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As Rob & Suzanne sat in his Mustang at the drive-in, Suzanne explained her actions from the night before.

“Rob, I don’t want you to think I am a slut. What happened last night was the first time for me and yes, I did suck your cock!”

Rob looked over at the pretty blonde as she told her side and asked, “What happened last night?”

Suzanne blushed and said, “You were very drunk and Jill and I asked if we could give you a ride home. You thought that was a good idea. When we got to your apartment, we were helping you undress, and when I leaned down to take your slacks off, your cock hit my cheek. I jumped back and only got them half-way down your leg.”

Rob was listening but also chugging the rum & coke he brought. He nodded and said, “then what?”

Suzanne continued, “you were laying there and you looked so angelic. I couldn’t help staring at your cock. It was bigger (9 1/2″ and thick) than I had ever seen.”

Rob said, “Oh really? Just how many cocks have you seen little girl?’

Suzanne blushed and told him, “I had a steady boyfriend when I was a Junior in HS and we necked a bit, he got to play with my boobs, but I never let him touch me below.”

Rob said, “Oh, a little cock teaser, huh?”

“No, Rob. I am not. He said the same thing to me so I sometimes jacked his cock when we dated. He wanted more but I said no. My boyfriend in the Senior year got the same treatment”

“So you are telling me you are a virgin,” Rob asked.

Suzanne said, “I was till four months ago. My boyfriend got bitter, called me a tease. When we were out after the prom, he wasn’t happy with me jacking his cock and forced me down in the back of his father’s car. He fucked me but he only lasted a short time, pulled out, and came on my prom dress. It hurt terribly and I cried all the way home. Thankfully, my parents were asleep and didn’t hear me come in.”

Rob looked at her and could see tears in her eyes. He may have been the first person she ever told this story to. He didn’t know what to say so he asked, “Did you say Jill was with us last night?”

“Yes, I told you she helped me undress you. After I lay you in bed, I sat by you, looked at your face, looked at your cock, and watch you as your face became troubled. I rubbed your leg as you thrashed and moaned.”

Jill said, “he may be having a flashback.”

“What, what is a flashback?”

Jill said, “he is reliving the war.”

I felt sorry that you were going thru this mobil porno and, “as I rubbed your leg, I began moving my hand closer to your cock. I thought if I could relax you, the nightmare would go away. Your cock was growing in my hand, it was huge and I began jacking you.”

Jill said, “suck him Suzanne.”

Rob looked stunned. “You mean Jill was still there while you were playing with my cock?

Suzanne quietly said, “yes, and I told her I don’t know how to suck a guy!!”

Jill laughed and said,” you never sucked a cock?” She came over and said, “watch.” She ran her hand up and down your cock and then tongued the head. She then opened her mouth and took almost all your cock in. I watched as she bobbed up and down. She gagged when she went too deep and eventually told me to try it. I sat close to you, grabbed your cock and kissed the head. I opened my mouth and went down on your cock. I started gagging and Jill laughed.

“What am I doing wrong?”

Jill said, “you have to relax your throat or you will choke just like I did.”

I tried again, gagged, and tried one more time. I was able to get about half of you in my mouth and I jacked you with my hand. I could feel you tense and knew you were going to cum. I asked Jill, “what now. What do I do?”

She said, “swallow it. Don’t leave any mess or he might get mad.”

Your cock was getting bigger in my mouth. I went as deep as I could and felt you tense. Your cock expanded and then you shot a huge load of cum in my mouth.

Jill yelled, “swallow it, swallow it. He is going to cum some more.”

I swallowed and more came and then some more. I couldn’t swallow fast enough and some dripped out of the side of my mouth. When you were done, I licked your cock clean.

Rob said, “WOW, did you like it?”

Suzanne blushed and quietly said, “yes, yes, I did. I even liked the taste. Do you think I’m bad?”

Rob chugged the last of his drink and said, “hell no! Let’s drink to your first cock sucking experience,” He handed her a pre-mixed rum & coke as he leaned over to kiss her. She thought he would be really proud of her. Instead he just wanted to drink to her sucking him off.

Rob had her recline in her seat and as she sipped on her drink he noticed that her summer dress buttoned down the front. As he reached over to unbutton the top button he brushed against her tits. Her nipples were rock hard. He could tell that all the talk she had done was making her alman porno excited. He looked into her eyes as he went from one button to the next and saw no objection. When he unbuttoned the last, he pulled the dress away and saw she had a see-through lace bra and panties. Her nipples were hard and he could see her pubic hair thru the sheer panties.

The bra opened in the front and Rob unleashed the most beautiful tits. They were full, with perky, red, nipples. He leaned in, tongued her left tit and she moaned.

“Oh Rob, oh, that feel so good. Please don’t stop!!

He continued to suck on her left tit as his hand played with the other. She moaned and his hand drifted to her panties. He felt her pubic hair and then her wet pussy. She was hot, very hot. His lips never left her tit as he began to finger fuck her.

“Rob, Rob, Oh Oh it feels so good. Please don’t stop. Please!!” OMG Oh Jesus!!

With a final shudder, she orgasmed the first time ever being finger fucked.

As she calmed down, Rob said, “take off your clothes.”

She hesitated, “Rob, what if someone see’s us.”

Rob said, “Suzanne, don’t be a child. People aren’t watching us. They are watching the movie.”

She didn’t want to seem a child to him so she said, “OK”

Rob was out of rum & coke so handed her a beer. Suzanne was a light drinker and that rum & coke that she just had was making her light-headed. She didn’t want Rob to think she couldn’t handle it so she popped the top and took a big swallow.

Rob had removed his khaki shorts, sans underwear, and was sitting nude beside her. His cock was hard and sticking straight up. Although, she had just seen it last night, it looked even bigger in the car. Rob reached over, grabbed her hand, and placed it on his cock. She could not get her hand around it. They watched the movie as she jacked his cock and he reached over and played with her pussy. She watched Rob chug his beer, reach back, and get them two more. She chugged hers and handed the empty to him.

They teased each other thru the first movie, drinking beer after beer, and the lights came on between movies. Suzanne got nervous that someone would see them.

Rob said, “relax, no one will see us unless they come up to the car.” Rob said, “I have to piss, I will be right back.” It was hot so Rob just put his Khaki’s back on, his flip-flops, and went without a shirt.

Suzanne wanted to go also so she buttoned her dress, alexis texas porno left her bra and panties in the car, and followed to the ladies room.

When Suzanne was done, she saw Rob talking to a few guys at the concession stand and came over. Rob didn’t introduce her, instead took her hand, and they walked back to the car.

Suzanne asked, “who were you talking to?”

Rob said, “those guys were in Nam with me. We came back the same time.”

When they got back in the car, Rob was pleased to see that Suzanne unbuttoned her dress all the way. It was a humid night and what little breeze they had, felt good on her bare skin. He handed her another beer just as the second feature began.

Suzanne was slurring her words by the time she finished her beer. Rob reached over, sucked on her tits and she moaned. He reached down, opened her pussy with his right hand and began finger fucking her hard with his left hand. It was too much for Suzanne as she screamed, “OMG Rob, OMG. I’m cumming, I’m cummming!!

Once Suzanne’s breathing got back to normal, Rob said, “I want you to suck my cock again.”

Suzanne would do anything for Rob and said, “Yes, yes, I want to suck you.”

Rob told Suzanne to take her dress completely off and get on her knees in the bucket seat. Suzanne had drank enough that she lost all inhibitions.

As she leaned toward the drivers seat, her perky ass was high in the air. She grabbed his cock and kissed the head. She then licked up and down until Rob said, “lick my balls.” He ass rose higher as she tongued his nuts. Suzanne did not see the guys right outside her window. Rob did, and gave them a thumbs up.

Rob moaned, “yeah Suzanne, keep sucking my balls. Now come up and suck my cock.” Suzanne rose and as she gently put his cock in her mouth, Rob pushed on her head.

Suzanne gagged, came off his cock and said, “Rob, please don’t be so rough.”

Rob said, “c’mon Suzanne, take all my cock.” He steadily pushed more and more of his cock into her mouth. She gagged, lifted to get a breath and he pushed more in. “Take it Suzanne, take it. I’m ready to cum. I want you to swallow all of it. All of it.” As Suzanne kept trying, Rob shoved once more and shot into her mouth. He could hear her gagging as he held her down. He could also see her swallowing as he shot load after load into her sweet mouth.

When she was done, she looked up into his eyes and asked, “did I do good Rob? Did I do good? I want you to like me, did I?”

Rob looked out at his buddies and waved them off as he said, “Suzanne, that was the best anyone has ever sucked my cock. You did real good!!”

Suzanne leaned back in her seat, legs spread wide and passed out!!

END OF PART 2

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So, my son and daughter-in-law had some money problems and lost their apartment. They were both employees of the same business and it closed.

When they came to me for help I of course offered them the spare bedroom. They graciously accepted and moved in.

They are both 20 and she is just stunning. Just over 5 feet tall, she has amazing green eyes and dark auburn hair. She’s got perky c-cup boobs which on her tiny frame look like D’s and a wonderful little butt.

She’s perky and a natural flirt and I admit that she has caught me staring more than a few times, especially when we’re in the pool and she’s in her little red bikini.

Soon after they moved in, the stress of losing their own place and a (in my opinion) much too early of a marriage started to take its toll and they began arguing a lot and my son with his short fuse began to just leave in the middle of the argument, or stay out with friends, leaving her and I alone while I consoled her.

After their last fight, he left and she walked straight to the liquor cabinet and poured her self a huge glass of Crown, downed it and poured another then took it off to her room.

I figured it was best to let her cool down a little so I poured my self a stiff drink and went out on the deck. A few minutes later, I hear the door slide open and out she walks in that amazing little red bikini, glass in one hand and bottle in the other. I gave her a smile and raised my glass to her and watched her as she walked over to the table. I just couldn’t stop watching her and thinking how stupid my boy was to make her mad and then walk out.

She sat the drinks on the table, turned and smiles at me and bursa yabancı escort then dives in the pool, splash!

I stood there watching her as she came back up then I noticed something floating in the pool… The force of her dive had pulled off her top.

As she came to the surface I just stared… Her perfect tits breaking the surface for a second… She realized that her top was gone and covered her nipples and started laughing Her cute “I’m tipsy” laugh.

The top had floated it’s way to the edge of the pool and I scooped it up with a finger, offering to toss it back to her. She held her hands out to catch it and I got another brief glimpse of her breasts as I tossed it over. She caught it and slipped it back on, still giggling, and started to bob her way slowly towards me.

When she reached the edge she said “oops” and we both laughed. I said something about that probably wouldn’t happen if it had shoulder straps and she laughed even harder then pulled herself up out of the water and went for her drink. She downed the last few sips and picked up the bottle, now about half way empty, and poured another glass then turned and wiggled the bottle at me, pointing at my glass. I figured why not, I was on vacation, I could get a little drunk… So I held out my glass and she poured it full.

We tapped the rims in a silent toast and as I took a nice sip, she tipped her glass back and downed it like a shot.

I’d never seen her drink like this and as she started to pour her next glass (at this point I’m figuring it was probably her forth) I said “Brandi, darlin’, maybe you should slow down a little?” She bursa sınırsız escort shrugged her shoulders and kept pouring.

She turned around and gave me a devilish grin and one of her little, flirty winks and said “Maybe but I don’t think so.” then she said “Come on, Ty, the water is amazing and I don’t want to swim by myself. Grab your trunks and join me” then made her way back to the pool, this time just jumping in feet first.

Again, I figured why not. Plus, she was getting fairly drunk now and I didn’t want to leave her alone in the water so I told her to give me a minute and headed in to change.

While I was inside, I grabbed my phone and sent my son a text, telling him that he had really pissed her off and that he should bring his ass home. A few seconds later my phone dinged. I swiped it and checked the reply, a very simple statement from him. FUCK HER! SHE REALLY PISSED ME OFF! I shot him a quick text to calm down and told him she was getting drunk and he might want to try and deal with her before she was smashed.

