The Woman On The Bus Ch. 08

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I have a story to tell you.  It’s about an event that changed my life for the better and I only hope that everyone gets to experience something like this in their life.  A friend can be more than just a friend with a nudge in the right directions.  It began one Monday morning…MondayI noticed her in the back of the bus after I stumbled onto it as I did most Monday mornings.  She was a young brunette sitting at the rear of the bus on the opposite side.  I thought to myself that she had to be in her late twenties.  Her hair was up, and she was wearing jeans, a shirt with frilly sleeve ends, and tennis shoes.  She had on light-colored glasses, and I could tell they were likely only necessary for reading since they didn’t seem the thickness required for all-day wear from my perspective.  She didn’t appear to be a business professional, but maybe more of a techie.  The kind where it’s not their appearance that matters as much as their innovative ideas and creativity.She had her legs crossed and was reading a book she was holding upright on her knee.  She didn’t notice me the first glance, but the second time I looked, we met eyes for a split second.  As soon as I saw her eyes staring back at mine, I shot my glance in a different direction hoping she didn’t see me staring at her.  She was looking directly at me, though.  I resisted looking again but couldn’t help it. This time, she had a small smile on her face and her stare seemed to linger on longer than usual.  I tell you, I instantly time warped back to my awkward teenage years and became that shy little girl when a boy said something nice to me.  There I was in my business attire, trying to get to work and this girl was snatching my attention. I spent the rest of my time on the bus considering why she was smiling at me and why I found her particularly appealing, especially considering I was not nor have ever been on the prowl for a female companion.  Regardless, the bus stopped at the station before mine and she left.  I watched her pack her stuff up, toss her backpack over her shoulder, türbanlı gaziantep escort and exit the door at the rear of the bus.  She never stopped to look at me again, so I thought I might have been making the whole thing up in my head.I didn’t have much downtime at work, so my thoughts of this young woman didn’t invade my mind until after I got home.  My husband, Ben, was away on a business trip so I made a small meal for myself and made myself comfortable on the couch watching a Lifetime movie.  Halfway through, my mind wandered to her.  I questioned my interpretation of the series of events as they happened.  Maybe she wasn’t looking at me.  Then again, maybe she was flirting with me.  I shrugged off the entire event and continued watching TV. TuesdayThe thought of her was pretty much out of my mind by the time I got out of bed.  I got in the shower and the rest of my morning went on as it always had.  I locked up the house and proceeded towards the bus stop.  That’s when her face popped back up in my head.  I didn’t know what to expect from today’s bus ride, if she would even be there again.  I had not noted her as a regular before today so, it was entirely possible she was just a flirty little thing that just happened to like what she saw that day. As if I was not in control of myself, I caught myself watching everyone who got on at every stop.  I work quite a distance from home so, there are several stops along the way.  Yesterday, she was on the bus when I got on.  Today, she didn’t get on until much later.  I watched as she boarded the bus and looked around.  She was wearing clothes that closely matched the style of those she wore the day before.I wasn’t in the spot I was the day before, but I saw her look over that way and then again to somewhere else looking for a place to sit.  I must have been staring at her because as soon as she sat, she resumed scanning the people on the bus and her eyes locked on mine when she saw me.  We stared at each gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan other for what felt like minutes before she smiled and reached into her backpack for her book.  Something inside me told me to not look away. She was then beginning to preoccupy my thoughts.  If I also had a book, I would not have been able to read it.  Instead, I had a conversation with myself to try and figure out what was happening.  I don’t know why I was watching her as much as I did but, I felt a certain draw to her.  She was alluring.  She also seemed to be playing a game with me.  The kind of game where she forces me to notice her, then plays hard to get.  I did wonder why she was dancing through my head as she was.  I consistently asked myself why I even looked.I continued questioning my behavior and was snapped out of it when I was tapped on the shoulder.  It seemed the bus stopped at my stop and one of the regulars pointed to the digital sign in the bus and told me the driver was about to close the doors.  I thanked them and immediately started to depart the bus.  As I did, I looked around for the mystery woman and realized she must have gotten off while my internal monologue was running amok.She was on my mind all day that day and my work showed it.  I tried to snap out of it, but her face stirred in my mind.  Questions began piling up about the situation. I stopped working long enough to realize that she was either going to keep riding the same bus as me and we will have an encounter sooner than later or, she was just being flirty, and I’ll likely not see her again.  I played both scenes in my head and noticed a unique physiological difference in response to each scenario.  The former gave me goosebumps and the latter made me feel sad.WednesdayI left that morning the same as I had, only this time I was determined.  I was going to decide what I was seeing and go with it or leave it alone.  I wasn’t going to let her torture me any longer, though gaziantep türbanlı escort I must admit, it was making my life anything but mundane as I felt it had been lately.  I did the same thing as I had prior.  I got on and sat in a place where I could see most of the bus, or at least make her walk past me to get to a seat. I boarded the bus and waited for her.  Her stop came, and she was there, waiting.  My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel the adrenaline flowing through me.  She did the same as she had done the day before, except this time, she walked past me.  Sunflower!  She wore sunflower perfume and it hit me like Cupid’s arrow.  This woman was driving me crazy.  I didn’t understand how or why, but I was going to let it happen.  I lazily sat back in my chair with my bag on my knees and casually scanned the crowd watching her from time to time.  She didn’t pay strict attention to me, and her nose was stuck in the book she was reading.  I was a little disappointed but waited to see if there was a way for me to initiate contact.Nearing her stop, I noted she paid attention to where the bus was, and when her stop was to be next, she closed her book as if she had just remembered something.  You know, the light came on over her head and she quickly jostled around in her backpack.  She drew out a pen and a sheet of paper and began scribbling.  She put the pen back in her bag, folded the sheet of paper, and waited for her stop.When the bus stopped, she got up, put her backpack on her shoulder, and looked at me.  She scanned the people on the bus before locking eyes with me and began moving in my direction.  She put her arm down as she passed me and alerted me with her eyes to the paper she held in her hand as she continued walking.  This was it, I thought, this is where she tells me to stop being a creeper and stop staring at her.  I was wrong. The note said, ‘You’re reading it right.  I hope you like my perfume today.’It’s like she knew she was dancing in my head all day.  She could have said ‘liked’ as in, I won’t smell it again and think of her.  But she said like, knowing full well I think of her when I’m not on this bus.  I didn’t know where this was headed, but I was onboard for the ride.   I think I committed myself to this thing, regardless of where the road took me.  I recall thinking that if I found myself in bed with her one day, it wouldn’t shock me.  I also recall wondering why I was imagining being in bed with her.

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Bred by the Hive Chapter 6

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Sex.Melinda Vester loved sex.She became a stripper, and discovered it was very lucrative. She discovered it was even more lucrative when she gave out extra favors to well-paying clients, and so she barely noticed it when she also became a whore.But not just any whore.A high-class one.Melinda didn’t just give her body to anyone. She gave herself on yachts, and in mansions, and in cozy back rooms of fancy nightclubs. She earned up to 2,000 credits a night. She was incredibly successful.The job had hazards, of course. With every client, there was a risk of disease, for example. But nowadays there was a cure to most every kind of social disease, so the risk was minimal.So Melinda thought.One day, she was on Michael Burnhem’s boat. He was a tall, muscular black man who had had a very successful career playing nuclear basketball for the Santa Monica Aardvarks. She should have noticed something about Michael’s smile which was unusual. “I have a surprise for you,” he had said.”Oh? I love surprises.”Usually, that meant a bonus, like a necklace, or earrings.But as Michael guided her to the bedroom on his yacht, she realized it was one of those kind of surprises. He probably wanted anal. Well, he would have to pay extra for that.But Michael surprised her again by just having the most typical kind of sex. He got to it quickly enough, without the usual foreplay, which should have been another warning sign.They had sex in the dim light of his cabin. Melinda tried to wrap her arms around his back, but Michael pulled back for some reason. In general, he was acting a little strange. But then he got down to business. As he was plowing into her, she felt something odd inside of her. She frowned, but didn’t give it much thought, until Michael cried out, and climaxed.And then, as Michael pulled out, she felt it.Something, a creepy crawling something, inside her vagina, which was crawling out of it now, snaking at the edge of her labial lips. Melinda cried out and tried to pluck it away, whatever it was, but Michael suddenly held her down, preventing her from using her arms.”Hey!” she said, trying to move. “Let me go!””In just a moment,” said Michael.She felt the thing, whatever it was, moving to her clitoris. For a moment it almost felt good, like she was being stimulated.It did feel good. She was being stimulated.”Ah,” said Melinda, lying back.”Ah,” she said again, as she felt it. It was like lips, sucking her gently down there.”Good girl,” said Michael, releasing her as he saw her body relax. “That’s a good girl.””What’s happening to me?” said Melinda, feeling one orgasm after another.”You’re being trained,” said Michael, and then by chance he turned his back on her for a moment, and she saw something, a big round something pulsating on her back.But Melinda didn’t have time to think about it, because she felt wave after wave of pleasure in her clitoris. This continued for several minutes. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she had a smile of pure bliss on her face.”Did you enjoy that?” Michael asked, sometime later.Melinda nodded. But she still sat cross-legged and opened her folds to see what was there.It looked like some kind of worm, wrapped around her clitoris. She reached with two fingers to pluck it out, but she felt a sharp stab of pain, when she pulled on it. Taking a deep breath, she tried to pull it from the other side. This time the pain was even more intense, suriyeli escort like her clitoris was being cut in half.”No, you can’t do that,” said Michael.”What… what is it?” she asked.”It is part the Hive,” said Michael. “Soon you will be too.” He smiled at her. “You can get dressed now.”Melinda got dressed and left. She didn’t even wait to collect her payment. She would go to the doctor tomorrow and get this thing removed.When she got home she looked at it under a good light in the bathroom. It was indeed a worm, snaked around her clitoris. It was so sensitive now that when she even tried to touch it, she would wince in pain. No, better to let Doctor Smithers handle this.She reached for her comm, and started to speak his name to the dialer. “Doctor-” but her voice was cut off, and the comm dropped from her hand, as she felt a stabbing pain in her vagina. She fell to the floor, grabbing her crotch.The pain slowly dissipated. It was impossible to ignore the connection. This worm… this thing inside of her was intelligent. It knew she was calling the doctor. There was no way it could know, but it did.How could she get it off of her?Melinda got in her air car and started to drive, apparently aimlessly. But her route took her closer and closer to the local hospital. When the parking lot was in sight, she was about to turn into it, when she felt a stabbing pain in her groin. She cried out and slammed the brakes, shopping short and barely avoiding behind hit by the car behind her.It knew.Melinda went home. She picked up her comm and decided to call Jenelle. Jenelle would know what to do. Jenelle was an experienced whore who had taken Melinda under her wing one night while they were sharing some high grade synthetic Weed.Melinda picked up the comm and started to say “Jenelle”, when again she was incapacitated by a sharp pain. She put down the comm.”All right, all right,” she said, rubbing her crotch. “I get the message. What is it you want from me?”Suddenly, as if in answer, an image formed in her brain. An image of Michael.The thing wanted her to go back to Michael.Maybe Michael would remove it. He would surely want something in return, of course, but at this point, Melinda would do virtually anything to get it off.So she got in her air car and started off to the pier. As she got closer and closer she started to feel a light stimulation on her clitoris. It felt good. She realized she was being rewarded for choosing the proper path.When she got on Michael’s boat, he seemed unsurprised to see her.”What will it take to get this thing off me?” she asked.”Come inside and I’ll show you,” said Michael.She cautiously followed him inside. He again took her to his dimly lit cabin.”Please lean against the wall, please,” said Michael pleasantly.It was something kinky. She knew it. Melinda leaned with her back against the wall.”No, the other way,” said Michael.Melinda frowned at him but leaned against the wall, with her hands splayed on it.”So nice of you to wear such a beautiful backless dress,” he said, letting a hand rub against her back.Anal. He must be going for-Suddenly Melinda felt an odd sensation on her back. A cold, slightly wet sensation. And then the feeling of something crawling.She knew without looking. It was another one of those creepy crawling things. It was moving up her back now.She fled to suriyeli escort bayan the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, it was another worm, which looked identical to the first, and it was now positioned between her shoulder blades. She tried to reach with her hands to pluck it off, but she couldn’t reach that far back.”You can’t remove it,” said Michael casually. “Even if you could reach it, you couldn’t touch it.””What have you done to me?” Melinda cried.”I have kept my promise,” said Michael. “Look for your first one. It’s gone.”Melinda, giving Michael a wary look, sat down on the toilet and lifted her dress. A woman in her profession rarely wore panties, unless the client specifically asked for it. She spread her pubic folds and looked at her clitoris. The worm was gone.Melinda looked up at Michael, and smiled with gratitude. Then she frowned. She felt something crawling on her hip. She lifted up her dress further, and saw the first worm. It was slowly making its way to her back. She put her fingers around it, to pluck it off – and felt a terrible bolt of pain, through her body. She stumbled back on the toilet seat.”Just relax. It will be in place in just a moment,” said Michael soothingly.It took more than a moment for Melinda to recover from the pain. When she did, she stood up and looked at her back in the mirror.Now there were two worms, lying side by side, between her shoulder blades.”What have you done to me?” She said.”What are you doing to me?””I’m helping you join the Hive,” said Michael. “By the way, you may want to avoid backless dresses from now on.” He smiled at her. “You can go now. I’ll see you tomorrow.””Michael-“”I’ll see you, tomorrow,” said Michael, with a certain finality.Melinda’s mind raced as she headed home. What could she do? The creature could apparently deliver pain just as easily from her back as between her legs. Even more so. Before she could only feel pain between her legs; now she could feel it across her entire body. She spent a long time looking at the two worms in her bathroom mirror.She was unable to tell anyone about them. She couldn’t remove them. She couldn’t go to the doctor. What could she do?She was trapped.Melinda paced back and forth the rest of the day, biting her nails. Every so often she found herself staring into space. “Momomomom,” she muttered.Mom? Why would she call her mother? Melinda was totally estranged from that bitch. She didn’t approve of Melinda’s career choices and Melinda certainly didn’t approve of her.She fell into an uneasy sleep.When she woke up the next morning, she had a vague memory of odd dreams… about pancakes. Why would she dream of that? She found herself putting on a blouse that covered her back. Michael was right about one thing. She didn’t want to show that off to others.After eating a quick breakfast, she got into her air car and started driving to the pier. She hadn’t decided to go back to Michael; it was as if the decision had already been made for her.When she got there, Michael smiled and even hugged her. “So good to see you again, Melly,” he said. “Come inside. I’m almost ready for you.”Melinda followed him to the cabin.”You’re a little early. I haven’t quite produced what you need yet, but I think I can do it now,” Michael promised, taking off his shirt. He had a masculine, manly chest which escort suriyeli Melinda always enjoyed. But then he leaned against a wall, palms out, and Melinda saw the thing on his back.It looked like a giant pancake. It was at least a foot in diameter, and several inches thick. It had a golden ring around the edges of it. Just beyond the perimeter of the pancake, she saw a red ring around it, like a rash.The pancake started to move. It started to pulsate, to blob in and out, away and towards Michael’s back.”Michael… that thing on your back….””Everything will become self-evident in a moment,” said Michael, all smiles.Melinda watched in horror as the thing on Michael’s back pulsated more vigorously as it humped his back. Michael winced as if he were being drained. She heard a tearing sound, and saw a stream of yellow fluid start to drip down the middle of his back. And then something started to emerge from the bottom of the pancake, something small and slender.As it emerged, Melinda saw what it was.It was another worm.”Aaaah,” said Michael, as it wormed its way out. He put his hand behind his back, and it dropped into his palm. “Take off your shirt, please.”Melinda shook her head.Michael just looked at her.Suddenly, Melinda felt a stabbing pain in her body. She cried out.”Your shirt, please.””I don’t want another of those things on me!” Melinda cried in terror.”They’re not so bad,” said Michael, reaching out to show it to Melinda. “And they’re only temporary.””Temporary?””In two days, they will be gone.””Gone?””If you do what I say. Now, do I have to ask again?”Melinda remembered the stabbing pain. She didn’t want to feel it again. Reluctantly, she took off her blouse.”Now, lean against the wall.””Michael, no,” She whispered. But then she felt another pain, across her back, like being stabbed with an ice pick, and she cried out, collapsing against the wall.”I’m sorry you have to make things difficult on yourself,” said Michael, moving behind her.”No, Michael, please,” she whimpered.Michael dropped the worm on her back. She recoiled at the sensation. “But I think you’ll find in time that it will all be more than worth it.”Melinda felt the worm moving up. Up to the place where the other worms were. She raced to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror.All three worms were together.And then Michael was in the bathroom, behind her. He gently touched her shoulders.”Momomomomom,” he said, softly.Melinda was confused. But she found herself saying, “Momomomomom,” in response.”Good,” said Michael. “Very good. You’re progressing nicely. I’ll see you tomorrow, Melinda.”When Melinda went home, she thought about what Michael was doing to her. He was putting a parasite on her to control her. But why? Michael could have her any time he wanted. What else could he possibly want from her?During the day Melinda tended to drift off into space. “Mamoonishom,” she uttered. “Momomom Mamoonishom,” she said, more than once. And that night she dreamed of pancakes, again, thousands and thousands of them, flying through the air, joyfully, and reproducing in large numbers, coming out of big, round-like creatures in the ground.The next day she drove to Michael’s boat without any hesitation. He welcomed her eagerly. This time Melinda started to take off her shirt, but Michael stopped her.”That’s no longer necessary, not for you,” he said. He opened his hand, and she saw it contained a worm. “Take it,” he said. “Put it on the back of your neck.”Melinda saw with horror what Michael intended. He wanted her to do it to herself.” Mamoonishom,” said Michael, staring intently at her. “Mamoonishom.””Momomomom Mamoonishom. Mamoonishom,” said Melinda in response.”That’s right,” said Michael. He held up the worm. “Mamoonishom.”

