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The following is a work of fiction and not intended to be taken as anything other.

Susan Warner impatiently tapped her feet. So far the day had not progressed as she would have normally expected. She was sat in the waiting room of a sexual health clinic waiting for her son David to finish his appointment. She was uncomfortable, not only with the surroundings but also the inhabitants. Semi-comatose college students leered at her through drunken eyes, whilst ashen faced young girls tried to avoid her gaze. They were all around David’s age, though she ruefully mused that none of their parents had bothered to accompany them for moral support. Probably because they were too scared to let them know that something was wrong. She still remembered the feeling of shock when David had tearfully confessed his predicament to her. He had recently celebrated his 18th birthday party and after a meal with his family had gone out for a few beers with his friends. Except of course, young men being as they are, a “few” beers had quickly escalated into an all-night bender. David, in his drunken stupor, had got separated from his friends and found himself in one of the seedier parts of town. He eventually returned home in the early hours of the morning; Susan was concerned at his late arrival and his quiet demeanor over the next few days but merely attributed it to playful hi-jinks during his birthday.

A couple of weeks later however, the truth had come out. David came to his mother saying he was ill. Naturally she was concerned.

“It’s not something serious is it David? We should tell your father.”

“No Mom!!! We can’t tell Dad. It’s…Oh God what a mess.”

Susan scrutinized her son’s face; she had rarely seen him this crestfallen. His handsome features betrayed a heavy heart.

“David, what’s wrong? Tell me.”

David gulped for air and suddenly blurted it out. “Mom, I paid a hooker for sex.”

Susan recoiled in shock. She couldn’t believe what her darling son had just told her. “What?!”

“Well…not full sex. Just a blowjob. I know that’s no excuse, but…I was just drunk and horny and stupid.”

Susan tried to quell her rising anger. David was right, they couldn’t tell Jack, her husband, he would hit the roof and most probably his son as well. He wasn’t a violent man, but he was definitely from the old school of parenting.

David proceeded to give his mother details of what exactly was wrong with him. Susan listened attentively; from the sounds of it he had caught an STI, hopefully a mild one.

“What are the symptoms?” she asked. “It hurts to pee and my, err, penis is itchy.”

“Let me have a look”

“Mom!”

“Oh for goodness sake David! You think you’ve got something there I haven’t seen before?” she exclaimed in exasperation. David reluctantly pulled his trousers down and then his pants. Susan regarded his penis, it looked healthy. David had gone a very deep shade of red and she felt a pang of sympathy. Suddenly she grabbed hold of it. It came as a shock to David and surprised Susan as well. ‘Why did I do that?’ she thought.

“Erm, do you feel any pain now?” she enquired.

“N-n-no” David stuttered. She gave it a quick squeeze. To her horror and David’s intense embarrassment she felt it go hard. She let go but it kept on growing. ‘Gosh’ she thought, I it must have been slightly longer than Jack’s and in terms of girth it was definitely superior.

“Well, looks like your old Mom’s still got it” she joked in an attempt to diffuse the tension. David was mortified however and quickly put his trousers back on.

She immediately made an appointment with the clinic, and, a week later, was now waiting nervously for David to come out.

One of the college frat boys gazed lasciviously at Susan. Even at 45, she could walk into a room and draw everyone’s attention to her. Her dark hair fell in tresses around her oval face, framing it perfectly. She had azure blue eyes and juicy bee-stung lips, but by far her most impressive assets were her breasts which must have been a double F at least. She may not be as slim as she was once was but she could still draw jealous stares from other women.

The door opened and David walked out. Susan stood up, a look of anxiety on her face. David smiled weakly and walked over to her. They strode out of the clinic in silence and got into the car.

“Well?” she asked him

David let out a heavy sigh. “Well, the doc thinks it’s nothing too serious. It will clear up after a course of antibiotics.”

“Oh David, what a relief.” Susan hugged him and gave him a quick peck.

“I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson.”

“Yup. The hard way as well.” She smiled at him and playfully ruffled his hair.

“You’re not the first guy honey, and you sure as hell won’t be the last. We should just put this behind us and move on.”

She had already forgiven him, after all he was a young man now and his thoughts would inevitably turn to sex. He had not had a proper girlfriend so far but she put this down to the fact that he went to an all-boys school, and was still a little pendik escort awkward around members of the opposite sex. Susan had been reluctant to push her son into that kind of environment, but Jack had been fairly adamant arguing that it would keep his mind on his studies if he wasn’t distracted by girls. To be fair to Jack, David had graduated near the top of the class but Susan worried if this had been at the cost of some of his social skills. This episode with the prostitute had reaffirmed her fears unfortunately for her, she was mistaken. Susan was glad that David had suffered no permanent damage for his indiscretion and hoped this was the last they would hear about the matter.

The next few weeks were fairly uneventful; David kept Susan up to date about his recovery and after a second appointment with the clinic got the all-clear. She made him show his penis again, although she wasn’t exactly sure why. ‘To make sure he’s ok’ she told herself.

The first indication that Susan had that things were not alright was a couple of weeks after David had visited the doctor. She returned home from work early and found herself alone in the house. She had some work to type up and so went to get her laptop to finish it. Suddenly she realized she had left it at work and cursed out loud; she could really have done with getting this done. She quickly glanced at her watch. It would still be a good hour before David was home; she could use the computer in his room and be done before he got back. David like most teens was very wary of his privacy, and Susan knew it would have been a bit of a struggle to persuade him to let her use his PC normally. She fixed herself a drink, grabbed her notes and headed to his room. In fact Susan managed to clear her work within quarter of an hour. She knew she shouldn’t but curiosity got the better of her and she had a quick browse trough David’s history page. She fully expected to see some porn site listings but seemed a little taken aback by how much there was.

“Where does he find the time to do work?” She asked herself. Still, she thought, he’s at “that” age, I suppose its better he relieves himself than sees whores.

Suddenly one site jumped out at her. ‘What’s this? ‘Escorts-net?’ She clicked on the link. There were no gratuitous pictures or anything to suggest it was a pornographic site. Susan decided it warranted further investigation. What she discovered shocked her. Escorts-net was a review site for prostitutes. Men across the country would detail their experience with a particular girl and then rate her on her performance, looks, value for money, etc.

“Oh David, no.” She murmured. Suddenly she heard the door slam. Panicking, Susan glanced at her watch; she had been there for over an hour almost. She shut everything down as quickly as possible and rushed out of the room. She was fortunate, David was home but downstairs making himself a snack. Susan tried to compose herself and went to join him.

“Hey Mom, you’re back early.”

“Uh yeah, there wasn’t much work on today.” Susan had to resist the urge to confront him over what she had just seen.

“You okay Mom? You look a little flustered.”

Susan gritted her teeth. I’m fine honey, just a little warm in here.”

She made small talk about school before excusing herself. Susan went and sat in her bedroom pondering how to broach the subject with David, She knew she couldn’t mention this to Jack; the burden would have to be borne by her alone. On the one hand, it was just a website, like the hundreds of others David had visited whilst…masturbating. She blushed. Her son’s sexual activities hadn’t been high up on her list of priorities for today. There was no proof that he was actually acting upon the fantasies he had. Plus he would be furious with her for invading his privacy. On the other hand, what if he was actually visiting hookers? He could be addicted to it. Where would he get the money from? He had a part-time job and his Dad would often give him money for doing well at school, but certainly not enough to fund a habit like this. Susan dearly wished she could dismiss her concerns but they kept nagging away at her. David was her only child, born after she and Jack had to endure several miscarriages and other ordeals as she attempted to get pregnant. There was no way that she was going to let her only son go down this road. She waited till 10. Jack had come home, eaten his dinner and was sound asleep in the marital bed. Susan sighed as she glanced over at his snoring form. He had had this routine for longer than she cared to remember.

She donned her dressing-gown and quietly exited the room. She gave two raps on David’s door. “Just a minute” came the cry. Susan rolled her eyes; it was fairly obvious that this wasn’t a good time.

“Come in”

Susan opened the door to find David in bed, reading apparently.

“Something wrong Mom?”

He looked pensive, well aware that a late night visit form one of his parents wasn’t usually a good sign. He had the shock of his life when he heard someone knocking on the door, he had been in the middle of jacking off escort pendik to some porn, and had quickly turned his monitor off and scrambled into bed. He brought his knees up to cover the outline of his erection under the duvet.

“Actually honey, there is.” Susan pulled the chair out from under his table and sat by his bed. David’s face showed a mix of curiosity and worry.

“David. Um, I don’t quite know how to start. I suppose the truth is the best place. When I came home early to day, I had some work to catch up on, I’d left my laptop at home so I thought that I would come in here and use your PC before you got home.”

“Mom!” David was indignant, not only at her disregard for his rules but also because he knew what she was leading up to, or, at least he thought he did.

“David, I’m sorry. I was just…curious, I know I shouldn’t have but it just happened.”

David would have stormed off in indignation were it not for the fact he still had a hard-on.

“David, I don’t mind you looking at porn.” Her son looked up at her in surprise.

She smirked, “come on David, I think Vie been around long enough to know that there are at least four certainties in life-death, taxes, porn and guys masturbating to porn.”

“Mom!”

“Please David, were all adults here.”

David looked bemused. If his mom wasn’t there to lambast him for the porn then why was she there?

“I thought we agreed that hat happened on your birthday was a lesson learnt?”

A look of surprise and fear entered David’s eyes confirming Susan’s suspicions.

He opened his mouth but the words didn’t come out. How did she know about that? David had seen another working girl after he had healed up. This time however he had taken all the necessary precautions and also went through an internet site that recommended which girls to see. The experience had been an overall disappointment. Because of his inexperience he had come very quickly and he trudged home disconsolate at having squandered all his birthday money. It had been an illicit thrill to visit the hooker but he felt incredibly depressed and awkward afterwards. He had tried to talk to girls but he was shy and gauche, and they lost interest in him despite his good looks.

David suppressed the urge to cry as he held his head in his hands.

“I’m so sorry Mom. I can’t explain it, I’m just so…well, horny I guess.”

He tried to laugh it off but Susan could see he was hurting. Truth be told, she felt sorry for him rather than disappointed. She put a reassuring hand on his bare shoulder. She cast an admiring look over his muscular chest.

“Its ok sweetheart, we all have these urges, but this isn’t the way to deal with them. This is a habit that could have serious implications for your heath and your wallet.”

He felt so ashamed at having let her down. “I know Mom, I tried so hard, heck I probably jack off a dozen times a day to try and control myself but even so…”

Susan was a little taken aback at this piece of information but continued to sympathies with him. “Its ok honey, you just have to be strong.”

“Mom, it’s not that easy. I, I need female contact, I wish I could just go out and get a girlfriend like other guys but it’s so hard for me.”

“You have to try sweetie, you know you can’t take this route.”

“But Mom, the first time I was stupid, not using a condom, not going through the right channels.”

“The right channels? David, you know this isn’t right.”

“What, not even to get a hand job?” David was reaching and he knew it.

“Was that all you went for the second time?” Susan had a doubtful look on her face.

“Yes” he lied. “I’m sure if you carried on you would ‘graduate’ to other activities though.” David looked surprised; his Mom looked like she was buying this.

“No way Mom, after what happened the first time? It’s a bit of a thrill I guess.”

Susan looked skeptical. “That doesn’t make it right David.”

“I know, I know, it’s just that, I need this, just to be more confident and know more.”

Susan got up. She felt for him, but there was no way she could allow this. Could she?

“I, I’ll have to think about it David. Good night” And with that she was gone.

David breathed a sigh of relief. His erection had remained throughout the entire chat with his Mom. In a way he wasn’t surprised. Her huge breasts had been jutting out of the skimpy dressing-gown the whole time. He had always been fascinated by his mother’s breasts, although he had never really looked at her as a sexual creature, even though she was very pretty.

Susan retired to her bedroom. She knew she couldn’t possibly countenance this. David reminded her of a younger Jack, back in the days when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. She well believed that he was masturbating up to 12 times a day. She also caught sight of the bulge in the duvet and was more or less sure she’d interrupted him jacking off. She rolled over to face her husband. They hadn’t been intimate for a long time and even when they were Jack seemed less than enthusiastic. What she wouldn’t pendik escort bayan give for a good hard cock now she ruminated. She smirked as she realized that there was one in the next room, only problem it belonged to her son. She felt a shiver as she thought about it and quickly reproached herself. ‘What a thought Susan Warner! I’m not Kay Parker.’ She remembered watching Taboo the film with Jack and having mind-blowing sex with him afterwards. He had called her “Mommy”. She grinned recalling it. She recalled what David’s penis had looked like erect, ‘Shame it’s going to waste’ she mused. Susan Warner drifted of to sleep, her head full of naughty thoughts.

It was the first thing she thought of when she awoke the following morning. She tried to put it out of her head but it persisted throughout work and even when she got home.

She put it down to residual horniness, she had always been highly sexed and Jack had usually managed to satisfy her until after they had David. Back then she was so caught up in being a mother she didn’t really miss the sex that much. Until now she realized. She had always laughed at her married friends regale her with how bored she was. One of them described herself as a sex camel traveling through the desert of celibacy searching for that oasis of fucking. Now she was starting to know how it felt. The more she thought about it, the more curious she was to see David’s cock again. She chided herself for these thoughts but there was no doubting that she was more turned on than she had been in a long while. And then it came to her. A plan.

David heard the knock on his door again. ‘Godammit’, he thought, ‘can’t a guy whack off in peace?’ He yanked his pants up and dove under the duvet. “Come in.”

It was his mother again, wearing that skimpy dressing-gown. He willed his erection down but no such luck. He presumed that she had come to continue their talk form the other night. She smiled at him; quite seductively in fact, David looked cautiously.

“Hi sweetie, what are you up to?”

“Er, not much Mom.”

“I had a think about what we talked about the other night. And well, I can’t allow you to go to some strange woman and fork over your hard-earned money; it’s just not worth the risk. I want you to have fun but not at the cost of your health.”

David looked deflated but this is what he had been expecting.

“But I appreciate that it will be difficult for you. Maybe we can work out a compromise.”

David had a bewildered look on his face. “Compromise?” he repeated.

“Yes.”

“I was thinking that perhaps I could help to relieve you once In a while to help you cope with the temptation.”

“Er Mom, I’m not sure I understand.” David did understand but he couldn’t quite believe what his mother was suggesting.

“Well Honey, I am prepared, put bluntly, to give you a hand job. Purely for your sake you understand.”

“Um, yes, but…”

“That was what you wanted wasn’t it?”

“I guess” David was shell-shocked; he wasn’t sure what to say.

“Look, I can tell you’re undecided. How about we try it once and if you’re too weirded out by it then well stop?” Susan was grinning innocently at him and it freaked David out even more.

“Well, I, I mean, we could try that”

“Only if you’re comfortable.”

“Right.”

David moved uncomfortably in bed, what the heck he thought suddenly, anything beats whacking off on my own.

“Ok, we could try it I guess.” Susan beamed at him, he smiled shyly back at her.

Then he realized. “You want to start now?”

She grinned and nodded at the bulge under his covers, “Well, it looks like you’re ready to go.”

David had never heard his Mom use that tone before and it made him horny. At first he did find it strange that his Mom wanted to whack him off but he was warming to it very quickly.

“Heh, I suppose so.”

He slowly lifted the covers up. Susan was not disappointed. Fully erect, he was at least as big as Jack and much thicker around the shaft. A dribble of pre-cum oozed from the tip.

“Well, “Susan said, “it looks like you started without me.”

David smirked a little; from the sounds of it his mom was enjoying it. He shifted across the bed towards where she sat in her chair. Susan realized she was crossing a line, but seeing David’s hot erect cock had made her really horny, she knew she was teasing him slightly and chastised herself, this was supposed to be a motherly act after all and she should try to remain as clinical and detached as possible, she couldn’t let David know how much she was enjoying it.

She reached out with her hand and grasped it just above his base. David immediately let out a gasp and for a moment Susan was afraid he was going to come straight away. He managed to control himself and slowly, very slowly, Susan began pumping her son’s cock. Although it was over relatively quickly, David came copiously after half a dozen pumps; it seemed like an eternity for both mother and son. Susan was enthralled with how much come David had produced, his chest and nether regions were coated in the stuff. David couldn’t remember the last time he came so hard. They were both speechless for a few moments, before eventually Susan ventured, “Well, I’d better go and get cleaned up. And leave you to do the same.”

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(i wrote this story on some background information my best friend gave me. fifty percent of this is true. fifty percent of it i wrote myself)

For years I’ve been thinking about why I joined the Army. Was it because I wanted to serve my country? Was it because I was 18 and wanted to be a man and make my own decisions? Was it because I was tired of being home sitting around on the couch? Well for what ever may be the reason this is where I find myself today.

It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. In less than two hours I have to wake up for physical training known commonly as pt. But I can’t sleep. I’m wide-awake and all these thoughts are coming back to my head. Why am I here? I could have been home or in school. I would have had more time to spend with friends since I was out of high school. Oh, how I miss high school.

My mind started wandering and I found myself thinking and dreaming of this girl I met in my senior year. She was about five feet tall but she had the hottest fucking body I ever seen. I remember just introducing myself to her one day and we hit it off completely. Talking about how school was almost over and why did we have to meet each other so late. Imagine this girl. Five feet tall tanned skin color with a 36 C cup bra size and an ass that you could see from the opposite side of the hallway. I still remember drooling over how sexy she was.

She told me her name was Evelyn and she was Ecuadorian originally from Jersey. Now I’ve seen Jersey Shore before and if she’s from around that area at all like she says she is then she’s my kind of girl. Somehow I had lost track of where I was and really lost myself thinking about her. We had continued communicating through text messages and phone calls that it got to the point that we were going to hook up.

It was around the end of the school year that we decided we were both going to skip school and meet up. I remember it clearly like it was yesterday. We met up at my parent’s house and wasted no time at all. The instant she knew were alone was when our hands were all over each other. I mean there was a little bit of everything. We were kissing; tongue twirling, lip biting, neck sucking, and hand touching everywhere. Clothes came off and on the bed we were….