*ding* GOOD FOR HER! BITCH! I’M GETTING DRUNK, TOO! HAHA! I’M NOT DEALING WITH HER CRAP TONIGHT! I’M WITH FRIENDS, I’LL BE THERE TOMORROW!

I shrugged my shoulders and tossed my phone on my bed, slipped into my trunks and headed back out to the pool, stopping to grab a few beers to restock the mini-fridge on the deck. As I was loading the mini-fridge she said “I’ll take one of those, if you don’t mind?” so I kept out the last two and put them on the table, taking note that the bottle of crown was now almost finished and her glass was empty. I laughed a little too myself and thought görükle escort “how in the hell is she not slurring?”

I slipped the beers in to the floating cooler to keep them cold and turned around to head for the pool. I almost tripped over my own feet when I saw her, floating on her back, her hair floating around her head like a auburn halo, just her face, breasts and the top half of her slim, little tummy were bobbing up out of the water as she paddled with her feet to keep her afloat, the little strip of spandex that she called a bikini top straining to both cover her nipples and not slip loose. I couldn’t help but to stare at her as I put the cooler in the water and gave it a little push, sending it drifting towards her. I gave her a heads up and then sat down on the edge of the pool, dangling my feet in the water before sliding the rest of the way in.

She quit kicking and slowly sank back in to water, bobbing up and down on her tiptoes as she grabbed a beer and popped it open. I couldn’t help but laugh a little as I watched her bob up and down while I was simply standing there, the water not quite all the way up to my chest. She smiled and said “Yeah, yeah… Short girl problems.” and then laughed herself. Such a cute little laugh she has…

And with out thinking (and probably because I was starting to catch a buzz) I said “Darlin’ there’s nothing wrong with being a short girl and you make it look down right amazing.”

She beamed that beautiful smile at me and said “Aww, thanks Ty, you sure know the right things to say to me.”

We both smiled and she started to bob my direction, pushing the cooler in front of her. I grabbed my beer and she gave the cooler a little push away from us and then swam past me, grabbing the ladder and climbing out of the pool.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her perfect ass and I think she knew it, taking her time climbing out. She turned around and smiled at me and then headed for the diving board…

To be continued

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I walked down the stairs early morning to the sound of my mother arguing with someone over the phone. She was sitting by the dining room table wearing her robe and she slammed her phone down after she gave the last word.

“Ugghhh… what an asshole,” she muttered to herself.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat down next to her.

She looked uncharacteristically dressed down without any makeup. Her hair was sloppily done and she looked like she was on the verge of tears- a stark contrast to the usual ‘upbeat soccer mom’ image she always presents herself as in public. And her public image was extremely important to her.

“It’s nothing,” she replied in a deflated tone. “Actually… I heard from a friend last night that my boyfriend had been out with another woman.”

“So you think he’s cheating?”

“Obviously.”

“That could be anything,” I said, trying to make her feel better. “For all you know, that could have been his sister or co-worker.”

“My friend said that this other woman had her head buried in his lap in a parking lot. You know, going up and down. I don’t want to get any more graphic than that.”

“Oh.”

She grabbed a tissue and wiped a tear from her eye. “I didn’t want to believe that he was cheating on me either, so I called him just now to talk about it and he was tripping over his words. That jerk eventually admitted it. He tried telling me how she ‘didn’t mean anything to him’ and how sorry he was.”

“Jeez, I can’t believe he would do something like that when he’s already got someone like you.”

“It’s so hard to find a good man these days. I guess that I had been married to your father for so long that I forgot that some men don’t know how to appreciate a good woman.”

“Mom, you’re one of the most beautiful and intelligent women I’ve ever met in my life. If a guy doesn’t appreciate you, then he’s an idiot and it’s his loss.”

“Thanks,” she said with a warm smile. “You’re the best. I’m lucky to have a young man like you in my life. You always know how to cheer me up.”

“Of course, you pay the bills,” I joked.

By the looks of things, mom appeared to lighten up for a moment.

“Cute.”

“So I’m assuming it’s over between you and him,” I said.

She let out a loud sigh. “Well to me it’s over. But he says he still wants to talk it over, even after I’ve made it clear that I don’t want to see him anymore.”

“Do you want him back? Do you want to give him a second chance or anything? Do you think he deserves it?”

“Not a chance,” she replied immediately. “I can’t trust him anymore. He’s admitted that he’d been cheating for weeks. Weeks! He was messing around with her and then taking me out on dates.”

“Asshole.”

“I know he is. But he’s adamant on working things out between us. He says he’s going to call me back when I calm down.”

“Mom, we have a party in a few hours,” I pointed out.

“I know. He’s no longer welcome here. But I think he’s going to try and call me anyway, which would ruin the mood for me. I have family and friends to entertain!”

“Well, if you want my opinion,” I said. “The best way for him to stop bothering you is to, I don’t know, pretend you’ve been cheating on him too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tell him that you’ve been cheating on him with another guy also. That you don’t want to work things out because you have someone else.”

“I don’t know if he’ll believe it.”

“Of course he will,” I replied. “But only if you make it believable. I mean, he’s been hiding his affair for weeks, who says you haven’t been doing the same thing? Just make him believe that you’ve been cheating too, and he’ll never want to see you again.”

A grin slowly appeared on her face. “Making him jealous certainly doesn’t sound like a bad idea. With the right presentation, I think it could work. If he could play the game, so can I.”

“I’ve got a bad, bad, feeling about that mischievous look on your face,” I said with a grin of my own.

“You’re the one who gave me the idea,” she replied playfully. “It would serve him right for cheating on me. But for now, we should forget him and get ready for the party. I want to look my best.”

“Suddenly you seem a lot happier.”

“Thanks to you. And I pride myself on being a great hostess of parties. Thanks sweetie.”

She stood up and gave me a kiss on the forehead before heading up the stairs. Somehow, this seemed like only the beginning of a long day.

***

An hour had passed when my mother called me to her room. When I got there, she struck a model pose to show off the outfit she’d be wearing for the party.

“What do you think?” she asked, still looking fresh out of the shower. “Not bad for a 45 year old woman, right?”

Her hands were around her waist as she stood barefoot in a holiday hostess outfit. It mainly consisted of a thick red dress which came down to her knees, displaying her toned calves from all the long distance running she does. It showed off most of her arms, highlighting her regular yoga routine. bursa escort bayan She also wore an embellished large black belt buckle around her waist. A lot of effort was also put into her hair and makeup.

Simply put, she was stunning!

“You look fantastic,” I replied honestly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so… dressed up for a party before.”

“You can go ahead and say it.”

I paused a moment. “Sexy.”

“Thanks! Wait until you see my matching black boots. I saw this ensemble a few days ago and I just couldn’t resist.”

“I can see why. Is this still a family friendly party?” I joked.

She smiled, “Of course it is. I know it’s a little more revealing than what I usually wear for these sorts of gatherings, but since this year’s party will only have grown-ups, I figured why not? You only live once, right?”

“Did the break-up have anything to do with this?” I tried to pry out of her more details. “You seem like you’re starting a new chapter in life or something.”

She gave a purposefully coy look. “Maybe. Let’s just say that I feel liberated and I want to look my best. And if you look good, you feel good.”

Right on cue, her phone beeped as she received a text. She picked up the phone on a nearby table, and judging by the suddenly miserable look on her face when she read it, it had to be him.

“Ughh…” she sighed. “He’s apologizing profusely. He also wants to come over right now to talk about things. The last thing I need is for him to come here and make a scene. Guests will be arriving soon. It’ll ruin the party.”

“Just call him back and tell him that you’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“At this point, I don’t think that would do any good.” The same mischievous grin from earlier this morning suddenly re-appeared on her face. “I’ve got an idea; I don’t know how you would feel about it, but I need a huge favor from you.”

As soon as she said that, she tapped the screen on her phone, doing something which looked important.

“Sure. Anything.”

She took a few steps forward and stood in front of me. “This is going to sound a bit weird, but can you pretend to be my ‘secret boyfriend’ for a moment? It’s the only way he’ll get a clue that it’s over. It will only take 2 seconds.”

“I guess so, but how exactly is…”

She suddenly grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, leaned forward, and planted a wet and strong kiss on my lips. It felt wonderful feeling her mouth forcefully pressed against mine. It happened so fast that I didn’t know how to react.

Her mouth pulled away and her attention went back to her phone as she looked at the image on its screen.

“Here, have a look,” she said, showing me the picture of our lips kissing. “I’m going to send that to him and he’s going to freak out. It’s a nice way of getting him back for what he’s put me through all morning.”

“Yeah… uh… I’m sure that would do the trick.”

A little smirk appeared on her face. “You enjoyed that kiss, didn’t you?”

“What!? Of course not! I was just going along with it since I knew you had your phone out.”

“Oh, don’t try to deny it. You’re a young man with plenty of desires. I know what young men like. Trust me, us mothers talk, and it seems pretty common that college men your age would feel this way about us.”

“Seriously?” I questioned, surprised that my demure mother would be talking about a subject like this.

“Yes, seriously. We’ve never had this talk before, but I want you to know it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Mom or not, it’s okay if you enjoyed that kiss we shared.”

“I guess there’s no point in denying it,” I reluctantly replied.

“So you did like it?”

“Did you?”

She nodded. “You have nice lips. Of course I enjoyed it. Now I want you to admit it.”

“Yes,” I sighed. “It felt nice when you kissed me. Why do you want me to admit it so much?”

“Just in case we need to push this further. Hang on. He’s waiting for my reply. Let’s see how he reacts to the kissing pic. I’ll text him that I’m kissing my new boyfriend.”

Mom stood there and texted the picture to her ex-boyfriend along with her messages. Sure enough, a response came instantly.

“That certainly got a reaction,” she said, her eyes on the phone. “I think he’s upset. Lots of exclamation marks. Oh… now he’s telling me how much he’s screwed up. Wait a second… he’s confessing to cheating on me with 3 other women at his work. That asshole. Hmm… he says that confession is to show his newfound honesty. His ‘repentance.’ Prick. He still wants to come over soon.”

“Will you let him?”

“And ruin our annual holiday party? I don’t think so.”

“Then what are you going to do?” I asked.

A full blown grin appeared on her face. “Are you willing to push this even further? If that kissing pic forced him to confess his other flings, then who knows how he’ll react if I send him something more risque.”

For the first time in my life, I was seeing mom’s naughty and mischievous görükle escort side. It was a side she so desperately tried to suppress, in her bid to be the pillar of the community. But at least she had good reason. This guy was a jerk to my mom and he didn’t deserve her.

“How risque are you talking about?” I asked. “You know how jealous ex-boyfriends can be. He could put these pictures online or something.”

“First of all,” she said. “He’d never do that, because he’s sent me plenty of pictures of his penis over the past few months. Many of which have his face attached. If he ever leaked my pics, then he knows that his nude pics are going global.”

I suddenly tensed at the awkward admission that my mother was in possession of a guy’s nude pics.

She smiled with a hint of embarrassment. “Sorry, too much information.”

“It’s okay. What’s the other reason? You said ‘first of all,’ which usually implies there’s a second reason.”

“Secondly, neither of our faces will be attached to these pics. They’ll be vague selfies of my body parts, which can’t be used to identify me. Just close ups. Perhaps naughty ones.”

I gulped. “Really? Are you sure you want to do that with me?”

“It’s extremely awkward, I know. And I apologize for putting you in this horrible position of pretending to be my new boyfriend. But if we don’t stop him from coming over, there’s going to be a huge dramatic scene and our party will be ruined. You’re the only co… umm, I mean… you’re the only guy available at the moment who I can trust with something like this.”

“Wait, what were you about to say? Before you stammered.”

She blushed. “Nothing. So are you interested or not?”

Before I could answer, she had gotten a slew of new text messages which caused her to gasp.

“Darn it,” mom cursed. “He says he’ll be here in two hours after he takes care of an errand for his work. Most of our guests will be here by then. If we’re going to stop him, then it has to be now, and it has to be something that will get him to leave me alone forever. I’m tired of having my heart broken.”

“The plan makes sense. You can count me in. You deserve the best and this guy is a creep. I’ll do anything you need.”

She paused for a moment before raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”

“Yes, well, anything within reason.”

