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SUZANA İLK AMDAN ÇAKMAM!
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SİZ XHAMSTER TAKİPÇİLERİNE SÖZ VERMİŞTİM İLK AMDAN SİKİŞİMİZİ ANLATICAM DİYE GECİKMELİDE OLSA SÖZÜMÜ YERİNE GETİRMEK İSTEDİM.
ŞİLE MACERAMIZDAN SONRA TAM BİR SEKS CANAVARI İLE BAŞBAŞA KALMIŞTIM. HER FIRSATINI BULDUĞUNDA BEN ARABA KULLANIRKEN YADA İŞYERİNİN WC SİNDE BİR ŞEKİLDE SAKSAFON ÇALIP ARDINDAN BENDEN GELEN SPERMLERİ DAMARLARIMDAN KAN ÇEKİLİRCESİNE İÇMEYE DEVAM EDİYORDU SUZAN. AKŞAMLARI ONU EVİNE BEN BIRAKIYORDUM HER ZAMAN. YİNE BİR AKŞAM EVİNE BIRAKACAKTIM. AMA ÖNCE B.ÇEKMECE TARAFINDA BİR MÜŞTERİ ZİYARETİ YAPMAM GEREKİYORDU. İNAT ETTİ BENDE GELİCEM DİYE. MÜŞTERİDEN ÇIKTIKTAN SONRA ONU EVİNE BIRAKMAK BENİM İÇİN ZOR OLACAKTI AMA BENİ İKNA ETMEYİDE BAŞARMIŞTI.
MÜŞTERİMİ ZİYARET ETTİKTEN SONRA ARABAYI KUYTU BİR YERE ÇEKİP BİRAZ OYNAŞMAYI DÜŞÜNDÜM. BİRAZ OYNAŞIP ARDINDAN GÖTTEN FİNALLEYECEKTİM KAFAMDAKİ BU İDİ. O BÖLGEYİ ÇOK İYİ BİLİRİM VE CİDDEN GÖZDEN IRAK BİR YERE ARABAYI ÇEKTİM. ARABAM BÜYÜK TİCARİ BİR MİNİBÜS VE ARKAYA 2 KİŞİLİK YATAK ATILACAK KADAR GENİŞ BİR BAGAJIDA VAR. ARABAYI SOTA YERE ÇEKTİKTEN SONRA SUZAN BAGAJ KISMINI GEÇTİ ARDINDAN BENDE GEÇTİM. GEÇİNCE BİR GÖRDÜMKİ SANKİ YATAK ODASINDA GİBİ TAMAMEN SOYUNMUŞ BENİ BEKLİYOR. ARABAMIN İÇİNDE HEP BİR ÖRTÜ VARDIR ONU SERMİŞ YATMIŞ VE KENDİSİYLE OYNUYORDU. O KENDİSİ İLE OYNARKEN GİTTİM AĞZINA VERDİM ALETİMİ. BİR YANDAN AMINI OKŞUYOR DİĞER YANDAN DELİ GİBİ BENİ EMİYORDU. BİR SÜRE BU ŞEKİLDE DEVAM ETTİK AMA BEN DAHA FAZLA DAYANAMADIM VE AĞZINA FIŞKIRDIM. NE VAR NE YOK HEPSİNİ YUTTU HER ZAMAN YAPTIĞI GİBİ. AMA BEN RESMEN BİTMİŞTİM. GÜN İÇİNDE CİDDEN ÇOK YORULDUĞUM İÇİN HEM ERKEN BOŞALMIŞ HEMDE 1 KEZ BOŞALDIKTAN SONRA İYİCE YORGUN DURUMA DÜŞMÜŞTÜM. ÖRTÜNÜN ÜZERİNE UZANDIM AZ NEFES ALAYIM DİYE. AMA SUZAN HALEN YARRAĞI YEMEDİĞİ İÇİN DELİRECEK GİBİYDİ. TEKRAR BENİ YALAMAYA BAŞLADI VE ANINDA UYANDIRDI YARRAĞIMI. BEN SIRT ÜSTÜ YATMIŞ ONUN YALAMASINI İZLİYORDUM. SONRA YALAMAYI BIRAKTI ÜZERİME DOĞRU OTURDU. YARRAĞIMI AMINA SÜRTMEYE BAŞLADI. YARRAĞIM AM SUYUNDAN VICIK VICIK OLMUŞTU. ARA SIRA EĞİLİP YARRAĞIMDAKİ AM SUYUNU DİLİYLE TEMİZLEYİP SONRA YENİDEN SÜRTÜNMEYE DEVAM ETTİ. BİR SÜRE BUNU DEVAM ETTİRDİ. RESMEN İPLER SUZANIN ELİNDEYDİ. SÜRTÜNMEK ONA YETMEYİNCE İÇİNE GİRMEM İÇİN HAMLE YAPTI. AMA GÖTÜNE DEĞİL AMINA ALMAM İÇİN UĞRAŞIYORDU VE BEN BUNA ENGEL OLUYORDUM. KENDİSİNİ KOCASINA SAKLAMASINI ISRARLA SÖYLÜYORDUM. ASLINDA TABİKİ AMDAN İSTİYORDUM BENDE AMA ONUN KIZLIĞINI BOZMA HAKKINI KENDİMDE BULMADIM NEDENSE. ARDINDAN EVLENSEMDE BENİM KOCAM SEN OLACAKSIN VE BEN KIZLIĞIMI KOCAMA VERİCEM DİYE ANİDEN YARRAĞIMIN ÜZERİNE OTURDU. ARTIK AMINDAYDIM. VE İNANIN 3 KEZ BİLE GİRİP ÇIKMADAN YIKILAN GÖKDELEN GİBİ YIKILDI ÜZERİME O DERECE YOĞUN BOŞALDI. BEN KIZLIĞININ BOZULDUĞU İÇİN CANI ACIDI DİYE DÜŞÜNDÜM AMA MEĞER BOŞALMA ONU O HALDE GETİRMİŞTİ. AMINDAN ÇIKMAMA İZİN VERMİYORDU BEN KANI TEMİZLEMEK DERDİNDEYDİM O HALA BOŞALMA DERDİNDEYDİ. EN SONUNDA ONU BİR KEZ DAHA BOŞALTTIM VE DAHA SONRA AĞZINA VERDİM O BENİ YİNE YALAYARAK BOŞALTTI VE YUTTU. KANLI YARRAAĞIMI NEDEN AĞZINA ALDIN DEDİM AMA BİRDE BAKTIKKİ ORTADA KAN FELAN YOK. TEDİRGİN OLDUK İKİMİZDE NEDEN BOZULMADI DİYE. BİR YANDAN BEN HESAP SORUYORDUM SENİN İLK İN BEN DEĞİLMİYİM DİYE. HIÇKIRA HIÇKIRA AĞLAMAYA BAŞLADI YEMİN ETTİ SENDEN BAŞKA KİMSE OLMADI OLMAYACAKTA DİYE. BEN BU OLAYDAN SONRA ÇOK KIZDIM VE ONU EVİNE BIRAKTIKTAN SONRA KENDİMDE EVİME GİTTİM. ERTESİ GÜN İŞYERİNDE BENDEN İZİN İSTEDİ DOKTORA GİTMEK İÇİN. HİÇ SORGULAMADAN İZİN VERDİM AKŞAMIN KIZGINLIĞI İLE VE GİTTİ. ERTESİ GÜN ELİNDE BİR RAPOR İLE GELDİ DİĞER ELEMANLARA FARK ETTİRMEDEN RAPORU BANA VERDİ. BEKARET RAPORU ALMIŞ DOKTORDAN VE KIZLIK ZARI HEM ESNEK HEMDE EPEYCE GERİDEYMİŞ. VE BU RAPORDADA AYNEN YAZIYORDU. BANA BİRAZ TAVIR YAPTI AMA SİKİCİSİNDEN AYRI KALAMAYACAĞI İÇİNDE HEMEN O AKŞAM İŞYERİNİN WC SİNDE ÖNCE GÖTTEN SİKTİM SONRA SİKİŞ ANINDA ÇİŞİM GELMİŞTİ ÇİŞİMİ İÇMEK İSTEDİ BENDE ONU KIRMADIM. ASLINDA İĞRENÇ BİRŞEY AMA ÇİŞİMİ SU İÇER GİBİ SICAK SICAK SİKİMDEN ÇIKTIĞI GİBİ İÇTİ.
ÇİŞİMİDE İÇTİKTEN SONRA TAMAMEN ANLADIMKİ BEN BİR SEKS CANAVARI ORTAYA ÇIKARTTIM. BUNU ZAMAN İÇİNDE GRUP TA 3 ERKEKLE BİLE SİKİŞMESİ İSPATIDIR. ŞİMDİ ÇOK UZATTIM BİR DAHAKİNE SİZE İLK ARAMIZA ERKEK ALIŞIMIZI ANLATICAM.. BENİ TAKİBE DEVAM EDİN.

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Biseksüel Anılarım 6 – Murat’a Hazırlık

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Biseksüel Anılarım 6 – Murat’a Hazırlık
saat akşam 7’ye kadar Selin’i sikmiştim. Bir kez beraber banyo da seks yaptık. Birbirimizi güzelce yıkadık. Saat 8 gibi ona gitmem gerektiğini söyledim. Yarın için alınacak çok şey vardı. Önce eve gittim. Annemin giysilerine baktım. Gerekli şeyler varsa giysi almama gerek yoktu. Annem 38 yaşındaydı. 1.74 boyundaydı. Babam hiçbir zaman giyimine karışmazdı. O da çok abartmadan istediğini giyerdi. Mini eteği, şortu, dekolteli giysileri felan hep olurdu. Onları yarın Murat için giyinecektim. Ama bana iç çamaşırlar gerekliydi. Onlar da ne vardı yoktu bilmiyordum.

İç çamaşırlara baktığımda bunların yeteceğini anlamıştım. Dantelli külot vardı. Beyazdı. Oldukça tahrik ediciydi. Götüme çok iyi dururdu. Tamamen çıplak kaldım. Üstümde denedim. Aynen. Tam tahmin ettiğim gibiydi. Murat’ın külodu yana sıyırıp içime girdiğini hayal ettim. Sikim kalkmıştı. Yine taşaklarım ile götümün arası kaşındı. Ahhhh, keşke şu an burada olsaydı. Neyse yarın fazlasıyla zevkimi çıkaracaktım zaten. Başla külotlara baktım. Siyah, üstünde beyaz noktalı bir tane vardı. Onu da çok tahrik edici buldum. Onu da denedim. Gene çok güzel oldu. Götümün büyük olması külodun yanından kıçımın etlerinin çıkmasını sağlıyordu. Harika bir görüntüydü. Kendi götüm çok çekici gelmişti bana. Selin Abla’nın benim ki gibi göte sahip olmasını istedim. Çok daha fazla zevk verirdi bana. Aramaya devam ediyordum. Evet. İstediğimi sonunda görmüştüm. Tanga vardı. Annemin böyle şeylere sahip olması biraz şaşırtıcıydı. Ama hala gençtiler, normaldi birazda. Tanganın yanında püsküller vardı. Çok güzel bir şeydi bu. Fazla dayanamadım artık bunlara. 31 çektim. İstesem karşı tarafa geçer Selin Abla’yı sikerdim ama şu an istemiyordum. Şu an kadınsı duygularım uyanmıştı. Bu gece ve yarın kadındım ben. 31i mi çektim. İç çamaşırlarım belliydi artık.

Üstüme giyeceklerim de kafamda oturmuştu. Birinci olarak sarı daracık bir şort girecektim. Üstüne de mavi bir askılı. Götümün tamamen dışarı çıkmasını istiyordum. Memelerim yoktu ancak götüm fazlasıyla yeterdi. Şortu giyince çok dar olmuştu ama harika durmuştu. Bir ara da mini etek ayarlamıştım. Siyah tek parça bir giysiydi altına da altın sarısı renginde bir topuklu terlik giyecektim. Uzun boylu dururdum. Tam domaltmalık olacaktım. Bi de başka bir olasılık olarak tayt giymeyi düşünmüştüm. Anneme dardı bana daha da dardı. Gene altına topuklu terlik giyecektim. Kadın gibi olmak istiyordum yarın. Onun her şeyini yapabilecek bir kadın. Sıra viagra’ya gelmişti. İkimize de lazımdı. Birbirimizle olunca uçuyorduk ama daha da fazlasını istiyordum. dışarı çıktım ve bizim karşı taraftaki eczaneye gittim. Mehmet abi çalışıyordu. Kaç yıldır tanışırdık. Mehmet abi’ye lazım olduğunu söyleyince ayıpsın koçum diyerek arka taraftan 1 tane getirdi. Abi 2 tane olsa olur mu dedim hemen gitti 2 tane daha getirdi. 3 tane olmuştu. Beline kuvvet koçum dediğinde eyvallah abi dedim ve çıktım. Halbuki bilse götümü siktirmek içindi bu kadar uğraş eminim şok olurdu.

Akşam 12ye kadar bayağı üst değiştirdim giydim. Geriye bir şey kalmıştı o da makyajdı. Onu da yarın yapacaktım. Upuzun saçlarım olduğu için saçlarıma şekil verecektim. Yüzümün güzelliğiyle de beraber oldukça kadınsı görünebileceğime inanıyordum. Gece Murat’a mesajımı attım. Hemen yarın gel demem umarım sıkıntı yaratmazdı.

-Murat, yarın annem, babam evde değil. 1 hafta sonra gelecekler. Gel bize takılırız.

Mesajım resmi ve arkadaşçaydı. Çünkü arkadaşları veya ailesi bakabilirdi. O riski alamadım. 2 dakika sonra cevap yazdı.

-Tamamdır, orospum. Gelirim ama sadece takılmakla kalmayız, o tatlı kestanenin de tadına bakarım.

O an tek olduğunu anladım. Bende ona uygun cevap verdim.

-Kestanem de, amım da senin. Bekliyorum.

Gene tahrik olmuştum. Harika olacaktı yarın. Bunları düşünerek uyumuşum. Sabah kalktığımda saat 11di. Murat’la gene erotik mesajlaşmalarımız sonucu saat akşam 6’da geleceğini öğrendim. Saat öğlen 2’ye kadar oyalandıktan sonra banyo yaptım. Banyo da iç temizliğimi de yaptım. İçim tertemiz olmuştu. Hep gurur duyarım zaten. Banyo sonrası saçlarımı kuruttum. Annemin aletlerini aldım ve saçıma şekil vermeye başladım. Dalgalı, lüle lüle bir saç yapayım dedim. Saçıma şekil verdikten sonra makyaja başladım. Kırmızı kalın bir ruj sürdüm. Fazla abartmamıştım ama tam sik yalamalık bir rujdu. Dolgunluk da vermişti dudaklarıma. Sikini yalarken vantuzlayacaktım zaten, tam o an içindi.

