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“It’s a small world.”

Dana had spent the last week uttering every verse of the Bible she could think of. With her parents gone, religion seemed her only solace while Kyle remained unconscious in the ICU at New York Mercy.

The events had been a blur. Kyle passed out, and she struggled with the walkie for a few minutes before getting a response. The search party from the base came as fast as they could. There had been some basic cursory treatment at the army hospital. The doctor’s assessed the situation to be grave and recommended he be transferred to New York Mercy for further treatment. A special air transport was scrambled for this purpose. It was fitted with facilities for an IV drip and an ECG monitor. Finally, they were back home.

Throughout this entire ordeal, Dana could not bear to leave his side. The hardest moments for her were when he was in surgery and she couldn’t see him, and she suddenly felt all alone. The stark truth was that he was her last human connection. When she was not holding on to him, she felt like he was miles away.

Kyle remained borderline comatose. She couldn’t concentrate on anything during that week. Sleep had become a distant memory, and her job just didn’t matter anymore. She was deep in prayer when the doctor finally came to her in the waiting room.

“He is awake. You can see him now.”

Dana was up and running before the sentence was finished. The corridors flew past as she scrambled her way to the ICU. She got there just as they were transferring him to the adjacent ward. His face was pale and his eyes looked tired. He mustered up enough strength to give her a weak smile. It was his first muscle movement for a week.

The nurses got him settled in the convalescing ward and left. Immediately, Dana rushed to his side and tightly grasped his hand. He just looked at her and gave another attempt at smiling.

“Thank god I still have partial nerve damage on this side. I can only imagine how hard you are clutching my hand.”

She didn’t laugh, just held on tighter. Her lips quivered as if wanting so say something. Kyle found some feeling and curled his fingers around hers.

“It’s going to be okay. I am feeling much better now. How long was I out again?”

“Just over a week.”

In that moment, the pretence of calmness fell through.

“Why did you do that? Why did you risk your life to protect me?” she asked, interlocking her fingers between his.

“I think you know the answer to that. What did the doctors say? Will I have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair, being fed liquids by a nurse?”

“I haven’t spoken to them, but they seem optimistic. I am so glad you’re okay now. This last week has been hell.”

They were interrupted as the doctor entered holding a chart.

“Mr. Walsh, we are happy to inform you that we have successfully removed all the fragments of shrapnel from your back and limbs. There are, however, some pieces which are embedded a little deeper. They are close to vital organs so the surgery would be risky. We have created a plasma channel around them. This makes them harmless, but you will have to carry around those bits of Afghanistan with you for the rest of your life.”

“Fine, I can live with that. When can I go home?”

“We would like to keep you here for observation for a couple more days. If all goes well, we can begin taking off the sutures and bandages. But, I must warn you, the road to recovery is long and arduous. You will need lots of rest and intense physiotherapy to regain full use of your limbs.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

“So, who shall I put you in care of?”

“He’s going to be in my care now,” Dana said as she straightened up.

“In that case there is some paperwork you have to sign. Follow me please.”

She caught one last look at her brother before leaving the room. He took the opportunity of being alone and tried moving his limbs, one by one. The feeling was somewhat like having a red hot knife inserted into his flesh each time he moved an inch. It took considerable strength just to lift his arm off the bed. He let it fall back, wondering if he was ever going to be the same.

While he was ruminating on these thoughts, Dana returned. Immediately she sensed that he was not feeling right.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s…” said Kyle, trying to find a way to say it. Finally, he gave in and started sobbing.

“It hurts too much. I can’t move, I can’t do anything. Every single part of my arms and legs feels the same way.”

“It will be alright,” Dana replied, trying to console him. “The doctor said that with physiotherapy, you will be feeling much better in a couple of months. After we go home, they will send an expert to help you with your muscle movements every day.”

“But I can’t do gaziantep olgun escort bayan anything. Just getting out of bed seems like a challenge to me.”

“I’ll be there with you every step of the way. Don’t you forget that.”

“Dana.”

“Yes”

“I kind of like this pain. It reminds me that I saved you. I can see that part of you is feeling guilty about what happened, but I just want you to know, I don’t regret it. Never will.”

It was almost like they had one mind.

Two days later, Kyle was transferred back to their apartment. Dana had cleaned out the whole place and set the bedroom exactly the way the doctor had asked. Given that she had suffered some minor injuries while on company work in Afghanistan, she was given the month off to recover. She could spend the next month doing analytical work from her laptop, and she planned to use these two months to get her brother back on his feet.

It took all the strength Kyle had just to sit up in bed. The physiotherapist arrived on time. She seemed dour and professional. The first exercise was to extend his right arm out in front of him. He tried, but the pain seemed too much to lift it. The therapist sympathetically tried helping him, but his arm wouldn’t move.

Dana knew exactly what to do. She stood a few feet in front of him and outstretched her arm in front of him, telling him to hold her hand. He tried as hard as he could and raised it a few inches. His face was clenched with effort. Fighting through the pain barrier, he finally raised his arm so it was level with his shoulder. Now he had to outstretch it.

Extending his arm felt like it was being stretched in a medieval torture rack. He gritted his teeth and gradually, inch by inch, his fingertips got closer to hers. A monumental amount of effort later, he finally bridged the gap and gently touched her hand. This was all the effort he had in him and his arm fell down by his side. He was on the road to recovery.

In the subsequent days, they settled down into the routine. Kyle would spend almost the entire day in bed, with traction weights attached to his arms and legs. Each time the therapist came, Dana would remove the weights and help him go a little further on the road to recovery. The nights were what he looked forward to the most.

It all started on the third night, when Kyle was trying to get some sleep. Various unpleasant thoughts were plaguing his mind. She could have done so much during those weeks if not for him, and he felt he was becoming a burden to her. Dana still slept by his side every night, and he looked over at her sleeping peacefully. He longed to run his fingers through her hair and softly caress her, but his hands were of no use right now. Even as he thought about it, he could feel an uneasiness in his crotch. He glanced down to see a neatly formed tent.

“Well, at least one part of my body is still working fine,” he thought.

He once again turned his head to look at his beloved sister. She was awake and looked straight into his eyes. She extended her arm and began drawing long, lazy circles across his face with the back of her hand. He gently kissed her hand whenever it reached his lips. After a few minutes she turned him on his back and straddled him.

Pulling his shirt up to his neck, she began similar caresses on his torso. She drew symmetrical lines with both hands all the way from his neck down to the waistband of his boxers and then all the way back up. She stopped at his nipples and circled them. After keeping this up for some time, she leaned forward and locked her lips around his. He kissed back, gently at first, but it soon turned passionate. She left his mouth and planted a multitude of kisses all over his face. Moving her face a little lower, she left a trail of kisses from his neck to his chest. She stopped there to pay some more attention to his nipples. She clasped her mouth around one and gently flicked her tongue over it, while running her fingers in concentric circles around the other. She alternated her treatment with the other one.

Even with reduced sensation, Kyle was feeling aroused. Dana seemed to know exactly where his erogenous zones were and passed her mouth over them, darting her tongue out where needed. With extreme dexterity, she reached his belly button. Since, he was virtually hairless, she made her way down in one continuous lick. She nestled her head against his abdomen and just lay like that for some time. He could feel a small wetness where her face rested, tears of love for the one person who was everything to her.

They just lay still like that for what seemed ages. She wrapped her arms around his waist held on tightly. That was when she spotted his erection. She rolled off him with a smile and delicately pulled down his boxers, watching his member as it sprang upright. Gently, she grasped it in her hand and ran her thumb all the way along the length upwards to the head. She held the base in one hand and languidly caressed the entire gaziantep oral yapan escort bayan length of the shaft with the other, stopping at the head. This motion continued for some time, before she gripped his shaft and gradually increased the tempo of the strokes.

It didn’t take long for the first translucent bead of precum to appear. She stopped her motion and observed as it slid down the front of the shaft. She intercepted it with the tip of her index finger and gently traced its path back to the top. Her face was awfully close to the hard knob now as she delicately stuck out her tongue and made the slightest contact with the extremely sensitive head.

Kyle could not help letting out a low moan of ecstasy. Dana took the hint and grazed just the tip of her tongue down his shaft and back up again. She held his member in her hand and turned it to one side so she could concentrate on freely licking the other. After liberally coating one side with saliva, she repeated this on the other side. She took the entire length of his dick into her mouth in one go and gently moved back and forth, keeping it in contact with her tongue. It wasn’t long before Kyle exploded in her mouth coating the insides with thick cum.

She drained the last drop and then just lay there, with her head against his crotch. He knew the moment was perfect to caress her neck and run his fingers through her hair, but he was unable to. As Dana drew herself level with his face for a final kiss, she saw a solitary teardrop making its way down his cheek. Immediately she blocked its path with her tongue and followed the wet trail back to his eye where she planted another kiss.

Almost every night, she would do something new to Kyle. Her dexterity was amazing. Her passion was intense. Her range was unbelievable. At every turn, she was ready with some new and intricate manoeuvre. To cap it all, she possessed the subtlest and most recondite style possible. At one moment, after some particularly boisterous cadenza, it seemed like the zenith of pleasure had been reached, then suddenly the whole tempo would begin to change and the melody would become so childlike and innocent that it would perfectly encapsulate the purity of Dana’s desires. She played his body like a harp, plucking at imaginary strings all over, listening to the new reactions and new sounds which came out. Soon, she knew her ‘instrument’ well enough to play the most sensual melodies and listen to the sweet symphony of ecstasy that followed. During all these blissful nights, she treated Kyle’s body like a sculpture made of crystal, afraid that it would break at the hint of force.

By the end of two weeks, Kyle could safely drink a cup of coffee without spilling it. By the end of the month he could walk up to the bathroom and back with some assistance. Soon he was able to move around the apartment on his own, limping and falling occasionally, but able to get up again. One day, Dana found him looking through the classifieds.

“Looking for a job?”

“Yeah. I might be fit enough to walk around but not nearly physically able enough to go back to the Army. I was thinking something more in line with my previous job as an interior decorator. I looked up my old crew. They’ve moved on and are now working for different design firms all across the state. Guess I should do the same.”

“Well, I may be able to help there,” said Dana, with a smile as she retrieved a folder from her cabinet. “I submitted your résumé to a few head-hunters and got one good interview lined up. CreativeSpaces, the top design firm here, headed by Stella Rousseau. She is quite the designer. Most of New York’s fabulous social elite gatherings are her work. Add to that a mile-long queue of hotel chains asking for her expertise, as well as some private clients. From what I found out she is at the top of the interior design food chain here.”

“Wow, you seem to have done some thorough research.”

“That’s not all I can tell you about her. She was publicly voted the toughest boss to work under in the city last month, a title she seems to take pride in. I have spoken to some of her past employees and they all vouch for her vindictive, sadistic outlook. She hires a new junior associate designer once a year and works him hard enough for him to quit within a month. None of her previous ten picks have lasted longer than that. I personally spoke to her last hire-and-fire, who says that in his short time there, he was ridden more often than the subway.”

They laughed at this joke and began their respective breakfasts.

“She personally conducts the interviews and hires one among hundreds of applicants. Apparently she takes pleasure in demeaning and humiliating the rest.”

“Are you trying to scare me? Because it’s working. I hardly have a shot there.”

“Au contraire, I say you have a great chance.”

“Why?” said Kyle, narrowing his eyes. “Is there something about her I should know?”

“Why don’t you look her up gaziantep otele gelen escort bayan on the net?”

Puzzled, Kyle logged on Firefox and typed her name in the Search bar. Her website came right on top. He gasped at the stunning array of spaces she had designed. The website itself was a work of surreal art. He found her bio-data in the About Me section. His brow wrinkled on seeing her face. Stella was strikingly good looking. Her face seemed to be delicately chiselled from pure ivory. Her features were perfectly shaped and well formed. Her lips were thick and sumptuous while her eyes were a pale green. Her dense blonde hair was neatly tied in a ponytail.

“Have I seen her before? She looks familiar.”

“Maybe,” said Dana in a playful tone.

He scowled at the reply and went back to the website. His jaw dropped as he read her client list. All this and she was just 28.

“Alright, you want to play games with me? Fine. I’ll go. When is the interview set up for?”

“Friday, 9 sharp, don’t be late.”

Friday came a lot sooner than he wanted as he prepared a compelling enough CV to present to her. Still nervous, he made his way to the company office. He was greeted by a waiting room full of equally nervous applicants. He was handed a token with 253 on it as he entered. The secretary took some pity on him and started chatting to keep him company.

“Don’t worry, they don’t take long. She chews them up and throws them out under a minute each. See how they look visibly shaken when they emerge. Some are even on the verge of tears. Trust me, this is the interview from hell. The last secretary was fired because she came to work a few minutes late. Ms. Rousseau has an impeccable work ethic and demands nothing less from her subordinates. The unlucky guy to get selected starts under an associate designer. Rarely do they get a chance to work up the ladder and work under her. Mostly, she finds some reason to fire them before that.”

