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Merhaba ben Fırat 21yasındayım anlatacagım hikaye gercekten dogrudur.Benim 4 ablam var.en kücük ablam benden 2 yas büyük.Ve ben oldum olası onunla sikismek istemisimdir.16 yasındayken daha yeni ergenlk cagına gelmistim ve ablamı cok istiyordum.Onunda en azgın yasıydı.Evimiz kücük oldugu icin ben ve ablam aynı odada yer yatagında yatardık.Yataklarımız yan yanaydı.O gece ablam yine her zamanki gibi daracık bi tayt giyinmisti ve benimkisi kalkmıstı o gece onu sabaha kadar sikmek istiyordum.Gece 11 gibi uyumaya basladık ama ben uyumadım sabaha karsı 3 gibi yavak yavas onun yatagına gittim .Bekledim biraz sonra kalcalarına sürtmeye basladım.ama kalbim küt küt atıyordu.Sonra ellerimle oksamaya basladım yavas-yavas kalbim duracak gibiydi.Dayanamıyordum onun ammını ellemek istiyordum..Elimi yavasca taytdan iceriye soktum ammına izmir escort kadar gittim ve durdum bi süre sonra parmagımı sokmaya basladım diger elimlede sikimi oksuyordum.ablamın bi ara ıhhh dedigini duydum belki uyumamıstı.Ben bi süre onun ammını oksadıktan sonra kalcalarını bana dogru itti ve eminim o sırada herseyin farkındaydı.Bende bundan cesaret alıp taytını asagıya indirdim ve sikimi üstünde sürttüm 5 dakika sonra ablamın ammından biseyler cıktıgını hissettim ..Sonra ablam taytını yukarıya cektyi .Ben elimi üstüne atıp gögüslerini oksamak istedim ama ellerime bi tokat attı.Bende sıtıomı dönüp 31 cektim.Bir daha böyle bisey yapmaya cesaret edemedim.Taki 1 ay öncesine kadar .Ablam evlenmistşi bi cocugu olmustu ve kocasının yanında silah yakalanmıstı kocası 7 aydır ceza evindeydi ve ablam 3 aydır bizde kalıyordu.1 ay izmir escort bayan önce yine aynı yatakta gece 2de ablamla muhabbet ediyorduk onun üstünde daracık bi badii ve altta sütyen giyinmemisti gösüs ucları belli oluyordu.Ben onu oracıkta sikmek istiyordum zaten artık bakirede degildi.Neyse sokbet ettik ben konuyu evirdim cevirdim sexs e getirdim .En son sevistigim kızı anlattım((ablamla aramazda 2 ays oldugu icin arkadas gibiydik))Ben anlatınca ablam ilk önceleri dinlemek işstemiyormus gibi yaptı ama sonra can kulagıyla dinliyordu.Bu arada benim alet kazık gibi olmustu ve ablamın gözü ikide bir oraya takılıyordu belliydi.Sonra ben sordum “”en son kocanla ne zaman beraber oldun diye”””ceza evine girmeden 3 gün önce “dedi.Peki canın hic istemiyormu dedim””istemezmi yanıyorum bazen “”dedi.Ben bundan cesaret aldım.”””İstersen escort izmir atesini söndüre bilirim ablacıgım””dedim.””ne demek oluyo bu””dedi .Ve ben o anda “”iste bu demek oluyo dedim ve dudaklarına yapıstım .Geriye dodru kacmaya calıstı ama ben saclarından tutup kendime cekince durdu ve hic hareket etmedi.Ben dudaklarını yalıyordum ama o da fazla dayanamadı ve bana karsılık verdi..Hemen elimi gösüslerine atıp oksadım.Sonra bi hamlede taytını cıkardım kilodunu yana cektin aletimi cıkarıp kuru kuru soktum..Ablam cıglık atacak gibi oldu agzına bi bez verdim onu ıssrıdı..Tanrım sanki ammında ates vardı yanıyordu..Benim kalbim yerinden cıkacak gibi oldu.Ama sonra ammı uslandı ve ben rahatca giriyordum.ablamda bana sarılmıstı kulagıma devam et kocacım canım kardesim diyordu 15 dakika boyunca ablamı catır catır siktim hayallerim gerceklesmıisti zevkin doruklarında ucuyordum..sopnra cıkardım ellerine bosaldım..O günden sonra haftada 3 kez ablamı sikiyorum cok mutluyum bir dahaki sefere ablamın götünü nasıl siktigimi anlatacagım.simdilik byee Gönderen: ferhatares

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Selam. ben mehmet. 23 yaşındayım . 182 cm boyunda ve 74 kilo ağırlığında bir gencim. istanbulda bekar yaşıyorum. fazla sözü uzatmadan konuya gireyim. yaklaşık 4 ay önce üniversite çıkışıda telim çaldı. arayan halamdı. bana neden kendilerini ziyaret etmediğimi soruyordu. bende halama şimdi size geliyoru diyerek kalbini almaya çalıştım ve doğruca onlara gittim. evleri dublex bir. halam ve eniştem torunları olan emine ile birlikte yaşıyorlar. emine 23 yaşında esmer dolgu kalçalı uzun boylu ve çok güzel bir kız. evi gelip kapıyı çalınca kapıyı emine açtı. ben her zaman emineyi düşünüp 31 çekerdim. ve o ğünde kapıyı açınca gözüme takılan ilk şey eminenin göğüsleri oldu. beyaz bir body giymiş ve altında sütyeni yoktu. memeleri olduğu gibi ortadaydı. altta ise mavi bir jeans vardı. emine beni sarılarak karşılayıp nerdesin vefasız dedi. sonra onla sarmaş dolaş içeriye geçtik. halamla biraz muhabbet ettikten sonra eniştem geldi ve bir yere gitmeleri gerektiğini benim evde oturmamı söyledi. bende memnuniyetle kabul ettim. çünkü eminenin memelerine ve götünebakabilecektim. onları uğurladıktan sonra emine odasına gidip televizyon izleyelim dedi. eminenin yukarısındaki odasına geçip tv izlemeye başladık . emine tam yanımda oturuyordu. konuşurken ara sıra elimi bacaklarına bahçelievler escort koyup muhteşem hatlarını hissediyordum. sonra emine benden musade alıp duş almaya gitti. ben içerde tv izliyordum. aniden emineyi banyoda izlemek geldi. hemen sessizce banyoya gidip anahttar deliğinden ona bakmaya başladım. inanılmazdı emine tüm güzelliğiyle karşımdaydı. muhteşem ve dik memeleri suyun etkisiyleparlarken tertemiz amı adeta bir elmas gibi parlıyordu. yakalanma korkusuna rağmen biraz sikimi okşadım ve emine suyu kapatır kapatmaz odaya geçtim. 15 dk sonr emine içeri geldi ve ben yokken ne yaptın bakalım dedi. bende hiç sadece tv izledim diyerek geçiştirdim. gelip yanıma oturdu ve sonra hadi biraz dans edelim tv de bişe yok zaen diyip güzel bir müzik açtı. emine yi kollarıma aldım. sarmaş dolaş dans etmeye başladık . eminenin memeleri bana değdikçe sikim kalkıyordu. bir elimde eminenin arasıra poposuna çarpıyor sonra elimi hemen çekiyordum. emine bana yaklaştıkça yaklaşıyordu . memeleri tamamen vücudumdayken bedenini bana sürtüyor memlerini daha iyi hissetmemi sağlıyordu. aniden daha ne duruyorsun banyoda beni gözlediğini farkettim deyince eminenin dudaklarına yapıştım. adeta dudaklarını emiyordum. hemen kanepeye oturup emineyi kucağıma türbanlı escort aldım. boynunu dudaklarını öperken ellerimlede memesini okşuyor ve eminenin amına bastırıyordum. daha fazla dayanamayıp eminenin beyaz olan body sini çıkardım. sutyen takmadığı için iri memeleri karşımdaydı. onları agzıma alıp emmeye başladım. dilim memesinin her hattına dokunuyor ve başına gelince somurup ısırıklar atıyordum .emine inlemeye başlamıştı zaten o da benim T_Shirt ümü çıkarıp eliyle vucudumu okşuyordu. aniden emine üstümden kalkıp önümde diz çöktü. kotumun üstünden sikimi okşamaya başladı sonrada kotumu çıkardı.sikimi görünce harika birşey bu içimde istiyrum bunu kuzen dedi. sonra ani bir hareketle sikimi ylmaya başladı . sikim bi görünüp bir kayboluyor ve be zevkten inliyordum. ona 69 yapalım deyince hiç vakit kaybetmeden kotunu çıkardı. muhteşem bir tanga vardı üzerinde. kırmızı renkli. ben yere uzandım oda tangasını çıkarıp amını ağzıma dayadı ve o sikimi yalarken ben de onun amını yalamaa başladım. emine zevkten uçuyordu. amı vıcık vıcık olmuş ve suratımı am suları kaplamıştı. emine ilk orgazmına ulaşmıştı. bense gelmek üzereydim. emineye inleyerek geliyorum deyince emine sikimidaha hızla yalamaya başladı. ve ben eminenin ağzına patladım. tüm dölüm tesettürlü escort eminenin ağzındaydı ve emine onları yutmuştu. Sonra emineyle düzeldik ve ben bir sigara yaktım emine ise uzanmış öylece beni izliyordu. sigaram bitince emine tekrar gelip sikimi yalamaya başladı ve sönmüş olan aletimi kaldırdı. sonra uzanıp üzeirne gelmemi istedi ben bacak arasındakini yerimi almıştım bile. emine kendi eliyle yarrağımı alıp amının üstünde sürtmeye başladı. İkimizde çok zevk alıyorduk. derken emine hadi sok diyince bende yavaş yavaş sikimi eminenin amına yerleştirdim. dar ve çok sıcaktı amı. emineye pompaladıkça emine çığlık atyor bende eminenin aşagı yukarı sallanan memelerini yalıyordum. birden emine üstüme gelmek istediğini söyledi . ben uzanmıştım. emine yarrağımı alıp amına hizaladıktan sonra yavaş yavaş oturup kalkmaya başladı. sikimin hepsini almakta zorlanıyordu. hareketleri hızlanmış bende aşşağıdan pompalamya başlamıştım. üstümde deli gibi zıplamaya başladı emine ve geliyorum kuzen sik beni sonuna kadar sok diyerek çığlık atıyordu. bende gelmek üzereydim.bir an onu üstümden itmek istedim ama o beni bir mengene gibi sarmış hayır içime kuzen, içime boşal nolur dedi. daha sonra ikimizde çığlık atarak boşaldık. emine bir müddet sikimi içinde tuttu.ter içindeydik. sonra üstümden inip yanıma uzandı ve kuzen aletini sanki bir vida gibi bana sokuşunu çok beğendim artık hep bana ilk böyle sok dedi. halamlar gelebilirdi. hemen üstümüzü giydik ve toparlanıp eski halimizi aldık. daha sonra ki günlerde emine ile sayısız sikişmelerimiz oldu ve hala devam ediyor.Gönderen: KaPTaaN