“Yo what the fuck, I’m trying to sleep”, I heard one of my buddies tell me. Oops I forgot that I was stroking my already hard and wet cock as I guess I was tugging too hard and the bed (bunk bed) started to shake. “My bad dude”, I told him. I continued stroking but softly this time as my mind kept telling me not to stop. As good as that day was it wasn’t as good as one day we hooked up in a hotel room I rented.

After months of being in the Army and months of restarting our relationship Evelyn and I started to go out. As in we were together aka she was my girlfriend and I was her boyfriend. Now I know what you are thinking. How was this ever going to work? Long distance relationships are harder to keep together because one person tends to miss the other or both people in the relationship tend to get lonely and can only hold off so much. And although this was the case between us it eventually became so. But I’m not here to tell you about broken relationships. I want you to read how Evelyn and I fucked each other so much I almost regret not being able to stay. We had been together and couple of months now and I was due to come back home for a few weeks…

Of course every moment I spent here I couldn’t stop thinking about her. How fucking sexy she was. The way her hair looked when she had it loose. The way she sent me pictures in her tuzla escort many goofy face expressions. The way her lips formed a kiss face. And I could only think about her on her knees getting ready to suck me off. The day I came back and we saw each other was a good day. And if it weren’t for the fact that I was wearing sweat pants I think she would have noticed my tent made by the way she hugged me. I also had my hand on her ass. I had been so horny that even a single touch drove me crazy.

I took her and my family out to eat at Fridays. It was a good meal and wonderful time spent with my family. But the real fun wasn’t until that night. I had rented a suite at this hotel that I can’t even remember the name of and took Evelyn there. She was more than happy and of course she knew what I wanted although I know she was there for something too. We had been talking about it for days. Of course we were going to fuck, make love to each other, do each other all night if we could. This was going to be the second time we had sex in a hotel. The first time was more like a quickie but this time it was so much more. She had told me previously she loved to suck dick and was going to take special care of me. Also she told me she would swallow me.

I don’t know why but when a girl tells you that she loves to suck dick and swallow that just makes a guy even more hard and excited. We entered the hotel room, took a look around, talked for a few minutes and then we started on what became our goal of the night and that was to please and pleasure each other.

I remember we started kissing. She put her hands on my back, and I put mine on her ass. (Typical guy move). As we kissed I slowly pulled her to the bed and sat on it making sure to pull her on top of me so that she was sitting on my lap with her legs around my waist. I wanted to enjoy every second so I in no way rushed it. After sitting her on top of me, and placing my hands on her waist and her arms around my head we continued kissing. Her lips were so juicy as they made contact with mine. I could taste her strawberry chap stick as her tongue connected with mine swapping saliva at that time but no matter to me as I was enjoying every moment. She then proceeded by unwrapping her arms from around my neck; slowly pulling head back and then started kissing my neck. With gentle soft kisses she moved around my neck kissing both sides and slowly making her way back to my lips and kissed me some more. Clothes then started to come off as she helped me take my shirt off and then hers came off. Her breasts looked so sexy in that new victoria secret bra she told me she bought for herself. It was a bright red with lacy strings around them and she stood up and removed her short shorts she had on to reveal her matching underwear. My mouth literally dropped open as to the sight I was seeing. She was wearing what seemed like booty shorts but it was more like a thong as only a see through lace covered the sides and the back. I knew this because she made a slow sexy turn and pretended to dance to music although there was no music being played…

I couldn’t help but smile at her willingness to dance and move her body for me even though there wasn’t any music being played. She grabbed my arms and helped me stand up but she didn’t say a word. She simply got on her knees and unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the floor. There was a wet spot covering the opening to my boxers where I normally would take my cock out and pee. Evelyn smiled, as she knew precum had been leaking out of my cock ever since we first started. Still on her knees she used her teeth to take my boxers off and as they tuzla escort bayan came off my cock almost slapped her in the face not that she would have cared.

I was so hard and could see the glistening pre-cum that formed at the base of my cock. I looked at that then looked at her. She was still smiling and with her tongue out of her mouth, she quickly flicked it at my head licking off a substantial amount of pre-cum off me. She licked her lips and moaned softly “mm-mm”. With force she pushed me on the bed, making me fall backwards but into a sitting position on the bed. I was at the end of the bed and she was in between my legs, this after she unhooked her bra and let her boobs roam freely around my knees. I could feel her nipples, as they were hard from what was either the room being a little chilly or the excitement that boiled up inside her.

(Evelyn)

I was on my knees in front of him and couldn’t wait to suck his dick. I had been waiting months for him to return so we could have endless sex and fun. I told him I wanted to suck his dick until he came in my mouth and then suck it some more after that. Already being in between his legs I grabbed his hard cock with one hand and stroked it up and down. His pre-cum continued to spread around so I used that for lube as I kept at it with my hands. With my other free hand I played with his shaved balls taking turns squeezing each one and gently probing them. After a few seconds of doing this and feeling my moist panties I couldn’t help it any longer. I open my mouth and went down on his cock. His beautiful white cock. I have to say I was really surprised to see he had such a big dick. I thought white guys wouldn’t be big in this area but I was surely mistaken. To my surprise he was in fact “part black” in the cock department as his cock hung very nicely from his balls.

Back to sucking his cock I bobbed my head up and down feeling his head touch the ceiling of my mouth and throat. His cock felt so natural to me, as this was about the third or fourth time sucking him off. What I most enjoyed was licking his cock with my tongue, without any lip action. I just use my tongue and lick his shaft starting from the bottom and working my way up. I especially enjoyed reaching the head of his cock and licking the slit where I knew I be rewarded later on. I would also close my lips around his head and just suck on it for a while. He told me this made him tingle all over and it provided as a higher sensation. I continued to suck him up and down. I take his dick and hold it with one hand and slap it around my mouth feeling it bounce from one cheek to the other. I then take it out my mouth and slap myself with his cock while he smiled at me.

(Justin)

After she had her fun sucking me off I grabbed her face, pulled her up towards me and made out with her some more. I then got up on the bed and lay down on my back and made her get into a 69 position so that I could eat her out. So after she removed her wet undies and threw them to the side, she got on the bed with me and put her ass in my face slowly making it rise as to give me a view of her wet dripping pussy. I have to tell you the smell of it was so erotic. Her pussy smelled so hot, and I couldn’t wait to tongue fuck her and taste her in my mouth. Her aroma was intoxicating enough to make me pass out but what fun would that be? I grabbed her bubble butt and pushed down, my tongue was out and when the two connected I could have cummed right there, but held back. I started to lap at her pussy like a hungry dog. My whole face was drenched instantly as she was pouring her pussy juice all over my face. escort tuzla I even had to close my eyes as to not get any inside them. Fuck it; I didn’t care if I did. I was in pure ecstasy as I ate out her pussy out. As this was going on I knew I was doing a good job as she was grunting and moaning as she tried to continue sucking me off. I don’t think she could continue so I flipped her over and stared into her eyes, and with my face and mouth and nose filled with her pussy juice I came closer to her and stuck my tongue in her mouth forcing her to taste her own pussy. She clamped on my mouth and we kissed some more for a few seconds.

I knew she wanted my dick inside her but I decided I wanted to torture her a little more. I started kissing her all over starting at her neck. The same way she kissed me is the same way I kissed her. Gently, and softly I worked my way down to her breasts. They almost felt un-real to me but I knew they weren’t. Her 36 c cups in my hands felt soft and delicate as I squeezed them, taking turns by taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking on it for dear life. I felt her slide her hand down her pussy and she rapidly started to rub herself. I heard her plead to me to feed her my cock. To please put it in already, and fuck her all night long. She desperately craved my cock inside her that I told her she wouldn’t have to wait any longer. After biting down on each nipple I continued working my way down her stomach nibbling gently at her smooth skin that tasted like strawberries. She must have applied lotion earlier. I worked my way down to her thighs and kissed her some more, her wet mound covered in juice. After a few more kisses inside her and some flicking to the clit I finally entered my dick inside her pussy and as she gasped for air I put my hands on her shoulders. Her stretched wide-open legs allowed me to enter my entire nine cut inches inside her. Even though she was as wet as any girl I’ve ever fucked I still felt some pressure on my dick. Her pussy was tight as fuck but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I kept shoving my dick inside her and her gasps and moan then turned into screams of pleasure.

(Evelyn)

“OH fuck me baby, fuck me”, I moaned. Give me that dick baby I pleaded with him. His dick inside me felt so fucking good I didn’t want him to stop. He kept pushing it in me and with every push I pushed backs. I stayed in motion as he filled me up. So I begged him to put it back in me when he suddenly stopped. I noticed it too. His cock was shiny from my wet pussy that he went back down to it and starting eating me out again. With his tongue he licked all around my pink lips and with his teeth he bit my clit, which sent me over the edge as I had the biggest orgasm of my life pour over me. I felt my pussy muscles clamp up and then a torrential of cum came slashing out and yet he didn’t budge and drank me until he started to cough. I got on top of him and started to ride him still recovering from my orgasm. The fun wasn’t over yet as he soon told me he was going to cum and after a few minutes of riding his manhood I plopped my mouth over his cock and felt his balls tighten and his cum splash the back of my mouth. He seemed to be draining his full load as shot after shot exploded into my mouth. After a few seconds and tons of cum swallowed. I licked and sucked off his dick clean and then looked into his eyes as he was regaining his own conscience.

(Justin)

“ready for some more baby?”

(Evelyn)

“fuck yes baby,” I responded as I sucked his limp cock into my mouth slowly feeling it grow again. He fucked me three more times and each orgasm was bigger than the last one.

(Justin)

I finally woke up from this memory flash I was having only to be surrounded by my whole platoon and company commander staring at me bust another load over myself. Fuck!

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Author’s Note — This story is an original fiction, and not meant to display any actual events or persons. All characters within are depicted as being 18 years old or Older.

*** *** ***

“I don’t even begin to believe you’re telling the truth!”

Kita — short for Nikita — had just finished telling her part of the latest round of Truth or Dare that she and I — Sherry — had been playing. Her platinum blond eyebrows arched as she grinned wickedly at me. “I am bound to play by the rules, Liebling,” she said, using the pet name she gave me a year ago (this was after we finished a semester in German in school).

Kita is my best friend — has been since she and her family first moved to our town ten years ago from Russia, right into the two-story bungalow next door. She was roughly eleven when we met — I had just turned nine a month prior — and once over the initial shyness, the two of us became practically joined at the hip. There wasn’t a day that didn’t go by when one of us was either spending the day — or night — over at the other’s home. Folks around town and the kids at school soon got used to seeing the gangly, tall platinum haired foreign girl hanging out with her shorter, brown-haired American best-buddy.

Over the years, we both transformed from kids to pretty pre-teens and then grew into our teenaged bodies and habits, before eventually becoming the young women we were now.

At twenty-one, Kita was brown-eyed, tall, svelte with all the right curves and just enough mass to make her the most drool-worthy subject of every male we crossed paths with. Me, I could only fall about seven inches short of her, but my body fell into a classic ‘coke-bottle’ shape; firm with just enough jiggle to get a few tongues dragging the ground in my wake too.

Not too shabby for an eighteen year-old who used to have some issues with her looks. Granted, my American-girl looks couldn’t hold a candle to Kita’s Russian ‘bombshell’ features and flawless complexion, yet she never once made me feel inadequate while she was with me.

We were both in her room, dressed in casual shirt tops and short skirts, kneeling by her queen bed on a wide throw rug; the remains of a super-schmooper pizza-deluxe left in its box, next to a half six-pack of cola and a bottle of Johnny Walker that was nearly empty (Kita had managed to squirrel it away after the last big party we’d attended together at Kita’s sorority house).

It was our usual ‘girl’s night in’ on a weekend; with Kita taking a break from her upcoming final year at college, while I was only just starting with whole admissions deal at a local community college here in town. Different levels of stress, sure, but we both had long since done this little weekend thing for a couple of years so it was a good time for us both.

We’d gravitated from listening to her latest techno disc — a gift from Kita’s cousin in Moscow — to watching late movies on the box, before ending the evening our traditional way; A game of Truth or Dare.

We stuck to some pretty tame subjects and dares, though after the alcohol had begin to take effect we began to slip over the edge of some rather raunchy stuff. It soon became a bit of a one-upmanship bout; going back and forth with questions that were meant to make each of us pause or blush before answering. I thought I finally got Kita with a real zinger . . . only I didn’t expect the answer she gave to this question:

“Tell me who was the last boy you sucked off, and did you like it?”

Kita’s answer left me staring at her in disbelief: “My brother, and no I didn’t like it . . . I loved it!”

“No, way Kita, you’re pulling my leg!” I shot a hard glare at her beaming face. “There’s no way you could have even thought about . . . well, giving your brother a blow job!”

Kita just returned my stare and didn’t back down. “Sherry, my apple-blossom, if you know anything about me, you know that I, do, not, lie.” Her voice became thick with the accent of the Old Country; a habit she had when she was either upset or standing firm to prove a point. As she was still smiling, she clearly wasn’t upset. Hell, she wasn’t even blushing! I know I’d be embarrassed as fuck if I just admitted I’d sucked my brother’s cock . . . even though I don’t have a brother. Curse of an only child, sue me.

“But, how did you–?” I tried to get my wits back on firmer ground, as her attitude and resolve to show herself as being truthful had me shaken to the core. “I mean, how did–?”

“How did Nik just let me have my way with him?” Kita’s expression turned sly; her eyes becoming half-lidded as her smile fell into a smoky quality I’d only seen in movie actresses. “It was happenstance, Liebling, but . . . mmm, neither my brother or I were dissatisfied with the whole experience, believe me.”

Nik — aka Nikolai-Yuranovich, and that’s a mouthful of a first name! — was Kita’s older brother, at twenty-five years old. He was tall like Kita, but built like a real Russian bursa escort Kodiak, with muscled arms, legs and a beefy body that made pro-wrestlers whimper with shame. He was blond like Kita, save his hair was more sandy than white and he had this dazzling blue eyes. Eyes that I remember that my Mom, when she met him for the first time, compared to a favorite actor of hers; namely Omar Shariff.

I never really got to know Nik as well as his sister, since his interests and hers were as opposite as night and day. Meaning, she was into the stuff I liked — music, clothes, etc. — but he liked cars and most things mechanical. Especially motorbikes. Their father was a mechanic in the Old Country, and his craft rubbed of on Nik. So, when the arrived in the States, Nik found ample opportunity to let his interest flourish; first at his father’s side in the family garage, then later when he became of legal-working age as he found a job in a local ‘bike-shop.

Nik never was the sort to blow me off whenever I was hanging out with his sister. He always was polite in that old cavalier way, and I liked that about him. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d let his own sister suck on his cock.

So you can see why I was having a time, trying to wrap around the concept, even the mental image that Kita had licked Nik’s wick. Bizzare! “I just . . . I just don’t believe it,” I said finally. “There’s just no way–.”

“Sherry, I have not been untrue on this,” Kita said with a huff of exasperation. I should’ve just shut up and just agreed with her I guess. Yet, seeing that my disbelief wasn’t going away, my best friend shifted from borderline-upset, to thoughtful, then back to downright crafty in six seconds. “Hum . . . there is only one solution to this.”

“There is?” I asked.

Kita nodded, as if some last piece dropped into the rest of a puzzle for her. “I will show you.” she said simply.

Again, I was thrown. “Show me? What?”

Kita held up one hand, then, before I could fathom what was on her devious little mind, she put two fingers to her lips and chirped out a staccato whistle. She only ever used that when asked to call in Nik from the garage or back yard; two places the strapping young man was usually found, working on another engine or motorcycle.

No . . . she just didn’t do that to–?! I stared hard at Kita, who had crossed her arms over her breasts, looking rather smug as she looked towards the door of her bedroom.

At first nothing happened — not surprising, since Kita and Nik’s folks had gone away for a week to visit other relatives in another state — and I honestly didn’t know if Nik was home at that hour of the night. Then, my heart flip-flopped when I heard the unmistakable thumping-tread of footsteps vibrating through the floor. A moment later, the door opened to reveal Nik; his torso covered with a black denim vest, opened from throat to waist, with a pair of dark jeans and steel-toed work boots. He had streaks of grease and oil on his forearms, and his cheeks were flushed.

“Da, Nikita?” he rumbled, giving me a half-smile before staring at Kita, dropping into a irritated spate of his native Russian. His deep voice made me shiver, just to hear him talk like that!

Kita made a tic-tic sound in her cheek. “Brother-dearest, you know we have our friend Sherry here. Do control that temper of yours and remember to speak English, please?” Kita’s voice was all sweet-words and saccharine; a talent she often used to defuse any angry male, but something I never could pull off no matter how hard I tried.

It worked wonders on Nik, as he sighed and stood there; one hand pulling out a relatively clean cloth to start wiping his hands off. “Okay, little snowflake,” he said, his English as thick as his Russian. “You called. What do you wish of me?”

I felt my heart jump for my throat, hoping Kita wasn’t going to tell him what she just told me.

“Oh, Sherry had asked me to tell a truth, as we play Truth or Dare . . . and, she does not believe what I have answered.” She lowered her arms and let one hand pick at the hem of the short T-shirt she wore.

“Ah, so what truth did you divulge under her questioning?” Nik’s eyes were crowded in the corners with laugh-lines. “Some great State secret, hm?”

I started to wave Kita off, but she said quite plainly, “Nothing of that sort, my brother . . . save that she wished to know who I had oral sex with last.”

I winced. Shit! I looked up at Nik, expecting him to either be mad or just furious with either me or Kita.

What he did was not what I expected; he laughed. A big, belly-lifting guffaw — which only made his toned tummy ripple — which trailed off as he looked at the two of us. “Oh, I see then.” His eyes lingered on me. “You do not believe–?”

“No, my handsome bear,” Kita said smoothly, cutting him off before he could inquire me further. “She did not, and still does not believe me . . . so I came to conclusion; I must show proof, to make bursa escort bayan her see the truth.”

By then, I was starting to feel dizzy from all the unexpected turns this conversation was taking. The proverbial cat was out of the bag . . . but, what was Nik going to do now? Was he going to think this was all a joke? Or was now the time he was going to get angry with his younger sister?