Biraz da yüzümün öbür yerlerini makyajla güzelleştirdim. İşim bittiğinde inanamamıştım. Gerçekten kadın gibi olmuştum. Çok dikkatli bakmayan biri erkek olduğumu farketmezdi. Karşı tarafa gidip bir şey istesem beni tanımayacağına emindim. Karanlıkta zaten olasılık yoktu bile. Bu kadar değişeme ben bile inanmıyordum. Murat’ın çok şaşıracağına emindim. Bir kadınla ilk kez seks yapacaktı aslında. Bundan önce erkek olarak gitmiştim yanına şimdi ise bir kadın olarak gidecektim.
Saat 5 olmuştu. Murat’ı aramayı düşündüm.

-Aşkım, nerdesin? Dayanamıyorum artık bu günün başlaması için.

-Bende orospum. 40 dakikaya yanındayım. Merak etme. Sürprizlerini merak ediyorum.

Orospumu fısıldayarak söylemişti. Heralde dolmuş durağında felandı. Evimiz de zaten 30 dakika uzaklıktaydı.

-Bu gece uyumak yok. gece sikişmeden durmayacaz. O koca sikini özledim.

-Bende seni canım. Az kaldı. Bekle.

Son kez eve baktım. Yemek hazırlamıştım. Onları yiyecektik. Biralarımız hazırdı. Çerez, çekirdek. 2 tane film almıştım. Ama seks sahneleri olan filmlerdi. 2 tane de porno filmimiz vardı. Yatak açılmıştı. Ev tamamdı. Sıra bana gelmişti.
Zaten bütün makyajım tamamdı. Aklımda önce yemek sonra seks sonra film sonra seks vardı. Önce erotik bir şeyle başlamalıydım bence. Tek parça giysiyi giymeye karar verdim. Makyajla tam olmuştu zaten. Topuklu terlikle de tam olmuştu. Harika görünüyordum. altına beyaz dantelli külodu giydim. Harika bir şeydi bu. Onun üstüne de siyah külotlu çorap giymiştim. Tam bir afet olmuştum. Sikimi kalkıklığı eteğimden belli olmasın diye uğraşıyordum. Tam sekreter fantezisi olmuştum. Murat bayılacaktı. Tam o esnada kapı çaldı. Kalbim küt küt atıyordu. Kapıyı açıp kendimi gösteremezdim. Hep sürpriz bozulurdu hem de karşı taraftan kapı deliğinden gözükebilirdim. Bu riski alamazdım. Kapıyı açtım ve arkasına saklandım. Murat’ı içeri çağırdım. Gözlerini kapat ve gir dedim. Gözlerini kapattı ve bende arkasından kapıyı kapattım. Ellerimle gözlerini kapattım ve açma dedim. Onu biraz bekletmek istiyordum. parfüm kokum şimdiden onu etkilemişti belliydi. Gözlerini açmadan arkanı dön ve 3 saniye sonra gözlerini aç dedim. Arkasını döndü ve gözlerini açtı. Oha oha oha. Ağzından ilk çıkan sözler bunlardı. Bu ne lan diyordu. Gözlerine inanamıyordu. Gerçekten kadın gibi olmuştum ama bunu dışardan anlamak daha iyiydi.

-Güzel olmuş muyum? Hepsi senin içindi erkeğim.

-Bu soru mu be? Taş gibi olmuşsun taş. İnanamıyorum.

Taş gibi olmuşsam o zaman bu taşı bir vantuzla bakalım dedim. Ve öpüşmeye başladık. İnanılmaz şehvetli öpüşüyorduk. Eli götümdeydi. Benim ise omuzlarından arkasına doğruydu. Bu öpüşme gece olacakların haberini veriyordu. Bu akşam her odada her şekilde seks dönecekti.

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Babes

If you’ve read my other stories, you’ll know that I am in a loveless, sexless marriage, and that I get as much as I can on the side. Strangers, people I work with, my friends, my wife’s friends…basically if she has an amazing ass, a delectable pair of legs, or some sumptuous breasts, I’m interested.

This tale is when I went the extra mile…with my mother in law.

I married my wife when I was 30, and she was 23. I’m now 35, and Marilyn, my mother in law is 46.

She is everything that my wife is not, body wise.

My wife is short, and gaining weight by the second. My mother in law has been keeping her body lean, tight. She is as tall as I am at 6′. My mother in law is retired, if you can believe it. She got a considerable settlement when her husband was killed in a car accident. She owns a fairly large piece of land about 15 minutes from us, where she enjoys gardening and being outside as much as possible. She has long, beautiful legs and has a penchant for wearing fuck me boots, even though she doesn’t even know how sexy she looks in them.

Marilyn is extremely religious; my wife gets that from her. They go to church together every weekend with our children; I am typically involved in a performance or out of town, so I rarely attend.

While I never really impress my wife with my singing and acting, Marilyn comes to every production I am in, no matter where it is. She is consistently telling me how talented I am, and she often tells me that I look great. It wasn’t until after our first encounter that I realized that she never tells me how good I look when my wife is around.

We were staying over at her house for a few weeks while some work was being done on our house. Never being one to get something for free, I insisted on doing all the chores around the house that she would normally do, including mowing their 40 acres. I was coming back towards her house when I looked over in the garden and saw Marilyn wearing short shorts and on all fours. I was witnessing her shorts ride up quite a bit, so a slight bit of ass cheek was peeking out. I slowed down to admire the view. Good lord, would she be fun from behind. She had just a little bit of a “donk,” and long muscular legs, with a deep bronze tan.

I daydreamed about it for the rest of the day. After we put our kids to bed, I went out into the family room to have a beer. My wife hated that habit (and most of my other ones), and retired to bed. Marilyn came out with a glass of wine and asked if I minded that she watched some shows she had recorded. I told her it was her house, and that I was going to go to bed as soon as I finished my beer.

I was glancing at facebook on my phone and looked up while she was paging through her recorded shows. I thought I caught a glance of a movie titled “Behind my daughter’s back,” and I googled it. It was a movie about a woman in love with her daughter’s husband. I went back to my facebook scrolling and decided to test the waters.

I got up from the couch and made a sound of pain, and grabbed my neck. Marilyn quickly asked if I was all right. I told her that I would be fine; it was just an old weightlifting injury that acts up from time to time. She told me to have my wife give me a massage, and I said that my wife avoids touching me at all costs.

“I thought that may be the case,” she said, grimacing. “She always was incredibly prim. Like her father.”

“And you?” I asked.

“I have my moments,” she said, smiling. “Well, get over here,” she said, pointing to the ground in front of her recliner.

“That’s ok, Marilyn. You’re already doing us such a favor by letting us stay. I’ll just take some ibuprofen and…”

“Sit your butt down. I mean it.” She demanded.

“My butt?” I smirked. “Yes ma’am.”

She asked me where it hurt, and I told her it was the neck and shoulder on the right side. She began massaging me, tenderly at first, but then expertly as she really got into it.

“You’re really muscular,” she said. “I don’t know why my daughter doesn’t want to touch you. Her loss is my gain, I guess.”

She knew she shouldn’t have said that almost immediately, and apologized.

I said “It’s our gain, Marilyn.”

She didn’t know how to respond, so instead she continued to work on my shoulder. After she was satisfied that I was better, she worked on the rest of my back and shoulders. She really knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure to work out knots. Her long fingers deftly relieved most of the stress I was carrying at that moment. I imagined what they’d look like wrapped around my cock, guiding my member to her mouth, her sandy colored hair falling onto my stomach as she swallowed me as far as she could.

I was starting to get a semi chub thinking about it, which was somewhat intentional. A backrub wasn’t going to get me hard, but I also wanted her to see the outline of my rod. I wanted to give her some good dreams; I wanted her to imagine it inside her and just how far I would reach.

When illegal bahis I was sufficiently at half mast, I gently tapped her fingers and thanked her before getting up, turning around and saying good night. She could not miss my tool. There was no way. I was hoping she thought that it was her backrub that got me there, even though it was the thought of owning my mother in law that got the job done.

She said goodnight, and I went to bed…my own room. I wasn’t about to sleep with my wife, for fucks sake. Now I wanted to save up some cum for my mother in law.

The next morning, my wife took the kids out to the pool to play. I told her that I was going to help her mother in law organize her basement. I found Marilyn downstairs, again in short shorts and a form-fitting tank. She was up on a step stool putting things into some bins, and I came up behind her, quietly.

“Need a hand?” I asked.

She jumped with fright, and I had to grab her to steady her.

“My goodness, Tom, did you scare me.” She said.

“You ok?” I asked, a hand on each of her hips. “You look fine.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said, putting a hand on her heart. I helped her down off the stool, never moving my hands from her hips until she was down and right next to me.

“I’m at your command, my lady,” I said, grabbing her hand and giving it the slightest of kisses, electrifying her. “Tell me what to do. Anything. And I’ll do it. I’m a hard worker.”

She was flustered, and told me that she could use my help loading bins up on the highest racking units in the back corner of her basement. She knew which ones she wanted where, so I was handing them up to her and she was placing them where she wanted. There were only about 15 or so, and so it was quick work. I felt one that was a little off balance, and I had saved it for last. I made sure when I handed the last tote to her that it would throw her off balance on top of the stool, and it worked like a charm. This time I had to catch her as she dropped the tote and spun down into my arms. I caught her standing up, with her arms around my neck, and my hands cupping her ass. We stayed like that for a few moments longer than would have been acceptable.

She began separating from me and I asked her “How long has it been, Marilyn?”

She looked horrified at the question.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful and you haven’t felt a man’s touch in… 10 years?”

“I should go,” she said, and began walking away. I grabbed her hand and spun her back to me, our lips inches away from each other, my hands grabbing her waist and holding her.

“I don’t think you want to go anywhere.” I held her there for about 30 seconds. I didn’t try to kiss her, but our hot breath was mixing as our lips were so close and our eyes were locked on each other. Her breathing quickened, and she started to lean in to kiss me. I backed away, prolonging her tension. She looked at me, confused, and then began to think better of the situation. I grabbed the back of her had and stuck my tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked it, devoured it, placed her hands on my back and tried to crush her pelvis into mine. We kissed deeply and soon her hands found her way to my cock. I would get to see her hands in action.

She pulled down my athletic shorts, and her long fingers wrapped around my cock. “Oh my GOD,” she said as she slowly started to jack me off. I turned her around and she switched hands, as I placed her on my right hip and stuck my finger down her shorts. Her underwear was already a swamp. She kept her pubic hair more trimmed that I had expected; a very short layer had been buzzed recently, perhaps even this morning. Had she been expecting this? Hoping?

I played with her nub as she moaned and stroked my cock. After a few moments I plunged a finger inside her, causing her moans to get louder. After she came, I withdrew my finger and put it by her mouth. I wanted to see how turned on she was. She sucked it without hesitation, moaning the whole time. I turned her and gently guided her to her knees. She looked at my cock and then up at me, and made her choice incredibly quickly. She gave head like she had been dreaming about. She had imagined this moment with me for some time. I could tell. She alternated with deep and slow with shallow and fast, taking some time to massage my balls and mix in some head licks. She sucked on one ball, then the other. She began deftly stroking my length while sucking on the head.

“Do you want to swallow my cum, Marilyn?” I asked, holding her hair back behind her gorgeous face.

“mmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmmmm,” was her response, more moan than anything. I felt my balls tense, and I unloaded into her mouth. She didn’t waste one drop. She licked me clean and stroked me for a few moments while staring up at me. I helped her up, and began to pull down her shorts. Unfortunately, we heard the patio door slide open, and my daughter began yelling “Grandma, Daddy, come outside!”

I pulled her in for a quick kiss, and whispered into her ear illegal bahis siteleri “I’m going to fuck you so hard to make up for the last 10 years. I’m going to make you cum for hours.” I nibbled her ears and brought up my right hand to grab her ample breast. I began tweaking the nipple. “You’re going to beg me to never stop fucking you. You’re going to belong to me.”

She moaned in agreement and we parted as we heard the storage room door open. My daughter grabbed Marilyn’s hand and led her outside. I followed shortly after with my computer and a beer. I sat down poolside and began searching online. Soon I found exactly what I was looking for.

“Honey,” I said, “Princesses on Ice is in town tomorrow. Your mom said that she could really use my help getting some stuff done around the house. Would you want to take the kids?”

Marilyn added “It would be nice to get some things done uninterrupted.”

My wife said “Sorry, Mom. I know we’re a burden. If you think it will help to get us out of the house for the day, we can go.”

I purchased the tickets, and began planning out the day of sex that had just been laid out before me.

I suggested that my wife take the kids back to school shopping first, and that they should leave around 9am. I helped get everyone ready, made breakfast for everyone, and took my shower as they ate. When I saw that they were down the driveway and had turned onto the road, I could feel that Marilyn was standing behind me. I turned and looked at her. In three quick steps I closed the gap and began kissing her hard and deep. We moaned into each other’s mouths and I quickly lifted her shirt off and deftly undid her bra. I kissed down her neck and began licking and sucking on her breasts, her head thrown back with desire and glorious release. I held her strong in my arms as I sucked. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy, through her shorts and as I soon discovered, a thong.

I pulled both off and turned her around, bending her over, resting her arms on the couch. She did whatever my hands guided her to do. I kicked open her legs and began rubbing her clit and exploring her entrance. She was so ready, but I was not ready to give her my dick just yet. I turned her and easily lifted her, and set her ass high on the back of the couch, letting her legs fall to one side and her head fall to the other. She spread her legs for me and I dove in with my tongue. There are times when a little build up is the right play, but she had been building up for days. I devoured her honeypot and she began saying things like “Oh, god, yes!” and “Yeah, lick my pussy!”

I began fingering her, and brought her to a quick orgasm. She pulled herself up on my shoulders and begged me to give her my dick. I asked her why. She told me that she needed it.

“Need it more than my wife? Your daughter?” I asked.

“Fuck my daughter. Give me that cock.” She said, staring lasers into my eyes. I led her over to the table and laid her back on it, putting her legs up over my shoulders, and I entered her achingly slowly. She kept trying to urge my cock further into her, but I had complete control. When I finally had impaled her to the hilt, I held her there and began massaging her clit with my thumb, and playing with her tits with my other hand. I withdrew just as slowly, and I watched her eyes roll back into her head. I did that to her a few times, filling her more than she had ever been, and then making her feel emptier than she thought she could be.

Then I began speeding up, but not too much. I wanted to power her through several orgasms before I came the first time. Then I’d power her through twice as many orgasms.

Her second orgasm didn’t take too long to arrive; she began yelling out “Oh, God, I’m cumming” after perhaps five minutes of a slower pace. When I sensed it was at it’s peak, I picked up the pace and began slamming into her, driving her orgasm to new heights, before slowing down to let her catch her breath. I leaned over and sucked on her tits, nibbled and pinched her nipples as she was shaking. I kissed down her stomach and explored her long, incredible legs with my lips and tongue.