Kyle waited as the population of the room dwindled and more shell-shocked applicants left the room. Finally it was time for number 253.

Tentatively, he entered the room. The office was lavishly decorated. Behind a large mahogany desk, sat Stella, looking down at the resume of the last guy. Giving a disapproving look, she tossed it into the trash.

“Well, do you need an invitation?” she said, without even looking up.

Nervously, Kyle stepped forward and placed his CV at her desk and stood at rapt attention. She sighed disdainfully and looked up at him.

“So, what…”

Her question stopped abruptly as she gaped at him. Up close, Kyle was even surer he had seen her before, but couldn’t place where. She stood up, her expression changing from derision to disbelief. Wordlessly, she opened the first page of the resume and read the name in a quivering voice.

“Kyle Walsh.”

“Yes, that’s me,” said Kyle, trying to inject some humour.

They spent what seemed like aeons just staring at each other. Kyle’s expression grew increasingly flummoxed while Stella seemed amazed. She picked up the solitary picture frame from her desk and looked at it and then back at Kyle, mentally comparing them. Her next step was inexplicable.

She walked around the desk until she was standing right in front of Kyle. Breathing heavily, she seemed to be deciding on what to do next. From this distance, she looked unbelievably gorgeous and came up to Kyle’s face level. After a few moments of uncertainty, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. Stunned at this turn of events, he made a weak attempt at reciprocating.

A minute or so later, she detached herself and stepped back. Her eyes were shimmering, like a teenage girl who had just met her idol.

“It’s you. I can’t believe it, it’s really you.”

Kyle scanned through his entire memory trying to remember who she was. No luck. He just stood there as she went on.

“I searched for you everywhere. I used every contact I have and pulled in every favour owed to find you but failed. You had gone to Afghanistan to fight. I had given up on ever seeing you and now you walk into my office. It has to be providence.”

“Umm… I’m sorry, but I’m drawing a blank here. Could you please remind me of how we know each other?”

“You don’t remember, do you? Yet I remember your face like it was yesterday. It was several months ago. I was running late for a high profile meeting, 6th had a messy traffic jam, I decided to take the subway, once there, I realized I had forgotten to take my epilepsy meds.”

Suddenly, it all came back to Kyle at once, the day in the subway station, the unconscious woman. It had been such a rush that he had forgotten her face.

“When I came to, you were gone,” she continued. “One of the onlookers had snapped a photo of you on his phone. It was pretty grainy, but it was enough for me. I got your name after some searching and tried to find you, but you were in Afghanistan by then.”

Kyle tried to say something, but was cut short.

“Don’t worry. You have the job and more. Leah!”

Her secretary almost tripped over herself running into the room. She stood there petrified.

“I have made my choice. Mr. Walsh here will be my hire. You can tell the ones still waiting to leave. Also prepare a memo for general distribution: Mr. Walsh will not be joining as a junior associate designer, but will be my assistant designer, only answerable to me.”

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Siamese Bi’s Ch. 03

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The following week, Dionaea and Cytherea had to phone Jamila that they couldn’t visit her — they were having their period, it was really uncomfortable for them to ride a motorbike to her home, so they had to put off their meeting by a week.

When they eventually came and visited Jamila, not only did she give them 12 complete set of lingerie each, but also 2 sets of leather motorcycle gear — each comprising a pairs of pants, a pair of gloves and a jacket, so they could ride their motorbike fully protected.

They were so moved by the gifts that they hugged Jamila and even tried to kiss her in the mouth together: Dionaea, Cytherea and Jamila opened their mouths and joined them, and their tongues voluptuously danced together.

Then the Siamese twins opened Jamila’s shirt and nursing bra, and helped themselves with her milk, while their outer hands (Dionaea’s right hand and Cytherea’s left hand) stroked Jamila’s body from her thighs and butt to her cheek and hair, and their inner hands stroked her vulva, entered into her panties, and even dared stimulate her G-spot.

When Jamila was done with her orgasm, she told Dionaea and Cytherea to rise on their feet, and to undress their breasts — when their mammae were fully exposed, and after Jamila briefly licked their nipples, Jamila’s co-wives entered the room, were introduced to the twins by Jamila, and chose their favorite breasts.

Khalida chose Dionaea’s right breast; her favorite co-wife and lover Rashida Dionaea’s left, while Jamila let her favorite co-wife and lover Sharifa suckle Cytherea’s left breast, and she in turn chose Cytherea’s right breast.

All women undressed before the breastplay — the twins asked not to remove their panties, for fear of letting their Duotone Balls drop, but Jamila had a solution for them: she and each of her co-wives had a She Shell vibrator, for the rare occurrence of being horny with nobody (neither their husband Zayan or any of their co-wives) able to help, and Jamila opened a new She Shell package, and delicately placed it into their shared vulva.

So each woman could both suckle one of the twins’ nipples and enjoy orgasm through clitoral and vaginal stimulation. The luckiest of them were Dionaea and Cytherea, who got all the conceivable stimulation from their nipples and their twat.

Jamila had thought of everything, except turning her laptop-cum-webcam off. Her couture house had only female employees, but two: the fashion photographer Hussain and the marketing director Hassan.

They were identical (but separate) twins, and when Hussain skyped Jamila in order to talk to her about some catalog photos, Jamila’s client automatically answered and started the webcam, so Hussain saw and heard anything.

He could subdue his arousal when he saw Zayan’s naked wives, but was caught off guard by Dionaea and Cytherea, as their body was unlike any other, and watching their black hair, blue eyes, pink cheeks and red libs, big (although sagging) breasts, a wide pelvis and a small, hardly noticeable vulva rapidly led him to orgasm.

He could have recorded the video sequence, but he decided not to do that — as he feared that if the video was found, he would face horrible music. But he was determined to take the twins.

The next day he showed Jamila the photos he had intended to send them — they were of the motorbike gear Jamila had sewn for Dionaea and Cytherea; and he bluntly asked for whom they were intended.

Jamila answered sincerely, but then asked him why was he so interested. Hussain blushed and replied, “I wondered who was the girl so wide-busted and tight-waisted who was going to wear these jackets.”

Jamila told Hussain, “They’re single and probably seeking a boyfriend. And Egyptian law would allow you to marry both. But you have to meet first, and I can arrange an occasion. We could ask them to pose with the motorcycle gear on, and you’ll photograph them.”

“Good idea,” Hussain replied, “My brother Hassan thinks that our motorcycle gear for ladies could be very successful, and therefore we need a catalog.”

“Hassan is right, as usual,” Jamila replied, and phoned the twins, who gladly accepted the offer.

The next day, after attending class, Dionaea and Cytherea went to Jamila’s couture house, and met both Hassan and Hussain, who were very impressed by the girls.

While they managed to keep a professional poise, the girls couldn’t — they donned and removed the motorbike gear they had to wear in front of the men, even though they only wore their underwear under the leather jacket and pants, and as the panties’ crotch was transparent, everybody could see that a She Shell vibrator was in place!

Hassan and Hussain dared not say gaziantep ofise gelen escort bayan a word, and Jamila waited for the end of the reportage before talking to Dionaea and Cytherea in private.

“Honeys,” she asked, “Didn’t you notice that you were undressing in front of men?”

“Sorry, Jamila,” Dionaea answered, “They were so cute and charming that we couldn’t behave otherwise. Are they identical twins?”

“Yes, they are,” Jamila replied, “And you’re lucky that they’re more enlightened than the average Egyptian man, or they would have left the studio screaming, ‘Sharmuta = Whore!'”

“What may have they thought about us?” Cytherea asked.

“Hmm … let’s look at the photos they’ve shot and uploaded,” Jamila said, “By looking at them, an experienced eye can discern the relationship between the photograph and the model.”

Hussain had shot several hundred photos; even though only a score were worthy of the motorcycle gear catalog, lots of them could appear in a lingerie catalog. All photos were sensuous, but neither risqué nor debauchee.

“Hussain has seen you in the best possible light,” Jamila inferred, “And you can still save the day. By the way, why didn’t you remove the vibrator from your body? It can be easily discerned in most photos.”

“Er,” Dionaea answered, “We wanted an excuse for our torn hymen.”

“Ah! You’ve set your eyes on these boys, and you’re also telling me that you’re virgins no more, aren’t you?”

“We have never had sex with men so far,” Cytherea explained, “But we once masturbated with a rolling pin …”

“Not just once!” Dionaea corrected her, “We couldn’t afford to buy a vibrator. Not because of the price, but because of the shame.”

“The vibrator I gave you will hopefully solve the problem. Photoshop will cancel the She Shell out, and nobody but your perspective husband will learn your secret.”

“Will we be able to model again?”

“Of course, but you should remove the device when posing for the lingerie catalog,” Jamila replied smiling, while Sharifa was entering the room with Yahya and Yussuf latched to her breasts.

Sharifa told Jamila, “Your children are hungry for milk and love. They’ve gotten some from us, but now they really need their mom.”

Jamila bared her breasts, took the children from Sharifa’s arms and let them nurse from her. Then she told Sharifa, “Darling, I’ve forgotten to remove the vibrator from my twat. Could you do that for me, or I’ll be forced to detach my children from my nipples?”

“Of course,” Sharifa answered, and bent upon Jamila’s thighs, without even caring to cover her own bare breasts, which touched Jamila’s thighs; put her hands under her skirt, grasped her panties, and took them off.

Then Jamila’s legs had to gape, in full view of Dionaea and Cytherea, so Sharifa could remove the She Shell, and then put the panties in place again.

The Siamese twin were already somewhat aroused by Sharifa’s naked breasts; Jamila’s lovely nursing her twins increased it a lot, and their watching her vulva, and the vibrator removal was really exciting.

So, when Jamila proposed Sharifa, “Ask the twins if they want to lick my vibrator clean,” they accepted; and when they were doing that, Sharifa went behind them and tickled the nape of their necks with her nipples.

The message couldn’t be clearer, and when Dionaea and Cytherea were done with Jamila’s vibrator, they latched their mouths to Sharifa’s areolae, and began sucking her colostrum — she was still 7th month pregnant, so she couldn’t secern milk.

Sharifa was wearing a She Shell, but Dionaea and Cytherea put their hands under her skirt, removed her panties and the vibrator, then they began stroking her vulva and anus.

Zayan only penetrated Jamila anally — and limited sexual interaction with her co-wives to vaginal penetration, carried out until they climaxed, but he wasn’t interested into fondling their bodies or getting the pleasures his favorite wife Jamila gave him.

So Sharifa was somewhat surprised by the twins’ interest in her anus, but she decided to let them act as they saw fit — so she noticed that not only did they stimulate her clitoris while suckling her nipples, but they also deftly penetrated her vagina, reached the G-spot and made her squeal and squirt of pleasure.

Cytherea’s right hand and Dionaea’s left were engaged into stimulating the clitoris and penetrating the vagina, while Cytherea’s left and Dionaea’s right were engaged with Sharifa’s backdoor.

Sharifa’s squirting gave the twins the lubricant they needed to slowly massage, penetrate and stimulate Sharifa’s anus, gaziantep öğrenci escort bayan and she noticed at last that the twins were trying to have her come from both vaginal and anal penetration — and they succeeded, even though their technique was somewhat coarse.

Then Sharifa told them, “Darlings, my ass needs respite, and your hands cleaning. Let’s go to the bathroom.”

So the three women had a shower together; Dionaea and Cytherea wanted to resume sex, but Sharifa said no, as her butt was unaccustomed to penetration; but she nonetheless asked them, “Can you tell me how did you come across the idea of anal penetration?”

“We often do that to ourselves,” the twins admitted, and added, “Our most secret sexual fantasy is to get penetrated by two male twins at the same time.”

“Hassan and Hussein are identical twins,” Sharifa noticed.

“Yes, they are. Are they engaged?”

“I don’t know — perhaps Jamila does.”

After shower, Sharifa led the Siamese twins into a room in which the four co-wives kept their sex toys, and showed them a Scorpion Stinger vibrator.

She told Dionaea and Cytherea, “If you love both vaginal and anal stimulation, it may be your cup of tea.”

“Can we test it?”, Dionaea said, and Sharifa answered, “It’s Jamila’s toy. Our husband Zayan loves anal sex, but he only has it with Jamila, and she at times wears this vibrator to keep her rectum fit for Zayan’s penis.”

“Ah.”

“Yes, Zayan is a very busy man, and in the afternoon Jamila, after nursing her children, asks me to rinse her rectum with an enema. Since Zayan loves irrigating it with his own urine, I fill the douche with my own, and with it I rinse Jamila’s rectum.”

“Is it necessary?” Dionaea asked.

“Is it enough to please her?” Cytherea asked.

“It is necessary to cleanse her rectum, or she will have to wash her toys thoroughly — not to speak about Zayan’s member, which shall then enter her vagina,” Sharifa replied and added, “After the urine, several douches of water are necessary; when only water goes out of her anus, I insert the vibrator into it — and I turn my own She Shell vibrator on.”

