Free Sex Stories & Erotic Stories - Sex Stories https://adultfriendindia.com Sex Stories Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 tr hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.4.3 Lonely Nights https://adultfriendindia.com/lonely-nights.html https://adultfriendindia.com/lonely-nights.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://adultfriendindia.com/lonely-nights.html It was a dark and stormy night. Twenty year old Ashley sat on her couch, watching the rain and lightning through her window. She was curled up on the seat, cuddling a pillow, and occasionally jumped at loud thunder, or bright lightning. When it was calmer, she enjoyed the storm, but held the pillow because ... Devamını oku

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It was a dark and stormy night. Twenty year old Ashley sat on her couch, watching the rain and lightning through her window. She was curled up on the seat, cuddling a pillow, and occasionally jumped at loud thunder, or bright lightning. When it was calmer, she enjoyed the storm, but held the pillow because she didn’t have anyone there to hold her. She would do this often; watch the storms at night, and ponder her life, and what she would do next. A nice storm had hit every night for the past week, and for that past week, she felt more alone every night.

Suddenly the door bell rang. Ashley jumped until she realized that it was probably just a friend, or a wrong house. Maybe the pizza she ordered fifteen minutes ago. She left her pillow on the couch, and wiped away the tears in her eyes as she headed for the door.

“Hey Ashley,” said Phillippe, eighteen years old, a friend of hers for about a year now.

“Hey Phil, how are you?” Ashley replied, still trying to keep her tears at bay.

“Well I was in the neighbourhood when the storm struck. For awhile I was hiding in a bus shelter, but then I realized you lived nearby so I thought I’d stop and see you.”

“Yea Phil, come in. I was just watching the storm.”

She led him to the couch where she was sitting. But before she could hold onto her pillow again, as if Phil knew she needed comfort, her friend pulled her close and hugged her. He was holding her as a lover would; he had an arm around her shoulder and her head leaned against his shoulder. She didn’t resist both because she did need to be held, and because he was a good friend, she didn’t want to upset him or hurt his feelings.

Much time passed in silence. And then something happened. Something Ashley did not expect; Phil kissed her forehead. No warning, no reason, just out of the blue kissed her. And he said nothing afterwards, just sighed and smiled. Ashley looked up at him, and saw him watching the storm. She smiled too; his lips were warm on her cold forehead. Unconsciously, she nestled her head against his shoulder, to him a sign that she enjoyed it. A few more minutes passed before he let his arm slide down to rest around her waist, his hand on her thigh. They were only good friends, but Ashley knew where this was going. For the moment, she wasn’t sure if she was comfortable.

“It’s ok Ashley, nothing will change between us.” The look in his eyes confirmed that he was sincere, and reassured Ashley.

Moments later, Phil was massaging Ashley’ inner thigh with his one hand, and the other was slowly rubbing her stomach. Ashley, though enjoying it, was a little confused and pulled away.

“I thought you said nothing would change, Phil?”

“I did, but I meant concerning tonight. No matter what happens, our friendship will not change. It will not get worse, it will never get worse. But I was trying to comfort you, you seem so sad. And I thought since you’re single, you might even enjoy some…” Again, his eyes and voiced proved sincere, so Ashley leaned against him for a second time. Once more, his hands got busy; one massaging her thigh, the other her breast. She moaned a little. It had been a while since someone handled her with such tenderness, such true passion and love.

“I love you, Ashley. I always have, but I couldn’t get the courage to tell you.” His one hand has slid off her thigh and was now rubbing her through her pants.

“But I guess you know that now, huh?” He chuckled then kissed her passionately as she had looked at him. After their lips parted he looked deep into her eyes. Deep into her beautiful hazel eyes…light brown, with a tint of yellow and green. The hand that had been groping her breast glided to her hair and he stroked it lightly, moving it out of her face.

“Mmhmm. I’ve always liked you, Phil, but not like this. You know I think you’re cute Picture upload and everything but…” She trailed off, looking into his hazel eyes, mostly green, and then kissed him back. Ashley moaned a little more, his hand was obviously in the right place. But then he stopped, only to slide his hand around her belly button then into her pants.

His fingers slid over her panties a couple times, and then went into them. As if he had done this many times before, he played around her, never penetrating, just teasing her. A finger would brush over her shaved pussy, and make her shiver. His other hand, still on her head, held her close as he kissed her again; a passionate kiss, with plenty of tongue. Ashley caught his tongue in her teeth, and then started tickling the end of it with her own.

He let one finger penetrate, going in and out, wiggling around, rubbing, and Ashley let out a slight gasp and a moan as she released his tongue. Now free, he let his tongue slide down and started to kiss her neck, the free hand removing her shirt. He then set upon massaging her breasts. The tongue continued roaming; now stopping at her chest. He nipped at her nipples, and licked the contour of her bosom. He kissed her breasts, and licked them, and even started sucking on her now hard nipples. His finger stopped venturing inside her as he removed her pants. He let his hand slide slowly back up her inner thigh, and over her pussy once more, up her stomach, and to her breast where he massaged her. His tongue wandered lower, and played around her navel as he lightly kissed and tickled her stomach. After a few seconds, it found its way to her nether regions, and slid from side to side. Just like the fingers, he let his tongue play around her, but didn’t penetrate just yet, though he did go agonizingly slow went he passed over her pussy. Ashley’ hands were now gripping her breasts, as she moaned quite loudly. She jumped, maybe because of the lightning, or maybe because at that moment, Phil’s tongue penetrated her. He slowly made his way in and out, and around. He was enjoying teasing her like this, because he enjoyed the sounds she was making.

Ashley stopped him. “This isn’t right,” she said.

“What do you mean? I thought you were enjoying it?”

“I was. But what’s not right is, I’m naked and you’re not. Plus, I prefer to give rather than receive.” At that moment, she pulled off his shirt, and undid his pants. She slipped out his hard throbbing penis and proceeded to rub it gently.

She got down on her knees as he sat on her couch. She slid his penis into her mouth slowly, so he felt her take every inch as she let her tongue guide it to the back. Inch by inch he felt her take his dick and it felt so good, her tongue sliding along the sides, her saliva lubricating him, he could’ve came right then and there, but did his best not to. Phil used his hands to move her hair out of her face as she expertly gave him the best blowjob he’d ever get. She was taking it all too, and every once in awhile would take it out of her mouth and give him a handjob while licking the head. Every time her tongue slowly slid across the tip, he jerked…it was the best feeling he had ever felt. And then when she let it slide down the shaft and back to the head, he almost lost control. Eventually she stopped, and they began making out, their naked bodies pressing against each other in the flashes of lightning. Ashley pushed Phil down onto the couch and then mounted him, again inch by pleasure giving inch.

Pumping slowly, Phil was rubbing her chest. Ashley was moaning in a low tone. Getting a handle on things, Phil seemed to go from virgin to sexpert in an instant. He started going a little faster and harder every moment. His hands on her hips, he was guiding her up and down his hard shaft. She moaned louder, and started digging her nails images upload into his arms.

“Jesus Phil, I thought you were a virgin?” She managed to get that out between pleasurable moans, and while she wasn’t biting her lip. Her hair was flailing wildly but she didn’t care. She went back to grabbing her breasts, and biting her lip so hard she though she’d break skin.

“I was until a few minutes ago,” he smiled. Ashley leaned down while they were still going at it on the couch. They kissed a few times and then she started nibbling on his ear. He couldn’t help but let out a slight moan. Phil was thinking that for some reason, the ear lobe is a very sensitive and sexually arousing place…or maybe it was this incredibly sexy woman riding him. She moaned loudly, and he decided on the latter.

Faster and harder still, Phil made Ashley moan even louder and almost scream.

“I’m gonna come!” Ashley started digging her nails deeper into Phil’s arms, and he winced, but welcomed the pain. He was slightly masochistic and enjoyed it. Ashley squirted and it dripped out, all over Phil. He was now really wet, and was having a hard time staying in…then the pleasure became too great. “My turn…” Having said this, Ashley lifted herself up and got down on her knees and starting sucking him off. She was deepthroating him, the best feeling yet, especially while she was using her tongue along his shaft to guide it the whole time. He was rubbing her chest and moaning a little. Finally he came, and Ashley caught most of it, but some landed on her breasts. She swallowed what she got in her mouth, and used her finger to clean up the rest…then continued sucking on Phil as he went limp. Then she giggled.

They spent the next little while cuddling on the couch, still naked, and making out. Ashley still jumped at the thunder, but less so now that Phil was there keeping her safe and warm. It seemed he wasn’t as horny now, as if he’d had his fill. He was just there as a friend for her. Granted they were still furiously making out, but he didn’t seem to want to have sex again. Or maybe his right hand man just wasn’t ready for round two.

I love you, Ashley…I don’t want to let you go, and I want to have nights like this all the time.” Phil kissed her neck, still with the same passion he had shared with her all night.

“I don’t know Phil. Tonight was simply amazing, but I don’t think we can be more than friends right now…I just don’t feel that spark. But feelings change, it could happen…though I think you’d be better off forgetting about this, and moving on, looking for another girl.”

“Forget about this? This was probably the best night I’ll ever have in my entire life, and I plan on making it better!”

He was hard again, and since Ashley was sitting on his lap, he easily slid into her and started pumping. Forgetting her little speech, she went along with it, cause he was good. It was the first time she had done it sitting down on a couch, but it felt amazing; probably because at this angle it was easier for him to stimulate her G-spot. His arms were wrapped around her and massaging her breasts, as she arched her back, bit her lip, and moaned. Her right hand came down and rested on Phil’s upper leg to support her, while she grabbed and rubbed his hand on her left breast with her left hand.

This kept on for about thirty seconds, which was when Ashley moaned very loudly, and then screamed Phil’s name. Immediately she started to rub herself. Phil, about to come again, slowed and then lifted her off. Getting the idea, she got down on her knees again and gave him head until he came once more. And again, she swallowed, then kept blowing him because she knew how sensitive his dick would be by now, but also how much better it would feel for him. While she was doing that, Phil was fingering her until she came herself, and squirted all over the floor. He licked his fingers, and then kissed her.

The storm was getting worse. The couple-for-the-night cuddled once again on the couch, Phil lying behind Ashley, an arm around her waist, lips pressed against the back of her neck.

“I still don’t feel too comfortable about this Phil. Like I said, you were awesome, darling, but I don’t know if this is right…”

“How many times do I have to say I love you, Ashley? You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re funny…you’re you. You don’t try to be someone you’re not, try to hide who you are. And after tonight, I’m thinking you share my feelings. You wouldn’t have just given me the best fucking lay of my life if you didn’t.”

Ashley was silent for a few moments. “Phil…You, well, this is kind of hard to say but…you were right, I do have feelings for you. I was only trying to deny it because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I didn’t want to lose what we have with each other. If things went wrong, I…”

“Listen hun, you’ll never lose me, no matter what. If we were a couple, and we broke up, nothing would change. I’d still love you, no matter what. And I’ll always be a great friend, as I hope you’ll be for me.”

They kissed passionately, a nice French kiss. Then they made out furiously for the next few minutes until the doorbell rang. “Who…” Ashley ran to the door, forgetting she was naked, and peeked through the hole. Pizza. She was about to open the door when Phil came from behind her, and wrapped a blanket around her: “Just cause I saw you nekkid, doesn’t mean this guy gets to too!” They both laughed as she opened the door. Phil was holding Ashley from behind and grinding with her, and rubbing her stomach.

She giggled and told him to stop, and grab her purse. He walked over to his own pants, not caring if the delivery guy saw him ‘flying free’ and grabbed some cash from his wallet. He paid the man, and Ashley slapped his arm.

“I ordered it, I pay for it. Come on Phil, I’ll pay you back.”

“No, if anything I still owe you for the amazing night.” And he kissed her. The delivery guy slowly turned and walked away as they stood there kissing again, and let the door close slowly.

“The storm is getting worse; can I stay the night, hun?” They were back to cuddling and watching the storm, and occasionally kissing and making out.

“Okay, but you have to sleep on the floor.” She giggled.

“Or, how about I sleep on you…” He laughed, and received a smack.

“Mmm, gimme more of those, babe.” He kissed her with the same passion he showed all night. Ashley was starting to get the feeling that he wasn’t lying at all, and that she made the right choice in her mind.

“Phil, are you still single?” The question caught him by surprise, and he didn’t know why she had asked it.

“Yea, why? You wanna hook me up with someone? This night meant no…”

“Shut up, silly. You were supposed to say ‘No, you’re my girlfriend'” She kissed him, with just as much love as he showed her.

The storm was finally letting up when they went to bed, early the next morning. Phil proceeded to go down on her, teasing her with his tongue as he’d done before. She wriggled and moaned, first trying to get him to stop, and then trying to make it so he wouldn’t.

“Mmm, baby that feels so good but I’m tired, and I can’t come anymore…you cleaned me today. Just cuddle with me, please.”

He reluctantly stopped, and got in bed behind her. After spooning for a bit, she turned to him, and said:

“I really do love you, I wasn’t just saying that, you know…”

“I know, love. Let’s just sleep now.” They kissed.

“But I can’t now…you’re hard again…” She smiled and went down on him. She twirled his member around in her mouth, and it wasn’t long before she surprisingly made him come a third time, and of course she swallowed again. Then they slept face to face, their bodies keeping warm pressed against each other under the covers…

And so the fantasy ends…

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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This takes place in the WWII era, namely 1942-1943. George is my great uncle on my mother’s side and Eula is his wife, They live in New York and he is in the import export business. They are rather wealthy and travel as much as possible by plane and train, given all the restrictions of the war. They have come to his mother’s home for the Christmas holidays and have just arrived an hour or so before. Everyone in the story is eighteen or older.

It should also be noted that women wore dresses and skirts and blouses or sweaters as well as nylon stockings. That also meant they wore a girdle or garter belt to keep their stockings up. Directoire Knickers were still worn by many women and they were being made in more colors than white or tea rose.

George and Eula had flown to Chicago then traveled by train to his boyhood home in central Illinois. The home was a beautiful rambling brick two story home with four bedrooms but only one and a half baths. His three sisters still lived together as two of the sisters were divorced and the third had never married.

George and his other brothers paid the rent on the home and took good care of his family. All had nice clothing to wear and were cared for with good foodstuffs, even though some of it was rationed because of the war effort.

His sisters Alice, Rose, and Agnes, my grandmother, all resided in the house. A couple of more brothers and their wives were expected to join the family in the next few days. My father, Mac, was also present, but my alcoholic mother was at her sorority house probably getting drunk, and would stay at the house overnight.

Daddy, on the other hand, had his eye on Alice, and would probably take her to bed that night and fuck her good. She kind of had a feeling for him as he had fucked her a few of times before.

After all the greetings were taken care of, George said he thought it was cocktail time, so he and daddy adjourned to the kitchen to make drinks. Eula was sitting across from me on the sofa and had her legs spread open enough for me to see she was wearing black Directoire Knickers which came down to just above her knees. She saw me looking at them and spread her legs open a little further so I was almost able to see up to her cunt.

“John, would you take my valises upstairs to the bedroom for me please?” Eula asked. “They are quite heavy and I don’t think I can manage them myself.”

“Sure. I’ll be happy to take them upstairs and put them in the bedroom you’ll be using.” I said. I got up from the chair I was sitting in and gave Eula my hand to help her off the sofa. She was wearing a pencil style skirt that hugged her hips and I could see the outline of garter bumps as she got up. We went over to the stairs and she got in front of me and hoisted her skirt so it was at least six inches above her knees. In doing so, she clearly exposed her black knickers to me as well as showing me the beautiful sheer stockings she was wearing.

I picked up her luggage and we proceeded to go upstairs with me keeping a close eye on her legs and knickers.

“Our bedroom is right here. You may put the luggage over on the floor and then help me pee. My eye teeth are floating. I haven’t peed since we got off the train and I really have to go. You would like to watch me pee wouldn’t you darling?” Eula asked. “You’ll have to help push my Directoire Knickers down so I don’t piss in them.”

“I’d love to help you Aunt Eula. I really enjoy watching ladies pee, especially when they have to take their knickers down to keep them dry.” I replied.

“Well. I think the crotch of mine may be a little damp as I think I’ve dribbled in them, but you’ll find out darling. When we finish I will want to suck your cock for a few minutes. I haven’t seen your cock for a few years and I imagine it has grown a bit since then. So let’s get to the toilet so I can pee.” she said.

We went into the bathroom, closed and locked the door and she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a long hard kiss on the lips, burrowing her tongue on my mouth.

“I’m so horny darling. George simply cannot get an erection anymore and I either have to masturbate myself or find a male friend who will fuck me. I haven’t had a cock in my cunt for over three months and I’m really cock hungry. Now put your thumbs in the waistband of my knickers and slip them down over my legs and take them off of me.” she said.