When her orgasm had subsided, I helped her from the table and brought her to her bedroom. I went down on my back and invited her to climb on board. She guided the tip of my cock into her pussy and sat down forcefully, again throwing her head back, with a delightful little scream. She just sat there like that for quite some time, and slowly began grinding our pelvises back and forth. She began to moan and told me that I had the most amazing dick she’d ever felt. She loved the way it curved up to hit all the right spots, and that it filled her even more than her favorite toy.

I was learning things about this woman that I would have never thought possible. She had sex toys?

“Do you fuck yourself with your toy and think about me?” I asked, and her eyes locked onto mine.

“Every time,” she moaned. She then leaned over and began kissing me while canlı bahis siteleri riding me. I grabbed her ample ass and squeezed, pulling her ass cheeks and legs slightly apart. I was hitting a new spot now, as evidenced by her soft moans into my mouth. I moved my hands, one to the small of her back, and one onto her right hip, and I began urging her movements to pick up the pace. I then took that hand and brought it up to behind her head, forcing our kisses to be as deep as possible. She hadn’t expected this, and she began a deep orgasm that gained power as I began smacking her ass. She broke the kiss so she could yell “OH, FUCK YES!” repeatedly, after every slap. “NEVER STOP FUCKING ME!”

I still had yet to cum, and I thought I’d try to get her at least once more before doing so. I led her into the bathroom and started the shower. I let her go in first and stepped in behind her. I cupped her breasts from behind and nuzzled my cock into her ass cheeks. I kissed the nape of her neck and her shoulders as the warm water cascaded over us. I began cleaning her. I washed her hair, and she washed mine. We took time to kiss passionately before we scrubbed the sex off of us. When I knew I was completely ok to start again without finishing soon, I lifted her into my arms, and lowered her onto my rod. She had her legs over my elbows and was leaning against the back of the shower, holding on to the soap dish and the top of the sliding door. I began fucking her in earnest now. Using gravity and my weight training to my advantage. We stared at each other as I relentlessly pounded her pussy. She began screaming long and loudly, “oooooohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I was going to cum and soon.

“I’m going to cum, Marilyn. I want you to swallow it again.”

“Oh, God, yes,” she exclaimed, and I let her down. She quickly got on her knees and sucked me off. When I was close, I took control and began jerking my cock into her open, waiting mouth. I got some on her cheek, but when I was done, she wiped it over into her mouth and sucked her fingers clean, before cleaning me off.

“I taste really good on your cock,” she said, looking up at me with a grin.

“You want some more?” I asked. She nodded yes. She then stood up and bent over. I shoved my softening member inside her, and held it there for a few minutes. I took the time to look over my latest conquest. She had to be the sexiest 46 year old I had ever met. She had the body of a 25 year old.

I pulled out and we went back to her bed. She took her time sucking on my cock, bringing it back to full power. She stared at me while she sucked, working my balls and even making me fuck her tits. Not that I complained. They were gorgeous. No tan lines. How did my wife turn out like this with a mother like that?

I had wanted to fuck her doggystyle, and I wanted to do it now, after I had come once already, so that it would last for a while. I wanted to watch as the faint jiggle of her ass cheeks occurred every time I plunged into her. I wanted to have some animalistic fucking the likes of which she had never even heard of, let alone experienced, so I did just that. I entered her and told her that I was going to get a little rough. She said “mmmmm…Please do,” and I began pure fucking her. It was so hard, so fast. Her amazing figure was bred for this. She had just enough cushion back there to give it all I had, but not too much so that it took away from her allure. How many orgasms she had, I don’t know. I don’t think she does either. It could have been one massive, 30 minute one, I don’t know. But I was relentless. I fucked her like that until I came hard inside her.

We had no energy to do anything but lie there, gasping for air and giggling at the ecstasy we both shared. We lightly kissed and explored each other with light touches for an hour or so. We fed each other lunch and let it settle. When I thought she was ready, I led her outside, and we entered the pool. We embraced towards the deep end and began kissing. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my back, and I walked us over to the side of the pool. She held on and I began fucking her nice and slowly. I stopped after a little while and I began sucking her breasts again, they looked so appetizing there in the cool water. She held my head close and reached down to stroke me.

“We’re going to do this a lot, right?” She asked.

“Every chance we get,” I replied.

I lifted her out of the pool and began a nice, slow, teasing pussy eating session that got her close to what would be her final orgasm of the day, and to finish it off, I brought her back into the pool and fucked her until she came.

I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner. She got dressed up and I did the same. On the way to dinner she gave me the best road head I’ve ever had, because the restaurant was an hour away and that’s almost as long as it took. But she didn’t care. She had found a cock that was going to service her whenever she wanted. She had dreamed about me, and now I would fantasize about her. Now I think about Marilyn every time I’m forced to fulfill my marital “obligation.” I think about that tight pussy, the long legs, the great breasts, and the insatiable appetite. I think about those things and I cum really hard into my wife.

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Masters had a long hard day at work, I made his favourite meal as he arrives home. After finishing his meal, he decides to relax on the sofa with his best whiskey in hand. Master looks at me expectantly and pats the seat next to him on the sofa and beckons me to curl up next to him as we unwind for the evening listening to his favourite relaxing music. I can feel the relaxation rolling through his body as he slowly sips his drink. I decided to take advantage while his guards were down. I politely gesture for my Master to sit in front of me and he kindly obliges. I slowly rub his neck trying to release some of the tension held there.

I knead my fingers up his neck in small circles and back down then follow along his strong muscular shoulders, Master removes his shirt so I can rub his shoulder with more ease. I can feel the tension begins to leave his body. My hands flow up over his shoulder and down the front of his pecks, I gently caress my finger through his soft chest hair, continuing to run my hands further down his front causing me to lean forward pressing my chest into his back. I take the opportunity to extend my tongue and lick his earlobe and gently tug it between my teeth knowing how sensitive his ears are, Master sucks in his breath through gritted teeth. I move back and continue to roam my tongue down his throat until I reach the base of his neck where I nip causing him to moan slightly.

I moved around to the front of my Master and pushed him back allowing him to lean back into the sofa. Master’s darkened gaze heavy on my heaving chest. It’s not often he allows me to call the shots, I lean forward and kiss him gently on the lips and wait for his reaction, to which he kisses me firm yet carefully. Satisfied with his reaction and my newly found confidence, I place his arms outstretched on the back of the sofa and purr “Don’t move” in his ear. I placing small kisses to the corners of his lips and trailing down his neck and along his shoulder, biting at his collar bone as I move down the front of his chest, I playfully lick at his nipple as he starts to groan and then quickly nip his nipple causing him to catch his breath and pin me with a daring stare. I lick my way across to his bulging bicep and playfully bite, a smile plays on his lips as he knows I am worshiping him as a God.

I move down his body, illegal bahis licking, sucking and nipping at every part I can touch. I motion for Master to lift his hips so I can remove his trousers and boxer’s making him exposed to my wandering eyes, his manhood slaps back onto his stomach. It always shocks me at how big he is, my juices start to flow as my thoughts drift back to when he took me hard on the foot stall. His manhood always stretches me to full capacity.

I slowly run my hand up and down his thick velvet steel, admiring my favourite vein that begins to throb as he grows harder in my hand. I have to resist the urge to poke my tongue out to trace every detail of it. I run my hands from base to tip, rolling my thumb over the head to smear his pre-cum over the rest of him, Master moans and places his head on the back of the sofa. I continue my attack as Master’s breath becomes pants, his taut, hard body tensing underneath me.

I stand up and remove my skirt and tights and allow them to fall to the floor, he lifts his head and looks at me admiringly and tells me to remove my top, who am I to argue with my Master after all I know not to displease him.

My top and bra fall to the floor as I lean over and take his whiskey from his hand. I take a sip and the burn reminds me of the time Master rammed my throat so hard it ached for days, he fed me whiskey to help soothe the pain, just the thought causes my juices to flow faster. As I sip the whiskey I hold it on my tongue as I make my way back to Master’s warm beast, I swallow the whiskey and slowly trace my tongue up Master shaft and quick flick the his head, he hisses between his teeth from the slight sting of the whiskey his gaze pins me to the spot with those eyes now pitch black filled with need and hunger, a coy smile plays on his lips he clearly liked my little surprise.

Pleasure and pain go hand in hand as long as you have the right amount. I go back to licking every beautiful inch of his cock and gently suck one of his smooth balls into my mouth and then the other, then gently graze my teeth along Masters favourite spot under his balls. I take another sip of whiskey and suck his head into my mouth this a loud sloppy pop and suck the head firmly bobbing my head, Master slams his head on back on the sofa resisting the urge to grab my hair and thrust illegal bahis siteleri up into my mouth. As I suck Masters head, I roll my finger along my clit and feel the slick juices starting to dribble out of my tight pussy. I roll some of my juices on the underside of his balls and gently rub the tip of my Master’s hole waiting for him to allow me to slip my juice cover finger into him.

Master began to tense more underneath me, time for a change. I wasn’t ready to let him cum yet. I pulled out 2 cock rings from the pocket of my skirt and placed one of them into my mouth, a look of curiosity washes over Masters face.

I wrap my lips over the head of Master cock and slowly lower my mouth down his thick length rolling the cock ring down his shaft with my mouth and tongue, I suck him deep into my throat to get the cock ring right to his base. Once in place I release Master from my mouth and take him in my hand working him fast as his cock reaches a new level of hardness, I place the other cock ring around his balls caging them causing them to get tighter, throb and swell.

I drag the footstool in front of Master and settle my bum on the edge facing him, I place each of my feet on his knees causing my legs to spread in front of him giving him a full frontal view of my pink pussy. My juices begin dribbling down to my ass. I slowly rub my finger across my clit making it swell harder, Masters eyes are fixed on my finger waiting for me to dip my finger into my sweet hole, the pressure makes me gasp.

Master’s eyes snap up to my face with a slight wild look on his face, I know I am close to pushing him too far. I dip my finger in and out of my sweet hole my breath catching in my throat, I am getting closer to cumming. Master cock bouncing against his stomach dripping his creamy salty pre-cum down his beautiful body turning me on even more knowing just how much this is pushing him closer to the edge.

I decide to stop toying with Master and push myself up off the footstool and onto his lap, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark and wild. I hold myself just over the tip of his cock and allow some of my juices to run down onto his head, down his cock and gather into a little pool on top of his balls. I move back and run my hands up and down his thick, hot shaft slickening every part of him readying him for my tight canlı bahis siteleri hot sheath. Master tilts his head back and grits his teeth, he won’t hold on much longer if I keep this up. I position Master just below my hot core and gently press down onto his head, Master stares at me with a daring look to tease him some more, inch by painful slow inch I sit down further on his hot velvet steel feeling it stretch me wider than ever, the cock rings making him impossibly hard, the ring pressing on all the sweet little spot inside me, begging for me to bounce hard on his cock. I can feel my core starting to unravel already, I am not sure how much longer I can hold this.

Once I have the full length of Master deep inside me, I wiggle my hips from side to side causing Master to growl in warning and press his sweaty head against my forehead and grip the back of the sofa hard. I know he is resisting the urge to thrust up into me, that he was slowly losing. I gently raise myself back up his thick meat and just as I get to the tip of his cock I slam back down hard, a primal growl erupts from Master his knuckles turning white with his grip. I playfully smile and kiss his lips. I slowly painfully slowly pull back up his cock squeezing him tight with my core and I hover just over the tip waiting for what seems like eternity, I run my hand through his hair making him look into my eyes and just as he least expects it I slam back down on his cock hard.

We are both panting and tense with unreleased pleasure. While deep within me causing a small amount of delightful pain, I kiss him again and he returns the kiss with a rough wanting need for release. I wiggle my hips feeling him throb inside me finding every sensitive spot. I begin to bounce slowly at first up and down his cock, I moan “Yes Master, fuck me!”. Master wastes nothing, grabs my ass in tight in his fists and crushes me down on his cock harder and harder, I can feel myself tightening, I can feel Master stretching me further getting even harder. I don’t think I can take much more of it. Faster and harder, faster and harder. Every inch of us is on fire, inching us closer and closer. Master bruising my flesh, the sting feeling so good, my core tensing I feel as though I am going to be ripped in half. Every muscle in his body tenses, leaning forward he bites down on my collar bone making me scream and my core explodes into thousands of pieces mixing our cum together as it flows out of me and down Master’s balls. We sit there motionless panting catching our breath and already I can feel Master hardening again…

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A Change of Seasons

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The Deal’s Who’s Who:

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Diana Hughes – mother of Matthew Hughes, widow of the late David Hughes, started the Deal

Matthew Hughes- Diana’s son, boyfriend of Cindy Morgan

Cindy Morgan – Matt’s girlfriend, lives with the Hughes

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Craig Lynn – Matt’s best friend, son of Jeff and Susan Lynn, brother to Cindy Lynn

Susan Lynn – Diana’s best friend, wife of Jeff and mother of Craig and Cindy Lynn

Jeff Lynn – Husband of Susan and father of Craig and Cindy Lynn

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Chip Hamilton – close friend to Matt and Craig

Kim Hamilton – close friend of Diana’s, wife of Adam, mother of Chip

Adam Hamilton – husband of Kim and father of Craig

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Lacey Brock – neighbor and former old friend of Diana, Susan and Kim.

Jenny Clark – friend of Craig Lynn, going to same college as Craig

Steven DeForest – Former Biology teacher for Matt, Craig and Chip, interested in Diana Hughes

Gwen Hollister – brunette haired sister to Stephanie, new neighbors of the Hughes and owners of Dreamland adult store

Stephanie Hollister – blonde haired sister to Gwen, new neighbors of the Hughes and owners of Dreamland adult store.

*****

Summer

Diana and Matt where enjoying a quiet Friday breakfast before heading off to work and school as Cindy slept in her room.

Diana caught Matt’s eyes. “Do you know what I just realized?”

Matt shook his head, “What?”

“My son graduates in a week. I need to get in touch with Sue and Kim so we can have that graduation party for you boys.”

Matt laughed, “Well you have been kind of busy. It’s hard managing a life while having a girlfriend.”

Diana blushed.

Matt grinned, “And here we all thought we knew what you looked like when you glow. Boy, were we wrong. You’ve gone supernova or something.”

“Oh, stop,” Diana laughed.

“Seriously mom, I’m so happy for you.”

Diana ducked her head. “Honestly, this feels every bit as wonderful as when I was with your dad.”

“I’m glad. Cindy and I have been stopping by Dreamland when we get a chance and have gotten to know Gwen better. She really is something special. We are so happy for you.”

Diana laughed, “Yeah, Gwen told me that you’ve been checking her out more. That was very sweet of you both. I’m glad you both like her. I really think she’s the one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”

“You two going to get married?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? We haven’t really talked about it beyond that we both want a happily ever after together.”