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Meraba, ben ankarada oturuorum ve üniversite birinci sınıfa geçtim…Yaşım 19… Bu demek olmuyor ki yengem o muhteşem , leziz ayakalrı ile beni çıldırtmıyor:) Ben senelerdir bayan çoraplarına olan aşkımı tengeminkilerle tatmin etmekteyim… Her fırsatta yengemin çorap çekmecesinden jartiyerini kaptığım gibi tuvalete koşarım ve şiddetle ayak kısımlarına boşalır ve boşalırken yengemi hayal ederdim. Birkaç kere yakalanma tehlikesi atlatmıştım ki; atlatamayacağım bir sefer olacağı aklımın ucundan bile geçmezdi…. Yengemler İznike taşınmışlardı bahçelievler escort ve bizde onları ziyaret için evlerine gitmiştik.. Babam ve amcam sabah erkenden işyerine gitmişlerdi. Annem anneannemi ziyarete gitmişti… Anlıyacağınız beklediğim fırsat gelmiş we yengemle evde yalnız kalmıştım. Yengem daha kalkmamıştı ve bende fırsattan istifade corap cekmecesine kostum… Daha soora banyoya girdim ve corabını giymeye başladım. Yengemin Geçen aksamki terli ayaklarında duran bu corabı kendi bacaklarımda hissetmek penisimi bir yanardağ türbanlı escort gibi alevlendirmişti… Kapıyı kitlemeyi unutmuşum yengem içeri daldı ve beni öyle görünce; demek sen calıodun benim coraplarımı dedi gülümseyerek… Cok sasırmıştım, büyük tepki verceeni düşünmüştüm… Yanıma yaklaştı ve dudaklarıma yapıştı. Dur bekle odama geçip hazırlanıyım sora devam edelim dedi…, Yaklaşık10 dakka aradan sonra beni çağırdı.. Aman Tanrım o da neydi üstünde beyaz bir gömlek siyah bir mini etek ve jartiyerleriyle karşımda duruyordu… o şahane tesettürlü escort kırmızı rujlu dudaklarıyla bir kez daha yapıştı dudaklarıma… Sikim taş kesilmişti ve patlıyacaktım… Beni tamamen soydu ve pembe bir külotlu çorap giydirdi. Çorabın üstünden sikimi yalamaya başladı we anında boşaldım… On dakka daha yiyiştikten soora ayaklarıyla sikime masaj yapdı we bir süre soora beni yine o şehvetle boşaltmıştı… Artık hacalarda ucuyordum… Yengemin yaklarını becermiştim… Soora çıkardı penisimi ve amına aldı… Sıcacıktı.. Amcam cok sanslıydı:)) İnanılmaz bir zevk bürümüştü beni ikimizde inliyorduk artık ve 2 dakika gecmeden beraber bosaldık… ve amcam gelene kadar deliler gibi öpüştük… Ankaraya dönerken bana o gün giydiği coraplarını verdi ve amcam yurtdışına gideceği zaman beni çağıracağını söyledi… Dört gözle bekliycem yengecim hastayım sana …..Gönderen: jasgin

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Ben su an 35 yasındayım bu olay ben 29 yasındayken olmustur.bır gun nısanlım baldızım ve kocası bıze geldık bır c.tesı aksamıydı sınema donusu napalım derken hadı bıze bı seyler ıcer muhabbet ederız dedım benım amacım onlar otururken odamda nısanlımın agzına vermek onlarda zaten evlıler ıster yaparlar ıster yapmazlar banane dıye dusundum.neyse ben odaya gelsene dedım nısanlıma anladı genemı gıbılerınden baktı geldı hıc konusmadan agzına soktum ama ınanamassınız aralıksız olarak 5 senedır agzına verdıgım ıcın artık tam bır kerhane karısı gıbı alıyodu.neyse 10 dkkada bosalttı her zamankı gıbı yuttu agzını yıkadı salona gecdı 1 dk snra bende gectım salaona benım salak oglu salak bacanagım uyumus baldızım bana olebır bakıs attıkı hanı gene kızın agzını dolldurmussun gıbılerındeen ..neyse oturduk bızde 5 dk snra bızım hatun kalkdı bıraz uzanıım dedı odaya gecdı ama oda okadar safkı hıc bı art nıyet yok gıttı..kaldık mı 2 mız evde uyanık sadece bız. dırek bana mutfaga gel dedı gecdık ben sadece sort tshırt hemen kapının agzın da bak bakalım yıllardır tam 4 yıldır senı dusunuyorum benı kocam sıkıyo anadolu yakası escort ben senı hayal edıyorum dedı.sortumun alt kenarından yaragımı cıkardı aldı agzına allahım nasıl emıyo annatamam suan 6 sene gectı ustunden tıtrıyorum yazarken 10 dk agzına aldı anlatılamaz yedı onu yuttu yarragımı dılledı yaladı emdı kocaman oldu sole bı dıbınden tuuttu baktı yarak bole olur dedı sıvazladı bı kafasını emdı hadı dedı yavasca egıldım ama okadar profesyonelce yapıyoruzkı bı tanesı kalksa 2 sn de hıc bı sey olmamıs gıbı mutfakdan 2 bardak ıcecekle cıkabılırız.etegını hafıfce sıyırdı donunu ındırmedenkenarından amını yalamamı ıstedı basladım yalamaya nasıl guzel bı am bu ancak bu kadar guzel kokar ben yalıyorum dayanamadı bı ayagını bıdonun uzerıne koydu amı daha bı ortaya cıktı hafıf kıllı muhtesem yaladım 3 dk falan ama ıkımızın de kalbı de nasıl atıyo hıssedıyorum ben öluyorum fılan.. bıraz daha yaladım tamam dedı bıraz ıcerde oturalım dedı yakalanıcaz dedı okı dedım salona gecdık ama ben kafayı yemıs durumdayım ıcerı baktım benım saftoloz nısanlım uyumus onun ataşehir escort salak kocası salonda horluyo.. bırbırımıze baktık herseyı goze alıp mutlaka sıkısmelıydık bır am ve bır yarak bırbırını ancak buı kadar ısterdı ama nasıl yapıcakdım dusundum … gel dedım herseyı goze almısdım ancak annemlerın yatak odası olabılırdı ama yan odada nısanlım uyumustu karsısında salonda da bacanak.odaya gecdık yataga yatırdım ayakları yerde etegını sıyırdım tekrar amını yalamaya basladım donunu cıkardı cantasına koydu.bende sortun kenarından yaragı cıkardım artık gozum kararmısdı sıze yemın ederımkı hayatımda bu kadar zevk aldıgım ve kortugum heyecanlandıgım bı olay olmadı ve de olmuycaktır kesınlıkle.. hemen 69 yapalım dedım en fazla 15 dk mız vardı kafamda dusundugum sure basladık bırbırımızı yalamaya allahım nasıl alıyor agzına yuttu tukurdu emdı benı bıtırdı ben amını yıyorum artık ısırıyorum kafayı yedım suratına bosaldım kendımı tutadım yarısını yuttu agzıma bosaldı oda benım buna emınım yedım hepsını yalamaya devam ettı tekrar sertlestım butun bunlar 4 veya 5 dkkalık olaylar avrupa yakası escort bu arada.. tekrar kalktım dondum hadı o muhtesem an geldı dedım kulagına ayaklarını ayak bıleklerınden tutup ayırdım allahım orda bı am vardı annayamassınız gormenız lazım benım kı okadar buyumuskı yavas yavas sokmaya basladım usulca hadı sok tamamını yakalanıcaz dedı SOKTUUM.allahım o nasıl bı sıcaklık anyamazsınız gıdıp gelmeye basladım bu arada o nasıl bosaalıyo hıssedıyorum ıcındeyken zevkın doruklarına cıkmıs durumdayım oda ölmus fılan durumda bı 5 dakıka gıdıp geldım gozlerım kapalı bosaldım gozumu actım bana bakıyodu guluyodu. ınanılmaz bı herfmıssın dedı aslında farklı veya degısık bı sey yapmamıstım ama 2 vucut bırbırınıı bu kadar cok ısterse bole olur dıyebıldım.. hafıfce cekıp cıkardım getır dedı bı daha bı 30 sn ye falan gozumun ıcıne bakarak yaladı.. kenarlarını yaladı temızledı hepsını yuttu ayaga kalkdık o banyoya gecdı ben sortumun kenarından yaragımı ıcerı sokup salano bacanagımın yanına gecdım. oturdum 2 dk snra oda geldı karsıma oturdu ne dusunuyosun dedı cok guzeldı demekden baska bı dıyemedım karsımda etegını sıyırdı buna ıyı bak bu ılk ve sondu dedı.. bı dahada hıc olmadı hakıkaten su an gorusmuyoruz ben nısanlımdan ayrıldım o baska bırısıyle evlendı baldızımın 6 yasında bı kızı var!!!!! suan hıc bırıyle gorusmuyorum olayda hala aklıma gelır 31 ceker yatarım ınanın bana …ıyı geceler….Gönderen: KAN

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It was the Thursday before Spring Break, and the dorm was mostly empty. Just a few hours earlier, the halls were filled with college students getting ready to leave for their week of binge drinking and uninhibited sexual encounters.