“I think I have an idea. I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it.”

“Tell me, and I’ll let you know. Go ahead, you can suggest anything. I’m curious to what a proper lady like you has planned for revenge.”

“Maybe I’m not as proper as you think,” she replied. “Women are allowed to have a secret side.”

“Now I have to know. What’s your plan?”

She took a deep breath. “Well, I think we should send him a more explicit picture so he fully gets the message. Just so you know, he really loves cumming on my chest after a blowjob. So maybe I can offer you something that would make us both happy.”

I froze in utter shock, completely speechless with my jaw dropped. Mom seemed mildly embarrassed and amused by my reaction.

“Seriously?” I asked.

She nodded. “It’s only a suggestion. If you agree to this emergency plan, then I’ll take my top off, and you masturbate until you orgasm. Once you finish on my chest, I’ll take a selfie of my stained breasts and send it to him, explaining that my new-and-improved boyfriend is already taking care of me. Does that sound like something you would be interested in doing? I know it’s awful, but it’ll save the party.”

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, unsure if she was serious or not. “You’re upset and maybe you’re too emotional right now. We shouldn’t do anything while you’re in a state like this.”

Her fingers immediately went to work undoing the large black belt buckle. The look on her face remained neutral. It was like she was in business mode.

“Maybe this will help convince you,” she said.

My eyes were glued to her chest as she pulled down her dress to reveal her chest. She wore a sexy white bra and my eyes were captivated by how athletic her upper body looked. Her arms and shoulders were nicely toned, yet feminine, and her stomach had nice definition, but with curves that reflected her middle age.

“Are you interested or not?” she asked playfully, noting my surprise.

“… Uh… yeah… sure…”

She sat down on the bed, and her hands reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.

“Good,” she said. “Enjoy, because this is the only time you’ll ever get to see them.”

She flung the bra to the floor and her bare breasts looked firm and beautiful. They were average sized, and she had a bikini tan line where her breasts were pale white compared to the rest of her body. Her areolas were fairly wide for the size of her breasts, and they were light pink. As for her nipples, they were a darker shade of pink, large, and they stood out prominently. I couldn’t tell if they were hard because she was cold, or because she was aroused.

“It looks like you see something you like,” bursa escort bayan my mother said, looking at my growing bulge.

“What can I say? Your breasts are amazing. And those nipples? I can’t believe how big they are. They’re perfect.”

She smiled and playfully pinched both of them for my viewing pleasure. “I’m glad you like them. Now get to work. Guests will be arriving soon.”

“You actually want me too…”

“Yes, stroke, stroke, stroke. Then cum on my chest. Do it now.”

I reached down to free my semi-erect cock which immediately sprang to life once my mother’s eyes were on me. I began stroking myself to the sight of my mother’s breast, and she made it easier for me to climax as she fondled herself and played with her big nipples. But what was almost as hot as seeing my mother’s chest up close was seeing the curious look on her face. Her eyes lustfully stared at my hard cock while I was stroking, and her mouth was open and it looked like she wanted to lick her lips.

“That’s it,” she said, encouraging me. “Keep stroking it.”

I stroked as fast as I could. And she continued playing with her breasts for me. When I started to breathe harder, she knew what was about to happen and she leaned forward to catch my orgasm which was squirting onto her tits. I hadn’t cum in a while, so it was quite a mess I made on her.

When it was over, she leaned forward to show her appreciation by giving the head of my cock a big kiss, and she cleaned me by licking a few drops of cum from the tip of my penis.

She stood up and immediately headed towards the mirror to examine the mess I made on her chest.

“Perfect!” she exclaimed. “I only wish I could see the look on his face when he sees this.”

My mother grabbed her phone and used the selfie feature to take a lewd image of her cum stained tits, showing nothing which could ever reveal her identity. She smiled when she reviewed the image, then she texted it to the cheating asshole.

“Oh my,” mom gasped at the text messages she instantly received back, while still standing there topless. “He’s upset that I have a new man, but the plan worked. He won’t be coming over to the party. Or ever. It’s officially over between us.”

Mom looked satisfied that the plan worked. She put her phone down, still topless, and smiled at me.

“I’m glad,” I replied. “You deserve better.”

“The party is starting soon. I really need to clean myself up and get dressed again. Thanks for your help. You’re the best ‘new boyfriend’ I could have ever asked for.”

She winked at me and went straight to her bathroom.

***

It was mid-afternoon and the party went off without a hitch. Our house was filled with laughter from family and friends who were glad to see each other. As for my mother, she walked around with a big smile, proudly socializing with all of the guests. She looked really sexy in her tight little holiday outfit, which was now completed with her sexy high heeled black boots.

I was in the kitchen preparing more food, and the moment I was alone, my mother approached me to talk.

“The plan worked,” she said in my ear. “I haven’t heard from him since this morning. I really owe you for this. Anyway, how are you doing?”

“Great, thanks. And you’re doing a fantastic job hosting this party as usual.”

“Actually, I was referring to what we did earlier. Have you recovered yet? Or did I emotionally scar you for life? Regret it? Enjoy it? Tell me.”

“Oh, that. Honestly, I’ve thought about it for the past few hours.”

Mom raised an eyebrow. “In a good way? Or bad?”

“Nothing I can say in front of anyone else, if you catch my drift.”

There was an amused look on mom’s face as she glanced down at me towards my crotch. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was aroused.

“Will it be a problem?” she asked with a sneaky innuendo. “As the party hostess, I can’t have you standing around with a hard-on.”

I gulped. “That would look terrible for both of us.”

“It certainly would. We’ve already solved the problem of my ex-boyfriend. Now it seems we have another issue at hand. Meet me in the basement in 2 minutes. I’ll take care of this situation for you.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, partially excited, partially nervous.

“I’m your mother. Do as I say.”

***

We headed down the stairs, unnoticed by all of the guests who were too busy chatting. Once we got there, my mother held me by the hand as she leaned her back against the washing machine.

“So you’ve still been thinking about your own mother?” she asked in an aroused tone. “Letting you cum all over my tits wasn’t enough?”

My heart started beating faster and I know hers did as well.

“Unfortunately it wasn’t. Why do I get the feeling that taking those naughty selfies has excited you?”

“Because it has,” she answered. “It was wrong. It was horrible. I acted impulsively and I know I’ll regret it.”

“But?” I asked, prying for more.

“It was the most thrilling thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. My hands were almost shaking when you came on my breasts. And watching you stroke yourself in front of me– oh my god — it was surreal. My own son.”

My cock throbbed. She must have sensed the subtle shifts in my body because she reached down and grabbed my cock through my clothes.

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Note: This is a fantasy I had about a girl I used to know and her sister. I wrote it down years ago and I just typed it up with a minimum of changes or edits. I mainly just changed the names and some awkward phrasing. Apologies if the way I wrote it is somehow unsexy: at the time I was just trying to get the thoughts down.

All characters are over 18.

***

Natalie and her sister Stephanie are staying at an aunt’s house. They go into her bedroom one afternoon to look for something. In the drawer of the bedside table, they discover a slim plastic cylinder, tapered at one end. Stephanie doesn’t know what it is, but Natalie says, “I think it’s a vibrator.”

Stephanie’s mouth makes an O of surprise, and she says, “I’m gonna try it.” She climbs up on the bed and kicks off her sandals, lays back and tugs off her shorts quickly. She twists the base of the vibrator to turn it on and rubs it in circles over her pussy.

Natalie just watches her, amazed at her younger sister’s boldness. “What’s it like?” she asks.

“It’s all right,” Stephanie says, but the words are hardly out of her mouth before she comes, quickly and without any warning. It surprises both of them.

“Wow,” says Stephanie, laying there stunned and breathless. After a moment, she sits up on her knees and grabs Natalie by the hem of her dress and pulls her closer, at the same time reaching to pull her sister’s panties down. “You have to try this, come on,” she says.

Natalie acquiesces, she is too curious not to. She lays down and pulls her panties all the way off. Stephanie kneels on the bed next to Natalie, still bursa otele gelen escort holding the vibrator. She rubs it on Natalie’s pussy for her, smiling while she watches for her sister’s reaction. Natalie closes her eyes, and when she comes, Stephanie keeps the vibrator held against her while her hips are squirming about. When it subsides, she looks up shyly.

Stephanie lies back down alongside her and says, “Now do me again,” handing Natalie the vibrator. They both come once more, taking turns and holding the vibrator for each other.

This becomes a sort of routine for them, every day while their aunt is out they go into her room and use the vibrator on her bed, helping each other to orgasm several times each. It isn’t long before they undress completely while they’re doing it. The one who is taking a turn holding the vibrator for the other typically masturbates herself, rubbing her pussy with her free hand because she is so aroused. Sometimes they press their bodies together with the vibrator between them, and wish that they could somehow use it at the same time, but these attempts are desperate and clumsy. They don’t think of it as being a lesbian act; they are just sisters helping each other to get off. They don’t talk about what they are doing at any other time, and after they’re done they just go about their day. But that doesn’t mean they’re not both thinking about it.

One day when they go in the bedroom, the small vibrator is gone from the nightstand. Searching the drawer reveals a possible replacement, however. It’s a single piece, but it looks just escort bayan like two large dildos stuck together, attached at about a thirty-degree angle. It’s realistically sculpted from a rosy pink plastic to look just like two identical hard-ons joined where the scrotum would be. The material is thick and heavy, but the surface is soft and springy to the touch. The two girls look it over in puzzlement, turning it over and over in their hands, still horny from expecting their usual afternoon activity. They can’t help but giggle, looking at this weird device.

When they switch it on, however, it starts up vibrating, just like the other one. Only the vibrations are muted and dull along the length of the two cocks. They seem instead to be concentrated down at the base, where there is a nub of plastic sticking up between the cocks.

Natalie makes a few attempts to rub this part on her clit, but there is no way to make it work like that.

“You have to put it inside,” says Stephanie, realizing how the dildo is intended to be used.

Natalie lays back on the bed and spreads her legs, and Stephanie helps her fit the large dildo up inside her. It’s going to be a tight fit, but Natalie is getting increasingly wet from the way it is stretching her out and rubbing against her pussy walls as Stephanie pushes it into her. Now she wants it inside her so bad, and as she moves her hips to get it, and Stephanie works it back and forth, it helps to coat the dildo with her wetness.

Eventually they get it all the way in and sure enough the little vibrating nub fits right up against Natalie’s mudanya escort clitoris, concentrating all the feeling there, but she can also feel more subtle vibrations carried deeper down, conducted all the way to the back of her pussy along the length of the dildo. She is almost crying it feels so good. Stephanie leans over her, gripping the second cock like a handle and pushing it deeper into her sister. Their torsos are pressed together, and Stephanie has her face close to Natalie’s. She wishes desperately it were her turn already.

Stephanie looks at the dildo jutting up from Natalie, looking exactly as if her sister actually had a cock, and she has an idea. Stephanie climbs over her and presses the dildo against the opening of her own pussy. Natalie holds it steady for her as she bears down on it, trying to stuff it inside. It’s more difficult than it was with Natalie; she is both smaller and tighter. But seeing Natalie writhing beneath her, knowing the pleasure she must already be experiencing, spurs her on. Natalie keeps saying “Come on, come on,” and “You can do it,” and moaning out loud from the sensations.

Eventually Stephanie manages it, sitting down all the way, pushing her hips tight against Natalie’s. Now the little vibrating bit is on both their clitorises, and they rock back and forth to experience the sensation in different ways. Their bodies are very close. Stephanie’s hands are on Natalie’s shoulders as she hunches her hips back and forth, fucking the dildo up into herself and then back down into Natalie. Together they find a rhythm.

At first Natalie’s hands are on Stephanie’s shoulders, then her back, hugging her sister close. She lifts her legs up and rests her heels on the back of Stephanie’s knees.

Stephanie’s breasts swing free, swaying over Natalie. Right before she comes, they look in each other’s eyes, and Stephanie thinks, “Oh my god, I’m fucking my sister!”