“Ah, little snowflake, you use old country logic,” Nik said. With a grin, he stuck the rag back into his pocket, before staring long and hard at his sister. “So do you intent to show this . . . proof, right here? Now?”

At that, Kita’s smile went all smoky, as her eyes got this sensual glow while looking up from the floor at Nik. “Unless you do not wish to help me in this matter, my brother?” Shifting from her knees, Kita’s body seemed to slither as she shifted onto her hip, stretching her legs out as she pointed her toes like a dancer. “After all . . . it would be tragic indeed, if from now on my Sherry continued to believe that I am a liar.” She dropped her gaze to me, winking one eye before she turned her face back to Nik. Her tongue slipped out from her pink lips to run across the upper one with a seductive stroke. “Do you think you could bear the shame of such an onus on your sister, Nikolai?”

As friends, confidants and ‘sisters-in-all-but-blood’ that we were, I thought there wasn’t anything about Kita that I hadn’t discovered . . . well, I guess I was wrong. Fuck! If she was trying to seduce Nik . . . hell, if I was him, I’d have had my pants down in a heartbeat!

Chuckling, Nik just shook his head. But, instead of leaving or doing anything else to the contrary, he stepped over to where Kita was, standing with his legs slightly apart as he stared down at her. He said something else in Russian; what Kita told me later was “Little Sister, I cannot bear to have a liar for a sibling . . . so, let us show your good friend what you last did to me.”

With a grin, Kita rose up a bit, running her hands up Nik’s legs; the sound of soft skin gliding over denim sounding loud to me in the confines of her room. She glanced at me for a moment — her lips curled with a smile — before she turned her attention and hands to the belt and zipper on Nik’s pants. With a flip, a dingle of the metal buckle and a soft zzzzzzip, Kita had his fly wide open and her hand inside in a flash.

I couldn’t stop the gasp that burst from between my lips! Nik wasn’t wearing underwear, and in seconds Kita had his pecker out in the open; hefting the thick, short column of dick flesh in her fingers as she let out a sigh of anticipation. Rubbing it slowly, she coaxed it up and made it thicken and swell, right before our eyes. With a grunt, Nik crossed his arms over his beefy chest and stared down at his sister. In no time, Kita had his cock standing out rigid from the nest of blond curls; it looked as long as a can of beer and as thick across as one of my Dad’s old gold Double-Eagle coins.

Shit! I couldn’t help myself. I was panting as I watched Kita fist his dick. My own pussy was clenching and making a wet spot in my panties, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what was happening.

“Mmm, yes,” Kita said, her voice trailing off with a sibilant hiss as she eyed Nik’s prick. “A wonderful specimen of sex, my handsome-bear.” She scooched closer, bringing her face up alongside his cock as she breathed in deeply, obviously savoring his sex smell. “Are you fully prepared again, my brother? Are you so ready to have my mouth upon your cock, hm?” She slipped closer, barely brushing her lips against the side of his turgid flesh, humming softly as she let her head drift side to side.

I looked up into Nik’s face; he was sporting a flush of blush, but his eyes were wide-open and bright with lust as he looked down at Kita. “Mm, you know the answer, little snowflake . . . do not tease.” He chuckled as he lifted his gaze to take me in. “Your little friend is apparently . . . quite anxious to see you prove yourself.”

Now it was my turn to blush scarlet. Geez! Couldn’t he just ignore me and let her get on with this?

Kita sighed and rolled her fingers along Nik’s dick gently. “Oh, fie . . . well, if I must proceed then–?” With that, she moved with such speed and control I almost missed it; dipping her head to the side to run the flat of her small tongue along his cock, before reaching the end to flutter the tip against his fat glans.

Nik’s legs tightened up like steel cords, and his hiss-sighed with delight as the sensation of her wet tongue raced along his nerves.

Trailing her tongue along the rim of his dick head, Kita hummed and moaned like a porn star. Her eyes drifted closed, but she clearly wasn’t out of touch with what she was doing to her brother. Soon, her licking turned into wet, liquid smooches as she placed kisses all down and up the length of Nik’s hot rod. The feeling must’ve been awesome for him, as the column of flesh was practically vibrating escort bursa in his sister’s fist and his voice now rose in soft moans.

In due time, Kita stopped kissing and licking and turned to put the head of her brother’s cock at the portal of her lips. Glazed with his pre-cum, she slipped them down the stiff column of flesh, pausing only for a moment before making the return trip back to the plum-sized glans at the tip. As I watched, she made several return strokes, sucking deepling on Nik’s prick, making sounds clearly speaking loudly of her enjoyment of his flesh.

For his part, Nik was moaning softly, his eyes half-shut as he craned his head down to watch his sister. He had one large hand slowly trailing through her hair; the fingers sifting the long strands as her head bobbed back and forth. His growls were mostly in Russian, peppered liberally with spates of “Mmm, yes!” and “So sweet, little sister . . .”.

At one point, Kita slipped his prick out of her wet mouth and grinned at me. “Mm, it is you who are sweet, my brother!” Smooching his dick, she popped it back in and made more wet sounds of bliss.

For myself, I was shaking with a sudden rush of heat. Fuck! Watching Kita and Nik like this was turning me on something fierce. Looking down briefly, I saw that Kita, at some point during this sex-play, had managed to pull up the front of her skirt and had a hand tucked under the front of her panties. From the way the fabric bulged and moved, she was clearly working her pussy with one hand while she sucked her brother off.

God! I couldn’t help myself. By then. I’d somehow got my skirt up around my waist and had my right hand jammed down the front of my crotch. I had two fingers plugged into my snatch, while I rubbed the wet head of my clit with the pad of my thumb.

Soon, all three of us were moaning with the sensations generated from our manipulation of two pussies and one thick cock. The bliss radiating out from my own sex had me rooted to the floor. There was no way in Hell I was going to be dissuaded from stopping, even if something as drastic as an act of God happened just then. Clearly Kita wasn’t going to end her actions; if anything, she was wrapping her mouth even tighter around her brother’s prick.

Yet, it was nearly the shock of Kita’s next words that sent me flying out of her bedroom, when she pulled Nik’s prick out of her sucking mouth and turned to look at me. “Sherry, Liebling . . . do not just Jill yourself all over my carpet. Come, for my brother has more than enough delicious cum for both of us.”

Oh, my . . . Fuck! She just didn’t say what I thought she said!? I gazed at her through glazed eyes, my hand still entrenched in my panties, now still as a dead fish, as I processed her words.

When she saw my hesitation, Kita waggled Nik’s prick and said, “Come, dear heart. You’ve watched us long enough. It’s time you sampled just how scrumptious my brother really is!”

I felt like I was in a daze. I knew I should’ve stopped jilling off and got the hell out of there, yet my body refused to listen to that small, sensible part of my brain. Unable to stop myself, I scooted across the carpet and got up close on the other side of Nik; now just inchest away from Kita’s face and her brother’s turgid cock. This close, I could see how wet his dick was from the mix of pre-cum and her saliva, as well as smell the musk of his maleness and the honeysuckle-scent of her pussy.

Encouraged, Kita fisted his prick slowly, watching me with lusty eyes. “Yes, Sherry . . . come, my brother is very scrumpcious. I think you will love the flavor of his cock.”

I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded as I edged closer to the hard dick in her hand. Without further prompting, Kita tipped it to the side, offering the thick cap to my slightly-parted lips. From the moment the head grazed my lips, I literally mewed as I felt the pure heat through my skin, tasted the slick, salty flavor of his pre-cum and felt my nose fill with his unique scent. Opening my mouth like a baby bird begging for food, I let Kita feed Nik’s intimate flesh between my lips.

Soon, Nik’s sighs and moans took on a new pitch as he felt my wet tongue wrap around his cock; feeling every ridge and vein bulging through the slick skin as his sex thickened further in my mouth. I began sucking his dick with all the enthusiasm of a neophyte discovering something they really, really liked doing . . . and believe me, at that moment I really, really did like sucking on his hot dong. Soon enough, I felt the large paw of his hand palming the crown of my head, guiding me as his hips slowly bucked forwards to meet my mouth.

I soon felt Kita’s face next to my own; her cheek pressing in as she tried licking against the side of her brother’s prick as it pumped in and out of my face. Not one to begrudge her, I let Nik’s wick slip away from my lips so Kita could get her fair share. With a murmured sound of gratitude, Kita slurped him up with relish, sucking him for several moments before letting him pass back to me. In due course, between the two of us we swapped Nik’s cock back and forth several times; drawing his pleasure out and bringing him closer and closer to the edge of his own release.

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CHAPTER 14: THE MOTHER

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Introduction: The sexual adventures of a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960s. Chapter 12 turned out not to be the last, because two more chapters were needed to deal with the sister and the mother of Melanie, the girl from Chapter 12. Chapter 13 recounted the sex with her sister. Now Chapter 14, and last, covers the final adventure.

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Chapter 13 closed on the Sunday morning of my weekend with Miranda. She and I had that night together, but I have described my experience with her sufficiently. Perhaps because of its sweetness and my sense of the end of an era in my life, I have been looking forward to writing about my time with Joanna.

Melanie ran me back to the school after my two nights with her sister. Melanie and I could not have intercourse because she was still periodic. But she promised she would collect me again the next Saturday evening, and then we would see.

However, it was not Melanie but Joanna who was driving when the car pulled up beside me. As I got in beside her, she switched off the engine, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, ‘Bad news, I’m afraid. From your point of view, anyway. Mel has gone to Oxford. Her boyfriend begged her to take him back, and she decided to give him another chance. I told her you would understand.’

‘Of course,’ I said. ‘I hope they make a go of it.’

‘That partly depends on whether he’s willing to make love as she tells him.’

I made no comment, and she went on, ‘Manda got an invitation to spend a weekend a few miles away with a young man she met recently. I urged her to go, because I think she rather likes him. So, you’d probably like to stay here, or do something else this weekend.’

Was that a question or a statement? I said, ‘You know, Joanna, what I’d really like is to go home with you.’

‘Well,’ she said, ‘Of course, you’re welcome. The weather is good. We could have some walks, and I can cook some nice meals, probably better than the ones you get here.’

‘Those things would be good,’ I said, ‘But I was hoping we might get closer than walking and eating together.’

She shot a glance at me, looked away and said, ‘What do you mean?’

I said, ‘You know what I mean.’

She looked me in the face intently. ‘You don’t mean it.’

I picked up her hand from her lap and held it. ‘You know I do mean it.’

‘But I’m an old woman, fat and past it.’ She was, however, beginning to tremble and her voice was quavery.

I put down her hand and made to slip my hand under the hem of her cashmere jumper.

‘What are you doing?’ She asked.

‘I’m trying to get my hand up your sweater, because I want to feel your breasts.’

‘You mustn’t do that,’ she said, but her trembling increased.

‘Would you like me to, though?’ I asked and persisted with the sweater.

She said nothing, but did not prevent me, and she didn’t pull away when I leaned across the handbrake to kiss her. Her lips were full, soft and responsive.

My hand burrowed under the lower edge of a bra-cup and was soon clasping a full, heavy breast, and relishing the big, stiffening nipple.

Suddenly I realised her bosom was actually heaving in my grasp, and she withdrew her mouth, because tears were running down her cheeks.

‘Oh, Joanna,’ I said, ‘I didn’t want to upset you.’ I withdrew my hand.

‘You have no idea how long it is since someone did anything like that,’ she sobbed. ‘Since someone wanted me.’

‘I want you very much,’ I said. ‘Your girls are delightful and I loved being with them, but you are a mature, beautiful woman. I have thought so much about you since we met.’

‘You really do mean it?’

‘You know I do.’

‘Since Geoffrey left, only one man wanted me, and he just used me. I felt nothing.’

I ran my hand up under her tweed skirt. In those days, before tights or pantyhose, the hand slipped over the stocking and came onto bare thigh, and encountered the suspenders. In some positions these actually held open the knicker-leg, the elastic of which came next.

As my hand reached her thigh, Joanna trapped it through the skirt and said, ‘You mustn’t go in there.’

‘Why not? Are you having your period?’

‘Oh no,’ she said, ‘All that’s over. It’s just rather wet.’

‘Wonderful!’ I said, ‘It shows you’re excited.’

‘Geoffrey used to say it was like diving into a swimming pool.’

‘But I’m longing to dive in,’ I said, and I pressed on with my hand, to find that her ribbed knickers were, indeed, soaking. Then I slipped my fingers in and found them enmeshed in slippery wet hair.

Her trembling became shuddering as I probed about in her vulva.

‘You’d better stop,’ she said, ‘Or I’ll have an organasm.’

I had homed in on her clitoris and she was writhing with the pleasure of it.

‘Why not?’ I said, ‘It would be delightful,’ and I caressed that little, or not so little, spur nestling at the top of the forested, flooded vulva.

She reached for me, clamped her lips to mine and rocked bursa escort her pelvis back and forth, shaking, and panting though her nose, till she went rigid and let out a long, deep sigh.

Fortunately, there had been no traffic or pedestrians along that twilit lane.

As she calmed, I removed my hand, which was well coated in her sweet goo, and she said, ‘I told you I got wet. I used to be very quick like that, too. Geoffrey didn’t like that. He wanted to finish first himself, and I could come along afterwards, provided he went on with my cloritis. But he got bored with that, and I had to do it myself. He didn’t like that, either. Eventually he didn’t go into me at all. He mansturbated on me.’

Her daughters’ amusing versions of sexual terminology clearly originated with their mother, as they had told me. But if the language was amusing, the account of her marital intercourse was not.

‘I gather Geoffrey left and moved in with his mistress,’ I said.

‘Yes, he did. He said she was tighter and didn’t squelch. Of course, she was half my age, and hadn’t had two children.’

‘Since then you’ve had to take care of yourself, then.’

‘Yes, but it’s not so good. Mind you, Geoffrey had stopped paying attention well before he went, so the monsturbating started earlier.’ I liked ‘mons-turbating,’ which was clearly the term for female self-help, while, suitably, ‘mans-turbating’ covered male activity.

‘Joanna, I’m desperate to go into you, and I want to attend to your clitoris for as long as you can keep coming.’

‘We’d best get off home, then,’ she said, smiling, but as we motored she proposed we took our time, had a meal, relaxed and then settled for the night. I readily agree. But I also asked if I could see her bottom before she started and a petticoat and there were the damp, beige-coloured viyella knickers, tight over the bulging cheeks.

Eagerly I pulled the knickers down and rejoiced at the size and roundedness. I stroked and licked with a fierce tenderness.

‘Geoffrey said I had an arse like a donkey. He thought it was funny to say I had the arse of an ass.’

‘What you have,’ I said, ‘Is the magnificent arse of a voluptuous woman, and I’m longing to enter you under it.’

‘Geoffrey never did that. I don’t think he ever thought of it, and he wouldn’t have wanted so. But now I’m going to pop upstairs and tidy up.’

She stood and took the knickers off, and I took them from her and buried my nose in them. The musky, salty, vaginal scent was, as I said, ‘Intoxicating.’

‘No-one ever said that about my pants before,’ she said, taking them and smiling.

She stood close to me, looking up and smiling, and a great tenderness swept through me. Her abundant pepper-and-salt coloured hair hung round her face. Her dark eyes had crow’s feet at the corners and her lips were wide and dark red, without make-up. I was moved that this wonderful, mature woman was willing, no keen, to let me make love to her, admire her, pay tribute to her ripe beauty. I took her in my arms for a long, patient kiss.

Without haste she cooked us a light dinner, and we drank our coffee in the sitting-room. Then I washed up while she went upstairs to the bathroom. I felt exultant, a little daunted at the challenge of giving satisfaction to a woman who apparently came easily but had had no lover for a decade or more.

Upstairs I entered the third bedroom I had been in and found her sitting in a silk dressing-gown on the edge of a double-bed with the covers neatly folded back. It was warm and there was a scent of talcum power.

‘Let me watch you undress,’ she said, ‘I haven’t seen a naked man for so long I’ve almost forgotten what one looks like.’

Facing her, close to, I slowly took off my clothes. She stood and ran her hands over my chest and stomach, turned me round and ran them down my back. She patted my bum, turned me back, and said shyly, ‘May I?’ Taking my half-erected cock in her hand. Of course it became fully hard as she gently squeezed it.

‘May I?’ I asked, loosening the belt of the gown, and she nodded.

She was bare-breasted but wearing clean knickers. She said, ‘I was getting wet again, you see.’

I took the gown off her and we embraced and kissed. When that stopped, she said, ‘You could go into me, but it may a bit loose.’

Gently I manoeuvred her backwards onto the bed and stood back to enjoy the view.

Her heavy breasts flattened a little and hung outwards. The dark red nipples were long and the areolas enormous. Her stomach was rounded, her navel deep. Beneath, lay that dark, tangled jungle, with the half-hidden glen into which the intrepid traveller might venture.

I knelt on the bed and spread her legs, watching her vulva. The lips parted a little. Her entrance was clear, and, yes, oozing. I lay down between her legs and applied my lips to her dark-red, out-turned. They tasted of soap, musk and salt.

‘Ooh! That’s so nice!’ She said wonderingly. ‘But isn’t it a bit, well, disgusting?’

Removing my mouth a moment, I bursa escort bayan said, ‘No, indeed. You’ve had a wash and it’s a privilege to do it, and very exciting if the lady enjoys it.’

‘That’s what you did with my little Melanie, isn’t it?’ She asked.

‘Yes. But I’ve only just started. I want to suck your lovely clit, like this.’ I wrapped my lips round the top of the crease and sought the clitoris with my tongue.

‘So soft!’ She said. ‘Oh! That’s lovely. I didn’t know this could happen.’

Her clitoris was tumescent but pointing down the vulva, which meant I could suck it out of the labial folds, and slip my tongue-tip under its little glans. She responded instantly, lifting her mons and trembling in anticipation of orgasm. I quickly thrust three fingers into her vagina, and after at most two minutes, as the trembling increased, she said, ‘The feeling’s coming. It’s nearly – ooooh!’

I rested my cheek on her stomach. She stroked my hair and made little murmuring sounds, and after a while said, ‘That’s different from monsturbating. Much nicer. Don’t you want to go into my vangina now?’