As I slipped my thumbs in the waistband, I told her I hadn’t seen any Directoire Knickers as sheer as hers were. She informed me they were made of pure silk and were quite transparent so you could see her gray pussy hair and her cunt lips.

“Yes and you can also see your garter straps and garter bumps too and that makes it look sexy.” I said. With that I slipped her DK’s down to her feet and she stepped out of them and sat down on the toilet. I immediately heard the hissing sound then the flow of her pee. It started Cami Halısı dribbling down into the toilet bowl. Suddenly it was a raging torrent and hitting the water loudly. Eula must have pissed for about ninety seconds and then it stopped.

“Now darling, I want you to slip your tongue in my lips and lick the remaining pee off my hairy cunt. Then I’m going to put your cock in my mouth and give you a good blow job.” she said.

She unbuckled my belt, slipped my zipper down and pulled my pants and briefs down to my knees. She raised up off the toilet seat, spread her cunt lips wide open and I slipped my tongue in her cunt, licking all the excess piss off of her. She had a magnificent growth of grey hair around her cunt and on her belly with the trace of a treasure trail going up to her navel. Her piss was slightly salty but that was probably from not having pissed for a few hours.

Suddenly she pulled away, gently grabbed my cock, pushed my long foreskin back over the head and stuffed it in her mouth. She immediately began sucking on it gently until I had a full erection. As she sucked my cock, she gently fondled my nuts with her other hand until I could hold back no longer and gave her a luncheon treat of warm creamy semen.

She swallowed it and licked it off her fingers, the said “Oh you big fucker. That was wonderful. I haven’t had a taste of pollen for so long. Now let me clean your cock off good, then we must get back downstairs and join that rest of them before they send a search party out looking for us.. I’ll fuck you tonight when my husband plays with his sister, Agnes. They used to do that when they were both younger, so you can have my grey haired cunt tonight.” she said.

“I’m not going to put my DK’s back on so you can look up my skirt and see my pussy. Your daddy will want to sleep with Alice tonight because she is his favorite when he is here. She enjoys him pissing all over her when they are in the shower. Do you need to piss now? If so, I’ll hold onto your cock while you go then lick you off when you’re finished.” Eula said.

“No. I’ll wait until after we’ve had a drink or two and some snacks. Let’s go join everyone else.” I replied.

When we got downstairs again everyone was seated at the dining room table. George was next to his sister Agnes and daddy was sitting next to Alice. I could see he had one hand on her thigh and was pushing her skirt up toward her crotch. I could actually see his hand on the welt of her stocking.

Eula and I sat down at the table and quickly had some snacks and a very cold Bombay gin martini. Eula took one sip of hers and exclaimed it was delicious. I sipped mine and I agreed with her. I presumed daddy had made them because he enjoyed a good cold martini after work. George told us dinner had been ordered and would arrive at six o’clock. We could eat, drink, and if anyone was tired, they could just go to bed.

About that time aunt Alice turned to daddy and I could see her mouth the words ‘I need to piss.’. She got up from her chair and quickly pulled her skirt down so her stocking tops weren’t showing and headed for the bathroom. Daddy got up and followed her.

“Eula. Did you get your valises to your room?” Agnes asked.

“Yes. John took them for me and while I was upstairs I took a good healthy piss for myself as my eye teeth were floating.” Eula replied. “I had to go so bad that I had actually dribbled a little bit in my Directoire Knickers. So I just left them off when I finished peeing.”

“Oh my. You naughty girl you. Someone will probably take and hide them from you so you won’t be able to find them again.” Agnes replied.

“She does that all the time anymore Agnes.” George replied. “She’s always dribbling in her knickers.”

Alice and daddy returned and sat down again. Daddy immediately slipped his hand down onto Alice’s thigh. I knew he wanted to play with her hairy cunt.

“Did you get to the toilet on time Alice? I hope you didn’t piss in your Directoire Knickers.” Agnes commented.

“Yes. I managed to get there in time Agnes. I didn’t pee in my Directoire Knickers or on my nylons either. Of course I had a little help with my clothing.” Alice replied. “Now I could use another martini and some cheese and crackers.”

Daddy got up and went into the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with a fresh drink for Alice and one for himself. He handed one to Alice and told her to drink it slowly so she didn’t get drunk. He whispered something in her ear and she just broke into a smile. I presumed he let her know he wanted to fuck her tonight.

Uncle George declared he needed to piss and was not going to go upstairs to use the toilet, so he would just go out on the patio. Agnes told him she wanted to watch as she hadn’t seen his peter for a long time and she might even want to hold it again. Eula just looked at me and smiled. Everyone decided they were going to watch George so we all went to the patio.

He unzipped his trousers, Cami Halıları took out his uncut peter, and began spraying the patio right through hiss very long foreskin. Suddenly Agnes took hold of his peter and said, “I haven’t held your uncut anteater cock for a long time and I just need to play with it now. I’m even going to push your foreskin back over the head of it so we can see how red it is.”

Eula said, “Oh I get to see him piss all the time. Sometimes I hold onto it too and then he begins to get a hard on. Maybe when he finishes peeing you might want to suck his cock Agnes. I think he would enjoy that as he’s told me about how you used to suck it when you were both younger.”

“I might just do that Eula since I’m probably going to fuck him tonight anyway. But I won’t let him blast off because then he probably wouldn’t be able to get an erection again later and I do want his cock inside my cunt tonight.” Agnes replied.

George finished pissing, Agnes shook his cock off, then squatted down in front of him and took it in her mouth. She sucked him for about a minute then stopped as he began to get an enormous erection.

“Agnes, you old whore, you suck him just as good as you do me.” daddy said. “You’re a great cocksucker as you’ve made me bust

my nuts off in your mouth a few times. Now I have to piss so perhaps Alice will hold my cock as I go.”

Alice moved over, unzipped daddy’s fly, took his cock out, and shook it a couple of times. She pushed his foreskin back over the head of his cock, then he began pissing. He didn’t piss on the patio but rather sprayed the grass in front of it. He pissed for about thirty seconds then stopped. Alice squatted down in front of him and took his cock in her mouth and began sucking him off..

“That’s enough for now Alice. I want to save my pollen for you a little later on tonight.” daddy told her. She let loose of his prick, tucked it back in his pants, and zipped his fly.

We went back inside and just then the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it it.” George said. “It’s probably dinner being delivered and I need to pay for it. Mac, perhaps you and Alice might help me bring the food inside.”

As they left Agnes asked me if I had seen Eula’s pussy when I went upstairs with her. I told her that I had and that Eula’s cunt hair was just as grey as hers was.

“Did she want you to watch her piss too?” Agnes asked

“She did and I played with her cunt while she was pissing too. She really had to go so my hand got nice and wet from her piss. Then when she finished I wiped her cunt with my tongue.” I said.

“What did she want you to do after you wiped her cunt with your hand?” Agnes asked.

“She wanted me to eat her pussy and try and stick my tongue into her pee hole. She also wanted to pull my foreskin back over the head of my peter and suck it.” I replied.

“Well, you know I’m going to suck my brother tonight so you and Eula can sleep together and you can fuck her as often as she wants you to. She’s a wonderful cock hound but George simply can’t get a hard on like he could ten years ago, so she doesn’t get as much cock from him as she would like to. So I suspect she will want you doing a few other things too. Maybe even fucking her in her ass.” Agnes said.

“Eula wears silk stockings made in China. They are very smooth and silky as I found out when I ran my hand on them. She told me George gets them for all of you, but you never seem to wear yours. Don’t you like them?” I asked.

“We like them but we like nylons better” Agnes replied. “We can sell most of the silk ones to people who covet them. Sr. Rita, Fr. Leo’s secretary, or whore as the case may be, loves silk stockings, so we sell a few pairs to her. She tells us Fr. Leo likes to piss all over them while she’s wearing them, then he fucks her good. Now the silk Directoire Knickers are a different thing. Even your alcoholic mother likes them. When she wears Directoire Knickers, she wears silk ones. I guess it is because the silk dries quickly and if she pees in them they don’t stay wet too long.”

As I sat next to Eula, I could see she had pulled her skirt up so the tops of her stockings were showing. She looked at me and mouthed ‘do you like seeing my stocking tops’?”

I mouthed back to her that I would enjoy seeing her skirt a little higher so I could see her grey haired cunt. With that, she pulled it up so her pussy was showing and mouthed ‘Is that better’?

I nodded and looked so I could see her bare cunt now. She reached up and pulled my hand down and put it on her thigh right at the welt of her stockings. She whispered in my ear that I could play with her hairy cunt if I wanted to.

I smiled at her and nodded ‘Yes’.

George, Alice, and daddy came back with several boxes and headed right for the kitchen. Agnes told George to fix her another drink so she would have something to drink as she ate her dinner. As she did so, she stood up and pulled her skirt up to mid thigh allowing Eula and I to see her sheer black knickers.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

Eula said “Of course I do and I presume John does too. He seems to enjoy looking at women wearing Directoire Knickers, especially if they are sheer and allow him to see their pubic hair.”

“Well, he gets to see mine frequently enough as I let him watch me pee all the time.” Agnes replied. “He also likes to eat my pussy and suck my fat clit too.”

“I think I’m going to enjoy playing with his long anteater prick tonight. I haven’t had a cock in my cunt for so long I’ve kind of forgotten how it feels, especially when it gets filled up with nice creamy baby batter.” Eula said. “So I think I will enjoy him fucking me tonight.”

“He certainly knows how to use his pecker Eula. I can feel him filling my cunt when he fucks me and I really enjoy it. It feels good when his cock erupts inside me and fills me with his creamy semen. Then when he pulls it out it is usually still dripping wet and he wipes it on the welt of my stockings and gets them wet too. He’s a real motherfucker.” Agnes said. “Then I either have to put my Directoire Knickers back on or let his cream run down my legs.”

“I think I might like having his cream run down my thighs and legs.” Eula said. “We’ll see. Perhaps I might just let him erupt in my mouth as I’m sucking him off.”

About that time George and daddy began bringing dinner to the table. Slices of prime rib, baked potatoes, lettuce salad, and cheesecake. Alice brought plates and silverware.

“Does anyone need a fresh drink before we dine?” George asked.

“I think I could use a fresher upper.” Agnes replied. “Mine seems to have a hole in the glass. Whoever is making the martinis is doing a fine job. They taste great.”

Georg went to the kitchen and returned with a pitcher of martinis.

“Now don’t drink too many my dear sister. I don’t want you drunk tonight.” George said.

Everyone took as much food as they wanted and we began eating. As I was eating Eula took my left hand and put it on her right stocking top and inched it up a little bit toward her hairy cunt. She looked at me and smiled mouthing the words ‘I want you to fuck me good tonight’.

I had to move my hand so I could cut my prime rib but I knew what Eula wanted. She was getting horny and needed my cock inside her cunt.

When everyone had finished eating we had a little touch of brandy to settle our stomachs then had a cigarette. I really needed to pee so when I announced it, everyone wanted me to go out onto the patio and show them my cock and pee for them.

Eula had a better idea and that was for me to piss all over her and let her drink a bit from the source. Everyone cheered their approval so Eula sat on a small chair, took my semi erect cock in her hand, and guided it all over her as I pissed on her.

Everyone seemed to enjoy watching her guide my peter around over her body and soaking her stockings and skirt as well as her blouse and teats.

Finally she slipped my peter in her mouth as I was still peeing and began drinking from it. After I emptied my bladder in her mouth she began sucking my prick in earnest trying to get me to erupt in her mouth. I finally had to pull my cock from her mouth telling her I wasn’t ready to climax yet.

Suddenly Alice decided to begin unbuttoning her dress and slipped out of it. She ten pulled her slip up over her head ending up standing on the patio in a gorgeous eight strap gold garter girdle that ended just above her pubic hair and wearing her sheer black stockings and pumps. Her grey salt and pepper cunt hair went down her thighs about eight inches and seemed to terminate just above the welt on her stockings.

“I want to get pissed on. I hope Mac has a bladder full for me because i want him to saturate me and get my girdle and stockings all wet. Then I’m going to drink the pee as it comes out the anteater foreskin of his.” Alice said.

We were all taken a little aback as Alice hardly ever expressed any interest in golden showers or drinking someone’s pee. But Mac was quite up to the task and told her to sit down in a chair and spread her legs apart so he could piss on her cunt too.

“Please don’t pull your long foreskin back.” Alice told him. “I want to watch you pee flowing out of the long snout that covers your fat prick.”

So Mac stood between her legs and began pissing having it dribbling out at first then becoming a torrent as he continued. It splattered off her grey hair around her cunt then he sprayed her garter girdle saturating that. He then peed all over her nylons before turning his cock up toward her fairly large teats and drenching them too.

Then he moved close to her and said. “Now you fucking whore. Open your fucking mouth so I can give you a good drink.”

Alice complied and Mac quickly filled her mouth with his golden nectar, causing Alice to choke ever so slightly. She quickly swallowed his pee and took some more.

Mac emptied his bladder then thrust his prick into her mouth and told her to suck it until he got and erection. When his prick got engorged he told Alice to stop sucking it and to let it go.

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My girlfriend Julie has been away for a week now. It still seems odd to me to talk about her as my ‘girlfriend.’ I’ve mentioned before that I have had lesbian experiences before, but this is the first real ‘girlfriend’ that I have had.

I miss her.

I missed her the first day she was away, and the second day, but now that it is day 7 I miss her painfully. That is how I felt when I lay in her bed. We both have a room, and mostly we sleep in my room, but tonight I sleep in her room. She has a smell which comes from her shampoo, an expensive one that only she uses because I am happy to use any type on my hair.

I smell her smell on her pillows, and I imagine the sheets on her bed touching her legs instead of mine as I move underneath the covers.

I wish she was here now. So that we could hold each other and I could feel the warmth of her body. The movement of her breathing – as I hold onto her like a small koala holding onto its mothers back. I am restless. I miss her. It is pain.

I often have sexual fantasies when I go to sleep. Strangely, they don’t wake me up or make me horny normally, but they are just comforting. I lay on my side usually in a semi-fetal position, with one hand underneath a pillow and one hand between my legs, allowing me to feel the warmth between my legs. It is a comforting feeling. Then my mind softly imagines.

The sex that I would imagine tonight could only be described as rough sex. It’s often the case that my sexual imaginings are quite rushed and violent, but wouldn’t want to have anything like that in real life. I imagine that Julie and me are together and that we are standing in a door way. What kind of doorway?

It’s dark, perhaps it has been raining, it is in a dark back lane, an alley way, and the street is clean as it is has just been washed by Cami Halısı the cleansing rain. Perhaps we are both a little drunk as we have just left the pub. We stand up and kiss.

Our arms hold each other, I love that. Holding each other is so comforting, and having our breasts press against each other is so nice. I sometimes feel that the only thing that makes sense about breasts is that they are made to caress other breasts as two girls stand opposite each other and kiss.

It is loving, comforting, beautiful, and this is not belittled by the fact that we are also horny. Being horny can sometimes be lust, a bit ugly really. But with Julie and me being horny is just love.

We kiss further, mouth to mouth, tongues licking our faces, laughing occasionally as we make silly groaning sounds. I bury my face into her shoulder and feel her waist, feeling the hardness of the jeans she is wearing, the hardness of the thick leather belt that surrounds her body, the body that I will be able to kiss and caress later when we are in bed.

Julie touches me as well, except I am wearing a thin cotton skirt, reckless I know as it is still cold. It is one of those Indian wrap-around ones, going down to my ankles, so she takes two hands to pull it up, almost as if she is making a bed.

I finally feel the warmth of her hands on my bottom, all the warmer because I am not wearing underwear, and warmer still because it is such a contrast to the coldness of the weather. I am sexually assertive. I lift one leg up and put it on an old plastic milk crate, and with my legs apart Julie starts to touch me there.

Her open hand caresses me warmly. A finger starts to feel around, starts to open the lips which are swollen but held together by my stickiness.

My deep visual fantasy is broken as I realize Cami Halıları that none of this is real. What is real is that I am in bed, alone, having this fantasy. I masturbate myself, imagining Julie’s fingers. I move over on my back.

In bed I am wearing a nightdress and nothing else, and I have my legs apart, masturbating myself with two fingers. I am aroused. Very aroused.

In bed I sit up and cross my legs. I cover my body with the bedclothes up to my neck, and I masturbate properly, harder, hard enough to bring myself off.

I go back to the fantasy.

In the fantasy I see Julie removing a dildo from her bag. She pulls down her jeans and puts it on. It straps into place easily. She is good at this now, she has had lots of practice. She pulls her jeans back up, leaving the fly open, letting the dildo stick out like a real practice. As she does up her belt it is firmly in place, ready to make love to me.

I turn my back to her and lean over, sticking my bum out at her, putting my hands on top of the milk crate. She pulls up my skirt and lets it rest around my waist, so that my bottom is completed exposed. The cold air tells me that I am uncovered. She puts lubricant over the dildo, which I thought was pretty unnecessary in the circumstances.