Di continued, “But that’s a whole lifetime away while right now we have your graduation and party.”

Matt smiled, “Okay, but let’s talk about how we’ll do this party. Craig wants to do something with his girlfriend and family, and they definitely don’t see things the same way we do, and Chip has a chance to head over to Philadelphia for a great catch up academic program right after he graduates. I’m perfectly fine with celebrating with just Cindy, you and Gwen.”

“Can we include Sue and Jeff as well as Kim and Adam if they are available?”

“Of course, we’re really all one big happy family.”

“One thing, if we use the back yard we might want to check with the Gibsons first as they can see over the fence pretty easily.”

Diana looked at her grinning son with a look.

It turned out the Gibsons were out of town for the week visiting their children.

“I’ll get it,” Cindy yelled as the doorbell rang.

Diana, Gwen and Sue Lynn all looked up from reclining on the chaise lounges next to each other on the grass. All three were completely nude except for sunglasses.

A nude Cindy ran through the house. Standing behind the door, she opened it ajar slightly to peek around the door. She pulled it open wide as she bust into a smile, “Chip! I didn’t think you could make it. Hi Kim. Hey Adam.”

Cindy hugged all three Hamiltons.

Cindy hooked her arm through Chip’s and led them all through the house into the kitchen to the backdoor.

“Matt! Chip is here” Cindy called.

Matt looked up from where he was standing with Jeff Lynn by the two large silver grills which had steaks, sausage and fish grilling on them. Jeff was nude except for a green apron, his tight, bare ass on display to the enjoyment of the women, even Gwen.

Matt came forward and hugged his close friend. Chip returned it before stepping back to look at his nude best friend, “I don’t think I’ve ever been hugged by you naked before.

Matt and Cindy laughed. Then with a gleam in her eyes Cindy stepped forward to wrap her arms around Chip hugging him tightly pressing her nude body into him.

She reached down and felt the bulge in his pants, “It seems you don’t mind when I hug you without any clothes on.”

They all laughed. Cindy leaned forward to kiss the blushing man on his cheek.

“Kim, Adam, Chip? Would you like anything to drink? We have beer, wine, and soda.”

Cindy went over to the coolers by the chaise lounges to get Kim’s wine illegal bahis and Chip and Adam’s beer.

Kim reached over to tug on her son’s shirt as her other hand unsnapped her jeans, “Come on boys, we definitely need to get into proper party attire.”

Soon the Hamiltons were naked like everybody else.

Kim joined the other girls while Matt, Chip and Cindy played Frisbee while Adam joined Jeff at the grills.

After Kim had properly oiled her body up like the other tanning women, the four watched the others play Frisbee.

Gwen looked at the other women, “I’m pretty sure the boys are deliberately making Cindy stretch for her catches.”

The four watched and then laughed as Cindy indeed had to jump for a catch, causing her full breasts to wobble as she grabbed the Frisbee.

Diana replied, “Yep, not that I’m complaining.”

Sue retorted with a throaty chuckle, “With that figure, I don’t blame them.”

Diana yelled out, “You know Cindy, I think it would be an even bigger treat for the boys if you had your chain on.”

“Yes, please,” responded both Matt and Chip.

Cindy stopped and looked down at her breasts as she panted from the exertion. She looked at Diana with a grin and ran into the house.

Kim and Sue looked at Diana, “Chain?”

Gwen smirked, “Just wait.”

In a moment Sue and Kim hooted and howled as Cindy ran back out to return to the game, her nipples clamped tight with the long silver chain dangling between them.

“Wow,” responded Sue.

Gwen gave a chuckle, “Should I mention that Diana looks gorgeous wearing hers too.”

Diana swatted her arm, “Oh hush you; you are so biased” as Kim with a gleam in her eye answered, “Oooooo do tell.”

Jeff saved Diana with his yell “Food’s ready.”

Soon the nine were seated at two red picnic tables with separate red benches enjoying all the salads and grilled food laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Occasionally, Kim, Sue, Diana or Cindy would reach a hand under the table to tug on a surprised graduate.

Sue looked around the table, “I don’t know about you but I think it’s time dessert.”

With that she sunk under the table as the rest laughed. Diana, Cindy and Kim all grinned at each other then slid down under the table as well. For the next several minutes Chip, Matt, Jeff, Adam and even Gwen would jump and then moan with glazed eyes every so often.

Eventually the four flushed women crawled back up from under the table. They grabbed napkins to wipe their sticky faces before taking a deep drink of their wine.

Cindy looked at Kim with wonder, “How do you take all of Adam like that, I can never get it all.”

Kim chuckled, “Years and years of practice my young apprentice. Besides you did quite an impressive job with Chip just now. He certainly takes after his father.”

Gwen ducked her head under the table before looking back up at Cindy and Kim, “I’ll say.”

All the women burst into laughter.

After some more relaxing Diana, Cindy, Kim, Sue and Gwen got up and cleared away the food while the men moved the picnic tables and cleaned the grills.

Soon the women came back outside. Diana, Cindy and Gwen each were holding big, comforters which they spread out on the ground together. Kim and Sue placed bowls filled with condoms down on the blankets as well as bottles of lube. Diana was now wearing her clamps and chain along with Cindy.

The five nude women sprawled out on the comforters in the middle of the yard, and looked at the men.

“Well? Too stuffed from all that food to play?” Sue asked the grinning men.

Chip looked around the fence, “What about the neighbors?”

Diana laughed and pointed to her right, “You forget, the house over there is for sale and vacant. Nobody lives behind me, it’s all forest, and the Gibsons are away. We have plenty of privacy for anything you wonderful graduates have in mind.”

Matt slid over to his mother and Cindy, while Chip joined them as Adam and Jeff joined Sue and Kim smiled and shifted over next to Gwen.

Kim looked at the smiling Gwen, “Hiya,” she said before jumping on the laughing woman.

Matt looked at his excited girlfriend, “I love you so much.”

Sue looked at Adam and Jeff as they sat on either side of her, “Oh lucky me. I guess I get to kiss the cooks.”

She leaned down to swallow Adam’s stiffening flesh as she ran her hand over Jeff’s cock.

Diana laughed and got up on her hands and knees in front of her son watching behind her as he reached for a bottle of lube.

“Ooohhhh,” Diana said. “I think I know where that cock is going.”

Matt just grinned and poured some lube on Diana’s backside.

Cindy laughed and quickly got on her hands and knees facing Diana just inches away with Chip behind her.

Matt tossed the bottle of lube to Chip, “Here, catch.”

Chip caught the bottle and squeezed some lube on his cock and then on Cindy’s lower spine and ass.

Cindy and Diana looked at each other then gave long groans as Matt and Chip sank their cocks into their back passages. The two women illegal bahis siteleri leaned forward to kiss deeply as the men behind them grabbed their hips and pushed and pulled.

Sue looked up from her husband’s cock while she was gliding her hand up and down Adam’s. “Fuck that is sooooo hot.”

Kim and Gwen looked up from each other’s sexes.

Gwen moaned, “I love how their chains are swaying with the rhythm of the boys.”

Kim just grinned and dropped her head back into Gwen but not before rubbing one of her fingers back and forth in Gwen’s folds. As she started to lick again her finger crept along down until she rubbed it around Gwen’s smaller opening. Kim slowly pushed the finger in as Gwen groaned.

After the finger was completely in, Gwen moaned, “Oh two can play at that game.”

Cindy looked over as Sue pushed her husband down so she could straddle him, impaling herself on his stiff, upright flesh. Adam waited a moment before shifting behind them to press himself into her from behind.

Cindy noticed the green of the grass the bright sun adding a shine to the yard. She shook as she realized she was naked in the middle of the backyard with a cock in her ass with seven other people engaged in various sexual activities around her.

Diana noticed the wild look in Cindy’s face, “You okay baby?”

Cindy looked at Diana’s face just a couple of inches from her, “I’m getting fucked in my ass outside for the whole world to see in broad daylight. OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body. Chip held tight. The massive vibrations in her body caused Chip to gasp and spasm deep in her bowls.

Diana started laughing, the shakes causing Matt to lose control and also cum in her mother’s ass. As Diana felt his eruption her laughter turned to moans as she came as well.

After a moment the four collapsed down on the quilts as Kim and Gwen came apart after both erupted over each other’s faces and tongues.

The six watched as Sue, Adam and Jeff rocked their way to their own orgasms.

After all had relaxed, Diana looked at Cindy’s flushed face as she was still looking around the yard.

Diana chuckled, “I remember the first time we all got together outside just like this.”

Sue laughed as well, “It took us forever to get Kim naked; she couldn’t stop looking around waiting to see someone looking.”

“Shut up, I’m naked now aren’t I,” Kim responded to everyone’s laughter.

Diana nodded her head, “It wasn’t long before we were all enclosing our yards with solid, tall fences for complete privacy.”

Sue laughed, “Our parties were outside as much as inside after that.”

Cindy rubbed her stomach, “My butterflies are going crazy. This is so insane. I’m outside in the middle of the yard completely nude having sex. Oh my fucking God”

She shook then looked around at everybody and the yard again. She was still trembling with excitement.

Gwen got a big smirk on her face and rolled over to Diana, grabbing her by the chain hanging between her breasts and tugging her moaning toward Kim. Once they were together, Gwen signaled to Sue to join them. Soon the four women had their heads together occasionally to look up at the men or Cindy before giggling.

“What?” Cindy asked.

Diana chuckled, “You’ll find out. Come here boys.”

Matt, Chip, Adam and Jeff crawled over to Diana as Gwen and Sue went over to each bring two chaise lounges over onto the quilts.

“What are you guys doing?” Cindy asked nervously.

Kim joined Cindy rubbing her back.

“Oh, you’ll see, my young apprentice. You just remember what I taught you.”

Cindy looked at the smirking woman completely lost as to what she meant.

She watched as Matt came back over reaching into the bowl to grab a condom. He carefully opened and rolled the latex down his hard flesh.

As soon as he was completely covered he grabbed the startled girl and swung her over onto him as he lay prone. Instinctively she reached between them to bring his cock into her, sinking down on his flesh. She saw Adam pick up the bottle of lube and squirt a liberal amount onto his stiffening flesh. He started to walk behind her as Matt pulled her down to him.

She wailed a groan as she felt Adam sink his long cock into the hole widened minutes before by his son.

The three started to rock back and forth at the hips.

She noticed a motion and looked up to see Chip and Jeff standing on either side of Matt’s head, their cocks hard and waving right in front of her face.

She gasped, “All four of you?”

“Outside, in the middle of the yard, in broad daylight, for the whole world to see, especially us,” Gwen called.

Cindy turned her head to see the four nude, smiling women laying in the chaise lounges just a couple of feet from her with their hands in each of their moist folds watching and enjoying the sight of her nude with the four nude men.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed. She grabbed Chip and Jeff with her hands pulling them toward her mouth, feeling Jeff reach down to grab her chain canlı bahis siteleri and pull it from her breasts, bringing an ache to her nipples that matched the one from Adam in her ass.

She looked around the yard again as she inhaled Chip before looking at the clapping women.

She lost her mind and exploded.

Fall

Diana parked her car in the manager spot at the bank. She locked her car and headed to the front doors for another Monday at work. She unlocked the door to the bank, walked in and went to press the security code but stopped when she saw it was already deactivated. She was reaching for her phone to call the security company when she noticed Mr. Bennet, one of the bank’s chief executive officers, standing near her office door.

“Mr. Bennet?” Diana asked stepping forward.

The grim faced man opened his hand and fanned it out toward her office, “Please Mrs. Hughes, come in, we need to talk.”

Diana walked past him into her office and turned the lights on before sitting at her desk watching as the older man sat across the desk from her.

“Mrs. Hughes, I’m afraid I have some bad news,” he began.

“Are we merging with another bank?”

Bennet started then jerked his head no, “No, I’m afraid it’s about you.”

Diana looked at him wide eyed, “I’m afraid I don’t understand?”

Bennet took a deep breath, “Fifth National Bank is going into a different direction and your services are no longer required.”

“WHAT?” Diana gasped. “I don’t understand. I’ve worked here my entire life. My reviews are great. I’ve always been promoted. I’ve never had a single complaint. I don’t understand.”

“It is a board decision based on the future of the bank. I am not at liberty to say more except, you are terminated effective immediately. You will receive your pay for four weeks through the end of this month and a pay-out for your vacation balance.”

“You’re firing me?” Diana could not believe what she was hearing. “Why? What have I done?”

Bennet got up and walked out into the lobby before coming back with a cardboard box.

“Please use this to take all your personal belongings, and I will need to take your keys now.”

“Mr. Bennet. I’ve devoted my entire life to this bank. This has always been my job that I believe I have done very well. Please tell me what this is about?”

“Your keys, please Mrs. Hughes.”

Soon Diana was putting in the back seat the cardboard box filled with items she had added to her office over the years, amazed she could fit it all in one little box.

She sat in her driver’s seat and was about to cinch her seatbelt when she suddenly burst out crying and pounded her fists on the steering wheel.

She had no idea what to do. She wiped her hand across her face, smearing her tears across her cheek. She drove out of the parking lot and was soon pulling into the familiar Hollister driveway. Leaving her car door open she ran to the door pounding on it until a bleary eyed Stephanie opened it.

“Di, what’s wrong? You’re crying?” Steph gasped.

Diana pushed past the surprised woman, “Where’s Gwen? I need to see her. I need her.”

Gwen belting a sash to her robe came out the hall to stand stunned at the sight of the hysterical Diana.

Diana burst into a wail of tears as she ran into Gwen’s open arms.

“Gwen, the bank,” Diana hiccupped. “The bank, they just fired me.”

“WHAT?” both Hollisters roared.

Gwen held her sobbing girlfriend tight just letting her cry.

Stephanie came over and ran her hand softly along the back of the heaving woman.

Soon Diana calmed down and let the two sisters lead her over to the couch where they all sat.

“Sweetheart,” Gwen started, “why did they fire you?”

Diana looked at Gwen, “That’s just it. He wouldn’t tell me. Just that they were going in a new direction and I wasn’t a part of it.”

Gwen shook her head, “That’s doesn’t make any sense.”

“I kept asking but he wouldn’t tell me.” Diana kept sobbing. “He just kept asking me for my keys and to leave. I’m so confused. This doesn’t make any sense.”

“Diana,” Stephanie asked softly, “Does the bank know about you and Gwen?”

Diana shook her head, tears flying from her face. “What difference does that make?”

Gwen gasped, “You don’t think…”

Stephanie shook her head sadly, “It wouldn’t be the first time by a long shot.”

Diana looked at the two women confused, “What are you talking about?”

Stephanie put her hand on Diana’s shoulder, “Sweetheart, it can be a very homophobic world out there. People get fired and even lose their homes all the time just because of whom they love.”

“That’s ridiculous; this is 2012 not the stone age.” Diana shook her head.