‘Not yet,’ I said, ‘There’s plenty of time for that. Meantime I’m wondering if you can come again.’

‘Oh yes,’ she said, ‘I can usually do several organasms.’

I resumed my attentions to her vulva, and slowly moving to her clitoris, which had relaxed a little but soon came erect again. This time she came even more quickly, and, I guessed, more intensely.

By now she was extravagantly wet and my face was covered in that, salty, slightly ammoniac, yet almost sweet, glaze, and I reached for her knickers to wipe myself, and her.

‘Please go into me now,’ she said. ‘I would like you to be in there.’

I was soon leaning over her and feeling for her entry with my penis end. It slipped in and slid all the way.

‘Is it too big?’ She asked. ‘Does it hold you enough?’

‘If this is swimming,’ I said, ‘Let me never stop. Yes, it’s a bit loose, but there are many ways of dealing with that.’

‘Tell me what to do,’ she said.

‘Well, you can put your hand down over your entrance and let me go through your fingers. Yes, like that. One of the joys of that is that you’re going to make me come. Yes, move your hand like that round me.’

‘Geoffrey would never have asked me to do this,’ she said.

‘More fool he.’

‘Are you going to “come”? That’s the word, isn’t it?’ She asked.

‘That’s right, and I am going to come, yes. Do that with your hand. Yes, just like that. That’s delicious.’

‘You’re getting even harder. Does that mean you’re coming?’

‘Yes!’ I shouted. ‘Now!’ And I thrust through her hand, deep into her cunt. It felt as if I were emptying into a warm, health-giving, well.

‘That was so exciting,’ she said. ‘I was really doing it, wasn’t I? I could feel you coming with my fingers, and then it was happening inside me.’

I slipped out of her, slid myself down the bed, and once again felt for her clit with my lips and tongue, taking her by surprise. Till, as I had suspected would happen, the stimulus of my coming brought her erect, and she was ready yet again to come, and did so with a gurgling cry.

‘That’s all I can do for now,’ she said. ‘But can you come again? Geoffrey never did it twice at one time. Occasionally he did it night and morning, but that was all.’

‘I need to rest a little now,’ I said, ‘But I haven’t forgotten about going into you from the back. In a while the sight of your bottom will get me ready again.’

‘Do you know,’ she said, ‘This is a bit like being a virgin again. I feel as if what I did with Geoffrey didn’t count really. Of course it brought me my lovely girls, but I always felt there must be more than what he and I did together. He seemed almost angry when he did it, as if he resented wanting me at all. Perhaps he didn’t want me, but he wanted sex. What he wanted in the end, apparently, was that girl in London.’

We settled into a loose embrace and talked a little. Then fell asleep, and when I woke up I was looking into her eyes, which were full of affection.

‘Joanna,’ I said, ‘I can’t think of a greater joy than to wake up like this.’

‘Are you ready again, then?’ She laughed. ‘I think you are. You just looked at my boosooms and went hard.’

‘Are you ready again, too?’ I asked.

‘I think I might be,’ she said.

‘Well, talking of your boosooms,’ I said, ‘I’ve neglected them so far, but they might like some attention,’ and I moved down the bed to bring my mouth to the left one, while my left hand sought out the right nipple.

Both nipples speedily erected and she said, ‘I never realised the tongue was so useful for making love.’

I stopped sucking a moment. ‘Don’t tell me Geoffrey didn’t suck your nipples.’

‘Obviously I don’t need to tell you that. He would have thought that was for babies.’

‘You have the most amazing nipples,’ I said, ‘So long and hard. Delicious.’

‘Geoffrey -‘ she began.

‘Geoffrey didn’t like them. Yes? escort bursa He wouldn’t have. They were too big and frightening,’ I suggested.

‘In the end he wanted me to keep my bra on,’ she told me.

‘Aha!’ I said, feeling into her vulva, ‘You’re beginning to flow again. So, good-bye boosooms for now.’

I wriggled down to get my mouth to her clit again, and caressed it with my lips. It swelled between them, and within two minutes she was on the brink of orgasm.

‘Wait a minute,’ she panted. ‘If you go in from the back and I touch my cloritis I shall come and we could do it together, couldn’t we? That would be so good.’

She was soon on her knees, head down, offering her extravagant spread of bottom.’

Between those abundant cheeks her whole cleavage was glistening with love-juice, and her vagina was open. As I brought my penis to it, she reached back with a hand between her legs to guide me in, and as I skated home she tucked a couple of fingers in alongside.

‘If I do this I can feel you come and rub my cloritis at the same time,’ she said.

No further suggestion was needed. I eased in and out slowly, and she moved her hand a little back and forth, so her fingers slid against my cock, and, I could feel, against her clit.

‘Are you coming?’ She asked. ‘I’m coming. Come with me!’

She jabbed her fingers in as I delved into her depths. My semen burst forth as she clenched her bottom in another orgasm.

We collapsed sideways and lay panting, still joined. She withdrew her fingers and moved her hand to hold me as I shrank and slipped out. This was curiously comforting. She was certainly using her imagination and extending her experience.

‘That was very wonderful,’ she said, ‘Coming together like that. So much I didn’t know about. When you said you wanted me I hardly dared hope we could do things like this.’

‘Joanna,’ I said, ‘You are not only learning fast but becoming a superb lover. It is such a delight to be making love with you.’

We were now both spent for the moment, so slept again.

We didn’t make love when we woke, knowing we had a day and a night, without discussion agreeing to save ourselves for later.

We walked, ate, drank coffee, then ate, drank coffee, walked, drank tea, ate dinner. It rained on us in the afternoon, but we were glowing with enjoyment of our time together and hardly noticed.

Soon enough we were back in her bedroom, and I was undressing her, relishing the removal of every garment. As I undressed, she lay on the bed and said, ‘Before my menopause I used to get even wetter. I was ashamed about it, but now I’m not.’

‘Quite right,’ I said, ‘It’s part of being a woman, a woman being herself with a man.’

‘Look,’ she said, ‘It’s already coming out of me. I can feel my vangina getting ready, and I would very much like it to make you come without my hand.’

‘You shall, Cinders,’ I said. ‘Let me lie on my back and you straddle me.’

We moved suitably and she said, ‘Like this?’

‘Yes. Get your cunt over my cock, lower yourself and guide me.’

‘I think that’s a very rude word, isn’t it? I’ve never used it, but now I’m going to say it, because it makes me feel very sexual. I’ve got a cunt. I’m going to put you into my cunt. You’re going to come in my cunt. Here you go, into my cunt.’

‘Oh, that’s perfect,’ I said, ‘Deep in your cunt. It’s so hot and wet. I feel as if my whole body is inside you.’

‘Shall I go up and down, like this?’ She asked.

‘Yes, but lean back a little. Like that, yes. That makes you a bit tighter, and I can also get my fingers to your clit, like this.’

‘So you can,’ she said. ‘I’ve never been on top of a man, like this. It makes me feel as if I’m in control. I can go up and down and take you into and out of my cunt. Oh yes, that’s nice, your holding my bottom, as well.’

‘You are in control, Joanna,’ I said. ‘You can make me cum like that. But it would be good if you came, too. So, tell me if I’m touching your clit the right way, and then tell me if you’re going to come, and clench your bottom, and I’ll come.’

‘That’s another word I like, “clit.” Short for “clitoris,” then, not “cloritis” at all

‘Whatever it’s called,’ I said, ‘It’s a gem. It’s big and hard and I love it.’

‘It loves you. And it’s going to come. Yes, it is. I want to go faster, is that right? I’m sure it is. Clenching my bottom now! That feels right. Here I come. I’m coming! Are you coming? Yes, yes, I can feel you in my cunt.’

I clutched her bottom tight and she leant further back as the orgasm rocked her, and we rode the wave for a long moment, till she collapsed onto my chest and we lay panting.

At last she said, ‘It’s a shame you’re falling out. I can feel your spermen running out, too. I’m proud I could make you cum with my cunt like that.’

‘I would guess Geoffrey was a one-position only man, I said.

‘That’s right. He wouldn’t have wanted me to be in control.’

‘You were in cuntrol,’ I said. ‘A new word.’

Her breasts were squeezed between us, the hard nipples pressing into my chest, and that sealed a time of such happiness I felt tearful. So when she raised her head to look into my face she said, ‘Oh dear, your expression is so sad. Is something wrong?’

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*Disclaimer*

The following story has a lot of sensitive elements. For one, women are ruling the world and the world being in a matriarchal society where men are essentially slaves. Second, mind control with women at the helm. Finally, there is incest within the story in a society that doesn’t have qualms about it.

*Author’s Note*

Well, this idea has been in my head for a while. Not a proud moment to write, but hey, sometimes the art dictates. My hope is that this story delves into some cool things and shows a world of interesting possibilities. There should be more than one chapter, but I am not sure where to go after this chapter. If there is more, it will be different stories per chapter. Like a magazine issue, you know? I don’t. Could be different short stories with varying aspects of lives within the society. Which means each chapter will be super long. Well here goes…

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Men are precious commodities. Sally knew this fact and so did every woman in the world. It was for the good of humanity. At least that is what everyone said. The fear of men ruling again was always in the mind of women and so they took to the one thing they knew how to control men; with sex.

The male race was born into sex. They were still expected for breeding, but in the end, that was really all they were used for. That and pleasure. Women had cut all of their rights and introduced man’s education into this new world at a young age. They were sex slaves essentially, and woman kept him at bay by keeping his sexual appetites satisfied. This placation presented an issue that had to be solved. Women weren’t all that involved into wanting to commit to the amount of sex each man would need for peace. Augmentation was born in that moment and at birth, women were immediately augmented to increase their sexual desire at puberty, turning every woman into a sex addicted nympho that had to have men’s cum in them.

Sally had felt guilty about it at first. When her first male had been brought to her, they both had been eighteen The ripe age for breeding and so far, he had given her one son only, but that was because after her son was born, she had gone on birth control. Any more than one, and the child would be taken from her. Still, the issue of the boy who had first knocked her up needed to be addressed.

At eighteen, he was viral and Sally loved that. She probably was too liberal with him, but he could make her scream for hours on end. That didn’t fully answer why she was so liberal, but then she didn’t have a reason for it other than the fact that when she wasn’t fucking him, she learned that men were capable of more than just sex. As she thought about him, she grew sad.

Her time with him was coming to an end because their son was reaching sexual maturity. Within the week, her lover would be taken and placed elsewhere. No doubt it would be a pleasure house. That was her lover’s goal anyways, for months now he had been studying and earning different certifications to work in one. Each one gained was an excuse to reward him, but Sally didn’t need an excuse to have sex. Cravings for pleasure plagued her body and often it distracted her at work. It did every woman, but Sally was glad enough to be able to afford an actual live-in lover instead of having to visit a pleasure house.

One thing that they were warned about the sex was never let the male get it by his own means. Sex was something to be controlled by women. Men had their time, they had screwed up the world and how society ran today was a testament to that.

Sitting naked on the couch, Sally absentmindedly stroked her pussy. It was plump and swollen, already begging for attention. She had just woken;, the youngest was still asleep in his room, confined there until she let him out. Her lover had been out all night on a permit taking a test. A marathon certificate and as wetness coated her fingers, she hoped he had saved enough of himself for her.

Sounds of sex wafted into her apartment, bringing her attention to it. Sounded like her neighbor next door, a woman who was as insatiable as she. Quickly, her fingers began working in and out of her snatch, filling the room with a pleasant scent of strawberries. That scent was one of the few augmentations she had. With a press of a button and a few dollars, there wasn’t almost literally anything she couldn’t change about her body. The few exceptions were the few augmentations required by law.

The law augmentations were put into a woman as soon as she was born. There were three of them. First a hormone port that allowed an individual and the state to mess with hormone levels. There was an actual law on estrogen levels and how much of the state sexual serum was present in the blood. There was even a daily test at work that had to be taken, which could affect wages if the levels were too low and weren’t excused by a doctor’s note. The second was an augmentation for an increase in sex drive. bursa escort This augmentation was a hit and miss though on when it activated. It was supposed to turn on when puberty hit, but for many women, it malfunctioned and at young ages, their bodies matured fast and began craving sexual attention before eighteen. Sally had been one of those that the serum had activated early. The third and final augmentation was one that allowed for more augmentations.

Sally had few of them. Besides the smell of her sex, she also had an augmentation for eternal youth, perky breasts and really defined and plump labia. The last was because she loved the way they buzzed in arousal and even more when they were slammed up against. Her lover seemed to love them and while her finger probed them, her thoughts turned to her son.

What was she going to do? Incest wasn’t frowned upon anymore. In fact, it was encouraged by the belief that mothers knew best on how to raise a child. Plus, it also ended major issues within society. Who owned a male child, the mother or the state? A mother owned her son unless it was only the first born, so there are no legal ramifications of with incest, unless the mother got knocked up once again. Law stated that incestuous relationships could not produce offspring and so the males were given a vasectomy.

Spreading her lips, she stroked her sensitive clit with a finger and moaned in pleasure. Laying her head back, she was fast approaching orgasm when the sound of a key sliding into a lock sounded. Her lover was home and he walked in, much to the delight of Sally.

“Lover. you’re home.” She said looking at him. He closed the door behind himself. They exchanged smiles, but he looked tired. Even his suit looked disheveled. Just called lover was another thing that was done if the male was owned by the state, as only the state could name them and often didn’t until they reached adulthood. Her Lover was of average height. Everything about him was average, down to his cock, which was thick and lengthy. Even men were augmented, all to please women more. Sally had wanted to augment him more, add some fun feature, but the state had to approve them and to request things meant a lot of paperwork. Worse, too many changes and the state may take the male away in fear

“Yeah, but not for long.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, almost panicking at his words. He reached into his inner suit pocket and handed her envelope. No kiss or anything before he disappeared into the apartment. Opening the letter she read its contents. After reading, her hands shook in despair. His test last night had gone so well, that he had been fully certified to work in the pleasure house. The state thanked her for her tutelage and had already given her a substantial bonus for her efforts. As such, he was to immediately report to his new work after a reasonable time given to gather personal effects.

That was it then. Her lover was leaving. They had even given him a name to make it official. Jason was printed at the bottom in gold letters.

“Jason,” she said. Without really knowing why the name brought her to tears.

“Don’t cry Sally, it will be okay,” Jason said, suddenly next to her and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“I can’t help it. I thought there would be at least a week more. What am I going to do?” She asked. Her gaze fell on the wall while her tears blinked away.

“What you agreed to. Look, we have a son, use him, and teach him. I know it will be different being that it won’t be like us, because we learned together, but he is a good kid. A fast learner I think, plus as you own him, you will be able to augment him too.”

“It isn’t about that.”

“I know, but you asked me what to do. I don’t want him in the system. Better you then a bunch of random women. Besides, he isn’t younger than I was. Just take it slow.”

“Why did we have to have him?”

“Because the state makes you if you get pregnant.”

He was right about all of it. As much as she didn’t want him to leave, the prospect of breaking in a new lover was exciting.

“Can I ask one more favor?”

“Anything, Jason.”

“Give him a name and register it. Can you name him Gavin?”

“Why Gavin?”

“It’s what I wanted to be named.”

That broke her heart, but she agreed to his request. She then asked him a ton of questions on how she should handle Gavin. He was only nineteen , and already past the year, the state recommended for sexual instruction.

“I don’t want you to go,” she said.

“I have to. Don’t worry, he will learn fast.”

He came around the couch and pulled her up for a hug. The closeness reignited her desire for sex, but she didn’t force it.

“You could stay and teach him.”

“I can’t. I told you last week that’s what we should do. If I stay any longer I risk losing my position.”

She hugged him tighter and they parted without another word. He left the apartment and Sally fell to the couch, unsure of how to proceed. It bursa escort bayan would have been nice for one last lay, or even a chance to give him a proper goodbye. And it was a goodbye. If she ever tried to contact him again, the state would arrest her. Once a male was removed from a household, the state didn’t wish for contact again in case of issues arising from attachment. Men were for the pleasure of all women when owned by the state. The bell rang from her son’s room, signaling her that he was awake.

The alarm sounded every morning, set off by a doorbell button right next to the light switch in his room. At Jason’s request, Sally had let him build the boy’s room into a tiny apartment, complete with even a fridge and its own bathroom. Not that he would need it much anymore, but he was locked in the room every night mostly for his own safety. If he wandered out of the apartment, some woman looking to have an unregistered sexual partner would surely grab him up. If not that, then the authorities would and he would automatically be pulled from her care.

Getting up, she went back to her bedroom to put on clothes. Her son had only seen her naked once, and it was by accident. Even though she wouldn’t have minded showing him now, the words of Jason rang true and she remembered how awkward it had been for both of them to be naked the first time together. She had been lucky he was understanding and luckier still her mother could afford to buy her a male at such an age. Sally knew on her current salary, hopes of buying a man would have taken years of savings, which would have been impossible to get because her needs would have her spending money in the pleasure house.

Going into the bedroom, she decided to wear loose, fitting dress. There was no need for anything else, but she did up her brown hair in a bun and did put on some make-up, which was really just some light powder and red lipstick. Sally was a beautiful woman to look at, and she had an intelligence to go with it. She went to the kitchen to make breakfast, being that it was only eight and on her way she unlocked her son’s bedroom door.

In the kitchen, she decided to make a big breakfast. Eggs, hash browns, bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice were made. She hoped the smells would drag her son out of his room and it worked. Groggily he walked in, rubbing his eyes. He was wearing his blue pajamas. It was good then that neither of them had much to do that day. He didn’t have school and she didn’t have work.

“Hey honey, sleep well?” she asked.

“Yeah mom,” he replied sitting at the bar in the kitchen. She laid a plate of food in front of him which he devoured quickly. She joined him.

“Where’s big bro?” he asked.

“He had to leave. He graduated last night.”

“Oh,” was all he said, returning to his food. Sally studied him, each moment making her heart pound harder. Her pussy began buzzing, even more, reminding her that it needed to be taken care of. There wouldn’t be much longer until all of her thoughts were on pleasure.

“Did you learn anything cool in school yesterday?”

“Not really.”