In reality, I would only be able to feel what she would be doing now. I would be able to feel the head of the dildo make contact with the start of my lips, and then it would enter past the entrance. Once properly inside, even half an inch, she would be able to thrust with much greater force, opening me penetrating me, making love to me, fucking me.

But as this is fantasy, I imagine what she is doing. I see the dildo with glistening lubricant and then my juice. I see it probe in between my lips, seeing it move in and out, making love to me through Julie and rhythmically thrusting as if in time to the heartbeat of all living beings.

In reality, I am still in Julie’s bed, with two fingers inside me, pressing in and up, feeling the tension in my pelvis rise. There comes a point in sexual excitement where it just happens, there is no making myself do anything, but I become increasingly less conscious, just doing stuff, but in reality bringing myself closer and closer to climax.

I smell Julie’s shampoo, I smell her smell, I see shadows, I see her wearing the dildo. I imagine that I am sucking it, her holding the back of my head making me submit, I see her fucking me hard.

Energy rises from my pelvis through my climax up to my throat, the moan being the route that my climax escapes from my body. I masturbate more, bring myself down after I bring myself off, bring my body and soul down to earth, after it has been up in the heavens.

The images that have been in my mind slowly become more black and white and the smells and feelings less intense. I feel that the energies have been somewhat wasted, because it is only me that has been here, and Julie is still away.

I feel that I must write a story about my masturbation, about the images I have had. About the time that Julie fucked me with a strap on in a back lane. And I feel my lust build again.

I imagine that three men were watching us while Julie fucked me in the back lane, while they masturbated themselves. I imagine that one of the men, perhaps all of them, held me still while Julie fucked me, perhaps even fucked me without my consent.

I imagine that as I am in Julie’s room in her bed that I am being watched, a small gathering of men getting off, watching and listening to me masturbate. Or perhaps a secret web-cam has caught me in action and broadcast it to the world?

I am horny, I have masturbated, I am still horny. But right now what I wish for is a cuddle with Julie. I really do. It is day 7 and I miss her painfully.

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This is the second part of a much longer saga I have written in my head but am only now getting round to putting to paper. I shall try and make it possible to read from here but it may make more sense to read chapter 1 first. All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 or older if noted. Fair warning, this story involves free peeing, being peed on and heterosexual sex. If that’s not for you then feel free to find another story.

Still with me? Good. Comments are appreciated even if you didn’t like my tale. For a writer, even hatred is better than indifference.

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Tom felt happy as he left Funland. One of the ice cream machines had broken down in the park and the kiosk housing it had to be closed for the day. Jeremy usually worked that stall, however he had decided he would rather stay in work as he needed the money. With one employee extra, Jeremy had taken over the slush stall and this allowed Tom to finish his shift early. While he wouldn’t be paid after he had signed out, this didn’t bother Tom too much as he now had the rest of the sunny day to himself.

He had tied his hoody around his waist by the sleeves and turned on his MP3 player. While Funland had its own PA system, Tom was glad that he could now listen to his preferred heavier taste. Most of the parks customers arrived by car or coach and the woods were quiet. Normally his walk allowed him to unwind from the stresses of his working day and with his headphones in he didn’t mind the solitude. Today, however, he noticed a blonde ahead of him on the trail.

With his powerful stride that was used to the terrain, he quickly began to gain ground and pretty soon he was able to make out her pink tshirt and the sway of her hips in her combats as she walked. With eyes fixed firmly on her ass he had even stopped paying attention to the music from his earphones. Screaming guitars and growled lyrics were no match for the vision before his eyes. The path bent slightly and as she turned to follow it Tom caught a glimpse of her profile and was startled. It was the pretty blonde who had teased him earlier!

Chloe walked through the woods at an unhurried pace, enjoying the warm summers day it had turned into. The world looked fresh as it always did after an orgasm and she loved the feel of the sun on her bare arms. She heard footsteps and turned around to investigate. She smiled as she recognised the figure just behind her – it was the cute slush guy from earlier! She stopped and waited for him to catch up… maybe she could continue her teasing again? Despite her earlier exploits she was always ready for more! “Hey” she greeted him “Slush guy, ain’t you?”

Tom paused his music and took both his headphones out – a rare occurrence for him while not working. “It’s Tom, but yeah. And you’re… large mixed red and blue right?”

“Wow, you remembered me? I’m flattered! My name’s Chloe.”

“Well Chloe, how could I forget with the way you were drinking earlier?”

Chloe was embarrassed at being caught out so easily, though it pleased her that she had created a lasting impression. “Actually I thought the redhead on The Drop would’ve wiped your mind clean of little old me.”

“Well she was hot, but don’t put yourself down. Anyway, you were literally drooling at her yourself!”

‘Dammit’ Chloe thought, caught out again!

They walked on in a semi-awkward silence and Tom let his mouth run to fill it. “N-not that I mind, I mean anybody would think she was hot, and I’m not saying that you are, but even if you were into girls that way then I’d be fine with it, not that you’d need my permission as such, just that I, well, y’know…”

She decided to save him before he got any deeper. “Well I like both to be honest…and she did taste good!” She turned her head and winked at her companion, then enjoyed watching his expression as her words registered in his brain and he began to comprehend the meaning of them. Had this hot blonde really admitted to tasting the redhead? From confusion to shock, his features finally settled on skepticism. Ok, so she said she had, but did he believe her? “She walked right by you earlier, she’s not your girlfriend!”

Her mind quickly tried to turn this into a situation ending with more sex for her. Maybe if she gave details it would turn him on and he’d be easy to lead from then on? “No, she isn’t..but I did taste her” she reaffirmed. In actual fact she could still taste the stunning redheads juices very faintly on her tongue.

“How did you manage that?” Tom asked, still unconvinced.

“I followed her into the toilets and we ended up eating each other out.” Chloe felt it better to keep the exact details vague for now. While most guys were turned on by the thought of two girls, not many of them shared her fetish for watersports and she didn’t want to scare this new cutie off too soon. “To tell the truth, I was her first! Her name’s Marie…and yes her collars and cuffs do match! She’s got a cute red bush, all wild, like an unexplored jungle!”

Tom Bayan Escort Antep noted the look of remembrance on her face and the half smile that went along with it, and that convinced him she was telling the truth. “So that’s why the toilets were shut earlier!” Tom muttered half to himself as he remembered seeing the ladies room locked earlier.

Chloe felt a familiar ache in her bladder. Perfect timing! Maybe this could help her snare her new victim. She turned to Tom and attempted to look desperate while half crossing her legs. “Hey, I need to go… if you know what I mean. D’you mind waiting for me?”

“Yeah, sure. All that time in the bathroom and you need to go again?”

“Well earlier I was on the floor between Marie’s legs… I didn’t actually use the facilities.” With that, Chloe turned off the path and threaded her way through the trees. “Hey, come here! You need to see this.” she called over her shoulder.

Tom followed the sound of her voice and stepped into a small clearing. The trees grew together thicker around the edge, though there was a gap above where the sunlight shone through. Soft grass carpeted the area and it looked like a picture in a fairytale book. Tom gasped. This looked like the type of place where you might find the end of a rainbow. He couldn’t believe such a peaceful looking place could exist so close to the path and just fifteen minutes walk from the screaming kids and rollercoasters. He had walked to and fro his work every day for the past six months and he had never even guessed at its existence.

Chloe turned, her face beaming. “Isn’t this place just beautiful? I almost hate to ruin it, but needs must…” With that she undid her trousers and pulled them down with her underwear. Tom realised what she was doing and turned away suitably embarrassed. Chloe thought it was gentlemanly, however it would not help her plan, she would just have to come out with it. She continued undressing, “See, girls can pee in the woods it can just get a bit messy. There! Now that those are off it will be a lot easier. Can you hold these for me so they don’t get dirty?”

Tom was conflicted between the impropriety of seeing her naked and the rudeness of ignoring her request. His desire eventually swung the decision, though trying to be polite he only half turned and reached a hand for the clothes while seeming to avert his eyes. Never previously interested in dendrology, he pretended to study the surroundings of the clearing in a failed attempt to occupy his mind. ‘Tall tree with green leafs, slightly fatter tree – also green leaves. What else have we got? NAKED GIRL! Shit, no staring! I’ll just look at this tree, tree, another tree SHE’S RIGHT BESIDE ME NAKED!’

Chloe noticed the peeks he was trying to sneak out the corner of his eyes and rejoiced. He did want her after all! “What’s wrong? Haven’t you ever seen a half-naked girl peeing in the woods before? It’s ok, I don’t mind if you look. Here I go…” She relaxed her muscles and within seconds she was peeing on the grass. Crouched down with her legs spread open her stream shot forward with the pressure that had built up in her bladder. “Better watch your shoes!” she giggled as her golden jet passed Tom, missing him by centimeters and spattering onto the luscious green grass.

Tom had no choice but to look down and he moved his feet further away from her target, causing him to turn around fully to face her. Chloe was at the perfect height to notice the bulge in his trousers as he turned. Not only was he cute, and more than likely attracted to her, could he also share her enthusiasm for golden showers? This really did seem like her lucky day! She decided to continue with her forward approach. “You like watching girls peeing? Or are you too afraid to admit it?!”

Tom couldn’t hear her over the tinkly and splashing noises that mesmerised him and seemed to fill his ears. The stream of piss was now flowing freely, forming a small puddle where his right shoe had been. The sunlight shone down between the leaves of the trees and reflected back off the rippling surface of the pee. His eyes followed it back to its point of origin and he noticed that she was completely shaven between her legs. This caused his cock to twitch even in its already excited state, a reaction which he failed to notice but it didn’t miss Chloe’s sharp eye.

The flow slowed down to a trickle and eventually all that was left was a few golden drops, hanging from her wet cunt lips and glistening in the sunlight that shone through the trees. Chloe watched as her small puddle was absorbed into the soil and drained naturally through the dirt. The area was now a darker shade of green, in contrast to the rest of the glade, but she knew that instead of ruining the beautiful spot she had more than likely helped it along, providing water and some nutrients for the small patch of grass. Still, it was a shame to see such perfectly lovely golden piss disappear without being tasted or felt on naked skin. It couldn’t be avoided, she supposed, but if it helped in her seduction it wouldn’t have been a total waste.

While she had been wistfully watching her disappearing pee, Tom had been watching her. Or rather, one part of her; his eyes were glued to her hairless pussy and his gaze was so intense he hadn’t even realised she had finished. How he longed to touch her smooth mound and even taste her pink lips! Tom subconsciously licked his lips and then realised that he had been staring. He lifted his gaze from the shiny cunt lips but, instead of anger or embarrassment he noticed a different expression on the exibitionists face. Obviously comfortable with what she had done, she looked full of desire and was now staring directly at his trousers.

Tom held her clothes out to her and this gave him a shield to cover his crotch and hide his obvious erection. Her gaze broken, Chloe realized that she too had been staring and took her clothes from him. Instead of dressing, however, she threw them to the ground behind her, making sure that they landed clear of the wet patch of grass. She returned her gaze to Tom’s erection, straining against the confines of his work trousers. “You know it’s so sunny and sheltered here I don’t think I need clothes at the moment. Besides I can see at least part of you may have enjoyed my show. Did you? Don’t be afraid, I like watching girls pee myself!” Chloe held her breath. This was it, make or break time, he’d either go for it or he’d call her a freak. She braced herself mentally to be ready for either option.

“Well I’ve never really thought about it before and it felt so wrong, but it was hot watching something we don’t normally get to see. I mean, on some level I know everybody does it but to see someone so beautiful, so exposed like that… just kinda turned me on.” Tom’s voice tapered away as his brain caught up with what his mouth had said, blurting more than he had intended to this strange girl. He was still fully trying to comprehend what he had just witnessed, that his brain had not fully processed how it had made him feel. He also felt strangely hypnotised by her, which helped with his natural shyness, but even despite of that he had a feeling that she was the type to just accept people without judgement. Certainly she couldn’t judge him after her own admissions anyway!

“Well it really turns me on to be watched. In fact the only thing I find hotter is to be peed on! It makes me wet…pun definitely intended.” Chloe giggled, while noting he had both called her beautiful and admitted to being turned on by her in the same breath. The tension fell from her mind and was replaced with the joy of knowing she had trapped another prey.

Tom’s eyes widened in surprise at this new revelation as his cock struggled against its confines. “So you’re pretty turned on now?” he asked nervously, and secretly hopeful.

Chloe licked her lips suggestively. “You’ve no idea! I’m so horny right now, I need to cum ASAP! You’re invited to watch, though of course what I’d really like is for you to join in!” With that she pulled her top and bra off and set them on top of her clothes for the second time that day.

Tom felt as though he was in a dream as he watched her, hardly daring to hope that she had been serious about her offer. The naked and beautiful girl squatting in the middle of the clearing must be a figment of his imagination. This diaphanous vision was now lying down on her back running her hands up her stomach and squeezing her breasts. Her nipples were erect and she rolled these against her palm. “Oh man I would love a good fuck right now!” she moaned as she stared longingly at Tom.

The invitation couldn’t have been clearer without a neon sign or an advert in the Times. Tom looked down at her and the sensible part of his brain took over and made him pause. “Wait, how old are you?”

“Don’t worry, I’m eighteen. You?” Chloe’s fingers stopped in their movement as she waited for the answer to a question she hadn’t even considered in her lust fuelled brain.

“I’m twenty one!” he answered as he took his tshirt off and threw it onto the pile of clothes.

Chloe’s eyes sparkled with relief and delight as she realised that Tom was now finally giving in. She admired his body which, although average, clearly bore the benefits of his work. Hauling boxes of syrup and stacks of cups from the supply shed to his stall was no easy task. Coupled with his long walks to and from work each day it kept him fit without the need to work out. It had also given him a tan from days working under the sun, amusingly however, she could see it ended at his tshirt line. Tom unbuckled his belt and his trousers dropped to the ground. Then he knelt down to untie his shoes and pulled them and his work trousers off.

Chloes left hand continued to massage and squeeze her tit as her right slid down her stomach and gently teased her wet pussy, a re-enactment of the same pose she had adopted a few hours earlier between the sinks in the bathroom. This time, however, she was fully spread out and could really tease herself. Her hand massaged her whole pussy with the same motions she was using on her breasts. Her palm against her mound and her fingers against her lips, she squeezed and groped slowly, building herself up in anticipation of what Tom was going to do to her. Her middle finger lay directly over her clit and covered the entrance to her opening, but she denied herself the pleasure of sinking it deep inside. She knew the longer that she waited, the better it would feel in the end. She moaned loudly as she spread her wetness, unable to tell if it was her arousal or leftover piss that she was lubricating herself with. And in truth she didn’t care much, as she loved all of her bodys juices!

Tom had finally gotten down to his boxers and from his lower eye level he was able to get a much clearer view of the hairless pink cunt that was being offered to him so wantonly. Her wetness glistened in the sunlight and he licked his lips again. Although subconscious, this time he recognised the movement and it inspired him to action. Chloe’s legs still spread open, he reached between them and lifted her hand gently away. Chloe was surprised and looked down to find Tom’s face hovering just inches above her pussy. “May I?” he asked, his manners ruling over lust in his brain. She may not like that feeling, she might just not want to do that specific act with him, with a new lover you can never be too careful. And anyway, he reasoned, reconfirming consent can never be a bad thing.

His fears were proven to be unfounded as she moaned to him “Mmm fuck yeah you better do something quick, this is torturous!”

Deciding that she had suffered enough, Tom finally lowered his face and kissed her left outer lip before slightly turning and repeating the action on the right side. Between them, her labia glistened with a mixture of juices before spreading slightly at her entrance. Tom’s tongue wasn’t as long as Marie’s had been, however experience had taught him techniques which he could use to please Chloe in a different way. He licked up and down the folds of her wet pussy, tasting her arousal as well as the faintest taste of something else he realised was probably her pee. It was different, a bit salty, however not as bad as he had feared, and it certainly wasn’t going to dissuade him from his task.

Next he moved up to her clit and circled his tongue around the hard point. Chloe gasped and shouted aloud “Ah fuck yeah right there that’s it!” She didn’t care if anyone walking by in the woods heard her, Tom had found the right button to push and she couldn’t help vocalising her enjoyment.

Encouraged by her reaction Tom sucked her clit into his mouth and concentrated his efforts there. Holding the hard nub between his lips he flicked his tongue back and forth slowly. Chloe was more than happy with the feelings her new lover was producing within her. A mixture of sensations fought and combined within her; the soft cool grass she lay on contrasted with the heat from the sun on her naked body, the waves of pleasure radiating from her clit versus the pain shooting from her hard nipples as she twisted and pulled them with her hands. The powerful mix of sensations multiplied each other and drove her ever on towards her peak. She couldn’t believe that not only did she find two new lovers today, both of them had serious oral skills.