Gwen pulled her love into an embrace, “We don’t know why this just happened. But Steph could be right. It does happen.”

“Don’t you remember just last week when we were out for dinner and that fussy old woman got all huffy and nasty because of us?”

“Mrs. Wilson? But she is always nasty to everybody.”

“But she was nasty because we were two women in love. It does happen.”

“That’s Mrs. Wilson. Not a big corporate bank. This doesn’t make any sense.”

Diana pulled her tighter into the embrace and nestled her head into Gwen’s soft, robe covered chest.

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Creampie

“It’s Diana Hughes risen from the grave!” came the exclamation across the food court.

Diana spun to see a table of three women frantically waving. Diana smiled and strolled over to sit in the last open chair dropping her bags next to her.

Three voices assailed her simultaneously.

“You’re tan in the middle of February?”

“How can you still dress like that?”

“My God, you’re positively glowing.”

“Uh, hi to you guys too,” Di snagged a slice of pizza from the open box on the table.

“Seriously, why do you look so incredible?” Susan’s eyes were wide open as they scanned down Diana.

“Well, I’m taking Matt to Jamaica on Spring break for a final year fling, so I’ve been hitting the tanning salon.”

“Okay that explains the color, but what about the killer figure. Look at us, gravity has not been nearly as kind to us. It’s not fair,” Kim whined.

“You know me, I’ve always been a freak about what I’m eating,” Di stopped to look at the half eaten greasy slice in her hand. “Usually. Plus I seem to be playing a lot of Wii with Matt lately. Besides which, look who is talking, none of us are even remotely near fifty yet. You all still have great figures.”

“Oh, no. You can fool these two but not me. I’ve been divorced too long. I know that glow. You’re getting some action. Give the details girl.” Lacey pointed a finger at Diana.

Diana held her hands up. “Seriously, no way. Just quality time with Matt and excitement over five days of fun in the sun. You know me, I hate the snow.”

The three friends looked at each deciding if they were going to buy her story.

“Come on guys. I don’t even know the name of a single bachelor out there.”

“Anonymous sex can be the best kind,” Lacey laughed.

“Which is why you’ve been divorced longer than we’ve been married,” Kim shot back.

“See, your lives are much more interesting than mine,” Diana shot in.

“You don’t see any of us going to Jamaica any time soon,” Lacey was not ready to give up yet.

“Sure, with my son,” Diana pointed out, “in separate rooms I might add, just in case you have that perverted a mind.”

“Well, sure. It would be awkward to kick out your own son if you scored some gorgeous beach hunk,” Susan laughed.

“Gravity hasn’t been THAT kind,” Di retorted.

“You don’t see any of us wearing that tight a coat or jeans; what color paint are those pants anyways?” Kim still couldn’t get over Di’s figure.

“Hey Deb’s pants are always a little small. You know that.”

“Girl, none of us have been able to fit in Deb’s stuff for at least five years.”

“Yeah, right. I don’t buy that for a minute. Speaking of buy, I need to get home to try on these suits in private so I can be horrified at what gravity has done and return them quickly.”

“Why don’t you model them for Matt and give him a preview of the fun.” Lacey’s eyes were lit with a mischievous glint.

“What, and scare the poor boy from the beach? No thanks.” Diana got up grabbing her bags.

“Di, it has been great seeing you. Why don’t you rejoin the living and come out with us next Friday to Flynn’s for a girls’ night.” Susan smiled at her old friend.

“Sure, why not. Let me check and make sure Matt doesn’t have anything going on and I’ll be there.” Diana turned and left grinning at the conversation that started even before she was out of earshot.

Later a nude Diana was contemplating giving Matt a modeling show after all as a test of the new suits when she heard a knock at the door. Grabbing her dressing gown she headed to the door.

“Gee Sue; long time no see.” Diana stepped back to let her shivering friend in the house.

Sue stomped her feet and rubbed her arms. “It’s ten below and you’re barely dressed?”

“Trying on suits, remember?”

“What if Matt finishes his homework early with Craig and comes home early and catches you?”

“It’s not like he won’t see more on the beach next month.”

“Good point.”

“Come on in the kitchen and I’ll make us some coffee”

As the smell of coffee started to fill the room Diana turned and sat next to her old friend.

“So what brings you to my door in ten illegal bahis below weather while our sons are at your place probably eating you out of house and home?”

“You and Dave were our best friends. I know you too well even after all these years. Suddenly, you and Matt have changed too much. What gives?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on. Lacey was right; you are positively glowing.”

“Tanning salon and Jamaica; it does wonderful things to a sun bunny.”

“Alright, I know when I am not getting anywhere with you. Anyways, I’ve been meaning to thank you for the study pushing Matt has been doing on Craig. His grades are improving drastically. I could never get him to crack a book and now he and Matt are getting together practically every other day to study. How did you do it?”

“Oh just the ‘your whole future is ahead of you’ speech.”

“Bull shit. It didn’t work on Craig; it wouldn’t work on Matt.”

“Somehow I just connected with him and the spark lit.”

“Okay, whatever, again with the secrets. I’m just so happy to see you today alive again. I’ve missed the crazy Di from the old days. When David died so did you. What brought you back after all these years?”

“I didn’t die; I just focused on being a mom to help me get over losing David.”

“You became a whole new dead person. You remember what you used to be like. Don’t forget, I was usually a part of one of the other couples in all our crazy sexcapades.”

“Life and years seemed to get in the way. Look, don’t complain, I’ll be there Friday to show you I’m still alive.”

“Mom, I’m home.” Matt called from the hall.

“In here with Craig’s mom, sweetie.” Diana called out.

In tromped a snow covered teenager. “Hey mom, can we stay in Jamaica until all the snow’s gone. Hey, Mrs. Lynn.”

“Hey Matt.”

“Tempting, Matt, tempting. Do you think we could find jobs and colleges there?”

“I’ll fire up the Internet and get on that.”

“Kidding, Matt, just kidding.”

But the boy took off like a shot towards his room.

Diana caught the strange look on Susan’s face. “What?”

“If Craig walked in and found me in just a small robe his eyes would hit the floor and he would lose the ability to speak, but he would hang around as long as possible to enjoy the show. And you’ve got a much better body than me. Matt wasn’t even fazed. What gives Di?”

‘You exaggerate my dear suspicious one. This isn’t that short and I often wear it. Everything’s covered. Again, he’ll see more in Jamaica. Besides need I remind you yet again that you are still quite gorgeous yourself?”

“Pshaw. Hey, aren’t there topless beaches?”

“He won’t see that much!”

“You are keeping something from me. You are coming back to life. Don’t shut me out again, please.”

“Again, suspicious exaggerations.”

Susan just stared at her friend over the lip of her coffee cup.

Soon the coffee was finished along with the twenty questions and an unsatisfied Susan left to feed her family. Diana waved as her friend walked away.

Matt walked in just as the phone rang.

“What’s up with Mrs. Lynn, Mom?”

“Apparently I’m glowing.”

“Huh?”

Diana picked up the phone, “Hello?”

“Di, it’s Kim. It was so great to see you today.”

“Yeah, just like old times.” Diana rolled her eyes and watched as her son looked up and down at her robe raising an eyebrow. She cradled the phone on her shoulder, stuck her tongue out at Matt and unbelted the robe and pulled it off tossing it to the couch revealing her naked body to her beaming son.

“I’m so glad you’ll join us Friday. But I want to run an idea past you.”

“Shoot”

“Chip is driving us crazy to do something special for him like you’re taking Matt to Jamaica. We just can’t get time off from work. If we pay all his expenses could Chip join you guys?”

Diana watched as Matt left the room quickly.

“I think Chip would be great company for Matt. I don’t see any problem with that. I’ll email you all the plane and hotel information tonight.”

Diana finished up her conversation and hung up as Matt came back carrying his white dress shirt and illegal bahis siteleri his new digital camera.

“What’s wrong with your shirt?”

“If I order pizza for dinner would you go for a modeling session so I could try out my new camera?”

“I just had pizza; how about Chinese instead. But I still don’t get the shirt.”

“It’s for the pictures. Chinese is okay if you pay for it wearing only the shirt.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on; it’s freezing out. Give the poor delivery guy a little thrill.”

“How come you never tried negotiating your grades? It could have saved me a lot of trouble buster.”

“Hey you ‘wheeled and dealed’ first, I’m just learning from the best.”

“Flattery will only get you so far mister.”

“I can dream, can’t I? So how about it?”

“With the shirt buttoned – deal”

“With the bottom three buttons only – deal.”

Diana looked at the shirt. “I lean over and the girls will come popping out.”

“Don’t lean – it makes you the master of your own destiny.”

“Oh please; ‘master of my own destiny’ that was truly pathetic. Tell you what, last three buttons only unless the delivery person is a girl then you pay for it in just your boxers.”

“Two buttons only and deal.”

“Two buttons only but the next time a delivery is by a girl you’re giving her a thrill.”

“Boxers on but if the next person is a guy instead than you pay with no buttons.”

“That’s pushing it. Alright mister push the limits. No buttons if next delivery is by a male but my little friend needs to be pushing out the boxers for the girl, and you take me out to a nice dinner the next night.”

“Deal.”

“I wouldn’t smile so much if I were you. Your dad once got me to pay for pizza in just a short towel which I had to “accidently” lose before handing the boy the money for a lot less than you just finagled.”

Diana turned from the groaning boy to find the order menu.

After the order was placed, Diana held out her hand for the shirt. “So what devious plan do you have for me this time?”

“Nothing so devious. I think you would look so hot around the kitchen in just the unbuttoned shirt.”

“I’m impressed; that’s not bad. Okay, let me take a shower first. Ah, before you protest we have plenty of time before the food comes. Trust me; I want to be there if it is a girl.”

A quick shower later and a wet haired Diana walked to Matt’s room putting both hands on either side of the door frame pushing one leg out causing the shirt to spread open baring her entire body with the shirt hanging down on either side, “Ta-da.”

Matt quickly grabbed the camera from his desk and snapped the picture.

“Oh God, this is going to be better than I thought.”

“Why thank you young sir.” Diana beamed at her glazed eyed son. She twirled around causing the shirt to swirl up revealing the bottom of her ass.

“Do women take a special course on how to successfully drive men crazy?”

“Nah, it’s a God-given natural talent embedded in the chromosome.” Diana grabbed the bottom edges of the shirt and flipped it up pushing her now completely revealed ass out at her son. “Wiggle, wiggle.”

She smirked at the sound of the click. God, she hoped it was a guy delivering the food; the buzz in her chest was driving her crazy.

Mother and son walked into the kitchen.

“Well, Mr. Photographer, how would you like me?”

“How about you sit in the chair, cross your legs with your hands on your knee to start.”

Diana walked over and sat as Matt requested. The shirt split open showing the space between her breasts down to her belly button before her folded legs hid the rest from view.

Click.

“How about moving behind the table with your hands spread out on the table leaning forward.”

When Diana got up the shirt flew open revealing her left breast entirely before closing back over it.

Damn, thought Matt, I got to catch that next time.

Diana stepped behind the table and spread her hands; the shirt opened but again covered her breasts while the table hid what was below her belly button.

Click.

“Now can you stand by the stove holding canlı bahis siteleri a spatula over your shoulder with the shirt pulled down off the shoulder and you looking at me.”

Diana walked over to the stove grabbing a spatula from the container of utensils. When she was in front of the stove she tugged the shirt down off her shoulder revealing the skin of her shoulder blade and her upper arm. She looked over her shoulder at Matt smirking.

Click.

“Could you put down the spatula and drop your arms to the stove with the shirt pulled down to your arms revealing your whole back.

Diana spread her legs a little and pulled the other side off her shoulder and let the shirt fall to her elbows baring her entire back to the base of her spine, her ass still completely covered.

Click.

“Now could you…” Matt was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

Diana turned, her entire front exposed as the shirt hung around her arms. Matt watched as the area above her breasts flushed red. Matt and Diana stared at each other.

Matt quickly brought the camera up to snap a picture before the doorbell rang again.

Matt and Diana scampered through the living room to the front door.

While Diana stood behind the door Matt pushed it open slightly and peered through the peephole.

“Yes! It’s a guy!” He hissed excitedly pumping his fist.

Diana smirked back and pulled the shirt up and reached to button the last two buttons.

“Get your money, Mr. Lucky.”

Matt stepped back and reached into his pocket for his wallet as he watched his mother step around to open the door wide, the shirt gaped in the front baring the inner slopes of her breasts but covering everything else.

“I’m sorry; I just got out of the shower.”

“Nnn nnno pproblem, ma’am,” Matt heard through the door. A grin split across Matt’s entire face.

Matt heard the storm door open and his mother stepped forward to grab the food. When he heard the gasp he knew something must have been revealed.

Diana stepped back and turned handing the food to her son. Her face was flushed with excitement. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Matt gave her the money. Diana held her gaze with her son and smirked as her hand reached down and yanked the shirt open popping the two buttons off the shirt sending them flying across the room.

A sultry voice whispered “I’ll fix your shirt later.” She turned letting the shirt billow open as she opened the door with the money outstretched. “Here you go.”

“Holy shit!”

Diana stepped back. She smiled and waved as the shirt swirled open around her, “Thanks and have a great night.” And she shut the door. She turned and pressed her back into the door. The shirt moved up and down with the motion of her heaving breasts. She looked at Matt.

“Now I’m glowing.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind; follow me.”

Diana walked with a purposeful stride back into the kitchen. She walked over to the counter and jumped up to sit on it. She reached over for the spatula spreading her legs wide.

“Matt. I am sooooo worked up right now.”

The spatula handle only lightly touched the folds between her legs which triggered her entire body to spasm violently. The spatula flew out of her hands onto the floor bouncing. She brought her hands up to run through her hair as her body shook and shook.

“Oh my Gooooooooooooood.”

She sat there quaking until her body came to a slow stillness.

Slowly, she slid off the counter to stand shakily leaning against it. She looked up at Matt. Sweat was spread across her whole body. She pushed forward and wrapped her arms around her son. The shirt opened wide, her bare breasts pushed into his chest as she hugged him close. Diana buried her head into his shoulder.

“That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had in my life. Did you film any of it?”

“Film? Shit!”

Diana gave a sultry chuckle into his shoulder. “That’s okay. So where are we ordering from tomorrow?”

*****

As always -thank you so much for reading. Please feel free to leave a comment or email me and check back as I do respond to every comment/email. While you are waiting for the next chapter in the continuing adventures of the Hughes family please check out a great Literotica writer by the name of PeterTowers, He has a fun series which references the Deal called “Following on a Strange Request.” – LF

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Celebrity Fakes

It was two days until my mom’s birthday and I had not gotten her a damn thing. I felt terrible about it of course, but the truth is we’d been apart for so long I really had no idea what she would want. Sure I could have done one of those “recreate a childhood photo” things but that’s a little played out at this point. I could’ve converted some of her records to mp3’s but then there’s the problem of how I would do it without her realizing what I was doing, plus I wasn’t sure if I’d have time. That was my own fault, but hey, when you’ve been searching for a decent paying job to get rid of those looming student loans finding a good gift for your mom is something that slips the mind.