He scooped up the last of his eggs onto the fork. Sally had eaten a bit, but by the time he was finished, it wasn’t much. She didn’t want to eat anymore. Pushing his chair away, he ran over to the sink and washed his plate before putting it away. Sally studied him, wondering what type of man he would grow into. Jason had grown into a thoughtful lover and she hoped to transfer that same thoughtfulness to him.

“Son,” she said and he stopped dead in his tracks. She had never called him that before. “I am not done talking to you. Sit back down.”

He obeyed, looking at her puzzled when he got situated back in the chair.

“Yeah, mom?”

“I want to let you know, that I have decided to name you.”

“You have?” he asked. There was excitement in his voice.

“You would like that?”

“Yeah. Everyone in my classes on the screen has names except me. My teachers just call me twenty-seven.”

“Well, it’s Gavin. Gavin Lee Stuart.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“Jason came up with it.”

“Oh cool, I can’t wait to see him.”

Her heart sank. The next parts of the conversation were her telling him that Jason wasn’t coming back. It was just them two now.

“So what are you going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, our teacher told us about sex and everything.”

She laughed at that.

“Son…Gavin, that’s why we need to talk. You are going to have to take over for Jason.”

“You mean, with sex?”

“Yes.”

His eyes dropped to the floor and he turned red. Heat rose in her cheeks too and it became difficult to sit still.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Do we have to?”

The question surprised her. Never before had that even occurred to her as a possibility. Even when Jason and her first met, he knew already that he was there to pleasure her. Gavin had asked a question so far outside the realm of acceptance escort bursa that she was bewildered.

“Hasn’t your teacher taught you about this?”

“She has said that boys are meant to be for a women’s pleasure, but not much about sex or rather the act of it. There are articles online about it.”

“I see and you aren’t interested in it?”

He looked up at her.

“Mom,” he started.

“Call me Sally.”

“Sally…why would you want me over Jason.”

She didn’t but she couldn’t tell him that.

“Why do you think I do?”

“Well, he is always here for that. Plus, you spent more time with him than me.”

Which was true and Sally began to see that maybe that decision had been a mistake.

“I noticed that, and it is a reason why he had to go, so I could spend more time with you.” she lied. Truth was she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. If she did that, there was a chance that within a few days she would lose Gavin too if he refused to have sex with her. It wasn’t unheard of, but when it happened, not only did she lose the potential partner, but when word got out, she would be shamed. She got up and stood in front of him looking into his eyes. “I love you Gavin, and I promise more time with mom, with me, will be fun.”

He hugged her and then went to his room. She was sure he was upset over Jason but unsure of how to react to it. She meant the love part but knew that she hadn’t spent the time with him she should have. Not only that, this would have been easier too if she’d listened to Jason. He could have made this easier, she only now realized. Looking at her plate of food she intended to right the wrong she had done to her son. The neglect and lack of instruction meant that she had failed to prepare him for herself.

Sally found him in his room lying in his bed. He didn’t even look at her as she came in. Clothes were everywhere, something she would address. There were some action figures on shelves and a few pictures of women hanging up. At least she knew he was starting to be interested in women. Pulling her dress off and tossing it to the side she got into his bed. He yelped in surprise.

“Relax honey; I want to make it up to you.”

She reached out and put a hand down his pajama pants.

“Mom no,” he cried out, but her fingers worked him up to hardness.

“Were you lying out there?” she asked, her body already responding to the situation. He moaned in reply.

“Take your pants off,” she said.

He managed to kick them away, and as soon as he had, she shifted to be looking at his crotch. Leaning over it, she saw that he was starting to just come into his package. Nowhere near average size she knew that he was smaller but that was due to his age. Jason came into his full length by twenty. Like him too, Gavin was also circumcised. Her hand explored the virgin cock and Gavin wiggled.

“Don’t resist me,” she said as she rubbed his pecker. It was only about six inches long and had little thickness to it. He was moaning now and she could see that his eyes were closed. Kneeling on her feet to get more comfortable, it rubbed her swollen labia against the soles, coating them in hot wetness and sending a shiver of pleasure through her. Trying not to concentrate on it, she leaned down and sucked her son’s cock into her mouth.

The entire thing fit pleasantly in her mouth. The soft skin covered his hard cock and pressed against it with her tongue. Giving him head was a good first step. Her own resistance to using him as a new lover quickly faded as she sucked him off. Gavin himself grabbed her head and wiggled back and forth. She thought at first that was trying to get away but realized that as she continued that he was overwhelmed by the sensations her mouth was giving him. Smiling, she slowed down and sucked on his dick gingerly while looking up his body. He was so much smaller than her and more disappointing was the fact that his cock wouldn’t do much for her until it got bigger. Plus, there was the issue of Jason’s dick stretching her out and it would be a few weeks before she even tightened back up. She couldn’t augment the thing, not until it grew naturally. Better to let it grow on its own than risk damaging it or him.

Thankful to have tapered down her ministrations, soon she was rewarded when Gavin began convulsing in release. She didn’t suck off Jason a lot, fearing that it would give him too much power in the relationship, but she did enjoy taste of cum and would suck him off when she could without giving into the fear. With Gavin, she would have to come up with a reward system for him to use so she could suck him off more. After his orgasm died away, Sally slurped off his cock and sat back on his bed. With a moan, she rolled his thick virgin seed around in her mouth, enjoying the taste immensely.

“Did mommy’s boy like?” She said after swallowing the treat

“Yeah,” he said through heavy breaths.

“Good because it’s time for mommy to get some relief.”

He shifted around until he was sitting in front of her. His eyes went wide staring at her bare perky breasts. They were nice to look at but not very big.

“You like them?”

“Yeah. Can I touch them?”

“Yes, but move so mommy can lie down.”

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“It’s Earth Day at last.”

“Yeah, Outdoor fucking begins today.”

“Even though in this part of the country, most folks have to wait til May, or even summer, it’s great we have our hot tub, to get the early jump.”

My wife Mallory was idly stroking my cock as we floated away a lazy afternoon in our back yard hot tub. With any luck, this would be a prelude to great sex, perhaps not just here, but perhaps later again in the shower. Or the hammock . Or the bedroom. Or the kitchen. Or all those places.

Mallory might be monogamous, but she never met a marital sexual adventure she didn’t want to try. She had a hot body, still in great shape after several years of marriage, all the curves in the right places. Right now, with her auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the spring sun freckling her fair skin, she could pass for a high school cheerleader seducing the quarterback. Which was how we had hooked up at eighteen. When Mallory spoke, though, it was not the straight up proposition I expected.

“You said you would tell me your hot tub fantasy for Earth Day. Well, it’s that time, honey. It’s not just this nice Earth Day weather that’s making this root of yours grow.”

Spring had indeed sprung in our back yard, and the hot tub was filled every day by several of my wife’s beautiful bouncy sisters. When I had struggled writing a story for Literotica’s Valentine’s Contest, she had inspired me by teasing me with ideas of sex with those sisters. In the very hot tub we were now enjoying. I had foolishly promised to spin a fantasy about that for Earth Day. I would have agreed to anything, since at the time, Mallory was denying me a much needed orgasm. Now, she wanted to collect on her blackmail.

“Maybe you should invite your sisters over, and I’ll show you. “

“Show, not tell, the writer’s motto?”

“Mantra, Mal, but you got the idea.”

“The idea that you want to fuck my sisters.”

Her expression looked angry, but there was a teasing tone to her voice, and she finally broke into a grin, her hand still tightly gripping my cock, which was surging to fullness from the combined effect of her stroking and the taboo of fucking four sexy sisters.

“What man wouldn’t?” I wanted to see where this might lead.

“I admit, Bridget doesn’t help by continually teasing about doing a three-way. I bet you’d love her curves. Soft but firm. She might have had to give up competitive sports, but she still works out daily. No wonder you have nude hot tub fantasies about her.” Mallory’s Valentine adventure had included her older sister in a central role, but I knew Mallory still clung to her self-image as a straight one man woman. Not that I minded, especially since when it was my erect cock she was clinging too. She shifted in the hot tub, letting me see her ripe breasts, not quite as big as Bridget’s, but still firm.

“Well, I can already see her curves just fine in her bikini. It doesn’t exactly hide much”

“I mean more than see them. I mean live out your fantasy. Which you still haven’t described to me.”

Her breathing was becoming faster, as she tickled my balls with one hand, still stroking me with the other.

“Well, the version I told you at Valentine’s included the twins.”

“I wish I never told you they like to share. Although, with their beautiful long blonde hair, I can understand how any man might get excited by them. Personally, though, I prefer B’s voluptuous body, or even my curves, to their skinniness. They have hardly any boobs at all.”

“From what I recall though, it doesn’t take much to make their nipples hard. Even some nippy spring air would do it.”

“You are such a perv, scoping out your little sister-in-laws’ nipples.” I knew now that the fantasy or the idea of my being a perv at least, was exciting her as well. She stroked me rapidly, snaking a finger under my butt to stimulate my prostate.

“Hey, I told you. In my ultimate Earth Day fantasy, all four Good sisters are naked in this hot tub, celebrating nature the natural way.”

Mallory blushed so deeply even the tops of her ripe breasts turned crimson. Despite the warm water, I noticed her nipples were stiff.

“I have a confession to make. Sometimes, when the twins don’t have school, they come over in the afternoon and we sit here naked drinking wine. I always figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Too bad I never snuck home early from work.”

If she kept stroking my cock, her expert fingers teasing the head, I would come way too soon. I had to find a way to turn the action towards her.

“While I’m confessing, I might as well tell you- I always fantasized about that happening. It got me so horny, if you weren’t coming home, I might even have licked Krista or Claire, just like I imagine you doing. Except of course, no one can lick just one. Do one; you’d have to do them both. Then your tongue might be too tired to treat me properly.”

“Maybe one could eat you while I taste her twin?”

“Oh…is that in your fantasy?”

“I bursa escort love the idea of Krista sitting on the edge of the tub, leaning back, balanced on her hands, tits thrust skyward as my tongue dances circles around her clit. I would tease it slowly a long while, because my concentration would be split, watching Claire sampling your honey pot.”

Mallory, as if reading my mind, hoisted herself onto the hot tub deck, assuming the position I described for Krista, but staying near enough so that she never relinquished her grip on my cock. Her fingers were acting like a cock ring, restraining the load of sperm building in my balls.

“I hope she at least kisses me first.” Mallory dragged me closer, using my shaft as a handle. She kissed me, my lips substituting in our imagination for her sisters. Mallory moaned deeply, laying back, hands behind her, cherry tipped tits seeking the sun.

“More than that.” I replied as we broke the kiss, “She bathes you with her tongue, starting with your ears, and then tracing a line across your nose.” Claire, I think, has the personality to be the most intense kisser of the Good sisters. “I saw her kissing her boyfriend at the wedding. If she does it the same with you, her hand will grip your head, so you can’t back away. Her lips will be inside yours. She will inhale your tongue. If you’re too shocked to properly tongue wrestle, don’t worry. The snaking action as she rolls hers from cheek to cheek will start you up.”

“I’ve never thought kissing a girl could sound so …so …hot.” Mallory’s mounds heaved as her breathing quickened.

“It wouldn’t end there, of course. At the wedding, Claire and her date sorta disappeared into the coat room. Here in our yard, on Earth Day, Claire would eventually come up for air. Her hard nipples pressing into your flesh, she would tease you with a tiny peck on the chin. Then, she would lick down your neck, pausing to nibble lightly while you caress her hair. She would ask your permission to leave a mark.”

“What would I say?”

“You would reply, ‘why not, everyone will just think I have the world’s hottest marriage still’.” I licked a line of sweat off Mallory’s chin, running my tongue down her neck. I nibbled lightly.

“Ouch. I do still have a husband who is hot for me. But I thought I made it clear on Valentine’s Day that the thought of my sister kissing my cunt was out.”

“That was Bridget we talked about then. This is a foursome with the twins. I’m betting your resolve would dissolve.”

“I still want your cock just for me.”

“Well, then someone better bring a strap on.”

“That’s even kinkier than your fantasy of Bridget swallowing chocolate flavoured douche flowing out of my cunt.”

“I seem to recall that as your idea, not mine.”

“It’s still a long leap from there to any of use doing lesbian toy sex with each other. Except the twins. I bet they do it together.”

“You also said you might lick my cum out of B if I told you this fantasy.”

“You aren’t anywhere near finished. You haven’t told me everything Claire does to me. And what about you and Krista?”

“Well, you said you want my cock all for yourself, but she might come just from watching Claire licking you while I do the same for Krista. My tongue doing the things that you’re familiar with. Claire’s doing the things to you which Krista loves so much. Variety really may be the spice of life.”

“But first, I’m sure Claire would want to taste my nipples.”

Mallory was really into the play now. I obliged her by licking down her throat slowly, carefully swallowing each droplet of water off her tan skin. My nose nestled into the valley of her breasts, my late day whiskers teased her nipples. Mallory moaned, arching her back. “I can picture watching your tongue exploring the crevice between Krista’s labia while Claire does just what you are doing,” she murmured.

My tongue darted from her right nipple across to her left, describing a circle around the cock like erections. I suckled the gelatinous mounds momentarily, imagining that Claire would be as anxious as a man to resume the journey towards Mallory’s pleasure center. My enthusiasm was doubled by the sense of my own possible joy in tasting Krista.

“Are the twins shaved?” I asked.

“They have such fine wisps of hair down there, they don’t need to bother.”

I glanced up, pausing in my oral explorations. Mallory’s flushed skin once again was not concealing a crimson blush. I waited until her confessional mood resumed. “Another thing I never told you. Dear. Though, or maybe because, they never shave themselves, the twins love it when I let them shave me. In fact, they usually do it while we’re skinny dipping away the afternoon here in the hot tub. The first time, we had so much wine I was too drunk to even consider the erotic undercurrents. Now, every time they refresh it, I try to talk them into letting me clean them up.”

“I bet Claire wants to lick around your navel every bursa escort bayan time it’s her turn to shave those few downy hairs away that straggle up towards it from your cunt.” My tongue circled her belly button, imitating what I described.

“I know that Krista plays with her clit every time it’s her turn to watch. I wonder if she fantasizes that Claire is eating me, while you draw circles around Krista’s love button with the tip of your tongue and slip a finger along side, just like you’re doing to me right now. As I picture it, Claire would stare you right in the eye, and would start mimicking your moves. She would quickly discover how excited I get by the narrow edge of a tongue sliding between my cunt lining and my clit, then bouncing my clit on the flat of the tongue.” Taking my cue, I slid my tongue swiftly across Mallory’s tummy, around her thigh, and provided the stimulation she craved.

“I bet Krista would go nuts from how I draw my flattened tongue up a wide spread pussy, trying to lap both walls, and lick all the wetness out.” I demonstrated this manoeuvre on Mallory. She purred in appreciation.

“You are just like a big puppy dog. No wonder I don’t need any other men, when you eat pussy so divinely. But tell me, what would you do about your swollen member while you are eating Krista? I know how stiff you get slurping cunt juice.”

“That’s where I see B coming in. I picture her having arrived late, hopping right into the other side of the tub as we four play. Watching, sipping a nice gin and lemonade, and relaxing a while. From what you say, she isn’t quite as used to the nude hot tubbing, so maybe she starts with her bikini on. Despite how adventuresome as she is, perhaps the twins’ enthusiasm startles her at first. She came over hoping that she would find you and me celebrating Earth Day.” I paused to roll my tongue around Mallory’s erect clit, bobbling it on the tip. “She never thought she would find an orgy developing.”

“I did tell her how that Earth Day is usually the first day of the year it is warm enough for skinny dipping,” Mallory said while panting for breath, “and ….” she paused now, blushing, which is quite amazing given her arousal, “…and I told her that almost inevitably ends with the year’s first outdoor fucking. She said she really would love to watch that.”

I reached up to tweak Mallory’s nipples, causing her to moan and lift her hips off the deck, her clit slamming against my teeth. I nibbled gently at her love button.

“Watching is all she wants to do?” I asked.

“I think she still has the three-way in mind. I don’t think she has ever given up on that idea since our wedding. I know she’s told me she won’t get married until she finds a guy who makes her pussy ache the way that looking at you that day excited her. Plus, of course, she says he’ll need to accept her love of threesomes.”

“Maybe you should find a guy to marry her that excites you,” I teased, switching from nibbling her clit to licking her pussy walls while diddling the nub with a finger.

“How many times must I say I’m a one man woman to convince you?”

“I might believe you, but you also say that you never would have sex with your sisters. The idea of the latter obviously excites you.” I emphasized my point by stabbing an index finger up her butt. When Mallory winced, I bit her clit, a bit less gently. “So how do I know what to trust?”

“After all these years, you don’t trust me?” Mallory froze in position, suddenly somber. I needed to let her know I was just kidding.

“I guess if you followed through with eating B, I’d have no reason not to trust you completely. I always have before, but if that promise was reckless, how do I know that other things you say in the heat of passion aren’t suspect?”

Looking up from my licking, I saw Mallory redden to the deepest crimson ever. “You haven’t finished your story yet, though,” she replied, “so I don’t have to.”

“It’s hard to talk and eat at the same time.”

“Well, bring me off, and then we can rest while you talk.”

“It’s so much fun acting out Claire’s part though.”

“I doubt she would talk with her mouth full. I bet she would watch you slide you finger under Krista’s ass to stimulate her anus and copy that, knowing you learned how much I like that part. Yes, yes, just like that.”

Mallory’s words came further apart as my actions followed her instructions. Her ass swiveled on the tip of my index finger as my teeth grazed her labia. My tongue slid along exploring inside her pussy, at once tasting familiar terrain, but also triggering my imagination as to how different Krista might be constructed. Would her young pussy be tight, or was she so sexually active that my whole face would be swallowed once her petals opened like a flower? Would she taste like spring dew, or more pungent, earthy, womanly? If I got to eat each twin in turn, would they taste identical? My mind raced with these thoughts, but that just made my tongue work faster, roaring escort bursa like a buzz saw through Mallory’s sopping cunt.

I hoped the neighbours were at work. They might call 911 about Mallory’s screams, or come to investigate the noise. Which, as I thought of it, seemed like not a bad idea. We did have some very attractive neighbours and Earth Day was all about celebrating things that come naturally.