“And then?” the twins asked.

“We sit on a couch together, and even though our vibrators are skyrocketing us to heaven, we pretend to be just friends who drink some tea, read and comment a newspaper and a book together until we fondle and kiss in the mouth, and then lay on the couch hugged until night — or Jamila’s children need her attention.”

“But we saw that they are usually nursed by your co-wives before being brought to Jamila’s breasts,” Dionaea remarked.

“Right. Our co-wives don’t provide urine, but love to watch us while we come, so they sit on another couch opposite us, and alternatively watch us and the children.”

“If they supply milk to Jamila’s children, they can also supply urine to their mother,” Cytherea suggested.

“Good point,” Sharifa said, “We — not just me and Jamila, but Khalida and Rashida also — use these toys because we want to enjoy cuddling and orgasm at the same time. Bringing us to orgasm is relatively easy; but tenderly lovingly taking care of each other requires careful fondling, hugging and kissing — something we couldn’t do while our hands and mouths are engaged into having sex.”

“That’s why you use the vibrators,” Dionaea inferred, and Cytherea asked, “Do you ever use them for self-satisfaction?”

Sharifa laughed and answered, “Actually, we’re never alone in this house. When one of us wants to please herself, she knots a purple ribbon around her left arm, so she is left alone while the vibrator, her hands, or her fantasy do the trick. But she is invariably watched by one of the co-wives at least, out of concern or of sheer lust.”

“And I suppose that once the first is done, the second asks her the purple ribbon,” Dionaea says.

“Yes,” Sharifa replies, “Our home life is literally full of love, and the more we give love, the more we crave for it. About the vibrator, I think we have another still sealed in his box, together with a new douche. Would you like to try them?”

Dionaea and Cytherea looked at each other and assented, but asked for Jamila’s opinion.

Jamila was nearly done with nursing her children, and when she had put them into their cribs, asked for her She Shell vibrator. The twins gave it back and told her that Sharifa wanted to initiate them to triple stimulation; Jamila said it was a good idea, and asked the twins which fluid did they prefer to wash their butt.

“Urine. We’d like your urine, Jamila.”

“Thanks, but I haven’t enough of it now. Would you mind oğuzeli escort bayan if I ask my co-wives to add theirs?”

As the twins assented, the co-wives were summoned, lowered their panties, sat on their chamberpots and filled it; as Khalida asked if adding some colostrum or milk to the urine could harm the twins, and Jamila answered no, all the co-wived also expressed their breasts into the pots, thus giving the urine the color of tea with milk.

The content of the chamber pots was poured into a giant enema bag, hung up to a pole; Jamila asked the twins whether they preferred to knee on the sofa, or to lay on their backs on a double bed while receiving the enema, and they answered, “On our backs.”

Jamila took care of inserting a She Shell vibrator into their vulva, the enema nozzle into their shared anus, and gave Dionaea the enema valve (and Cytherea the She Shell remote), telling them, “It’s up to you to start, check, stop the fluid and the vibrations. Don’t exaggerate, you needn’t prove anything.”

Cytherea asked, “Can we drink something before the enema? We are somewhat thirsty.”

“Of course,” Jamila answered, went behind them, and stooped in order to let her nipples enter their mouths. While Dionaea and Cytherea suckled Jamila’s milk, Khalida fondled and massaged Cytherea’s nipples, and Rashida Dionaea’s. In the meantime, Sharifa temporarily removed the vibrator and licked the twins’ labia and clitoris, fingered their vagina, and stirred the beaded enema nozzle within their anus.

When Jamila was done nursing, swapped place with Sharifa, and Khalida and Rashida swapped theirs. Then it was Khalida’s turn first, and then Rashida’s, to alternatively nurse the twins with their colostrum and stimulate their genitalia and anus, while Jamila and Sharifa kneaded the twins’ huge breasts, before putting the She Shell vibrator in place again..

“Why didn’t you suck our nipples,” the twins asked, and Jamila replied craftily, “Start, and you’ll learn.”

When Cytherea started the vibrator, and Dionaea opened the valve, Jamila and Rashida latched on Cytherea’s breasts, and Khalida and Rashida’s on Dionaea’s.

So the girls received complete stimulation, and were so distracted by the pleasure they were experiencing, that they let the bag completely empty into their butt, and when Sharifa noticed it, she proposed to pour a pint of tap water into the bag to rinse it thoroughly.

So the twins received much more fluid than expected, and they had to be carried to the toilet bowl with the nozzle in the butt — and it was Jamila who dared remove it and smear her hands with the bowel content.

When the girls were done, Jamila filled a douche with water, and gave them another enema while licking their clit; so did Sharifa, then Khalida and Rashida, until the fluid getting out of their anus was as clean as the fluid that had gone into.

So the twins could now receive their much coveted Scorpion Stinger vibrator, which kept its promise, giving them absolute bliss.

It was also their turn to wear the purple ribbon — signaling that they wanted to enjoy orgasm alone, while Jamila and Sharifa on a sofa, and Khalida and Rashida on another, had sex together, paying only token attention to the twins.

Jamila wanted to give them another present — two couples of nipple stimulators. “They’re somewhat effective,” she explained, “But using them means wetting our clothes with milk or colostrums, since we are now either nursing or pregnant, so we have discontinued them. Would you like to test them?”

The twins accepted, but Jamila added, “I need an enema now, because I have to wear the Scorpion Stinger, as Zayan is coming home and my butt must be ready for him. Could you please give me your urine?”

The twins peed into the bag, then Sharifa did, and then even Khalida and Rashida volunteered — for the first time. “We love the idea of sharing our bodily fluids,” they explained.

Jamila preferred to receive the enema while stooping down the sofa, and the twins proposed to suckle her breasts while she was taking the fluid into her butt. Jamila accepted, while Sharifa kneeled between her legs and licked her clit — while Khalida and Sharifa, who used to suckle Jamila’s breasts in this predicament, in lieu of the Siamese twins, asked her the permission to suckle their four breasts, while their hands reached for their vulva.

Sharifa didn’t love anal stimulation, but when Jamila’s butt was thoroughly rinsed, and she could wear the Scorpion Stinger as well, she wore and activated a She Shell, and asked Jamila if even the twins could share their bliss.

Jamila didn’t refuse, obviously, so the twins experienced for the first time being both loved, cuddled and led to orgasm. Once they shared it with Jamila and Sharifa, they also shared it with Khalida and Rashida, thus creating a wonderful bond with all the four women.

But, as Zayan’s return time was approaching, and Jamila’s children needed nursing, their shared bliss had to be broken, and the twins came home — they greeted Zayan as he was getting out of his car while they were turning their motorbike on.

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Chapter 9.

I turned on the shower and looked down at my cock and balls for the first time since Lexi shaved me. Strange how it looked so much larger now. I guess that’s one reason guys liked to do it. Impress the women, I laughed to myself.

The water was warm and felt good as I lathered up my body, area by area. Working long and hard on this homestead had it’s affect on my muscle tone. I’m not one to stare in the mirror and flex my arms, but discovering that such a young woman found me sexually desirable caused me to flex them with pride.

Normally I would take this opportunity for a little self indulgence; however, that was no longer necessary. A simple call out loud to Megan or Lexi would create a stampede to satisfy my every need. Hands down, I was the luckiest guy in the world. I did an obligatory massage of my tool as I rinsed off my body. Wondering if I were right about whether a stampede would ensue, I opened the door and yelled out into the living room. “Does anyone want to dry me off?” Within seconds Megan and Lexi were both by my side smiling. Realizing how lucky I was, my cock reacted and stood erect. I handed each of them a towel and stood still as my body was dried from head to toe, with an extra bit of time spent on my middle.

“Dinner is ready. As hard as this may be for some of us, please put on some clothes.” Megan said as she snapped her towel toward me. Lexi laughed and then jump in surprise when I swatted her butt teasingly.

I put on boxers and Megan a satin robe. Lexi put on one of my t-shirts, but no panties. As always, dinner was wonderful. We tried to talk about other things, but every conversation came back to the new favorite pass-time in our family. Hedonistic sex. It was all pretty normal until Lexi mentioned that except for the night I took her virginity, I hadn’t actually had intercourse with her.

“Daddy, do you ever want to cum in my pussy like most men and women do?”

I looked over at Megan and she simply shrugged her shoulders. “Umm, Lexi, I’m sure you know what could happen if we did that, don’t you?”

“I could get pregnant. Yea Daddy, I know. Don’t you want more babies?”

If you had asked me a few days ago if I ever thought of fucking, let alone getting my little girl pregnant, you probably wouldn’t have lived long enough to hear my answer. That was simply repulsive in all of it’s implications. Now I no longer had any basis for bearing. What was right, what was wrong. Up or Down? I no longer knew.

“Lexi, you know how many boundaries we have crossed and that it’s wrong, don’t you?” In spite of everything that was going on, I felt it was important to keep Lexi’s moral compass straight. I never wanted her to think what we were doing was acceptable, either by society, or legally. I hoped she understood. I looked over toward Megan hoping for her to jump in, but she sat back in her chair and had a smug grin on her face. Dang, that woman had the most manipulative personality I had ever met.

“Yes, Lexi. You could get pregnant. I don’t think you want that, do you?” I asked rhetorically.

“Actually Daddy, I do. I have thought about babies for a long time. I mean for many years. I just figured since I didn’t know any boys, it would never happen. I think that’s what made me the saddest. Babies are so cute, don’t you think so Daddy?”

“Yes, I do Lexi. Mommy and I tried for a long time to have another baby. You would have had a brother or sister. It just didn’t happen, so we accepted it.”

“Well, now maybe it can happen if I have a baby.” Lexi smiled at me like she was offering the greatest gift possible. I wasn’t sure what to say at this point. I didn’t want to destroy her enthusiasm completely, but obviously, this whole thing had gotten completely out of hand.

“Lexi, you know how much I love you. I just think at 18 years old; and…… well, you are a bit naive about the ways of the world. I think if you were to have a baby at this age, it might be something you will regret in the future.”

Lexi looked at me with puppy dog eyes, slowly lowering her head in rejection. This was a perfect example of opening of Pandora’s Box. It started when I failed to stand firm against the idea that Lexi be allowed to “cuddle” with Megan and I in our bed. That lead to my molestation of her virgin breasts and so on. Maybe this was God’s way of punishing me also. He knows how I would do anything to make Megan and Lexi happy, even when it conflicted gaziantep minyon escort bayan with my own happiness. Was this His way of letting me know that sometimes it’s best to “just say ‘No?'”

Finally Lexi looked up, but not at me, her Mother. “Mommy, I liked the feeling of having Daddy’s thing inside of me. Please can’t we do that?”

Megan had no choice but to respond. Her smug look disappeared. She suggested that if Lexi stopped talking about having a baby, Daddy might be more willing to fuck her. That caused Lexi to giggle, “I like the word fuuuuuck” she said emphasizing the first syllable.

Lexi climbed up into my lap and placing her mouth only an inch from mine asked, “Daddy, will you fuuuuuuck me if I stop talking about babies?” When she said the word “fuck” as she did, it caused her to breath into my mouth in the most sensual way you could possibly imagine. She then stuck her tongue out slightly and shifted it back and forth a few times as she moistened her lips. Then she leaned closer to me and licked my slightly parted dry lips with her tongue. It was too much. My cock was straining against the thin material of my boxers into her bare butt cheeks. I lifted Lexi into my arms and carried her up the stairs to her bed. The look of lust overtook her face as though she were close to ecstasy.

I sat Lexi on her bed and pulled my t-shirt over her head. Without being told, she lay back on the bed. I removed my boxers and my hard cock jerked when freed. Almost instinctively, Lexi reached over with her right hand and took a hold of her stuffed teddy bear. She pulled it to her chest, at the same time she covered her smooth pussy with her left hand as if expecting to protect herself from what was about to happen. Her eyes never broke focus with mine. They were glazed over from lust and she slightly bit her bottom lip letting me know she was playing a coy game with me. As her left hand remained covering her pussy, she slightly spread her legs enough to let me know she wasn’t as innocent as she was pretending to be.

I walked over to the foot of her bed and climbed on it in a kneeling position above her. My cock stood proud in front of me. I could smell the essence of her womanly odor as I spread her legs even further apart. I decided to see if I could get her to roleplay with me. Lexi had proven to be a very intelligent girl with an active imagination.

“Lexi, you know you have been a bad girl walking around the house in my t-shirt and without panties. I think you were trying to seduce your father, weren’t you?

Cupping both her teddy and pussy tighter, her words, “NO DADDY! I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Please don’t do this!” The serious look on her face frightened me for one split second. I had an almost a near death experience as I thought about what we had already done together. Had she changed her mind?

I realized how much fun I was going to have from now on when her teary eyes and expression were quickly replaced with the seductress in her. Something I had discovered mere days ago. She looked down at her pussy, causing my eyes to follow. She used the middle finger of her left hand, and inserted it into her moistness.