In the end I opted for a simple and rather clichéd dinner for mom. Now I know it wasn’t the most innovative thing in the world, but it seemed like the only idea that she would genuinely appreciate since we hadn’t been the closest for a while. I didn’t ignore her mind you, but when she would ask how the job hunt was going and my only response was a deep breath, a moment of silence and a half hearted “good” it’s a bit embarrassing to chat with mom. So a dinner it was. I ended up calling her and asking her if she was up for a big birthday dinner and thankfully she was thrilled with the suggestion.

So I managed to get myself out to a barber shop and cleaned up for mom. She hated the beard I’d cultivated in college and I thought she might get a kick out of me finally showing my “adorable face” once more. After that a simple call to a restaurant and my gift was basically done. I picked up some flowers and made the drive from Richmond to Alexandria wondering if she knew my suggestion was little more than me basically forgetting how close her birthday actually was.

After a couple hours of cursing in the inexplicable traffic jams of northern Virginia and I was pulling up to my mom’s. I’d only been gone for a couple years but it seemed like so much had changed. Sure she had done some work in the yard and gotten a fresh coat of paint on the place but it seemed weird to be back. It always did. Even when I would come for breaks and holidays, the house really didn’t seem like the place I’d grown up. Maybe it was because dad wasn’t around anymore or maybe it was mom becoming more outgoing, but there was a different feel in the house.

As soon as I got out of my car I could see mom smiling from the window and running over to the door. I assumed I was going to get a hug but all she focused on was the lack of a beard. She rubbed her chin, I rolled my eyes, but I was glad she liked it. Maybe my visit would be enough to give her a decent birthday after all.

We hugged, she commented on how cute I was without the beard, and I proudly presented the flowers I’d bought.

“They’re so pretty. I’ll have to hide them from the cat.”

This cat had to be roughly 15 years old. The thing barely moved most of the time, but you put any kind of plant in the house and suddenly it becomes a curious kitten who seems to want to destroy everything.

“Let me get these in some water. I’ll be right back hun.”

And with that she scurried into the kitchen to find a vase while I was sat on the couch. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that it felt weird to be in the house again. Even my mom seemed different. She’d always been an active woman, hanging out with friends, working in the yard. She was the type that couldn’t seem to relax. Now though, as soon as she came back in the room she plopped down on the couch next to me like she’d just run a marathon.

“Ya know, the older I get the more I understand your ‘relaxing’ thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I’d run around so much when you were younger, now all I want to do is take a read a book and take a nap.”

“Oh yeah the perfect lawn and garden out there sure do say you’ve calmed down and started taking it easy.”

“Well I can’t let it go to hell. And gardening can be quite relaxing by the way.”

“And the new paint job?”

“Well that’s just a matter of the place looking awful. When you have your own house and start to the paint peeling you’ll be out there with a ladder and paint cans too.”

“That’s what painters are for.”

She laughed. She always did. I think she envied my willingness to let others handle chores I detested.

“So what have you been up to?”

“Not much really. Just looking for a good job.”

“You don’t have a job yet?”

“I have a part time thing near the campus in a record shop. It lets me eat so that’s a plus.”

“Well, just keep trying hun, I’m sure you’ll get something soon.” She’d been using that line for roughly two years now on the phone. It never was reassuring.

“What about you mom, what’s new with you?”

“Oh nothing. Same old same old. So where are you taking your old mom out for dinner?”

“You’re not that old yet mom and it’s a surprise.”

“Oh, well how fancy of a place is it?”

“Nothing too fancy. I’m working with a retail paycheck remember.”

“I’m sure it will be wonderful baby. I just want a nice night on the town.”

A “night on the town”? I hoped she wasn’t thinking about dragging me anywhere other than dinner. I illegal bahis was serious about that retail paycheck. It wasn’t much and I was pretty sure my meals for rest of the week would consist of rice and tuna. But then, it was my mom after all. If she wanted more than dinner I would have to oblige.

“How should I dress for this occasion?”

“Well if you want a night on the town I guess you should dress accordingly. The girls I know typically go with micro skirts and deep v cuts.”

“Cute, but no one wants to see that.”

“Oh I’m sure there’s someone who would love it. Again, you’re not that old mom.”

She smirked and thanked me for the courtesy, but I was serious. She was a pretty attractive woman. For being in her fifties she was still quite fit. Yeah she a bit more weight, but I had put on more than her and she could pull off a tight dress fairly well. She did it for Christmas the year before. I was rather shocked to be honest. She always dressed rather modestly when I was a kid. Every now and then she would were tight jeans but that was basically the closest to immodest she ever got.

“You know, now that I think about it I do have a new dress I could wear.”

“Cool.”

“When is the reservation?”

“Oh we still have a few hours still have a few hours so you’ve got time to get ready.”

“Thanks.”

“Not that you look bad or anything.”

“Smooth.”

She always had a way with taking playful jabs at me. She never meant anything by it, but she would get me every time.

She took a shower while I watched some TV and screwed around on my phone. After about an hour she yelled for me from her room.

I peeked into her room to see her in a very form fitting blue dress. She certainly did look quite good for her age.

“Zip me up?”

It was then that I realized I’d been doing a bit more staring then was probably appropriate and clumsily shuffled over to zip her up.

She made a quick spin and asked how looked with a smile.

“Good.”

I actually found myself looking away when I said it. It is difficult to come to the realization that your mom is pretty damn attractive.

“Well that didn’t seem very enthusiastic.”

“No no, really, you look good. I may have to keep the guys from hitting on my mom.”

Luckily she didn’t realize I was serious and laughed it off.

“Well I’m not looking to meet anyone. It would be odd to pick a guy up with my son there.”

I guess my red cheeks let off that I was embarrassed.

“Don’t worry maybe they’ll all think this young stud got himself a cougar.”

With that she gave me a hug and seemed to delight in my embarrassment.

“It seems like we still have a little time. Do you want a drink before we go?”

Now that was just weird. She never liked the idea of drinking and driving, but I guess since we were both adults she didn’t mind so much. Plus she knew I wouldn’t drink much in front of her. Hell I still never really cursed when she was around. Maybe she just assumed I would be on my best behavior since it was her birthday.

So I took her up on the drink and we talked a bit more about what I’d been up to. You know all those fun topics like what I want to do with my career, am I seeing anyone. All those fun topics that make a guy feel great when they dance around the answers because they don’t want to look like a loser in front of family. Luckily I had a stiff drink to lighten the mood.

After dancing my single status, a job I hated and a poor job market it was time to leave. The drive there was uneventful and she dropped most of the uncomfortable conversation opting to focus on how old she felt. I tried to assure her that she wasn’t an old lady by any means. I did have a few awkward moments where I essentially told her was hot. It seemed like she thought I was just being nice and glossed right over them thankfully.

It was weird walking in to the restaurant. A lot of the older guys were checking out my mom.

“Look at that, I can still turn some heads.”

“Told you so.”

“A few times I noticed.”

If I could’ve crawled into a hole I would’ve. Not only did she notice my comments, she was now mocking me because of it…great.

I ordered us some wine while we went over the menu.

“This place seems pretty expensive.”

“It’s no big deal. It’s your birthday and I want to give you a nice night out.”

“Just being here is good enough.”

“Well you’re getting a moderately expensive meal too so deal with it.”

She laughed and went back to the menu.

It was a nice time actually. I was surprised that we both, well me really, loosened up and started to have a good time. By the end of the meal we had finished a bottle wine and been chatting like friends rather than family. We order dessert spent most of the time stealing bites of each other’s. Then the bill came. I think I must have shown just how pricey it really ended up being because she asked me if something was wrong.

“Oh no, it’s fine. It’s your birthday.” And this was going on my credit card.

We stayed a bit longer and had another drink. She brought what was going on in my life again, but this illegal bahis siteleri time I wasn’t so defensive.

“Well, I was dating this one girl for a while, but it just didn’t work out. We liked each other and all that. We just weren’t in love. I mean she’s a good girl I just couldn’t really see myself with her.”

“So you’re looking for a long term relationship then? Ready to settle down already?”

“I don’t know if I’d say that…”

“Well good. You’re still a young man. There’s no need to get yourself locked down now. You should enjoy yourself. Be young.”

“I do mom.”

“Oh don’t call me mom right now. This is just friendly advice not a lecture.”

Amusingly that actually was reassuring for some reason. I don’t know if it was the wine or not, but I was having a good time and for the first time in a while I felt really engaged with my mom. It was nice. She excused herself and got up to go to the bathroom.

As she walked by I couldn’t help but turn my head. I caught myself taking a look at her butt. I actually smiled to myself and said “wow”. I knew it was strange, but I didn’t care at all. I was going to let everyone think I landed a cougar. The thought was funny to me but a part of me wanted to believe it. This had been the closest thing to a date that I’d had in a little over a month and I was really enjoying it. A little too much perhaps, but enjoying it I was.

She sat back down and I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. I think at this point the wine was starting to get to me but I just smiled at her.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight hun. It’s really meant a lot to me. I know I’ve been going on about how old I’ve been feeling but it’s nice to know I can still turn a handsome young man’s head.”

“Oh really? And who was this young stud?” I looked around to see who it could’ve been eyeing my mother.

She grabbed my hand and said, “I think you know who I meant.”

And then a sense of dread came over me.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed. I liked it,” she said with a wink.

So this was great. I managed to turn a pretty good time into an awkward dinner where my mom caught me checking out her ass. Luckily we were up and out the door soon after that.

When we got in the car I attempted to apologize.

“Mom…I’m sorry about that.”

“About what hun?”

It was nice of her to pretend like nothing happened, but come on.

“You know. The head turning thing.”

“Sweetie it’s okay. I really was pleased that I could still turn heads,” she said with a laugh.

It made me laugh too at least.

“I just feel like we had a good time and maybe I let the wine get to me a bit and…”

“Oh it was the wine huh?”

“No, it wasn’t the wine. You’re an attractive woman. It’s just that I haven’t been on a date in a long time and it was nice to be out with an attractive woman, even if it was with my mom.”

“Sweetie you’ll be out with lots of attractive women, I’m sure of it. Hell if I were younger I would be fine with going on another date with you.”

“You’re not that old. You’re still quite young.”

She smiled and thanked me. She leaned over to me, gently guided my chin toward her and softly kissed me. She pulled back as I slightly opened my mouth and leaned toward her for another kiss. I caught myself and embarrassment washed over me again.

“Wow, I am so sorry.” I fumbled to get my keys in the ignition and get it started as she just smiled.

“It’s ok.”

I kept my eyes glued to the road and my hands gripped the wheel like I was about to swerve off the road at any moment.

“Honey you need to relax. You’ve given me a great night out and I couldn’t be happier about it. Thank you.”

She was so sincere that I couldn’t let my embarrassment keep me from saying you’re welcome. This wasn’t about me. This was about celebrating her birthday. Maybe it hadn’t gone quite as planned, but if she was happy that was all that mattered.

We pulled up to the house and I sat there for a moment.

“Coming in?”

“Oh yeah. Sure.”

“Baby, are you still worrying about that kiss?”

I could feel my stomach turning.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I liked it.”

“Well so did I. I did kiss you remember. Now come inside and have some coffee before you get back on the highway. I won’t have my son driving drunk all the way down to Richmond.”

“Ok.”

She went into the kitchen got us some coffee. It was awkward to sit in silence after we had such a good night, but I didn’t want to risk saying or doing anything to embarrass myself any further. So we just sat and exchanged smiles every now and then while the TV provided a little something to break through the silence.

“Well, I’m gonna change out of this. Mind unzipping me real quick?”

I pulled the zipper down and let my hand lazily fall and linger a little too long on her back.

“I think I may need another cup of coffee.”

“Ok, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

This was a disaster. I end up drunk and basically copping a feel off my mom drinking coffee trying to sober up enough to drive home. The sad part was, I was sober enough to canlı bahis siteleri drive home and I knew it. I just wanted to hang around a little longer. I was being pathetic and I knew it.

After a few minutes she came back down and before got to the bottom step I piped up,”I think I might get ready to go. It’s starting to get late and I don’t want to keep you up.”

“No you will not. I’m not that old remember. Plus you are going to finish that coffee. I won’t have you wasting my special blend.”

“Ok.”

She hurried me back over to the couch and sat with me while I nursed my cup. She laid her hand on my chest and said, “I really did have a great time tonight hun and you shouldn’t feel bad about anything. So what if you took a look at my ass? It made me happy and it didn’t hurt you any?”

Was she joking and just waiting to savor just how red she could make my face?

“You’ve become a wonderful man and it was sweet of you to treat me to a good night. I love you baby.”

And with that she kissed me again. This time she didn’t pull away. She lingered longer than me. In fact I pulled away and stared at my coffee. I didn’t know what to think. To be frank I kind of thought this was all some kind surreal dream.

“I’m sorry about that baby. It’s just been a while since I’ve had such a nice night out with man, let alone a kiss. I don’t want this any more awkward.”

“No no, this was my fault.”

“How so?”

I really didn’t have a decent answer for that.

“I’ve kissed you remember. Twice in fact. Maybe I’m the one that had a bit too much to drink.”

“You seem pretty sober to me.”

“So do you.”

“Then why have me stay for coffee?”

“Because I didn’t want you to leave yet. Like I said, it’s been a wonderful night and I wanted to let linger.”

“Well I’m glad I didn’t screw it up.”

“Of course not, and I hope I didn’t screw it up for you.”

“No mom, it was a good time. I had a great time at dinner.”

“Just dinner?”

“Well before was good too.”

“And after?”

With a bit of hesitation I said, “it was a good time.” And then I relaxed. I don’t know why but all my anxiety just disappeared for a moment and I found myself leaning toward her. I gave her a soft kiss and when I pulled away she actually pulled me toward her. It was exhilarating. When we did part we both smiled.

All she was thank you and that she was going to get ready for bed soon. I told her was going to get ready to go since it really was getting late. I got up to take my mug to the kitchen as she walked toward the steps. I passed her to get to the door and she grabbed my hand.

“I love you sweetie .” She gave me another soft kiss. “Thank you.”

“Any time mom. I’ll take you out to dinner whenever you want.”

She smiled and looked down from my eyes and back. With a smirk she said, “thank you hun, but I was talking about something else.” She pointed down as she turned to walk up the steps.”Lock up for me when you leave.”

Confused I just said, “ok” as I looked around sure to find some stain that made her laugh. That’s when I noticed the very prominent erection. Another sense of dread flooded over me.

I tried to yell “I’m sorry” but my mom stopped me and said, “we should do this again. I’ll make dinner next time.”