Tom now had her clit inside his mouth and was sucking it whilst circling with his tongue. His arms were wrapped around her legs and he stroked and squeezed her inner thighs, touching and appreciating as much of her body as he could. Sensing that Chloe was getting close he stopped his actions and turned his face to the side, pressing his cheek into her pussy. He rubbed his face up and down and around, maintaining the same contact and pressure against her excited nub as before The new tactic succeedded in delaying Chloe’s impending orgasm while ensuring she remained highly aroused.

“Hey what the..? Oh..oh!” Initially confused at the denial of her release, she soon forgot her annoyance as she felt the new textures pressing on her. The smoothness of his cheek replaced by the slight scratch of the five o clock shadow on his chin, in turn replaced by his smooth other cheek and even the spongy feeling of his nose as it rubbed against her clit before he resumed the attack with his tongue. “Fuck, what’re you doing to me? Oh yeah, keep your tongue there …mmh fuck!”

A light sheen of cum now covered Tom’s face but he couldn’t have felt happier as he returned to licking the hairless cunt spread before him. He’d always loved the intimate taste of his lovers, and Chloe’s essence was especially exciting to his tastebuds. Given the choice he would have happily lain between her legs all day licking and slurping at her juices, however he could tell that she was getting impatient for her release. He attacked her pussy with renewed vigor; battering her clit harder, back and forth with his tongue as his lips held it firmly in place. His cheeks pressed against her hairless lips and his nose rested against her smooth mound as he brought Chloe closer to orgasm.

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She grabbed the headboard as we arrived to the time in our fucking that we just through all caution to the wind and fucked. That primal grunting hot soaked fucking. She love the idea of just being fuck, good and hard, by someone that loved to fuck and loved to fuck her most of all. While I like knowing, I have given her everything she wanted and now it was my turn to get off. She let anther orgasm wash over her as she noticed that I was building to mine. As I released myself inside her for the first time in a year, we exhaled and fell into each other’s arm.

She looked over at me and said “hi.” After having the thought that we might not have said anything to each other since meeting in as she came off the plane.

I laughed having the same though and said, “Well hello to you too.”

We had been at it for about two hours and there was going to be many hours more before the weekend was over. Well two hours not including the ride from the airport. She and I were both always so worked up by the time we met up in the airport on our past “engagements” that we would ether do it in the rental car parking lot or come very close to flying off the highway at 80 mph while trying to fuck on the way to the hotel room. Consequently, this time I rented a limo and we were both safely nude and bouncing on top of each other less than five minutes from stepping out of the automatic doors from the airport.

She likes my callused hands and rough demeanor and I like her soft curves and sexy brain. To paraphrase the Eagles ‘We had one thing in common, we were good in bed’ and on these weekends we were living life in the fast lane.

After we reintroduced ourselves to really good sex, Escort Bayan Antep I took her to the kitchen. I had her collect all the pillows blankets and sheet from the rest of the spar room in the sweet and bring them with her as I grabbed all the towels and the mattress. She made a nest as I brought out all the goods I had stock pilled. I laid down a large wood cutting board and then her nude body.

“I don’t know what I want to eat first.” I said.

She spread her legs and said, “how about you just give me a kiss before we eat?”

That sounded like a great idea until my tongue ran up her clit and I realized that if I didn’t stop now it would be two more hours before any other kind of eating could happen.

“Your witching powers could drive me to starvation, you wicked woman.”

She coyly ran her finger over her nipple then into mouth, biting her finger, and said, “you figured me out. Now shut up and feed me.”

Smiling at her I started to cut up food and open the drinks. We had watermelon and blue cheese, spicy olives, a verity of cheeses and other fruits and vegetables. We had a very nice red wine and beer. I started to feed her as she fed me. I dripped watermelon juice on her breast and I then licked it off. She took a put it in her mouth and kissed me letting the juice move between us.

We continued to drink and eat like this until we were both incredibly turned on. She could not take it anymore and she moved in to start something, but I held her back and pulled a box out from behind me. It had one very large chocolate donut in it. When she saw it she smiled and ran her finger along it scooping a large dollop of icing off. She reached down and rubbed it on my dick.

“Oh look! I made a mess. I guess I should clean it up.” She said as she took me into her mouth.

She made humming noises as if it was the best thing she had ever eaten. This had the desired out come as she could feel me getting hard inside her mouth. At this, I took some icing and spread it over her breasts and down her belly. Then I proceeded to lick my way back between her legs to finish what I had started earlier. I did this until she started to moan and then she rolled me over onto my back and climbed aboard my face. She took my dick back into her mouth and sat on my mouth grinding herself onto my face.

I can’t tell you how much I love this. My face wet from the folds of her cunt. The smell of her sex. My hands on her ass lapping and sucking her into a wriggling frenzy and the more I sucked and licked the deeper she would take me into her mouth. Finally, I suck her pearl into my mouth nibbled on it with my lips and laid into with my tongue. This made her scream with my dick in her mouth and that push me over the edge. I shot rope after rope of cum filling her mouth. At that, she jerked and started her own orgasm while swallowing every drop I gave her.

She kept milking my very sensitive post cum dick until I grabbed her head with both hands and slowly slide myself in and out of her mouth until be both came down.

She rolled off of me but laid her head on my lap and nuzzled up to my dick. We laid like this, lust letting the other fondle and explore their body. After some time she stood and help my old bones up. She slapped me on the ass and kissed me.

“We still got it” she said as she walk out onto the balcony.

It was a little chilly to be nude on the balcony this high up, but it gave us a reason to snuggle. Again, we started to explore each other’s bodies and it wasn’t long until she turd her back to me, put her hands on the railing, look over her shoulder and said, “Fuck me! Fuck me so hard that my screams will make the people on the street think you are killing me up here.”

And, fuck her I did. It was sexy, rough, loud, a little painful and it left marks. Mark on her ribs from me ramming my body into her so hard she was smashed against the railing. I was bleeding from several scratches she gave me as she reached back to take a hold of skin and yell one of the many vulgar slurs that she would scream at me for encouragement. Things like “Fuck me! Harder, you ass hole! Use that pussy! Fuck that pussy like a man! Own that pussy motherfucker!” At this, I would grab a hand full of hair and yanked her head back so I could whisper through gritted teeth “Take that dick you slut. Beg for this cock. Beg me like your my whore.” It was a hard anger fuck. The kind of fuck you can only have with that one person in your life that knows what needs to come out. For her and me these times happen once a year and this is where we both know we can get it out.

I don’t know if we passed out or if we finished and laid down I just could not remember, but the next thing I know I was waking up on the cold hard concert patio deck with her curled up on top of me.

“I love you.” I said, then stood and carried her to the bed.

We woke the next day and made love. For the rest of our vacation we made love, gave kisses, eat, laughed, drove through the countryside and made love whenever we wanted (also, wherever we wanted).

She said “I love you Jim Smith.”

“I love you baby.”

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Author’s note: This is a story of consensual sex between a woman of 68 and man of 22. It centers around her sexy legs, particularly her calves, a fetish of mine and pervasive theme in my stories. There’s a slight domination edge to this tale, which I trust will appeal to the likeminded. Thank you.

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Maureen O’Ryan smiled at the nervous 22-year-old driving. She crossed her legs, supple and muscular for a 68-year-old woman, the legs of the tight, black Capri pants she wore riding high on her freckled shins.

Jason looked over and gulped. Her calves, fleshy and hard, muscular and well toned, were bulging at him. For him.

“Never get enough of my calves, can ya Jason,” Maureen growled, thrusting a hand between his legs to fondle the cock she knew would be rock hard the second he saw her legs again.

Jason was long smitten with the sexy GILF’s incredible legs, and as luck and opportunity would have it, had recently become a sexual slave to them, and to the insatiable, sexy older woman who had them. They had just been at the house of Jason’s grandmother, Colleen, where his grandmother in her innocence asked what kind of cream Maureen used to keep her legs so smooth. A special blend, Maureen had laughed.

And that led to Maureen seducing the boy in private, forcing him to cum inside a bottle of aloe lotion, and then watching, to his horror, as Maureen and his grandmother used the semen-aloe cocktail to smear on their legs, hands and faces.

Jason has also given foot rubs to both women, Maureen cumming from her massage – and his grandmother as well. And before Maureen left, she confronted her old and dear friend by telling her she knew Colleen had cum, telling her there was nothing wrong with it – and then kissing the shocked older woman giving rise to her own thoughts of sex with her best friend.

Maureen then told her she would go home and whip up another special blend of skin cream for her. And now Jason was driving Maureen home to do just that.

“Yes, yes, you certainly have a thing for older legs, don’t you?” Maureen cooed, stroking Jason’s cock in his pants, making it harder and harder for him to keep the car straight. “I must say, your grandmother has pretty spectacular calves herself, doesn’t she, so firm, so muscular. Do you like Granny’s calves as much as mine, Jason? Hmm?”

She was fucking with him big time, he knew it, but could do nothing to stop her. He groaned as she stroked him faster, and then yelped in agony as she closed an old bony hand around his aching balls.

“I said, do you like Granny’s calves BETTER than mine, young man!” she snarled.

“NO NO NO!” he screamed, squirming in his seat.

“Good answer,” she giggled, releasing his nuts and slowly stroking his cock again. “Don’t want you to get too excited, you have to contribute to your sexy grandmother’s special cream!”

They drove in silence, Jason sweating as she continued to pump his dick in his pants, bouncing her crossed leg, the site of the flared, freckled meaty muscle alongside her shiny shin above her low, dirty sock driving him crazy.

“She certainly is a sexy lady, your grandma,” Maureen sighed, then in a low growl adding, “Did you see us Jason? Did you see your granny and me kissing? I know you did…”

“Oh…oh God yes…” he moaned, aghast at the thought of it giving him so much pleasure.

“Yes, I know, and know you liked it, your cock is SO hard right now, but you better not cum, Jason,” she warned.

“Please…please stop Mrs…O’Ryan..please…you’ll make me…” Jason babbled.

“Your granny’s got great calves, that’s for sure,” she said, ignoring him and then making it worse with “Can you imagine your granny’s gorgeous calves milking you, Jason? Can you? Imagine your granny’s calves locked around your cock…stroking you up and down..like this…making you cum…Go on: Imagine it!”

“Oh fuck…oh please, PLEASE Mrs. O’Ryan!” he screamed, driving faster, eager to get to her house and get release outside his pants.

She got him just to the point of no return – and stopped cold, sitting back, crossing her arms and laughing a dark, dominant laugh, watching the red-faced young man groan in frustration. Moments later, they pulled into her driveway and went inside, Maureen stops ahead of him, Jason’s eyes glued to her flexing muscular calves.

In the kitchen, Jason could only watch them flex more, bigger and harder and more defined, as Maureen stood on her tip toes to get a stainless steel mixing bowl from a high shelf. She turned to face him, walking up to him and kissing him wetly and deeply, slurping his tongue like a small wet cock.

“You got three loads left in you – at least,” she said as a statement, not a question. “You young ones are repeaters, so let’s get to work boy.”

She quickly shucked her clothes, Jason’s eyes widening at the sight of her marvelously fleshy granny body, wrinkled sublimely, sagging just enough to be alluring, and quickly followed suit. She kissed him again, slipping his hard cock into the tops of her Bayan Escort Antep squeezing thighs, the top of his shaft brushing against the damp bristles of her hairy cunt. She broke the kiss, smiling, and kneeled before him, his bobbing cock quivering, the tip wet with precum.

“This shouldn’t take long,” she laughed.

It didn’t. She tucked her face under his cock, licking gently at his ball sack, his dick on her mouth, nose and forehead, and then ever-so slowly, traced her tongue up the bottom of the shaft, a five-second journey that had Jason screaming in pleasure.

By the time she got to the tip and sucked it into her wrinkled lips, he came, hard and grunting, pumping jet after jet of thick cum into her mouth, swelling her cheeks, her eyes wide in amazement at the force and volume of his ejaculation. He finally stopped cumming a good 30 second later, and she milked the last of it by a slow, steady stroke of her hand and squeeze of his huge balls. He looked down at her, panting, as she popped his wet cock head from her mouth, holding it open to see the thick pearly pool gathered on her tongue.

She looked right at him and held the bowl to her mouth, letting the huge wad trickle out in a creamy strand, coating the bowl’s bottom. She laughed and spit out the rest, running her tongue over her lips, and swallowing anything that remained.

“Again,” she growled, standing, forcing her cum-soaked tongue into his reluctant mouth, French kissing him with the creamy juices, reaching with her free hand for his cock, stroking it to keep it hard.

She led him by the dick into the living room, standing before him and forcing him to his knees. She smiled and put the bowl behind her on the floor and reached for his head.

“May as well make this fun for both of us, boy,” she snarled, pulling his face between her thighs, smashing it into the dripping furry thatch. “Eat me and fuck my calves!”

“Oh God,” Jason groaned, obeying his leggy mistress.

She came quickly as Jason’s talented long tongue speared the clammy furry folds of Maureen’s pungent cunt, funky and ripe from the long walk she’d taken earlier. She held his head in her hands, pulling him in deeper and harder, using it now, grinding her greasy quim into his sucking face. HE scampered forward and sliced his wet cock into the twin columns of calves before him, groaning at the hard, velvety feel. He pumped madly, slamming forward and back, his cock embraced by the silky muscles, causing him to lap her dripping snatch harder and faster.

“Cum for the calves, baby, go on, cum for me again, for your GRANNY!” she snarled, looking down at his frantically licking face, feeling his dick thicken in the slick, scissoring calves she was fucking him with.

He groaned, and then screamed as Maureen playfully opened her chiseled old calves just enough to capture Jason’s balls in them, scissoring them shut again. She now held him still, his cock jutting out the backs of her calves, balls and shaft crushed between them, and pulsated, slowly at first and then faster, pumping, quivering, flexing her meaty calves on his trapped package.

“OH FUCK!” Jason screamed, in pain from Maureen’s calves scissoring his bloated balls and in pleasure, from the same sensation.

Maureen laughed and came, face fucking him harder as she felt his orgasm build, easing the scissor on his package just enough to let it flow. With a guttural scream from the smothering mulch of her gushing cunt, Jason came in long, ropy streams, both of them hearing the splash of cum into the bowl, lumping up on the first load he’d shot moments earlier. He slowly stopped cumming, and so did Maureen, pulling his dick and nuts from her calf vise, the head drawing back through the freckled meat of them.

“Wow, impressive,” she laughed, turning to look into the bowl, thick with spunk. “We’re gonna make your granny a nice big batch of special cream!”

She turned to look over her shoulder at the kneeling, panting young man, and her calves slick with spunk.

“Lick ’em clean,” she snarled. “And spit it into the bowl!”

Jason groaned, but could not disobey her, bending to run his trembling tongue up and down her muscular calves that flexed in his mouth as he slurped them clean. He dutifully kept the sperm in his mouth, and spit it into the bowl, standing up and smiling weakly at her. She looked down. His cock was wilting.

“Oh, no, no you don’t, young man,” she growled.

“But Mrs. O’Ryan…please..I can’t…” he begged, trying to back away.

“I got just the thing,” she laughed, kneeing him in the balls and bending him over, knocking him to his knees. “In ya go!”

She easily captured him in a standing scissor lock with her tireless calves, crushing his neck in them, raising up and down on her toes and pumping the flexing steely muscles into him, making him groan in agony, his trembling hands cupped around the backs to ease the pressure.

“Just think of it Jason, just think of your dear, sexy old grandmother doing this to you, would you like that?” Maureen laughed, pumping up and down on her toes, feeling the calves ripple into his neck, delighting in his moans. “Do you think she can squeeze like me? Would you like that? Would you like your leggy Granny putting her calves around your neck like this? Hmm?”

He could, it was all he could think about the harder she crushed him. His wilting dick stiffened at the thought. Maureen scissored and tormented him a moment more and then bent over his back, reaching under him and grabbing his rock-hard cock.

“You little pervert!” she squealed with delight, stroking his cock now, squeezing him in her calves. “You DO like the idea of your granny squeezing you, don’t ya!”

“No…no…no..” he slurred, the blood flow to his brain crimped in Maureen’s pulsating calves, making him dizzy.

“Nonsense, a hard cock doesn’t lie, boy!” she snarled, slapping his ass painfully as she stroked him. “You DO fantasize about Granny, you naughty, naughty boy!”

She scissored and stroked him a moment longer before releasing him and pulling him atop her on the couch, she leaning back, he kneeling before her. She quickly scooted him close, fisting his meaty, wet cock and fitting it to her hairy hole, wrapping her thighs around his slender middle and pulling him inside her, balls deep, in one stroke.

“There ya go, this should get the third load from ya,” she snarled as he moaned.

She let him fuck her for a few minutes, enjoying the thickness of his cock, the fullness it provided, and then slowly lifted her legs up, bending her supple old body nearly in half – and planting the bottoms of her wrinkled, smelly feet right at his face.