But I wasn’t so lucky.

It didn’t start out that way though. My best friend Tara and I had planned on driving a few hours south to Panama City, Florida and spend the week in her parent’s beach house. We had been friends since high school, and were even being lucky enough to get accepted into the same college and become roommates.

But that all changed when Tara and her boyfriend Steven got serious. A few weeks ago, Tara decided to move off campus and into an apartment with Steven, which I couldn’t blame her at all for doing. Our dorm was always busy, filled with students looking for a party or a one-night stand. If you weren’t in line for a shower by 8AM, it felt like you were waiting all day long.

Instead of spending the week at her parent’s beach house, Tara and Steven went to Pennsylvania to meet his parents. She told me that i could still drive down to the beach house for a relaxing weekend alone, but i really didn’t want to spend the week all by myself in an empty condo.

I elected instead to spend the week in my dorm room, catching up on TV shows and relaxing. I had spent most of the semester in the library studying overnight or in the gym trying to get a jog in on the treadmill. I took on an extra workload, trying to get as many credits out of the way as I could.

So it was Thursday night and I was in my pajamas watching a movie in bed. I had found some margarita mix in our mini fridge, and before long, I had a good buzz going. By my third drink, I could feel my pussy getting a little wet. This always happens when I drink margaritas!

It wasn’t long before I was scouring around the dorm trying to find a dildo that Tara had given me as a present when she moved out.

“It isn’t the real thing,” she said, “but it will get the job done.”

I eventually found it and quickly stripped out of the tank top and shorts I was wearing. I turned on my laptop and found a free website with video clips on it, offering all kinds of categories for those in need.

My favorite videos have always been lesbian clips, but on this night, I found a bunch of clips from a girl on her webcam. She was sitting at her desk in just a towel, flashing her viewers for tips. I was so infatuated by this that I completely forget about my dildo, instead, I sat there for hours watching these clips.

By the end of the night, i had found my way onto a cam website, watching several girls flashing their bodies for money. I sat there wondering if I could do it, but eventually came to the realization that I would be far too shy.

That was until i saw a banner on the website promising hundreds of dollars a week to new models. The ad said that registration was easy and you could be approved and online in only a few short hours. I finished up my margarita and clicked Register.

I knew it would be too late for me to do it tonight, besides, I was supposed to be catching güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri up on my rest this week. I woke up at 10AM and stumbled my way out of bed. By now, the dorms were completely deserted, there wasn’t even a sole in the showers. I spent time shaving my legs, and even shaved a landing strip above my pussy. Later in the afternoon, I stopped by a liquor store for more tequila and margarita mix. If I was going to do this, I knew I would need some liquid courage.

On the way back to my dorm, I pulled into a lingerie store. I hadn’t planned on doing so, it just seemed like my car had a mind of it’s own. I spent twenty minutes browsing through all kinds of sexy outfits before settling on a pink see-through teddy.

I settled back into my dorm, and immediately opened the bottle of tequila. My nerves were running wild, my hands were shaking like crazy, and I had butterflies in my stomach. Three shots of Patron later and I was feeling a little better, starting to get excited at the thought of hundreds of guys watching me. The next few hours consisted of me setting up my camera, trying to find perfect lighting, and a few more shots of tequila.

I opened up the bag from the lingerie store and pulled out my outfit. I wasn’t able to try it on at the store, there were too many people in the store and i got nervous. I opened the plastic wrapping and found a cute little see-through g-string included with the teddy. I stripped out of my clothes and into the panties, which allowed my landing strip to peek through oh so slightly. I slipped into the teddy and admired my outfit in front of my mirror.

It was 7PM and I finally logged onto the website. I had settled on having the laptop on a chair while I laid on the bed, figuring that was the best position. I began laying on my stomach with just a small peek of my ass. The room started out slow, but after 30 minutes or so, I had 98 people in my chat. It wasn’t long after that I had received my first tip from “ShyGuy25”.

The tip was for 100 tokens and he included a message asking if I could flash him my breasts. I was nervous. This was the first time I was going to bare my body for these guys. I sat up and could feel my heart racing. I reached up and slowly slid down one of the shoulder straps, and then the other. I put an arm in front of my nipples, just to give the guys a little bit more of a tease. ShyGuy25 tipped me another 25 tokens, and I knew it was time to be a brave girl. I lowered my arm and showed off my hard nipples. I could tell that my face was beet red!!

All of a sudden, there was a strange beeping noise coming from my laptop’s speaker. I didn’t know what it was and, to be honest, sort of freaked out trying to find it. I felt like such a klutz when I realized it was a private message from ShyGuy25.

“You are very beautiful” he said.

“Hehe thanks,” I replied, “I’m so nervous. This is my first time ever on this site”.

“I don’t believe you”

“I’m serious! I’ve never done anything like this before”

“Well,” he replied, “I would love to pop your private cherry”

“Hmmm, that sounds like fun.”

“When güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri will you be ready?”

I sat there and thought about it for a second. I went and took another shot of tequila. As I was walking back to my bed, I passed by my mirror. I stood there for a second, admiring my body.

“You can do this Casey,” I thought to myself, “you’re gorgeous”

I laid back down in bed, took a deep breath, “I’m ready now sweetheart.”

It felt like hours until the notification popped up onto my computer screen. I clicked accept and before long, there was in a private chatroom with ShyGuy25.

“I’m so nervous,” I admitted, “how does this work?”

“Well, I can turn my webcam on,” he suggested, “and then we can just let loose and have some fun?”

“OK, that sounds great”

I expected to see a 40-year old heavyset man in front of me. I imagined that he was probably home from work, his wife and kids away for the day. I figured that his wife hadn’t pleased him in months, so he was on here to find an online companion.

But this wasn’t so. Not by any means. Sitting in front of me was an early 20’s man, with dark hair and green eyes. He had a defined chin and a five o’clock shadow. He was sitting at his desk without his shirt on, only blue gym shorts on. He wasn’t overly ripped, but I could tell that he was an active person.

“Oh, you are cute,” I said, trying to play it cool, “I guess it’s time for me to get naughty.”

I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my dildo. It was bigger than any guy I had been with, and I wasn’t sure if i could actually take all of it. I sat it upright on the bed in front of me. I was on all fours, ready to start teasing ShyGuy25.

I started by running my tongue up and down the side of the shaft, keeping my eyes on the camera. When I reached the tip of the cock, I slowly ran my tongue all the way around it before taking the tip into my mouth. I gagged a little when I tried to take more of it into my mouth, laughing a little inside.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“Ha Ha, yes. It’s just a little bigger than I used to.”

I sat up and spit onto the cock, getting it nice and lubed. I began to slowly stroke the dildo while making eye contact with the camera. I peeked down and saw that the bulge in ShyGuy25’s shorts was growing. I knew I was getting to him. I got back down onto all fours and put the cock into my mouth. This time, I was able to put most of the eight inches deep into my throat. I had never been able to deep throat a cock before, but my nerves were taking over at this point. I started to let out soft moans while taking more and more of my dildo into my mouth. I looked up and saw ShyGuy25 start to rub his shorts. I knew by now that his cock was craving to be freed. I reached behind me and slowly unhooked the clasp to my teddy. I slowly slid the straps down my shoulders, all this while still deep throating my dildo.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him start to slowly remove his shorts. His cock was just as big as my toy, if not bigger. He was at full mast now, his cock craving güvenilir bahis şirketleri some much needed attention. I started to stroke my dildo while penetrating my mouth, this time with much more force. I watched as he started to play with his cock. He started out by just lightly rubbing against it, and then finally grasping his cock and slowly starting to stroke it. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted his cock deep inside of me.

I turned around, still on all fours, and put my ass right in front of the camera. I knew that my g-string wasn’t covering much, but I didn’t care. Watching him stroke his cock while watching me was such a turn on. I didn’t have to put my hand in my panties to know that my pussy was wet, but I did anyways. I started out by grazing my sensitive clit, the panties blocking the view. I moved my hand even further down and slowly inserted a finger into my pussy. This was the most wet that I had ever been. I reached behind me and slid the panties to one side, baring all of my body for him to see. Looking back, I saw the head of his cock was covered in precum. He was turned on just as much as I was.