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Single At The Dinner Party

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Kate was randy. Her husband Colin had been away for a fortnight, overseas on business. He wouldn’t be back for another two weeks. Kate’s vibrator and dildo had been well-utilised, but she knew she couldn’t go much longer without some cock.After all, it was a few months since she had fucked anyone apart from Colin. That had been at a work conference – a night to remember with an extremely well-endowed German guy, Gunther. They had sexted occasionally since the conference. Kate found that a couple of extra-marital episodes a year provided just the right amount of spice to add to her contented relationship.The invitation from her old friend Jess was welcome. A brief text: “Small dinner party Saturday at seven?”The brevity of the note meant that Kate didn’t know who else would be attending, but she wore her slutty low-cut short red dress just in case there would be some action. At thirty-five her luscious tits were aching for a work-over as much as they had when she was a promiscuous eighteen-year-old.When Kate arrived, Jess and her spunky husband Will were sipping wine with another couple, Phoebe and Sam. Clearly, Kate had chosen appropriate attire. Jess was wearing a strappy short black cocktail dress, showcasing her lovely huge tits to the max. Her long dark hair was pinned back saucily. Brassy blond Phoebe looked the total slut: pale blue scanty crop top, just covering her medium tits, and a black miniskirt, so short that the absence of panties was evident from the right angle.Knowing that Jess and Will had quite often played extensively with the other couple, Kate wondered where she fitted in to the evening’s plans.Then the doorbell rang. The final guest was a gorgeous tall dark muscular hunk, maybe about three years younger than the rest of the group. He wore a classy black Tee, and pale blue jeans, so tight that there was a definite hint of a bulge. Jess winked at Kate as she introduced Callum. Kate suddenly felt considerable disconcerting wetness: inappropriate but lovely.They didn’t linger over drinks but sat down for dinner promptly. As well as having consummate bedroom skills, Jess was a gourmet cook.First up was an appetiser: Oysters drizzled with gin, lime, chilli, and mirin. Although clichéd, the aphrodisiac effect of oysters was bandied about. Phoebe briefly rubbed Will’s cock through his trousers in a familiar manner as she said “Be sure to have plenty of oysters, big boy.”Kate had seen Will’s cock only once. A couple of years ago at a topless party, Jess had sidled up to Kate and asked for some help. At such parties, Will would become excessively aroused by the range of lovely tits on display, and climax prematurely when fucking Jess at the end of the night.So Jess matter-of-factly asked Kate to take Will to a bedroom to give him a handjob, so that hopefully Will would last longer when he went to bed with Jess at home after sınırsız gaziantep escort the party.Somewhat bemused by the request, Kate took Will’s hand, and, tits jiggling jauntily, led him to a bedroom. Will was overwhelmed by the opportunity to caress his wife’s best friend’s gorgeous tits, which he had ogled many times, as she removed his jeans.Kate found that he had a lovely thick eight-inch cock, with a beautiful knob. It only took a few erotic tugs, and the over-excited Will shot an impressive load. (Kate had liked Will’s cock so much that she actually gave it some brief sucking prior to the tugging. Kate and Will decided conspiratorially that Jess, something of a controller, needn’t be privy to this deviation from the script.)Kate’s mind stopped wandering. Jess was asking Callum about his recent Ibiza holiday.“So, Callum, did you get stuck into those lovely Galician oysters to keep you going with the Ibiza chicks?”, she asked, her hand resting comfortably on Sam’s bulge.It turned out that Callum had been giving some lectures at Valencia University, so the famed sexy island Ibiza was handy, just across the water, for some R and R.“Fuck, I’m in luck tonight. A brain as well as a cock,” thought Kate.“I felt positively geriatric in some of those Ibiza bars,” said Callum. “ But luckily there was the occasional more up-market venue where other academics were winding down. It’s always fantastically erotic when a serious conservative plain-dressing bespectacled woman turns out to be a demon in the cot.”Jess took her left hand from Sam’s lap, and slipped he right hand onto Callum’s.She giggled. “The filthy bastard is hard just remembering it,” she gleefully advised the others.Soup was next: Cinnamon carrot soup, with Saffron.“Great, another aphrodisiac,” said Phoebe, referring to the saffron. “In India especially.”“You’d know, darling,” said Jess, eyebrows raised.Despite her simplistically slutty attire and demeanour, Phoebe was very bright and knowledgeable on a diverse range of subjects. However, as a chemical engineer, she had worked in India on major projects several times, and her knowledge of Indian sexual matters was not just theoretical.Some months ago, over a couple of glasses of riesling, Phoebe had luridly described to Jess an experience she’d had with Ravi and Krishna, two very well-hung wealthy Indian industrialists when working on a project in Bangalore.To thank Phoebe for sorting out a complex technical problem they had treated her to a feast at an expensive hotel restaurant. Then they had adjourned to a suite, where she had tipsily tasted each of their beautiful huge cocks, before they gave her an unforgettable double penetration. “Not my first, but definitely my best,” Phoebe had nostalgically told Jess.The carrot soup was great. Sitting opposite Callum, gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan Kate employed her usual technique. This involved bending forward a little more than necessary with each mouthful of soup. This afforded Callum an optimal view down Kate’s cavernous cleavage.They locked eyes a couple of times. Of course, each knew damn well what was going on. Kate’s panties were becoming embarrassingly damp. Callum’s bulge was becoming embarrassingly prominent.Jess and the three guys took the soup bowls to the kitchen, and plated-up the main course, leaving Phoebe alone with Kate. Phoebe nodded at Callum’s empty seat and said quietly “Be sure to have a piece of that, darling. Sam doesn’t know, but I fucked Callum at a party a few months ago. He’s hung like a stallion and really knows how to use it. He can go all night. You’ll love his tit-work, too.”The others returned, setting out the main meal. Jess had prepared Tournedos a la Bordelaise – steaks of tenderloin with a spicy red wine sauce. Will had opened some of the oldest and best Bordeaux from his extensive cellar.As the others sat down Jess announced, “As usual when warming up for play with each other’s husbands, Phoebe and I will be topless for the main course.” She dropped her top to display her luscious bulbous tits, nipples provocatively erect.“Could you do the honours for me please, Will?” smirked Phoebe.Will unclipped Phoebe’s slutty top, and tossed it to one side, managing an affectionate and familiar feel of her gorgeous medium tits as he did so. Phoebe rubbed him through his trousers in response.“It’s no problem if you want to stay as you are, Kate,” said Jess.“Perhaps I should compromise, and leave my bra on,” replied Kate nonchalantly.She stared at Callum as she slowly slipped her straps down, one at a time. She paused, and then lowered her top to her waist. She was wearing an open-cup bra, through which her breasts were totally bared. Kate’s aroused nipples protruded proudly.“That’s some compromise,” giggled Phoebe, full of admiration for Kate’s sassy response. “Callum darling, please stop salivating.”“Do I need to turn the heating up?” chortled Will. “Erect nipples all around. You girls must be feeling cold.”“This lovely French food reminds me of my year in Marseille,” said Sam.Sam was a very tall, slim sandy-haired fellow. He was a successful architect. Jess had once advised Kate that he was hung commensurate with his height. He had been a very handy basketball player in his younger days and had played semi-professionally in the port city of Marseille.“Tell us about those after-match parties with the basketball groupies,” said Jess.“Yeah, they were wonderful times,” reminisced Sam. “There was a large bunch of slutty young Marseille women most of whom were so-called size-queens. gaziantep sınırsız escort They believed, usually accurately, that being very tall, basketballers were very well-endowed.”Sam took a sip of the sensational red wine and continued.“There were a couple of lovely black African guys on the team. Their BBCs assured them of the pick of the French sluts, but there were plenty left over for the rest of us. We had many wild parties. The women would inevitably get topless on arrival, and were mostly highly proactive in getting at our perpetually hard cocks.“It was never a problem to get two women simultaneously into bed,” continued Sam.Will had his hand under Phoebe’s disgracefully short skirt. Kate noticed a just-perceptible rhythmic movement of Will’s wrist.Kate had been to other quite raunchy dinner parties but this one looked like taking the cake. It was incredibly arousing to be sitting, tits out, next to her oldest friend’s spunky slightly-greying stockbroker husband while he fingered some intelligent blond slut who had come to the party commando.Sam continued his tale of French debauchery. “Sessions with Adele and Suzette were my highlights. Both were brunettes. Suzette liked to dye her hair blond, but the game was up when she got her knickers off, revealing her lovely black bush.”“Often sexy when the carpet doesn’t match the curtains,” laughed Callum.“Suzette gave the greatest blow-jobs,” sighed Sam. “It was always wonderful when I came in her mouth, while huge-titted Adele was adeptly manipulating a strap-on in my arse.”Phoebe groaned noisily as she climaxed. “Jess, your husband’s skilful fingers have done it again. I just can’t hold back from cumming when my sexy husband describes that scene. Now your turn for a European anecdote.”Jess’s huge tits dangled at a delectable angle as she stood and reached across the table for the wine bottle, driving the three guys berserk. Kate removed her minimalist bra so that her luscious pair were also hanging beautifully.Jess’s tale was set in the cosmopolitan hilltop Italian city Perugia, a couple of months before she married Will. She had taken a break from her high-powered molecular biology research job to attend an Italian cooking school.“After a day learning how to cook various unusual Italian meals, such as pasta dishes from Puglia, and pampanella – baked pork fillet with garlic and peppers – from obscure Molise it was great to adjourn to a particular nearby feisty bar, at which there were always lots of gorgeous Italian studs, happy to prey on unattached female culinary students.“I soon got chatting to a tall archetypal swarthy spunk from Milan, named Lucio. He was on contract, tutoring for a few months at Perugia university. His English was excellent. He was very interested in my cleavage. I was very interested in the massive bulge in his jeans. I rubbed and squeezed it, and said that I’d love to try it.“He was happy to oblige, so we adjourned to his nearby apartment. After some brief Chianti-fuelled kissing, he pulled my top down and made some effusive comments about my tits. I suspect my nipples were somewhat erect.”Sam laughed and said “You always have been a master of the understatement, Jess. Your gorgeous nipples are always totally stiff when there is the prospect of some cock.”