“Take a deep, deep sniff, boy,” she growled, groaning as Jason’s cock slipped into her even deeper. “Go on, smell ’em!”

“Oh fuck YES!” he screamed.

He pounded away her pussy, holding her around the muscular calves, running his nose up and down the sweaty, wrinkled soles of her stinky feet, relishing the funky scent, vinegary and sweaty, and then lapped madly at them. He suckled the gnarly, nasty calloused heels, running his tongue up and down the soles and in between her bony toes, relishing the flavor and grit of foot dirt and sock residue. One by one he sucked each toe, slurping them with increasing fervor as she watched, delighted, feeling his cock thicken in her milking cunt walls.

“Give it to me baby, fill me up and we’ll add it to the bowl,” Maureen snarled as she pulled her toes from his sucking mouth and slammed her muscular calves around his neck, squeezing hard and making him wince at the sudden pain. “This should put ya over the edge!”

It did, and his balls ached as they emptied into her clutching cunt, his hands holding and pulling at her scissoring calves, the muscles gripping him hard around the neck. She squeezed as he came, making him dizzy again. The combination of feelings overwhelmed him, the fear of passing out in her crushing calves and the delirious pleasure and pain that provided it. He never wanted it to end, the current orgasm or the sweet agony.

He finally stopped cumming, slumping in her legs as she held them against his neck before releasing him. She dropped her feet to his chest and mischievously kicked him away, his dick slipping from her cunt with a slurping sound.

She climbed off the couch, squatting over the bowl and giggled while Jason watched, wide eyed and open mouthed, as she let go a gushing jet of cream, a thick white plume of spunk that splashed wetly into the bowl, adding to the already copious volume of sperm.

“Help me baby, get it all out for me!” she growled.

Jason knelt by her and at her urging, finger fucked her creamy twat fast and hard, releasing even more cum that spurted out of her pussy into the bowl. When it was done, she pulled his hand out, wiping his fingers on the edge, watching it dribble down to the rest. She lifted his hand to her fingers and sucked them clean. Jason groaned, watching, his cock gone half soft.

She stood up, picking up the bowl, swirling its creamy contents. She looked up at him and smiled.

“Not quite enough,” she sighed.

“Oh please, Mrs. O’Ryan…I got…I got nothing left!” he moaned.

“Sure you do,” she laughed, sitting him on the couch.

She bent over, sucking his tender cock, making him wince from her tongue lashing the back of the sensitive head before she stroked it into her mouth. He could only watch her work, that skinny old hand whipping up and down his shaft, her mouth matching the strokes, twisting her hand and his cock in and out of her puckered lips.

He got hard moments later.

She sat back, extending her meaty calves up and over his lap, clamping the silky, freckled old muscles on him, slowly stroking his dick with them.

“One more baby, one more for Mrs. O’Ryan’s calves, you know you can,” she hissed.

“Oh God…feels so good…”

He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation, and not seeing her pick up her cell phone and punch in a number. They shot open when he heard her speak

“Hi, Colleen, how are you?”

“NO!” he mouthed silently, trying to stand, unable to as Maureen’s gripping calves on his cock held him in place, pumping in a muscular wave around it.

“Oh, just checking on you…and letting you know your grandson and I whipped up a HUGE batch of my special cream for you! Yes, yes, he’s a good boy isn’t he, so helpful! What? Oh, he left a few minutes ago…no, I kept the cream here, I’ll bring it by tomorrow afternoon…”

They talked a few minutes more, Maureen’s eyes locked on Jason’s, increasing the pressure and stroking pace on his calf-strapped cock.

“Oh, Colleen, don’t worry about that…no, it’s perfectly natural to have you know, sexual feelings at our ages, even for young men…very young men…your grandson? No don’t feel ashamed about that! Perfectly natural, he’s such a handsome boy, why wouldn’t you find him sexually attractive, I mean who loves him more than his granny!”

Jason groaned audibly, disbelieving what he imagined his grandmother saying. And feeling his cock thicken and swell in his grandmother’s best friend’s superb calves.

“But tell me old friend,” Maureen said softly, looking at Jason, lustily sucking her finger into her mouth after dipping it into her furry slit. “How did you feel about…you know…our moment? The kiss, the hug…Colleen, that was very intense…very special…wasn’t it?”

She listened for a moment and then broke into a bigger smile, picking up the stroking of Jason’s cock in her meaty legs.

“I’m so glad you feel that way…yes, it’s like something…something unlocked in you right? Me, too! We’ve so much…to explore, old friend, so very, very much to explore…”

Jason’s mind raced at the thought of his grandmother and Mrs. O’Ryan together, those beautiful legs, all the things the sexy old women could do. Together. And with him.

The last thought made his balls scream for release. Maureen felt it, stroking him faster, pumping up and down with her meaty calves, the backs slapping into his bloated, eager balls, the tip of his cock smeared with precum.

“Me too, baby,” Maureen cooed into the phone. “Go on, do it..play with that pussy, baby, make yourself cum and I will, too!”

Jason’s eyes could not pop open any wider as he watched Maureen’s fingers plunge into her furry crack, madly diddling her engorged clit, knowing his grandmother was doing the same thing.

“Almost there baby…God, sooo good, isn’t it baby? Oh fuck…do it, honey, do it…let’s cum together…thinking about us…what we will do…and about your…grandson…sucking your toes, playing with you, fucking you!”

Jason exploded as Maureen and his grandmother did. He heard the screams on the phone, watched Maureen’s beautifully wrinkled face contort into a mask of pleasure and felt his balls erupt. Thick, long ropes of cum shot out of his cock as if he’d not just cum three times already, splashing down onto Maureen’s trembling thighs and scissoring shins, lumping up in a massive blanket of white.

They all three quieted, Jason’s cock gone soft in the continuing pumping of Maureen’s calves, squeezing out the last of it. She looked at him, smiling.

“That was soooooooooooooo fucking hot, baby,” she said to both of them. “Soooo fucking good…and so much more to cum…”

She continued to chat, unlocking her legs from Jason’s soft dick, motioning for the bowl. He picked it up, holding it under the calves she extended out for him to wipe clean with his fingers and into the bowl. She giggled as he worked.

“No, just thought of something funny,” she lied into the phone to Colleen. “Honey, tomorrow afternoon, me and you and our special cream…foot rubs, calf massages, we’ll have a ball…trust me…ok, get some rest, lover…good night.”

She took the bowl from Jason, who unbidden, leaned over to slurp the residue of his load from Maureen’s thighs, calves and shins, not spitting it into the bowl but kissing her with it. She giggled with delight, accepting the little snowball gift and herself then letting it drizzle into the brimming bowl of cum.

Jason got dressed as she went to the kitchen and got a bottle of aloe, pouring some into the bowl, mixing it with a spatula. He came up behind her, putting his arms around her middle, pressing into her saggy, sexy ass and kissing the sweet, salty folds of her supple neck.

“Wow, we got a LOT for Granny, baby!” she laughed.

She got a huge empty bottle, and very carefully as Jason held the bowl up, scooped the sexy mixture into it, scraping the sides of the bowl with the spatula. She put the cap on and put the bottle down, looking at the smiling boy.

“Does your sexy Granny make you cookies, Jason?”

“Oh, yeah, all the time,” he laughed.

“Do you like licking the bowl clean?”

She picked it up, sliding the spatula inside to scoop up a bit of the cummy brew, holding it to his lips. He smiled, holding her wrist and tonguing the plastic clean, their eyes locked on each other’s. She put the bowl and spatula down and they kissed, warmly, romantically, arms holding tight, tongues doing battle inside their cum-flavored mouths.

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My name is Jason and the following happened when I was eighteen years old.

I had just finished taking a shower one morning and was stepping out of it when my mom walked into the bathroom with a handful of towels. She looked down at my dick, which was at half-mast. She looked me in the eye and winked, as she licked her bottom lip.

“Oh my, ummm, e-r-r-r, I want to talk with you when you’re finished,” was all she said before leaving a towel for me to dry off with and backing out of the bathroom.

The thing is, if she had walked in about a minute earlier she would have caught me cumming all over the shower wall. As it was, my cock was only half hard now. When at full mast I am eight inches long and almost three inches around. I have only had one girlfriend and it didn’t end well.

Anyway, I got dressed and headed towards my mom’s room to find out what she wanted to talk to me about.

“Hey mom, what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked knowing that it could be about what she just saw in the bathroom.

“Jason, sorry about just walking in on you when your dick hanging out.” she said as her face turned crimson red.

“Looks like you inherited your dad’s best aspect.” She said, still blushing.

“So I am hung just like dad?” I asked.

“You sure are Jason.” Mom replied.

“I take it that wasn’t what you wanted to talk to me about, was it mom?” I asked her again.

“Yes, you’re right. It wasn’t what I wanted to talk about. I was wondering if you remember my friend Jane Ramsey?” Mom asked as she faced me with her blush now gone.

“Wasn’t she the one with the little black bikini at our pool party?” I asked with a smile on my face remembering how she looked that night.

How could I ever forget that night, it was my eighteenth birthday party and mom let me have a pool party to celebrate it. Mom also invited her friend Jane along and she wore the tiniest bikini I had ever seen on a woman. For all it covered she might as well have been naked. Jane was thirty-eight years old but looked like she was in her twenties.

“What I was going to ask you, well, you might think it a little strange, but I am going to just come right out with it and ask you.” Mom blurted out.

“My friend Jane found out a couple of months ago that her hubby had been cheating on her. He hasn’t been paying her any attention for some time now.” Mom began.

“I know you were mesmerised by her in the little bikini she wore at your birthday party so I was wondering if you could help her out.” Mom continued.

“Don’t you mean almost wearing mom she might as well have been naked for all the bikini was covering.” I piped up.

“I’m sorry to hear that her hubby is messing around on her. She’s a nice lady.” I said with sympathetically. “Thank you Jason, I know if she were here she would have liked that.” Mom smiled.

“So what is it that Jane needs a hand with mom?” I asked curiously.

“Well as I was saying, she has been feeling lonely these past couple of months and she asked if I knew someone who could help put a smile on her face again.” Mom answered looking me straight in the eye.

“I know you find her attractive and from what I saw in the bathroom maybe you could help her out?” Mom asked me.

I listened to what my mom had just said to me but it hadn’t sunk in. Then after about a minute it dawned on me what my mom had just asked me. Was she really wanting to pimp me out to her friend Jane? Yeah she was a great looking woman and yeah, given the chance I would not kick her out of bed, even if she was a year older than my mom, who is thirty-nine. I was trying not to let on to my mom that I would jump at the chance to fuck Jane. Fuck, I had many a night fantasizing about her after seeing her in that little, almost-nothing, black bikini.

“Do you mean you want me to go over and let her have her way with me?” I asked mom flatly.

Mom was blushing again and it looked like she was blushing all the way down to her heavily endowed chest. Her face, neck and chest, or what I could see, were now beet red.

“Yes son, I am asking if you could entertain her once or twice a week.” Mom said waiting for me to answer.

“I am sure what I saw in the bathroom would make her very happy Jason.” Mom laughed.

“I Antep Escort Bayan guess I could but she is ‘YOUR’ friend mom.” I stated.

“You’re not suggesting that I have the affair with her are you? I’m not into women Jason.” Mom said a little exasperated.

“Oh no no mom, I wasn’t suggesting you do it, but if you want me to be of service to her then who am I to say no.” I replied, now feeling a little embarrassed.

Although the thought of it, watching two women make love to each other, was fast becoming a turn on. I have always fantasized about being with two women. But now the thought of one of the women being my mom was starting to give me a boner. I have seen glimpses of my mom in her bra and panties, or in just a towel when getting out of the shower. I must say here and now, that my mom is a bit of a fox like her friend Jane.

“I know it’s a bit of a strange request, especially coming from your own mom, but, Jane is in need of some of what I saw and I know you would enjoy putting a smile on her face.”

The funny thing is nothing would give me greater pleasure than fucking mom’s friend. She’s hot and still turns the heads of, not only men but, women too. If this is what mom really wanted me to do she wouldn’t need to ask me twice.

“Well I don’t even need to think about it mom, she is one hot lady.” I said thinking about fucking my mom’s best friend.

I have to say though that this is just about the strangest thing mom and I have talked about in my entire life. The thought of mom talking to me about fucking her friend has to be the craziest thing. I had seen Jane in her little black bikini. Now I am looking forward to seeing her out of her bikini.

A couple of days had gone by since mom and I had talked about me giving her best friend something to smile about. Mom told me she had talked with Jane and described my eight inch dick to her and that Jane was now excited about meeting me… and my cock. This was Wednesday and the day had been set for Saturday.

It was just after lunchtime on Saturday that Jane arrived. I was upstairs when I heard the doorbell ring and mom answering the door. Both of them made their way into the kitchen giggling and laughing and talking about me.

“Jason, this is my friend, Jane. You remember her don’t you?” I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table across from Jane.

“How could I ever forget you. Mind you, you do look a little different with clothes on and not just that little black bikini.

“Oh you little charmer you, what a sweet thing to say and, yes, that bikini has gotten quite a few complements, I can assure you. “as she reached over and touched my hand on the table.

“Well, I think I will leave you both and go do some shopping. I know Jason is keen to show you his bedroom.” Mom said winking at me as she made for the back door and left.

“Looks like just me and you kid, so let’s see this bedroom of yours.” Jane said smiling up at me and taking my arm, we walked up the stairs to my room.

“This is awfully kind of you Jason but I must admit I am not only excited by it but also a bit nervous too. I have never done anything like this before.” She said, her face flushing.

“No worries Jane this is all new to me to and I am just as nervous as you are.” I said trying to make her feel at ease.

“Oh that big bed of yours is going to come in handy.” Jane said with a now confident smile on her face.

“I think once we are out of our clothes we will feel more comfortable and relaxed.” I said as we both started stripping off our clothes and sat down naked on the bed next to each other.

“Oh your mom was right you do have a really nice cock. You are so young and so hard.” Jane smiled getting down on her knees before me.

Jane took my dick in her hand and licked the tip of it as she pulled my foreskin down. As the head of my dick appeared Jane surrounded it with her warm lips and stuck her tongue in my hole. As soon as she began to suck on my cock all the nervousness just fell away. Turns out she was a really good cocksucker. She slid her hand under my balls and gently began massaging them back and forth as she sucked my cock.

After about five minutes of sucking me and playing with my balls, Jane let my dick slide out of her mouth with a pop. She pushed me back onto the bed and lay beside me. She took my dick back into her hand and began to jerk me off gently as we kissed. Her tongue was swirling about in my mouth exploring it, as mine danced around hers.

Our kissing lasted for a couple of minutes before I stopped and sat up. I then moved on top of her, skin to skin. She opened her legs and I got between them. Her nipples were small but very hard and, as my cock nudged her pussy I could feel she was bare and smooth down there. I kissed her lips and then kissed and licked my way down her neck and chest to her little hard nipples. I took each one, in turn, into my mouth, as I licked, nibbled, chewed, bit and sucked on them as hard as she could take it. All this time she was squirming below me and my dick was knocking on her love hole.

Oh fuck yes, that feels fantastic! Eat me! Eat my pussy.” Jane called out trying to push my head south and on to her now soaking pussy.

I kissed and licked my way down towards her belly button and stopped to dip my tongue in, making her moan all the more. Then kissed and licked my way down to that lovely pussy of hers. As I slid my hand over her wet cunt she thrust her pussy at my hand. She was like a wanton woman by the time I got two fingers deep inside her pussy as I strummed her clit with the fingers of my other hand. Soon she was right at the edge of no return and begged for me to suck on her clit and make her cum.

Little did I know until it hit me in the face that Jane squirted when she orgasmed. She covered my face and top half of my body when she squirted over me.

“Mmmmm, yeah! Fuck!! Right there! God yes! Don’t fucking stop! I’m cummmmming again!!!!” She screamed as she squirted all over me for a second time.

After a few minutes, once she stopped shaking and come down from her high, I rose up and knelt over her, my cock waving in the air in front of her. She reached down and took me in her hand and guided me to her soaked pussy lips.

“Your mom was right. You do have a beautiful cock Jason! It’s so fucking hard too.” She crooned.

“I hope am not hurting you as I squeeze it babe?” She asked almost in a whisper.

“Oh no. I love it when you do that.” I replied with a smile.

“Oh I have something even better for you.” She said pulling me to her opening.

I rubbed the tip of my dick up and down between her pussy lips as her juices coated me. I pressed my cock against her pussy and watched as it began to disappear inside her to about half way. She was so much tighter than I thought she was going to be but it felt so good. I pulled my cock back out of her until only the head was left inside her. Then I thrust against her and my cock disappeared deep inside her to the hilt and I held still deep inside her.