“Oh baby,” I said, “Are you ready to watch me get fucked?”

“Fuck yes I am”

I slid my panties down my waist, past my knees, and then completely off. I was completely nude for him now. I straddled my dildo and took a deep breath. I slowly lowered onto it. I thought that it would hurt when it first penetrated me, but it didn’t. It slid right in pussy. I bounced up and down the shaft, slowly at first and then picking up the pace. I started to moan louder now, fantasizing about him fucking me. My moans started to get louder as I fucked the dildo harder. I bent forward for him and spread my cheeks apart, showing him my tight little asshole. I raised a hand, looked back at the camera, and smacked my ass as hard as I could. I loved to be spanked.

“I love your ass baby,” he said, “Can you put a finger inside of it?”

I looked back at him and smiled, “I love fingers in my ass babe. Of course I will.”

I had never had so much as a finger in my ass before, but I didn’t want to tell him that. I raised my ass up into the air while laying my head and shoulders flat along my bed. I had one hand in between my legs holding my dildo, which was still deep inside of my wet pussy. I inserted a finger into my mouth and covered it with saliva. It went in easier than I thought it would, but I still grimaced as my finger went deep into my ass.

He was stroking his cock much faster now while arching his back, he was going to cum. I was fucking my dildo harder and faster than I had ever been fucked before. I could feel the wave coming over me, I was going to cum too.

“I’m about to cum baby,” I confessed, “I want your cum all over my ass.”

I heard him start to moan, and knew this his cock was about to blow.

“Yeah baby, cum for me,” I encouraged him.

I let out a loud moan as I felt the rush overcome me. I was cumming all over my dildo. My knees weakened and I fell forward, collapsing onto my stomach. I took a few seconds to collect myself and looked back at the computer screen. He had came as well, his chest covered in his creamy juices.

“That was amazing,” I said.

“I totally agree,” he said, “I may need a few minutes though.”

“A few minutes?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, “Until round two.”

“Well,” I said smiling, “I’m ready when you are.”

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After months and months of begging, pleading and threatening, my mom finally gave in and let me drive to college by myself. Being a single-parent and having only one 20-yr old car meant that she couldn’t risk me damaging it or worse, totaling it. I used to work at a local gas station during the day and attended a local community college in the evening. Between our two meager incomes, we got by.

It was my first semester at the college and I was very excited to be among my peers and in an environment of learning. Having the independence and the mobility also gave me a lot of confidence. However, confidence can easily slip into overconfidence. I realized this when I was returning from college one night. Having worked all day and then attending classes till late night made me tired and the pouring rain didn’t help either. As I made a turn into my neighborhood, I didn’t slow down quite enough and my over-correction caused the tires to skid and come to a stop before grazing past a parked car.

I immediately got off the car to see the damage on both cars especially the parked one. There was a dent on the rear door of the other car and barely a scratch on my sturdy old car. I looked around to see if anyone saw the incident. At this hour of the night and in such pouring rain, there was not a soul on the street. I wanted to drive away but, I saw the light in the window turn on. I could still make it but the fear that if the person got out and noted my license plate number, I would be in bigger trouble. I decided to stay and confess and of course beg and plead for mercy. The damage to the car wasn’t much but then if the incident ever came to mom’s notice through the insurance company, I would lose the car forever.

The car belonged to Jenna Robinson. An uptight lady in the neighborhood who nobody talked to and she didn’t talk to anyone. The gossip around the neighborhood was that her husband had left her. Not divorced, not separated, but just left. Apparently, the mild-mannered guy couldn’t take it any longer and one day he just got up and left leaving a note that simply read “I can’t take it anymore.”

I walked over to the house and rang the bell. A few moments later, a woman in her night robe opened the door. She was in her 40s. She had a straight nose, clear blue eyes and full pink lips. She had a curvy figure and an air of authority about her. I hadn’t paid attention earlier, canlı bahis but Mrs. Robinson was indeed beautiful. I was appreciating how tall she was when she almost caught me staring at her bosom.

“Hello, mam.” I am Zack. “I… couldn’t see clearly in the rain and as I was making a turn …” she didn’t let me finish and said, “I heard the loud bang.”

“There is a minor dent…almost a scratch” I said, stressing the word “minor” as much as I could and the word dent as little.

“Let’s take a look” she said grabbing an umbrella and started walking towards the car.

I followed behind her.

She looked at the dent and then looked at me.

“Do you have your license and insurance card on you?” she enquired and started walking back towards the door.

“Yes … yes I do. But you see mam. I am in a bit of a sticky situation.”

She turned around and gave me another angry look. She continued walking. Once inside the house, she disappeared only to return with a piece of paper and a notebook.

“This is my information and you can write down yours here.”

“That’s what I was about to explain mam. While I am totally willing to pay for all the damage, I was wondering if you could not take it up with the insurance. You see, if my mom comes to know…” I stopped half-way through the sentence and looked in the direction that she was looking. My totally drenched clothes had made a puddle of water where I was standing. She looked me again and stormed into what appeared to be a bathroom.

“Move” she barked as she appeared with a rug.

I obeyed. She threw the rug over the puddle. I looked down, scared that as drenched as my clothes were, I might get yelled at again. She shook her head in frustration and threw a towel at me. Not knowing quite what to do with the towel, I started wiping my hands and face.

She charged at me, snatched the towel from my hand, put it over my head and started drying them. As she was rubbing I noticed her ample breasts moving vigorously. The fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra was evident when I noticed her nipples poking through the thin night gown. I started getting hard. The dripping water from my clothes continued to bother me.

She put the towel on the sofa and yelled, “Lift your arms up.” She pulled my wet T-shirt up gently as if enjoying and savoring the act. She didn’t remove the t-shirt in one swoop. She bahis siteleri would lift it a little at a time and then run her hands up my body and then lift the t-shirt some more. Her hands on my back and my chest gave me a hardon immediately. She noticed the bulge in my jeans. She threw the t-shirt on the rug. I flexed my abs a little to seduce her which caused my jeans to move down a tad. She grabbed my waist belt and pulled me closer. Her deliciously long fingers went up to my pubes since my pants were hanging a little low. My hard cock pushed against my jeans, pleading to be set free.

She kneeled, with her face inches away from my cock, her arms went around my butt. After giving my butt a tight squeeze, she grabbed on the waist belt from behind and gave my pants a strong tug. Her nails dug into my buttocks. After a few tugs my jeans were around my ankles. She grabbed the towel and started drying my cock and balls. She wrapped the towel around my cock and started drying it as if she were giving me a hand job.

I couldn’t take it any longer, I put my hand behind her head and forced my cock in her face. She looked up angrily and slapped my ass. This time I held her hair with one hand and my cock with the other and thrust it again in her mouth. She finally opened her mouth while continuing to slap my ass. Her both hands were grabbing on to my butt while she took the entire length of my cock in. she was hungry. She sucked it with great skill. Her wet mouth engulfed the tip of my cock and her tongue swirled around it. She then grabbed my balls with one hand and began squeezing them while going up and down my shaft. She would take me all the way to orgasm and then slow down. She wouldn’t let me finish though. I knew what she was up to. I pulled my cock out to come all over her beautiful face. However, as soon as I started stroking my cock she slapped my hand. There I was, standing naked with a hard, throbbing cock and a pre-orgasmic face. She got up held my cock in her hand and pulled me closer to her and we kissed. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was expert at giving pleasure.

I proceeded to remove her gown, she slapped my hand. I tried again, she slapped me across my face. She kissed me again and pretty much ate my lower lip. I desperately wanted to hug her and feel her boobs. She pushed me on the sofa, delicately lifted her gown and sat on me. Without lifting her gown too much bahis şirketleri she put a hand underneath and directed my shaft to the entrance of her lovely pussy which by now was dripping wet. She let the cock go all the way in. The satisfaction on her face said a thousand words. Obviously, it had been a while since she had had sex. Her fabulous hips moved gently. Her muscles were grabbing on to my cock tightly. As she grinded away it was a little painful. When I expressed a little pain through my moan, I got another hard slap, but she eased a little on her grip. Her hands rested on my chest. She started grinding slowly at first and picked up speed.

Her initial “mmmm … mmmm” turned to loud “aaahhhh…aaahhhhhh.” I joined saying, “fuck me, fuck me harder.” I slapped her butt and squeezed. She gave me a stern look, but I was determined to dominate even if it meant another slap. In one smooth move I pulled her closer to me and turned to one side. Now I was on top. I removed my cock from inside. Her eyes widened. I ripped her gown open, exposing her beautiful breasts. She had small pink nipples which I pounced upon and started sucking madly. She tried to grab my cock so that she could insert it again. I pulled away, teasing her. I took both her hands and held them above her head, lifted her right leg and placed it over my shoulder. I started to rub my cock on her wet clit.

“Aaahhhhh…aaaahhhh. Please fuck me. Please put it in.” she begged.

I did not relent. I started rubbing it even more vigorously. As she was about to come, I let go. I kissed her on her lips and proceeded to kiss down all the way to her belly and her hairless pussy. I flicked my tongue on her throbbing clit. Her pussy was dripping. She smelled delicious. I inserted one finger in her pussy and started finger fucking her while licking her clit. Her hips started moving, matching the rhythm of my tongue. Every time I raised my head up, she would lift her hips.

“Please fuck me, please, please. I can’t take it any longer. Please.” She continued to beg.