All I could do was say ok and out the door I was left to drive home and contemplate the odd night I’d just shared with my mother.

Once I did get home all I wanted to do was sleep and forget the whole thing but I just couldn’t. All could do was focus on how embarrassed I was. Well that and the kisses and how my mother’s ass looked in that blue dress. The truth was I drove for home with an erection coming and going periodically. I think I couldn’t sleep just because I wasn’t sure how I should feel. I mean, I was mortified at my behavior, but I had to admit I liked a lot of what happened. I also think knowing my mom was a willing participant in the whole thing made it intriguing to me. I dreamt than she really wanted that to happen. That she planned it all. I knew she didn’t. She couldn’t. Why would she? I’m her son.

A couple days passed and that was that. There was no weird messages, no sexual innuendo. Just a few days at work as always and a day off; wash, rinse repeat. Then my phone rang. It was my mom. I debated whether or not to answer. I did of course, what kind of an asshole ignores their mom?

“So when are we going on that date?”

“Uh…whenever you want to I guess. What’s good for you?”

“How ’bout tomorrow? Nothing crazy just a simple dinner at home with mom.”

“Sure that sounds good. I won’t be able to be there ’till after seven though.”

“Oh that’s fine, it’ll give me plenty of time to get ready.”

“Ok great.”

For the rest of the day, and the majority of the next I was anxious. I so readily agreed to another dinner, but I just did out of fear of not knowing how to say no. I mean, what if something happens? Not so shockingly, the idea that something happening was in the reason not to go as well as the reason to go list of pros and cons. The idea that I legitimately wanted to go on a date with my mom was scary to me. I was really attracted her. At least I was on her birthday. But I thought maybe it was just the alcohol. Maybe it was just that I had been on a date in a long time. This was of course all justification to be ok with ogling my mother again.

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“Boo, either we’re fucking or I’m fucking,” Wendy De Jacmel said to Steve Vladimir, looking at the big and tall young black man as he stood before her, a worrisome frown on his dark, handsome face. He’d been stroking his big black dick with both hands for some time now, but it remained flaccid. Steve had been mumbling apologies and making excuses, blaming his malfunction on everything from work-related stress to weight gain and lack of sleep.

“I’m sorry about that, babe, this has never happened to me before,” Steve said pitifully, and Wendy De Jacmel smiled wickedly, and told him to sit down. Steve nodded and sat on the bed, watching as Wendy turned around and walked away. The curvy, big-bottomed young Haitian woman looked absolutely delicious, and he had jerked off to thoughts of her countless times, but tonight, his dick just wouldn’t work. What the fuck?

“Tonight I’m fucking you,” Wendy said, as she came back into the bedroom. Steve Vladimir blinked in surprise upon seeing her. Wendy De Jacmel stood there, looking gorgeous and scary with a shiny ebony strap-on dildo jutting from between her thick dark brown legs. With a scary smile on her lovely face, the young woman stepped forward, and Steve felt both scared and turned on by her formidable presence.

“Oh my,” Steve replied, and Wendy ordered him to get on his knees. When he didn’t obey fast enough, Wendy slapped him hard across the face. Steve grimaced, and rubbed his face, stunned by what she’d just done to him and the harsh, unforgiving expression on her beautiful face. Where on earth did this Tigress come from? Steve wondered, a bit worried.

“Steve, you’re my bitch, tonight and forever, I came over to Ottawa all the way from Malden, Massachusetts, and you actually dared to disappoint me, so I’m going to punish your ass and you will like it,” Wendy said, matter-of-factly, and Steve Vladimir nodded eagerly. I got the message, you are the boss, Steve thought, and recognition dawned on him. Wendy has always had a bit of the dominatrix in her, Steve mused, terrified and thrilled by the possibilities.

“Yes, Maitresse Wendy De Jacmel, I agree,” Steve replied with his head bowed, and Wendy nodded with satisfaction, flawlessly slipping into dominatrix mode from sex kitten territory. She watched as Steve knelt before her and dutifully kissed her feet, just like a good sub does for his chosen mistress.

They’d known each other since the Fall of 2003, where they met at Bay State University in downtown Boston, Massachusetts. One fine day in September, their eyes met while crossing the street on Commonwealth Avenue, and the rest, as they say, was history. Back then, Steve Vladimir was seeing this white chick named Brigida, and Wendy De Jacmel was dating this Haitian dude named Stuart Constantin. Wendy ended up marrying and divorcing Stuart Constantin, while Steve moved illegal bahis to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for law school after his relationship with Brigida unraveled.

Fast forward fourteen years, and Wendy De Jacmel was starting a new career in health care, and taking care of her beautiful, stoic family. The life of a mother and a divorcee wasn’t easy but the smart, savvy and tireless Wendy definitely made it look easy. Just call me the Che Guevara of Black Soccer Moms, Wendy thought, musing on her rather unique situation.

Steve Vladimir came back into her life, having finished his legal studies and settled into a career as a private security consultant, and since they were both single and adventurous, they decided to have a crack at their decade-long, unspoken attraction. Time, though, had not left them unscathed. While it turned Wendy De Jacmel into a Haitian-American MILF Supreme, it left Steve Vladimir with a few issues…

“As I recall, you are bisexual, Steve, so pucker those full lips and suck my dick,” Wendy De Jacmel said, and she rubbed the dildo against Steve’s mouth. The burly black man looked at her and frowned, resigned to his fate. Truth be told, he’d been in love with Wendy for years and always dreamed of her becoming his. Of course, fate had other plans. He felt his dick harden, for he was both turned on and disturbed by the idea of being dominated by the woman he loved…

“Yes, Maitresse Wendy De Jacmel,” Steve replied, and Wendy smiled as she watched him suck her dildo. A decade ago, while Wendy was still married to Stuart Constantin, Steve told her that he was attracted to both males and females. In the Haitian community, being gay and lesbian was considered very taboo. As a bisexual Haitian man who was honest about his desires, Steve was akin to a unicorn in Wendy’s eyes. She always respected for his honesty…

“Would you look at that? You’re getting hard for me, Steve, you really like being my bitch,” Wendy said, and she watched as Steve’s dick hardened and lengthened, staring up at her like a snake. Steve nodded and continued to suck on her dildo, and Wendy gently rubbed his head. With his stylish Afro, Steve definitely looked good, and Wendy was going to have lots of fun tormenting the hell out of her boo…

“I’d get wood for you even from beyond the grave, my dear Wendy,” Steve paused to say, and Wendy grinned, and then shoved her dildo right back down his throat. Steve gulped on it a bit, and then resumed sucking on it. After Steve finished polishing Wendy’s dildo, she put him on all fours and donned latex gloves. Playfully Wendy slapped Steve’s ass, and then told him to spread his cheeks for her.

“Give me that sweet black ass, Steve Vladimir, you’ve given it to too many other dudes and those white bitches you used to sleep with, it’s my turn,” Wendy said, smiling at Steve’s butt as illegal bahis siteleri she lovingly stroked her strap-on dildo. Just like that, Wendy took some Aloe cream and used it to lubricate Steve’s ass, and she also smeared the lubricant on the dildo. Time to get this party started, as they say…

“That ass is yours, Maitresse Wendy De Jacmel,” Steve said, panting, and a grinning Wendy gripped his hips and leaned into him. Flicking her tongue over Steve’s earlobe, Wendy bucked her hips and thrust the dildo into his ass. Steve groaned sharply as Wendy pushed the dildo into his butt, and she held him into place as she began fucking him. Feel my power, big man, Wendy thought, laughing gleefully as she worked Steve’s ass over.

“Shut up and take this dick, you bitch, since you couldn’t fuck me, I’m going to show you what a good fuck feels like,” Wendy hissed, and she fucked Steve furiously, cramming the dildo up his butt. She wanted him to know what it felt like to be owned and totally ruled by a woman. Fear of female power and leadership seemed to be part and parcel of many a man’s psyche, and Wendy knew making it a reality would be fresh torment for her beloved Steve…

“Have mercy on my butt, Maitresse Wendy,” Steve pleaded, after thirty minutes of getting his ass relentlessly pounded and fucked, courtesy of Dominatrix Wendy and her strap-on dildo. Wendy sighed in disappointment, for she’d been having lots of fun wrecking Steve’s ass, and she pulled out of him. Definitely going to need cleaning up later, Wendy thought, making a face as she tossed aside the used dildo. Steve rolled on his back and looked up at her, a happy smile on his face.

“Hey, Steve-O, you’re hard again,” Wendy remarked, and Steve smiled and nodded. Apparently, getting tormented sexually by a dominant black woman turns on certain black men, and Steve is definitely one of them. Wendy looked at Steve’s long and thick, uncut dick and licked her lips. Without another word, the Tigress pounced on her lover and grabbed his dick. Steve held his breath as Wendy took his dick into her lovely mouth…

“Yeah, I like all this female domination shit, got me hard, now suck my dick,” Steve said, and he winced as Wendy grabbed his balls and squeezed them. Hastily he apologized, and she released her hold on his family jewels. Wendy smiled as she continued to suck on Steve’s dick, marveling as it lengthened and hardened in her hands. I’m going to do evil things with that chocolate sick, Wendy thought wickedly.

“Hmm, your dick tastes good, but before I let you fuck me, you need to eat this ass,” Wendy said, flicking her tongue over Steve’s dick head. Steve smiled and nodded. A few moments later, Wendy got on all fours, and shook her big dark brown ass at her boo. Steve came up behind Wendy and spread her big ass cheeks wide open. Sliding a finger into her canlı bahis siteleri butt hole, he smiled and then stuck his tongue in her ass. Wendy smiled as she felt Steve’s tongue in her asshole. Let the fun begin, Wendy thought mischievously.

“I love the taste of Haitian female booty,” Steve said, clapping Wendy’s ass cheeks even as he stuck his tongue so far up her asshole that one couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. Wendy rode Steve’s face, smothering his handsome visage with her big brown booty. As Steve tongued her asshole, Wendy stuck two fingers into her pussy, pleasuring her sweet spot. Moaning and groaning, Wendy squirmed as Steve’s tongue filled her asshole. This man is crazy but I love him and what he does to me, Wendy thought, elated.

“Oh fuck, I need your dick inside of me,” Wendy squealed, as she rolled off of Steve’s face. Steve grinned and stroked his hard dick, even as Wendy got on all fours and shook her big ass at him. He’d been dreaming about that ass ever since he first saw it years ago, in a devilish blue dress, one hot summer day. Steve rubbed his hard dick against Wendy’s big booty and she snorted impatiently. Grinning, Steve pushed his dick into Wendy’s pussy, and just like that, the fun really began for them both…

“Twerk that ass for me, Wendy,” Steve said boldly, and he playfully slapped her big bum. Wendy turned around and shot him a wuthering look. Steve held her gaze, and smirked. Wendy smiled back, and began twerking for her man. Steve gripped her hips and thrust into her, watching as Wendy undulated that big brown booty of hers, which turned him on even more. Hard and fast he pumped his dick into her, wanting to make her big ass pay for being so damn tempting.

“Oh yes, give me that dick, if you dare,” Wendy half-teased, half-squealed at Steve, to spur him on. Steve slapped her big ass and Wendy winced, then licked her lips. The young Haitian-American woman affectionately referred to ( by friends and family only ) as the Tigress of Jacmel absolutely loved the rough stuff, and Steve was more than happy to dole it out to her. She and Steve went at it until they collapsed in a heap of limbs on the carpeted floor, spent, but happy as can be.

“I think I’m going back to Massachusetts with you, Wendy, I can’t let your fine ass get away from me twice in a lifetime,” Steve Vladimir said, smiling at Wendy De Jacmel. She’s still the most beautiful woman I know, Steve thought, admiring her. Before she could reply, he took her lovely hand and brought it to his lips. Wendy grinned, pleased by his post-coitus manner. A lot of men change around a woman once they get their rocks off, but not this one.

“We shall see,” Wendy said to Steve, flashing him that fearless smile of hers. A smile that Steve found enchanting since their halcyon days at Bay State University in Boston, more than a decade ago. Wendy kissed Steve on the lips, and then got up and headed to the washroom. She could feel his eyes on her naked, sashaying ass the entire time. Round two when I come back, Wendy thought, licking her lips before closing the washroom door.

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ben kısa süreli banyoda temizlik tazelenmeden sonra kanepede ikisinin arasına oturdum handan ın göğüslerine yumulurken sibel benim sıkimi iştahla yalıyor vakumluyordu sikim kazık bu gibi olmuştu sibel bacaklarını açarak yerimi aldım imes escort o lahza o amın içinde olmak nedense aşırı farklıydı hem köklüyor hemde göğüslerini somuruyordum handan da sibel e amını yaklaştırarak yalattırıyordu böylesini ne gördüm ne duydum nede yaşadım başkası anlatsa hadi lan sallama derdim sibel boşaltmak istiyor hızlanıyor ben sıkıyordum ki temel göyünü istiyordum handan krem getirmiştir.
Sibeli domalttım götünü kremledim yavaş yavaş bastırdım kaçmak istedi yakaladım içime yağ benzeri kaymasıyla çığlığı bastı çık dedi ama dinleyen kim 1-2 gidip gelmeden sonra haz almaya başlanıyor handan bacaklarını ayırarak sibelin üstünden ellerinle göğüslerini sıkarak ağzıma sundu altta sibel i yırtarken üstte handan beni doyurarak büyük bir hışımla boşalarak yere yığıldım sibel ve handan izmir otobüse yetişmeleri gerektiğinden sırayla banyoya gittik izmir dönüşü handan ın götünü parçalama zamanı belirledikten sonra onları izmir e yolcu ettim bende evime döndüm şimdi ise onları bekliyorum.
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The Curse and blessing of Skype…….

I’d been living with Briony for a few months when she and her mother discovered Skype. It had been a great few months. Briony, 23yrs old, at 5 foot 6 inches, slim, long blonde hair, was great to live with. Her body was shapely without being too large – or too small. She was hot, kinky and experimental in bed……..and in the kitchen, and in the living room, and in the shower, and three times in our backyard! And Briony had another characteristic to treasure as well – she was a great cook! It was something she had learnt from her mother, and an obsession she still shared with her mother. Often they would phone each other asking for tips, wanting to know how to prepare some obscure ingredient, sharing recipes.

I had met Briony months before when she was on a trip for work to the town where I live (30 miles from where she lived), where we met in a bar. After dating for a month or two, quite out of the blue, her company asked if she would take over the office in the town where I lived. I asked her to move in with me to save on the rent for both of us, and it was the best thing I had ever done. Not only did I get the best sex ever, I got the best cooking as well!

