even though they were all engaged, married, or soon-to-be married, they had just enough alcohol in their systems to not-so-subtly notice Officer Kate Galloway.

Apparently she fit the bill, in multiple ways, for an Officer they wouldn’t mind as their guardian. She was easy on the eyes, and looked like she could kick someone’s ass all at the same time. And her serious face and ice blue eyes only made her a challenge. Guys like these loved challenges. It wasn’t long before their sideways glances turned into drunken attempts to make casual conversation.

They strutted, they flexed, they brandished wads of cash, and they pinched at her shoulders. The most reaction that it earned from Galloway was a subtle reddening of her cheeks, that matched the raspberry red color of her dyed brown hair.

Eventually Galloway joined me on my side of the table.

“Life of the party,” I teased her, being mindful of the onlookers. Craps tables where large quantities of cash was exchanged always attracted large crowds of spectators. Really, our only objective was to keep an eye on them, if any got sticky fingers or decided to cause trouble (not that I’m going to thwart a robbery if one of them took out a weapon).

Galloway shook her head. “I don’t know why. It’s not exactly like I have my tits out,” she said, straightening the ugly blue uniform shirt and badge.

“Good point. Maybe you should take them out,” I suggested.

“You are such a creeper,” she gave me a shove.

Banter aside, we were used to being hit on, given the environment. Men (and sometimes women) particularly gravitated to Galloway. Especially after a few drinks, the young ones who thought they were hot shit would grow bold and try to pick her up. I don’t blame them. She was probably better looking than any half-nude cocktail server at our establishment.

And I’ve had my share of pickups as well (some successful and some not so much). Let’s face it, at this job, I got laid more in my life than ever, and I’ve also turned down more offers than ever. Older women were usually the most aggressive with me. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s the fact that I was 24, a bit rugged, a heavy drinker, and just gruff enough to not tell them what they wanted to hear. They loved that shit. I once had a woman complain to me that her drink wasn’t very good, and the bartenders were lax, to which I responded with “Sweetie, I’m security. I really don’t give a damn.” She’d recoiled, then smiled like she enjoyed the scolding, introduced herself, and stuffed her number into my pocket (but that’s another story).

While Galloway and I had our huddle where we played like junkyard dogs with each other, it wasn’t long before our group of bachelors were joined by their significant others. Apparently the bachelorettes were having their own hen party, sequestered away in another part of the casino.

“Oh god!” Galloway’s eyes widened with alarm as the gaggle approached.

We could hear them coming before we saw them. Loud and screechy and definitely drunk. The cluster of five women were clad in pink sashes like Miss America contestants. The bride-to-be was wearing a tiara… like she was fooling anyone.

“Hi Bornova Escort Bayan boys!” They declared, crowding the groomsmen’s side of the table. They were sauntering around with their drinks, loud-talking over everyone, and I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the guys, as douche-like as they may be.

“Pink nightmares,” Galloway whispered to me.

I snickered, watching as the women plucked at the bachelors, messing their hair, pecking them on the cheeks, plucking at their ties, and taking selfies by the boat-load.

“They kind of remind me of that scene in the Hitchcock movie ‘The Birds’,” I smirked. “You know… the school yard scene.”

Galloway allowed a grin to spread from ear to ear. “Risselty rosselty now now now.” She sang in a haunted sounding voice.

We looked at each other had to hold in our laughter. It came out anyway, like a motorboat sputtering sound.

As we joked, delighted in each other, Supervisor Vic radioed us. “Vic to Quinn and Galloway.”

“Go for Galloway,” she sang back into her mic.

“What?” I asked, not bothering with the radio lingo.

“Just an FYI, those high rollers that you’re babysitting, keep on them until you’re relief arrives,” Vic said.

“What the hell?” I shot a look to Galloway. She merely shrugged in response. Typically we were meant to guard high rollers until they were done gambling. This was something new.

“It’s not at our request. It’s the casino’s,” Vic explained. “Clearly they’re having some sort of pre wedding party. And we don’t want them causing problems.”

“What kind of shenanigans do they think this bunch is going to get into?” Galloway asked.

It was my turn to shrug. “Pecking school children to death with their beaks.”

This earned a laugh from my partner. “Shut up,” she punched me lightly on the shoulder.

Our banter must have caught the attention of the group we were there to babysit. Because the addition of the drunk women became a catalyst for disaster. It wasn’t long before they were surrounding us.

“Are these the strippers?” One particularly vocal blonde (I assume the maid of honor) called out to the men.

“Couldn’t be!” a bachelor shouted back. “We ordered two women! I want a refund!”

I could feel the women assessing me. One of them even began to pluck at my shirt, much to my annoyance. “You don’t have to send him back, we’ll take him.” Another said. “You can have the girl.”

“You do know we’re not strippers, right ma’am?” Galloway asked, trying to get a read on if they were kidding or being serious.

“With the amount of money we’re throwing around, you’re whatever we say you are,” the guys chimed in drunkenly from their end of the table.

Galloway shot me a look and rolled her eyes. She wasn’t offended. It was hard to offend either of us.

“It’s so hot when they tell it like it is,” the bachelorette said. Then she began to pull on my shirt. “We’ll take this one. We’ll leave you with the girl guard.” I was a little alarmed as the gaggle of pink nightmares began to lead me away from the Craps table. I could barely tolerate them for a hot minute. Now they were dragging me along to whatever pit of hell they’d crawled out of?

“Have fun boys,” the women called over their shoulder. “We’re be in the VIP area. Don’t wait up!”

I really didn’t want to go, but my boss had been pretty insistent that this group needed a watchful eye on them. And seeing that they were already visibly drunk (something that the casino grew uptight about), I knew I didn’t have a whole lot of other options. I resigned myself to my fate, leaving Galloway in the pit.