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GeorgeWith her orgasm nearing its peak Carly growled hoarsely, “Eat meee!”Rebecca dove at Carly’s spurting cunt and sucked on her labia. Carly’s hands quickly grasped Rebecca’s head and locked her in tight. Fully impaled on my pulsing prick, Carly enjoyed her continuing cum as Rebecca kept up her magical work.CarlyI was losing my mind with George’s cock in my ass and Rebecca’s mouth on my pussy. I’d never been with another woman but had been tempted during girl’s nights with my divorced girlfriends. Rebecca’s mouth on me brought back many of those fantasies that I’d imagined in bed alone after one of our nights out. Knowing that this was my chance to have fun with an experienced female bisexual, I spoke up.”Rebecca, flip onto your back and spread those scrumptious thighs. George, follow me down and keep that magical prick of yours deep in my tight little ass. It feels so much better than I thought it would to have an ass full of cock.”  They both did as I commanded, of course. Who wouldn’t when it came to a three-way? With my face hovering just above Rebecca’s slippery snatch, I was in the perfect position for the two of them to take full advantage. Rebecca’s tongue quickly drilled into my open labia, finding depths I never thought possible from another’s tongue. Meanwhile, George began a lethargic fucking of my opening anus.I let my face rest on Rebecca’s pussy as the two of them had their way with my underutilized crotch. Then it just happened şişman gaziantep escort like I’d done it all of my life. I began licking Rebecca’s puss. Within a few minutes of starting, it felt like I’d always been into women. One thing’s for sure, though, I was not just a lesbian, at least not where George was concerned. The way he patiently and deliberately drilled my posterior made me believe in sex with men all over again. So, it was clear at that moment that I was bisexual.There was moaning and groaning all around as we all enjoyed the touch of the others. But, without a doubt, I was receiving the most satisfaction overall. A stiff pole in my ass and a flicking tongue in my pussy was way more than any girl could ever need. As I thought that this was all of it, I felt someone’s hands find my tits and then my pert nipples. As they squeezed and pulled, I went into orbit.RebeccaFor someone who ‘supposedly’ wasn’t into women, this girl was tantalizing my box like a pro. Carly was digging deep and then sucking my nub to perfection. It is true what they say. No one eats pussy like another woman. I guess that it’s probably the same for cock. Having one is knowing one.GeorgeAfter I began palming Carly’s tits and rolling her nipples, she shot off into the stratosphere. I was sure that she was going to drown my Rebecca, but what a way to go. I could feel the squirts of Carly’s cum against gaziantep şişman escort my sac and groin as she screamed into Rebecca’s splayed pussy. I was getting close to cumming myself due to her clamping down on my invading prick, but held myself steady to avoid doing so.”Cum in her ass, Honey. I want to eat it out of her while she sucks you back to life,” Rebecca muttered as Carly’s orgasm began to fade.The picture that subsequently appeared in my mind drove me to begin pumping Carly’s ass again.”Yes, that!” Carly wholeheartedly agreed between deep pants.I’m ashamed to say that for all my self-control during lovemaking, I was a five-pump chump after their comments. My hands found Carly’s shoulders, and I drove in deep before planting my seed in her backside. Several spurts later, I was slipping from her while pulling her upright to sit on Rebecca’s face. I didn’t want even one drop to be wasted, and I’m sure that Rebecca didn’t either.I sat on my knees for a moment behind Carly to watch the love of my life eat her bung-hole like a starving animal. I’m sure Carly wouldn’t be sitting too comfortably for a while between my anal drilling and Rebecca’s nibbling. But, for now, she was loving every second.”Where are you, George?” Carly panted with hands flailing in a vain attempt to reach me.I moved around so she could see me, straddling Rebeccas’s legs and lying my half-hard cock gaziantep şişman escort bayan against Rebecca’s open labia. Carly lunged toward me, smashing her face against mine as our arms intertwined. The kissing was ferocious, especially after my hands found her breasts. I massaged them vigorously while trying not to touch her nips.CarlyThese two really knew how to treat a girl. After giving me the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had, they were at it again with a completely different approach. It’s one thing to bring me to orgasm more than once, as George did a couple of times already, but to shatter my reality as they did minutes ago and now, “Ohhh, fuccckkk!”GeorgeI’ve seen her do it before, but it’s always something to watch when Rebecca makes another woman cum solely by eating her ass. I may have been playing with her breasts, but by avoiding her nipples, I likely didn’t add much to the build-up. I had to hold Carly up throughout her orgasm as she slumped against me in the aftermath. She was breathing so hard with her face sideways against my shoulder that her saliva ran down my chest.CarlyAttempting to catch my breath with deep heaves, I was trying to speak.  “Howww?” I managed before giving up further tries.”She is good, isn’t she,” George offered in reply.With Rebecca’s tongue now swirling around my very sensitive pucker, George finally touched my nipples. These two were insatiable. They were going to completely wear me out in no time. I still had minor contractions from that mega-cum, and they were already starting again. Actually, Rebecca never stopped, but as my mind wandered through these thoughts, I felt George push me upright and felt his mouth attach to my left nipple. It was magical. They were both using their tongues on me at the same time in the same ways. It was like they had some sort of extra-sensory connection.

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“Jimmy, it’s almost ten, you need to get up!” Suzan called to her son for the second time.

As with most Saturdays, Suzan awakens around 7AM. She usually starts a pot of coffee and proceeds to tidy herself, and her and Rick’s bedroom. Knowing that the kid’s sleep in, she enjoys sitting on the dawn kissed porch and quietly reads her book. If Jimmy and Samantha hadn’t already risen, at around 9:30 she would start to make some breakfast for them.

“Sam, are you up yet?” This time directing her call towards Samantha’s room.

As a soft grumble from Sam’s room confirmed that she had gotten the message, it was still crickets from Jimmy’s room. After a few minutes had passed, Suzan heard Samantha emerging from her room.

“Sweetie, can you wake your brother up?” She said as Samantha would have been right next to Jimmy’s room.

While Suzan finished preparing breakfast, Samantha entered the dining room and sat down. Turning towards Samantha, she noticed something different about her. She appeared as if she had already been wide awake for hours, but not her usual chatty self.

“Good morning, sweetie! Did you get a good night’s rest?” Suzan asked, knowing something was amiss.

“Um, good morning mom. Yeah, I slept fine.” Samantha replied as if by habit, more than genuinely answering her mother’s question.

Mildly confused and slightly worried, Suzan changed directions and asked “Did you wake your brother up?”

Knowing well and good that she didn’t even try, she told her mother, “No, I couldn’t get him up.”

“I swear, that boy is going to sleep his life away.” Suzan said as she tossed her cooking gloves onto the counter before making her way to the hallway that led towards Jimmy’s room.

Walking up to his door, Suzan gave a few normal knocks on the door while asking if he was awake. After a few seconds with no reply, she opened the door and proceeded to walk in, to nudge him into consciousness.

With a gasp, Suzan put her hand to her mouth as she now peered down upon her son, who was sprawled out on his bed, with the cover’s kicked off, sporting a massive eight inch morning log. It had been many years since the last time that she had seen his full anatomy. With that being noted, she has never seen him since puberty.

Knowing that she shouldn’t be looking at her son like this, she found it paralyzing and couldn’t not stare. It wasn’t the fact that this was the first time seeing this penis in its adult state, but more the fact that It was almost an exact duplicate of his fathers, which she very much loved.

The trance that Suzan was under was only broken the instant one of Jimmy’s legs repositioned itself, causing his massive erection to shift from one side of his belly to the other. Reacting to this, she quickly hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Leaning against his door, Suzan fought through the image that has burned itself into her mind. With her arms hanging against her side, she wrapped on the door loud enough that she would have woken the dead if they were in that room.

There was an almost immediate response from the other side of the door, “I’m awake, I’m awake!”

The only words that she could muster at the time was “Hurry up, breakfast is getting cold!”

Still dumbfounded by what she had seen, she walked back into the kitchen where she was instantly bombarded with Samantha rattling off all the things that she was going to do that day. Being that this was Samantha’s normal bubbliness and the image of her son still front and center, she had forgotten about Samantha’s previous demeanor. If Suzan hadn’t forgotten, she would have realized that she was being as inattentive as Samantha had been five minutes prior.

Somehow pulling herself together, she turned to join Samantha back at the table. At this point, Suzan made a conscious effort to at least bob her head while being yapped at. Both of their reasons for being withdrawn were slightly different, but the end result was that they were both a little sticky below the waist.

After about ten minutes, Jimmy made his grand entrance by coming into view, while scratching the back of his head, before unconsciously dropping his hand down to adjust his crotch. Samantha had stopped her mouth the moment that he appeared, only to gasp at the same time as Sally cleared her throat, both recently seeing what it was that he was massaging into place.

Without even acknowledging their presents, he walked right past them as he went straight for a coffee mug and pot. seks hikayeleri Both of the women just turned and stared at each other with blank looks on their faces. As the silence was broken by Jimmy returning the pot back to the burner, Suzan spontaneously burst out laughing. Samantha was quick to follow as they both now realized that they are in on the same joke.

With a serious but light hearted voice, Suzan looked across the table and said “You and I are going to need to have a talk later!”

As with most typical nineteen year old boys, Jimmy took his coffee and plate of breakfast and B-lined it to the living room where he promptly kicked his feet up before turning the tv on.

Later that afternoon, with both of the kids out doing what they do on a Saturday afternoon, this left Suzan alone. She had done the needed chores and had sat down to read her book.

It had been about a half hour when the phone rang, It was Rick. If not multiple times, at least once a day, Rick would call when out on the road. They had talked about random things, but then Suzan brought up the Jimmy situation.

“Rick, you are going to need to have a talk with him. I know that it is natural for you guys, he just needs to be more aware that he is not the only one in this house.” Suzan said.

“Ok, I’ll talk to him.” With a chuckle, Rick continued with “besides, he is your son, you’ve seen his tallywacker more than any person alive.”

“Rick, I think your daughter walked in on him also.” She quickly replied without the playful tone in her voice.

He quickly got the message and reiterated that he would talk to Jimmy. They talked for another half hour about whatever. Suzan didn’t give any details about what she had seen, as she felt it inappropriate to describe her son’s features, and not necessary to convey the message of what transpired.

This, of course, didn’t mean that the image in her mind wasn’t front and center. So much so that she spent the next 30 minutes reading her book, while simultaneously squirming in her chair. It wasn’t that she wanted to or even desired to think about her son any way other than for pure reasons, but there it was in her mind.

Rick and Suzan have been happily married for a couple decades and neither have had any reason to be unfaithful towards one another. The problem now is that Rick is away on work quite frequently, and after seeing a dick that was a duplicate of the one that she loves, only younger and assumably more vivacious.

A sadness and disappointment washed over Suzan’s face as she snuck a hand into the waistband of her sweatpants and discovered that her quim was soaking wet. “No, this is wrong. I should not be getting aroused by my son. What kind of horrible mother would I be? She mused to herself.

While pulling her hand from her panties, a finger lightly brushed across her engorged clitoris. Not aware of how turned on she had actually become, the soft touch on her sensitive clit made her jump while gasping with surprise.

Still in disbelief of her current arousal, Suzan put her book on the end table and pulled her sweats and panties down to her knees. Using both hands, she reached down and spread her labia apart, exposing a swollen pearl swimming in a pool of her clear slickness.

Looking over her nicely trimmed bush, at her glistening pinkness, she had thought to herself, “as horny as I am, any other time I would have already been close to finishing.” Conflicted over the fact that it was her son’s dick that had her in that state, she hesitated to make any moves that would progress the sticky situation she found herself in.

Telling herself, “It’s only biological nature, can’t do anything about that. It is how I respond that determines morality.” And with that, she gently closed her slick lips and slowly pulled her pants back up.

For the next five minutes, Suzan sat motionless, staring into the wooded area of our backyard. You could vaguely make out a tear running down her cheek, through the reflection in the bay window.

Once her heart slowed it’s beating, she snapped back too and said to herself “wow, I need a drink.”

As Suzan stood up, she crossed her leg to step around the chair. That’s about how far she made it before a bolt of lightning shot through her, instantly pulling her to the floor. Even though she thought that she was safe by then, her hypersensitive clit was just lying in wait, ready for any kind of stimulation.

Conceding that this wasn’t sex hikayeleri going to go away anytime soon, she figured that she would just deal with it and not think about the why. Being fully aware now of the sensitivity of her clit, she picked herself up and clumsily made her way to her room, where she threw herself onto the bed.

Laying there for a minute before starting to shed the few articles of clothing that she was wearing, she reached over to her night stand and pulled open her bottom drawer. Reaching into a box, she pulled out her favorite toy, an exact replica dildo that her and Rick had cast one night last year.

Having Rick hold his ready to explode, rock hard cock in a tube for a minute, to cast the mold was a tough sale. It was only after considering the other option would be some random dick dildo, did he do the mold.

Being that it was a mold of Rick’s cock, it was her goto when he was away. Suzan did have a couple other toys, but they only got used sometimes to enhance her experience with Rick, and none were penis dildos.

With her panties being the last to remove, Suzan casually put the head of the fake dick in her mouth to hold as she pulled her knees to her chest and hooked her thumb into the waistband. The silky crotch of her panties was clinging to her mound due to the wetness, as she pulled them towards her bent knees.

Completely naked now, she was free to commence her fun time. Reaching up to grab the fake dick from between her lips, she thought nothing of having this familiar shape in her mouth. That was until she focused on the shaft in front of her eye’s. It was Rick’s cock, but the imaginary body it was attached to was the last one her eye’s gazed upon, her son.

The closer Suzan got to pleasuring herself, the more standoffish she became, as her son was all she could see. Too hot to stop, she remembered her private porn collection. She doesn’t watch porn often, but one valentines day, a few years back, her and Rick made each other what they dubbed “The away tapes.” They both privately recorded themselves masturbating, so they could watch it while physically separated. Both Rick and Suzan have put some mileage on their respective videos. They have even added to their sets, every valentines day since. Last year, Rick’s video gift was a montage of him doing all the things she loved having done to her.

Thinking that this would be a good time to watch some videos, she was hoping that seeing Rick and hearing his voice would distract her from her immoral thoughts. With the toy still held in her mouth, Suzan reached over the side of the bed to grab her laptop from the bag next to the nightstand.

Propping herself up with some pillow’s. She flipped open her laptop and brought up the video’s. Even though she enjoyed them equally, she knew that the video’s of her and Rick had him mostly in a position to not be talking, so she opted for a “Rick jerkoff” clip.

Clicking on the file, it opened and Suzan immediately advanced through all the verbal fun Rick had performed. She was way beyond the foreplay and wanting to get to the meat and potatoes. She continued, only resuming the video to normal speed when the image showed Rick, well into stroking the human version of what she currently had between her lips.

Once the video was going, Suzan pulled the silicon toy from her mouth. By now, in the video, Rick’s cock was flowing copious amounts of pre-cum, which was quickly massaged into his shaft. Suzan looked at the toy and the way her saliva shimmered on the shaft, just like the image on the screen.

Notwithstanding, Suzan couldn’t wait any longer. Pointing the toy towards her bush, she forced her folds open with the head. Not having given any attention, the instant that the faux Rick grazed against her swollen clit, she bucked with an unanticipated jolt of electricity. This started a chain reaction that couldn’t be stopped, even if she wanted it to.

With her hips jumping for the sky, the now slick with saliva and her pussy lubed cock, jumped over the hard pebble and shoved its way through the hot canyon. As if it were a Hollywood space movie, the canyon soon led to a cavern in which to aim for.

Aiming wasn’t a problem, it all happened within the time it took for her hip’s to top out. Ready or not, upon reaching the entrance to her womanhood, it continued on its trajectory, pushing down into the soft sheath.

It had been a couple of minutes since Rick had said anything in the video. Now with Suzan’s ass cheeks hovering above the bed, she was frozen with her eyes rolling back. As if perfect timing, Rick praised how good she felt wrapped around his shaft.

Unable to control herself, she heard Rick’s message. But ever since Jimmy’s voice dropped, after puberty, he sounds very much like his father. Being at the height of delirium, Jimmy’s voice was all she could hear.