“Fuck! Yes! That is so fuckin’ good.” She cried out looking up at me.

“I wonder if I should tell your mom just how good that cock of yours feels inside me right now?” She said still looking up at me with that smile on her face as her pussy squeezed my cock.

“Fuck me, fuck me with that big hard cock. I want to feel you deep babe.” Jane moaned as I began to move inside her.

My dick was feeling good inside my mom’s best friend. I knew I was close to cumming. Really close. I think she knew it to because she started moving and twisting under me. We were both fucking each other and were now beyond any shyness that we’d had only minutes ago. Now we were fucking and enjoying it immensely.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes, fuck yes. Feels so fucking good.” I shouted out as I jammed my cock deep as I could go into her, making her spurt cum as I plundged deep inside. As deep into her as it would go.

Then I felt her body tense and go ridged as she began to have another orgasm. She came like before, squirting all over my cock, balls and thighs this time as it pooled under her arse on my bed sheets.

“OH, oh, I, uh, fuck yesss, feels so fucking good.” She moaned as she came down from her third orgasm in less than ten minutes.

She panted and pulled me down on top of her as I kept stroking my cock as deep in her pussy as I could still manage. I was still hard inside her and she was enjoying every thrust of my slowly softening cock and it fucked her slowly in and out of here cum filled cunt.

“Mmmm I am enjoying what you are doing right now, just keep going a little bit longer, Stud.” So nice! So nice,” she moaned as I still slid my cock in and out of her slowly. All the way out then, all the way back in again.

“How long can you stay?” I asked her.

“Well I was only going to stay till five.” She said as she looked into my saited blue eyes.

“I’d like it if you could stay longer. Think you could?” I asked as I kept on slowly fucking her.

“Mmm? I think I will take you up on that, seeing you are still so hard inside me,” she said reaching over to the night stand to pick her phone up. She start tapping on it as I continued to fuck her.

“Shhh, be quiet.” She motioned as she put the phone to her ear.

“Hi honey. Becca has asked me to stay for dinner so I accepted. Order pizza for you and the kids and I’ll see you later. Love you.” She said on the phone with my cock still fucking her.

“I can’t believe you called your hubby while I was fucking you. You are something else.” I said as my happy cock continued to fuck in and out of her.

We fucked three more times that afternoon and early evening. She gave me an amazing blow job to. We lay there cuddled up next to each other as we chatted about how many girls I had fucked to have been so good. I told her I had only been with one other girl and that I had learned a lot from her. She was the one with all the expertise.

“I must say that I am indebted to your mom for letting me have this big, hard cock to help out with my frustrations.” Jane said smiling all over her face.

“I think we will have to make this a weekly event, Tiger.” Jane said just before she left to go home.

I was watching television when mom got home and plonked herself down beside me on the sofa. I just knew she was curious as to how it all went. So I played it cool and just went with the flow, while I watched the screen in front of me,

“So, are you curious Mom?” I ask her.

“Oh Jason, I am just dying to know how it went.” Mom answered.

“So how much detail are you looking for?” I ask again.

“As much as you will share with me son.” Mom said with a naughty smile on her face.

“Well I can tell you that it was the best sex I ever had. And her body! OMG she was great in that bikini, but out of it she was fucking amazing, Mom.” I said excitedly as I turned and faced my mom telling her everything.

“She seemed to stay a little longer than I thought she would.” Mom quizzed.

“Oh mom we did it over and over and over and over again.” I beamed with delight.

“When she gave me a blow job she sucked like a vaccuum.” I told her with the biggest smile in the world.

“Was that too much detail for you?” I asked my mom.

“Mmm, almost, so when is she coming back?” Mom asked me.

“She said that it will have to be a weekly thing so I guess she will be back in less than a week.” I said with a smile.

“My son is quite the lover it seems. She sure seemed happy enough when she left to go home that’s for certain.” Mom let me know.

She thanked me over and over and over again and that she was happy I saw you coming out of the shower.” My mother said again.

“Jane is just an amazing woman and lover.” I said with a huge smile still on my face.

“Sounds like you are both happy with the arrangements then?” Mom asked.

“Well we did it three or four times, mom and I know I am happy with this and I know she is too.” I smiled.

“I am just glad that she has got someone that will make her happy is all.” Mom said as she went up to bed.

*******

It’s now three years later and Jane and I are still lovers. She started coming over twice a week but then it ended up four or five times a week. We would fuck and fuck until we could fuck each other no more. Jane hasn’t had sex with her hubby now in over four years and I haven’t had sex with anyone else since our first time together.

I am now twenty one and she is forty two and we love each other very much. Our passion is as it was the first time my cock slid deep inside her. Her kids are almost grown now and she is considering getting a divorce and moving in with me,

Just think, it all started the day my mom walked in on me coming out the shower and seeing my cock.

So it wasn’t the story you thought it was going to be, was it?

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It had been a year since Don had left Samantha and moved in with his secretary. As part of the divorce settlement Samantha kept her home and had sufficient money to get by.

It occurred to me that it had been a year in which Sam had drawn herself into a shell. Although she lived just down the road we were at best nodding acquaintances. Then it struck me that she’d always seemed the quiet type, Don, her ex, would strike up a conversation but Sam was never included, and if she did attempt to join in Don would quickly cut her short giving the impression that Sam’s opinions were unimportant.

Sam didn’t drive so she could often be seen walking to the shops a couple of kilometres away. Her head was always bowed as if trying to avoid eye contact with passers by. Which was something of a pity as Sam in her late twenties was an attractive lady. Even her defensive posture could not disguise her striking figure with full firm breasts and curving hips. Her peaches and cream complexion with blue eyes and cropped short fair hair bespoke an English rose heritage. She could have easily made friends but something inside seemed to be stopping her from doing so.

It was a situation that in everyone’s opinion needed remedying. At the age of 60 I was regarded as the ‘Old man of the street.’ And with this view of age came a perception of wisdom. It seems to me that wisdom is often confused with commonsense. Be that as it may people looked to me to do something about getting Samantha out of her shell.

Conversation with the lady tended to be one-way traffic it was difficult to get much more than a yes or no reply from her, it was as if she had built a defensive wall around herself, I felt that breaching fortress Samantha was going to be no easy task, I was soon to be proved wrong.

It was a stinking hot day and I was at the local supermarket buying some groceries, as I finished paying I looked up to notice that Sam was just leaving one of the other checkouts carrying a small bag of purchases.

I waited for her to draw level with me then said, ‘I’ll give you a lift home Sam.’

‘No that’s OK I can walk.’ She replied.

‘I wasn’t asking Sam. I was insisting. It’s far too hot to walk.’

‘Well if you insist.’ A smile lit her face. ‘Then thankyou Jim I accept.’

Her smile turned to a look of dismay when we reached my transport. ‘You’re riding a motor-bike.’ She gasped.

‘Yeah, I thought that I’d give the car a rest.’ I replied then before she could protest I opened the top box and whisked out the spare helmet and replaced it with our shopping.

Samantha looked at the helmet as if it were something alien. “I’ve never been on a motorbike.’ She said.

Well then you’re in for a real treat.’ I replied as I fastened the helmet over her soft hair and lowered the visor. ‘Hop on. Let’s go. All you need do is go with the bike, when it leans, lean with it. It’s that easy.’

As soon as Sam had settled behind me I hit the starter button and the 1200cc B.M.W. engine growled into life. Because it was her first time on a bike I took things easy but even so the bike got us home in half the time that it would have taken a car. A quick blip of the throttle at the traffic lights caused us to leave other traffic in our wake then we skimmed past slow moving queues of cars with ease.

When we reached Sam’s place I pulled in to the kerb stopped the bike and twisted round to look at her. When she raised the visor her face was flushed. ‘Oh that was so much fun.’ She gasped. ‘It was just exhilarating.’

I paused then asked. ‘ Is there anything in your shopping that needs refrigerating?’

‘No.’ she replied. ‘It’s just bread and vegetables’

‘Then hang on tight. Now we’re going for a real ride.’

‘But I can’t I have to cook dinner.’ She protested

‘I’ll take care of that.’ I replied then before she could say another word I started the bike hit the throttle and we roared off down the street.

In no time we had passed through the town and were headed down the highway. Now the Beemer came into her own, the growl from the engine turned to a snarl as we tore past a line of cars that had formed behind a lumbering road train. Then the snarl became a roar as we raced past the truck and headed for the open road.

A turn off had us passing through country roads that climbed into the mountains. It was here that the B.M.W. really came alive. There are a few bikes that will give the Beemer a run for her money when it comes to acceleration and top speed but none, in my opinion, that can live with her for handling. As we passed through winding mountain passes the bike swung easily from side to side and although we were close to dragging the footpegs along the bitumen the sure-footed machine never as much as twitched. Every time we came out of a bend into a straight. I gave the throttle a twist and the front of the bike became light as if she was trying to become airborne. Then a dab on the brakes would bring us back to a speed that could cope with the next series of bends.

Sam was a good pillion passenger, she had shuffled closer to me her arms Escort Bayan Antep were wrapped around me so that our weight was centrally located on the bike which made for better handling, But I couldn’t help being aware of two very firm breasts that were pressing into my back

Only those who know and love motorbikes have experienced the sheer exhilaration that comes from such a ride. Samantha was taking the crash course. We swept down out of the mountains and made our way through vineyards where row upon row of tended vines marched in orderly processions along our route.

I turned into a winery that I knew to have a first class restaurant and came to a halt. Stopping the engine I dismounted and turned to help Sam from the bike. ‘I told you that I would take care of dinner.’ I said then indicated the restaurant, ‘Dinner awaits my lady.’

Sam’s face was animated, flushed and full of life, she tore of her helmet, threw her arms around me then stepped back and gave a loud whoop of sheer joy. ‘I have never felt so alive, sooo.’ She searched for a word then found it. ‘So free, so utterly and beautifully freeee!’ Then the lady who so recently had been reserved and withdrawn threw her arms wide spun in a circle then kissed me full on the lips and said. ‘Thankyou Jim Thankyou.’

‘The pleasure was all mine dear lady. Now shall we dine?’

It seemed to me that Sam’s reaction to a motorbike ride was at least a little bit over the top. Once again I was soon to be proved wrong.

After studying the menu we both decided on Barramundi, which is a truly delicious Australian codfish. This was served with a fresh garden salad and accompanied by a lightly oaked Chardonnay that the winery was justly proud of. Sam appeared to be savouring every mouthful, closing her eyes and eating slowly as if trying to memorise every morsel.

‘You are enjoying the food.’ I commented.

‘Ooh yes! It seems that now I’m free even my food tastes better.’

‘Free?’ I inquired.

‘Yes Jim, free. You can never know what that ride on your bike meant to me. As we swooped through those mountain passes I felt…No! Became free for the first time in my life.’ The heat of the day had caused her to perspire so that her breasts were sticking to her shirt and her excitement from the bike ride was making them heave in a very enticing manner. She continued. ‘I have never been so alive and I want to savour every minute. Not just the food’

‘ But free?’ I was becoming repetitious because her words were puzzling me. Samantha looked up from her food; saw my look of puzzlement then without raising her voice told me her story.

There had only been two men in her life, her father and her husband. Her father was a martinet, a man who firmly believed that children were to be seen and not heard. This to the extent that she had never been allowed to form an opinion of her own much less voice one. He was equally firm of the belief of not sparing the rod to spoil the child. The slightest disagreement with this tyrant was met by immediate and painful punishment. To make matters worse his wife was only able to have one child and to his eternal shame that child was not the son that he could have formed in his own image. Her mother had never enjoyed good health and passed away when Sam was five. Her father felt that someone should be punished for this and that someone was Samantha. He watched her like a hawk and if he as much as thought that she might have ideas that did not match his own then retribution was swift.

As she grew and reached her teens she naturally became aware of boys of her own age. Her father’s reaction had been to literally lock her up. She was taken to and from school then later to work. Her job in an all female typing pool was a position within the company where her father worked. Where once again she was driven to and from work.

But it is in the nature of typing pools for the girls to chat during their breaks and when the work slackened off. It was during these chats that Sam learned that there was another side to life, a side that was both interesting and exciting, a side that involved having boyfriends. All of the girls it seemed had boyfriends, all except Sam that is.

Their relationships varied from those who had only recently met their man and those who had gone the whole hog and were now in a live together relationship. Sam was fascinated by all of their stories and even found herself becoming aroused when some of the senior girls talked at length of their sexual experiences.

But most exciting of all to Sam was that she could see that a man in her life would be her ticket out of her father’s control. In her fervid imagination this man took on the persona of a knight in armour who would come to her rescue.

Her knight in shining armour turned out to be Don an underling in the department that her father supervised. Sweeping Samantha off her feet was a simple task. It was not till they had married that Sam discovered her father had put Don up to the idea of dating her; with the understanding that promotion would come quickly if the young man were to marry his daughter.

It soon became obvious to Sam that Don was the son that her father always wanted. He was a control freak who simply took over from where her father left off.

Two years after her marriage her father suffered a massive heart attack and died. But even though he had passed away he continued to control her life in the form of a son-in-law who had now been promoted into his position within the company.

It wasn’t until after her divorce that Sam discovered that Don’s affair with his secretary had been ongoing since before her marriage. No wonder he had so little time for her. All that Don had added to Sam’s life was frustration. When he left her she had no feeling of loss only a sense of being alone which compared to her life up till that point was something of an improvement.

Samantha had already started to think of herself as an old maid when I offered her a lift home. The simple act of riding on a motorbike had been a massive turning point in her life. She became animated as once again her face flushed as she spoke.

‘I really enjoyed the ride home your bike is just thrilling in the way that it moves and responds. I had accepted that the ride home was probably going to be the highlight of my year then before I knew it we were off again. Racing along the highway had me shivering with excitement but the when we rode through the mountains and the bike really came alive, so did I.’

A slow smile crossed her face, and then she continued. ‘Its hard to explain but the feeling of joy, excitement and sheer freedom was no longer the highlight of my year; it was the highlight of my life! Because suddenly it came to me like a bolt of the blue that I was just as free as the motorbike, unchained, unrestrained, free to fly like the bike. And not just for today but for the rest of my life! You can never begin to understand what that ride on your bike means to me.’

There was a lump in my throat as I tried to respond, it was hard to find words to fit the occasion ‘Sam, if only I had known we could have done this a dozen times by now.’

‘You couldn’t possibly have known Jim. But there is one other thing that I’d like to explain.’ Her eyes became downcast and I feared that she might be sliding back into her shell. Then she continued. ‘ I can’t begin to explain how good it felt to have somebody do something for the sole purpose of letting me enjoy myself and be happy. It felt so good to know that this whole trip was not something that you’d planned it was just something that you wanted to do for me. And Jim, it just felt so good, so right, to have my arms around a man who was good, kind, strong and gentle.’

Sam raised her hands to her mouth as if she has said too much. I never spoke. I got to my feet walked around the table and lifted Sam out of her chair and hugged her to me. We remained in each others arms for fully two minutes before I whispered, ‘Sam this is a loving hug, you have lots of them coming your way and you deserve every single one.’

Tears were shining in her eyes as she replied. ‘I hope that a lot of them will be coming from you Jim.’

I returned her to her seat then picked up her wine glass and gave it to her. Then we toasted. ‘To freedom and happiness.’

Sam took another sip of her wine then said. ‘I like this wine, can we have some more?’

‘Yes but not yet. We still have to ride home so I’ll get a couple of bottles to take with us.’

‘I would enjoy that, the two glasses that I’ve had are making me feel so relaxed.’

‘In vino veritas’ I quoted

‘What does that mean?’

‘It translates to. “In wine there is truth.” Which means that wine can relax our inhibitions to allow us become more truthful. It is truth that sets us free. But like almost everything, wine is only good in moderation. Now shall we go home?’

I have always maintained that you only need to take a B.M.W. motorbike anywhere once. After that the bike knows its own way and all you need do is enjoy the ride. Thus it was that we made our way home just enjoying the ride whilst the machine swooped through the mountains and because I was relaxed I became more conscious of my delightful passenger. She had squirmed as close to me as possible so that I was conscious of the full length of her torso against my back. Her breasts were really firm, a fact that I was truly aware of when Sam hugged me tightly as we swooped through many of the tighter bends.

It was almost with regret that I turned into our street and our journey was over. I turned to Sam and yelled. ‘Your place or mine?’

‘Mine.’ She replied.

After I’d opened and poured the wine we settled into two deep armchairs in Sam’s tastefully furnished living room. We chatted for a while then I noticed that Sam was drinking far too quickly. ‘Hey take it easy with that stuff it can knock you down as quickly as it lifted you up.’

‘Message received loud and clear.’ Sam grinned. ‘Music?’ then without awaiting a reply she made her way to a stereo and shortly thereafter the room was filled with Dave Brubeck taking five.