Mallory’s moans returned my thoughts to the immediate moment. My cock ached, sticking out from my body, half in the warmth of the hot tub, otherwise dangling in the relatively cool spring air. Krista’s orgasm would likely feel equally intense on my tongue. It was hard to imagine spasms traveling back onto my tongue more fiercely than Mallory was producing in real life. Her fingers clutched clumps of my hair, using them as handles to twist my face deeply against her humping pussy, rotating my teeth on her swollen clit. I closed my eyes and pictured Krista doing the same, her long lean body shining in the sun just like Mallory’s ample curves did now. The erotic possibility was enhanced even further by adding the imaginary symphony of moans as both Mallory and Krista came together. My mind raced ahead, wondering how Claire’s need to come would be met. Was that a solution to the question of where my cock went?

My balls, however, insisted that Bridget fit my cock best. I ached for her tongue wrapped around my shaft. Her teeth teasing my glans. Her fingers caressing my balls. Bridget palming my shaft. Her hand was a bit smaller than Mallory’s, but still large enough to grasp my girth. I pictured her sliding under my body, her being half submerged in the water, head bobbing up and down.

“Bridget the mermaid,” I mumbled aloud as Mallory’s gyrations temporarily pulled her away from my lips. She laughed so loud I was sure the neighbours would come investigating. The laughter however quickly gave way to screams of orgasm as I stabbed my tongue fiercely against Mallory’s thumb like clit.

Mallory collapsed backwards, sprawled out on the apron of the hot tub, glistening with sweat. She grabbed by shoulders and hauled me up beside her. Tell me what Bridget the Mermaid would do for you,” she said.

“She would slip between my body and the edge of the tub while I ate Krista. By this time, I think you would have come already, so Claire and you would be watching. Claire would be diddling herself, probably hoping you would return the favour and lick her.”

“I bet that’s your fantasy, not Claire’s. Certainly not mine. But continue.” Mallory’s hands wandered slowly along her soft tanned body, grazing her sides, brushing her nipples, teasing her own clit. Her eyes shifted from my face to my groin. My cock bobbed a friendly hello in her direction.

“I think B would start by playfully tweaking my nipples.”

“I bet she’d bite them. Probably hard enough to hurt. I hope the pain wouldn’t pull you away from Krista.”

“I might pull my head back for a moment, but I would cover up by sliding forward to kiss Krista’s nipples, and then lick back down to her cunt.” I demonstrated on Mallory’s body.

She shuddered. “If the first orgasm was an earthquake, that was an aftershock. It’s like there’s waves of energy from my tits to my clit.”

“I think Claire would do that for you while Bridget started bobbing up and down on my cock, swallowing the entire swollen length in the first mouthful, and then pumping it with her first. Instead of just moving her head, I think she would continue sliding her whole body. You and Claire would see her massive boobs breaking free from the surface of the water, a pair of whales at play. Then they would crash down again.”

“Oh, sweetie, B and I have talked technique. You are right she loves to give deep throat. She has a talent that she can swirl her tongue like a snake around the shaft quickly enough to wrap once around before she raises her head again. Some strokes, she keeps the tongue softly around the shaft, drawing it up. She unfurls it as she passes the bottom ridge of the cock head, making sure to tease the pee hole with the tip of her tongue.” Mallory paused, blushing again. “She says that she especially likes when she can taste a drop of left over pee.”

Another pause. Now the blush coated Mallory from tits to toes. “In fact, she once asked me if you ever pee in my mouth. B had one boyfriend who did that. She really gets off on it. But I guess in your fantasy that can’t happen. You’re hard, and clean of residue by being in the hot tub.”

“In my imagination, good old fashioned cocksucking is fine.”

“B says that swallowing urine recycles the energy, which otherwise is lost.”

“I suppose she might be right.”

“Some women feel the same way about sperm. I still want all your energy for me.”

“Does that mean my story telling is done?”

Mallory hauled me up fully onto the tub deck, a firm grasp on my hard cock.

“It means keep talking while you fuck me.”

She directed my tool to her ready waiting pussy. One quick glance showed that dew like drops of wetness glistened in the sun. “I love outdoor fucking. Earth Day never comes soon enough to start the season,” Mallory said, “I could celebrate this way all year.”

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Brief Backstory: The setting is Middle America in the late 1970’s and Lute (The Root), our hero, is a well-hung 18-year-old who has just finished high school and is vacationing with his family at their lake house. As a lead-in to this story, check out “The Root and His Aunt Barbara”. And per usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters are consenting adults.

*****

After watching the threesome show of his mom with his Uncle Jack and Barbara, Luther crept to the backdoor of the lake house, entering quietly and as he slipped into Barbara’s room. Knowing Barbara would be along soon, he lit a candle and then stripped down to his briefs before getting comfortable on the bed.

It wasn’t long before Lute heard a tap on the door, and when it opened, it wasn’t Barbara, as he had expected. It was his big sister, Bridget.

“Hello, Lute,” Bridget said with a smile as she entered, “I thought I’d find you here.”

“Hey, Bridge,” he said, though unsure why she was there and what was going on, “What’s up?”

“Not much. I just got home and thought I’d stop by for a bit,” she said with a sly smile. “So, is Barbara still next door fucking mom and Uncle Jack?”

Stunned, Lute wasn’t sure how to reply, so he fumbled around for a bit before answering, “Now wait, you know about what’s going on with them too?”

“Yeah, I found out a couple of years ago.”

“So you’ve known about mom and dad and Jack and Lynn for two years!” He asked in an incredulous voice, “Do they know that you know?”

“No, they still think none of us kids are on to them,” she replied with a laugh, and then referring to their cousins, said, “And as far as I know, Tim and Jeff are still clueless.”

“But Barbara knows that you know, right?” Lute asked, still trying to fit together the puzzle pieces of his confusing family.

“Yeah, Barbara and I’ve talked about it. Pretty wild, huh?”

“Damn straight, but why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought about it, but then I figured it was their deal, and that I should let them have their own private lives,” she said, somewhat sheepishly, “Sorry, I know it’s a shocker. But what the hell, it makes them happy, so who are we to judge, right?”

“I suppose,” Lute said quietly while mulling over the whole situation again, “And from what I saw last night, it definitely makes them all happy.”

“And you’re now banging Barbara, right?” Bridget went on.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve joined our family’s bed hopping association,” he answered with a chuckle, “And what about you? Are you getting any family action?” He had asked this as a joke, so he was surprised by his sister’s response.

“Well…I didn’t just stop by Barbara’s room for some deep intellectual conversation,” she replied with her same sly laugh.

“Meaning what?” Lute asked, still trying to figure out what was going on.

“Meaning, Barbara and I have fun together sometimes too,” she answered through a big grin.

“You and Barbara? Really?” he said with surprise, and then after a moment added, “Hey, you’re not gay, right?”

“No, silly,” she said as she pulled a pillow from a chair and tossed it at her brother, “But I do get nasty with girls sometimes. So I guess I’m technically bi-sexual, but I’m mostly just sexual – I love to fuck. And our Auntie Barbara is a great fuck, don’t you think?”

Lute, moving closer to understanding what was really going on, replied “Yeah, no doubt about that,” but then after giving it more thought said, “So, you came in here tonight to hook up with Barbara?”

“Kind of,” she said, but then somewhat shyly she went on, “She told me you two had plans for tonight. And I, well…I was thinking maybe you’d be okay if I, uh, you know… watched.”

Hearing this gave Lute pause. His sister was three years older and she was entering her senior year at a college in the city. She had stayed up there and worked the past two summers, so the two of them hadn’t spent as much time together as they had in the past, and were less involved in each other’s lives. Lute knew she had an active sex life – though he had been unaware that it also included women – but sex wasn’t something they ever talked much about.

But he did know that his sister was intrigued with his big cock. That had become obvious after the second or third time she had “accidently” walked in on him in the bathroom they shared at home. She always apologized and rushed out, but not until she got a good look at her brother’s thick ten-inch member.

So he considered her proposal while he quietly sized her up. Whereas Lute resembled their dad, Bridget was a younger version of their mother. She had her mom’s same thick mane of dark wavy hair and pretty face, and a similar body shape – with the same set of great tits.

And just as she had found ways to get a gander at her his big cock, he had done the same by peeking in on his comely sister in various stages of undress when she didn’t know he was around.

As these thoughts ran bursa escort through his head, Bridget continued looking at her brother with a shy smile. But before Lute could frame a response, the bedroom door opened and in walked Barbara.

Freshly showered and wearing a light robe, Barbara regarded both Lute and Bridget and chuckled, “Hey, gang!” And then the 40 year-old vixen leaned over and gave Bridget a long sexy kiss before she slid onto the bed and did the same with Lute. Then snuggling up against him, Barbara smiled at the siblings and asked, “So, have you two discussed why you both happen to be here in your Auntie Barbara’s room at this late hour?”

“We were just getting into that,” Bridget replied, “And he’s trying to decide how he feels about having his virtuous big sister watch him get naked and nasty with our sweet aunt.” And then looking at her brother she added, “Is that a fair assessment of the situation?”

Smiling, he replied, “Yeah, that pretty much covers it.”

After a pause, Barbara looked up at him and said, “Well stud, given the show that I just put on for you with your mom and uncle, it does seem like it’s only fair to let your sister have a good seat for the next performance. I mean, it’s not often that a girl gets to watch a young guy with a huge cock fuck a hot older woman. Right?”

Mulling this over as he chuckled and massaged Barbara’s exposed thigh, Lute said, “I see your point,” and then looking over at his sister who was still standing by the door, he said, “Sure, what the hell. Have a seat.” And then he leaned over the bed and reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a joint, lighting it with the candle on the bedside table. “But this requires some mood alteration, don’t ya’ think?” he asked as he took a hit and then handed the reefer to Barbara.

“Absolutely,” she said as she took a long toke as Bridget sidled over for her turn.

And as the joint made a few more rounds, Bridget arranged a window fan to exit the smoke from the room.

They were all soon thrumming under the influence of the fine weed, and Bridget settled back into her chair by the window while Barbara and Lute began to kiss and caress.

“Mmm…” Barbara sighed as Lute slid his hand under her robe and began massaging her ass, “Your mom and Jack and I were just the warm up act, because you and I are gonna’ be the night’s featured performance, aren’t we stud?”

“No doubt,” Lute said quietly, still getting used to having his sister close by as his cock stretched his briefs.

“So don’t be shy, lover, ’cause Bridget is just dying to see you fuck me with that monster cock of yours,” she whispered as she slipped her hand into his shorts and began fondling his growing member. “And did she tell you that she and I get nasty sometimes, and that she loves to eat pussy?”

“Yeah, she sorta’ mentioned that,” Lute replied as he glanced over at his sister who now had one foot up on her chair, revealing the white panties she wore under her light sun dress.

“And did she tell you that a couple of times when she came to visit me that she got into bed with my ex-husband David and me and fucked with us like a demon slut?” she whispered into his ear, but loud enough so Bridget could hear.

“No, that didn’t come up,” he said as he looked over at Bridget again, who just shrugged her shoulders and gave him her sly smile.

“Oh, yeah,” Barbara continued whispering, “She’s just as nasty as your mother…or maybe even nastier.”

Looking at Bridget again, but now in a new light based on Barbara’s revelations, Lute slowly began to see his sister as the sexy creature she had apparently become, not just as his fun-loving older sibling.

“Oh, really?” Lute said with an incredulous chuckle, “Even nastier than mom, eh?”

“Mmm…I think so,” Barbara whispered as she continued stroking the shaft of his now erect cock as it stretched his briefs beyond their holding capacity. Then, content to let Lute mull over what he had just learned, she moved her head down to his crotch and began sucking on his cock’s engorged knob that was sticking out of the top of his shorts.

Dropping his head back against a bed pillow, Lute could only moan as Barbara pulled down his shorts and let loose his stiff ten inches of primed veiny muscle. And had he looked at his sister, he would have seen a look of lusty surprise cross her face when she saw her brother’s massive hard on for the first time.

“Oh, yeah…” Barbara growled as she drove her mouth over Lute’s distended wood and sucked it hungrily, grabbing its long thick shaft with both hands, “Definitely bigger than Jack’s,” she whispered as she attacked Lute’s monster, “God, what a family!”

Heating up, Barbara undid her robe and tossed it aside, joining Lute’s nakedness as she continued sucking on his swollen meat, her big fleshy tits now flopping against his torso. As she watched the intensifying action, Bridget slipped a hand inside her panties and began slowly bursa escort bayan working over her pussy as she watched Barbara and Lute shift into second gear.

“Look at the size of this, Bridget,” Barbara whispered as she removed her mouth from his cock but kept her hands wrapped around its thick shaft, “Have you ever fucked a guy with a cock this big?”

“Never,” Bridget whispered, sizing up the length and girth of her brother’s appendage while she continued fingering her twat. It was indeed an absolute beast, and just the sight of it made her pussy tingle.

When Barbara had invited her to join them that evening, it was with the understanding she would just be an observer. And she had every intention of sticking to that agreement. But as she watched Barbara’s big tits sway about while she deep throated Lute’s huge cock, Bridget became increasingly aroused and sensed that her resolve was slipping away. And without even being aware that she had removed them, she realized her panties were now off and she had two fingers slipped into her juicy cunt and was working it over with growing intensity.

After letting Barbara have her way with his growling manhood for a while, Lute was now sitting up and fondling her big tits as she continued sucking him off, “Oh, yeah, that’s right, suck it…suck it!” he moaned as Barbara drove his cock deep into her throat, gagging slightly as she came up for air, her mucous stringing off of his slick member like warm mozzarella from a pizza.

“Now come up here and give me your pussy,” Lute whispered. Getting up on all fours and straddling Lute’s torso in a classic sixty-nine position, Barbara settled her furry cunt down onto his face as she resumed sucking his huge boner while he slid his tongue into her gaping twat.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Barbara groaned as Lute drove his face deeper into her pussy and found her clit, which he began to tongue in earnest, “Oh, god, yes, Luther!

From her nearby vantage point, Bridget was pleased to see her brother go after Barbara’s pussy with such enthusiasm. Bridget had been with lots of guys who were clueless about how to please a woman. But what she could see of her brother, and from what Barbara had told her, he wasn’t just some guy with a huge cock that only cared about stretching out a girl’s pussy and then rolling over to go to sleep once he shot his wad. Luther was an attentive lover. And that filled Bridget with sisterly pride, as well as a growing lust.

Lute was now lifting his hips to drive his huge member deeper into Barbara’s mouth while he gripped her thighs and ass and ravaged her hungry cunt with his mouth and tongue. And this was driving her wild. “Oh, god, yes!” she moaned as sweat dripped off of her forehead and her moist body glistened in the candlelight, “Oh, yeah baby, yeah!”

It was soon obvious that Barbara was on the verge of a climax, and knowing just how to send her over the edge, Lute pulled her ass cheeks apart and shoved his fingers into her anus and began to finger-fuck her ass while he continued sucking on her swollen clit. And as expected, that did the job.

“Oh, fuck, Luther, I’m gonna’ cum, baby, I’m gonna’ cum!” Barbara hissed as she lifted her mouth off of his cock and sat back on his face, driving his mouth deeper into the damp mound of her cunt.

“Oh, god, that’s it…that’s it! Fuck yes, baby, oh, yeah!” Barbara wailed softly as a deep orgasm began to course through her body, making her gasp and moan as it did, “Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes…yes!”

And after her groans and spasms finally subsided, she lifted her soggy twat from Lute’s face and slowly climbed off of his torso and dropped down next to him on the bed.

“Oh, my god, that was amazing!” Barbara whispered as she tenderly reached over and touched his sweaty body, watching his chest rise and fall as he breathed.

And then looking over at Bridget, Barbara saw that she too looked blissful, with her head drooped back and her own patch of thick pussy hair sopping wet, fresh from a self-induced orgasm. So involved in her own wailing climax, Barbara had missed seeing Bridget rub one out.

Satisfied, but nonetheless aroused by observing this young woman’s beautiful swollen pussy, Barbara slipped off of the bed and went over to Bridget’s chair. Kneeling, she positioned her face between Bridget’s legs and began to kiss her inner thighs as she gradually worked her way up to her sodden twat.

“Mmm…that’s nice,” Bridget whispered as Barbara kissed and advanced towards her pussy. And when Barbara’s tongue found her red clit, she gasped, “Oh, yeah, that’s even nicer!”

It didn’t take long for Barbara to push Bridget back into orgasm mode as she expertly lapped on her pussy. And Bridget spread her legs wide apart and slid down in the chair so her cunt was completely available to her lover. As Barbara worked her face into her twat, Bridget lifted her sundress up and over her head and tossed it aside, so she now was only wearing the low cut white escort bursa bra that held her succulent breasts. And reaching behind her, she undid the bra’s clasp and pulled it off, revealing her big tits with their large dark areolas and nipples.

Lute was fascinated by what he was seeing as he lay back on the bed, his head propped up on a pillow and his eyes glued on his two companions. Grabbing his cock, he began stroking his huge member while he watched Barbara coax Bridget towards another orgasm.

“Oh, god, Barbara, that feels soooo good!” Bridget moaned as she ran the fingers of one hand through Barbara’s hair while the other grabbed and massaged one of her own big tits. “I’m gonna’ cum again…real soon…really, really soon…oh, god, yes!” And when she threw her head back, her body shivered and arched forward like she’d been shoved from behind, “Oh, god, yes!” she gasped, “Oh, yeah!”

Barbara sat back on her haunches on the floor as Bridget’s climax subsided, and then she stood up and straddled Bridget’s lap and gave her some long languid kisses. “I’ve got a guy with a huge cock over there waiting to fuck me,” Barbara whispered, “So you just wait right here and I’ll see you later.” And then giving her one more long kiss, Barbara slid off Bridget’s lap and turned towards Lute.

“My god, look at what he’s got for me, Bridget!” Barbara exclaimed when she saw Lute stroking his big meat that stood up like a mortar shell ready for fire. “Every time I see that thing all big and hard like that, I’m amazed I’m able to get it inside my pussy!”