With her morals splashing her belly and tit’s, Suzan was spraying her jizz at the Jimmy looking cock, making everything around her soaking wet. Not normally being a squirter, the intensity and quickness of this orgasm caught her unprepared and completely surprised.

As if a light switch turned off, her paralyzed body instantly relaxed with her ass hitting the wet bed, and her dildo wielding hand following her hips down. At that moment, she was so temporarily exhausted and lubed, that she didn’t notice the rest of the eight inch cock effortlessly slide into her relaxed orifice.

Laying there for a moment to catch her breath, her daze was broken when she heard Rick announce “Oh babe, I’m going to cum for you!”

Now thinking that she was done, she ignored the video but reached between her legs to pull the dildo out of her spent pussy. She intently felt the vibration of her hand taking hold of the toy, before starting it out.

The moment the shaft started to move, her muscles quivered as she suddenly realized how deep inside her it was. It was going to be a long eight inch torture as her super sensitive pussy was telling her that she wasn’t actually done yet. It was as if every nerve in her pussy was responding to the veiny ridges on the shaft.

Reminding herself that she just had an orgasm so intense that it made her squirt, she was delusionally thinking that it was the reason for her abnormally sensitive post orgasmic gash. Onward she pulled, inch after pussy quivering inch. Her body contorted and trembled as she was able to make it to where it was only the head remaining within the confines of her slick chasm.

Just as the crown was about to vacate its warm home, Rick’s voice, once again broke the silence in the air, “Oh gawd, babe, I am going to cum so hard for you!”

This time though, instead of ignoring it, she listened to it, and again, heard Jimmy speaking the words. She animalistically smashed the toy back into the depth, with the head bottoming out at the same moment that the faux balls slammed into her still hard clit.

Unlike the first time the toy unexpectedly stabbed into her, she knew exactly how much she was going to take, being that she intentionally impaled herself. With control of her faculties, she immediately pulled on it and began to hammer the object into her sloshing cunt.

With her eyes still closed, she was hearing the grunting coming from the laptop, as Rick was in the opening moments of his orgasm. The euphoria that had gripped her mind, she not only stopped caring that it was Jimmy that she was fantasizing about, she embraced it.

Pistoning faster now, she listened for that one grunt. The grunt that tells you when the sauce was flying. She was feverishly pounding her sloppy pussy when she heard it filter into her ear. On screen, Rick was slinging the first of many long ropes of his semen.

“Oh gawd yes Jimmy, give me all your hot spunk.” Suzan shouted out with the understanding that she was home alone.

Opening her eyes to watch him ejaculate, she only then realized that Rick had zoomed in on his exploding cock. No face, no body, just a screen filled with cock. Depending on how you look at it, this could either be a good thing for Suzan, or bad. Without anything else to see, the cock that she was watching explode, was the same cock that she saw that morning.

The thought of Jimmy unloading his hot seed for her was the spark that ignited her second orgasm. This time, it was a more normal orgasm. Strong and well built up, with a heavily sustained peak.

Although her arms and hands froze up, her hips were violently shuddering under the intensity of her orgasm. It was only due to her unchoreographed ass dance that the fake dick continued to stimulate her climaxing orifice. Only when her bouncing caused the toy to shoot off to the side, was she able to come to rest on her puddled sheet.

Her daze was once again interrupted. As if watching her, Rick’s voice stated “fuck me, that was hot!” Although it wasn’t what Rick had said that triggered her, the weird feeling of being watched or caught is what had Suzan jumping from her bed, frantically checking to make sure that she was indeed still alone.

Once assured that she still had the house to herself, she threw the sheets in the wash, and then retreated herself to a bath, where she quietly drifted into a nap.

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The super loose out fit she had on did nothing to show any of her sexy curves or ass off. So I instantly thought to myself great I waited all this time for her to still be hurt. But I also felt sorry for her because of this so I walked up and offered to take her book bag. She asked me if I could please put it in my room until she was taking it over for home work. I realized as I took it from her that it was way lighter than it should be but filled to look heavy. She winked at me as I took the bag.

I took care of what things the others needed. And they were fighting about staying up this weekend. However Jessica didn’t put her foot down like she normally would. Instead she said she was going to my room to do her homework. And for them to put a movie in the vcr as long as the lights were off and no fighting.

I must have had a dumb struck look on my face or she had to be reading my mind. As she started down the hallway because she said If she needed anything she would holler for me. As she flipped on the light at the entry to the hall and said it had to stay on. So I finally found a movie they all wanted and got pillows and blankets for them all from their rooms. Jess hollered one time for a soda which I went and got her and went in. Jess was standing out of view of anyone looking towards the door. When I first caught a glimpse of what she had changed into.

In one swift movement she pushed the door closed and then flung her entire body weight into me. This caused me to fall back on to my bed as she stood there triumphantly. I looked up and down her nearly naked form as she stood there in a seafoam green see thru teddy . Her shoulder length Sandy blond hair that was not messed up like it was now framed her slender face. Her blue green eyes filled with desire. Then my eyes moved farther down her athletic body.

Her tits were being supported by what looked like a bra she cut in half. This allowed for her puffy nipples to be fully exposed with her super dark areolas capping them. Then my eyes moved down her simi exposed midriff to her matching panties but they weren’t see thru. I steadied myself and started to push up off the bed but I wasn’t quick enough before her lips were on mine. We started kissing and I instantly started to run my hands all along her body.

She was about to put all her weight on me and try to pin me but I shifted her to the side and put her on the bottom. We kissed some more then a all to familiar sound of creaking wood stopped us and she quickly covered up on my bed. And I put my foot in front of my door to stop it from flinging open. Then the sound of a toilet lid dropping hard gave the simi safe signal. However I knew the risks we were taking and this wasn’t şanlıurfa escort normal behavior. Jess just crossed her arms and slammed them down on her chest looking upset.

“I should have said they weren’t asleep yet. I’ll be back the moment they are.” I said as I opened the door.

“I’m not worried about that they will be out soon enough.” Jess said

“Ok but I’m not tryingto get us caught.” I said as I walked out.

I sat in a recliner for a while with my mind only on Jess getting a hard on. Watching and waiting for the others to pass out. When I suddenly heard cursing coming from my room and the door opened. Then I was called and told to bring a towel and the door closed. Not knowing what went on I headed to my room and grabbed a towel as I passed the bathroom. After I walked in my room I seen what happened. She spilled something on my bed. She was standing back from the door wrapped up in the top sheet of mine. Her books and stuff were on the floor next to the wall. I started to try and soak the spill up when I got the hint this wasn’t an accident. There was already a towel under the sheet where she spilled the drink.

So I started to ask what the hell . She closed the door again suddenly. As she moved towards me direceting her lips to mine for a kiss, that’s when I took the opportunity I had been waiting on all night. We made out for a few brief moments. Her body pressed against mine as her arms wrapped around me. As we lost ourselves in the passion . I could feel what was about to happen as her hands started to move around me. I braced myself to resist her attempt at making us fall.

I reversed it and used her force to catch her off balance and let her fall to the bed pulling the blanket loose. My eyes drank in the sight of her nearly naked form in a nearly see thru nighty and a bra that looked way too small exposing her nipples. This also allowed her tits to bounce about a bit. She wrapped her legs around mine and pulled me towards her causing me to go off balance.

I caught myself from crashing down onto the bed and her in the process. But this allowed her to lock her arms around me so she could keep me embraced. Her forehead was a bit below my chin but I pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. Before our lips touched each other’s and took on a life of their own. Then so did the rest of our actions and movements. From her trying to pull my shirts off to me kissing and suckling her neck as I worked towards her lovely 36 B tits.

When she broke the kiss her hands instantly started to undo my jeans. I helped her wiggle them down but her clamped legs made it hard. She also made me keep my boxers on but escort şanlıurfa she was trying frantically to dry hump me. Soon she released her legs and pushed me away from sucking her nipples. She used my jeans as a place to plant a foot and push up the bed and my jeans down at the same time her eyes never left mine.

Then she sat up a bit and undone her bra and tossed it at me before she gripped them and started to play with them a little bit.

“Bet you are wishing that I would do this to something else don’t you?” Jessica asked before slowly licking the top of her cleavage.

“You would never break your own rules?” I responded

“Oh and whose rules do we break making out with each other and you finger fucking me as I jerk you off?” Jessica asked, sitting up more.

“I know we break every rule imaginable. But you said if we break one of the 3 rules that mattered it was over.” I replied, l looking at her attempting to judge her next move.

“Fine, then give me my clothes back and go.” She said leaning towards me and raising up about 4 inches off the bed.

That’s when she dropped back down on the bed suddenly but she didn’t have her bra in her hand. But she had the waistband of my boxers and my cock this pulled me off balance and down. Jessica turned this confusion to her advantage and pinned me to the bed by straddling my chest putting her ass nearly in my face at first. I didn’t fight back too hard since she still had my cock gripped tight in her hand.

“It’s been nearly 26 days since I have held this.” she groaned, sliding her hand under my boxers. Slowly starting to stroke me asking. “Did you mess with the little red head again?’

I attempted to find a comfortable angle to return the same pleasure that I was starting to receive. All I accomplished though was annoying her since she was attempting to keep my arms pinned with her legs.

“No I didn’t even think about her the entire time.” I responded

That’s when I suddenly felt a sharp jolt of pain from my groin as her nails dug into the skin of my testicles as they got twisted as she sat up straight putting all her weight on my chest. She then started to spin around grinding on my sternum as she readjusted to face me. The sudden pain made me cry out before she pressed her lips to mine and kissed me.

I felt her start to slide her body down mine and she slightly lifted as her ass bumped into my cock letting it slide along her pantie clad crotch. Sliding past it a bit then up along it making it lay flat between us. It took her no time at all to get it adjusted to where she wanted it to be. Her kiss became more intense as her hands grabbed şanlıurfa escort bayan the sides of my head while she found a rhythm that worked for her. The heat between us was growing as well as the moisture from the mixture of the stream of pre cum I was leaking and the juices she was releasing. I allowed my hands to explore her sides and back even gripping her ass and pulling her waist into me harder as we dry humped each other. However, she pulled them off her and sat straight up and pinned my hands to the bed.

“That’s not allowed.” She growled as she ground harder against me.

“You keep changing the rules on me maybe I should change a few.” I half heartedly teased as I pushed up to meet her movements that were starting to quicken.

“Let me guess what the first thing you would change. The rule of no penetration allowed?” Jessica stated between soft moans and squeaks that showed me the true sing that she was enjoying herself

“No, we both know that rule can’t be broken. But this what we are doing now. Should be allowed every time from now on.” I replied when I first realized that my cock was starting to work its way free. My movements changed to try and prevent it from doing so.

“Oh really, why is that? You don’t like my hand jobs?” Jessica asked as. She grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled it forward. Taking the hint, lifting up to a near sitting position.

“I love your hand jobs especially when you take your time and rub so much lotion into my skin.” I replied before she shoved a tit in my face. I latched my lips around a nipple and sucked it beyond its hardened start lashing at it with my tongue like she taught me.

“Oh really then why would this have to happen every time.” She asked, changing her movements rapidly, catching me by surprise and my cock got free from my boxers.

I started to mumble trying to warn her but she wrapped her arms around my head muffling the sound.

“Don’t you dare I am almost there, now stop talking and suck that tit, oh ohhhh ohhhh yeah.” she nearly screamed I felt the all to familiar ripple effect as her body seemed to spasm. The sudden wave of warmth from her pussy caused me to shove upwards as my own body went stiff and I started to cum. Several spurts shot out between us covering her panties and my stomach area.

Once I felt the pressure slowly release and the ringing in my ears to slowly stop I knew that she was done. So I let the suction of her nipple become non existent because they are always super sensitive after she gets off.

Me I slowly lay backwards waiting for the blood that was squeezed out to slowly return to my brain. She follows me down and slides off to the side and we attempt to catch our breaths.

‘We definitely have to do that more often,” I say partially giggling to show I was not too serious about it.

“It was refreshing and definitely different than just a hand job that’s for sure.” Jessica said finally starting to get up.

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Sarah and Noah Ch. 02

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Noah felt himself wake up in the soft, silky sheets, a little confused. Suddenly, the images came rushing back to him. Sarah. Sweet, perfect Sarah. “Please be real please be real” he said to himself, as he opened his eyes. He found himself staring up at the finished wooden beams that gracefully decorated the ceiling. Sarah’s bedroom ceiling. “Thank you God.” he said as he exhaled. It had all been real. The best night of his life. He had confessed his love to his baby sister Sarah, and she confessed right back. They made love like he had never experienced before. And here he lay, still smelling like her – a mix of sweat and strawberries and pussy juice. Where was she? Was she OK? Did she regret it all? He jumped out of bed, his morning wood flopping in the air uncomfortably. He quickly put on his boxers and ran out of the bedroom door and down the hall.

And there she was. Sarah. Her hair messy but gorgeous. She sat wearing his t-shirt from last night with her panties on. “Hey there sleepyhead” she said, with a smile.

“Hey…are you OK?” Noah asked, still frozen, just looking at her sweet face and sexy body as she wore his shirt. It was all he wanted to know. Was she OK with what had happened?

“Yeah, I’m awesome. I got fucked by my big brother last night so I’d say I’m on top of the world. Did you do anything fun or were you being boring and lame?” she said back, and started laughing. He exhaled as he smiled. He was so, so grateful that she was fine with this. Fine with what they had done. He couldn’t help but break into laughter too as he moved towards her and onto the couch next to her.

She looked at him – passing her eyes slowly over his tight, muscular arms and his abs, knowing what he felt. As the older brother he felt responsible. He was afraid he had violated her, taken advantage of her. He was afraid she wished it hadn’t happened. She was going to re-assure him. “Noah?” she asked. “Yeah?” he said back. “I’m OK with what we did, you know that right? I’m more than OK. It was the best night of my life. I also am OK with everything I pledged last night.”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you had regrets. That I didn’t hurt you.” Noah said back. He was a lion in every part of his life, but with her, he was kind, sweet, humble. She loved that about him.

“Noah – I don’t regret a single thing that happened last night. Do you know why I’m still wearing these panties? Because they’re soaking wet with your baby batter after it poured of out my pussy and I’m still dripping a little and I want to revel in it. I feel so sticky, and warm and dirty and amazing. I wanted to just feel it for a bit before I cleaned up.”

“How did you learn to be so naughty while being a virgin this whole time?” he said, and leaned in to kiss her, finding her lips and meeting her tongue with his inside her mouth. She sucked his tongue for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of him in her mouth. That tongue had been so talented last night. She pulled away – “I’ve been imagining what we did last night for years.” she said. I might have never had sex before, but I’ve thought about you time and time again. Watched enough porn to know my way around.” she told him.