“I don’t think you are really sorry Lexi, are you? You are a woman now and I know you must have the needs of a sexual being. Do you feel the need to have something shoved deep within your virgin pussy? Do you Lexi?”

“No Daddy, I don’t. I’m really a good girl Daddy. You know I’m a good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, you are a good girl. You are also a sexy woman Lexi,” I reached down to pull her hand away from her pussy. S he held it firmly to her body.

“Oh Daddy please don’t do this. I’m your babygirl, remember? You’re scaring me Daddy.”

“Yes, you are my babygirl, but you’ve grown up so much. Look at your boobies. See how hard your pink little nipple is? That means even though you think you don’t want this to happen, your body does. Your body needs to be satisfied as a woman. Let Daddy look at your pussy babygirl.” I reached down again to pull her hand away to no avail. Again, I wondered if she was playing with me. If so, she could have won an award for Best Actress.

“Now sweetie, you know you must obey Daddy, don’t you?

Lexi nodded, but with her lips forming a pout as if ready to cry.

“You know Daddy won’t hurt you, but see how hard Daddy’s cock is? That is because nizip escort bayan of the way you walk around the house without panties. When you reach up to get a book on a high shelf, or bend over in front of Daddy pretending to pick something up off the floor, you are showing off your tight little pussy. You do that because you know Daddy gets turned on.” I lightly stroked my hairless cock and balls that Lexi had shaved earlier that day. “You know you are being naughty when you tease Daddy like that, don’t you?

“I didn’t mean to tease you Daddy. I just don’t like wearing panties anymore.” Lexi did her best to keep from breaking into a giggle.

“It’s ok Lexi if you don’t want to wear panties anymore. I don’t mind, but you know there is a price to pay. When you get Daddy hard because of your actions, it’s your obligation to take care of his male urges?” Now I was smiling at this silly dialog.

“What are male urges Daddy?” Lexi no longer tried to suppress her grin.

I could tell her resistance was down, so before she could continue her coy game. Never breaking eye contact with her, I reached down and pulled her hand away from her pussy. That was all it took. Lexi started laughing telling me I wasn’t playing fair and that I tricked her. Laughing harder, she rolled into the fetal position pretending to protect her virtue as I fell on top of her tickling her to make her laugh harder. I realized my hard cock had wedged itself between Lexi’s slender legs. That gave me the inspiration and I pulled back far enough to dislodge it, but still maintaining control of lexi by tickling, and my strength. I slowly pushed Lexi’s leg directly beneath me toward her chest. This exposed her tight little pussy just as I had hoped. I placed the tip of my cock between her pussy lips which caused her to jump and try to wiggle free, but with my strength, I kept her in place while the rest of my cock eventually found its way deep into her moist pussy.

“You said you wanted to try all of the Kamasutra positions, didn’t you babygirl? Well this is a very good one to get started with.

“Oh Daddy, that feels so deep. Fuuuuck Meeeeeee. Please go slow so I can enjoy it a long time.” Lexi said, panting. I started squeezing her nipples, as I continued to thrust slowly enjoying my own pleasure.

I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out. Spending the last 20 minutes with her teasing and taunting me. Her nubile body splayed before me knowing how much she wanted to be fucked. Now her tight pussy was contracting against my cock as though it wanted to milk it of my sperm. My baby making sperm. I looked down at Lexi. Her innocence and longing to please me. Her long blond hair, fair smooth skin. I wondered how I could refuse her anything, even that of having my baby.

“Oh gawd Daddy, this feels awesome.” Lexi began to meet my thrusts.

“Lexi, I want you to rub your tiny clitty for me, ok? It will help you cum faster.”

“Ok Daddy.”

It didn’t take much stimulation of her clit to send her exploding into orgasm which, of course, set mine off also. Shot after shot of my cum was deposited into Lexi’s body as she thrashed about unabated for several seconds. I remained hard inside of her as I watched in wonderment knowing I gave her such pleasure. The mere thought that the seed I dumped into her womb could result in my baby having my baby kept me erect.

I decided to see how long I could keep her orgasms going, and whether I was still man enough to make another deposit so soon after my last. Thrust after thrust. “Oh gawd, stop Daddy….. Please don’t stop….. Oh fuuuuck me. Don’t… Please stop.” She was out of her mind at the moment, unsure of whether she wanted me to stop. The pain… the pleasure swept over her again and again. For the first time, I became aware of the squeaking of the bed frame. It caused me to remember there was a time when we had to mask such noises in this household. That was no longer the case. Those noises now meant pleasure was being experienced in complete openness.

I looked down at Lexi and she was completely spent. Her eyes were closed and she lay there silent in a pool of sweet. I knew she wouldn’t be experiencing any more orgasms, but I was determined to finish the job I started. Without withdrawing, I pulled her leg over so that she was now on her back. She would be more comfortable while accommodating my continued use of her sweet body. We were now nurdağı escort bayan in missionary position. The friction caused by her tight pussy was minimized by now, totally soaked with our juices. I slowed my pace I could easily slide in and out of her. Lexi looked up at me, “I love you Daddy.” She then closed her eyes. I think she was thinking out loud, or maybe I imagined it, in barely a whisper she said, “I want a baby.” That statement, or the idea that she might have made that statement was enough to send what little cum I had left to be deposited where it might actually accomplish that goal. I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to her side, falling asleep next to Lexi.

Chapter 10.

“Wow, that young tight pussy sure has given you stamina.”

Megan’s words caused me to jump. I must have fallen into a deep sleep because my gut instinct was to be defensive, “It’s not what it looks like,” I said trying to cover my nude body with the bedspread covering Lexi’s bed, as though I had forgotten that Megan knew I was fucking our daughter. I finally became alert enough to realize everything was alright. I laughed, “Yea, I guess so,” I said looking over at Megan who was laying on the other side of Lexi’s body.

“She is so beautiful, isn’t she John?”

“Inside and out,” I smiled at Megan. “She is as sweet and giving as you sweetheart. I feel selfish keeping her to ourselves. Not only because she would make someone else a wonderful partner, but because she could attract a wonderful partner exclusively for herself.”

“You know John, I’ve been giving this a lot of thought these past few weeks, even before Lexi brought up how lonely she was. The world out there generally sucks. I know this sounds very bizarre considering what has been going on under this roof, but the majority of people out in the world lack any sort of moral compass or values. How many men would gladly fuck Lexi and not feel any guilt about breaking her heart? I have to say, most of them. I know we could all end up in jail if we were ever discovered, but barring that, I know you would give your life for Lexi and me. When you consider that truth, how can this be so wrong? Because society says it is? How often in human history has ‘society’ been wrong? Remember debtor’s prison, slavery, gay relationships?”

“Yea, I know,” I said before being interrupted by Lexi who had turned on her side facing her Mother.

“Mom, am I gay because I like pussy too? I mean I’ve played with yours and liked it, so I guess that means I like pussy.”

“Which do you like more? Daddy’s cock or my pussy?” Megan asked sounding so clinical.

Reaching behind her, Lexi massaged my limp cock, “I like this best!”

I know it is totally perverted to think what I was, but then again, wasn’t all of this. It made me feel boastful that this sweet girl loved receiving sexual pleasure from me.

“Then we could say you were bisexual with a preference for men.” Megan smiled.

Lexi smiled back at her Mom. “All of my muscles are sore. Can you and Daddy give me a massage?” Lexi asked. Not waiting for an answer, she rolled on to her stomach. Immediately I slapped her naked butt. “I think Daddy likes my butt Mommy.”

“I can understand why Lexi,” Megan said, smiling at me. “You start with her feet Daddy, I’ll rub her neck and shoulders.”

“Lexi, turn sideways on the bed so I can reach your head while Daddy does your feet.” Lexi complied without comment until she hit the ‘wet spot.’

“Oooo, the bed is wet.” Lexi jumped. Megan and I began laughing.

“You might as well get use to that Lexi, it’s called the ‘wet spot.’ It’s where you and Daddy made love. It’s the juices from your pussy and those of Daddy that have leaked out mixed together.” Megan explained. Lexi didn’t seem to really care as she found a dry spot and laid back on her stomach.

Although I was reluctant in the beginning, even feeling victimized, I could no longer claim to be innocent in this entire situation. I was totally infatuated with my little girl’s body. Her innocence. Her enthusiasm. As I rubbed her feet, I separated her legs nonchalantly. Her pussy was bright pink from all of the excitement of the day. Some of my cum, dried, coating the insides of her thighs. I looked up at Megan and she had been watching me the whole time. She threw me a lover’s kiss.

20 – 30 minutes later we had given Lexi a nice massage and tucked her into her own bed. Tonight was for Megan and me. It was spent with a nice shower together. A plate of cheese and bottle of wine. We talked about the future, and made love in front of the fireplace in my chair. We knew we had a perfect life. We just didn’t know if we should sacrifice what we had so that Lexi could live a more normal life. Did Lexi really want a “normal” life. She had nothing to compare her life to.

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David had just got home when he heard the shower upstairs. He walked upstairs and saw the bathroom door open. He looked inside quietly and saw his eighteen year old daughter, Chace, fingering herself in the shower. He licked his lips and stared at his daughter. He felt his cock rise in his pants. Damn, he thought. It shouldn’t have turned him on see his daughter in the shower but it did.

He walked down the hallway to his room and closed the door behind him. He never felt this way before and he hadn’t seen a woman naked in years. He pulled out his cock and stroked himself and moans softly think about his daughter in the shower. He hoped that she hadn’t seen him looking at her from the doorway. He sits on the bed and laid back and stroked himself good. He thought of his daughter putting her hands on his cock and stroking him.

He heard the shower go off and stroked himself faster and faster and cum on the floor. He grabbed a towel and cleaned it up. He zipped up his pants and licks his lips. He had to have his daughter. He wanted her to want him as he wanted her. He walked out of the bedroom and saw Chace walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. He gulped.

She smiled and looked at him. “Hey, Dad. It’s nice to see that your home,” she said and walked into her bedroom and closed the door. She took a deep breath and thought of her father. When she was seventeen she caught him jacking off in the shower and bedroom. She wanted him so bad and she acted like nothing happen. So she went out one day and brought a vibrator so it felt like a cock inside her but she still wanted her father to fuck her.

She put on her black strapless dance and walked downstairs. “Dad, want to go out to dinner tonight,” she said as she smiled at him.

He nodded. “Sure…” he said and gazed up and down his daughter’s hot body. She looked beautiful gaziantep manken escort bayan in that black strapless and it heated his cock up and hard. “Umm, baby girl, where do you want to eat tonight?”

She smiled as she knows that her father couldn’t stop gazing up and down her body. She blushed. “We can go to Blood Hard.” When she said ‘Hard’, his cock grow bigger and harder.

He smiled and looked into her hazel eyes. “Sure, baby girl,” he said and grabbed his keys and took his daughter’s hand.

They walked out to the car and got in. He started the car and drove to Blood Hard and he let her have a glass of wine. He drove home and took her hand. She smiled at him. “Dad that was so much fun. We have to do it again soon,” she said. She knows that she would seduce him tonight and hope to succeed. He walked her into the house and they sit on the couch. He clapped his hands and the lights come on.

He turned and looked at his daughter. He runs his fingers through her loose hair. “You look so beautiful in that dress, Chace,” he said and leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Chace growled. She didn’t want him to kiss her forehead. She wanted him to kiss her lips like a lover. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth. She intertwined his tongue with hers and leans back against the couch. She closed her eyes and pulled him on top of her with sweet heated pleasure between them.

He pulled back and stares at her. “Chace, what are you doing,” he said, as he looked down at her with a gentle smile on his lips.

She looked up at him. “I’m giving us what we both want,” she said and pulled up her dress. She saw him look down and stared at her bare shaved pussy. She watched him lick his lips and gaziantep masaj yapan escort bayan return his gaze to her. “I’ve know you being wanted me, Dad. I’ve wanted you for a year now. So please make you’re little girl’s dreams come true.” She looked at him with a smile on her face.

He leaned down and kissed her lips again with more passion. He ran his fingers through her hair and intertwined his tongue with hers. He moaned softly as he felt her hands run up and down his chest. He looked into her beautiful and they sparked like stars in the night sky. Chace was so good damn beautiful, he thought. He slides his hands down her body and took the hem of her dress. He pulled up and took off her dress and throws it on floor. He looked up and down her naked body. “You’re so beautiful, baby girl, I love your body,” he whispered.

She took off his shirt and throws in on the floor. She kisses his shoulders and down his chest. She could feel his hard cock against her bare stomach and moaned softly. “Oh Dad,” she whispered and kissed lower down his chest. She heard him groan and moan deep in his throat. She giggled softly.

He pulled back and stood up. He gathers her in his arms and carried upstairs to his bedroom. He closed the door and laid her on the bed. He leaned down and sucked on her breast slowly. He flicked his tongue across her nipple making it hard and nibble on her nipple softly. He heard her moan and gasp softly and continued what he was doing. He loved hearing his little girl moan.