I put both her legs over my shoulders and inserted my cock gently into her pussy. Every time I gave a her a thrust, I followed it with a slow grind. I picked up the rhythm and she continued to say, “yesss … yess…yes…yes..” We had both reached the peak of pleasure and came together. As we orgasmed, she pulled me closer, hugged me tight, and wrapped her legs around by hips. I collapsed into her arms and began kissing her.

I am not sure when I fell asleep but when I woke up, it was early morning. “come, have some breakfast. You must be hungry.” She said with a wink.

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*Coast Guard ships are called “cutters”

The difference between a fairy tale and a sea story is

a fairy tale begins, “Once upon a time…,” while a sea story begins, “This is no shit…”

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I was a young hotshot petty officer, 22, when I reported for duty at what was in 1963 the Coast Guard Recruit Training Center on Government Island in the estuary between Alameda and Oakland, California.

I learned to my initial dismay, notwithstanding my exalted status as a journalist, second class petty officer, one of my duties would be conducting tours of both the base and any available one of the three large cutters (large in CG terms; Taney of 327′ and Dexter and Gresham each of 311′) based at Government Island. But as a horny young guy I soon changed my attitude. I came to relish these tours. This is the story of how that change occurred.

Many, the great majority of these base or cutter tours, or both were for youth groups, Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Cub Scouts, church youth groups, school students, and etc. Invariably they were accompanied and overseen by young matrons whose children were members of the groups. The vehicle of my attitude change did not have wheels but rather it, more properly, she had legs. Her name was Ramona Artfelder,

One Saturday morning on schedule for 0930 hours, Ramona and four other women arrived in a church bus with 17 “Webelos” (older cub scouts) in tow for a cutter tour. I met them and would be with them through the tour.

Only CGC Taney was in port. I had extracted a begrudging agreement from the Captain, Ezra “Goddamn” Hazard, a very salty mustang WWII veteran of North Atlantic convoys. He was ex-enlisted up through the ranks from the deck gang to command of his own ship. Captain Hazard would suffer his ship to be boarded by this bunch of goddamned civilian women and children. It being clearly understood that I, the fucking PIO guy, would be responsible for them while aboard and goddamned sure not let any of them out of my sight. And they were not to interfere with goddamned ship’s business, understood? Anything happened it would be my goddamned ass, understood? Oh, and another thing, you conduct the goddamned tour and don’t be trying to shove it off on any of his goddamned crew, understood?

I thought, goddamned right. But I said, “Aye-Aye sir.”

There are a few things to understand as this “sea story” continues. Stairways on naval, including Coast Guard ships are properly called ladders. Whether vertical or inclined any non-moving shipboard construction meant to allow human passage from one level to another is a ladder. That is ship’s nomenclature taught in boot camp, as fundamental to Coast Guard culture as learning an altar boy’s Latin responses once was to Roman Catholic ritual. Moreover to call a ladder a stairway in the fleet was to incur ridicule from and the contempt of real sailors. On Taney there were numerous inclined ladders. Because space is critical on a warship, such ladders are quite steep, much more so than conventional stairways ashore. Using them requires both physical and mental adjustment by landlubbers.

Also, in 1963 the cultural revolution of that decade was not yet (although to be before the year was ou) born of the national trauma, anger and loss of innocence precipitated by the violent death of President Kennedy. Americans lived in the myths of Norman Rockwell’s Saturday Evening Post covers and gift cartons of Camel cigarettes sent weekly with grateful thanks to the residents of this or that VA hospital. Hair down to here or down to there could get a male roughly arrested as a sexual deviant. Women still wore nylons and garter belts, full cut undies, pointy tit bras, foundation garments and dresses, high heeled shoes, matching purse, hats and gloves to go shopping in the city; downtown in the city, where seedy characters dared not venture lest they be caught in the glare and under the truncheon of Officer O’Toole.

Many ladies were used to looking their best when they ventured further than the end of the driveway in the early morning to fetch the paper. Few ladies had any notion of what a ship tour involved. So many of them put on day dresses or sun dresses but left at home their foundation garments, hats and gloves. They did wear panties, hose and garter belts; after all they were not going to abandon all propriety. In one concession to safety, in the advance packets I did tell them it would be best to wear flats rather than high heels. But I did not mention that slacks might be preferable for the ship tour. At first out of my naïveté in a then virtually all male service, I simply didn’t think to mention it. But when it became quite apparent to me that slacks were in order for the sake of matronly modesty, my horny element won out and I deliberately wrote or said nothing more about appropriate attire.

Part of my paraphernalia for conducting these tours was a 35mm Yashica with which I photographed the members of a tour in a group shot with the ship just toured bahis firmaları behind them and a dozen candid shots during the tour, making an effort to include each person in at least one of these shots. Later I put together an album of the tour sent with the complements of the Coast Guard.

I also took upskirt pictures for my personal diversion. Okay so I used them as masturbation enhancers. This was risky business but when my common sense said, not a good idea, my libido and my gonads said, fuck common sense. I took the pictures. Surreptitious upskirt photography was not taught in the journalist basic school I attended. So I had to learn through OJT. My technique is not worth describing as it is irrelevant to today’s technology. Ramona Artfelder was about to show me an exhibitionist’s response to an upskirt voyeur.

Ramona

Ramona was a woman built for comfort not for speed. She had not an obese, but a fulsome rather than lithe body; a pretty but not stunningly beautiful face, full breasts and a pronounced broad ass underpinned by two shapely legs. She was 37 at the time of this story, about 5’4″ and carried probably an additional pound a year for each of the twenty years since graduating high school, some of it carried in a pillow tummy that I liked. She had dark blonde hair and striking green eyes. She wore a pale blue sundress with narrow straps and a lace edged square cut bodice that offered a view of tanned cleavage and inviting crescents of breast that could be glimpsed from time to time. When she walked her hips swayed from side to side.

She was the group leader. I introduced myself as Petty Officer K and she slid her hand into mine in greeting. That simple but seductive grasp made my dick twitch. Still holding my hand and looking directly into my eyes she said softly how handsome I was in my sailor’s white uniform. When she finally slipped her warm soft hand from mine, I passed my sweaty palm down my trousers leg, cleared my throat. Pants bulging, I explained the tour plan. She smiled before she turned to the group and explained almost word for word what I had just told her.

I managed to recover some emotional equilibrium and led them to the ship. The officer of the deck or OOD gave permission to come aboard. When all were on deck the group gathered and I explained we would first go to the ship’s bridge pointing out where it is and the route we would take. I set out initially in the lead and Ramona trailed behind coming last to make sure no one became separated from the group.

Despite Captain Hazard’s colorful admonition not to involve his crew it turned out the executive officer had instructed the OOD to have a seaman yeoman from the ship’s office assist me. So I sent him ahead to assist members of the group as they reached the top of the ladder at the 01 deck. I remained behind at the base of the ladder on the main deck. When Ramona was halfway up the ladder I had a cock-swelling view up her dress all the way to her panty covered ass and crotch. I drank in the purloined sight of her most private anatomy. It was just as she put one foot on the next higher step thereby enhancing an already mesmerizing sight. The Yashica clicked and Ramona paused in her ascent for an ever so fleeting moment and continued. A general alarm went off in my head. Had she heard the click of the camera? Did she ken what she heard? If so did she further intuit the focus of the camera?

We visited the bridge and I explained the features for steering, speed, navigation and communications. The tour continued until, as we were about to move on forward to the 5″ gun mount, Ramona paused next to me and said, soto-voce, she needed the “ladies room.”

I responded quietly, “Ma’am this ship doesn’t have any ladies room. The crew is all male.”

“Oh shoot,” Ramona said, “I have to pee or I am going to wet my panties. Can’t you do something?”

“Okay. Look, I will take you to a head, I mean a toilet, and stand outside to make sure nobody comes in while you go. .

So I escorted her to chief petty officer country, an area for senior enlisted men, and after checking waited by the entrance while she used a stall. I could hear the rustle of her clothing as she lifted her dress and pulled her panties down. Then I heard her pee and she sighed.

“Ahhh, oh yes. I couldn’t have held that in for another minute. Thank you petting officer K.”

“Ma’am that’s petty officer,” I said, smiling to myself.

“Oh my, I thought you said ‘petting officer.’ I did think it strange and a bit forward of you to call yourself a ‘petting officer.'”

“Petty officer is correct ma’am. It’s from the French for a small or minor officer, same as NCO’s or non-commissioned officers like corporals and sergeants in the Army.”

“You are a minor then?”

“Ma’am now I think you’re joking with me aren’t you?”

Ramona just smiled at me as she came out snapping her purse closed and adjusting her dress. “I am so relieved,” she said. “I peed before we left San Leandro kaçak iddaa this morning but something just ‘clicked’ and I suddenly had to go. ”

It aroused me that a grown woman would speak so candidly, giving a sort of oral journal of her most personal activity. Her allusion to the sound of the camera’s shutter was not lost on me. I searched her face for some telltale that would either dispel or justify my anxiety. But her steady gaze and small smile did not waver.

She put her hand on my sleeve and said, “I hope I haven’t embarrassed you, have I?” She lowered her chin and looked up at me.

“N…no ma’am, I said as my face flushed. I could feel it happening and at the same time my cock began to swell. “Um, this way ma’am,” I said pointing and she smiled again and walked away with a pronounced swing of her prominent ass from side to side. I hoped my swelling cock would subside so the bulge in my trousers diminished before we rejoined the group.

We finished the tour making our way aft once more on the 01 deck. I went down to the main deck ahead of the group and stood by as they descended the ladder, some facing forward but some turning and descending backwards uncomfortable with the steep angle. Ramona descended last.