Nothing is more relaxing than warm Jazz and cool white wine; there was silence whilst we enjoyed both. There is silence and then there is silence. There is the kind of silence where people find solitude and there are silences that somehow draw us together. This was the latter, I found myself enjoying Sam’s company without a word being spoken and I instinctively knew that Sam was feeling exactly the same. Therefore it came as no surprise when, without a word, Sam rose to her feet to came and settle in my lap; we smiled, clinked glasses and again toasted freedom and happiness.

Sam’s head was resting on my shoulder so that I hardly had to raise my voice above a soft rumble when I asked. ‘So, where to from here Sam?’

She mused a moment before replying. ‘ From here? I’m not really sure Jim. I only know that for the rest of my life I’ll be doing what I want to do and going where I want to go. And right at this moment that is exactly what is happening.’ She raised her head slightly to look me in the eyes then leaned forward. This time her kiss was soft, warm and tender.

I could see where this was heading but there was a point that I felt had to be made. ‘Sam, you do realise that I’m old enough to be your….’

‘Stop right there Jim.’ She cut me off. ‘Haven’t I just finished telling you that I’m doing what I want to do? If your age was any kind of a problem then I wouldn’t be here.’

I looked into her eyes and all that shone back was complete sincerity. This time when she kissed me I responded so that our tongues laced around each other. There was sweetness in this kiss like no other I had ever experienced. A kiss has a language all of its own this one spoke of need, desire, and a drawing together that could only end in fulfilment.

Isn’t experience a wonderful thing? At this stage I could have hurried things along but instead I slowed down. In the words of old Blue Eyes ‘Nice and easy does it every time.’ I’m so glad that I listened to his advice.

For the next ten minutes or so (who’s counting?) I allowed my hands to caress Sam’s torso. Coming up from beneath her button down shirt to cross her abdomen then slowly and lightly let my fingers drift around to her spine from where her cute butt protruded above her jeans, slowly counting my way up her vertebrae till midway between her shoulder blades, surprise surprise! No bra strap! My fingers made their curiosity driven way around her body to the sides of two very firm, very smooth breasts. Definitely no bra!

Stop right there Jim, save the best bits for later.

My fingers again slowly descended across her abdomen rippling over a tight six-pack. Sam was breathing hard and squirming in my lap, my turgid manhood straining against my pants trying find that delicious groove between her butt cheeks. Meanwhile my fingers had made their way down the outside of her jeans clad thighs and were now describing a slowly circling rise up the inside of her parted legs toward the object of my desire then stopping short and moving back down. All this time Sam’s breathing had become heavier, her body shuddering with need.

Suddenly without warning she jumped up out of my lap to stand before me, breasts heaving hips thrust forward eyes blazing with lust and something more; a hint of mischief. Her tongue lasciviously licked slowly across her lips as she leaned toward me till I could not help seeing down her shirt to where two glorious orbs showed why she did not need a bra.

Sam was showing me that two could play the teasing game.

‘You are right about the wine.’ She said. ‘It has released my inhibitions. So this is where I get to fulfil two of my favourite fantasies.’

‘What might they be Sam?’

‘First things first.’ She replied. ‘I’ve always wanted to do a strip.’

Without awaiting a reply she walked over to the stereo, her hips swaying provocatively as she went. She pressed a couple of buttons then returned to stand before me again as the music of The Police filled the room. Then while the soaring voice of Sting sang. ‘Every breath you take, every move, you make, I’ll be watching you.’ Sam began, little by little, to unbutton her shirt. As each button became undone a little more of her body became uncovered, a little more of her firm breasts was revealed. As each button became undone Sam sensuously leaned toward me then straightened, turned, weaving her hips as she did so, then began unfastening the next button. Till button by button her shirt was open to her waist partially revealing two very firm breasts. She reached up and lifted the shirt over her bare shoulders; the only things holding the shirt in place now was two very roused very firm nipples.

Sting was singing. ‘How my poor heart aches with every breath you take.’ When Sam shrugged her shoulders and the shirt fell from her torso to pool at her feet while every breath she took caused her lightly perspiring, totally perfect, breasts to swell before my eyes. Breasts that were so firm that neither sag nor ripple occurred as she moved. Breasts with light pink aureole from which arose firm nipples. Samantha had easily the best breasts that I had ever seen. When you’ve been around the planet for sixty years you can say you’ve seen your share of boobs.

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AN URBANE MAN

Two women and twelve months of pleasure

He came for dinner one evening and over the course of the meal I realised that my husband was gradually growing colder towards this guest. I knew the signs although the other visitors had been totally unaware of any change in Michael’s manner. Later, and once he had rather too hurriedly pumped his cum into my receptive vagina then rolled onto his side, I finally heard the reason.

‘My daughter couldn’t take her eyes off him.”

‘Perhaps that’s not surprising considering he is her visiting lecturer.’

Fearing the consequences I had tried to pour cold water on his justified feelings. Flora had all but drooled over her new tutor.

‘But I reckon there might be more to it than that.’

And with those prophetic words he turned away soon to be fast asleep leaving me to gloat on the visitor.

Martin Summers had proved to be an interesting person. He was a Professor over from an Ivy League University on a twelve month exchange, about my age, and attractive in his way but definitely rough at the edges. No, he was more than slightly rough. Martin had a broken nose, a cauliflower ear (he had explained that these were both souvenirs of college football but I reckoned he was a bit of a bruiser), a muscular middleweight boxer’s build and unkempt hair. But he had innate charm, in fact so much charm that my fingers were stroking my clit which had been erect in his honour all that night.

I was now on my stomach with my hand under my body, head turned away from the man at my side. My long legs were stretched out with my feet locked over the foot of the mattress although my fingers were not yet at my G-spot. They were still teasing my tiny erection but it wouldn’t be long before I got down to the serious part of my self pleasure routine.

It seems Martin was not from a “moneyed background” as he described those of his acquaintances who were in the positions of power back in his University. He was what American’s would describe as “from the other side of the tracks” and had pulled himself up to his present eminence with the aid of a sporting scholarship.

Was he already fucking my husband’s daughter? I didn’t think so given his so recent arrival and that the pair of us were on such close terms, but did she want to? Had she already entertained the idea? Was she lying in her bed at this very moment and doing the same as her step-mother?

Later I came in a rush with thigh muscles rigid but without noise, or at least as quietly as I could manage. Okay there might have been a noticeable disturbance as my hips bucked four times, maybe five, but it seemed that nothing would wake Michael Thomas once he was asleep. It never had before and this occasion was no different.

…………..

‘That all went off well, I thought.’

Flora Thomas and I were having a late breakfast but she wasn’t paying any attention so I was forced to repeat my comment and eventually got a hostile reply.

‘Last night went off well, I reckon.’

‘At least you both got to reminisce about your homeland.’

Oh-ho, did I detect a touch of jealousy. Best policy, as always with Flora, was to let it go and not rise to the bait. So my later attempt to change the subject was still-born when Flora continued.

‘I’ve got a tutorial with Martin on Monday.’

‘Oh yes,’ I kept my voice light, ‘one to one?’

‘Yeah.’

She was miles away in anticipation of that “tete a tete” but to me her face was like an open book. Flora was deeply in lust if not quite love. This was an unusual occasion as my step-daughter normally had no time for men despite attracting them like bees to honey.

In fact Flora was a honey pot. At twelve years younger than me, twenty two at her last birthday, and at present in the middle of her postgraduate master’s degree the young woman had inherited her dead mother’s sensuality and Spanish/Arabic appearance. But also the innate fiery temperament which often resulted in me dealing with my step-daughter as if walking on egg shells.

………….

Martin Summers rang shortly after Flora had gone into town. I was glad she was absent because at the first sound of his voice my nipples hardened and I had involuntarily grabbed at my pussy.

‘I’m ringing to say thank you for the meal. It was very kind of you to invite me.’

‘Not at all, it’s the least we could do for our daughters professor.’

He added more pleasantries before ringing off but there was no way I would remember the rest of the conversation. I was so sexually turned on that I blindly locked Antep Bayan Escort myself in the cloakroom and masturbated twice in quick succession.

…………….

It was Wednesday before I met Martin again and that was quite by chance.

‘Mrs Thomas, we meet again.’

His eyes twinkled as we virtually bounced off each other outside a bookshop which he had just left. He reached over his books to help me retain my balance and the grip of his hand on my arm sent pulses straight to my all of a sudden moist vagina.

‘Do you fancy a drink?’

He lead my un-resistant body into a nearby coffee shop and ordered espresso for us both.

We sat at a small table, so restricted that my knee was virtually in his crotch and my speech was instantly affected. But it mattered not a jot because he was bubbling over and as I could listen to his voice for ever this particular woman was soon in seventh heaven. However eventually I was forced to come back with a bump by his obvious need for a reply.

‘I beg your pardon, say that again?’

‘I was asking about your precise relationship to my student Flora.’

‘She’s my step-daughter.’

‘That explains a lot.’

‘How so?’

‘Why you are so very different.’

……….

The following Wednesday I made sure I was outside the same bookshop. In fact I had spent the intervening week in a lather of anticipation at a possible further meeting only to be cruelly disappointed by his absence. In an attempt to manufacture a moment of “deja vu” I entered the same coffee bar only to see my quarry already at the counter.

Again we were squeezed together but I had come with a proposition and the close contact gave me courage to proceed.

‘Would it shock you to know that I want more than a platonic relationship.’

His thigh was between mine and I manoeuvred forward until his knee was hard against the heat of my open vulva and our skin only separated by a scrap of cotton and well washed denim.

‘No, I think that is very plain.’

‘So?’

‘But not in your home I assume?’

‘It would be difficult.’

‘Then maybe my flat?’

‘Ideal.’

‘But I warn you it’s without any feminine touches or even basic comforts.’

‘Do you have a bed?’

‘A “double” as I believe the British call it’

‘Then what more do we need?’

I giggled then as we whispered with heads close together presenting the very picture of a couple arranging an assignation.

‘But when?’ I asked leaning back purposefully to increase the contact of my throbbing clitoris on his knee.

‘Next Wednesday.’ He replied immediately which set off a veritable explosion of fireworks in my vagina and I came in that most public of places.

………..

I thought long and hard about what I should wear but eventually settled on shabby chic knowing that it was pointless if not downright dangerous to draw attention to myself.

He was waiting at the kerb outside his building and came round to open my door. I made a performance of exiting my low sports car and saw his eyes flicker to the flash of white gusset revealed for a moment as my legs parted. I locked the car and mounted the steps. Now there was no going back.

In the event he put me at ease by being very matter of fact. I had never been unfaithful to my husband in the five years of our marriage although I had been tempted once or even twice and while being determined to enjoy this occasion I was genuinely nervous.

‘I had only just got back from a run so I’ll have a shower while you get settled in.’

So to the accompaniment of running water I stripped and slipped under the bedclothes to await events. While initially thinking I might retain my underwear in some vain effort at appearing the modest victim I soon discarded them in the knowledge that it would seem a phony deceit.

Martin then appeared totally naked but preceded by a more than adequate erection which immediately made me giggle. He stood at the foot of the bed, fastened a hand around his member and began to wank slowly as I watched fascinated.

‘Does that turn you on?’

I nodded in the affirmative being struck dumb for the moment.

‘What do you think about when you go solo?’

Now I found my voice although it sounded very unsteady as I finally replied.

‘Just the feeling of getting off…I’m not actually very graphic when I masturbate.’

He sped up the rhythm of his movements and asked again.

‘But what gets you in the mood to start?’

‘That’s easy. Your call to thank me for dinner, a sexy voice, or maybe a sudden recall of something in my past.’

His breathing had become laboured and I threw the sheets back and continued my own road to fulfilment which had already begun beneath the covers.

‘Like what?’

‘Oh that’s not easy, but wait…I remember catching the eye of a woman across the aisle on a plane and watching her masturbate under a blanket. It was the intent and unwavering look on her face as if she would have preferred touching me which later fuelled many a steamy session.’

By now I was well into it and as I was about to orgasm I saw his eyes glaze over. We came together and he spurted over my feet which then lead to a combined burst of laughter from which I recovered first.

‘That’s a first for me.’

‘What was?’

‘Someone cumming on my feet.’

He remained vertical and I spoke again as he continued to stroke his penis.

‘How soon before we can get down to fucking ourselves stupid?’

‘That depends on you.’

Intrigued I half rose on one elbow.

‘Me doing what?’

‘Not doing, just telling me how you want it.’

I fell back then turned on my front and spread my legs.

‘Like this.’

I felt his weight descend onto the mattress then his body onto mine before an already cum lubricated erection was insinuated slowly into my anus. The feel of his velvet smooth erection slipping in and out was pure bliss and with the help of my fingers I immediately came explosively. But then to my disappointment he withdrew.

‘Have you come already?’ My question was muffled by a pillow but the reply was ultra clear as his mouth was next to my ear.

‘Never fear, I’m not nearly finished.’

Martin then turned me bodily onto my back and my open vagina sucked him in with a noise not dissimilar to a slurp. He paused only to adjust his position and so violent was the subsequent invasion that I came shortly after without further aid from fingers and again as he finally filled my pussy.

…………

But now the dreadful racking regrets began. He wanted a repeat of our tryst but I was determined not to weaken another time. All far to late of course but so be it, and unknown to me Flora was plotting her own route to gain pleasure at the hands of her Professor.

He finally succumbed to her charms in the same bed. Different car parked outside but the same result. However, and during the bout, Martin Summers had unwisely confessed his previous encounter with me.

…………

Flora ran me to earth in my bedroom and locked the door. I had been in the process of gathering my dirty washing together and turned to find a spitting young women.

‘You’ve made a cuckold of my father.’

I didn’t answer being guilty as charged but she softened temporarily.

‘I know he has other women so perhaps that’s not the real point of my anger with you…’

But this was news to me so I interrupted Flora mid-complaint.

‘Other women. I had no idea. Do I know them?’

‘Of course but can we come back to that later. You’ve had my Martin Summers.’

Her claws were out so I sought to ease her fury.

‘Once only and I deeply regret my impulse but why are you so upset?’

At that Flora broke down and fell on the bed sobbing but as the sobs grew worse I curled up beside my step-daughter and cradled her body to mine.

‘I think I probably love him Mother.’

‘Am I right to assume you’ve already slept with Martin?’

‘Yes.’

‘So has he said anything about the future when you were together?’

‘No of course not. I’d already played the relationship down.’

How wise of her but then something else suddenly occurred to me.

‘I never asked if he was married although it seems very unlikely.’

‘No he isn’t.’

‘Well that’s something at least, but what do you want from him?’

‘A relationship I suppose if I’m being truthful. But you’ve fucked up any chance of that.’

Now the temper was back and she pushed me away violently.

‘Nothing long-term is ever going to happen sweetie and you know it.’

The realisation was slow to dawn but arrived in time.

‘No, you’re right. I suppose I should just be content with enjoying his services while it lasts.’

‘That’s the spirit my darling but listen, tell me who your father has fucked?’

She pulled me back close and heaved a deep sigh.

‘You must know my Dad thinks that the sun shines out of his arse. My mother once told me he measures his virility by how many women he fucks, and with his inherited wealth he has no problem attracting willing partners.’

‘But do I know any of them?’

‘Some maybe.’

‘Then name them before I go mad.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course I am. I mean it’s not like I feel the need to scratch their eyes out, I just need to be fully in the loop when and if they start smirking at me.’

‘Well there was his first PA, also Charlene the current bimbo with that dubious title who can’t even spell. Then there’s your ballsy “friend” Maxine, oh and the estate agent who handled the sale of his father’s house, what was her name?’

‘Sally err… Barnes.’

‘Yup that’s the one. And no doubt there are many others which I don’t recall for the moment’

‘Bloody hell Flora, I had no idea.’

‘You’re a trophy wife Mother. He loves having a beautiful and sexy woman around to bolster his opinion of himself but as you must have discovered he’s no great shakes in bed, at least so my mother once complained.’

She left the room then, leaving me with much food for thought.

Was I behaving any better than my husband?

Not according to my recent activities.

Why had I married him in the first place?

For a comfortable life was the only reply possible. So was I going to rock the boat? The answer was in the negative and the decision was entirely a no brainer.

…………

That night my bed was empty of a husband and I was luxuriating in the space when Flora arrived.

‘Can I get in with you?’

‘Of course. Your Dad’s away on business.’

‘And probably already tucked up in an hotel bed with his stupid little PA.’

‘Well I wish her luck with having an orgasm.’

We both giggled but the cuddle which followed suddenly became something more. It’s not that I hadn’t had sex with a women before, or that Flora and me hadn’t done it previously (I have already said that we were very close) but the occasions were infrequent.

Our naked bodies became locked together breast to breast and our legs were interlaced. Flora was already humping my thigh and her hand was at my clit when I began responding like for like.