She pulled his head up and kissed him again. She moved her hands lower down his chest and unbutton his pants and pulled them down. She leaned up and took off his pants and boxers and throws them on the floor. She got on her knees and pushes him into a sitting position. She leaned gaziantep masöz escort bayan down and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked him slowly and stroked him gently.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the mattress and moaned. He runs his fingers through his daughter’s hair. She groaned in her throat as she took him deep into her mouth. She could feel his cock hit the back of her throat. She always gave her boyfriend a deep throat blow job and that’s what she was going to give to her daddy. She stroked him and sucked him. He moaned out her name.

She massaged his balls in her other hand and gasp. She pulled back and flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock. She heard him moan and smiles then took his cock back in her mouth. She sucked him hard and stroked him fast.

“OH, Baby, I’m going to cum,” he cried out. She pulled back and looks at him and stood up. She leaned over him and whispered, “Not yet, I want you to come into my pussy, Dad.” She straddled her father’s cock and moaned softly.

He moved his hands up her stomach and cupped her breast and thumbed her nipples. She tossed her head back and cries, “Oh yes, Fuck me, Yes, Dad, Oh god.” He loved how his baby girl talked as he was fucking her. He thrust up into take his cock deeper into her pussy. She moaned and cries out his name as a lover would.

He spin her on her back and fuck her hard and fast. She cried out louder and pulled his head to her breast. He sucked his baby girl’s breast and flicked his tongue across her hard nipple. She screamed out, “Oh dad, I’m going to cum.”

He pulled back and looked down at her, “So am I, Baby.” He thrust harder and faster into her pussy. She screamed and come to an orgasm, screaming his name loud. He screamed her name and come in her sweet tight pussy. He pulled out of her and lay beside her.

She rolled on her side and rested her head on his chest. “Oh, Dad, That was the best sex, I have ever had,” she said. She kissed his chest and stroked her hand up and his chest softly.

He groaned, “Careful, baby.” She smiled and laid her head back and closed her eyes. He stroked her hair softly and kisses her head. “Thank you, baby girl,” he whispered. She breathed heavily as she slept in his arms. He closed his eyes and went to sleep himself.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

This story is entirely fantasy. All depicted persons having sex are 18 years or over. The term ‘girl’ does not indicate the lady in question being under age.

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My blonde kid sister Debbie is a real hottie. And a popular one. She was one of the captains of the cheerleader squad at our high school. More than two years younger than me, even my classmates always thought she was the hottest chick in town. Secretly I agreed with them.

Deb is not only extremely beautiful, a smoking hot scorcher, like our mom, she’s also a smart cookie. It was a no-brainer she went to uni after graduating with straight A’s. Deb is now in her freshman year, studying psychology with a minor in biology. She’s very proud her professor is the famous sex therapist Natalia McMillan.

Deb called me Friday night two weeks ago, sounding a little bit distressed: “Dan, can I drop by? I really need your help!”

“What’s wrong kiddo?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I have a favour to ask you, bro. I’ll come over and explain.”

“All right, sure kiddo, anytime!”

Fifteen minutes later she rang my bell. Her face was slightly red and she was panting lightly from rushing over. She crashed on my sofa.

“Now what is it you need me for, kiddo?”

“Stop it Dan, I’m not your little kid sister anymore! I’m eighteen now and an A-grade student. And besides, you’re only two years older.”

“Alright Deb. What favour do you need?”

“You ever heard of Sigma-Iota-Gamma?”

Did I ever, sure I had. There were lots of rumours around this most notorious sorority at our uni. Maybe I could find out whether the rumours contain any trace of truth.

“Maybe.”

“Well, I’m a pledge now of ?-?-?. Natalia, my professor, invited me. She says it will give me a big advantage for my future prospects. She sees my potential, and she hinted I might eventually step into her footsteps.”

“That’s a big trust I believe, something you should not throw in the wind lightly. So, you’re going to be a member of ?-?-?! Isn’t that the most sought after Greek letter organisation?”

“Yes I think so. You know what ?-?-? stands for?”

“No.”

“Sigma-Iota-Gamma means Sharing is caring. The members of ?-?-? share. They share a lot. Natalia suggested even themselves, and occasionally their friends, their partners…”

It’s even more sordid than I could have imagined.

“Geez, Deb! And where comes my help into the picture?”

“Please hear me out Dan. As a pledge they need to test my willingness to obey and if I’m trustworthy. I promised to participate in the next challenge night. I’m afraid that’s tomorrow…”

Silence.

“I must provide the entertainment for one night. But I really need your help here Dan. Now if you can’t, I’ll understand, that’s fine; then I won’t join ?-?-?, but that’s okay… I think. But if you breach my trust, if you leak any information about ?-?-?, if you tell á-ní-óne, my life will be ruined. And probably yours as well…”

“Uh, okay I guess.”

“They expect me to bring a man to share with them. And they mean share literally I’m afraid. I understand that at the Share Nights one sister shares her friend with the sisterhood. The shared man is obliged to give his services to every sister who wants to enjoy his talents.”

“Well, why did you think of me?”

“Uh, you do like the ladies! I heard from Barbara, from our cheerleader squad, that you do have a solid cock, your quote-unquote “magical pillar” as she called it. She always bragged about your stamina and how you fucked her pussy raw and giving her multiple orgasms.”

“I have to admit she does have first-hand experience with my member. I have good memories myself of boning that cunt! Oops, sorry for my language sis, I got a little bit carried away.”

“So I reckon you wouldn’t mind “boning” a few cute freshman chicks and quite a number of hot co-eds. And maybe even a few well known alumni. I was instructed the man to share needs to be well endowed and exhibit a real good stamina. He must have a “long big straight fuck stick” as they called it.”

I wondered if the sharing would mean that Deb will have to fuck her ‘friend’ as well to make it a real sharing experience… If she hadn’t thought of this herself I for sure wasn’t going to raise the question and maybe give her cold feet… I decided that I would indeed fuck my sister if it should come to that. Hell, I would even count that as a bonus!

“Don’t worry kiddo, my nine incher is way above average and straight as a torpedo. You don’t have to worry about whether I can deliver the desired performance. Just share me with this filthy sorority if you have to enrol!”

Deb was visibly relieved. And I wasn’t going to ruin this. I simply had to take this chance to get intimate with this bunch of hot students, no doubt some of the most sought after sex trophies.

“Yes, I’ll be discreet, and I for sure will not jeopardize your chances. The last thing I want is to stand between you and a bright professional future. If you want to become gaziantep kızıl escort bayan a ?-?-? I’ll support you all the way.”

“Thank you so much Dan!”

“Deb, you mentioned tomorrow: what time, where?”

“Eight o’clock, at the chapter lodge.”

THE CHAPTER LODGE

As we entered the hall of the chapter lodge we were greeted by a senior student.

“Welcome in the home of ?-?-?. I’m Samantha, the president of this sorority. Good to see you Debbie. I see you brought your friend! Very good.”

“This is Danny. I know him a long time and very well. I brought him for tonight’s festivities.”

“Hi Danny. Welcome. Tonight Debbie will try to advance from a pledge to a full member of ?-?-?. For this feat she has to produce a prime stud to share with our sisters. Now I reckon you are Debbie’s friend she wants to share with us.”

“Hi, yes I’m Danny. I’m ready to help Debbie out tonight.”

“Well, I need an oath from both of you that you won’t ever tell anyone anything of who and what you are about to see in our chapter room. And no matter what the outcome will be of tonight.”

“I agree with the procedure,” I said.

“Me too,” said Deb, “I acknowledge the rules which are in force tonight, whatever they are. I will do anything you’ll ask from me.”

“Very well, let’s move on and prepare you both for the chapter room. Please follow me to the second floor where we meet Carly and Chloe to assist you.”

We followed Sam upstairs on a central stately staircase, into a long corridor. At the end two senior co-eds awaited us. The first took Deb’s hand and pulled her through a door. The second did the same with me, leading me into a spacious bathroom.

“I’m Chloe, I suppose you’re Danny, Deb’s friend?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

Chloe stripped me completely out of my clothes and ran the shower.

“Clean yourself thoroughly, make sure you don’t leave any spot or nookie undone. You better take your time and do it well. I’m right outside the stall if you need any help.”

As I stepped out of the shower completely cleaned up I saw Chloe had set up a massage table. She wore a pink bathrobe with the letters ?-?-? embroidered on it.

“Hop on top big boy, on your back please.”

As soon as I lay flat on my back Chloe started to clip away my pubic hair with a small scissor. Then she applied a generous amount of shaving gel creating a nice frothy white mess in my crotch. Her manipulations stirred my cock and made it stand up.

“Very nice Danny, now I can shave your tool fast and thoroughly.”

And indeed within ten minutes my cock and balls got a complete close shave. Chloe applied an oily substance on my hardware, making it glisten all over. She slid a heavy cock ring over my balls, and then pushed and pulled my thick member through the ring as well, making my hard-on standing up very upright. She made me stand up and handed me a black bathrobe to wrap up my naked body. As we stepped outside the bathroom into the corridor Deb, Sam and Carly awaited us, all clothed in pink bathrobes embroidered with Greek letters.

THE CHAPTER ROOM

Deb and I were escorted to another flight of stairs leading up to the next floor, where we were led through a long narrow corridor ending in the middle of a dark room. Soft music played and a distinct scent hung in the air. After the first minute my eyes got a bit used to the light conditions, and started to see more of the room. We were in a circular room with a central round stage some twelve feet wide. Around the podium the floor rose with wide step-like landings all around the stage.

We had entered the room in the middle, right at the edge of the podium. Chloe walked me to the centre where a table of sorts had been erected. She made me lay down on top of it and my limbs were fixed in position with Velcro strips, making me completely immobile. Suddenly the stage was lit with several lights, showing everybody in the room my predicament. Sam, Deb and Carly stood at the door to the corridor.

“Tonight pledge Debbie wants to convert to our sisterhood,” Samantha said. “For this feat she brought a friend which she wants to share with all of us. Debbie, why do you want to become a member of Sigma-Iota-Gamma?”

“Because I know I still need so much to learn, besides of what I learn at the university from Mrs Rubicon. I don’t want to learn in the street, but prefer to do so from all of you right here.”

“Very well. You know you need to share a friend with us all.”

“Yes, I brought a friend. He’s willing to be shared with you.”

“A friend, Debbie? Is he your boyfriend?”

“Uh, I know him very well Samantha. But we never had sex, if that’s what you want to know. However, my best friend did. She tells me he’s the best lay she’s ever had. I know she’s really very experienced, so I trust her.”

“Have you told Danny what will happen tonight?”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to, but I hinted him there could be sex involved tonight.”

“‘There gaziantep köle escort bayan could be sex involved’, I like that one! I appreciate your frankness Debbie, and I would not have expected otherwise from a pledge nominated by Natalia herself. Now Danny, let me assure you quote-unquote “there will be sex involved tonight”! Please Chloe, give Danny his party pill now.”

Chloe put a blue pill between my lips saying “you probably think at this moment you don’t need any stimulant of chemical enhancer. Our experience is that you do… well, maybe I should say that we need it.”

She put her lips on mine and pushed the pill with her tongue inside. I swallowed. Chloe’s mouth descended again on my mouth. Now her tongue entered between my lips and started a duel with mine. I answered her action and it was great!

Carly took Deb’s hand, brought her next to my side and started to make out. With her left hand behind Deb’s head she forced my sister to participate in her action. Deb’s initial hesitation confirmed my suspicion she was not used to woman love, but she turned out to be a fast learner. Carly’s right hand went down over Deb’s back and around her hip to her front, sneaking inside the bathrobe. The robe got a bit loose. From my vantage point I got a glimpse of Deb’s pussy. The blonde curly pubes I always imagined there were absent. Her box was absolutely clean shaven bald and glimmered from oil. Carly’s middle finger dipped inside her tight slit collecting some of her essence. Retrieving her finger she put it between Deb’s lips so she could taste herself. A second dipping in Deb’s honeypot resulted in a syrup coated finger which Carly put on my lips. I didn’t hesitate and sucked her finger inside to taste my sisters love juice. I was in heaven, and my little friend acknowledged its agreement.

Carly put her right hand again on Deb’s pussy and started to slide her fingers through the wet folds. She ended with two fingers inside the wet pussy and her thumb right on the clit, strumming Deb’s senses. Meanwhile their kissing got really fierce and passionate. Before long Debbie gave in and lost herself in a small orgasm, probably her first induced by a woman.

Meanwhile Chloe got me out of my bathrobe. It was not a standard robe. It actually consisted of three parts that could be easily taken apart. Before I knew it I was completely stripped. I lay on the back part of the robe which now was nothing more than a towel.

I got distracted by Chloe’s mouth. She engulfed my fierce rod and started some serious deep-throating. Boy, was this co-ed experienced! I forced my mind to keep watch on Debbie. I didn’t want to miss one second of the sexual antics she was involved in. Would I ever get another chance to see my sister in sexual heat? Offcource this turned out to be pointless. But seeing my sister getting introduced to lesbian joys and reaching sexual heights enhanced my horniness and my love for my sister.