Briony’s mother June was rather different to Briony – perhaps Briony took after her father. Different psychologically, not physically. June was the same height as Briony, same build – she was Briony 25 years older. Her hair was shorter, but she was still a very attractive woman, despite dressing and living very conservatively. June had been brought up in a rather puritanical home, and was fundamentally a puritan herself. However, in her innocence and naivety in her late teens she had been swept off her feet by the local Romeo, and married him despite the warnings of her parents. Her parents had been right. After two years he had taken all of June’s earnings, salted away all of June’s savings, and disappeared with the girl who worked on the till at the local shop when June was 8 months pregnant.

Many people had tried to court June, but from there she had dedicated herself to looking after her daughter, something she did wonderfully, while working full time as a dental receptionist to pay their way. Briony had lived at home with her mother through college, and worked for a local insurance company when she left college. Briony had always been a bit wild, but had kept most of that from her mother. June refused to hear anything bad of her daughter, even when rumours did reach her.

June was a bit ambiguous about me. I was the sort of guy most mothers were happy for their daughter to be seen with. Six foot, with a footballer’s body. Short dark hair. Working as a surveyor after college, doing well. On the one hand I was mister good guy who was good for her daughter, but on the other hand no-one would be good enough for her perfect daughter. We got on fine. I enjoyed her staying with us. I think she liked to visit. When they were together Briony and June were happy, with 80% of the conversation being about cooking. They were actually two women who enjoyed “being in the kitchen together!”

And then they discovered skype.

Why we put it on the computer we had in our bedroom I will never know. But we did! And because it was free, they felt they could talk as long and as often as they wanted. At first I smiled when they were talking. Then began to get irritated every time that deep sounding beep went off. And then it got very very irritating. It seemed like every time we were about to have sex, or in the middle of sex, or warming up for sex the bloody thing went off. And Briony could never leave it, or turn it off, or pretend it wasn’t there. “Mum might need me,” she would say.

The final straw came one day in a particularly hot session just after we both had got home from work, before we had even thought about what we were going to eat. We had ended up doggy style, on the floor, on the deep pile carpet we had in the bedroom. It was a pink carpet! I was moments away from filling Briony’s pussy with cum, when I heard it. The dreaded deep peep. Why couldn’t skype have a call sign like everyone else’s? And Briony had simply crawled away on her hands and knees, pulling herself off my cock before I could move, standing up, grabbing a dressing gown and began to talk to her mother. I was left with a stiff, sticky wet cock, and balls about to empty, with nothing to empty them into!!!!!!

After they had chatted for about ten minutes, I put on my dressing gown, said high to June, explained that our meal was just about ready and we had to go. I turned off skype and gave Briony the screwing I deserved. And she thoroughly enjoyed!

It was enough – I had to do something. I couldn’t have every bout of sex interrupted: my balls would explode! But thinking about Skype, and her mother interrupting, and me turning her mother off, started to give me ideas. Fun ideas. Even kinkier ideas. And the truth is – I knew Kinky was Briony’s nature as well, and her desire for bahis firmaları ever more kinkiness. Luckily I know my way around a computer. It took a few days when Briony was out to set it up, but changing a few settings quickly had the computer as I wanted. The magic of “hotkeys!” I’d be ready the next time she Skyped……

It was almost a week later when it happened. We had both got home from work, both feeling really horny after Briony’s period. I had nearly ripped her clothes off when she had got in, and had rid myself of mine just as quickly. I knew it was the evening June was likely to Skype – she often did on Wednesdays, so I took my time. I caressed Briony all over, spending extra time playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples until they were hard, then sucking them to even greater size. I let my hands roam. I explored between the cheeks of her ass, before caressing between her legs, gently caressing her clit, pushing one, then two, then three fingers inside her, threatening one day to give her a real a good fisting. She knew I wouldn’t, but just talking about it turned her on even more (talking about kinky things was always good for extra excitement for Briony).

After she came down from her first orgasm I heard it. The deep beep. Skype calling. Rather June was calling on Skype, just as I was wondering what to do with the hardest erection I’d had that week. I was left lying on the bed, stiff cock waving in empty space as Briony pulled on her dressing gown quickly to talk to her mother.

I left it for about 5 minutes, before moving over to the computer, putting my head into the shot to tell June that sometimes the power cable on our computer monitor (with inbuilt speakers) gave out, so sorry if the connection broke down while she and Briony were talking. I’d already mentioned it to Briony before, who had probably told her mother of the problem before this evening. I hung around as they chatted a bit more about cooking Langoustines then pushed the Control and caps locked button on the keyboard. Instantly our screen went blank, as if the computer had shut down.

I apologised to Briony, said I’d get it going again in a bit, but why not finish off business first? She gave a smile, so I pushed her chair back, then turned it sideways towards me, then pushed her head down to my cock, thrusting my cock into her mouth. It was all sexy fun for Briony, and she started giving me the blow job of my life. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock, then she took as much into her mouth as she could, then pulled back again. Her hand was squeezing my balls, until I was uncontrollable. Briony sat still on the chair as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth harder and harder, telling her she was the best cock-sucker I’d ever known – which was true. Suddenly Briony had stopped, pulled her mouth off my cock, looked hard into my eyes and said “Fuck my mouth honey, and shoot your spunk right down my throat.”

It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse – I pulled her head back onto my cock and began to fuck hard. She was so good with her tongue – in seconds I was moaning, thrusting hard, filling her mouth with my cum, pumping hard, over and over, as she swallowed as much as she could. Even then, some of my cum seeped out the side of her mouth and down her chin.

Briony smiled up at me, knowing she’d milked every last drop of cum from my cock, and said – “Nice starter, now let’s eat those langoustines.” She disappeared, carrying her dressing gown with her. As she disappeared I turned back to the computer, again pushed the control and caps locked buttons for the screen to come back on, and to see a figure disappearing from the Skype screen.

It was later I got the real benefit as well. Not only had I set the control and caps lock buttons to killing our monitor and speakers, but to start the record function as well. When Briony was watching her favourite soap opera I went to watch the recording. It was amazing. A small picture in the corner of Briony giving me the best blowjob she could, the big screen showing her mother’s reactions as she watched. That terrible, exciting mix of horror and fascination covered her face. But she stayed watching……. The final moments of the recording showed June rushing away from the computer. I imagined her rushing to her bedroom to relieve herself.

Chapter two.

It took a few days to work out what to do next. It was helpful to know that it worked! That I could kill the computer monitor and speaker our end, while June continued to watch, and I could record what we would have been seeing on Skype if our monitor and speakers were on! It was also good to have June believing there was something wrong with the connection, so she might be hearing and seeing, and we weren’t. The next time we would just give her a show she could watch. It was again just after Briony and I had arrived home from work.

I had arrived first, and gone to our bedroom, waiting for the door. In the next 5 minutes I had cleared our desk, leaving kaçak iddaa our cam at the far end, and had removed all my clothes. After a further 5 minutes or so I heard Briony’s key turn in the lock. As she took off her coat and hung it in the hall I simply put the call through on Skype to June. It was all a bit rushed, but I called Briony to the bedroom, and pushed the control and capslock buttons as I did so. When Briony came into the bedroom, the computer looked dead, although I knew June would be watching.

“Blimey – you’re ready for action!” Briony smiled, as she stared hard at my already stiff cock. I wondered whether June was staring hard as well. I only wondered for a moment! I stepped across to Briony, lifted her over to the desk and bent her over it. I lifted her skirt, pulled her black lacy panties to her feet, lifted her feet and pulled them off. It was just as I had planned – Briony’s face was inches from the cam, looking straight into the cam, although she wasn’t aware the cam was working or turned on.

I noticed that the lips of Briony’s pussy were already glistening. Perhaps she had been dreaming of something like this on the way home from work – we often did before we ate our evening meal. I let my hand rest on Briony’s pussy, and gently eased a finger inside her, playing around inside her pussy, trying to press on her G-spot. Briony was purring, moaning softly, softly saying “Yes, yes……..”

After a couple of minutes I removed my finger, moved right behind her and let my cock rest under her pussy, moving softly across the lips. I whispered to Briony “What do you want me to do?” I know Briony loves to talk to dirty, and she didn’t disappoint.

“I want you to fuck me!”

I hesitated, and asked her again what she wanted me to do.

“I want you to put your cock in my cunt. I want you to pound your cock in and out. Fuck me, please.” Briony increasingly begged, getting louder and more yearning. I wasn’t going to disappoint her! I pushed hard into her, plunging my 7 inches fully into her. Briony’s moan of relief as I filled her was unmissable, and she said in obvious desire: “Oh, your cock feels so good in my cunt, feels so good in me.”

I held for a moment, then slid half-way out then plunged back into her. I repeated it three of four times, each time Briony moaning in desire.

After plunging in and out of her I stopped, and let my finger start to play with her beautiful tight rose, gently pushing my cock in and out of her pussy at the same time. Briony was breathing hard, then suddenly cried out “Do it, please do it.”

I knew what she meant, but asked her “Do what, honey?”

“Put your finger in my asshole. Fuck me hard. Fuck my cunt. Finger fuck my hole, please…….. both……”

I still played naive, although we both knew it was part of the game. “What do you want me to do with my fingers? Why?”

Briony didn’t hesitate. “I want you to finger fuck my asshole. It feels so good, when you are fucking my cunt with your hard cock…………….”

I was too aroused to wait, I began to thrust my cock hard and deep into Briony’s pussy, Briony pushing back to meet my thrusts, moaning loud. I let my finger thrust in and out of her asshole at the same time, feeling it on my cock through the membrane. Faster and faster we fucked, louder and louder Briony moaning until she screamed out loud, her body shaking, wrything in orgasm, as I pumped my cum deep inside her……………………..

Later as Briony was loading the dishwasher I watched the recording from Skype. In the corner of the screen I could see Briony’s face, and hear her crying and moaning, speaking crudely. On the main screen I watched June responding to what she was seeing and hearing on her computer. I don’t know which was hotter – watching Briony responding to what I was doing, or watching June as she watched, her hand clearly between her legs over the jeans she was wearing…………..

Chapter 3.

I’m not completely sure what effect my teasing of June was having – although I could guess. When we saw her, and her and Briony were chatting – normally about food and recipes, their great love, there was no sign that June had been watching us. Of course Briony didn’t know, and June didn’t know that I did know, and had recordings of her watching us. I was still wondering whether and how I should push things even further, before I confronted June. I didn’t know how June would react. I knew that Briony would blow her top when I told her that I had been recording her, and recording her mother watching, and that I had tricked June into watching. I also knew that Briony’s innate Kinkiness and lust would take over very quickly, and it would be the beginning of something even kinkier.

I decided – one more session of teasing June, although the final part would take a little more setting up, with an extra microphone or two. Thank goodness there was a Maplin’s around the corner from our flat with all I needed.

The forecast for the following kaçak bahis Saturday was terrible. Wet, rain, more rain, on top of more rain as well! I hoped I would have time to set things up on Saturday morning when Briony was out shopping with her mother, and have time to make sure it was working. Truth be told, it set up very easily – the extra microphones, linked to the computer through a multi-socket. The hardest part was hiding the cable under the carpet, although hiding the microphones themselves was easy enough, and I did no more than hide the multi-socket behind the computer. I still had time to drink a can of beer before Briony got back.

We had lunch, and decided going anywhere was really out of the question. Briony had already been soaked once just going from the supermarket to the car, and loading the car. She didn’t fancy another soaking. As she washed the few lunch dishes, I crept up behind her, put my arms around her and grabbed a handful of tit, and squeezed. Briony tried to push me away, but not too hard. She told me to let her finish the washing up, so as she did I reached under her t-shirt and undid her bra.

Before I realised what had happened, Briony had spun around and thrown a glass of water all over me, giggling. Cold water.

“You little monster!” I pointed at her as I shouted it.

Briony pouted. “Now you know how I felt earlier doing your shopping!”

It was a typical exchange – the mock row, which often ended up in gentle wrestling, and hot sex! This was no different. We shouted at each other. We wrestled. We ended up kissing each other hard, as I pulled her hard to me with my hands on her ass. At last Briony pushed me away. “You’ve got me all wet,” she complained. “You’re soaked. Get upstairs and get your wet clothes off!”

It was all the invitation I needed. “Only if you come and take yours off as well!” I insisted. I ran up the stairs – I knew Briony would take her time, that she would saunter up in a few minutes. As soon as I got to the bedroom I clicked on the Skype, to contact June, and when she answered I quickly pushed the Control and Caps-lock buttons on our computer, to kill the sound and screen our end, as well as starting the recording of what we would have seen had our speakers and screen been on. I quickly removed my clothes, and lay on the bed naked. I knew June could see me clearly on the bed, and would be able to hear much more clearly what we would say to each other with the ultra-sensitive microphones we had around us.

Seconds later Briony appeared wiggled her body provocatively. She smiled before speaking: “No, I’ve decided I’m not going to take my clothes off!” She turned for the door, knowing I wouldn’t let her escape. I didn’t – I leapt to my feet, grabbed her and we started to struggle, both of us giggling. I quickly removed her t-shirt. Her bra, which she hadn’t done up, fell off at the same time. It took a bit more struggling, before I managed to remove her jeans, and pull her panties down her legs, then off her feet, with Briony lying on the floor laughing helplessly.

“Right madam,” I said in a commanding voice. I picked her up, threw her on the bed on her back, and was lying on top of her in seconds. I immediately thrust my cock deep into her pussy, which was already sopping wet, and held her hands above her head. Half-heartedly she attempted to throw me off, but she didn’t struggle enough to make me fall off her, and quickly sighed, stopped struggling and seemed to give in.

One of the things we like to do is for me to lie on her, in her, and chat – kinky hot chat. We had plenty of time, so I thought I should start chatting. “Do you know what I’m imagining this afternoon?”

Briony smiled, knowing this could end up somewhere kinky before replying. “No, what are you imagining?”

“I’m imagining,” I began slowly, after a pause when I pulled my cock out a little and pushed back in, causing Briony to moan softly. “I’m imagining we’re having a threesome with another hot woman. I’m imagining she is naked, and on the bed with us, and you are going to make hot, wild love to her.”

Briony sighed. “Typical man – always dreaming of watching two women.” I knew Briony had been with a couple of other women: she had told me on another occasion like this. “Which of my friends are you thinking of now?” She spoke with a mock resigned tone.

“Oh, not one of your friends. Much kinkier than that.” Again I eased my cock in and out gently, causing Briony to sigh.

“Kinkier? What’s kinkier than that?” Briony managed to gasp out the words.

Time to drop the bombshell. “Your mother.”

“My mother?” Briony said in a shocked voice, but I felt the pulse from her pussy, suggesting it had another effect on her as well. “You’re mad. I’d never dream of that………………” I thrust into her a couple of times, making her gasp, feeling her pussy was soaking.

“Would love to see it.” I paused, then continued quietly, talking softly into her ear. “Imagine. You naked. She’s naked, and very nervous. But we roll her onto the bed, onto her back, then you sit on her face with your pussy, then lean forward and bury your head between her legs.” Again I felt Briony respond as I spoke.

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