Naked from my shower and slippery with unguents my skin was super sensitive to every contact, to every caress, and having almost come before my step-daughter had even arrived her clever fingers soon brought me off. I needed a little more time to do the same for Flora but it was not long before she shuddered on my hand and I saw her smile lazily.

‘What’s amusing you so much?’

‘It’s a long story.’

‘Well we’ve got all night. Spill the beans.’

‘Okay but it involves my Dad so are you comfortable with that?’

‘Sure.’

‘Right then here goes. It was just after my first period when I caught him jacking off. Like I knew perfectly well what he was doing but it was still a shock..and so I began spying on him until my mother caught me one day.’

‘What did she say?’

‘Oh just that it was better than him sleeping around and gave her a rest from his attentions, but it served to stop my undercover work.’

‘But why were you smiling just now?’

‘Because later, and quite by accident, I found out what sort of porn turns him on.’

‘So what does he watch?’

‘You don’t know?’

‘I’ve never been that curious.’

‘Oh okay, I can understand that. But he likes watching women on women. So imagine what he would have felt if he had just seen us performing.’

‘He wouldn’t have known whether to be disgusted or to wank himself off.’

Later I more than willingly let Flora bring me off again then watched as she masturbated cross legged and with her bush in front of my face. Then having stretched out beside me she made a sleepy post orgasmic suggestion.

‘Perhaps we could share Martin Summers? Like not as a threesome, I’m not into that, but turn and turn about…What do you think?’

What did I think? Especially after the revelations of my husband’s philandering. It was once again a no brainer of a decision.

‘That’s more than okay by me, but maybe he might have something to say.’

‘Leave it all to me.’

Whether blackmail reared it’s ugly head who knows? But I would never rule out anything where Flora was concerned. Anyway from then on I found myself pretty regularly in his bed and came home each time feeling pretty damn satisfied. This happened regularly for us both until the time when our Professor left for America leaving both Flora and I bereft.

But a lasting consolation was my secret knowledge of Michael Thomas’s philandering and my pity for his disappointed conquests. As long as all he required from me was to be well dressed and to welcome his occasional need for sex I was more than content.

THE END

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Chapter 2

When she woke up her father was not on the couch with her anymore. She could hear some noises coming from the kitchen and figured he must be making breakfast. She sat up and started to stretch. She stopped suddenly as she remembered the conversation from last night. Did that really happen? She was a little mortified with herself. How could she actually propose those things aloud to her father? Had they actually agreed to…have sex with each other? She cringed as she wrapped her mind around the idea once more. As she started imagining what all they might be doing she began squirming on the couch. She was starting to feel excited. Whether at the idea of finally learning what sex was or just being that close to her daddy, she didn’t know. But if he still wanted to try it, she was still willing to learn. Did he?

When she got into the kitchen she saw breakfast was already made and her father was cleaning up.

“Hey sweetie. Go ahead and eat up. I already finished. Sorry, I wasn’t sure when you would be up. How did you sleep?”

“Good. Thanks for breakfast Daddy.”

“No problem sweetie. You are going to need your strength after all. That is, if you still want me to be your teacher.”

With that he turned and smiled at her a smile she had never seen before. She was glad that he still remembered and she could only nod in response. Then her father dried his hands and walked over to her as she was picking at her food, too anxious to eat much. She was unsure whether or not she could actually go through with all of this. She had always chickened out and ran away when it came to sex. So much so that she didn’t even know what sex was really. Now she was going to go through with it with her father? It just seemed crazy. Then her father’s voice interrupted her thoughts,

“Come meet me upstairs in your room when you are ready to get started. I can’t wait to help my baby girl.”

With that he kissed her forehead and walked up to her room. She definitely couldn’t eat now. She was distracted by the power in her father’s voice. He didn’t even ask her if she wanted to start today. There was something different about him now. Like he was still her father but something more. Not only that, but she was feeling differently about herself as well. She felt calm but frenzied. As scared as she was she was about to walk up to her room and do whatever her daddy told her to, and she was going to do a good job at it. Just like when she was a little girl, she wanted to do what her daddy told her to…

She slowly but purposefully marched up the stairs to face her bedroom door, which was closed. Then she turned the knob and entered the room. Her father was sitting on her full size bed amidst her still ruffled blankets and pillows. He was wearing only his flannel pajama pants from last night. His chest was broad and smooth, and Carmen couldn’t help but stare at it. He had a determined look on his face. She stood in her black silk nightgown and awaited his instructions. She felt herself being overcome by an overwhelming desire to yield to him, but she didn’t understand it all yet.

He motioned with his hand for her to join him at her bed and she came over to him. He reached his hands out to her when she got directly in front of him and placed them on her fleshy, rounded hips. He lightly squeezed her hips and as he did so his thumbs pressed into her pelvis and she nearly lost her footing. To be held… handled this way was something she had never felt.

“First we will need to get comfortable with each other’s bodies. We need to explore everything. That way when we go farther we will be able to enjoy it. I won’t ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable. O.K. sweetie?”

He was softly squeezing and releasing her hips as he spoke in a trance like voice. Her mind was spinning and all she could manage to say in her nervous,excited state was,

“Yes Daddy.”

“I’m going to undress you. You are going to be completely naked. After that I’m going to touch every part of your body so you can get used to it.”

He removed his hands from her hips and reached to the bottom of her silk nightgown. He grabbed the material and stood up as he lifted it up over her head to expose her body, now only covered by her black silky panties. His eyes became engorged, as well as his penis, Carmen could see. He had a tent in his pants sticking straight out at her. He tossed her nightgown aside and looked at her body. He soaked in her smooth and flawless skin, stopping for a long time to take in her beautifully rounded breasts. Just exactly a handful for him. He was staring at her panties for a long time before he finally snapped out of it and looked up into her eyes Antep Bayan Escort as he spoke,

“Your body is perfect honey.”

She was too enamored by his reaction to feel much embarrassment. All her fears washed away for a moment as she enjoyed the sight of a man pouring his eyes over her body. She enjoyed the way he controlled everything. He knew exactly what he wanted. She was very comforted by that, and even more excited by it.

He rubbed his hands along her shoulders and down her arms and she shuddered as his touches came closer to her breasts. Finally he reached the soft delicate skin of her chest and lightly rubbed his fingertips all over. Then he grabbed onto her firm breasts and squeezed slightly as he massaged them. Carmen started to breathe heavily as she became more and more excited by these new sensations. She closed her eyes in order to enjoy the attention her body had never experienced. She loved the way her father’s hands felt rubbing and squeezing her. He felt so powerful and she felt so weak to resist.

“Does that feel good baby?” He asked through his own ragged breath.

“Yes Daddy.”

Was all she could manage to say in response as he continued to rub all over her.After several minutes he turned her body to face the waist-high dresser that sat directly beside her bed. She was looking at the wall behind it when he took her hands and placed them on the top so that she was leaning over. He ran his fingertips all along her back slowly from her shoulder blades all the way to her panties over and over again. Each time he got to her waist line he ran his fingertips further into her panties to rub her ass a little more. He stood up and scooted his body directly against hers. She looked back to see him grab his penis, still inside his pants, and lay it directly between her ass cheeks as he moved into position so it would be pressed firmly against her. He bent down to press his stomach and chest against her back and wrapped his arms around to her ample breasts again. All the while he was pressed up against her plump ass. Even through their clothes she could feel how big her father was.

He began to gently grope and massage her young breasts again while he was hunched over her. He put his forehead down on her back and she could feel his hot, jagged breaths steaming out onto her. Her own breathing was erratic and her body was quivering, partly with excitement and partly with something she had never felt before. Her mind was too cloudy to think. Her arms were almost too weak to hold her up. She panted in time with his hot breath on her back.

She began to feel a new sensation as her father was now very subtly grinding himself up and down her ass cheeks in rhythm with his hard breaths. It’s very slight at first, almost as though he has no idea it’s happening. She can feel all of his hardness pressing deeper into her panties until they are pressed tight to her skin. She can feel even more of him slip between her cheeks and push harder against her. He slowly begins to move his hips just a little bit faster and even a little harder against her. His hands go from massaging her breasts down to grab onto her hips again. His hands grasp her firmly and fit perfectly.

“Does that feel good baby?” He asks with a voice that sounds surprisingly cool for someone she thought sounded like he was losing control.

“Yes Daddy.” She managed to squeak out.

Just as she feels he is about to lose control he slows down to an almost unnoticeable pace before stopping completely and standing there completely still. She almost thinks about turning to ask if everything is ok, but decides against it. She has no idea what she’s doing anyway so she decides to trust her father. He finally stands up and lets out a long sigh. He takes a step from her and stands there looking down at her. She looks back to see his face and is unsure what his expression could mean. Oh no, she thinks to herself with fear, I messed up again! Distraught but determined not to be a bad student she asks her father,

“Did I mess up already daddy? I’m sorry. I can be better if you just tell me what I did wrong. Please daddy, tell me what I did wrong. I didn’t hurt your penis did I?”

He was chuckling as though she had just told a silly joke but not in a mean way Carmen could tell. She waited patiently for her father to tell her what she had done wrong. He gently lifted her by the arm and stood her upright. Looking straight into her face he responded with that same authoritative voice,

“Sweetie, you shouldn’t call it a penis. It’s too clinical sounding. When you are with a man sexually, when you are with me, you should call it a dick or a cock. You should call your vagina a pussy as well. Sexual words will turn you both on. It helps with foreplay and makes things hotter. From now on I want you to call this daddy’s dick.”

As he spoke he grabbed her hand and wrapped her small fingers around his dick and tightened her grip on it so she could feel how hard it still was. Then he continued to explain,

“Daddy’s dick gets hard when I think about you. Everything you do makes me hard. You haven’t done anything wrong or hurt me in anyway. When a man has an erection it won’t go away until he cums. Cumming is when a man or a woman has an orgasm. You, a woman, can cum several times during sex and keep going. Daddy, a man, can only cum once before his dick isn’t hard anymore and he can’t have sex again for a long while after. A few minutes ago I got very close to cumming because I was so turned on. So I had to slow down because I didn’t want to stop yet. The only thing you did was turn me on too much.”

Carmen was very glad she hadn’t done anything wrong, but she was feeling confused with all the new information. She was more confused by her own feelings. She was experiencing things she had never thought about before. Suddenly she felt very stupid for never learning more about this stuff. Then again, if she had she wouldn’t have this opportunity with her daddy now.

“You seem a little unsure. Why don’t we turn the focus onto me? I will show you what to do with daddy’s dick. Does that sound ok baby?” He asked her.

“Yes Daddy.” She obediently replied, eager to see and feel his dick more.

With her permission he sat her on the edge of her bed and slipped his pants off right in front of her face. Staring directly at her was daddy’s dick. It was very big and very hard. It pointed straight up and at her face as though it was inviting her over. She was confused about what she was seeing. Not only was it more than twice the size of her teenage boyfriend’s but it also looked very different. It had a very loose cover of skin over the end of it. She was pleased to see it wasn’t very hairy down there. Her father trimmed his hair just like she did. She felt her pussy start to tingle again like it had done earlier. Seeing daddy’s dick turned her on. She was blushing and made a slight squirming motion to try to sate her pussy and learn more. She wasn’t sure exactly how to please it but she knew it felt good to rub it against the bed and between her legs, and right now that was good enough for her.

“Daddy’s dick is not circumcised. That means that I have this extra skin on it that some other men won’t have.” He explained to her.

He grabbed her hand placed it on his dick just below the top of it. She was stunned by how hard it felt as she squeezed it. It was hard but at the same time soft. He grabbed his hand around hers and pulled it back towards his body exposing the tip and demonstrating the way the skin worked. As she stared at it in amazement he went through various details explaining what each part was; the shaft, the head, the skin.

Then he took her hand and placed it under his dick to cup his balls. These were very much different than she had ever imagined. He took his time to explain to her how sensitive they were and showed her how to massage them gently, rolling them in her palm. After her technical lesson he sat down on the bed next to her to teach her how to handle his dick.

“I’m going to teach you how to touch daddy’s dick like a good girl.” He spoke softly yet firmly.

As soon as she heard him say ‘good girl’ she fought back the urge to reach into her panties and rub everything she could reach. She wanted to be daddy’s good girl. She tilted her head down slightly and looked at daddy with her most eager face, awaiting his instruction. She was still very nervous but she was incapable of steering her body away from the excitement she was feeling. Every time she tried to experience her body she felt like she was running towards the top of a mountain that she could never quite reach. Sitting here with her daddy she knew he could get her to the top of that mountain.

“Watch me,” He said.

Then he took his big hand and grabbed his dick. Her eyes were big and round while she watched her daddy start pumping his fist up and down on his own cock. She felt silly for just a moment as she realized just what she had done wrong all those years ago with her teenage boyfriend. That feeling quickly passed as she was entranced in the lesson her father was giving her. It seemed more rough than she had imagined a man would want to be with such a sensitive organ, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind.

As he was stroking his own cock she let her eyes turn up to see his face. His hard features were now turned into expressions of lust and desire. Their eyes met and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy. It was so very bad but yet so very good at the same time. He took his own hand off his dick and placed hers on it. He gripped his hand over hers and she realized then just how very big daddy’s dick was. Even if she used both of her hands she wouldn’t be able to cover the entire length of it. It was also very big around, in fact, as she wrapped her delicate fingers around the shaft of his cock she saw that her fingers would not meet all the way around. There was something so erotic to her about how big her father was compared to her.

Her father began controlling her hand for her. He was sliding her hand up and down on his big cock. She relished the power she had over her father at that moment. His face was begging her, pleading with her to give him what he wanted. Now she was in control. A sudden boldness overtook her and she starting pumping her daddy’s dick harder and faster. She was breathing as hard as he was, partly from excitement and partly from the physical effort it took to continue stroking her daddy.

He finally took his hand off of hers and let her have the control. He grabbed onto her shoulder to pull her in towards him and sank his scruff face into her neck and collarbone. He was breathing erratically and seemed to be lowly whispering pleas to her. His hand wandered down her chest and grabbed onto her breast hard and he started massaging it as he was losing more control of himself. Carmen was having trouble keeping up her pace with her father caressing her body and nuzzling her neck and chest. She couldn’t help herself as she started wiggling her hips and trying to grind her wet pussy onto anything it could find.

“Daddys gonna cum soon baby, don’t stop.” He said with authority.

She snapped out of her trance when she realized that she didn’t even know exactly what that meant. Eager to see what would happen when her daddy came and proud of herself for making him feel so good she set her eyes down to his cock. She watched in amazement at the sight of the pink head of her daddy’s dick disappearing over and over again into her hand while she brought him to orgasm.

Suddenly he moved his hand from her breast and ran it up along her neck until it was raveled in her long soft hair. Once in the middle of it he grabbed a handful and held it there. Not pulling too hard, but not being gentle about it either. He grabbed her so hard she couldn’t fight against the pull and her head leaned back. Then she heard her daddy grunting and letting out small growls. She loved the noises of her daddy in ecstasy. She knew he must be cumming when he bit the top of her shoulder near her neck and puffed out heavy breaths from between his tightly squeezed mouth. She got excited at the thought of making her daddy come and let out some small squeaks of pleasure herself.

Everything her father was doing was exhilarating her. She couldn’t sit still. She needed some relief from all the pressure that had been building up all morning while taking lessons from her daddy. Her father grabbed her arm to let her know to stop stroking his dick. That’s when she realized her hand was very wet. She looked down to see what had happened and saw that not only was her hand covered in a clear gooey substance but also her father’s stomach and there was even some on the bed and her legs. What is this? She wondered to herself as she looked at her fathers naked body sitting beside her on the bed.

“That’s daddy’s cum. That’s what happens when a man has an orgasm. He shoots out his sperm. That’s how you know you have made daddy cum.”

He told her matter-of-factly. Then he continued on in a deeper and more fatherly voice,

“You were a very good girl for daddy Carmen. You made me feel so good.”

Hearing her father’s words sent a chill down her spine and straight into her pussy. Her head was spinning now and she wasn’t sure how she was going to continue her lessons. She couldn’t focus on anything or pay attention to anything other than the aching between her legs. Her father lightly rubbed her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. She was pleading with him in her head. Begging him to do something, anything to bring her relief. He stood up from the bed and grabbed a shirt to clean them up with very quickly and stood back in front of her again once they were done. Then he reached his hand out to her cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb while soaking in the sight of his 18 year old virgin daughter sitting before him waiting for her next lesson.

She sat on her bed as still as she could while her father towered over her stroking her cheek. She fully appreciated his size then and it reminded her of when she was a little girl and she used to lay with her daddy and watch tv or ride on his shoulders at the park. Something about the way he knew exactly what she wanted at all times was her biggest turn on. He knew exactly how to give her what she wanted, and knew that she wanted to give it back to him. She sunk deeper into her submissive role as daddy’s girl and shuddered when she heard him say,

“It’s your turn now. I’m going to take your panties off and make you cum baby girl.”

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