Then turning back towards Bridget she added, “So, are you ready to watch your little brother fuck the bejeezus out of me?”

Bridget just smiled and nodded. The fact that she and her brother were fully naked and in such close proximity to each other no longer seemed quite so unnerving. And she made no effort to close her legs and conceal her drenched pussy, or to cover up her big luscious breasts. She was enjoying having Lute see them, and she also loved watching him stroke his long thick cock. Over the course of the past hour, she had grown to view Lute less as her little brother, and more as a good-looking guy with a huge cock. And when their eyes met, neither Lute nor Bridget looked away. Instead, they held the other’s gaze as if to say, “So, is this what we’ve been wanting to see for all of these years?”

Interrupting Bridget’s reverie, Barbara said with a salacious grin, “Your Uncle Jack fucked me up the ass earlier, so I’m planning to let Lute take my pussy. Sound good to you?” And again, Bridget just nodded and smiled.

“Alrighty then,” Barbara said as she turned back towards Lute and slid in next to him on the bed, “Alrighty then!”

The weed they had smoked earlier was sweet and strong, so all three of the lovers remained under the influence and with heightened senses as Barbara and Lute began to kiss.

“You ready to show your big sister how you plow my pussy with this big stud cock, Luther? You ready for that?” Barbara whispered to him as she stroked his thick meat.

“I’m ready,” he replied quietly as he grabbed her torso and began to pull her on top of him. But instead of mounting his cock as she normally would, facing forward, Barbara climbed on Lute in a reverse cowgirl position so she could face Bridget and give her a better view of the action.

Squatting and positioning her pussy over Lute’s huge erect cock, Barbara slowly eased herself down onto his meat, letting it stretch and fill her to the max.

“Oh, god, yeah!” Barbara whispered to Bridget as Lute’s thick tool continued to cram into her hungry cunt, “Oh, baby, fuck yeah!”

Making eye contact, the two ladies smiled seductively at each other as Barbara drove herself further down onto Lute’s pole, until at last it was completely enveloped by her stretched twat. Pausing momentarily, Barbara lifted up one of her big tits to her mouth and sucked on it while she continued gazing at Bridget, who watched lustily from her chair.

Then, rising back up on his cock as she spread her fingers over her pussy, Barbara lowered herself again. And she repeated this action several times, each plunge a bit faster than the one before, until soon she was bouncing frenetically on Lute’s cock while he held her from behind and drove his hips forward to meet each of her furious plunges.

Bridget was taking all of this in and becoming increasingly aroused by the sight of Barbara impaling herself on Lute’s amazing member, her big tits flopping about as he drove himself harder and harder into her wanton pussy.

Until at last, almost hypnotically, Bridget slowly climbed out of her chair and approached the two lovers, now determined to be closer to their carnal acts. Moving herself into the fray, she began kissing Barbara, kneading and grappling her big floppy tits as she did. And then when Barbara climbed off of Lute’s huge organ to move into a new position, before either of them knew what happened, Bridget took her place, mounting her brother in a classic cowgirl and driving her own hungry cunt down onto his monster cock so hard and fast that it stretched her tight snatch like never before, causing her to give a muffled scream, “Oh, my god!”

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Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or otherwise is entirely coincidental.

This is my first submission…

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It had been a loooong hot day. One of those sticky hot humid days when the air feels really heavy, and you’re just praying for some rain to come and relieve the tension. Gabrielle glanced at the clock for what was probably the fiftieth time today and was glad to see that she only had 10 minutes left until she finished work. She couldn’t wait to go home and attempt to cool down by jumping in a cold shower and then collapsing onto her sofa in just her underwear with her big fan blowing away on full blast. She just had to quickly finish a few things off and clear away her desk, then she could get out of there.

She didn’t have too far to walk home, but it was far enough in the sweltering heat of this particular summer evening that the humidity and tension started to become almost unbearable, so when it finally started to rain slightly Gabrielle was thankful and enjoyed the feel of the cool rain falling onto her tanned skin. She had just got back from holiday with her husband in Antigua. He had been on leave from the army during their break, but had unfortunately now had to go back over seas for three weeks. They both absolutely loved the Caribbean and tried to go as often as they could. Neither of them wanted to have any children, so were able to spend all their spare money on trips away and were already planning their next trip. They had particularly enjoyed Antigua though, because their resort had had a clothing optional beach. After they had got over their initial apprehension about going on there and getting naked in public, they never looked back as they had both found it to be a very liberating experience, not to mention great for getting an all over tan. After that they had gone on there everyday until their holiday ended, so Gabrielle now had a gorgeous glowing all over tan, much to the envy of her colleagues.

As she continued walking home the rain started to get heavier, and the sky seemed to be closing in and getting darker. In the distance she could hear the faint but unmistakable sound of thunder. She quickened her pace to try to make it home before the heavens really opened up, but couldn’t bring herself to walk too much faster in this still quite uncomfortable heat. Because it had been so hot today and also to show off her tan even more, she was wearing a tight short-sleeved white shirt and a little black skirt, so as the rain started to really come down, her bare arms and legs were getting quite wet which was at least cooling her down somewhat.

Tom, a colleague of Gabrielle’s, had left work a little while after her. He too had felt it had been a long day and was glad to be on his way home. bursa escort His wife was working late tonight, so he was really looking forward to cracking open an ice cold beer and relaxing in front of the telly watching the rugby. Tom worked in a different department to Gabrielle, but their paths crossed every so often and they would always exchange pleasantries. As Tom was driving home he spotted her walking along the path just up ahead and he could see that she was getting soaked by the rain. You couldn’t really miss her walking along and most of the guys driving past were checking her out. She was already a very attractive girl, but today she was looking particularly hot in her tight revealing clothing and especially now with her wet tanned skin glistening in the rain and her firm breasts gently bouncing away.

Tom pulled his car up beside her and wound down the passenger window. ‘Hey Gabrielle’ he shouted across to her. ‘Do you wanna lift somewhere?’. She had seen the car pulling over and being a safety conscious girl had felt a bit uneasy and defensive at first as she couldn’t quite see who it was, but when she realised it was someone she knew she couldn’t hide her relief and the corners of her mouth crept up to reveal her beautiful smile.

‘Hey Tom’, she exclaimed. ‘That would be great thank you’, and there was that gorgeous smile again. She got into his car and was immediately grateful for the respite from the now very heavy rain.

As Tom asked her where she wanted dropping off, he couldn’t help but notice her lacy bra showing through her wet-through white shirt which was clinging to her ample tits. He also couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his pants when his eye was drawn to her hard nipples poking though her wet bra and shirt, probably from the friction of her wet bra rubbing against her nipples while she was walked. He had always quite fancied her. I mean, it was hard not to really, but as they were both married to other people he had always put those feelings to the back of his mind. This was proving particularly difficult right now though with her in his car looking so hot and he found he was becoming increasingly turned on.

Now out of the rain and into Tom’s air conditioned car, but still completely soaked through, Gabrielle was actually feeling a bit chilly and felt a pleasantly satisfying shiver work its way slowly down through her body causing her nipples to harden even more and culminating in a tingly warm sensation in her pussy. She was almost slightly embarrassed that her nipples were now so prominent through her shirt that she crossed her arms to try to conceal them, but at the same time she caught Tom’s eye, then clocked his bulging crotch and realised he’d already noticed them and was obviously enjoying the view.

She had always secretly had a bit of a thing for Tom. All of the other blokes bursa escort bayan at work flirted with her openly, but Tom had always remained professional with her which she had respected. In a way the fact that he didn’t show that he fancied her at work had intrigued her and made her like him more. They had never been alone before now and she was enjoying the electricity and excitement she could feel between them. Not wanting this feeling to end, she uncrossed her arms to reveal her rock hard nipples to him again while looking him right in the eye. As they momentarily held each others gaze, it was clear they both wanted the same thing.

Tom decided to take the initiative and turned off the main road at the next turning and headed towards the woods. Seeing this, Gabrielle smiled to herself and started lightly caressing her sumptuous cleavage with her fingertips. They parked up in a secluded corner of the car park outside the woods and Tom switched off the engine. Gabrielle’s fingers had now eased her firm breasts out of her bra and were gently squeezing and pulling at her nipples. Tom couldn’t contain himself anymore at the sight of this sexy woman pleasuring herself in his car and unzipped his trousers to get his raging hard cock out of his boxers.

Gabrielle’s eyes widened and he saw that she was delighted with the size of his throbbing dick. Without a moments hesitation she leant over and slid her lips down over the head and down the shaft taking as much of his big cock in her mouth as she could. This forward move on her part took Tom aback slightly since his wife didn’t even like giving blow jobs, but he definitely wasn’t about to complain! Gabrielle slowly built the speed up until she was furiously working her soft wet lips and hands up and down his length, licking and sucking away, pausing only to look up into his eyes to make sure he knew how much she was enjoying it. Tom grabbed her long hair in his hand and pushed her head up and down deep onto his cock so she was now taking his entire length deep into her throat, which only served to make her moan with pleasure.

Still with one hand on the back of her head controlling the speed and depth of her sucking, Tom leant over and slid his other free hand between her shapely thighs easing her wet knickers to one side. His dextrous fingers worked in and out of her dripping pussy and played with her swollen clitoris until she couldn’t take it anymore and had to feel his huge dick inside her. She climbed over to his side straddling him as best she could in the limited space of the car, and hesitated slightly as she looked him right in the eye again before very slowly sliding her pussy down onto his cock.

Tom couldn’t believe how succulent and tight her pussy felt on his dick. It felt so amazing having her wet tight cunt sliding up and down his massive cock, taking every escort bursa inch, that he didn’t know how long he would be able to take it before he just had to let go and shoot his big load all over her.

They maintained eye contact throughout and kissed each other passionately both taking great pleasure in the sensation of her tight pussy working up and down on his swollen cock. She thrust her tanned bouncing tits into his face and made him suck her perfectly hard nipples loving the slight pain when he gave them a playful bite.

Tom knew he couldn’t last much longer like this so lifted her off and they climbed into the back seat. She knelt on all fours and presented her bottom to him. She turned her head back so she could look him in the eye again while he lifted her skirt up, pulled her knickers to the side and slid his throbbing manhood right deep inside her, taking her breath away for a second. He held firmly onto her hips and pumped away loving the feeling of her soft round ass pounding against him with every deep thrust. He was giving her a good rough fucking, which she was obviously enjoying very much as her pussy was absolutely dripping wet.

She reached down with one hand and played with her clit while he thrust his cock hard and fast inside her. She was relishing the sensation of taking his cock deeply from this angle so much that she wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

‘I’m… gonna… come’, she panted between thrusts. Knowing this only spurred Tom on and made him pound her even harder and faster. He was absolutely loving fucking her tight little pussy with his engorged dick and wasn’t going to last much longer himself. With the increased pace she seriously couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a loud moan while a powerful orgasm juddered through her body. Tom couldn’t believe that her pussy was gripping his cock even tighter as she came and had to withdraw before he came himself. When she saw that his big dick was covered in her juices, she immediately turned round to be on all fours facing him so she could lick her pussy juices off and enjoy having his massive cock in her mouth again. Yet again he grabbed her hair and forced her head faster and deeper down onto his shaft so he was giving her face a good fucking. She was so turned on by this and still managed to let out muffled moans between thrusts. Knowing she loved having her face fucked by his giant cock which was about to explode any minute made Tom unable to hold back any longer. He shot his load while still thrusting her face and pumped every drop of his cum deep into her throat, which she swallowed with a look of absolute pleasure in her naughty eyes.

After Gabrielle had swallowed the last drop of Tom’s cum and licked his cock clean, they climbed back into the front and started slowly heading back home. After Tom dropped her off Gabrielle took a cold shower as she had originally planned, and collapsed on the sofa in her underwear. She checked teletext for the weather forecast and smiled naughtily to herself when she saw that they were expecting rain again tomorrow…

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I had my eye on you at school for some time now. I’d seen you around but we had never had any classes together. However, I knew you were a cheerleader and had admired you for some time. I especially enjoyed watching you perform in your cheerleader outfit. Your sweater with the big EJ on the front did a good job of concealing the size of your tits. However, the short skirt showed off your great legs and nice, tight butt.

Finally one day I saw you walking down the hall towards me and as if I was Mr.

Cool blurted out, “Hi how are you? Are you busy Friday night?”

Before you had a chance to say anything at all I was thinking, ‘You idiot what are you thinking. This is a cheerleader, of course she’s busy on a Friday night.’

I was thrilled to see you smile back and me and say, “Why no, I’m not busy this Friday. How about coming by around 8 o’clock?”

“Great,” I replied. “So where do you live?”

“Do you have a sheet of paper? you asked.

I began to reach for a sheet of paper when a brainstorm hit me. I grabbed my pen out of my pocket with one hand and held out the back of my other hand and said, “Here, write it on the back of my hand.”

You reached out, took the pen and then my hand and began writing. ‘Mmmm,’ I thought, ‘her hand feels so nice!’ Involuntarily my cock began to stir. ‘Down boy, down!’ I thought to myself.

You finished writing then said, “I guess I better get to my next class. I’ll see you Friday night then.”

I replied, “Yes I’m looking forward to getting to know you. Speaking of which, my name is Rod.”

“Oh hi Rod, I’m Leigh,” you said. “I’m looking forward to knowing you too. See you Friday!”

“Goodbye Leigh,” I replied.

As I turned and walked away I felt as if I were flying in air. ‘God she smelled so good,’ I thought to myself. ‘And her skin is so smooth.’ Looking down at my cock I said, “And you young man had better behave yourself Friday night.”

The rest of the week seemed to creep by and it felt like Friday would never get here. But finally it arrived and I soon found myself on the way to your house. It took you a couple minutes to answer the door. “Hi Rod, thanks for coming over.”

“Sure thing Leigh,” I said, “I’m really glad to be here.”

“I am too,” you said. “Hey guess what, we’re in luck, my parents have gone to a wedding. They won’t be home for hours.”

“Oh really,” I replied with a huge smile, “how……….fortunate.”

“Yes, very fortunate for us both,” you replied.

We were stood there for a second not sure what to do next. I decided to break the ice and walked up to you, took you in my arms and kissed you. I could feel your body swoon as I held you tight, our kiss becoming more passionate. Within seconds I had you up against the living room wall with my tongue deep in your mouth, one hand mashing your boob and squeezing your nipple. My other hand up your dress, fingering your pussy through your panties till I could feel your honey running down the inside of your thighs.

You broke the embrace and said, “Whew, Rod, I’m soaked here. Give me five minutes, then come back to my room.”

I smiled and said, “You got it Leigh!”

As you walked down the hallway you turned and, with a chuckle, said, “Oh I will Rod, and so will you!”

Arriving in your bedroom bursa escort you quickly stripped off your clothes and stood naked beside the bed. You were still hot from that steamy kiss and the way I had ravaged your body so you brought one hand to your boob, massaging it for a few seconds then taking your nipple and tweaking it. With the other hand you reached down and pinched your clit, then moved down to feel your pussy, running your fingers up and down your wet slit. Soon your nipples were like bullets and your clit was hard and throbbing.

I stood there nervously for a few minutes, not sure if I should just strip off my clothes and walk in naked. I decided not to and when I walked through the door. As you saw me you stopped and put your hands on your hips. As I saw you standing there like that, a low moan escaped my lips.

“Well?” you said.

I stood there for a moment, staring at your incredible body and said, “Leigh, you’re incredible!”

I started toward you, stripping off my clothes as I went. I got down to my shorts before I lifted you up and placed you on the bed. I knelt over you, kissing and licking you everywhere, running my lips and tongue down the hollows of your throat and under your armpits, licking and nibbling your flesh. As I reached your boobs I squeezed them together, then began bathing them with my tongue, licking every square inch of your boobs moving from one to the other then back again. I tongued the underside of your heaving boobs and licked, sucked, then nibbled your hard, aching nipples. It was as if I couldn’t get enough of you now that I finally had you. I pulled on your nipples with my lips and sucked them, until you felt as if your boobs might explode from the pleasure.

Without hesitation I moved down and you, sensing my objective immediately spread your legs for me. I slid my hands under your butt and as I lifted you slightly your thighs opened wider for me. I paused for a second admiring your succulent pussy.

I looked up at you and said, “What a feast!”

I then dove straight into the folds of your pussy. I spread your lips wide with my fingers, forced my tongue deep into your ripe pussy and began alternately tongue fucking you and sucking your juices. Your hands went to my head holding it. I lapped at your pussy like a hungry puppy with a bowl of milk. I would flatten my tongue out and lick all around your mound, then suck and lick your outer lips from top to bottom. Softly, I would blow on your clit and then flick it with just the tip of my tongue. I would thrust my tongue as deep into you as I could and worm it around inside you until you thought you might pull out my hair!

After giving your pussy a good workout, I switched to sucking just your clit. I would take it between my lips and squeeze it there, feeling its hardness. Then I’d suck it inside my mouth and pull it gently while licking it with my tongue. I placed a finger inside your pussy, keeping my mouth on your love button. My finger fucking your hot, wet pussy, my mouth munching your clit, your hips began heaving up off the bed, your hands pulling my head as if you were trying to pull me inside your pussy. You then wrapped your muscular thighs around my head and squeezed me hard, holding me there. You lost it at this point, screaming and thrashing and cumming so bursa escort bayan hard for a couple of minutes. Finally spent, you released your death grip on my head and collapsed back onto your bed.

When you regained your strength, you sat up and told me. “It’s your turn now Rod, lay down here.”

I laid down on your bed and stretched out before you, folding my arms with my hands behind my head. Now it was your turn to take a good look at my body. You gazed at my chest then down to the bulge in my shorts then looking lower to my powerful legs. You began at my ankles running your hands along each leg. You reached my muscular thighs now, and slowed down, feeling their strength. Moving up to my hairy chest, you began moving your hands in a circular motion, feeling the muscles developed by the years of strength training. You then slid your hands to my nipples, and began running your fingertip back and forth across each one. You heard me moan and knew they deserved more attention so you took each between your thumb and forefinger and began squeezing and twisting them. You could feel them get hard and saw the flagpole in my shorts grow larger.