“How long ago have you felt this way about me?” he asked. They cuddled into each other on the couch as he put his hand into the shirt she was wearing so he could gently rub her back.

“I think when I was around 18, I started to realize that I looked at you differently. You weren’t just my cool big brother anymore, I had started to see you with a certain kind of respect, maybe? You became more and more the kind of man I wanted to be with. I didn’t think I was the shit or anything, I just didn’t want anyone less than you. I had gotten used to you. To the way your treated people, the way you acted under pressure, the way you made sure the people you love were taken care of. The way you took care of your body. Your kindness, your intelligence, even though I can still beat you at Scrabble. I think all around I realized you had everything I wanted in a man. And a little while later I realized that I was physically attracted to you, but suppressed it as best as I could.” She moaned a little as he rubbed her shoulder blades, just enjoying his embrace and his touch. He enjoyed the feeling of her skin under his fingers, feeling the contours of her back. He had given her little shoulder rubs before, but this – this was intimate. This was as a lover.

“Wow! 18? We’ve felt the same about each other since then?” Noah said. “I can’t believe we’ve both been hiding this for so long. I used to look at you awe-struck during that age. I’d check you out and wish I could be with you and then resign myself to the reality that I couldn’t. And…sneak into your panties.”

Sarah started laughing making Noah crack up, “Oh yeah! You pervert!” she said. “So what exactly did you do them with them?” Sarah asked.

“Ummm…I don’t think you want to know. The details are kinda weird.” Noah said, sheepishly.

“Oh whatever. You just took your baby sister’s şehitkamil escort virginity last night, you can tell me what you used to do with my panties. C’mon!” she laughed as she tickled him.

He cleared his throat smiling. “OK OK. So, I would sneak into panties that you had just worn, like you usually took them off in the morning before your showers, right?” he asked.

“You know, it should be so creepy that you know my panty changing time in the morning, but I don’t mind it. Go on. Yes, I take my panties off in the morning before my shower.” she responded.

Noah continued: “Well, you’d leave the house, and Mom and Dad would be gone too, right after. I usually had late morning classes because I never could stand being up so early. So I’d sneak into your panties that you had just taken off and they’d still be wet with your pussy juice. Sometimes they’d be heavy and thick with globs of it, sometimes they’d just be soaking wet and gooey with it, and sometimes they’d be dry but there would clearly be a ton of pussy juice on them, so I’d add water to make them wet again.”

“Oh my God!” Sarah exclaimed. “This is fucking intense. This sounds like it’s a whole science! Unbelievable!”

Noah sighed: “Duuuuude this is so embarrassing. I can’t tell you the rest.”

Sarah touched him, grabbing his free hand and putting it on her stomach under her shirt. “Cmooon, tell me the rest! There is nothing you’ve told me that has done anything except make me want you more. Your lust for me turns me on. I’m flattered you wanted me, and I’m happy you were able to get off with my panties. I was into you that whole time. It turns me on that we actually had a thing for each other that we kept secret.” she said, so genuinely excited and eager to hear how her big brother lusted for her so badly that he snuck into her dirty laundry.

Noah moved, just a little nervously. “OK. Promise you’re not going to judge me for this.”

Sarah laughed again: “Dude what’s wrong with you? You just fucked my brains out last night and you think I’ll judge you? Tell me the rest. There’s nothing you can tell me about using my panties, spying on me, anything where you tried to get close to me or satisfy yourself that will turn me off as long as it was just you and no one else. If you were selling my panties to someone else, I’d probably kill you. But if it was just you – I’m loving every part of this…story…art…science project. Whatever you were doing!”

“Well…” Noah continued. “I kinda did the obvious. I’d go into my room with your panties, and I’d rub as much of your sticky, gooey pussy juice onto my dick as possible. And if I add water, I can kinda scrape a lot of pussy juice that you dripped into the gusset, so I’d do that and it would be like a little ointment I’d rub onto the head of my cock and all over the shaft too. I’d literally cake my dick in your pussy cream and just kind of revel in the fact that your pussy juice was all over my dick, just like if we had fucked. Then I’d lick your panties as clean as I could and then put them back. If I was really turned on, I’d get on my computer and load up pictures of you and just masturbate into a sock with your juices covering my dick. Other times, I’d let your juice dry on my dick, and just spend the day with your dried pussy juice on my cock – accompanied with a perpetual boner. The best was when I’d see you or hang out with you, knowing that at that very moment, my entire dick was basically coated in your pussy cream. It was weird, I’d feel guilty, turned on, totally in love, totally full of lust – all at the same time.

“Wow.” Sarah exclaimed as Noah finished his explanation. “That’s is the weirdest, most dedicated, most specific panty story I’ve ever heard. You did this all through college?”

“Yup. Almost every other day. I knew your every pair. God damn I feel like such a creep. I didn’t know what to do with these feelings Sarah. So I did it. I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to violate your privacy, I just felt like I’d explode. I was horny, it was the closest I could get to you.” he said.

He was still apologizing? He didn’t get it. “Listen to me.” Sarah told him. She took his hand and placed it into her panties and placed his fingers on her labia, and let the elastic band of her panties snap onto his hand. She was soaking wet and he knew some of that was the remnants of the massive load he had filled her pussy with the night before. “You feel those pussy lips dude?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I feel them.” he said back, his erection growing. She looked into his eyes piercingly.

“They belong to you. They always have. This pussy was created for no other purpose, it has no other reason to exist, it has no reason to be – except to be the place where you, my big brother – can satisfy all your desires, unload all your cum, and thrust your cock in and out for as long as I can take you. This pussy, my pussy – it was made for you to fuck. You and no other man. Every inch of me inside şehitkamil escort bayan is meant for every inch of you to invade and take. My juices drip for no other reason than to soak your cock Noah. My pussy gets aroused for no other reason than to accept you into it. This pussy, your little sister’s pussy, is part of my body – but it belongs to you Noah. I’ve given it to you. And honestly, it was made for you. Even when we were 18 and 19, this pussy belonged to you. Fate had already arranged it. So if you were stealing my panties, you were stealing what was already yours. We just didn’t know it yet.”

“Sarah, you’re going to make me cum just talking like that.” Noah said, his cock as hard as a rock.

Sarah continued. She wanted this protectiveness gone. She wanted him with all his desire unrestricted by his decency. She didn’t want to hear him apologize again. “Yeah, well, you need to hear this and get over the slightest bit of hesitance or embarrassment you have left with me. This body is yours. I want you to know that. I’m here to please you, to love you, to hopefully, have your children. We were made for each other. My womb will never have any child inside it unless it is yours. Every drop of pussy cream that drips from me, drips for you. When you were sneaking my cunt juice onto your cock, that cunt juice was your property to begin with. I’m glad you rubbed it into your cock where it belonged.”

“You know it’s amazing because even though we hadn’t talked, I felt like it. I felt like I had the right to get into your panties and take them, use them. Have your juices on me. Like they belonged on me. It’s probably why I felt so comfortable just doing it all the time.” he told her.

“That’s so hot.” she said back to him. “So hot that you wanted my body so bad you sought out whatever you could to get close to it without harming me or ruining our relationship. I’m glad you did it that way. I’m glad you were so good at hiding it too. I was totally into you that entire time but I don’t know how I would have reacted if I knew. I might have freaked out or totally embraced it.”

“Yeah. It helped a lot I guess. Kept me from combusting.” he told her.

“If I understand this correctly…” she began, since you were 19 until we stopped living at home together a few years ago, you’ve been sneaking into my underwear and have had my re-moisturized pussy juice on your cock, almost every day? she asked him, with a naughty, curious smile.

“In college, I think about every day.” he confessed.

“So, every time you and I hung out, had dinner, were at home with Mom and Dad. Every time we were in a car together, most days, your cock had your little sister’s cunt juice all over it, is that right?” she teased. She just loved indulging every little secret she was learning.

Noah smiled, feeling fully secure now in his confession. “Yeah, pretty much. Just about every day. After college it became harder because our schedules weren’t as predictable. But every time I knew the house would be empty for a while, I’d try to take advantage of it.”

“Hey wait!” she exclaimed. When you were dating Emma and Ashley, you had sex all the time. What about then? Were you having sex with them with a penis that had my dried pussy juices on it?” she asked. “Because that would be messed up.”

“Duuuuuuude That’s so crazy to think about! Why do you want to dig into this? ” Noah exclaimed, as he squeezed her lower back, continuing his deep massage.

Sarah shot back giggling: “What! I just gave you my virginity and promised you my body buddy you owe me answers! C’mon it’s totally a legit question. I am so curious!”

There was no point holding back. “Yes.” he said as he sighed. “Sometimes, many times, I’d be with Emma and Ashley when I had spent the morning putting your pussy juice onto my cock and letting it dry. I think I felt like your juices were such a familiar and intrinsic part of me that I didn’t even feel like it was foreign.” he said as he continued to work his strong, masculine hands up and down her back, rubbing the area right about her butt just strong enough to hear her moan. He felt himself harden more and more as he confessed his deepest secrets to his baby sister.

“If you think about it” Sarah said, “the first thing that would happen when you used to make love to the only two women you’ve ever been with besides me, is that their moisture would bring life to my dried up pussy cream on your dick. Almost like I was with you the entire time. You’ve fucked your girlfriends and had them suck your cock while my fluids were on your penis. That is both pretty messed up and so fucking hot. God and they were such nice girls too. I wonder what they’d say if they knew.” she said as she reflected out loud.

“Well, Ashley thought you were sexy.” Noah told her. “She said if she was into girls you’d be the first person she’d try to ask out. She might have been turned on if she knew.”

“No way! Ashley? That’s so escort şehitkamil funny” Sarah exclaimed. “I liked her a lot. I would have been totally fine with her joining our family if taking the man I love wasn’t the only way for her to get there.”

Noah cock continued to harden.

“I’m so glad you’re not weirded out.” Noah told her.

“No I’m not weirded out. I’m glad something from me was able to help you during your horniest years of life.” She cuddled closer to him, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach. “Noah – I’m absolutely convinced that we were made for each other. This body was always meant to be yours and no other man’s. I want you to really believe that. Every time you’re aroused Noah. Every time you need release, I want you to know your baby sister’s body is here for you to use. I am here for you always. Of course I want sex too and I want us to make love, but even when I don’t particularly need it, I want you to know my body is here for you. I never want you to think you have to masturbate to release your tension. Use me. If I’m sleeping, just take me. If you’re feeling like you want to rub one out, call for me and make love to me. The same way you use your hand to jack off because your hand belongs to you so you can basically fuck it whenever you want, my body belongs to you – so you can fuck it whenever you want. I’m your personal little slut for life. Understood?”

“Understood. I’m going to hold you to this you know.” Noah said back. His voice was strong and deep. He had moved his hand to touch her left breast, caressing her nipples. She could feel something had changed the moment she had finished her little speech to him. Sarah was so happy he had finally gotten it. She didn’t want to be on his pedestal above him. She wanted to always be in his bed under him.

“So..” Sarah said in a questioning tone.

“So what? he responded.

“So when’s the last time you snuck into my panties?” Sarah asked him. She was going to look into every corner of his soul, this woman. And unearth his every secret.

“The last time I was here, three months ago after work, I jacked two pairs from your hamper when you stepped out to get carrots for the soup you were making us. I stuffed them in my work bag and took them home.”

Sarah’s eyes and mouth widened as she feigned mild anger: “Dude…did you take the red ones and the…” Noah cut her off: “Yeah, I took the red lacy ones and the black Victoria’s Secret ones. They each had the most dried…nectar on them. And damn they were good!” Sarah punched him in the shoulder: “Noah those were so expensive! I’ve been looking for those! Where are they?”

“One’s under my pillow, I sometimes sniff it for your scent. The other I used for a while but when I came in it a few times it was basically didn’t smell like you anymore and needed to be washed, so I just washed it and put it away. I just had no good way to get it back to you.” he confessed.

“Well,” Sarah began, “You stole and held two of my panties for three months. That’s six months of missing panties. I should make you eat my pussy out for six months straight to punish you.”

He leaned in and kissed his baby sister’s neck as she moaned. “How about six decades straight? I’ll lick that pussy till the day I die. What other punishments do you have, I think I’ll take them all.”

She grabbed his hand from her breast and put it back into her panties. “That will work fine with me honey. For all your panty stealing, little did you know my panties would be filled with your cum as it flowed out of my pussy one day.” She inserted his finger into her so he could feel the slick wetness from their copulation, and pulled it out, placing it into her mouth.

“Well,” Sarah said as she savored the taste, “I don’t know if it was bad that it took this long. I was still a girl at 18, and you were still a boy at 19. Did we have the maturity to deal with this then if we had confessed to each other?”

“No, probably not. he told her. We probably would have combusted somehow. We would have ended up in bed and then not have the ability to think clearly. I don’t know if we would have finished our degrees and been where we are. We would’ve done something dumb like run away together.”

“Yeah. I would have run away with you at that age if you had asked me to. I know that because even at 25 when I have my shit together and my life going great, I’d drop it all and run away with you now.” They leaned in again and she found her brother’s waiting mouth, and slowly took his tongue into her own mouth, sucking it. Feeling his warmth. He found her breast under his t-shirt and rubbed it gently. They just sat there, sweetly making out, years of repressed love and passion pouring into their kiss. He licked underneath her tongue again, feeling the soft flesh there as her glands produced more of her sweet warm saliva for him to drink as it flowed into his mouth. She sat onto his lap as she pulled off the t-shirt from her body, letting him see those perfect breasts again. He took the right one into his hand and drew his tongue to it, sucking it intently, directly on the nipple and rubbing his tongue in circles around it, caressing her areola. It was a slightly salty, musky, womanly scent. He knew he’d be addicted to this for a long time. She slowly began to moan. She let him feast on her for a bit, and then pushed him away.

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My Swap with Mom Ch. 03

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“Thank god this is the weekend.” Mom said “at least we have a couple of days to figure out what to do, since I am going to be going back to school and you to work.”

I hadn’t thought of that part, but I guess so, we will have to figure that out I thought.

“I need to have a shower.” mom said getting up.

“I want a warm bath.” I replied “my legs are jello.”

“And we need to go and do some errands.” Mom said “we might have just had sex with each other, in each others bodies but we still need food.” Mom let out a laugh. “That was an impossibly strange thing to say but so true right now.”

We both got up and headed upstairs.

I got into my room and took off my shirt it was damp with sweat and felt good to have it off. I went into the bathroom and started drawing a bath. God I wanted a glass of wine for when I relaxed in the tub.

I left my room and stopped by mom’s.

“I am going to get some wine to have with my bath, do you want anything?” A naked mom stepped out of the bathroom. “A beer please.” She replied.

Funny I thought, I normally had the beer and her wine, I guess tastes change with your body.