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I winced as the splitting headache refused to leave. I had hardly slept last night on the train. Since the journey was so sudden I had to bribe the TTE for a berth. I had negotiated hard for two, but apparently there was only one available. God knows if it was true. In between consoling Swetha, my wife who had lain on my lap sobbing all night, and figuring out how to deal with the future, sleep had eluded me.

It all seemed like a nightmare. I had been browsing on my office computer on what to get Swetha for our first wedding anniversary when her uncle had called me with the news. When he hung up I was left with the unenviable task of telling my wife that her father had passed away. We had taken the next available train to Calicut, my wife’s hometown.

As soon as we reached in the morning, Swetha ran inside her house crying… to see the lifeless body of her father. I could hear her mother and sister wailing inside. I stood there in the crowd with everyone’s eyes on me. Their gazes seemed to penetrate my skin and judge my worth.

“He is the son-in-law, from Pune,” some of their lips seemed to be murmuring. I looked around and nodded to the few people I recognised. I found uncle standing in a corner, his eyes silently beckoning. I went towards him. As I neared him he pulled me aside and spoke in a low voice.

“Nitin… Son, I know you must be tired… but we can’t keep the body much longer… you will have to perform the last rites,” he said. I was taken aback.

“Me!” I said, loud enough for a few people who stood nearby to turn their heads. Uncle placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Yes… you know last rites are performed by the son… Swetha and her sister can’t do it… and they don’t have any adult male cousins… it has to be you.”

That was how I found myself being ushered towards the open well behind the house. I was handed a white towel. I removed my clothes and left them in a pile beside the well. Wearing just the towel around my waist, I stood there as uncle poured water drawn from the well over my head. The cold water trickled down my head and over my face, temporarily easing my headache. Many buckets of water later, I was handed a white wrap-around dhoti. I wore it on my wet body.

A few minutes later uncle led me down to the adjoining plot of land where a small squarish area had been cleared. I stood aside and watched in a daze as logs of wood were stacked up at the centre. The body was brought a while later. The heartbroken wails of the three women failed to register the true measure of their agony in my mind as I was led through the rituals by some old men whom I recognised had led my wedding rituals too. After a few karmic rituals to ensure peace for the departed soul I lit the pyre. Flames engulfed the logs of wood, burning into ashes the body of the man who had been the anchor in the lives of my wife, her sister and their mother. As smoke rose skywards, I looked at the three of them… realising the weight of the responsibilities that the departed had passed on to me.

I spent the next two weeks in the house consoling the women and taking care of the financial matters of my late father-in-law. I completed the required procedures at the bank and insurance company, settling his savings and death claim respectively in favour of the nominee, Uma – my mother-in-law. Uncle helped me with all the matters. I had to perform some more rituals for the departed soul in those two weeks. No day went by where the women’s eyes weren’t red from crying. I learned from visiting relatives and friends how kind a man my father-in-law had been… how much love he showered on his women and how they reciprocated. All of them without an exception, though not in the same words, told me I had big shoes to fill… that I was the man of the house now. I heard them all out with a growing sense of responsibility albeit with considerable trepidation.

On Saturday night two weeks later, I found myself walking around aimlessly on the verandah after dinner. I don’t know what force was pulling me but my feet followed the path I had taken on that fateful morning wearing just a white dhoti… down to the plot of land where the cremation had taken place. In the light of the moon I saw that the ashes had been cleared, but the earth around the area where the pyre had been was darker. The night was silent except for some nocturnal animals and the breezing of the wind. The cold wind sent chills up my spine. I looked up at the stars in the sky. With them bearing witness, I made myself a promise… a promise that I knew would put my father-in-law’s soul at ease. The next night, I opened the door to my Pune Apartment leading my wife and the two women into my home as well as my heart.

I woke up early at 7 AM the next morning. It was unusual, coz I was a late riser. Swetha though was still in bed uncharacteristically late. In fact, whenever I had stayed at her home I had found that all three Porno women along with their late father would be up by 6 in the morning.

I didn’t feel like waking her up. Poor thing had been through a lot. I decided to get up and fix some breakfast for everyone. When I reached the kitchen I realized that I had been beaten to the task by Mom.

“Good Morning,” I said as I approached. Quietly she handed me a cup of tea. I observed her while sipping the hot tea. She was a mess. Her hair was dishevelled and she looked weak. Dark circles around her eyes made it look like she hadn’t slept in ages. She had barely spoken a word to anyone since her husband’s death. I could not allow this to continue. I could not just stand by and watch while her grief consumed her, ruining her mind and her health. I went close to her.

“Mom,” I said, “you haven’t talked to anyone in weeks… I know dad’s passing has been hard on you… I know how much he meant to you… but you cannot shut yourself down like this.”

She had stopped what she was doing when I spoke, but it didn’t seem like she comprehended what I had said. I took her hands in mine and pulled gently, making her face me.

“Mom, look at me! You can’t waste away like this… you have to think about the girls.” I said a little louder. Still her eyes seemed vacant.

“Uma!” I called her by her name surprising myself, “listen to me! You have to be there for the girls… they need you… if you don’t do that, they’ll shut themselves down just like you are doing now… is that what you want? Is that what dad would have wanted?”

The mention of dad stirred something in her. Her eyes welled up. Small teardrops trailed down her eyes. She fell forward overwhelmed by the rush of emotions my words had induced. I caught her by her shoulders and hugged her. She started crying on my shoulder.

“Mom, don’t cry… I’m here for you… I’m here for the three of you,” I tried consoling her, “I don’t know if I can be as good a man at everything as dad was… but I promise you… I’ll try.”

I gently patted her back as she got a hold of herself. Once she did, she looked up at my face with such tender love and gratitude that my heart melted.

“I will take good care of the girls… but I need your help… I need you to stand beside me and guide me… tell me how dad would deal with things.” I said, struggling to control my emotions. She raised her hands and lightly stroked my face.

“I will stand by you son,” she said lovingly, “I am so grateful that we have you to lean on… you took care of everything after dad’s passing like a son would… Swetha is so lucky to have you as her husband… and Navya is still young… she needs a father figure… and I… I too need someone to depend on… we are all so lucky to have you.”

The mention of Navya, my sister-in-law, took my mind on another path. Uncle and I had gotten her transfer documents from her college at Calicut. Getting the transfer certificate and conduct certificate wasn’t much of an issue since the academic year had just begun. Ensuring her admission into a college in Pune was an immediate task in front of me. I had made a few calls and pulled some strings with the help of my boss who had some connections. I had to take her to MG College around 10 kms from my apartment and get the transfer procedures done today.

“Speaking of Navya, I have to take her to her new college today to complete transfer procedures.”

“Oh.. she is still sleeping. I’ll go wake her up.” Mom offered.

“No. I’ll do it. You finish up on the dosas.” I told her gesturing at the pan on the stove. I walked to the small room to the left of the main door of our apartment which Swetha had used as a storeroom earlier. We had cleared it out for Navya. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open. It was dark inside since the curtains were drawn closed. I walked to it and pulled it open. Light filled the room illuminating the small bed on which she was asleep, blanket drawn up over her head. I went and sat on the bed. Gently I lifted the blanket off her face. The view of Navya’s serene sleeping face stirred something in my belly. The uncanny resemblance it had with that of Swetha never ceased to surprise me. I took hold of her arm over the blanket and shook her gently. She opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light the open curtain had caused in the room.

“Good Morning,” I said smiling.

“Jiju?” she said groggily, disoriented from waking up in a new bed. ‘Jiju’, that was what she called me. She probably learned it from Bollywood movies. It always caused a flutter in my heart. I didn’t have a sister of my own. So I really liked Navya. However, not all of my feelings towards her were brotherly. The resemblance to my wife often created some perverted images in my mind… but I made sure to keep them in check. Outwardly, I was always her loving brother-in-law… her Jiju.

“Wake up Navya… we have to get your transfer procedures done at Altyazılı Porno your new college today.” I said. Slowly she sat up on the bed, her face a blank. I had no idea how she was feeling. Dad’s passing had affected her the most. Not only did she lose her father, but due to the relocation she had lost her friends too. Maybe she was angry with me for it was my decision to bring her here. I felt it was the right thing to do. The family had to be kept together if they are to pull through this unfortunate tragedy.

“Get ready, we have to be there at 10.” I said as I left the room.

I went back to my room. Swetha was still asleep. I bent down to kiss her forehead. Her eyes opened slowly.

“Morning love!” I smiled. She lay there, not responding… just looking up at the ceiling.

“You have to get up now if you plan on reaching office at time.” I told her. She worked at a Public Sector Bank in a local branch at walking distance from our apartment.

“I’ll call in sick,” she said and turned facing away from me, going back to sleep. Seeing the mood that she was in, I thought it’d be better to leave her be. I took a bath in the attached bathroom of our bedroom. By the time I dressed up and went to the dining room, mom was waiting with my breakfast ready on a plate. I sat down and started munching on the crispy dosa and coconut chutney.

“Swetha isn’t up yet?” Mom asked.

“She is staying home today… went back to sleep,” I said in between chewing, “she must be tired. One more day’s leave shouldn’t be an issue at her bank.”

Mom observed me silently as I ate my breakfast. Something seemed to be on her mind. A couple of minutes later she spoke.

“Son, there is something I want to talk to you about.”

“Yes mom.”

“It’s just that… one thing dad wished for the most was to see a grandkid… he would tell me often how amazing it would be to hold Swetha’s baby in his arms… it’s so sad that he didn’t get his wish fulfilled,” mom said looking earnestly into my eyes, “but I think you and Swetha should have a baby soon… it’ll be good for her… take her mind off things.”

I was surprised by the open suggestion. Though I’d heard murmurings of this before, no one had actually said this to my face before. I didn’t answer her. I contemplated it for the rest of the breakfast. Navya got ready and joined the breakfast table soon. She had worn jeans and a yellow top that looked quite nice on her.

After breakfast me and Navya left the apartment. At the door, mom looked deep into my eyes as if urging me to seriously consider what she’d told me before.

Though Navya’s new college was only around 10 kms away, it took us 25 minutes to reach there due to traffic. She was quiet the entire drive. I was silent as well, coz mom had given me a serious matter to consider.

Me and Swetha had discussed this previously. We had both decided to wait for two or three years before trying for a child. We were still young. I was only 28 and Swetha 26. But things seemed different now. The way mom spoke at breakfast got me thinking. Swetha had lost the guiding light of her life, her dad. She seemed completely lost these past two weeks… ate too little… spent way too much time sleeping. She needed something to look forward to… something that can be her guiding force… and a baby seemed like the most logical thing. My mind was gravitating towards this conclusion when we reached the college.

I parked the car neatly into a lane in the visitor parking. I shut off the engine and looked over to the left. Navya made no move to get out of the car. She seemed lost in her thoughts.

“Navya?” I called. She didn’t hear me. Her hands were on her thighs. I placed my left hand on her right one and called again. That brought her out of the reverie.

“Are you alright?” I asked. The eyes that looked at me told me she wasn’t. They were vacant… like there was no hope left in her. I snapped open my seatbelt and leaned over, taking both her hands in mine.

“Navya… I know how hard this has been… I know your dad meant the world to you… like it did for Swetha and Mom… and I am so sorry that he is no more with us,” I said with as much love and courage I could muster, “I understand that you are feeling lost now… without his presence… without his guidance… I understand that… and it’s okay to cry… it’s okay to feel down… but just don’t shut yourself up… you have to talk to your sister… your mother… we have to tide over this as a family.”

I could see emotions rushing out of her onto her face. Her eyes moistened. Her lips were shaking with a cry that she was trying hard to suppress.

“I am here… I want you to know that… I’m here for whatever you need,” I continued, “Anything you need… even if it’s someone to talk to… or just a shoulder to cry on… I’m here.”

The dam of her eyes opened and tears burst through. The car was filled with her cry. She bent her head and rested Brazzers her forehead on my forearm as she wept. I let her. She needed to get the grief out of her. Warm tears fell on my arm.

Minutes passed by. Slowly she quietened down. Soft sobs still escaped her lips as she raised her head. I wiped the tears off her face with my fingers. Before withdrawing my hands, I gently pushed a few strands of hair from her face to behind her ear.