You then bent over and started sucking and licking my nipples and caressing my crotch through my underwear. After a minute you worked your way down and began nibbling my cock and balls through my shorts. When you stripped my underwear off, you found a huge cock with the most outstanding looking head you’d ever seen. And my balls were the largest you’d ever seen.

You went straight to work licking and sucking as much of me as you could, at the same time marveling as my cock continued to grow. You were beginning to have doubts that you would ever get that thing in your mouth, but you decided you would cross that bridge when you came to it and went back to work.

You concentrated first on just the finely-sculpted head, holding it inside your mouth and working your tongue all over it and into the tip. You let your saliva drip out of your mouth until my cock and balls was good and slick. You took the shaft in your hand and then began to pump my cock up and down in a corkscrew fashion with your one hand while massaging my balls with the other. All the while your eyes glued to my cock, watching with fascination your hand moving up and down like priming a pump. Finally you saw some pearly drops appear at the tip of my cock. While still pumping away you bent over and with the tip of your tongue gathered up those love drops and drank them down.

You looked at me and said, “What a fine cock you have Rod!”

You then lowered your mouth back onto the head of my cock, sucking and licking, sucking and licking as if it were a peppermint. By now I was groaning and making humping motions trying to drive my cock further into your mouth. You started licking my cock from the base to the tip, alternating your pumping hand with hard sucks on just the head, making popping sounds every time my cock left the tight confines of your lips. The veins on my cock were standing out like little mountain ridges, while the large vein began to throb. The mushroom-shaped head of my cock was glowing a red, shiny from the workout you were giving it. You gently mouthed then licked on my velvety tip, alternately slurping the pearly white drops from it with your lips.

You escort bursa love to suck cock and my moaning and groaning was really spurring you on. You wanted to taste my sweet cream, to feel it squirt over your tongue, coat your mouth and slither down your throat. As you furiously pumped and sucked my cock, making happy smacking noises, my moans changed to low grunts and I said, “I’m gonna cum real soon if you keep that up!”

You lifted your head off my cock for a second and looked at me saying, “Good. Let me have all you’ve got!”

I looked back at you and said, “OK Leigh, its all yours, I hope you’re ready for the mother load!”

You resumed sucking and pumping, faster and faster now. My cock grew even larger now, and with the throbbing you knew I was ready to explode. You lifted your lips to watch but kept your hungry, open mouth close enough to the tip so that you could catch my load while still pumping my cock like a jackhammer.

You saw my cock spasm and watched in astonishment as my cock began a gentle, steady throbbing. You seemed to sense that I was ready to explode so you stopped pumping and opened your mouth wide. My cock jerked then, like a cannon recoiling from a shot, it shook then spewed a huge load of hot creamy cum straight into your waiting mouth. You were taken aback by the force of the blast but held your position. You were rewarded by a second blast then a third. My cock seemed to pause for a second and you took the opportunity to drink down my tasty load.

My cock then began a rhythmic contracting motion then, like a volcano spewing hot lava, rivulets of creamy cum seeped from the head then sliding down the shaft onto your hand. My cum got more plentiful as it continued to run down my cock and coated your hand and then my balls. You quickly started to lap it up gathering it into your mouth then drinking it down then going back for more. You paused for a second in disbelief as hot creamy cum continued to pour forth from my cock. You licked my juice from your fingers then went down to my balls and tried to retrieve as much as you could. You were swallowing as best you could in between slurps.

You looked at my cock again, and in utter amazement, saw it start to throb again. You saw my cream begin to arc out of my cock in a steady stream. You couldn’t believe it. My cock, your hand, my balls and now the sheet beneath my butt were sticky-wet with this stuff – and I was still cumming. You finally went down on my cock, wrapping your lips tightly around it. I moaned loudly and you felt my cock jerk really hard and your mouth quickly filling up with my cum. You pulled back for a second to swallow then quickly covered my cock with your lips to avoid losing any more cream.

You sucked on my magnificent tool for all you were worth, but you just couldn’t swallow fast enough. Like a real trooper though you went back to work. My cock seemed to spasm once more then you noticed that the spewing finally ceased. You diverted your attention now gathering up all my cum. You cleaned my cock then your fingers. You then pushed my legs wider apart and went to work on my cum-coated but drained balls. Finally you managed to clean me up as best you could with your tongue.

You moved up next to me, kissed me and said, “Now that was an incredible show you put on there Rod!”

Tasting my cream on your lips and tongue, I replied laughingly, “How was that for a vanilla shake!”

With a huge smile on your face, you answered, “Mmmmm yummy! So delicious, and soooo filling.”

(to be continued)

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I have always been a fairly mild and meek person and would never get involved in any sort of confrontation and for that reason people seem to treat me rather badly.

As an 18 year old in his last year at school I had begun to rebel a little and although my parents told me off a lot I tended to ignore them and do what I wanted to anyway. One day just as term was about to finish my mum said that I was going to spend the summer holiday with my auntie Dee. She said that as I wouldn’t do as I was told with her, maybe auntie Dee could knock some sense into me.

Auntie Dee was Ok but a bit too strict for my liking and if I did the slightest thing wrong she seemed to delight in telling me off. She was a few years younger than my mum and although not fat was rather a large sort of person and often wore low cut t shirts which emphasised her large breasts. A few times she caught me staring at them and she would say ‘haven’t you seen a pair of breasts before?’

I had made friends with some of the other local teenagers but auntie had given me strict times of when I had to be home. Although I didn’t have to get up early for school, during the week I had to be in by 10.30 and on Saturday I was allowed to stay out until midnight.

After a week or so I was getting really fed up with her telling me off all the time. It seemed I couldn’t do anything right. One Saturday I went to a party in the village and had a little too much to drink and got home at 12.15. As I put the key in the lock she was suddenly standing there in her dressing gown and said, ‘you know the rules, it’s midnight at the latest and you’ve clearly been drinking, I’ll deal with you in the morning. I will not tolerate this behaviour in my house. You will do as I say, now get to bed and I want you downstairs at 8.15 to face your punishment, because believe me, you are going to be punished.’

I went up to my room and before dropping off to sleep wondered what my punishment would be. I was woken by auntie in the morning. She shook me and said, ‘It’s 8.15 I want you downstairs now, don’t bother to get dressed, just put on your dressing gown.’

I dashed into the bathroom, had a quick pee and washed my face and went down to the kitchen. As I walked in her face was like thunder. ‘Sit down,’ she ordered.

‘I’m really pissed off the way you’ve been acting since you’ve been here. I seem to have done nothing but tell you off and last night was the last straw. I’ve spoken to your mother and she agrees that you need to be punished, now come into the lounge with me,’ she said.

I followed her in. She sat on the sofa and I stood in front of her. As I looked down I could see down the top of her t shirt and I’m sure she saw me looking. She was wearing black shorts and she said, ‘take your dressing gown off and lay across my legs, you’re going to get a good smacking.’

I was very embarrassed as I took of my dressing gown and dropped it on a chair. I knelt on the floor and lifted myself onto her lap. I felt my cock squashing against her legs. Suddenly her hand came down hard on my arse. I yelled as it stung and she said, ‘Now are you going to do as I tell you?’

‘Oh yes, auntie,’ I replied.

‘That didn’t sound very convincing,’ she said. Her hand slapped down again.

‘Take your pants off,’ she ordered me.

‘Definitely not,’ I replied.

She shouted, ‘Take them off or go home to mum and dad.’

I stood up and dropped my pants. I have never felt so embarrassed. I put my hands in front of my private parts and covered myself.

‘Put your hands behind your back,’ she shouted.

I kept them in front of me.

‘OK then get dressed and go home,’ she said.

I didn’t want to go home and I reluctantly moved my hands and put them behind my back.

She giggled and said, ‘Oh dear, what a small cock, now I know why you kept yourself covered. Now lay across me and I can smack you properly.’

I did as she said and I have to admit that I liked the feel of my cock against her legs and then she smacked three or four times in quick succession. It stung but bursa escort also started feeling nice. I felt my cock growing as I pushed against aunties legs. She could obviously feel me growing as she continued smacking me and each time telling me how I had to start behaving. I was so aroused now that the pain was turning to pleasure.

Suddenly she stopped and said, ‘That’s disgusting, you’re getting aroused, stand up.’

I stood up and covered my erection with my hands.

‘Hands behind your back,’ she roared.

I did as she said and my erect 6 inch cock stood out in front of me.

‘Go and stand in the corner until you learn to control yourself,’ she said.

I went and stood there with my back to her, ‘Turn round so I can see you,’ she shouted.

I turned round and as much as I tried my cock would not go down. The cheeks of my arse were stinging and I liked the feeling. As I looked across the room to her I saw her large breasts almost poking out the top of her t shirt. The trouble is that just kept me hard. After a few minutes she said, ‘Well if you’re not going to be able to control yourself you’ll have to be punished even more.’

She went into the kitchen and came back with a table tennis bat. She sat down on the sofa and pointed to her lap. I walked over to her and leaned across her. She parted her legs and my cock went through the space. Suddenly the bat hit the cheeks of my arse and really hurt. I yelled out in pain. But I realised I was getting more and more aroused as smack after smack rained down on me.

Now I was rubbing myself against her legs and suddenly I knew I had to stop or it would be too late. I said, ‘Auntie, I really think you should stop before it’s too late.’

Just as she said, ‘What are you talking about.’

I spurted all my spunk over her legs.

She stopped smacking and said, ‘Whatever have you done, that’s disgusting, I’m your auntie, that’s very naughty of you.’

I stood up my cock still half hard. She looked at my spunk running down her legs and said, ‘I think you’d better lick them clean.’

She sat back in the sofa, her legs parted and I knelt between them and leaned forward and licked my spunk up. I had tasted it before many times when I wanked into my hand.

‘Let me see it in your mouth.’ She said.

I knelt up and opened my mouth and she could see my spunk in my mouth.

‘Swallow it,’ she ordered me.

I did as she said and swallowed it down and she said, ‘Now make sure you’ve licked it all off you disgusting little boy.’

As I knelt down again I could see up the legs of her shorts and I felt myself getting aroused again. I licked up and down her legs and even onto her thighs even though none of my spunk had gone there.

I was now very hard again and she said, ‘You need to be punished further.’

She stood up and beckoned me, she looked down at my erection again. She went upstairs and I followed her into the bathroom. She said, ‘I need to pee and you’re going to lick me clean.’

She lowered her shorts and as she sat down I saw the hairs in between her legs. I was standing on front of her with a hard on. I heard her noisily peeing. When she had finished she stood up and said, ‘Now lick me dry.’

I knelt on the floor and leaned towards her and put my mouth to her pussy. I could see the dribbles of pee on her hairs and I licked them. I loved the smell and taste. Then I felt her hands behind my head and she pulled me tight against her and rubbed herself against me. She was panting now and saying, ‘You disgusting dirty boy doing this to your auntie, you disgust me. How dare you lick my cunt and try to make me cum, you are filthy.’

All the time she was grinding her pussy against my face and talking like this. I couldn’t have got away if I had wanted too. Then I felt her cumming against me and she cried out louder saying I was a dirty fucker and had to be punished as she finished her climax. She released her grip on me and sat back down on the toilet to recover. She looked at my erection and said, ‘Wank yourself off now in front of bursa escort bayan me.’

I started rubbing my cock as I looked at my auntie. I asked, ‘can I see your tits auntie?’

‘No you disgusting boy,’ she shouted back at me.

I was rubbing myself faster and faster and knew I was going to cum. I wanted to cum over her but knew I would be punished again so I turned to face the bath and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into it.

‘Who gave you permission to climax?’ she asked.’ I told you to wank, I never mentioned anything about cumming, you’ll need to be punished for that.’

‘Now clean the bath, shower and come downstairs for breakfast, and leave your dressing gown on,’ she said.

She went downstairs and got breakfast ready. I rinsed the bath out, had a shower, put my dressing gown on and went down to the kitchen. There was a nice smell of fresh coffee and toast. I sat down with her and we had breakfast although we hardly spoke. As soon as we had finished she said, ‘Come into the lounge with me.’

I followed her in and the sat on the sofa, next to her were several items of clothing. She pointed to the armchair for me to sit down.

‘There are several things I need to speak to you about. I think you realise now that if you disobey me you are going to be punished and it will not be pleasant. When we in the bathroom I gave you permission to masturbate, I didn’t say anything about ejaculating. From now on if you want to masturbate you ask me. Is that clear? I may let you, I may not, I may tell you to do in private, I may say do it in front of me, do you understand?’ she said.

‘Yes auntie,’ I replied.

‘Another thing, you asked if you could see my tits. Now don’t you think that’s a disgusting thing to ask your auntie? I certainly do. If I had agreed what would you have done?’ she asked.

By now I was very embarrassed but also getting quite aroused and I could feel my cock growing beneath my dressing gown.

‘I wanted to look at them as I masturbated.’ I replied very sheepishly.

‘That’s disgusting, you’re a filthy little boy wanting to masturbate while looking at auntie’s tits. What else would you like to do to them?’ she asked, clearly getting aroused herself. There was nothing she liked more than dominating someone and she was having some fun with her nephew.

‘I’d like to feel them and, and, well suck them,’ I replied.

She stood up, her hands on her hips and glared at me and said, ‘You want to suck auntie’s tits, who do you think I am, your mother? Only mothers have their tits sucked by their children and they are certainly a lot younger than you,’ she said.

This language was arousing both of them. Dee was not, of course, offended by her nephew’s comments. In fact they aroused her immensely and the thought of his sucking her tits was making her nipples very hard and her pussy very wet.

‘You need to be taught that I am in control in this house, you’ll start by wearing my panties and a petticoat instead of your underpants and shorts. The weather is hot enough for that. It will teach you to control your pathetic penis, I just can’t do with it getting out of control and becoming erect. Some of my friends will be calling here while you’re here and you’ll continue to wear these clothes, is that clear? I know it’s embarrassing and humiliating but that’s the point of it,’ she said.

‘Now come over her and let me dress you,’ she ordered .

As she undid my dressing gown I could feel my cock was quite hard, not fully erect but certainly getting there. Then she took it off and then reached for my underpants. As she lowered them my cock sprang to attention.

‘Oh dear, here we go again,’ she said. ‘Why ever can’t you control yourself?’

‘I’m sorry auntie,’ I apologised.

She reached for a pale pink pair of silk panties and made me step into them. As she pulled them up my legs and over my cock I loved the feel of the silky material against me. Then she made me step into a similar coloured petticoat. I felt foolish but very aroused and my cock was now pressing against escort bursa my new panties and auntie could clearly see it.

‘Whatever am I going to do with you?’ she asked. ‘You know you have to ask me before you masturbate don’t you?’ Well are you going to ask me?’ she asked.

‘Actually I was wondering whether you would do it for me please auntie?’ I asked.

She stood up and said disgustingly, ‘You want me to masturbate you, your auntie, you want your auntie to masturbate you, next you’ll be asking to suck my tits,’ she replied.

‘Well that would be wonderful too,’ I replied.

She said, ‘I told you, it’s only mummies who get their tits sucked by their little boys. Would you like me to be your mummy?’

‘Oh yes please,’ I replied. ‘I’d be very good and do everything you told me to.’

‘You’d have to call me mummy all the time you’re here,’ she replied.

‘Yes of course, I’d really like that, having another mummy,’ I said.

She sat back down at the end of the sofa and reached behind her and unclipped her bra and took it off and dropped it on the floor.

‘Lay down and put your head in mummy’s lap then,’ she said.

I lay down and did as she said. I was only inches away from her large breast even though they were still covered by her t shirt. She lifted her t shirt and took one of her large breasts in her hands and fed it into my mouth and said, ‘It’s time for mummy’s milk now.’

I sucked voraciously on her nipple and loved the feel as it hardened in my mouth. Obviously there was no milk from it but I loved it. I sucked it and licked it. Clearly she was enjoying it too as I could hear her breathing getting heavier and heavier. After a short while she said, ‘Time for the other one now.’

This nipple was already rock hard but I still loved sucking it as much and I reached up and started squeezing the other one. I was now rock hard and although I couldn’t see it I was sure my cock was standing to attention. Then I felt her hand rubbing me through the petticoat and panties. I sucked harder and squeezed the other nipple even harder. I knew auntie was getting aroused as she pulled the petticoat up and put her hand inside the panties and was now wanking me faster and faster.

Suddenly she called out, ‘Cum for mummy, suck mummy’s nipples while mummy makes her little boy cum.’

She knew I was only seconds away from cumming and as I started throbbing she pulled my foreskin right back and I ejaculated all over her hands and the petticoat.

‘Did you like mummy wanking you and did you like sucking mummy’s tits?’ she asked.

‘Of course, mummy it was wonderful,’ I replied.

‘Does mummy need to cum now?’ I asked.

‘Yes, but it’s so naughty her little boy making her cum, would you like to watch mummy doing it to herself and then you could see what mummy likes to have done to her so that maybe next time you could do it for her,’ she replied.

She took her t shirt off and her panties and shorts. I could see how wet she was as her cunt hair was so moist. She parted her legs wide and slid a finger inside her and the another and another and started finger fucking herself.

‘Look how wet mummy’s cunt is,’ she said as she continued. ‘Play with mummy’s tits please,’ she begged.

Her eyes were closed as she masturbated. I played with her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I was soon very hard again. I got in between her legs and asked, ‘Shall I fuck you mummy?’

‘No, it’s too naughty, you mustn’t fuck mummy, oh fuck, I need to cum, yes fuck me, fuck mummy, make mummy cum,’ she pleaded.

I moved forward and eased my cock to her open slit. She grabbed hold of my cock and eased it inside her. I started moving in and out, going further with each thrust until I was all the way in. Suddenly I felt her shuddering, she was gasping with pleasure and then she climaxed. A huge gush of her cunt juices flooded out of her and all over me. I was ready to cum and I asked her, ‘Shall I cum inside you mummy?’

Suddenly I started spurting, flooding her insides with my young wet spunk. I finished and collapsed on top of her, my cock still inside her.

She said, ‘That was very naughty of you, you mustn’t do that ever again.’

‘You mean not again today,’ I asked.

She smiled and nodded.

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