It felt nice to walk through the house naked, I loved mom’s naked shapely body and not having a cock flopping around while I walked, I was enjoying everything about being mom.

I poured a glass of wine and got a beer out of the fridge and headed back upstairs, the shower was running when I went into mom’s room and I put the beer down on the vanity. “Your beer is here mom.” I said to her.

As I was getting ready to leave I saw her hand held mirror and picked it up, I wanted to have a bit of a look at myself.

Back in my room the tub was almost filled, I added some bubble bath and swirled it around. I put the lid down on the toilet and sat down opening my legs, as easy as it was to see my cock when I had one, seeing my pussy was something different.

I took the mirror and put it down between my legs, seeing the soft folds of my pussy. Parting my lips and looking inside I could see some cum around my vagina from the sex we just had and it was open a bit letting me see into myself. I opened my lips more and looked a little higher my lips met at a lovely bit of skin, rubbing there I knew my clit was under it. Wanting a better look I pulled the skin back and up, not knowing I had pulled my hood back and exposed my clit itself.

I saw the pink little nub now exposed and I went and touched it with my finger, I let out a small gasp how sensitive it was. Touching it softly felt amazing and watching I could see my vagina pulsing and my pussy visibly getting wetter again.

Putting the mirror to the side I climbed into the bath, the warm water felt good on my body and my used pussy as well. I layed back just enjoying the feeling.

I heard the shower stop and not much longer mom appeared in my room, of course naked and semi-hard.

I turned and looked at her. “I looked good.” I said smiling.

“And I still do!” Mom said with a big smile. “I went to get dressed after my shower and of course all of my stuff is in your room, and vise versa, do you think we should just trade rooms?”

“That makes sense.” I said. “Can you just put my toys back in my room and yours back here and that will probably be all.”

I watched mom walk out, my hand moved down to my pussy, running my fingers along my lips while I watched her. I never looked at guys like this before, what was happening. Well I did have to admit I very much enjoyed the fun we had earlier.

My bath was done, I had watched mom get dressed from the tub softly rubbing myself as I watched. I dried myself off, taking what was left of my wine I went to my new room naked and still loving the feeling.

“Mom.” I called out. “I think I might need some help getting dressed, or at least finding some clothes.”

She came up the stairs dressed in jeans and a tee and looking me over with a smile.

I was looking at her closet with my wine in my hand, I took a sip. “You have a lot of clothes.”

“Yes.” Mom said with a laugh. “YOU do.”

I started looking through drawers then turned and looked at mom “I want jeans and a t-shirt” I said “those nice tight ones with the flowers on the pockets, you looked great in them.”

Mom found and pulled the jeans out for me.

“I never liked these” she said. “I found they were too tight around my crotch.” And with a little laugh. “I found you stared at me when I had them on and I felt a little uncomfortable about that, I guess that is out the window now.”

I took the pants and started to slide them on. sarışın gaziantep escort “Out the window is an understatement.” I replied. “I was bent over an hour ago with your hard cock deep in me.”

I finished pulling them up adjusting myself in them.

“You aren’t going to put on panties.” Mom said as I was doing them up.

“My first day with this body.” I replied as I looked at myself in the mirror, turning and seeing how great they made my ass look.

“You had panty lines, my ass looks much better now I think.”

I turned again and looked to see how they sculped my pussy nicely.

“You were right they are tight in the crotch.” I added running my finger along my camel toe as I said it.

Mom smiled as I slipped my tee on. “I never realized how good I looked in those.” She said coming over and grabbing my ass.

“I just got dressed.” I told mom. “I wouldn’t want us to get too excited again” reaching out and giving her crotch a rub as I finished my wine and headed down the stairs.

It was a warm summer day and the sun felt great on my face, I waved to the neighbour as I got in the passenger seat and mom climbed in behind the wheel, of course she usually drove.

“To the grocery store… Son.” I said with a laugh.

“Yes you can’t call me mom in public.” Mom said pulling out of the driveway. “We should get used to using our new names, right mom.”

“You got it Shawn.” I said with a smile.

The drive was nice and I put my hand on mom’s leg, rubbing it softly as we drove. I hadn’t felt this good in a long time.

We got to the store, as I climbed out of the car moving my legs and body made the seam of my jeans rub on my clit, very nice I thought to myself.

Entering the store I grabbed a cart and we started shopping, I had the list in my purse and started getting things we needed, mom was helping out which was good since she usually did the groceries.

Going through the produce department I got most of our normal things, then I saw the cucumbers and started browsing them. I picked a couple thinking of how they might feel in me and getting excited at the thought.

Mom comes over close and whispers. “I bet I know what you are planning to do with those.” And gives my ass a grab when no one can see.

“Watch your hands young man.” I replied. “And yes.” I whispered back. “I am getting wet thinking of fucking myself with them.”

We continued shopping and I noticed some guys checking me out, I mentioned it to mom and she confirmed that it is a pretty common thing. I smiled back and there were a couple of guys who I thought I would enjoy their company for a while.

We made it to the cash standing in line. Mom started unloading groceries onto the belt and making small talk with the cute cashier.

I noticed a younger man behind me looking at my butt. I turned and smiled at him. “Lovely day out.” I said suddenly feeling flirty.

“It is.” He replied as I watched his eyes quickly look at my breasts and then back to mine. “And it is lovely in here as well.”

I almost choked at the bad line but also blushed a bit and smiled, a guy probably 15 years younger than me was trying to pick me up and he was cute too.

I picked up the cucumbers to put them on the belt. “Well maybe if all goes well I won’t need these.”

He came closer to me. “We could use them together.”

I felt a warmth growing between my legs as my mind started to think of that possibility with him.

“I would very much enjoy that.” I said with a sly grin.

“Can I see your phone?” He asked me.

Picking it up I asked. “Why?”

As he takes it from me and taps a few times. “To give you my number of course.”

“Mom! Time to pay.” I hear mom say and I pop back to reality. I take my phone and with a smile I pay for the groceries and we head out.

As we leave the store mom says. “I am going to have to keep my eye on you.” And then laughs. “Mind you I can’t talk, I have a date next weekend with the cashier.”

“Wow really!” I said in astonishment. “I never had the guts to talk to girls like that.”

“And I would never flirt with guys either.” Mom replied. “It looks like we are both changing.”

We loaded the car and started heading home, on the way I noticed a sex toy shop.

“We have to stop.” I exclaimed as I saw it. Mom agreed quickly and we pulled into the parking lot.

We walked in and it was amazing, I had never been in a store like this, just rows of sex toys, costumes and bondage gear. The fleshlight I had was purchased gaziantep sarısın escort online.

“How about we both look around and see what we can find.” I suggested. “We can meet back in a bit and see what we found or can recommend as well.”

I walked into the large section of woman’s sex toys, they had so many dildoes, vibrators and other things it was almost overwhelming. And really the only toy I had used was the huge dildo and that was big enough for me. As I was browsing and looking a lady came up.

“Can I help you with anything.” She asked me with a pleasant voice.

She was about 30, very slim with some tattoos and long straight black hair, very attractive I thought to myself.

“Well.” I said with a bit of a smile. “I am looking for some sex toys, there are just so many of them” of course I was remembering what mom had given me, making sure I didn’t get something I already have.

“What do you have now.” She asked me.

I went along the wall and pointed out basically the same things that mom had given me and ending with the big dildo “and something like this.” I said pointing at it a bit sheepishly due to its size.

“That is a nice one.” she said with a little smile. And quite openly continued “how does it feel?”

“I actually only first fit it in me this morning” I replied, I just talked openly about what I did and it felt natural now. “I was so horny, I had to have it in me. And it felt amazing once I finally got it in me”

“That is hot” she said smiling and visibly checking me out. “So you have something for penetration that you like and a couple of vibs for your clit, we could look at more clitoral stimulation and gspot as well maybe anal too.”

“No anal.” I said to her “but the others sound good.”

We spent some time chatting and looking at some toys, selecting a wand, pump set and gspot vibrator. Lastly she handed me a small box and a piece of paper.

“This is a clit sucker, you will love it.” She said. “And the other is my phone number, you can call me any time.”

God I thought, I hadn’t been out of the house for more than a couple of hours and got two phone numbers along the way, this is a huge change from my usual.

At this point we ran into mom, who had a couple of masturbators, different tightnesses and vibrating and stroking.

I looked at Kim and asked “what do you have for couples.”

Kim looked at mom and then me. “You go girl.” She said with a big smile.

She recommended the we-vibe that vibrated against my clit and gspot and his cock while we fucked. That sounded good to me!

I paid and we headed home, I was excited to have all these toys to try out and I looked at mom and she had a hard in trapped in her pants.

“I see you are excited too about the new toys.” I commented and then glancing down at her crotch.

“I am of course hard again” she replied. “and having a hardon in tight jeans is very uncomfortable.”

“Trust me I know.” I laughed. “Either it has to go down, or you have to get it out, but we are almost home.”

To add some insult to injury I figured I would reach over and give mom’s bulge a bit of a rub, it felt hot and I was getting wetter than I already was.

We pulled into the driveway, mom got out uncomfortably, and I was enjoying the warm feeling between my legs, I was thinking of my new purchases as well as that hard cock in mom’s pants. I got out of the car and followed her into the house.

I closed the door and turned and saw mom undoing her pants and freeing her hard cock.

“Oh that is better.” she said happily.

I looked down seeing that big hard cock sticking out of her underware and pants and I thought, it never looked that good when it was mine, and without thinking of it my hand was down rubbing my pussy through my jeans as I looked at it.

“That is better.” I said to mom moving closer and taking my other hand and wrapping it around her hard cock. I started stroking her knowing what felt good as mom started taking her pants off. When they hit the floor I got down and took her cock in my mouth starting to suck it.

I had never wanted to suck a cock in my life but now I was doing it and loving it, my pussy getting wetter with each suck. I heard mom start to moan as I went down in her and then her hands on my head and in my hair. This was turning me on so much, my hand was still rubbing my pussy but my jeans were keeping me from where I wanted to be.

I stopped sucking. “Just a second.” I said. “I need to get my pants off.”

I slipped them gaziantep sarışın escort bayan off noticing the wet spot in the crotch of my pants and then got back to where I was and mom’s hands back in my hair.

Since I was squatting in front of her my hand found my pussy open and ready for my fingers and I put two easily in me, oh god that felt so much better.

Mom was moaning louder as I sucked her, holding my head tighter now and moving her hips fucking my mouth, god I was loving this. It didn’t take long before mom cried out and I had cum shooting in my mouth, it tasted so good and when she was done I cleaned her cock up nice with my tougne.

Softly stroking her. “I hope you aren’t done yet.” I let go of her cock, turning and getting on all fours in front of her. “I want that cock in here too.”

As I said that I reached back and opened my wet lips for her inviting me into my pussy.

Mom got behind me. “All I could think of since the last time we fucked.” She said as I felt her head against me starting to push in.”was fucking you again, you feel so good on my hard cock.” And with that in one long stroke she pushed her cock all the way in me.

I let out a loud moan of pleasure. “I want your hard cock so bad, fuck me good with it.”

And she did, holding my hips she fucked me hard and deep with a nice fast pace. With every smack of her pelvis hitting my ass I let out a moan, I couldn’t believe how good her cock felt in me, fucking me I just wanted it harder and deeper and that is what I cried out for.

It didn’t take long for my first orgasm to hit and she kept fucking me hard and then a second orgasm shot through my body.

I wanted something different and I pulled away from her thrusting cock.

“Your turn.” I told her. “Lay on your back, I just want to get something.”

I walked over to our shopping bag and pulled out the box with the we-vibe in it. “I wanted to try this out.” I said to mom standing over her as I looked at her hard cock sticking straight up in the air.

I started fighting with the packaging.

“Sit on my face while you get that thing out of its box.” Mom said to me with a smile on her face.

I didn’t have to be asked twice, I was curious about what a tougne would feel like on my pussy. I straddled her face and found out right away, it felt really good!

I felt her tougne licking in my lips and then around my vagina, poking into it a bit, I was letting out louder and louder moans, my hands on her chest the box forgotten. I moved my hips back my clit over her mouth and I gasped as I felt it being sucked and then softly bitten. Pleasure running through my body I started grinding on mom’s face wanting more and more.

“Oh fuck, cumming!” I let out in loud cry as I came on her face, I moved off and let her catch her breath while I caught mine, I had suffocated her a bit grinding my pussy into her face.

I was back at the box and got it open taking the toy out I turned it on and it started vibrating, good it had a charge. It was shaped like a long c, part went in me and vibrated against my gspot, and the cock that would be in me too and the other end would vibrate against my clit.

I popped it easily into me and then straddled mom, the toy was feeling good already even without the cock.

I slid down onto mom’s cock feeling it enter me.

I moaned again. “oh god I love feeling you in me.” Her cock in me again.

I took her all in me just sitting there feeling the vibrations from the toy and her cock all in me. I was sitting there moaning softly her cock was pushing the vib against my g-spot and this was a new and pleasurable sensation, and the one on my clit felt damn good too.

Mom grabbed my hips and started rocking under me and I started moving my hips in circles on top of her, slow at first then faster feeling the pleasure from the movement.

I remembered seeing a remote in the box and I picked it up and turned the toy to its highest setting. I let out a gasp as the vibrations increased and mom moaned loudly. Close to cumming again I started riding her cock up and down feeling all the different pleasurable sensations in my pussy.

I let out a cry as I started cumming and mom did the same, shockwaves of pleasure shooting through my body as I fucked mom’s hard cock. Then I collapsed on her catching my breath.

Turning the vib off “I never though I would ever want to get off this much.” I said to mom.

“I know what you mean.” She replied, her arms holding me. “I just want it all the time.”

I felt mom’s cock shrink and pop out of me. Getting up I pulled the toy out of my wet pussy.

“This is a fun little thing.” I said, holding it in front of me.

“It felt great for me.” Mom replied.

I went and sat on the sofa, opening my legs I put a finger in then tasted the mixture of cums inside of me, I loved the taste.

Looking at mom still laying on the floor her soft cock covered in our cum I thought how I had never been happier.

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Little ‘Bridgefords’ Ch. 01

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Some time ago, I published three collections of stories set in an English village called Bridgeford. Rather than republish the collections, I thought I’d choose the scenes I really liked. I hope you agree.

It was as much a tradition in Bridgeford as everywhere else in the world that a groom should not see his bride on the day of their wedding until she walked down the aisle. So, as the best man, Matthew was asked to make sure Stephanie the bride had everything she needed. He was only too happy to help out. Not just because she would be the future wife of his best friend, but because Stephanie was his sister and they had been fucking each other since they were teenagers.

As Stephanie grew up, her boyfriends would come and go. Some serious, some not so much, but she never let any them get in the way of what she and Matthew had. It was deeper than sex. The connection transcended any romantic attachment she had ever had, or any relationship of Matthew’s.