“I’m here.” I assured her once again. We spent a few more minutes in the car till she calmed down, before going inside the college.

The transfer procedure involved quite a lot of paperwork and an interview with the principal. It was noon, when we reached home. Mom was sitting on the sofa absentmindedly flipping through TV channels. Navya sat beside her and hugged her, tired from all the paperwork and the crying. Mom hugged her into her bosom.

I went to my bedroom and found Swetha still on the bed. I sat beside her sleeping figure and looked at her beautiful face worn out from the stress of the past week. I remembered the conclusion I had come to during the drive. I decided that a baby would be the best thing for her life now… and not just hers… a baby would bring back a lot of joy to the people in this house… the joy that was snatched from them by fate.

I went to the door and closed it. I came back to the bed and got under the blanket behind Swetha. I snuggled up close to her and draped my arm over her. Her body was warm from being under the blanket and mine cold from the car AC. I hugged her close to me. I could feel her body waking up from the sleep. Still not fully awake, her arms and legs moved a bit by instinct adjusting herself to my position. I positioned my head near the nape of her neck and kissed her gently. It invoked a series of wave-like movements from her head to her feet.

“Nitin,” she called my name in her raspy just-awake voice.

“Mmm,” I said placing more gentle kisses on her neck and getting similar waves of movement in return.

“Nitin, what are you… doing?” she asked, the ticklish sensations from the erogenous zone on her neck leading her body to respond to my kisses. The sensations in her body had temporarily overpowered her mind and brought her out of her sad thoughts. I pulled, turning her around to face me and resumed the kisses on her neck. She squirmed at the ticklish sensation each kiss brought forth.

“I need you baby,” I talked between necking her, “I need my Swetha back… my joyful fun-loving Swetha… I need you back if I am to take care of your family, our family… don’t leave me alone like this… I need you.”

She heard me without responding in words, but I could sense the response in her body… in how it responded to my kisses. She placed a hand behind my head and started caressing my hair as I planted sensuous kisses on her neck. She raised her feet and placed it over my legs rubbing them along smoothly. I pulled her tight into a hug. Our legs tangled together and my right leg moved in between hers. I felt a warmth radiating down from her to just above my knee… from her vagina. I moved my legs gently back and forth rubbing my thigh between her legs and found the warmth increasing. I lifted my lips off her neck and planted it on her expecting lips. My lips blended with hers as we kissed, getting more passionate with each passing second. I put my tongue through her parted lips finding her tongue. They danced with each other sensuosly exchanging saliva. Few seconds later, her tongue pushed mine back into my mouth and followed, exploring my mouth. My cock was getting hard with the passionate kissing. I moved my hand to her back, sliding it along her hips. My fingers encountered the waistband of her track pants. I slid them underneath it as well as the waist band of her panty. My palms rested on my wife’s meaty butt cheek. I squeezed. She responded by moving even tightly into my arms, pushing her vagina down on my thigh. I squeezed again and found her responding by grinding herself on my thigh. I then started lightly grazing my finger along the crease of her spine, beginning at the top of her butt crack. Swetha liked such feather-like caresses. My hands popped out of her panty and track pants as my finger moved up along her back. It slid underneath her t shirt. My finger traced a path along the middle, up and over her bra strap… along the back of her neck. She shuddered and closed her eyes as my fingers grazed the base of her head at the back of her neck. That was the spot that got her every time. A slight touch with my fingers or a light peck of my lips there broke down her defences no matter how angry she might have been at me.

This time too it worked. Her whole body shivered. She grinded hard on my thigh and pushed her breasts against my chest. I knew it would happen. One year of passionate lovemaking had taught me all I needed to know about her body and its special zones. I made my move to the next zone.

I removed my hand from inside her t shirt and brought it up to her face through her side. I held her face by the chin and turned it towards the bed so that I would have easy access to her left ear. My mouth moved towards it. When it was close enough, I parted my lips and nibbled on her earlobe.

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And that was the way my holiday continued at my two aunties. Daily doses of punishment, followed by lots of fucking. I soon found out that I was, in Aunty Carol words “a true sub” – which I guess meant I loved playing the submissive.

And I also loved fucking them! But towards the end of my stay, something happened that changed everything. I was introduced to Caren. And from then on my life was no longer the same.

I’d been at the spacious San Diego mansion for about three weeks, when Aunty Chrissy – the 40-year-old – came into the kitchen where I was enjoying a pre-breakfast mug of coffee. As usual, I was stark naked, a state that both Chrissy and Carol insisted on.

Chrissy wasn’t exactly fully dressed, either. She was wearing a little black satin push-up bra, and her upper breasts mounds glowed tanned and shiny. Fuck, she had great boobs! On her hips were slung a pair of matching black satin panties. On her feet, her customary high heels. She looked fuckable – very fuckable!

After pouring a mug of coffee for herself, she settled beside me on the couchette in a nook of the kitchen and placed a smoochy kiss on my mouth. My cock started to move skyward.

Just when I reached peak erection, Aunty Carol, aged 37 but looking like a twin version of her older sister, marched into the kitchen, also dressed like the fuck machine she was. Her outfit was a replica of her sister’s, but for the fact that the push-up bra and panties were bright red, not black. Either way, the garb had me hungry for her.

Carol settled down on my other side and stroked my thick hard-on.

“Shall you tell him, or me?” she asked Aunty Chrissy.

“You can,” smiled Aunt Chrissy, “I’ll just watch his reaction.”

Carol grinned and looked me in the eye. “You’re gonna put on a show today,” she informed me. “Play your part well and there’ll be something in it for you.”

“What part?” I asked, curious to hear more about this “show”.

“We’ve got a client, her name’s Caren,” said Carol, “and she’s loaded. Not just in the tits department, either, you fucking pervert, Roger. She’s mega rich – or, let’s say her husband is.”

“I didn’t think you took masochist women for clients,” I said. Both my aunts roared with laughter.

“She’s no masochist,” laughed Chrissy. “Far from it – in fact, she’s a fuckin’ ball breaker! She’s 44, she works out, she runs marathons and she’s stacked.”

I nodded, slowly. I was starting to get the drift.

“And she likes watching us working over our men,” said Aunt Carol. “Usually, we choose the younger of our clients – men in their 40s, some even in their late 30s. She doesn’t go for older types.

“And when she heard we’d been turning you into our teenage slave, well, she just had to pay us a visit. And as I said, she’s loaded, so play your cards right and you might find yourself on a nice pay day.”

“What do I have to do?” I asked my aunts, now super curious about this Caren woman.

“Well,” said Carol, “you put on a good show, lots of winces, lots of shouts, cries, sobs, call for mercy, you know the sort of stuff. And when we’ve worked you over for an hour, maybe less, then you go to her. You’ll pick it up very quickly, I’m sure.”

I sipped on my nearly finished coffee, and nodded. “She pay you for this?” I asked.

“Yep,” said Aunty Chrissy. “And very well. And if she likes you, well, there will be something to put in your hip pocket. OK?”

I gulped down the coffee Porno and nodded. “Fine – when does she arrive?”

“She’ll be here in an hour,” said Aunt Carol. “You will answer the door for her, and you’ll be naked. We’ll truss your cock and balls so you provide a pretty picture. Now, breakfast, and then we’ll get you ready.”

And that was how I answered the door bell chimes 60 minutes later, after a cleansing shower and a fresh shave to remove all body hair from my chest, nipples, back, thighs, calves, cock and balls and backside. I was nude, and a shiny black leather ball divider strap had separated my bunched balls and was tied tightly around my shaft. I was thick and hard, the strap serving as an engorgement device.

When I answered the door, I panted at the sight that greeted me.

Standing there, dressed in a crisp white shirt and a tight black leather miniskirt was a woman who was absolutely stunning. She had lovely brown hair, brown eyes and was the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on – and she was built! Her breasts looked large, her thighs were bronzed, her calves strong but finely shaped. And she was pretty.

The fact that at 44 she was even older than my two aunts didn’t matter in the slightest – she looked younger than both of them. Fuck, she looked 10 years younger!

I must have been gulping like a stunned mullet, because she smiled a small smile as she brushed past me and then I slammed the door shut.

She looked at me as if she owned me – and I guess she did!

“Follow me,” she snapped, and her voice was almost English, only had a slight trace of an American accent. I walked behind her as she walked up the staircase, eyeing her sensational ass as it rippled beneath the shiny, smooth and obviously hugely expensive leather that sheathed her buttocks.

This glorious created opened the door to a guest bedroom, which she obviously used whenever she visited my two aunts, and walked to a chair by an open window.

She seated herself, then produced a black ivory cigarette holder from her Louis Vuitton leather grab bag and screwed a Parliament into it. “Light me,” she snapped, passing me an old-fashioned, gold-encrusted lighter.

I did the job and stood patiently by the side of her chair. She inhaled deeply on her cigarette and then blew blue smoke over my hard-on and dragged a superbly manicured nail along its underside.

“That’s nice,” she smiled, “but I can get all the cocks I want.”

And then she stood and ran a cool hand over my cheek, then down my chest, until she had cupped my balls. I was still hard as a lump of lead, and I was breathing heavily.

Caren smiled at me and then spoke softly in her near-English accent: “I like to see young men punished. I like to hear their cries. Their sobs.”

Then she kissed me softly on my cheek. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone. “Know why?”

I shook my head. “No madam,” I said, huskily, and it came out like a rasp. I don’t know why I called her “madam”, it just seemed right.

“Because when I watch a young stud get punished I get aroused, and I don’t want my panties sopping wet when I drive home,” she said, grinning at me, a cruel grin, but fuck, she was so beautiful I just drank her glorious looks in.

I nodded. I didn’t know what to say to that.

Then she inhaled on her Parliament again and this time blew smoke over my face.

“Do a good job Altyazılı Porno with your aunts. Then do a good job with me. Then I might be grateful.”

Again I nodded.

“Downstairs,” she snapped at me. “You know where to go. I’ll be along when I’m good and ready.”

I nodded again, and moved quickly from the bedroom. I knew where I had to go, and when I entered the games room I found my two aunts waiting, both in their domination gear.

Aunty Chrissy laughed when I entered the chamber. “Well, hello, hello, you young slut,” she smiled. “Look at him, Carol, harder’n a SDPD officer’s nightstick. Fancy her, do you, stud?”

I nodded at my aunties. “She’s gorgeous,” I murmured, and again Aunt Chrissy laughed.

“Just wait till she rewards you, Roge,” she said, “then she’ll be even more fuckin’ gorgeous. OK, sis, time to get him ready.”

The “Torture Twins” as they billed themselves on their DVDs, swung into well-oiled action. Soon, they had me standing in the center of the room, my ankles thrust wide by a chrome spreader bar. I had been ordered to bend over and place my hands on the plush shag pile carpet, with my fingers extended. It exposed my ass for attack and was a position that strained my muscles.

But from that position I could see my aunts, who stood in front of me, smiling with content. Both wore matching black satin quarter-cup brassieres, with gleaming black satin garter belts, which held up black, seamed stockings. On their foot were high-heeled “Fuck me” stilettos. Their pussies were bare, their gashes gleaming in the harsh light. Despite my position of submission, my cock was still erect and throbbing. They looked lovely – nothing as sexy as Caren, but still fuckin’ good!

And speaking of Caren, the door to the torture chamber opened and in she walked. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear the door open.

She walked off to one side and sat down in a padded leather easy chair and then I heard her.

“He looks ready – still hard I see,” she said in her ultra-cool voice. “OK, let the fun begin.”

Aunt Chrissy moved in front of me, really close, then widened her stance until her feet were on either side of my bent body and she lowered her pussy until it pressed down onto the nape of my neck. Aunt Carol moved behind me and I felt the coolness of a leather crop laid on my bare butt.

“Whoooosh!” The leather cracked onto my ass and I yelped. I wasn’t acting either – Aunt Carol used a lot of force.

And so my aunt-torturesses went to work.

I was whipped across my buttocks, then my upper chest, my thighs, back and front. I was ridden. Given cock and ball torture, and pressed between the aunts’ lovely thighs to worship at their musky minges.