***

Now at this point, I should probably go on to explain that me and Galloway were forced to split up– something that we rarely did. I only confided the things that I did (or rather, had happen to me) when we met up later for drinks. She told me her adventure, alone with the five drunk horny entitled men. By the time her story was over, I was so turned on that I took her back to my place with a six pack. And while I told her my story, we worked each other over… mostly with our mouths. I sensed a few instances of jealousy, because if I hit a nerve, I could feel her mouth tighten around my cock as she sucked me… It’s nice to be wanted…

***

So to illustrate this tale, allow me to describe my five tormentors.

I’ll start with Sara— the unpleasant one. Why is it that the loudest ones are always the least attractive? Maybe it’s the female equivalent of peacocking. I assume she was the maid/matron of honor. People like her tend to be. The assertive pushy one who shoulders her way into whatever the hell station that she wants in life by counting on everyone else to uncomfortably knuckle-under. Don’t get me wrong, I like assertive. But you can be an Alpha female through actions and quiet dignity. This bitch was the kind who’d loud-talk over you, and Escort Bornova bring nothing but drama and pestilence.

She had straight shoulder-length blonde hair. Her features could be mistaken for cute, but I wasn’t buying it. She had a pointed slightly upturned nose (that to me looked like a troll doll). Now it was red from all of the tequila she was throwing back. She had chubby cheeks and a big mouth. She looked like she was big into partying, but also creating problems. Whoa unto whatever cute waitresses would have to serve this bitch. She’d be the type to torment a server, shit talk her while the girl would still be within ear-shot, then ask to speak to the manager to whine about said server. She would be my biggest threat.

She was a little bit heavier, with a big round ass to match her cheeks. Life would not be kind to her as she aged. She’d be heavy some day. Too bad (sarcasm). She was all pink tonight. Pink dress that didn’t really flatter her, pink sash, and a glittery tiara. I know I’m being overly biased (because again, she wasn’t awful), but between her looks, personality, and the color of her dress, I would be hard pressed to compare her looks to a celebrity without deferring to “Miss Piggy”.

Then there was Nikki. Nikki was the princess. Her personality and voice were somewhat subdued. Dare I even say ‘mild mannered’? But you could tell she was the gold digger in the group. She had that look about her. Expensive everything. Designer little black dress (think of something Posh Spice would wear). Expensive diamond jewelry, and a diamond ring as big as a fuckin’ marble. The way her hair was styled, alone, probably cost more than I made in a month. Whichever guy at the craps table that she was married to, clearly money was the selling point for her.

Not that I blame her. She looked like a million bucks. She could have been Sara’s hotter younger sister. Her features were similar to Sara’s but in all the right ways. Blonde hair, but her dye job looked believable. Like ‘amber waves of grain’… or some shit. She had a cute turned-up nose like Tinkerbelle, complete with a splash of freckles. Her mouth pulled into a perfect smile, and you could tell that she had worn braces as a kid. They were just too straight and white.

Her body was perfectly slim. Skinny, but without being too skinny. Nice hips, cute butt, and a perfectly proportioned pair of tits (C cup maybe?). I found myself debating if her breasts were real. Their shape was perfect and fit her body, but they weren’t enormous, so it was a hard call. She was comparable to Gwyneth Paltrow… you know… minus the crazy (or with more crazy. I didn’t know this girl that well).

Julie was the black sheep of the group— and incidentally my personal favorite. She was the quiet meek one that they probably brought along to be their driver and voice of reason. The responsible one that wasn’t the first name to come up if they were planning a party, but the first phone number they’d call if they were stranded somewhere.

She was a little blonde, probably about 5′ 2″. Not busty, but nothing to be shy about either, and a nice butt and legs. She had a nervous smile, big blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair. Maybe I’m making too many assumptions, but she looked like the type to read a lot, and she probably kept a clean modest home. I’m guessing if she didn’t have a history with these other girls that went back years, she’d probably have nothing to do with them now.

This was apparent by her sensible makeup that wasn’t too showy or gaudy, and her dress— black with a little bit of sparkle up top, and instead of picking something short and tight that hugged her ass, she went for flowy and modest below the waist. Not my type of girl, per se (we know what my type is), but a definite cutie that I wanted to save from the rest of these hens.

Kelly was the party girl. If anyone was likely to have drugs with her, it was this slut. She kind of looked like Kesha, if you know what I mean? Raven black hair, thin face, prominent nose and chin, a mouth that always looked like it was frowning in an ever-so-slightly annoyed expression, and sleepy eyes. Judging from the way she did her makeup, it was less about the good times, and more about the substances she’d abuse. This girl was a train wreck in her personal life, and she wasn’t afraid to advertise it in her makeup and attire. She was rocking a jean skirt that was frayed deliberately (and probably way more expensive than it should have been), and a tight black top that showed off her mid-riff. As far as tits went, she wasn’t especially remarkable— a couple of A-cups. But she had wide hips, a shapely ass, and smooth thick thighs.

Lastly, there was Stephi— the bride-to-be. She had brown hair with blonde highlights— one of those girls who you could tell probably changed her hair color and style every three weeks. She had blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and a big smile— with a bit of an overbite that gave her a chipmunk sort of mouth. I’m not sure if it was a result of her teeth or jaw, but she also had a bit of a speech impediment. Similar to Elmer Fudd, she said her “R’s” like “W’s”. “Really” sounded like “Weally.” “Rabbits” sound like “Wabbits.” If you’ve ever watched the show “Big Bang Theory”, you know what I’m talking about.