On Saturday morning Stephanie walked down the stairs of the family home, her long blonde hair artfully arranged in a chignon, her beautiful face perfectly made up, her bridal gown showing off her full, heavy breasts and voluptuous figure. Her parents and brother were sitting in the living room, her father and Matthew in morning suits and her mother in a red velvet sheath dress, watching as she came down.

“How do I look?” she asked nervously.

Her father spoke up first. “Stunning. Simply stunning,” he said, an emotional catch in his voice.

Stephanie smiled then looked at her brother. “Well?” her voice trembled. “Do you think I look beautiful?”

Matthew said nothing. He walked over to his sister and stood directly in front of her then took her face in his hands and leaned in, kissing her deeply. She responded, kissing him back and sliding her arms loosely around his waist.

“They’re at it again,” their mother said with a laugh, elbowing her husband in his side. They watched their son and daughter until their father interrupted them, saying they were going to be late if they didn’t stop.

A few minutes later the family were in the car, heading for the church. Matthew sat in the back with his sister, her head resting on his shoulder. “Nervous?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes,” Stephanie said in a small voice. “But I do love him. And I know I want this.”

Matthew smiled. “Good. Because he’s a great guy and he’s going to be a good husband to you. Otherwise I’ll break his legs.” Stephanie giggled and slapped her brother’s chest.

“He’s only half the lover you are though,” she said. “He’s great, but I’m never going to give this up.” She settled her hand over the length of her brother’s cock lying along his thigh. The touch made the organ thicken and lengthen immediately.

“And I’m not giving these up,” Matthew said, pushing the top of her wedding dress down, exposing her heavy breasts. He cupped them in his hands, stroking his sister’s nipples with his thumbs, making her moan while she caressed his cock through his suit pants.

“We only have about ten minutes until we reach the church,” their father said from the driver’s seat, looking back in the mirror. “So if you two are going to do anything you best do it now.”

Matthew smiled at his sister and gave her a wink. She smiled back, then quickly unzipped him and pulled out his heavy prick, the tip already oozing oily precum.

Her brother moved Stephanie’s veil out of the way as she lowered her head into his lap. He felt her lips kiss the head of his quivering cock then slowly open, taking him into her mouth. She curled her fingers round the base of his shaft, stroking up and down as her head began to bob.

“That feels so fucking good,” Matthew moaned. Stephanie moaned back, twirling her tongue around her brother’s glans before sinking it deep into her throat.

Matthew looked up at the front seat. His father was still driving, glancing back at him and his sister in the mirror. His mother had turned around in her seat, openly watching them both. She had a smile on her face as she watched her daughter blowing her son, an expression of happiness and pride. She had always understood the love between the two of them because she had enjoyed family loving herself before she married and still slept with her father whenever he visited. Her husband accepted that and loved to watch the siblings suck and fuck each other as much as his wife did who was sitting now with her dress pulled up to her waist, her fingers paddling in her bare cunt, taking pleasure in her children’s love for one another.

Matthew kept his hand on his sister’s back as she sucked his cock. Her drool ran down his shaft and her hands stroked his full balls while she sucked hard on the head. No-one sucked his big cock better than his sister, undoubtedly because he taught her how to do it.

It seemed like only moments passed before their father spoke again. “Only another mile to the church. Wrap it up, you two.”

“Fuck. I’m going to come,” şahinbey escort Matthew said, trying to lift his sister’s mouth off his prick but Stephanie kept sucking until she lifted her mouth from the cock filling her mouth, looked at her brother and said, “Come down my throat. I want every drop.”

“Sis -” Matthew said, almost trying to convince her otherwise but obviously loving the idea.

“I want my first kiss as a married woman to be with the taste of my brother’s cum still in my mouth,” Stephanie said and she let out a little mewl of pleasure as she wrapped her lips back round her brother’s erect prick.

“Oh fuck!” Matthew groaned as hot sperm shot up the length of his cock and spurted down his sister’s throat. She kept her lips wrapped tightly round the head, using one hand to stroke up and down her brother’s shaft, the other cupping and massaging his balls. She coaxed out more thick creamy cum than even Matthew thought he had and, as she said she would, Stephanie swallowed every spurt that flooded her mouth. Matthew finally stopped climaxing within sight of the assembled guests waiting for the bride to arrive.

Brother and sister quickly put themselves back together, ensuring they looked presentable. Matthew’s cock was slow to soften but he managed to grapple the big organ back into his pants. Their mother, who had made herself climax while she watched them, adjusted her dress and checked her makeup was still perfect. Matthew quickly helped Stephanie lift her heavy breasts back into the bodice of her wedding dress just as their father pulled up in front of the church. The Reverend Chris Grey was waiting for them, a big smile on his face. Matthew guessed the vicar knew exactly what had just happened.

Stephanie looked at her brother. “Thank you,” she whispered and blushed prettily as she whispered, “I love you.”

Matthew hugged her and purred in her ear, “I love you too, Sis, and I always will.” After a moment he pulled back from the hug and smiled at her. “Come on, let’s go get you married.”

* * *

Marjorie Westwood, who had a very good soprano voice much prized by the church choir and the local amateur operatic society, was standing in her kitchen wiping down the work surfaces as she sang along to ‘I Know That My Redeemer Liveth’ from Handel’s ‘Messiah’ on her radio. As she wiped vigorously she smiled to herself, taking great pleasure in the way her heavy breasts, barely restrained by the cream silk robe she was wearing, jiggled and bounced with her every movement. She loved the way the soft material stimulated her nipples and she loved even more the delicious feeling of excited anticipation that made her pussy, barely covered by the hem of the robe, so juicily wet she knew the slightest touch of her fingers pushed inside the opening or over her clit would make her climax. She wanted to come, she desperately to come, but she was not allowed to and that made her even more excited.

Today was the third Saturday in the month, it was almost 10:30 and Marjorie, 41-years-old, still radiantly beautiful with a curvaceous body she kept in trim with Pilates and yoga, wiped her brow with the back of her hand covered in the bright yellow rubber glove and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 10:28 and the Vicar, the Reverend Chris Grey, was always on time.

Marjorie stripped off the gloves, quickly swilled her hands and applied a rose-scented hand lotion she made herself and then went to wait by the front door. As she did so, she tightened the belt of her robe so her breasts were forced together, knowing just how much the vicar loved to see her cavernous cleavage when he leaned down to kiss her hello.

The chimes rang out and Marjorie opened the door. She was not worried someone neighbors might see her greeting the vicar almost naked because the house faced away from the adjoining road.

“Marjorie, darling,” the tall, handsome man standing in front of her said as he stepped inside, leaning down to kiss her cheek as he always did and cupping her breasts in his big hands. “Hello girls,” he said, moving his face down to kiss the upper slopes of first one breast then the other, his fingers seeking her nipples and squeezing them gently. Marjorie could not help it, she was so aroused she whimpered softly, her whole body trembling with arousal as she climaxed.

The vicar raised his head, his eyes meeting Marjorie’s. “You are a bad girl, aren’t you?” he said in a soft voice.

Embarrassed, blushing, Marjorie nodded her head. “I’m sorry, Vicar,” she said. “I tried, really I did.”

“I know,” Chris said, smiling at her indulgently. “Come along now. You know what to do, darling.”

Marjorie turned and led the way through to the living room, knowing Chris was watching the cheeks of her voluptuous barely-covered bottom jiggle as she walked. She did it deliberately, of course, knowing it would turn him on and aware his penis would already be fully erect beneath the thick woolen şahinbey escort bayan trousers he habitually wore.

Barely able to breathe from the intensity of her sexual arousal, Marjorie’s eyes met Chris’s as she untied her robe. She pulled it open to expose her breasts, rising and falling as she fought to control her anticipation. She loved what the vicar was about to do to her and spent every waking moment looking forward to their time together. She sat down on the smaller of the two couches in the room and leaned back, reaching down to slide her hands behind her knees so she could lift her legs into the air, spreading them wide.

In this position the glistening pink lips of her cunt were fully exposed to Chris Grey’s hungry gaze, the inner lining rippling with her arousal, her clit fiery red and swollen. Beneath the gaping opening the tiny muscle of her anus, wet with the cream from her orgasm, winked in invitation. Chris Grey reached down and closed his hand over the bulge of his huge cock through his pants, caressing it with his fingers and open palm. He licked his lips and Marjorie’s heart fluttered.

Chris smiled and then walked round behind the couch. Marjorie looked up at him as he leaned over her, reaching his hands down so he could use the middle fingers of each hand to prize open the lips of her cunt even further. Gently, he stroked the pad of one finger over the taut bud of Marjorie’s clit making her moan softly and pulled her legs back further, lifting her cunt and asshole to give him better access to her twin openings.

For long moments Chris masturbated and explored Marjorie, two fingers plunging deep into her cunt, two more easing past the tight muscle of her slippery asshole and up into her rectum. Marjorie moaned softly in ecstasy, enjoying exposing herself to the vicar and the expert way he brought her ever closer toward orgasm. When he withdrew the finger that had been buried in her bottom and presented it to her lips she opened her mouth and suckled it eagerly, her tastebuds flooded with the taste and her nose filled with the fragrance of her back passage.

The second Chris slid his fingers from the oval of her lips Marjorie begged, “Please, Chris, let me come…?”

“Marjorie, you know better than that,” he said and moved back, withdrawing his hands. It was a signal and Marjorie lowered her legs, standing up and moving to where she had set out a footstool in readiness. She knelt on the stool, settled her head on the arm of the couch and looked back over her shoulder at her raised bottom, waiting as Chris took off his tweed jacket and reached across to the small table on which stood a wine glass filled with clear liquid and an object made of silver. The glass was filled with baby oil and the object was an antique speculum with a handle like a pair of pliers that flowed at right angles into a large bulb, split down the middle, a long slender screw protruding from the side of the handle.

Chris picked up the speculum and dipped it into the wineglass, coating the bulb with the oil. Then he lifted it over the furrow of Marjorie’s buttocks and allowed a trickle of the liquid to drip onto her anus. Marjorie purred softly when she felt the slippery oil slide into the relaxed opening. Chris repeated the operation twice more and then he placed the bulb against the muscle of her anal sphincter and pushed, gently but firmly, so it entered her rectum. Marjorie moaned, longing for Chris to stroke her clit at the same time as he pushed inch after inch of the bulb along her rectal walls.

When the speculum was fully inserted, Marjorie felt a slight stretching that grew more intense as Chris turned the screw which pushed the two halves of the bulb apart and forced her anal opening to widen. She always expected it to hurt but Chris took his time, waiting for her to relax and breathe deeply, her huge breasts, hanging down, swaying and wobbling as she quivered and shook from the intense sensations radiating out from her back passage.

When the opening was dilated to almost the full extent of the separated jaws of the bulb, which Marjorie knew to be at least two inches, Chris stopped and reached for the wineglass. He poured the oil, slowly and carefully, down into the gaping opening to Marjorie’s rectum, a slippery coolness that made her cry out at the intense sensation as more and more of the liquid flowed into her asshole. At last she felt the oil overflow her sphincter down over the lips of her cunt and she knew Chris would stop pouring.

The stretching eased as Chris rewound the screw until Marjorie felt the jaws of the bulb had come together and he withdrew it slowly, laying it back on the table. She knew he must be eager for the next stage because he usually made her suck the speculum clean just as he had done with his fingers. But he did not and she braced herself as she heard the rasp of a zip and the next second she felt the heavenly sensation of Chris’s cock sink full-length escort bayan şahinbey into her pussy in one smooth stroke, all the way inside until his balls slapped against her sticky cuntlips. Marjorie’s whole body spasmed in long-delayed ecstasy and she climaxed, crying out with the intensity of the pleasure that surged through her body.

His cock still deeply buried, she felt Chris ride out her orgasm. Then he slid his prick from the gooey depths of her cunt and moved back slightly, reaching down to position the bulging tip against the opening of her asshole. Marjorie knew full well this was what Chris Grey wanted when he visited, what she waited all month for, what she would have given anything to enjoy more frequently but knew she never could because the vicar was married with a devoted wife whom he loved. But she also knew Chris Grey adored sodomizing her as much as she adored him doing it and the moment had finally arrived.

Infinitely slowly, savoring the sensation of sinking his prick into the oil-filled depths of Marjorie’s rectum, the vicar entered her body once more, this time stretching her anus even more than the speculum as first his glans, then the long, long shaft of his cock slid deep into her back passage until the head was buried in her bowels. Marjorie was overwhelmed by the sensation of having her asshole filled to capacity while Chris leaned over her body as he sank every last inch of his long thick prick inside her body while he filled his hands to overflowing with her breasts, kneading their soft weight to heighten her arousal. She cried out loud with the intensely pleasurable sensation and climaxed once again, thrusting her hips back against the vicar’s sodomizing prick to envelop its length up to the balls in her receptive bowels.

Marjorie knew some women could not take a real deep, hard assfuck but she could. She needed to feel Chris’s balls slapping against her gushing cunthole, to have her rectum filled to capacity with eleven inches of pistoning prick, to feel him again and again bury the head of his cock deep in her bowels, to hear the loud, highly-erotic squishing noise as the vicar’s huge cock slid back and forth in her asshole. The sensation was so incredible, so overpoweringly erotic, she felt as if her whole body was focused on the walls of her plundered asshole. Nothing else mattered to her than being fucked in the ass by this wonderful man, not even her own exquisite pleasure, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before he filled her back passage with his thick, creamy cum.

The vicar’s loud groans made Marjorie grateful she lived some way from her nearest neighbor because no-one hearing that sound would have the slightest doubt Marjorie was being fucked to within an inch of her life. It was the sound of a man experiencing the ultimate ecstasy, of pouring his cum into her body in hot gushes, and she answered it with a scream of passion every bit as loud as an overwhelming orgasm burst deep in her body, leaving her quivering and shaking, still impaled on the vicar’s sodomizing prick.

The ritual she shared with Chris was almost over. He would withdraw his cock and present it to her mouth; she would delight in sucking him clean and then reach back to dip her fingers between her plump buttcheeks until she made contact with her gaping, cum-oozing asshole. Refusing to let the vicar’s precious sperm go to waste, Marjorie scooped up and fed herself the massive load that Chris had just pumped into her back passage which was now leaking out of her gaping anus, recovering more and more of his abundant ejaculate from her ass and bringing it to her mouth, licking each helping of the creamy treat from her fingers with obvious delight.

When she had finished Chris helped Marjorie to her feet and they dressed, sneaking amorous glances at each other and then sharing a pot of tea and slices of chocolate cake sitting at the kitchen table. They discussed the Anthems to be sung for the upcoming Sunday services and then, the vicar fully dressed once more and Marjorie wearing her cream silk robe in preparation for taking a long hot bath to soothe her plundered asshole, said goodbye to each other at the front door, Marjorie’s heart heavy because it would be so long before the vicar’s next visit. Nothing in her life had prepared her for loving a man she could not have and, for her, there was as much emotional pain as pleasure in the experience they shared together on the third Saturday of every month.