I sobbed and pleaded and put on a great act of being a sobbing slave but, apart from some of the cock and ball torture, it was all stuff I was used to.

Then, about 25 or maybe 30 minutes after they’d started on me, I heard the words I’d been waiting for. A deep, husky, almost English voice panted: “Bring him to me, I want him!”

The aunts half-dragged, half-whipped me across the floor until my face was a foot or so from Caren’s glorious pussy. She had removed her miniskirt, but not her high heels. Her white shirt was now unbuttoned from throat to hem, her large breasts – or at least the inner mounds of her globes – were bronzed and bunched, only the shirt still covered her nipples. Her face was flushed, Brazzers as if she had been drinking. She was half-purring, half-panting.

I gazed at her light-brown pussy, the thick sex lips apparent and peeping from a trimmed thatch of fuzzy pubic hair. Her lovely lush thighs were draped over the arms of the chair.

“Pleasure me, slut,” she snapped, and I moved my face to her stunningly perfumed minge. My tongue flicked out and I tasted her wetness, then went to work to satisfy her.

It didn’t take long. Soon she was grabbing my head and thrusting her crotch onto me as I brought her to completion. Then her upper body fell back against the back of the chair and she calmed down.

Next she stood, still gripping my head firmly so it stayed in place between her fantastic thighs. From above me I heard her snap to my aunties: “Does he drink?”

One, or both, of them must have nodded, because I didn’t hear a word spoken, but instinctively I placed a lip seal on her pussy lips and as soon as she realised I was in place, she pumped her piss down into me.

It was hot, salty and tasted awful – I thought it was wonderful!

After relieving herself, the lovely woman ordered: “Clean me, slut!”

I obliged, then she dragged me to my feet, by grabbing on my ear.

“Come upstairs to my room,” she hissed, and I followed her, my thick cock still swaying in a semi-erection as I gazed this time at her naked buttocks as she led the way before me. They were bronzed, beautifully rounded. I wanted to kiss and lick them.

Back in the bedroom, she went to her Louis Vuitton bag and took from it a pair of red leather gloves. She pulled them onto her hands, smoothed the leather over them until it shone, then snapped: “Against the wall, cunt, hands behind your back!”

I obeyed. Then she gave me a face slapping, starting with her left hand – backhands, forehands. Then she switched to her right – she was stronger with the right. My head rang. As she cut into me, the shirt fell open, and I saw her large, brown nipples. They were erect with arousal.

Satisfied after raining 25 or more blows onto my reddened cheeks, she pulled the gloves off and held up her holder, with a fresh cigarette screwed into it. “Light me,” she commanded, and I obeyed.

As she dragged on her cigarette, she pulled her miniskirt back on, buttoned up her shirt and took an envelope from her bag and tossed it onto the bag.

“It’s your’s,” she said, sweetly. “Check it.”

I did. Inside lay 30 snug, crisp, brand-new notes. Each had the almost sneering face of Benjamin Franklin on them – $3000 dollars!

Caren saw the surprise on my face as I counted the money. “My husband’s worth 50 mill,” she said, in her upper-class accent. “And there’s more where that came from.”

Then she picked up her bag and moved to the door. “Stay here, slut,” she ordered. “I need to talk business with your aunties.”

Then she was gone. I went to the door and listened. From below, I heard Caren’s voice. She seemed to be at the front door. “He amuses me,” she said. “Bring him to me at 10 tomorrow morning. If there’s a change of plan, I’ll call you at 9. I’ll need him until 4 or 5.”

And then she was gone. I ran to the window and looked down onto the driveway below. I saw the woman I was in love with climb into a gun metal grey Aston-Martin and drive off.

For the rest of my holiday, I was taken to Caren’s La Jolla home each day by one or other or my aunts. I spent hours with her and at the end of each session there, in a white envelope, 30 Benjamin Franklins were waiting for me.

I still have holidays in San Diego. Only now, I visit the adorable, imperious Caren.

Not my two aunts.

The End.

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I was tired from a long day at work. I was glad though because I had the house to myself for the weekend because my wife Cindy was gone away. I had a quick bite to eat and took a long warm shower. I got into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I called Cindy and talked for a while, she was away on business and I didn’t bother going with her. She said her father got a new boat and that I should go to her parents’ house and check it out.

After I let her go I decided to head to her parents house to check the boat out. When I got there, the vehicles were gone so I decided to head leave. Just as I pulled out of the driveway Ashley came out from behind the house. I pulled back into the driveway and pulled up to the house. Ashley was Cindy’s younger sister, she was 18 and graduating from high school this spring. She must have been behind the house sun tanning because she was in her bikini. It had a pink bottom and the top was a green tube top that hugged her body very well. Her long brown hair flowed about her as the wind moved around the house.

“How are ya?” I said. I had my shades on so I carefully looked over her body. She was still only 18 but I had noticed over the last few months that she was definitely well developed.

“Good, why are you here Randy?” She was smiling and man was she hot!

I shut the truck off and took off my glasses. “Cindy told me your father got a new boat and I came down to see it”

“Yeah we got one, but mom and dad went away for the weekend to pick it up”

“Oh, cool, I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah its supposed to be really nice.” she said.

“So you home alone? Gonna have a big party this weekend?”

“I don’t think so!” she laughed.

“Why not?” I said jokingly.

“I don’t like the idea of being grounded the rest of the summer, and mom and dad might be home tonight if they don’t like the boat.”

“I know what you mean.”

“Come on in the house, I have to take a turkey out of the oven.” She said as she headed towards the house. I got out of the truck and followed her.

“What the hell are you doing cooking a turkey?” I laughed.

She laughed in response as she walked up the stairs. “Mom had it thawed out before she knew she was going away so I had to cook it for her.”

We were now in the house and it was really warm because the oven was on. I took off my sandals and went in. She had the oven door open and was checking the turkey.

“Yup, it’s ready.” She put on oven mitts and started to grab it.

“Give me that.” I said and I grabbed the oven mitts from her and pulled the turkey out of the oven. It was heavy and smelt good. “So what are you going to do with this, eat turkey all weekend?”

“I don’t think so. Do you want to help me?” She laughed.

“No thanks”

She made some turkey sandwiches and we chatted while she did so. We ate at the table and continued our conversation. It felt good to talk with her alone for such a period of time because we never really did. I felt as though I was getting to know her for the first time.

“Want some desert?” She said as she finished up her hot turkey.

“Sure, what have ya got?” I said. We had some desert and continued our conversation.

Just then the phone rang and she answered.

“Hello….Hi….Good, How did ya make out, is it nice?….Awesome!….Cool!, when you gonna be getting home?….Oh….Cool….Where?….Oh, when will you get back?….Monday? Cool…..” She looked at me and gave me a look that I don’t think she meant to give me. It probably wasn’t meant for me. She had just found out that she had the house to herself for the weekend. The look was a look that said: Finally I get my chance! I suddenly felt as though I should be responsible and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. She hung up the phone and stared at me with her hand on the phone.

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” She asked.

“Just to relax.” Maybe I wouldn’t have to be so responsible. Maybe her mom and dad wanted her to stay with me. Could I handle that?

“Would you mind staying with me? Mom and Dad won’t be home until Monday.”

“Sure, no problem” How could I refuse?

Ashley picked up the phone and called her boyfriend Kenneth. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. I listened Porno to her conversation to see if she was going to try and get him to come down. She didn’t say anything like that. She told him she was on her way to meet her parents. I figured she wasn’t on good terms with him and just wanted to get away from him. She got off the phone and came into the living room and sat down beside me. Her long brown hair fell in playful spiral curls, framing her face and teasing the long line of her neck. Tiny diamond earrings sparkled, but not as much as the glint in her eyes.

“Do you want to stay here for the evening or go up to your place?” She was looking at me as though we were planning a date.

“We can stay here,” I returned.

“Maybe you can go to the liquor store and get some drinks. I’d like to get smashed tonight.”

“I guess so, but no party tonight, I want no trouble or I am gone.”

“No, there won’t be a problem, everybody is going to think I am away with my parents”

“Oh really, why is that?” I asked curiously.

“Because I want to enjoy a weekend by myself.”

“Well I am going to get in the way too then” I was excited about her response. For some reason I though maybe she wanted to spend the weekend alone with me.

“You just go and get some rum and you will eventually figure it all out” She said as she rubbed her hands on her neck and stretched out her legs until they touched my thighs. I got nervous and got off the couch.

“It’s a deal then, I’ll be back in a bit.” I left the house and headed for the liquor store. I was shaking. I had to think this over. It was going to be awesome though, I think.

The phone call

The phone rang and Ashley grabbed the cordless and answered it. It was her friend Cassie. She told Cassie she was leaving for the weekend, she wasn’t telling anyone what she was really doing for the weekend. She squirmed uncomfortable as she talked to Cassie. She couldn’t help thinking of what she was going to do that night. One hand slid upwards, seemingly of its own accord, and brushed lightly over the hardened nipple of one breast. Ashley moaned, nearly dropping the phone at the shock of pleasure the simple touch sent through her. Once more, she tried to ignore her feelings and return to the conversation.

“Cassie I have to let you go I think my drive is here” She lied. She hung up the cordless and laid back on the couch. Again her hand moved, this time sliding down the side of her waist, across her flat belly until it reached the slightly damp place between her legs. Ashley was so hot she no longer cared whether Randy was going to be back soon or not. It was all for him anyways. All she knew was that something had to be done about this, and she was the only one there to do it. One hand slipped under the edge of her bikini bottoms, between the warm folds to find her swollen pleasure center. The touch sent waves of heat rolling through her, and she moaned loudly, her hips thrusting forward. Her other hand rose to her breast and under her bikini top, where she rolled her nipple between her fingers. Her hips moved gently against her finger, which slipped easily in the moistness.

She could feel the pressure building, and her second hand slipped to her waist to join the first under her now soaked bikini bottoms. She moaned again, rubbing the swollen bud of pleasure while other finger slipped deep inside her. The feeling of her finger sliding through the warm wet of her own juices intensified the building of her feelings, and she knew she was about to go over the edge. She opened her eyes, and gave into her fantasies, imagining Randy bending over her, whispering to her. Her hips arched upward, hard against her hand, and the world exploded. Slowly she came back to reality, and blushed as she remembered the loud cry she had made as she came.

She relaxed as her heart started to slow down and the blood rushed away from her crotch. She knew Randy would be home soon. She knew that he was excited by her and she loved it. But she didn’t know how to seduce him. She knew he was a faithful boyfriend but she also knew that his wife was hours away and that he constantly looked her over. That made her feel hot. During the summer she always made sure she was wearing something sexy when Altyazılı Porno he was around because she knew how uncomfortable he felt by her sexy display. It was exciting her.

But she still didn’t know how to get over the first hurdle, she knew that the liquor would probably do it, but he might not do anything while she was drunk, besides, she wanted to be sober during the experience. She decided to go take a shower; she needed one anyways. She went to her room and looked for something to wear a little later on. She decided on a purple top with a black leather skirt. But most importantly she got her silk underwear ready, which included a silver bra and pink panties. This outfit was extremely sexy and revealing so they were hidden deep in her drawers and she only wore them at home when she was alone. She loved to look sexy when she was alone because it excited her and then she would please herself while she though dirty thoughts.

She laid the outfit out on the bed and went to the bathroom. Just as she closed the door she heard Randy come in the door. She hesitated at first, thinking she should go out and meet him, but she suddenly had a better idea. She took her bikini off and got in the shower. She turned on the hot water and let it run over her sleek body, hoping he would eventually come and see her.

The shower

I walked in the house with a quart of rum and some mix. I had decided to let fate take its course. If she wanted what I hoped, I would let her make the first move. I walked into the house and suddenly I heard the shower turn on. I went into the living room and sat on the couch. My heart was already beating like crazy and I found myself nervous. I lay there for quite a long time and the shower was still running. I didn’t think much of it, I liked long showers but it had been longer than a half hour. I decided to go and knock on the door and make sure she was all right.

I knocked lightly and listened with my ear to the door. I could hear some moaning, I suddenly felt worried that something may be wrong. Or were they moans of pleasure? I didn’t want to take the chance; I slowly opened the door and peaked in.