“Don’t let me fall,” she called to me.

No ma’am, I’ll wait right here and catch you if you miss your step. If you come down facing away from the ladder and use two hands to hold the rails you should be fine.”

She stood at the top of the ladder as I looked up at her. Once more I had an untrammeled view up her skirt. Her panties were gone. I know my eyes must have bulged out as I took in the sight of her plump bare pussy. Without thinking I heard the camera click whirr, click whirr before I regained my senses.

Then, as though it suddenly came to her that she was putting on a voyeur’s fantasy show, she held one rail but let go with the other hand and pressed her dress down obscuring the premier view of her nude epicenter. But when she stepped onto the deck and walked past me I felt or thought I felt, a feathery brush of fingers across my trousers in way of my cock.

When the tour ended Ramona approached me and asked when the pictures would be ready.

“I’m so anxious to see all of the pictures you took. You will call me?”

“Yes ma’am I’ll call you as soon as they’re ready.”

“You give a very interesting tour,” she said. “I so enjoy meeting new people and having new experiences. Don’t you sir?”

“I surely do,” I answered.

“I thought so,” she said and smiled again.

By Wednesday I had finished developing the film and preparing prints. I did my own darkroom work when I was sure no one else would be barging in on me. As the images of my upskirt pictures of Ramona came into view my pulse quickened. Upskirt photography is so hit or miss. Too often the images are blurry from hand movement or focus. Or they are underexposed and there is nothing but dark shadow revealing nothing. Or the camera angle is bad and one has nothing but some uncertain expanse of flesh, or the subject’s thighs are touching damn near from knees to groin.

These upskirt pictures of Ramona were fantastic, almost as if they had been professionals, both the model, ostensibly in a candid pose, and the photographer, the shots implying not posed carefully but rather quickly and surreptitiously snatched. But there was Ramona’s pussy in two panty shots, one of them superb. Her panties snugly defined her pudenda, even showing the crease where her outer lips kissed together. They were translucent panties so I could well see her thatch of pubic hair. There was a little dark smudge that Ramona would confirm was moisture seeping into her panties. The picture was hot and could have served well to stimulate me in much masturbation.

But the bare pussy shots, only one of which turned out decent, almost made me cum immediately as I looked at it. Not only was it in sharp, crisp focus but it revealed that her sex was plainly aroused. There was an opening between her full outer lips and below the apex of her pussy a very excited and engorged clit peeked out ever so subtly. Moisture glistened in the tightly cropped print I made of that gorgeous sex organ. I took off my bell bottoms and my drawers and masturbated to a quick but intense orgasm there in the locked darkroom gazing at Ramona’s so eager looking pussy.

Normally I would just mail the package. But Ramona had insisted that I call and I was not about to object.

“I’ve been waiting for you to call. I was beginning to think I would have to call someone like a commanding officer or something to find out what happened. I am so anxious to see all the pictures you took.”

Oh shit, I thought. This woman could put me in the brig if she started making allegations about my behavior. I quickly asked her to hold for a moment. I needed to calm down before I spoke to her again. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, squared my shoulders and came back on the line.

“Well kaçak bahis ma’am there’d be no need to do that, to call the command. I have some good pictures of your group and I will get them out to you today by mail. That’s a promise.”

She did not answer for several beats. Then she spoke rather forcefully.

“Look smart ass, I know you took pictures up my dress. Those are the pictures I want to see. Do you understand? I want you to bring them to me tomorrow at…” whereupon she recited the address in San Leandro. “Bring the negatives too; all of the pictures and all of the negatives.”

She did not need to say or else. That message had already been communicated. Suddenly I was not so hot shot. I felt like a fly might have felt; clever right up to the moment it found itself about to receive,” el beso de la mujer araña”. But as worried as she made me, I was also thrilled by the provocative context of the whole episode so far.

I made up a bullshit story for my boss, the old chief who could care less anyway; said I needed to go to San Leandro High (was there such a school?) to discuss an appearance of the recruit battalion band, color guard and marching unit, at their homecoming parade.

So away I went in government vehicle no less, but stopped at the YMCA to change into civvies because in those days, only chief petty officers among enlisted men, could come and go in civilian clothes.

The residence in San Leandro looked like a small palace to my provincial view, coming from a small town on the Canadian border in Northern Michigan. I squared my shoulders, grabbed my envelope of pictures, all the pictures, and marched up to the front door. When I pressed the doorbell button, stentorian chimes echoed inside.

Ramona did not answer the door. One of the other women I remembered from the group stood before me.

“Yes, may I help you” she asked. I realized she did not recognize me in civvies.

“I’m Petty Officer K from the Coast Guard. You toured the Cutter Taney last weekend. I took your group through the ship. Ramona, sorry I don’t know her last name. Ramona said I should come to this address with the tour pictures.”

A light bulb went on for her. “Oh gosh I didn’t recognize you out of your sailor suit. Come in, Ramona is here. We’re just having a glass of vino. But I’ve got to run. Ramona will be so pleased you did come.”

As she said this we entered the large living room and Ramona was sitting on the couch smiling at us. She looked so fetching and sexy in a white blouse and tan culottes. Her blouse was sheer and I could see her bra. The culottes hung in a way that sitting with her legs crossed I could see a generous expanse of thigh.

“Petting officer K,” she said giggling. “It’s so good of you to come all this way just for me,” with a smile and a Carol Channing blink, blink.

Her friend interjected before I could say anything, “Okay. I’m off. You two have fun. Ramona darling you’ve got to finish with him and be out by four, don’t forget.”

She gave us both a quick peck on the cheek and in short order she was out the driveway and gone in a big yellow Caddy.

Ramona stood and came over close to me and said, “Would you like a sip of my wine sailor?” I could smell her winey breath and woman smells of perfume, sweat and other moisture. I could feel the warmth radiating from her body. I could feel my cock stirring. I played it cool.

“Wha, um, er, ah well gee okay.” Well, I was not that cool.

Ramona pulled the wine flute away when I tried to take it.

“I want to put it to your lips.” Which she did and gave me a far from satisfactory sip.

“More, sweetie?” she asked. Once again she tipped the flute at my lips but continued to tip faster than I could quaff it down. That which got away from me dribbled down off my chin onto my shirt and Ramona laughed.

“Oh my, look at your shirt (giggle). Better take it off and let me get the wine out of it or it will be ruined. So you’re not used to having women pour wine down your throat.”

I peeled off my shirt and my undershirt, also stained, thinking as I did so, crap, I had been with her for all of five minutes and she had already not merely taken control, but made me look like a clumsy oaf as well.

Fortunately none of the wine spilled on the pictures which I’d put on the coffee table just moments before Ramona poured wine down my front.

“I know your first and second names are not petting and officer,” she said as she took my shirt and undershirt.

“Uh, Kenneth, but most everybody calls me Ken.”

“Call me Mona, Ken.”

“Nice chest Ken,” she said then her hand was on my bare flesh. It was warm, soft and wonderfully sensuous. I took a deep breath and she smiled confidently. I was obviously erect when she looked at the prominent bulge in my jeans.

“Hold that thought,” she said, “we will come back to it. Bring the pictures and come with me.”

We went to the laundry room. There she took of her blouse while she rinsed the wine stain out of my shirt.

“Don’t want to get my nice blouse splashed. You don’t mind do you Kenneth? I know you’ve seen a woman just in her bra,” Mona said, “A horny young stud like you.”

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It is a hot summer day as we ride toward the city where the rally is held . We are almost there we left home at 4:00 am this morning and it is now nearly 10. I am excited and a little nervous. I have been cyber fucking this hot lady named Tanya for many months now and she is going to meet me at the Rally.

My wife Jane is very straight and sometimes a prude. She would probably divorce me if she knew about my cyber sex, but I think I could talk her out of it because after all she does shake her tits at guys from time to time and to me that is the same thing. I have been very faithful to her except the cyber sex.

It is 10:00 am as we ride into the grounds where the rally is held every year. We register and go find a suitable campsite and I make an excuse to leave my wife and meet Tanya at 1:00 pm

I go to the showers which is a cattle wash used for people during rallies. The men’s shower has a huge crack that the people walking by can see us shower and I like this as I am an exhibitionist anyways.

My cell phone rings and I step aside as to not get my phone wet and it is Tanya. I tell her where the showers are and that I am almost done, she tells me to not stop until she gets there. “How will I know it is you as we have never met?” Tanya replied I will stand there smile at you and blow you a kiss.’

It is not long when this very pretty lady is standing there watching me shower and she blows me a kiss and my dick starts getting hard and she starts laughing.

I get dressed güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri and walk outside the shower in the huge barn where many vendors are selling everything from sunglasses to motorcycle parts and accessories.

I say,” you must be Tanya.” she smiles and kisses me on the mouth as she answers, Yes, I am lover.”

We talk a little and I explain that Jane may not open up but she may so we need to play it by ear and find a way for Tanya to approach us.

I tell Tanya where we are camped and she has not set up her tent yet and drives her car to where we are and the spot beside us is not yet taken, so Tanya begins to set up her tent right beside ours.

I pretend I do not know this woman but am staring at her as she hammers the stakes in the ground and Jane and I go over to help. We all engage in small talk and Jane and Tanya seem to be hitting it off and signs of friendship start appearing.

Mid afternoon we are all settled in and tents set up and we are already enjoying the people showing their tits and men showing dicks. To my surprise. Jane pulls up her blouse and shows her tits in public for the first time as Tanya follows her lead. They smile and wink at each other in harmless flirtation and then they both face me and lift their blouses and shake their tits at me.