The effect of my party pill was not yet noticeable, but I appreciated that its merits would be needed before the night was over. I was under serious attack from a hot energetic chick. I gritted my teeth, but as my ordeal was intensified and prolonged I understood that Chloe’s goal was to get me over the edge and make me come. That realization made me let go and I gave in to the glorious feelings she induced in my body. She raced me to a mind blowing sexual height. The extraordinary cock sucking talents of this true pro made me tip over the edge and fill her throat with my first load of hot creamy seed. I rode the waves of pleasure until I came down again from an intense orgasm.

Carly had got my sister off as well. The fingering of Deb’s pussy combined with the manipulation of her clit made her like wax in Carly’s hands. Deb was no game for a seasoned pussy handler Carly is and before long she gave in and enjoyed a shrieking orgasm. Her first induced by another girl. After the release Carly forced Deb’s head towards my crotch.

“Time to clean up your friend. Your present to us looks not presentable right now. Be a good girl and fix him good so we all can start enjoying him as well.”

The pill kicked in, and my own sister slobbering on my cock was an immense feeling. I thought I saw tears welling up in Deb’s eyes, hopefully from joy. After finishing her cleaning job Deb winked at me and her face thawed into a smile.

I managed to get slightly upright and take a look around the room. Around the central stage were two rows of seats on circular concentric platforms. There were maybe some thirty spectators, all female in pink robes. I noticed Samantha had taken a seat on the front row, right between Natalia Rubicon, Deb’s acclaimed professor, and, By Jove… the dean of the university, the presumed pristine Miss Diana McCullough. Was I into surprises tonight. Diana being here meant no doubt she was also an alumna of ?-?-?, and therefore most certainly a practitioner of the art of sharing.

After Deb and I had our orgasms all females present discarded their robes. gaziantep kumral escort bayan Without exemption all sported clean shaven pussies, from the youngest cute freshman to the oldest alumna. All were perfect examples of sheer beauty. I was surrounded by a bunch of hot co-eds fresh and mature all eager to get intimate with their newest fuck stud.

“Debbie, good you’ve just cleaned your friend’s tool with your mouth! It’s good to see you are intimate with the one you want to share with us. But before you do share him I suggest you now first mount him yourself… Yes, show us you’ve got what it takes to participate in our share feasts. Can you let go completely in front of your sisters? Sharing is one thing, performing the carnal act in front of your peers is quite another. We need to know if you can do both: We want you to show us how fuckable you think your fuck stud really is. Is he worthy to be shared with all of us? Show us!”

I was glad I had fucked Deb’s friend Barbara all those years ago, and that she had liked my fucking too. The co-leader of Deb’s cheerleader squad proved to be the key to this carnal heaven I now found myself in. The dream I never knew I had come true; my own kid sister was climbing on top of the contraption I was bound to. Standing above me with her feet besides my head she lowered her crotch slowly towards my face. Staring upward I saw Deb licking her lips as her baby smooth pussy neared my mouth. That thin tiny slit of my kid sister showed some sticky fluid seeping out from between the lips. Deb was clearly anticipating this fusion of our genitals just as much as I did. That first time you enter a new pussy is o so special. It’s even more special if that twat belongs to someone you’ve known a very long time and you’ve coveted for years, if it is your sister’s.

The first touchdown of Deb’s cooch on my lips, jeez, what can I say. I’ll never forget it as long as I shall live. The taste of honey seeping from her box right onto my tongue is edged in my brain. Deb pushed her minge on my nose forcing her scent to seep deep inside. It was an instant addiction. I’ll smell her intoxicating fragrance for ever in my nostrils, making my soul longing her sex.

Her horny cunt rose up and nestled again down on my crotch, pushing itself over my rock hard rod. The puffed up outer pussy lips touching my crown and slowly opening to let my penis slide inside is the best view I’ve seen in my entire life. To feel those cunt lips gluing themselves to my hot rod, embracing my shaft as it slowly sank inside my sister’s core…

Before long Deb was crying openly. Tears ran down her cheeks as she happily bounced up and down my cock in sweet pleasure. She was definitely not a virgin. I was annoyed I didn’t know who she’d done it with. It certainly wasn’t me. But now we were, and I loved it. And even better: Deb loved it too! Although she hadn’t imagined doing it with her own brother, we did now and we did it in front of her soon to be sisters of the ?-?-? sorority. Her fate within ?-?-? was sealed with her perfect performance on top of my spear. I didn’t come, but Deb creamed big time making my boner slick again.

After she had dismounted me Carly got on top and drove me home in her grotto. It was the beginning of a crazy fuck fest. As Carly buried my snake inside her snatch some other hot cunt shoved her soaking pussy in my face. She sat her box right on top of my mouth making me eat her flowing essence. Sheer heaven. The event changed into a misty chain of willing pussies taking possession of my mouth and cock.

An endless row of pussies were pushed onto my face, grinding my mouth and rubbing my nose making my head run wild. A lot of tight co-ed cunts attacked my cock and devoured my manhood in an endless array of female flesh. All chicks were eager to receive my weapon, both between their facial lips and their nether lips. I didn’t complain, and besides, it would have been futile. A dream come true I imagined myself in nirvana.

A crazy fuck fest was underway. Because of my first release and the effects of the party pill I showed an endurance I never knew before. But until this night I never had the need for a strength like this, the need to endure like I had to this night.

I loved the sexual intimacy with mature chicks like Natalia, but I simply went crazy from the many tight co-eds that all imposed themselves onto my manhood.

Every student’s dream is to stick his dick in many a co-ed’s cooch. My dreams had come true big time. I lost count of the pussies that were pushed in my face and I was made to eat, the sharp bullet nipples that scraped my torso, and off course the many slits that sank over my rod and tried to milk me dry.

And I lived out some bonus dreams I never dared to admit to myself I had.

Seeing my sister naked! Seeing my sister naked with a bald beaver!! Seeing my sister naked with her bald beaver speared on top of my rod!!

It was a night of many firsts. First time Deb shared me with her friends (and there will be more times to follow). First time Deb was intimate with girls (I believe in SIG it might become a habit). First time I witnessed Deb having an orgasm (so fucking adorable). First time Deb witnessed me having an orgasm (and that makes it a completely different experience). First time I had sex with more than two girls on the same night (and do I love that!) And… the first time Deb and I fucked each other… and as for me definitely not the last time!

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Sex with My Stoner BBW Cousin Ch. 04

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CONTINUED FROM PART 3

As my cousin/girlfriend Megan and I continued to passionately kiss, we held each other very tightly, and the fronts of our bodies clung together, my hard on returned very quickly. But her parents would be home soon and had the weekend off, which sharply decreased the chances that Megan and I would get to have sex again before I went home on Sunday. And she suddenly stopped the kiss with a big smile.

“Hey Buddy! I want us to keep this going, but there’s something that if we don’t do now, we probably won’t get to do it this weekend!”

“What’s that?!” I asked.

“Get you your first tattoo! Come on; let’s shower together and get dressed!”

I’d been looking forward to getting some tattoos for several years, and was excited about finally getting my first. And even more so, I was excited about my first shower with Megan. And it was about an hour before her parents would likely get home, so Megan and I felt content to not hurry too much. “Go get the water set however you like it, and I’ll call and schedule the appointment!” she said. “I’ll be right in to join you!”

I set the water a little more hot than cold. Just a few seconds later, Megan entered with a big smile. “We have an appointment for seven!” she said. She kahramanmaraş escort bayan then took me by the hand, slid the door completely open, stepped into the tub, and guided me in. Once there, we tightly embraced and passionately kissed while my hard on was sandwiched between our bellies and we got splashed with the semi-hot water. The kissing quickly got very intense and she began rubbing her right sole up and down my legs.

A few seconds later, my cousin also began grinding her cunt fast and hard against my thighs, to the point that it hurt a little, but was very well worth it. While keeping my right arm tightly wrapped around her, I slid my left hand down between her legs and started working her swollen clit. Her body almost instantly began trembling as her tongue speed went to maximum level, as did mine in response.

After just a few seconds, she tightly gripped the soap dish with her right hand while keeping her left arm wrapped around me, and hooked her right leg around my left leg while keeping her left foot flat on the floor. Feeling how horny she still was, even after all the sex we’d already shared in the previous 24 hours, my horniness increased as well. I shifted my middle finger kapalı gaziantep escort bayan into overdrive, going as fast as possible. Just a few seconds later, as steam covered the walls and mirrors, Megan began shaking violently. She took her mouth away from mine and screamed at the top of her lungs in orgasmic pleasure, shifted her ass away from me, grabbed my left hand with her right hand, forcefully pulled my hand away, then shoved me to the floor with both hands.

I landed on my back, and my cousin straddled me while facing away from me. As I grasped and stared obsessively at her ultra-soft soles, she grabbed my cock with her right hand, put it inside her, and rode me reverse cowgirl style. It was like she was riding the mechanical bull. Going has fast as she could, she not only fucked the entire length of my cock with every thrust, she also moved her waist so that she would get the maximum pleasure from the penetration. Though her roughness again hurt my thighs a little, the pleasure from the fuck was amazing, and heightened by my experiencing her soles.

Throughout the fuck, my cousin’s cunt contracted several times. She screamed hysterically at first, then after a couple of minutes kaliteli gaziantep escort bayan sounded exhausted and began crying out “Buddy!” then taking a deep breath, crying out “Buddy!” again, taking another deep breath, and repeating the process over and over. As the water splashed on her 40DD knockers, I lay back and enjoyed my cousin totally fucking the shit out of me while I savored the two most awesome sites in the universe, her soles.

After about five minutes, I felt my orgasm begin. In my three fucks so far, this was the longest I’d held it by far. “Buddy, I’m gonna come!” I gasped.

“Oh yeah, shoot that load inside your cousin, Buddy!” she replied.

I did so, having my best orgasm yet, and in the process gasped at the top of my lungs, while she returned to out of control screaming. After I finished coming, she kept riding me just as hard until I got very soft, at which point, she fell forward and laid on her front, struggling to catch her breath.

Then I decided to do what I’d been longing to do for four years, having masturbated literally thousands of times while fantasizing about it. I got up on my knees, rolled my cousin over onto her back, grabbed her right foot with both hands, lifted the sole to my face, and completely worshipped the fucking shit out of it, while the water splashed onto her knees. I kissed the sole thousands of times all over, and also spent lots of time licking and sucking it. Then after a few minutes, I gave the same treatment to her left sole.

That worshipping was even hotter than I expected it to be, and I quickly realized that I could do it forever and never get tired of it.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Momma Bear

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Once in a while, I write a story that is partially from my own life experience, and this is one of those. It’s not a stroke story, although there is sex in it. Mostly, it’s a look at two mature people and the reasons why, even with strong mutual attraction, they can’t stay together.

I won’t be reading comments written about this story. I quit doing that after getting flamed for some early stories by people hiding behind the “anonymous” mask. I don’t care to read indictments of me personally just because someone didn’t like what a character in my story did. But I will read and respond to emails about this story or any other. It takes a bit of courage to write to an author, but it takes only a coward to leave anonymous slander.

*****

I’ve been widowed for a few months now. Some people say you have to wait a year or more to begin dating after your mate dies, but at 64, time is precious. I retired to take care of my wife, and I’d watched her deteriorate for 14 months, so I was ready to get on with life. Besides, she didn’t want me to shrivel up and be miserable.

It’s not that I am desperate for a woman, but I do enjoy the company of intelligent women, and my life these days is mostly solitary. I also still like sex, and for various reasons, my wife of nearly 30 years had not been able to have normal intercourse for over 10 years. Oh, we found other things to do, but it had been a long time since I’d felt that unmatched feeling of sliding my full length into a warm wet pussy. As the saying goes, I’m old but I’m not dead.

So, when I met Susan on a dating site, my fantasy life started to ramp up. When I met her in person, I was incredulous that such a person was out there and unattached. No, she wasn’t a skinny, ravishing beauty. Actually, she was pretty far from that physical description. A nice face, quite a bit of extra weight, hair that had no hint of gray, and a year older than myself. She had been widowed for five years.

It turned out that we had quite a few acquaintances in common. She rents a room in the home of a couple. He is someone I’ve known since the mid 1970s, and she is Susan’s best friend. Susan dated at least one man I knew pretty well in years past, and we found all kinds of social connections going back as many as 40 years ago. We may have actually been at the same parties in those days, but we never met.

She had always been involved in the arts as an actress and playwright, and as everyone should know, that is a recipe for poverty in your old age. Her Social Security check is insultingly small, and she has no savings. Despite that, she gives the impression of self sufficiency, although her life is on the precipice. The art she creates these days is exciting and demonstrates a lot of talent, but it is not being hung in galleries or selling for vast amounts of money. Truth be told, she is really set up for disaster. She needs, as well as deserves, someone to take care of her.