The room was full of steam and the moans were louder.

“Ashley, are you ok?” I said innocently but I could plainly see the blurred vision of her body through the glass doors of the shower stall. She was standing, so there couldn’t be anything wrong.

“Yes, I am fine.” She said. They must have been moans of pleasure!

“I heard some moaning, I thought you might have been hurt, sorry.”

Just then the shower door slid back and she immerged out of the steam. Her beautiful strong body was dripping with water and her hair was lying on her shoulders.

“Sorry Ashley!” I said as I looked away.

“That is ok Randy. I hoped you would come in.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I was thinking of you, that is why I was moaning. Does that make you feel uncomfortable?”

YES! “No, not really, I am flattered.” This was her first move I guess. Now it was my turn. “I have moaned about you before.” I said slowly. I found the courage to look at her. She was leaning against the wall and the water was flowing over her head. She was so damn beautiful! Her nice round breasts, and tight little nipples were the most sexy and amazing thing I had ever seen. She is 15 years younger than me!

She held her hand out to me.

“Help me out?” I took her hand and helped her out of the shower. The steaming water was still pouring off of her, and she brushed her wet hair back behind her ears. As she got closer I thought I was going to blow my load right there.

“Ash, I am very scared and excited of where this might go” I had to say something.

“Me too. But don’t you think it would be amazing?” She said as she grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt.

“Yes it would.”

“Then lets do it. I can keep a secret, can you?”

“For this? Definitely.”

She then took off my shirt and I helped her. I then backed myself against the bathroom counter. She traced a line down my chest with her fingernail. She was leaving a dripping trail on the floor, and the shower was still sending steam into the air.

She leaned in towards me, and my back was up against the cold counter. Brazzers Her stiff breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel the hard tips of her nipples pressing into my skin.

“You make me really hot when you are around Randy. I am alone this weekend and Cindy is away. We are alone together and can be the whole weekend. I think it would be fun to experience the most exciting thing ever for us right now, and not pass this opportunity.” Perfect I thought.

She tilted her head up towards me, her eyes closed, and her lips slightly parted. I lowered my mouth onto hers. She had a sweet tasting mouth. She was a gentle kisser, she lapped softly at my lips, rather than trying to devour me. But she was thorough, too, and her tongue gently explored every part my mouth. As I kissed her, I fantasized about how exquisite her gentle kissing would be, if she were to kiss me somewhere else. We made out softly for a long time. She didn’t put her arms around my neck like a lot of women do. Instead, she caressed my shoulders and chest. I did the same to her. She had wonderful nipples, taut brown circles with hard nubs like little pencil erasers. I rolled them in my fingers, and squeezed her breasts in my hands.

I took a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I pinched her, maybe a little harder than I normally would have, because she had me so hot with emotion. She moaned into my mouth as we made out, and her face winced with pain, but she pressed herself harder against me, and began to rub her thigh against mine. I was drenched, and furiously, passionately aroused by then.

She licked the beads of steam from my chest, and my stomach, and then worked her way slowly downwards, until she was kneeling in front of me, her face towards the waist button of my jeans. She undid the button and the zipper with her slender fingers, and pulled my jeans down to my thighs. Then she pulled the waistband of my boxers down, and exposed me. She put a fingertip on the head of my cock and swept up a bit of the clear fluid that was squeezing out of the tip. She put her finger in her mouth and tasted it.

“It’s sweeter than I thought it would be,” she said.

“Have you ever done this before Ashley?” I had to ask.

“I am a virgin to everything Randy. This weekend will be fun as well as educational,” She giggled. I wish she hadn’t said that. It pained me to look down at her, but I did and she was beautiful and innocent looking, which I already knew.

She said, “You’re sweeter than candy, I am going to love this” She kissed me then, on the stomach. Then she kissed me right where my brain was begging her to kiss me, and my breath caught in my lungs. I made a small, agonized sound in my throat as her wet, gentle lips caressed me. She licked and lapped at me in small motions, starting at the head, and caressing her way slowly, warmly, gently downwards. I thought I was going to die. She kissed me and sucked me, softly. She licked and nibbled, yet more softly. I whimpered like a hurt animal. Then she began to engulf me, inch by softly agonizing inch. I was getting weak in the knees by this time, if I hadn’t been leaning against the counter, I probably would have fallen down. My legs trembled and I gritted my teeth in desperate concentration. Then she began to bob her head. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I could feel a lava heat rising fast through my loins. I had to stop her, then, so I wouldn’t cum in her mouth.

“Ashley,” I gasped, “Stop it. Stop! I’m gonna cum.”

She released. “I must be doing it right then. Just relax.” She entered my hardness back into her mouth and put her hands on my thighs, then, and began to bob her head and suck me hard. I breathed in sharply, and then lost it. Oh boy, did I lose it. I shot out my seed so hard that it hurt me. I blasted 4, 5, maybe 6 times… My loins kept on contracting violently, and she kept on sucking me, and milking me with her hands, until long after I had run dry. The inside of my cock burned from the force of my ejaculations. I slumped down to the floor, then, my legs no longer able to hold me up. I ended up sitting on the floor with my back to the counter.

She crawled up against me, and tucked herself under my arm.

“How do you feel?” she asked, running her hands through my hair. I looked at her as if I had been sentenced to be shot at dawn. She kissed my shoulder.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad, can it?” she asked.

I closed my eyes, and smiled. “No Ashley, it was great.”

“It’s going to be a fun weekend isn’t it ran”

“Yes it is.”

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All characters in this story are above 18 years of age.

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“Please don’t kill him,” my sister pleaded.

“This bastard tried to kiss you,” he was choking under my hand.

We went to a bar to get a couple of drinks. This was making moves on my sister when I went to washroom, I was mad with rage, I dragged the son a bitch our side and strangled him.

“Hugo please,” she said.

“No fucking was sis, you belong to me, only me.” I shouted.

She cowered in shadows, she never saw me this angry. I sank my fangs into his throat and rip it apart.

“No, you didn’t!” She screamed in horror.

I didn’t feel any remorse, I was insane with anger. His blood started gushing from the wound, we needed out from there before anyone caught us. I grabbed my sister’s hand and ran into the night.

“You murdered him,” she shouted back in our apartment.

“Yes I noticed,”

“But why?”

“I love you, sis.”

“That’s no reason to take a life.”

“Just relax,”

“How the fuck could I relax, a man just did because of me. I am going to report this to police.” She said.

“Really Porno ,you will report me, your brother.” I stood up.

“Sorry bro, but…”

“Just go to sleep,” I ordered,

And she obeyed.

“A man’s body was found in an alley in downtown. I was clearly a murder, as the victims throat was ripped apart. The police have no clue to what or who did this.” The news reader said as my sister entered the room.

I stopped TV as it did nothing to up lift our mood. My sister stopped talking to me since last night.

I want over to her and kissed her under her eat.

“Stop it,” she said as I nibbled on her ear.

“STOP it, I said,”

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…” I muttered into her ear.

“OK, I love you too.” She resigned.

“Do you think police could find us?” She asked as she went over to make breakfast.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“I need to relax bro, I am soo stressed.”

I pulled her into my lap and started kissing her neck. She moaned softly as she felt my hand grab her breast.

“I love you,” she said huskily.

I put my Altyazılı porno lips on hers and slid my tongue in, she moved a little so as to be more comfortable.

I removed her tee shirt and started sucking her naked breasts. I will never get bored of that.

She stood up and remove her panties. I stripped looking at her savoring her husky odour. We kissed one naked body against another.

She dropped to her knees and took my cock in to her mouth. She got very good a giving blowjobs these days. She sucked on it till I came in her mouth.

We cleaned up and she continued making breakfast.

I went to the Fiod manor that day. I was shown in the hall by the butler who went to call his mistress.

I could never get over the elegance of the room as many times as I visited. The black marble floor, the tapestries and the windows.

Evelin Fiod entered the room as beautiful as ever, she smiled at me, a smile so charming , so seductive the he had resist the urge to jump on her right now.

“I did something,” I started.

“I know, it’s all over the news.” She said.

“I need Brazzers help,”

“And why should I help you?”

“Because it happened because of you.”

“No, it happened because of your sister, you idiot.”

She walked towards me and kissed me on my lips, I returned the kiss with a lot more enthusiasm.

“No, time for this stupid foreplay,” said as she stripped me.

She dropped her robe exposing her lithe body. She pushed him on to the carpet and fell on top of me. I rolled over so that she is under me and I put my cock inside her.

“Where have you been?” Asked my sister as I returned home.

“Had a small job,”

“I had been worried out of my mind here.”

“Sorry sis”

“What is that smell? Perfume?”

“What?”

“You have been with another women,”

“But…”

She started crying. I put my arms round her.

“Will explain, please stop crying…”

At that moment somebody knocked the door.

I went to see who it was.

“Its the police, sir,”

“Shit, shit, shit”

I opened the door.

“I am officer Jones, I am investigating a murder, we suspect your involvement, may we enter.”

“Do you have warrant?”

“No, but we will get it.”

“Then you can go back to your station and fuck yourselves.” I slammed the door on his face.

My sister was standing there.

“Sis, we need to leave.”