* * *

“Come on, sleepyhead. You told Dad you were going to clean the car before you both go out fishing this afternoon.”

“Oh Muuum,” Alfie Baker said, turning over onto his back which made the bedclothes fall off his naked teenage body so his erect cock was on display, jutting up from the thick black curls covering his balls. Just 19, Alfie was the pride of the County Football Team and there was talk of a scout for a major league football club coming down to watch him play and assess whether he had what it took to succeed as a professional.

“Don’t you ‘Oh Muuum’ me,” Jenny Baker said with a laugh, imitating the whine Alfie put in his voice when he wanted her to take pity on him. She knew only too well what he wanted and it was beyond her power to resist giving it to him. “Alright then, but then you get up, into the shower and make sure the car is gleaming by 12.30. Deal?”

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A New Dawn Ch. 10

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Hi folks. This is a continuation of Ch. 9, with even more and greater implausibilities (no extra charge). Note: there is no sex in this chapter, so if that’s what you’re after, scroll on. Not that I’m against sex in my stories; if you read my prior works you’ll see that. It just didn’t work out that way in this one.

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The President of the United States offered a ride to the airport, which they gratefully accepted. Johnny was in the car with him and they were swapping Ranger stories; the girls were packed into a following car.

They got to Dulles and the President, his detail, and Johnny got out of the car. They shook hands.

“It was fine, really fine to meet you, Johnny. Come back any time.”

“It was fine to meet you as well, sir. Thank you for everything, sir.”

The President rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to tell you again, Lieutenant. Call me ‘Rob.'”

“Yes, sir.”

It was at that point that Johnny heard a very distinctive sound from behind. He moved fast and barreled the President down to the ground, and thereby took a shot to the back. Rifle or pistol, he wasn’t sure, but either way, it worked. He faded out.

He woke up in a hospital bed, with things attached to him and… going into him. Dawn was in a chair next to the bed, crying.

“Baby,” he said.

She ran to the bed and kissed his cheek. “Johnny! Oh, my God. My God! We thought we’d lost you.”

“No, it was a good try, but I’m still here.”

“Everybody else is waiting outside. Meyer and Buddy are on their way. The people here say that it’s going to be a while before you can safely fly.”

“I…” and passed out.

When he woke up, a nurse was there. “There’s someone who wishes to see you, Mr. Rand.”

“Call me Johnny,” he croaked. “Send them in, please.”

In came the President, and his detail, and somebody that he didn’t recognize.

“Hi, Johnny,” the President said. “How do you feel?”

“A little punk, sir.”

“I’m going to say this only one more time, and if you violate it, I’ll have you shot. Again. I have guys over there who can do it. Fucking call me ‘Rob.'”

“Okay, Mr… Rob.”

“Johnny, I’m fairly certain that you saved my life at the airport. I don’t know how to thank you for that.”

“Whatever. Rangers lead the way.”

“Hooah. I do have someone else here who would like to thank you. May I bring the rest of your family in here? They’re waiting in the hall, or lobby, or whatever you call it.”

“Of course. I’d love to see them.”

A detail member brought in Mary Beth, Jay, Jenny, and Kimmy. Kimmy ran to the bed.

“Kimmy, no!! No jumping!”

She stopped at the bedrail and just looked at Johnny, and started crying.

He brushed her hair from her face. “I’m okay, Kimmy. I just may be moving slowly for a while.”

The President made a gesture. The guy that Johnny didn’t recognize walked up to the bed.

“Mr. Rand? I’m Jim Murray. I’m the director of the Secret Service.”

“Good to meet you, sir.”

“Call me ‘Jim,’ please. For what you did, we’re on a first name basis.”

“Okay. Johnny.”

“Johnny. In the presence of your family and the President of the United States, I hereby declare you to be an honorary member of the Secret Service and Presidential detail. With all the rights and privileges thereof. Of which, I’m sorry to say, we have none. But I’m going to work on it.”

“Thank you, si… Jim.”

“I looked you up. I know your background, Mr. Ranger sniper and police guy. Tell you what: if you want to be more than just an honorary Secret Service member, it could be arranged.”

Johnny grinned, and then his eyes rolled up. An alarm that was attached to him started beeping. Hospital people ran into the room.

“Clear out of here!” a nurse yelled.

“This man is the President of the United States,” a member of the detail said.

“I don’t give a shit! Get the fuck out of here, right now!” Then, şahinbey escort louder, “CRASH CART!!”

Two days later, the girls were all allowed back into Johnny’s room. Nobody had asked why there were so many of them. It was likely assumed that they were members of the extended family. Dawn sat closest to the bed.

“Never fucking do this again,” she said. “Ever. In fact, quit the damned police job. Because this could happen. Again.”

“She’s got a point,” President Rob said from the doorway. “You seem to live a life of danger.”

“I…” Johnny started, and then began coughing. Including some blood.

“Nurse!” the President yelled.

Turned out to be nothing much, but Johnny was tired as hell and couldn’t really talk.

Dawn said, “The President has had armed Secret Service agents protecting your room. You’ve got a friend in high places.”

From the hallway, “Get out of my way! Let me the fuck in!!”

“Sir, stand down, or we will take you down.”

Mary Beth stood up and walked to the door. “It’s okay. He’s a friend. Better than a friend.” And they let Buddy through.

“Stupid,” he said. “I thought the Rangers taught you how to avoid bullets.” He took Johnny’s hand.

“I was trying to be more like you,” Johnny croaked.

“Really,” Buddy said. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I have no idea. But they’re taking good care of me so far.”

“Should be. You’ve had the President’s personal physician here to oversee things. You should already be up and about. You pussy.”

Johnny laughed and coughed up more blood. The girls were seriously upset but didn’t know what to do, other than to call a nurse in again.

“I’m sorry, Johnny,” Buddy said, still holding Johnny’s hand. “As a combat medic, I should know better than to aggravate the problem.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re here. Thank you for coming, brother. Thank you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Nothing could keep me away. Except maybe those two Secret Service guys outside.” He looked up. “Sorry for saying ‘fucking,’ Kimmy.”

Tears were streaming down her face, and she said nothing.

The nurse told them that Johnny was scheduled for exploratory surgery in the morning, and that it would be as minimally invasive as possible. The bullet had been a through and through and hadn’t harmed anything major as far as they could tell aside from nicking a lung. Which would probably heal on its own, given time. But they didn’t want to take any chances, so they were going to have a look see.

“I don’t want surgery,” he said. “Do you really want to mess up this pretty body?”

“Do what she fucking says,” Mary Beth said. “Period.”

Long pause. “Okay.”

Outside the room, the nurse said, “You’re quite the family. How are you all related?”

“Closely,” Jay said. “Closely.”

“Tell us about the surgery, please,” Mary Beth said.

The nurse called for the on-staff resident, and he came up to talk with them.

“Well, I can’t really tell you much, because I’m not going to be doing it. The President’s doctor will be overseeing it. But I think I can guess. First, they’ll put him under. Then, they’ll run a camera into the wounds. And depending on what they find, it could get more major. But hopefully not.”

“What can we do?” Jenny said. “Donate blood, or something?”

“You can go back to your home, or hotel, or wherever you’re staying. And wait.” He handed her a card. “I’ll be here tomorrow. I won’t be in on the op, but I’ll know everything about what happens. Call me, or I’ll call you. The Secret Service guys have your contact information. Go get some sleep.”

So they did. Except for Dawn. She elected to sleep in a chair next to Johnny’s bed, with Kimmy on her lap.

The looksee went well. No arteries hit. Just a little nick on one lung. And shock. When you’re hit by a bullet, shock happens. It’s a hydrostatic thing.

The next morning Johnny was up and walking the corridors escort şahinbey with Dawn. The Secret Service was following him around. He found it kind of creepy, and told them to go downstairs and get some breakfast. Their facial expressions didn’t move, and neither did they.

“Sir, if we let something happen to you, the President would have us killed. And probably sectioned and quartered.”

So they all walked.

Two days later he was cleared to leave the hospital and cleared to fly home. He declined the traditional wheelchair exit and he and Dawn walked downstairs to pay the bill. The woman at the desk looked up his record, and then looked at him, and said, “Are you kidding?”

“No, not kidding. I just want to pay and go home.”

The woman leaned back in her chair. “Your bill, assuming you wind up with one, is being covered by the President of the United States. In full. And, if I might add, I fully support that.”

A member of the security detail lingering behind Johnny and Dawn said, “Sir, we have a car ready to take you wherever you need to go.”

“I don’t know where that is.”

“We’re at the Watergate, Johnny,” Dawn said. “Pricey, but it was close to you.”

“The Watergate it is, ma’am,” the lead agent said. “Into the car you go, sir.”

“The President and I have established a protocol for these interactions. I’m Johnny.”

“Okay, Johnny. Into the car you go, sir.”

The Watergate Complex name is of course renowned and associated with a particularly bad chapter of American history. But the hotel itself is simply renowned for being great.

“They have a wonderful bar, Johnny,” Dawn said on the way there. “Like, a million bottles of whiskey on the wall.”

“I can’t drink,” he said. “For I don’t know how long. They’ll tell me, I guess.”

When they all got to the hotel, Meyer was waiting. He hugged Johnny.

“My flights were both delayed, or I would have been here sooner. What in the actual fuck did you think you were doing?”

“Same thing as every day, Pinky. Trying to take over the world.”

“They pay people to protect the President. Why did you take it upon yourself?”

“Can we go up to the room for this? I’m really tired.”

They all helped Johnny up to the room and forced him to lie down in a bed.

“Meyer, we got out of the limo and I heard the sound of a gun being racked. I don’t know whether it was a pistol or a small rifle. I just reacted.”

“It was a pistol. A 9 millimeter. They caught the guy pretty much right away. Johnny, you saved the life of the President of the United States.”

“At a cost,” Johnny said. “I feel like shit. Meyer, you’re in charge of the company, such as it is, for the foreseeable future.”

“Done. And done. And we have two nurses waiting for you when you get home.”

“Are they cute?”

“Johnny!” Dawn said.

“Kidding.”

“How many times were you shot as a Ranger?” Meyer said.

“None.”

“And twice since. You might want to consider another line of work.”

“I second that,” Dawn said.

“Okay, this is stupid,” Johnny said. “The first time was trying to save Dawn. This time was purely reactionary. I’m where I need to be. Once I get out of this bed.”

“He may have a point,” Buddy said. “You have people who depend upon you. Girls who love you. And now, a young girl that you’ve committed to caring for. You can run the company from an office, or from home. You’ve got people who can do the tough work.”

Johnny was silent for a time. Then, “I’ll think about it. But I’ve always been where the action is. I’m not sure I can walk away from that.”

“Crawl away, more likely, given your condition,” Buddy said.

“Some brother you are,” Johnny said.

Buddy walked to the bed and took Johnny’s hand.

“I am your brother. And I always will be. No matter what.”

“Hooah,” Johnny said, and fell asleep.

The flights home were uneventful. The ride şahinbey escort bayan home was uneventful. Johnny was beginning to like uneventful. He and the girls all got into their Santa Monica home. They brought him water, and grapes which he didn’t want, and sat with him.

“You didn’t eat on the plane,” Jay said. “You have to eat something.”

“Not hungry.”

“You will eat something, or I will whip you,” Nurse

said.

“Is that a promise?”

Smirk. “You need to eat. I can make you a protein shake. There’s all the stuff here to do it.”

“Tomorrow,” Johnny said. “Right now, I just need to sleep.” And true to form, he passed out on the couch.

Two months later…

“The President is coming to Los Angeles and requests the pleasure of your company,” Christine said. “If you’re up for it.”

“I’m fine. I’m back to doing calisthenics and katas and if he wants me there, I’m there. Although, I don’t know why he would.”

“Me neither,” Christine said. “Oh. Cara called. She’s still in Ireland. She heard what happened. She said that she’s very proud of you, and also very worried.”

“You told her that I’m okay, right?”

“Yep. And passed her along to Mary Beth, who told her everything, I assume.”

“Good deal. Please tell the President’s people that I’ll be there, wherever there is.”

“I’ll text you the info. He’s asked that your ‘family’ be there as well.”

“Okay. You and your daughter please come as well. I don’t know what this is, but there should be good food and stuff.”

“Yessir. Oh. The President requested that you come in your class A uniform. Do you still have that?”

“I do. But why?”

“Didn’t say. Make you look all official, I guess.”

Johnny showered and got dressed and found that there were two limos waiting. The driver of the first rig got out.

“Sir, we’re here to take you to the President.”

“Okay.”

“We have two limos because we were told that there were a number of other family members we needed to bring.”

The girls all came out of the house and the limo driver’s mouth dropped open. He ran to open the doors.

“Rough life,” the limo driver said to Johnny.

“Sometimes,” he said.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.”

Everyone in the room stood and clapped. The President went to the podium and waved them all back down. Johnny’s girls were all in the front row, including Kimmy.

“I have a lot to say,” the President said. “But pro forma, I’m not going to.”

The room chuckled as they were expected to do. The TV crews were on pins and needles.

“Mr. Rand, please come forward.”

Johnny froze.

“That’s an order, Johnny. C’mere.”

Jonny got up and walked up onto the stage. And walked next to the President.

Who returned to the mic. “By my order, and with the blessing of Congress, I am hereby promoting lieutenant Rand to captain Rand, retired.”

There was the obligatory applause as the President replaced Johnny’s insignia.

“Thank you, Mr… Rob.” And he started toward the stairs.

“Johnny, stand fast. There’s one more thing.”

He halted. And turned back.

The President’s wife came out from backstage. Holding something.

“Mr. Rand.”

“Johnny.”

She smiled. “Okay, Johnny. Guess what? You’re about to be medaled.”

She held up what was in her hands and placed it over Jonny’s neck. And kissed his cheek.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me the greatest pleasure to convey upon Johnny Rand the Medal of Freedom.”

The crowd went crazy.

“As you well know,” the President said, “I’d be dead if not for him. But we also did deep background into his life in the military, and as a cop, and other things he’s been asked to do since he retired. Johnny upholds the highest standards of the Army, of the Rangers, and of the Los Angeles Police Department.”

Applause.

“Johnny, at this point, you’re supposed to say something,” the President said.

“Thanks.”

“I am so fucking proud of you,” Kimmy said as she hugged him. “But mostly, I am so fucking glad that you’re alive.”

Nobody tried to castigate her language.

“You really need to find another line of work, Johnny.”

He ruffled her hair. “I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.”

“Maybe you should listen.”

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