Susan is almost bereft of family. She has lost all her relatives except for the daughter she bore in her late 30’s. I knew they were incredibly close, although I didn’t realize all the ramifications of that closeness. Susan, I found out too late, is a real Momma Bear.

Savannah, the daughter, is also in the art world, which in practical terms means she works a variety of waitressing jobs to support herself. Savannah is a 26 year old beauty and talented singer/songwriter/performer. None of that translates to economic security.

Savannah should be married to a lawyer or banker by now. She is about 5’9″, with dark red hair, beautiful skin, and a face so beautiful it would stop you in your tracks. However, she suffers from self-image problems. Her shyness is interpreted by eligible men her age as haughtiness and unapproachability. The only guys with enough courage to pursue her are the ones who hit on every woman. Consequently, she winds up getting hurt, which contributes to her low self-image.

(Let me stop here and tell you that I don’t get involved with the daughter in this story. It’s the mom I love. If you’re looking for that hookup to happen, it won’t. After all, this is a story based on reality, not male fantasy.)

Younger folks probably won’t appreciate this fact as much as I do, but you have to be mentally in sync with your lover or your relationship will be miserable and probably not last long. Sex is very important, but you only spend a fraction of your time making love to a lover. The rest of the time, you have to talk about something, go places together, watch the same movies, cook and clean together, and do all those other activities together. The best sex in the world is worth very little if you have to spend your life with someone you despise in order to keep the sex going.

Susan is someone with whom I could happily spend every waking minute. We both hate sports. We have the same political beliefs. We’re spiritual but don’t subscribe to any religion. We read books on different subjects gaziantep yabancı escort bayan and teach each other what we learn. We appreciate the same kinds of movies. She had the potential to become my best friend, and we hadn’t even kissed.

I didn’t push the physical part because the mental part was so good that I was afraid to mess things up. For several weeks we dated, and I never made a move. We were going out up to five nights a week, and I hadn’t even tried to give her a peck at the door when I dropped her off. Then one night as I dropped her off, she put her arms around me and gave me a good solid kiss as I opened her front door. My old cock got hard in seconds. We said a few words, and I watched her walk in smiling, and she closed the door.

From then on, we would hug and kiss often. Typically, we’d be sitting on the couch after a movie ended, and I’d hold her and kiss her gently, never making a move to touch her in one of the “danger zones”. One night fairly early on in our relationship, we had this conversation:

“Sweetie, if you don’t stop me, I’m going to keep going. I love to kiss you, and I want more. Actually, I want all of you. But I love being with you, so I will do whatever it takes to keep seeing you.”

“Steve, I want us to have a sexual relationship, too. But I’m scared. I’m scared for you to see my body, and I’m scared to risk my feelings. I think you’re a great guy, and I can’t believe my luck after all this time. I had given up on finding a guy like you. Just give me some time. I really want us to have a playful sex life together.”

That last bit has stuck with me, the bit about being playful. I think I may have finally learned what she meant by it, but the word struck me as odd at the time.

Finally, Susan let me know that she was ready to move our romance to the bedroom. I did things up right. There were flowers, a light meal with candle light and mood music, a romantic movie, and some kissing and cuddling on the couch before I led her by the hand to my bedroom. There, with fresh sheets on the bed and a candle on the bedside table, I undressed her and eased her into bed, with many kisses to her face and shoulders. To be safe, I’d dropped a Viagra an hour earlier, although I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be required.

You know how this goes, I’m sure. Our hands roamed over each other’s naked body, I kissed her voluptuous tits, and I began working my way down to the ultimate prize. In my marriage, cunnilingus had always been a part of lovemaking. In later years, it was as close as I got to intercourse. My wife loved how I ate her, and I was sure I could give Susan satisfaction with my mouth. I got as far as her navel before she stopped me.

“No, please, not that.”

There followed a short discussion wherein she told me that oral sex tickled too much, and that she didn’t want me to do it. She said she was happy to take me in her mouth, if I liked, but she didn’t want the favor returned. I asked for just a taste, thinking I could win her over if I showed her my fantastic technique, but she declined.

There went that plan. What was I supposed to do now? My tongue was my ace in the hole, so to speak. It was my best shot at making her so horny she would be hooked on me, and now that shot was, well, shot. So, I fell back on a little finger action while she gently stroked me, her hands lubed up and feeling delicious. Soon, there was nothing more to do but put my cock in her.

Susan seemed to be enjoying things as I slid inside her. She moaned softly, closing her eyes and turning her head up and to the side. I moved slowly, mindful of the fact that older women have very tender pussies, and that Susan probably hadn’t been with a man for some time. I had the nerve to whisper to her, “What can I do for you, honey?”

Never opening her eyes, she raised her arms above her head and said, “You can just pretty much take me and have your way with me.”

I took that to mean she wanted it harder, and so I stepped it up, although it was a struggle not to come too quickly. I held her wrists down and plowed into her steadily and with some force, trying to wait for a signal that she was close to cumming. She looked beautiful and so sexy under me, and I told her so. She squirmed a little and pulled her knees up to give me deeper penetration. Finally, I could hold out no longer, and I let her know by my groans that I was cumming, hoping to trigger a climax in her, but I could detect none.

I held myself above her on shaky arms until steady breathing returned, and then I rolled off her and pulled her to me. I asked again what I could do for her, and she said she was fine, which I hopefully took to mean that she had come, too. I really wanted this night to cement us as a couple. I wanted her in my bed from then on, and I wanted her to desire me as much as I did her. She was very sweet and lovable after sex, but I still gaziantep genç escort bayan had nagging doubts about whether I had truly won her affections.

So, that began our intimacy.

All during this time, I had been taking her to dinner and events, all at my expense, of course. I was happy to pay. After all, I’m the one who could afford it, and she was such good company always. In fact, I looked for ways to make her life better by doing things for her that she didn’t have the money to do for herself. After Savannah had a tire blow out on the highway, stranding her many miles from where we were, I insisted on buying a new set of tires for her old truck. While I was at it, I had the truck inspected and got new brakes for it. I got the special synthetic oil and did an oil change on Susan’s car, which was in fair shape otherwise. I bought an expensive telescope because she was interested in astronomy, which I have a bit of knowledge about, and I took her to a hill out in the country where we set it up and watched star clusters, galaxies, and satellites in the night sky. We saw movies and went to nice restaurants several times a week.

Susan did things for me, too. She brought me lovely paintings she had created. She cooked for me some. She introduced me to interesting people and got us invitations to a couple of great parties. She set up my first encounter with bubble tea, for which I’m grateful. There were lots of other nice things she did for me. We were good together.

Once in awhile, we had sex, and it was always good for me. As smart and eloquent as she is, she was not very helpful when I asked what she wanted me to do for her sexually. I got her a vibrator, which she used some and seemed to like, but she never allowed me to get my mouth close to her vagina.

A few times, I noticed a urine smell on myself after sex, and I decided that part of her problem with oral sex was that she probably leaked a little and was embarrassed about that. That may gross some people out, but it’s just life. It is what it is, as they say. I didn’t care about a little urine smell, and I would have eaten her anyway, if she had let me. As you get older, you get these kinds of things. Luckily, I don’t have much wrong with me yet, but I will, unless I get hit by a bus tomorrow.

(Before I tell you the story about Savannah, I should mention that, in addition to the money I was happily spending to have good times with Susan, I had loaned her $150 at one point for art supplies. That is important not for the amount, which is fairly small, but for a situation I will relate later in this tale.)

Then there came a crisis with Savannah, and I stepped in to help again. Now, I wish I hadn’t, but I really thought I was strengthening our bond. Susan’s daughter was about to be homeless, through no real fault of her own. The economy stinks for young people these days, and housing is expensive in our city. I have a garage apartment that is unoccupied, and so I offered it to Savannah rent free for as long as needed. They gladly accepted. I had a bunch of stuff stored in the apartment, and it took the better part of 2 days to deal with that and clean it up enough to be habitable.

Savannah moved in, and life went on. At one point, there were problems in the bathroom that caused me to hire a plumber to clean the drain. I put in a new commode at that point, and there was a lot of cleanup. Otherwise, I wasn’t in the apartment at all for a couple of months. In that time, Savannah and her 2 cats (I hadn’t counted on cats being there) were in and out of there at all hours, but that didn’t bother me. She was off-and-on with a boyfriend (another loser), and sometimes she wouldn’t be home for several days. She’s an adult, so what she does is fine with me.

One day, after a heavy rain, I found her quilt out on the sidewalk, soaking wet. I don’t know why she left if out there. I told Susan about it, and she told me it was an heirloom. I took the quilt and washed and dried it, and then slipped in and lay it on her bed. At that point, I noticed that the apartment was pretty junky, which didn’t sit well, but I let it go. It seemed to me that Savannah was certainly not living up to her potential, which is not surprising, given her emotional and economic problems.

Savannah was soon away more than she was home. Apparently, she spent lots of nights at her shit head boyfriend’s house. His thing, apparently, was running her down emotionally while screwing her. Not a good situation for her, but not something I could really do anything about.

Thanksgiving was approaching, and my daughter from out of town was visiting with her family. She’s not my biological daughter, but I love them all just as if she were. I’m also friends with my wife’s first husband and his (3rd) wife, and we all met the Sunday before Thanksgiving at his house for a meal. As often happens in family situations, there arose a shouting gaziantep gerçek resimli escort bayan match between my daughter and her bio dad, and the result was a lot of tears and a big change in plans. They were all coming to stay at my house for the week instead of his house, which put my plans with Susan on hold.

In addition, I had tension building up over my mother-in-law, who had not spoken to me since my wife’s funeral. We were all invited to Thanksgiving dinner at her house, and I was stressed about that. I had to go, even though I knew the old lady hated me and had for years. She blamed me for corrupting her daughter’s religious and political beliefs, which is demonstrably untrue.

So the stage was set, and the first act began with a slow running sink in the kitchen. With so many people in the house, some food had probably gone down the kitchen sink and made it run slowly. This reminded me of the toilet overflow problems I’d had a couple of months previously in the garage apartment, so I went out to check. Savannah had not been home for several days, so I went in to flush the commode and make sure it was running properly. As I opened the door, a cat shit smell hit me. The place was wrecked to the point it almost looked like it had been vandalized. In the bathroom, an entire roll of toilet paper had been destroyed by cat claws.

As I began to clean things up, my daughter poked her head in to see what I was up to. (Maybe she’d heard me cursing.) She kind of cocked her head and gave me a look that said she thought I might be losing my mind. Was I an idiot for providing a rent free apartment to a woman who returned the favor by trashing it? The obvious answer was yes.

As I cleaned, things got even worse. Empty and half full beer cans, shoes and clothes strewn about, dirty kitty litter, and then the topper. An open can of beans, nearly full, with bugs crawling all over it. I had been humiliated in front of my daughter, too. I finished the clean up and made the call to Savannah’s mother that was to end my relationship.

“Susan, I know this may damage our relationship, but the apartment is a wreck, and it was filled with trash. I have just spent half an hour cleaning up. There was an open can of beans attracting vermin. I want you to tell your daughter that she is no longer welcome here.”

Susan’s reaction was chaotic and emotional, but it boiled down to “don’t do this to me” and ended with a hangup. She tried to call back several times, but I let it go, thinking things could only get worse by talking at this point. I won’t go into the vicious email attacks on me by the Momma Bear over the next week, and what I considered to be my measured and honest responses.

I was in no mood to back down. Would Susan even want a guy who was so spineless that he would let a 26 year old woman abuse his generosity and show not the least common courtesy? I had not asked to be repaid for anything I’d done. But I had never even gotten a single thank you from Savannah for any of it. Okay, she’s shy. But even a shy person can show some gratitude. I’m kind of shy myself sometimes, but if somebody does me a favor, I say thanks and I don’t piss on their shoes.

I won’t go into much of what happened in the next few weeks, largely because not much did happen. After the initial emails, I quit hearing from Susan at all. The only notes I got were to tell me she was coming over to get Savannah’s stuff, which got postponed a few times. Finally, the only thing left of hers was a bed, and after several false starts, she got a friend with a pickup to come by and take the bed. In all these weeks, I had not seen Susan. I missed her, but I still felt justified in what I’d done, although I regretted the way I’d handled it. I really regretted that I had made that phone call without thinking it through first.

The thing it taught me is not to get in between Momma Bear and her cub, no matter who you are. I could have been really good for Susan. I have the economic stability she desperately needed, and I truly love her, even now. But love is not always enough, as I know well. To come back to me, Susan would have had to take my side, in some sense, against her daughter. I would have made it easy for her. If I had gotten a simple apology from Savannah, I would have forgiven her and even let her move back in, but there was never any word from Savannah to me. And as much as I miss Susan, I have enough self respect to stand firm and not make this out to be my fault.

She did try to patch things up to a level of friendship. I was invited to her house to watch a TV series we had started together, but on the day of the show, she wrote telling me that she had been so stressed thinking about me coming over that she was backing out of the invitation. So, I suggested that we meet, at a time of her choosing, at some neutral location. I’d buy her dinner, we’d talk, and maybe we would resolve our differences and end as friends, or at least not enemies.