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üzerinden amını okşuyor bir eliylede memelerini okşuyordu. bende aletimi külotumun üzerinden çıkarıp okşamaya başladım gözünü hiç 23 cm lik ve kalın sikimden ayıramıyordu..bu arada eşide gelmiş ve kapı aralığından bizi gözetlemeye başladığını farkettim..ama ben haberim yokmuş gibi davranıyordum.çünki meryemin fantazisi buydu. meryemin yanına geldim ve onu kucaklayıp yatağa bacakların öne çekik biçimde oturtuyorum.arkasına bir yastık koyuyorum.yaslanıyor.bende üzerine bacaklarım ayrık bir şekilde oturuyorum sikimi ağzına verdim.. emmeye başladı.elimlede kaçlarımdan yapışmış olarak sikimi kendine doğru çekiyordu. boğazına kadar aldı bitanem .ağzını O yaptı vesikimi ama giriyormuş gibi girip girip çıkıyorumdum bebeğimmmm ohhhh diye sesler çıkarıyordu harika ağzımı güzelce sik diye inliyordu.bende ağzıında güzel bitanem.tıpkı am gibi.çok tatlı. diye kulağına fısıldıyordum. meryem inleye inleye emerken ağzına tekrar boşaldım.menileri yaladı. bu arada meryemde boşaldı ve parmağımla amının zevk sularıa dokunup ağzıma götürüp tadına baktırdım. sonra yatakta biraz dinlenirken yatak sohbeti yaptıktan sonra elimi tanganın üzerine koydum ve amını yavaş yavaş okşamaya başladım.amının yavaş yavaş kabardığını hissediyordum.bu arada dudaklarım dudaklarında emişiyoruz .ısırıyorum dudaklarını. göbeğini emiyorum.ensesini boynunu omzu başalrını yalıyorum sonra seni yuzustu yatırıyorum ve bu kez kalçalrını yalamaya başlıyorum askım.ohhhhhh bitanemm.kaymak gibi askımmm.sonra dilimi amına gömüyorum ve emmeye başlıyorum bitanem.diye zevkten hem ben hem o sex çığlıkları atıyoruz.eşi ise bizi gizlice seyretme fantzisi içinde kendisininkini okşadığını görüyordum.ama meryem kendisnini bana bırakmnış ikimizde bulutların üsütünde uçuyorduk.hhhhh sıvılar geliyor askım.harika bir amın var.ateş gibi alev alev yanıyor bitanem.ohhhhh diye inliyordum. meryemle 69 oluyoruz ve o benim sikimi emerken bende onun ağdalı güzel amcığını yalıyorum.ohhhh amını emerken parmağımıda amına sokuyorum gidip 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Merhaba arkadaşlar, siteyi uzun zamandır beğenerek okuyorum. Adım Nurhayat, 38 yaşındayım. Düsseldorf’ta yaşıyorum. Görücü usulü evlendim. Ben Karadeniz bölgesinde yaşayan, fakir bir ailenin en küçük kızı idim. Hali vakti yerinde diye beni şuanki kocama verdiler. Kocam kısa boylu, göbekli, saçı baya dökülmüş biri. Ben ise nerdeyse ondan uzun boylu, güzel bir vücut sahibi bir bayanım. Evlenene kadar hiç kimse ile ilişkiye girmedim. Uzaktan beğendiğim erkekler olmuştur ama, öyle konuşmadan fazla hiç asla ileri gitmedi. Elimden bile tutturmadım. Sex konusunda hiç tecrübem yoktu yani. Almanya’da düğün yaptık ve gerdek gecesi kocamla ilk yatmamız çok kötü geçti. Kocam, şimdi anladım ki, hem Penisi küçük, hem de kadının zevkini hiç düşünmez bir insanmış. Doğru dürüst sarılıp öpmeden direk içime girdi ve kızlığımı bozup, 3 dakika sürmeden içime boşaldı. İnanın ne olduğunu bittiğini anlamadım bile. Sadece kendi kendime, (Hepsi bu mu? Yani kız arkadaşlarımın ballandıra ballandıra anlattıkları bu mu?) diye düşündüm. Günlerim ve gecelerim iyice ızdırap olmuştu. Sonra ilk çocuğumu dünyaya getirdim ve aradan pek fazla geçmeden ikinci çocuğumu. Çocuklar büyüdü, ama ben halen ne kocamdan nede hayatımdan hiç zevk almadım. Kocamın kendine ait işyeri açması onu çok değiştirdi. Bencilliği yetmezmiş gibi, birde kendini çok yükseklerde görmeye başladı ve bu hali dahada çekilmez etti onu. Sex hayatımız 2 haftada nerdeyse 1’ e düştü. Kocamın dışarılara gittiğini biliyordum, ama inanın tek benden uzak dursun da, ne yaparsa yapsın diyordum. Bir ara kadın arkadaşlarla gün yapmaya başladık. Benim için bir değişiklik oluyordu. Kadınlar bana hep imrenirdi. Arabam vardı, param vardı, ama mutlu olmadığımı kimse bilmiyordu. Konu bazen Sex’ten açılınca, kadınlar öyle şeyler anlatırdı ki, inanın tabiri caizse öküzün trene baktığı gibi bakardım. Günlerimizi, gece Türk restoranlarında yaptığımızdan arabayla gidiyordum. Bir gün gece eve dönerken arabamın tekeri patladı. Kocamı aradım, ama maalesef telefonu kapalıydı. Şaştım kaldım. Gece yarısı yol ortasında kaldım. Derken yanıma bir araba durdu. İçerisindeki adama bakınca öyle sevindim ki anlatamam. Kocamın arkadaşı, Hakan. “Hayırdır yenge hanım, bir sorun mu var?” dedi. Ben de, “Tekerim patladı, kocama ulaşamıyorum, şaşırdım kaldım!” dedim. Hakan kahkaha atarak güldü, “İlahi yenge, bu mu sorunun?” dedi. Hemen indi arabadan, bagajdan yedek tekeri çıkardı ve 10 dakika sürmeden tekeri değiştirdi. Ona, “Hakan bey çok zahmet oldu, eliniz çok kirlendi, ilerde bir Cafe var, orada elinizi yıkayın, bir de soğuk bir şey ısmarlayım!” dedim, ama zor kabul ettirdim. O önden, ben arkadan Cafeye vardık. Elini yıkadı, masaya geldi. Soğuk birşeyler sipariş verdik. Öyle karizmatik, öyle yakışıklı bir insandı ki, bir de Türk erkeklerinde, kusura bakmayın ama pek bulunmayan efendi ve naziklik vardı ki, resmen mest olmuştum. Cafede çalışan garson kız bile resmen yanımda Hakana asıldı. 10-15 dakika oturup sohbet ettikten sonra müsade istedi ve kalktık. Giderken bana kartını bıraktı, “Olur da kocana ulaşamaz, bir derdin olursa ara, elimden geldiği kadar yardım ederim!” dedi. O gece elimde olmadan onu hayal ederek uyudum. Kocam denen insan müsvettesi ise sabah sormadı bile, gece neden aradın diye. Aradan iki gün geçmeden, kocam bir gece beni aradı ve “Ben şu an Türkiye’deyim, haberin olsun! dedi. Son zamanlarda sürekli birşeyler bahane eder ve Türkiye’ye uçardı. Çocuklarım da 3 günlüğüne gitmişlerdi. Kaldım yine yalnız. Çantamı karıştırırken Hakanın kartı elime geçti. Çok düşündüm ve en sonunda, “Selam!” diye mesaj attım. 5 Dakika sonra, Hakan da, “İyi akşamlar, kimsiniz?” diye cevap yazdı. “Nurhayat ben, umarım rahatsız etmedim?” dedim. İnanın heycandan tir tir titriyordum. Ne yaptığımın bile farkında değildim. “Hayırdır, yolda mı kaldınız yine?” diye geri yazdı ve arkasından beni aradı. Laf lafıı açtı, nerdeyse 1 saat sohbet ettik telefonda. Kendimi çok kötü ve yalnız hissettiğimi söyleyince, “İsterseniz birazdan uğrayayım size?” dedi. Ben de biraz çekinmeme rağmen kabul ettim. Aradan 20 dakika geçmedi, kapımın zili çaldı. Hakan gelmişti. Kapıyı açtığımda ayaklarım titredi. İçeri buyur edip, çay demledim. Oturduk sohbet etmeye başladık. Nerdeyse tüm hayat hikayemi anlattım. Hakan 1.80 boyunda, çok sportif bir vücuda sahip ve mükemmel konuşmasını bilen bir insan. O konuştukça ben kendimden geçiyordum. Bir ara Lavobaya kalktı ve dönünce direkt yanıma oturdu. Sohbete devam ederken, bir ara elini dizime dokundurdu. Ben tepki vermeyince saçlarımı okşamaya başladı. Ben genç kız gibi utanıp kızarırken, Hakan beni kendisine çekip, önce yanaklarımdan, sonra boynumdan öperken, ürkek kedi gibi titremeye başladım. Vücudum resmen yanıyordu. Hakan sağ eli ile eteğimin altına girdi ve bacak aramı okşamaya başladı. Sonra birden dudaklarımı öpmeye başladı. Ne yapacağımı bilmiyordum, dilini ağzımın içine sokup öpüyordu beni. Alt dudağımı emip, elini külotumun içine sokunca, titreyerek amımdan sular aktı. Utancımdan yerin dibine geçecektim, ama Hakan normalmiş gibi devam etti amımı ellemeye. 15-20 dakikaya yakın öpüştükten sonra beni kucaklayıp bir kat yukarı, yatak odama götürdü. Beni biryandan öperek, bir yandan da çırılçıplak soydu. Göğüslerimin arasına kafasını sokup, göğüslerimi ve uçlarını öyle ustaca öpüp emiyordu ki, bir kez daha titreyerek amımdan sular aktı. Bu yaşımda ilk bu gece ve şu an ikinci kez boşalmış ve Orgazm dedikleri şeyi tatmıştım. Göğsümden yalayarak göbeğime, ordan da bacak arama indi. Aman Tanrım, ne yapiyor bu demeye kalmadan, kafasını bacak arama sokup, amımı yalamaya başladı. Amımın ıslak olması umrunda değildi. Öyle yalıyordu ki, resmen uçuyorum sandım. Bir yandan yalıyor, bir yandan da parmaklarını amıma öyle ustaca sokup çıkarıyordu ki, inanın hatırlamıyorum kaç kez boşaldım. Bir saat am yalanır m? İnanın yaladı! Perişan oldum iyice. Sonra birden sırtüstü yattı, geriye doğru çekilip sırtını karyolanın baş kısmına yaslayıp, “Sıra sende birtanem!” dedi. Gözüne aval aval bakakaldım. Gülmeye başladı, “Ne o? Hiç yalamadın mı sen?” diye sordu. Kafamı yere eğip, “Hayır, ne yaladım, ne de bu yaşıma kadar amım yalandı!” dedim. Hakan birden, “O kocayın aklını sikeyim, seni hiç sikmemiş desene!” diye argo konuşunca, daha da bir etkilendim. Bu sefer ben onu soymaya başladım. Pantolon, gömlek, atlet derken külotunu bir indirdim… Öyle bir kocaman yarağı vardı ki, kocamınkinin en az 2, bilemediniz 3 katı uzun ve bileğim kadar kalın! Gözüm fal taşı gibi açıldı. Sikinin başını öpüp kenarlarını yalamaya başladım. Öyle tatlı bir tadı ve öyle temiz bir siki vardı ki, bir tane kıl yoktu. “Bebeğim başını ağzına al, dondurma yalarmış gibi!” dese de, başı ağzıma zor giriyordu. 10 dakika kadar yaladım ve beni yukarı çekti, “Gel sana ata binmeyi öğreteyim!” diye gülerek üzerine aldı ve, “Aşkım ağzına almada zorlandığına göre, amına da zorlanırsın. Sana bırakıyorum, alışa alışa al!” dedi. Amım zaten seller sular gibi akmış, yarağını amıma denkleyip üzerine oturayım dedim, ama nerde. Başı bile girmiyor. Ama Hakan öyle sabırlı, öyle tatlıydı ki, mecburdum onu almaya. Kendimi rahat bırakıp sürekli denedim. En sonunda kafası biraz girdi, ama gözümden de yaş aktı. Ben zorlayıp almaya uğraşırken, Hakan, “Aşkım zorla deneme, bırak o kendiliğinden girer!” dedi ve beni öpmeye başladı. Boynumu, göğüslerimi ve dudaklarımı öpüyordu. Yarağının kafasına resmen akıyordum. Dediği gibi, kendiliğinden yavaş yavaş girmeye başladı. Sanki kızlığımı bozuyordu, resmen içim yırtılıyor sandım. İnanın, baya sürdü, ama en sonunda içime alınca, kocaman bir ‘Ohhh!’ çekip boynuna sarıldım. Hakan ise, “Bak aşkım, aldın sonunda! Şimdi işi akışına bırak, kendin in kalk!” dedi. O koca yarak içimi doldurmuş, ben ardı ardına Orgazm olurken, dayanamadım başladım inip kalkmaya… Ya bir erkek bu kadar kendine sahip olabilir mi? Kocam 3 dakikada biterdi. Hakan beni 1 saate yakın, her pozisyonda, kanırta kanırta sikti, perişan etti. Son sözü, “Korunuyor musun aşkım?” idi. Ben de, “Korunuyorum canım, korunmasam bile doldur içimi döllerinle, kurban olsun Nurhayat bu yarağa!” dememle, sanki hortumdan su akar gibi içime sıcak sıcak döllerini fışkırttı. O boşalırken, ben de son kez gelip dudaklarına yapıştım. Sonra o koca yarağından inip göğsüne yattım. Dünyalar benim olmuştu. “Hakan, yalvarırım, beni kötü bir kadın sanma, kocamdan sonra ilk defa seninle böyle birşey yaşadım, ama inan ki pişman da değilim!” dedim ve sikini bir daha ağzıma alıp, o kol gibi yarağın içinde bir damla döl bırakmadım… Sonra beraber kalkıp duşa girdik. Ama inanın yürüyüşüm değişmiş, bacaklarım birbirinden ayrık yürüyordum. Hakan ise gülerek, “Merak etme aşkım, sabaha bir şeyin kalmaz!” dedi ve götümü okşayarak, “Sen daha benim bu yarağı arkana bile alacaksın zamanı gelince!” diyerek gülüyordu. Sabaha kadar Hakan amımı 2 kez daha o koca yarağına doyurdu. Sabah beraber kahvaltı yaptık ve Hakan da evine döndü. O da evli ve çok şanslı bir karısı var. Ben onun evliliğine göz dikmiş bir bayan değilim. Tanrı yuvasını bozmasın, ama beni de yaraksız bırakmasın. O günden beri Hakan’la sürekli buluşup sevişiyor ve sikişiyoruz, ilerde onun o koca yarağını arkamdan da alacağım. Bu yaptığımdan pişman değilim, kocam bunu hak etti.

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