Jane and I straddle our bikes and Jane asks Tanya if she wants to ride with me and Tanya straddles my Harley and puts her hands on my waist as the three of us ride around güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the drag strip. Jane is busy operating her bike and cannot show tits except when she stops a minute to flash guys.

Tanya does not have that problem as she is my passenger. I noticed that Tanya gets tired of raising her shirt so she just takes it off and playfully wraps it around my neck.

Jane stops when she sees this and I am worried but relieved when Jane takes off her shirt and rides topless with her firm 38 DD tits showing for all to see.

Around 6:00 pm we all get hungry and the women put on their tops and we go get something to eat and sit and talk.

After eating we catch some shows and walk around looking at vendors and spending money. After dark we find ourselves sitting on the bikes by our tents at the drag strip and Jane and Tanya have nothing on but G strings and getting a lot of beads and flirting with a lot of guys. I notice Tanya lightly touches Jane on the right tit and Jane grabs her hand and keeps it on her breast and says, Don’t stop there” as she move Tanya’s hand to her crotch.

“Maybe y’all should get a room,” I joke but to my surprise Jane says, ” Who needs a room when we have tents.”

The three of us head for our tent and Tanya says she wants to fuck both of us and to my surprise again Jane says, “you better, I want to taste that pussy of yours.”

We get undressed quickly and Jane gets on her knees and starts sucking my already güvenilir bahis şirketleri hard dick and I can’t last long and I warn her I am about to cum as she sucks harder and faster and I moan as I shoot load after load of hot cum in her sweet mouth and for the first time she swallows. She usually spits. However she can’t hold it all and some of my cum oozes out her mouth. Tanya is kissing me passionately as my wife sucks the cum right out of me.

I suck Tanya’s left tit as Jane finishes me and brings her cum soaked mouth to mine and kisses me and I find myself licking my cum off her mouth.

I collapse beside these two hot ladies and they go at each other and Jane starts eating Tanya’s pussy as Tanya moans and bucks as Jane sticks her hot tongue inside her hot pussy.

Tanya tells Jane to get on top of her and let me fuck both of them at the same time. I walk over and let Tanya suck me hard as Jane gets on top and the two Ladies rub their pussies together. When hard I get on top of the two ladies and slide my hot hard dick deep inside Jane and fuck her like I have never fucked her before. I then switch to Tanya as the two ladies kiss and fondle each other as I fuck them both.

Tanya screams she is about to cum and I feel her pussy tighten on my hard shaft and can tell she has a very strong orgasm.

When done I fuck Jane and about 30 seconds she has her first orgasm while my dick is inside her. Up to now I have had to suck her off because she has never been able to have an orgasm with me inside her.

I hold off cumming this time and when Jane is done I lay the women beside each other and jack off on both their titties. I start cumming on Tanya and Jane starts rubbing my cum all over Tanya and we end the first day the three of us in each others arms and fall asleep exhausted.

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Victoria Busch had lived in the aging farmhouse on Neversink Road all her adult life, and even though it was a large place that seemed larger after the passing of her husband a few years back she was determined to stay for as long as she could. The house closest to hers had been empty for quite a while but a couple months ago a single gentleman by the name of William Greene moved in.

Victoria was happy to see the house being moved into, especially since it wasn’t a big family with screaming kids running amok, and Victoria took a chance and made some cookies, walking through the yards to the man’s back door as sort of a welcome wagon. The 59 year old widow was nervous about what the man’s reaction would be but to her delight not only was Mr. Greene receptive to her visit, he began to pay visits to her whenever he saw Victoria outside.

Victoria thought Mr. Greene was much younger than she was but in fact was 61, a very well preserved 61 the widow noted, his tall and lean body seeming quite fit and his bald head handsome in a Yul Brenner way. When the recently retired Mr. Greene would visit he was so polite and well-mannered that Mrs. Busch knew he must have been a real ladies man in his time, and truth be told in her mind he still had it.

Maybe that was what helped cause a incident that humiliated Victoria Busch one pleasant June evening. What Victoria did was certainly not in her nature and left the lady very rattled and distraught, but as for the gentlemanly William Greene, not only was the older gentleman not bothered, in fact he was delighted. Very delighted indeed.

***

As was his custom, after he got bored with watching TV and darkness fell he took a shower, the warm spray soothing his aching bones. He hadn’t done much that day besides reinforcing the bolts on his mailbox, and the highlight of the afternoon had been when he saw his neighbor Victoria putting some wash on her line, the squeaking of the pulley getting his attention as it always did.

Victoria was really growing on him, William had to admit. Victoria had short reddish-brown hair, and the silver strands that she was letting in made it sparkle in the sun. The senior had a slim figure, small on top which was fine by him, and she had nice toned arms with a few freckles around her shoulders. Her smile grew as he approached and after briskly walking across the yard he had gotten to enjoy the last couple of towels being clipped to the line.

Victoria favored simple floral print house dresses, either sleeveless or with little caps over the ends of her shoulders. As they chatted William tried not to be obvious as Victoria pushed the line along, his eyes gravitating to the modest sprays of hair under her arms which were exposed by her raised limbs, something he was not ashamed to admit he enjoyed. Whether the lady was an aging hippie or just didn’t bother with razors any longer, William neither knew nor cared.

The conversation was light but never forced, and as usual William made a point to leave before he overstayed his welcome, although to him it seemed like Victoria was enjoying his visits as much as he did. It was Victoria that William thought about as he showered, and he was proud of himself for resisting the urge to pleasure himself as he often did this days.

Grabbing the towel he went to his bedroom to escape the steam of the bathroom, and after he got there the cool breeze coming through the window was refreshing, the curtains gently billowing open. Out in the yard William heard the soft rattling of treats in a can, an indication that Victoria’s cat Figaro was on the loose again. The rattling stopped as William buffed his bald skull, and although the senior was well away from the window that faced the Busch home, when he looked out he was startled to see his neighbor a few yards from the house looking in.

While never a shy fellow, the older man’s first inclination was to stand back a bit out of sight but after he did that he saw that Victoria had moved as well so she could still see. She must have thought that in the dark out there she couldn’t be seen out there but William could see the gal quite clearly in the moonlight as she clenched her robe together in her fist, and so he decided to give her something to look at so he kept drying his already dry head and upper torso vigorously.

William tried not to laugh when he glanced at his reflection in the dresser mirror, with his amusing sight of his semi-flaccid penis flopping wildly from side to side, and the whites in Victoria’s eyes were visible as his little show went on. The problem became that William was already somewhat aroused before this started and the way things were going he was going to have a full-blown erection before long.

His intention was to stick his head out the window and invite the widow in like the rascal he used to be, but after he walked around the bed and bent over to look out, Victoria gasped as her eyes bulged. Before he could say anything the still agile gal turned around away into canlı bahis the darkness towards her house.

“Victoria – wait!” he called out but she was gone although it sounded like she might have fallen on the way.

“Damn!” William muttered as he contemplated going over to talk to the lady but in the end he decided to wait since Victoria was obviously embarrassed.

Tomorrow, the senior mused as he casually pulled on his flaccid hose. Tomorrow he would go next door and tell the woman that what happened was alright and he knew she was no pervert, not that in his mind there was anything wrong with that either.

***

Two days later William had grown tired of watching for Victoria to appear in her backyard and waiting in vain for the squeaking pulley of the clothesline to trumpet her appearance outside, so after retrieving the canister of cat treats that the lady had dropped in her haste to flee, William moseyed over and tapped on the back door.

When he continued to knock for a minute or so and it became obvious he wasn’t leaving, the door opened slowly and a very sheepish Victoria Busch appeared in the doorway, her eyes unable to meet her neighbor’s until William shook the can of cat treats. A hint of a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth as he handed back the container and said, “I think you lost these the other night. I don’t want Figaro missing his goodies.”

“Thank you Mr. Greene,” Victoria replied in a weak voice. “I wondered where I had lost that.”

“I’m Mr. Greene again?” William asked, reminding the widow that they had agreed to use each other’s first names.

“Sorry. I meant William.”

“That’s better. I hadn’t seen you out here in a couple of days and began to get worried,” he admitted. “I hope it wasn’t because of what happened the other evening because I understand completely. What with the television shows as mundane as they are, one is tempted to look for something amusing.”

“No you don’t understand at all,” Victoria responded, and then after hesitating briefly held the door open and asked her neighbor to come inside.

William entered the very quaint kitchen with appliances that were as ancient as the woman who owned them, and after Victoria offered him a cup of coffee that he declined, she had him sit down kitty-corner to her at the table.

“About the other night,” she began as she toyed with the corner of a place mat. “That was very embarrassing, you seeing me out on the yard.”

“I heard you trying to find Figaro. If anybody is to blame it was me, leaving my curtains open like that. It’s just that without air conditioning it gets a little stifling in there,” William interrupted, but Victoria cut him off.

“No – that’s not it. Let me explain,” Victoria said. “You see, when you first moved in I was quite taken by you, and when you began to come over most days I started to think that you might – well – anyway, when you didn’t show any interest besides being friendly I kind of lost hope.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I was waiting – hoping you would make a move on me – do they still say things like that? In the meantime – I’m sure you realize you’re a creature of habit, don’t you William?” Victoria asked and didn’t wait for a response. “You do things around the same time most every day, and one thing I noticed was that you turn in each evening about the same time. This got more noticeable when the weather got warm, as you opened your window at night and you would take a shower before bed.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“So I happened to peek in one evening and saw that you – let’s just say that you aren’t the modest type. Not that you have any reason to be, that much was obvious,” she chuckled nervously. “After I saw you once I began to go there every night weather permitting. I’m not much for TV these days and I found you more interesting anyway. I brought the can of cat treats as sort of my excuse for being out there.”

“You mean he wasn’t loose?”

“Heavens no. In his old age Figaro’s afraid of the dark and most of the time likes dozing in the corner of the sofa.”

“You mean that you are sort of a…”

“Peeping Tom? I’m afraid so. Maybe a Peeping Victoria. I won’t be doing that anymore.”

“Wait, Victoria. I’m not mad. In fact, if you tell me which window is your bedroom and you leave the curtains open not only will I look in, I might just pull up a chair and make myself comfortable. I would have shown my true interest in you right away but you seemed to be the religious type and I didn’t want to come on too strong,” the senior explained.

“I go to church but I’m not a prude. I go to church for the bingo and originally hoped I would meet a man my age with the energy by late husband used to have, but I learned that in this community I would have to settle for bingo.”

That got William to laugh and that eased any of the tension that had remained in the room.

“My husband would laugh his butt off if he heard you refer to me as religious,” she bahis siteleri continued. “Henry used to laugh and say how shocked the ladies in the bingo circle would be if they knew what a slut I was behind closed doors. Henry was a man with an overwhelming sexual drive, and while I was an absolute innocent when we met I soon found that I was much like him.”

“Damn.”

“I was completely submissive to Henry, happy to do whatever he wanted to please him, and it helped that everything he made me do gave me pleasure as well,” Victoria confessed. “I had a dear friend who I trusted enough confide in, and one day we were chatting and I told her about the things Henry had me do to him and with him. I had assumed that this was what all married people did but the more I told Rebecca, the wider her eyes got and the more horrified her expression got. Sadly we drifted apart after that conversation, and I learned to keep my business to myself after that – until now. Something about you makes me feel you wouldn’t judge me. harshly, and maybe you would forgive my randy peeking.”

“Of course not,” William sighed as he looked at the blushing petite gal in a different way. “If I knew you were out there I would have put on a better show.”

“Oh. Well, the show I saw was exciting enough. I haven’t had experience with many men you see, but when video tapes first came out Henry would rent the adult ones from time to time,” Victoria admitted. “He used to accuse me of being especially interested in the ones that had that John Holmes fellow in them and I admit that actor got my attention but I figured that he was some sort of oddity until I saw you. Not that it matters, of course, but while my Henry was nicely endowed he was not like you seem to be.”

“Me? I don’t think that…”

“When I saw you standing there drying off naked – do you know what I did?” she asked as she stood up, and then the prim and proper widow stood up and after taking a deep breath pulled up her house dress, revealing she wore nothing underneath.

“I would look at that incredible penis of yours,” Victoria confessed as she brought her other hand up between her legs, working her fingers through her wide mostly burnt orange bush which was definitely not trimmed. “I would wonder what it would look like hard, and what it would feel like inside of me.”

“You understand why my husband thought I was a slut?” she mumbled as she fingered herself.

“I think I do,” William chuckled as he stood up and after deftly undoing his belt let his baggy trousers fall to the linoleum. “You are a nasty woman aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am, and it feels like the older I get the wore inflamed I’ve become, as my peeking into your bedroom would attest. Do you know what a wanton woman like me deserves?” Victoria choked as she watched her neighbor drop his boxers and take his long flaccid member in hand, stretching the rubbery hose as he watched the widow frigging herself.

“Oh, that’s it William. Pull on it. I was going to ask if you were still able to – you know – but look! You’re getting hard already. I can’t take it any more…”

Instead of dropping to her knees on the linoleum Victoria yanked the chair beneath her as she sat, and her hands reached out to take her neighbor’s cock in her fists, yanking savagely a few times on the still mostly rubbery hose before taking him into her mouth. Her left hand kneaded the senior’s low-hanging balls while her right hand grabbed the shaft and pumped what her lips could not reach, and when she looked up at William he grinned.

“You are the kinky widow, aren’t you?” he cackled, making Victoria wink while still sucking, the slurping sounds filling the room. “Been a while since anything but my fist has been where your lips are.”

“That seems like such a waste,” Victoria opined after pulling her lips back and examining the long vein-riddled organ that glistened with her saliva, and as she held the throbbing tool she added, “I might be able to do a better job in a more comfortable place.”

“In that case, my dear, lead the way,” William said as he rose from his chair and then helped his neighbor up, and as he followed Victoria down the hall with his erection bobbing along in front of him.

“I hope you’ll take into account what the years and gravity have done to me,” the widow declared before she lifted her house dress up and off her.

“I think the jury has reached a verdict on that, dear Victoria,” William quipped as he made his erection bob up and down, and although he noticed the slight belly and the way the woman’s pear-sized breasts had begun to sag, the fact was that for a gal nearly 60 she still had it.

It was with that in mind that the senior came up to the widow and eased her against the wall, the stately lady’s height making him only stoop a little to kiss her, and as their lips meshed her hands were busy moving down the row of buttons. Victoria worked the shirt off William’s frame and smiled as she raked her fingers through the mostly silver bahis şirketleri fur on his chest.

“Nice,” she sighed as she pinched his nipples. “I recall seeing how the hair on your chest peeked up in the neckline of your shirt. Made me randy.”

“I’m the observant type too, my dear,” he grinned as he took her left wrist and raised it high above her head, pressing the back of her hand against the wall as he leaned down and buried his face in the deep pocket of her underarm, smothering the lightly scented spray of light brown hairs with nibbles and kisses. When the old fellow’s tongue began to slide up and down the hollow Victoria’s knees buckled while she grabbed the back of William’s head.

“Oh my word ,” she gasped, happy that deciding not to shave for this meeting was the right one, and William hungrily devoured her other armpit as well before leaning back from her. “That was a pleasant surprise.”

“I’m kinky but harmless,” William said with a shrug.

“Don’t be too harmless,” his hostess cautioned as they went over to the bed, and after placing the widow on her back he spread her slender legs apart and knelt between them.

“Beautiful,” he sighed as he looked at the wide untrimmed triangle of untrimmed pubic hair, enjoying the way her bush grew well up between her legs, and as he buried his face in the furry delta he savored the feel of the hair on his cheeks.

Even the press of the widow’s lightly freckled thighs against his ears did not prevent William from hearing Victoria’s frantic reaction to her tongue dancing inside of her, but even if it had the clutching of the bedding and her shaking legs gave it away. When he could wait no longer William lifted his face from the pungent sex and inched up with his long probe in hand.

“Oh – oh – oh!” Victoria cried out and William slipped his member into her tight opening and eased himself deep into her with an almost painful slowness, all the while the lithe widow contorted and writhed in the sheets.

Beginning slowly, William slid in and out of Victoria, who was clutching at his arms with a wide-eyed expression, and as he increased the tempo and force of his thrusts her reactions increased. The bed, not used to being used like this lately, protested loudly but the two of them grunting and groaning drowned that out. Initially gentle. William found himself slamming into the widow when he felt her throwing herself back at his with equal force.

Victoria tried to tell him she was coming but the force of her orgasm killed her voice her pussy savagely contracted around the long probe, and when the body finally stopped shaking she looked up at her neighbor holding himself up over her with his arms.

“Oh William, that was so wonderful. I’d forgotten. – oh my word!” Victoria almost yelled when the senior began slowly thrusting his weapon in and out of her, having only taken a short break to watch her.

“You cum so gloriously,” William said as droplets of sweat began to rain down on her from his forehead. “I want to see that again.”

“Don’t know if I can,” Victoria gasped, but a couple minutes later she found herself writhing and howling under the effect of a second, although a bit milder orgasm, and after it washed over her she looked at William who was looking down at her again.

“Please tell me you came,” Victoria almost begged, and William laughed as he rolled off to her side.

“Had to make that last because I suspect at my age, I’ve probably become a one and done lover,” he admitted.

“Good,” Victoria chuckled as she got on her side and reached over to grab the senior’s flaccid hose, flopping it around as if to make sure it was dead. “Not used to anything going on down there, so if you don’t see me walking around the yard for a few days, you’ll know why.”

“Same with me and my back,” William admitted as he slid his heels up towards his butt, and as he reached down and grabbed his bony knees he added, “that and these aching things.”

“Quite a pair we are,” Victoria mused aloud. “Although we just turned the clock back quite well.”

“Agreed.”

“And if you care to make a house call again tomorrow,” she added as she took his long wrinkled scrotum in hand and gently rolled the eggs in her palm. “If we aren’t up to it quite yet, there are other things we can do to pass the time.”

“I’d like that,” William replied, but when he started to say more his words caught in his throat and were replaced by a moan.

“Like this for example,” the perky widow said with a wink as her index finger slid into her neighbor’s anus, and as her index finger went in to the hilt she spun it around. “Like to have your temperature taken?”

“Yes,” William managed to choke out.

“And just so you don’t think you’re the kinkiest one here, let’s just say that there’s another way of taking your temperature,” she advised with a devilish look. “A naughty way, but you’ll have to come back for that if that’s not too kinky for you.”

“No,” the red-faced senior wheezed, his bald head glistening with sweat as he clutched at Victoria’s arm. “It’s not.”

“That’s nice to hear,” she laughed, but when she looked down at above where her hand was working she looked a little shocked.

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