I walked into the restaurant and found her already seated in a booth. She didn’t stand up or look like she expected me to hug her, so I sat down opposite. We both slowly acknowledged the tension between us, but we somehow made it through the meal, although neither of us felt much like eating. I suggested early on that we not try for a serious discussion in the restaurant, but that we talk in my car afterwards.

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Miracles Website 1: The Library Pleasure

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Joseph sat in the library, his safety from the cruel, depressing world, hoping to save himself from the emptiness awaiting him at home.

The James Patterson novel “Kiss the Girls” lay closed on the table. He tried to read the novel filled with the suspense he loved several times, but two or three paragraphs into the story he’d realize his eyes and his mind were not connecting, the words were seen clearly, but they were not registering into actual pictures in his mind. On the second attempt he’d read an entire chapter, only to realize at the start of the second chapter that he didn’t have any clue to what was going on in the story.

The lack of concentration was not normal for Joseph. Usually he could get all he wanted to do done with plenty of time to spare. His homework, reading, even his own soothing poetry could all be done at the library. It was his refuge from the world he feared and disliked, and it was just two short blocks from the place he called home. It was his second home where no abuse came. All his best memories came in the cool, book smelling place. From the time when he was five years old until now at the age of nineteen, it always provided magic.

Joseph picked up “Kiss the Girls” once more, but didn’t bother to read it. He opened the book because he didn’t want to appear crazy. For the past ten minutes he had been staring aimlessly into space and in his mind, that was crazy. It was better to appear busy then it was to look crazy, he learned that truth long ago, so he pretended to read the book.

The library was divided into three sections. One was for checking out the books and returning them. There were also chess boards set up there once upon a time, but those days were gone. The front doors were also located at this sections and so were the computers, in place of the chess boards. The second section was the book area, where the fiction mingled with the non-fiction and the poor magazines were set apart at the outskirts of the section being the outcasts they were. The third section was for the readers. Desks fit for five people or desks with walls for privacy fit for one were divided into two sections within this section to make everyone happy. Joseph usually sat alone, but none of the private desks remained, so today he sat at the big tables. No privacy. And even though he was alone, there was no guarantee it would remain.

“You don’t mind if I sit here,” a voice called out. It startled Joseph. His own voice locked.

“Do you?” The voice called again.

Joseph’s eyes glanced up from his book and set on the source of the voice. The voice belonged to a woman of about forty. She had an intense looking face, brown eyes surrounded by blue eye shadow, dark red lips, a white complexion and grass green hair. Gold spiders hang from her ears. She had a nose ring. Dark, bat shaped eyebrows and spider leg eye lashes. She was wearing gaziantep grup escort bayan small, tight leather shorts and a leather top with red heels.

“Hard of hearing,” she guessed.

“Sorry,” Joseph said, “I got caught in your look for a moment.” Even though he was depressed and felt unwelcome around most people, he was never lost in a conversation.

“Glad you like it,” she said. “May I sit.”

“Knock yourself out.”

She took that as a yes and sat down. At first the strange woman and Joseph shared the silence. The woman was reading a letter or something on a piece of paper. Joseph would watch every once in a while.

“The name’s Kitty,” she said suddenly. “My damn chickenshit employee quit. Wrote me a bye letter.”

“What business you in?” he wondered aloud.

Kitty, this strange woman, was quiet for a the moment. “I am really glad you asked me that one, Joseph. I am in the photography and movie business and hope to very successful some day.”

Joseph was sure his ears had deceived him. How could this woman know his name any other way. He never mentioned it. His flesh was prickling, hairs on his body stood tall. He was confused and a bit frightened.

“How did you know my name?”

Kitty smiled. “I am in the pornography business, my dear. I am trying to start a new website, but I lost my original man. I’ve been following you for sometime now and I think you are my replacement.”

“Replacement?” Replacement for what?”

“For my site, dear. Somebody has gotta fuck the girls, why not you?” I think your the perfect guy for the job.”

Why me?” he asked.

That’s when he felt Kitty’s bare feet rubbing against his crotch. He tried to resist her, but he was powerless. He could feel the erection sneaking through his gray Dockers. He watched those intense blue eyes as her feet set fire to his body under the table.

“My, my, my,” Kitty said. “You are so perfect for the job. My feet don’t lie.”

“Perhaps they’re confused.

Kitty ignored his silliness. “Remember my little guarantee forever, “nifty fucks, for fifty bucks.” That’s the site motto. That means every girl you fuck for the site, you collect fifty bucks. That’s perfect for a man desperate to leave home.”

“How do you know all this information?”

Joseph’s mind was racing, his heart was pounding and his damn erection was throbbing due to Kitty’s magic feet. What was going on? Who was this lady? Why did she want him? It was getting hard to think about anything.

“No more questions,” Kitty demanded softly. Her feet left his erection. “Follow me,” she said as she got to her feet. “Please me and your questions shall be answered. Fail me and live without the knowledge you crave.”

He let her walk a few feet before he got up and followed her. She led güneyşehir escort bayan him to the men’s room. She opened and went in, closing the door behind her.

“Come in,” Joseph heard moments later. So he entered the bathroom hoping his questions would be answered.

“Close your eyes,” she said, ” before you close the door.”

He did as instructed. His body was beginning to shake with anticipation and some fear etched its way into his heart.

Joseph knew the bathroom was a small room. A single toilet in the corner, a sink, a mirror, paper towels and toilet paper is what the room came down too. Checkered black and white floors and yellow walls with orange lines going up and down. He’d been here before. But not like this.

“Open up,” Kitty said.

His eyes opened and even after several rubbing adjustments to his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he saw when could see again. Kitty sat on the toilet naked. Her round breasts and hard nipples were pointing at him. Her finger was shoved in her vagina, which was covered with green pubic hair. He watched, wide-eyed, while Kitty finger fucked herself for his entertainment.

“Come to me,” Kitty spoke in mid-moan. And did as asked slowly and nervously. Their feet connect and eyes meet. Never moving her eyes from his, Kitty removes Joseph’s gray Dockers and his boxers, exposing his nine inches of hard flesh to which Kitty licked her lips.

“You’ll never be depressed again,” she whispers and blows hot breath on his penis. Joseph can’t move a muscle in his body, awaiting Kitty’s every demand. For the moment nothing matters.

His body shivered from the touch of her tongue against the tip of his penis. She swirled it around the tip, quickening, the slowing the pace over and over. Every four seconds she’d stick the tip of her tongue along his pisshole. He counted the seconds. What else could he do?

Kitty’s tongue found its way down his shaft. She used her tongue to explore every muscle and vein she could find. Finally she worked to his balls, sucking on each one as if they were candy.

“You like?”

“Yes,” Joseph barely managed.

The words barely cleared his throat before he looked down and saw Kitty take his cock into her mouth. At first the head of it, but slowly the rest of his cock followed, disappearing like magic from an erotic witch. It took her a minute to take the entire cock into her mouth and throat. His balls rubbed against her chin. He loved it. Kitty slowly let the cock out.

Joseph looked down as his cock appeared and then disappeared in Kitty’s mouth. It was the greatest blow job he’d ever seen and the first he’d ever had. He loved it when Kitty slid his cock out of her mouth and rubbed his pre-cum all over her face and seemed to love it more than anything else in the entire world. She moved fast and islahiye escort bayan slow, up and down, side to side, but no matter what, it felt great.

He placed his hands at the back of Kitty’s head and to his amazement the pace got faster. Her lips sucked down harder. His eyes had trouble staying open and he felt an incredible sensation moments later. He knew what it was. He was going to cum.

“Not yet,” Kitty ended his great pleasure. She turned around on the toilet, got on her knees and stuck her ass out at him, lifting her legs in the process. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please.”

The depression he’d felt all his life turned into an uncontrolled eagerness. Unaware to his mind, his hand was forcing his big cock inside Kitty’s sweetly exposed asshole. In a matter of moments he was thrusting in and out of her ass effortlessly. His hands took hold of her waist from both sides and he began slamming his cock in her ass. All the frustrations, sadness and locked up desires were being unleashed at Kitty’s expense. His whole body was awake for the first time, or so it seemed. Awake after a dream much too long.

Joseph’s thoughts were so loud he didn’t feel the intense shaking of Kitty’s first three orgasms or the moaning of their aftermath. She screamed in pure pleasure enjoying the cock as it pounded her ass into submission. Both forgot a library was outside the bathroom walls.

“HAAAAAARDER! HAAAAAARDER!” Kitty screamed.

“Fuck me like I know you can. Use me up.”

Kitty was dripping cum all over the checkered floor and she didn’t care one bit. She just wanted this whole experience to last forever. Joseph was invading her and it was the greatest feeling she could ever imagine.

It was the scream of her eighth orgasm that snapped Joseph back into reality and it happened at the perfect time. He could feel the cum ready to explode from his penis.

“I think I’m going to cum,” he panted. He didn’t really know what to do with himself. But Kitty did. She turned back around and took his cock in her mouth.

“I wanna taste it,” she said short of breath while she stroked his cock by her face. Her eyes closed and tongue swarmed the hardness.

Joseph closed his eyes and let out a loud, crazy sounding, “AAAAAHHHHHHH!” Then his body buckled hard and he almost lost his balance. He began cumming at the same instant, cumming inside Kitty’s mouth. It seemed he had galloons to offer.

Kitty’s mouth never encountered so much cum. She swallowed quickly, but it just kept spilling from his cock. She could feel his cum dribbling down her chin. Cum covering her tonsils. Stuck between her teeth. Everywhere in her mouth. Joseph was the right choice for sure, she now knew. She cleaned his cock for him and wiped the escaped cum from her chin with her tongue before getting dressed.

“Your secrets await you. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Just follow me.”

Again Kitty was leading him. He followed Kitty out of the library, passed the gawking eyes of the people in the library who’d heard them, leaving the James Patterson novel “Kiss the Girls” behind. He followed her outside to a red station wagon. He got in after Kitty did. She started the car and they drove away together.

A few yards behind a black Sedan followed.

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Moving House, Highly Unlikely

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It had been a good 18 months following the death of my wife when I finally decided to place our house on the market; for being a large 4 bedroom property with over 12 acres of ground it was far to large for me to manage on my own. During our marriage the wife and I split the chores, she looked after the inside and I looked after the exterior and gardens, it was a system which worked very well until my wife became ill, from then on it was a struggle to maintain the standards we had set ourselves. When they could my family use to come over and help and occasionally I did hire in help but a pension can only stretch so far, in the end the wife and I made a pact, as soon as she died I was to sell up and move on, it made sound a bit callous but overall it made sense.

For a quick sell I got 3 local estate agents in to provide valuations etc. Kevin, the first agent arrived; young, very professional, plus the usual bullshit you would expect from estate agents when it came to the valuation or his fees etc; then a quick cheerio and I’ll await our decision. Just before lunch Helen arrived with an older gent, Ian who turned to be the head of the company. Helen was her early twenties and had that certain twinkle in her eye that probably clinched many of her deals. However it was Ian that gave me the bullshit whilst Helen sat all coy opposite me, her near transparent blouse showing her small but pert tits propped gently in a lacy half cup bra, she also wore a pair of very tight light cream coloured linen trousers which revealed no VPL as I followed her upstairs, also as she climbed her gusset seemed to work its way deeper and deeper into the crease of her pert arse. We did the bog-standard tour of the house then went through all the formalities, though I have to say I missed most of them for I was too busy looking into Helens blouse most of the time; after all one estate agents bumf is no different to another. We completed the valuation and upon leaving they gave me their cards as they left.

As I had about 45 minutes to spare before the final valuation I made myself a cup of tea then reflected upon the good times my wife and I had had in this house. We first acquired it just after we were married, had raised three children and seen them married, followed in due course by the grandchildren, who built the same dens as their parents or rushing about the paddock trying to catch the butterflies. I was almost on the point of crying when my third and definitely my last estate agent called.

Much the same pattern, we spoke, toured the house and discussed the pro’s and con’s etc. Heather was about forty five or so, more formally dressed in a business type suit, grey jacket over a soft pale blue blouse and grey skirt. As we entered the master bedroom she was the first one to comment about the design of the house, for as an aid to my wife’s disability we had converted it so the master bedroom was downstairs with patio doors leading into the garden, the garden lead onto open fields and with the whole house being in an elevated position you were able to see for miles.

“No need for curtains or blinds really? You’re not overlooked at all”

I agreed with her, as she scribbled something into her notepad

“You could walk around naked all day and no-one would notice”

She glanced at me for a reaction,

“Why not, if that’s what you fancy?” I said, hiding the fact that’s exactly what we did when we were young and in our prime.

She brushed past me and walked into the second bedroom making similar comments as she passed. As we talked more about the layout, she took off her jacket and placed it on the stair post. Her jacket had been hiding the most perfect tits which were clearly visible through her thin blouse, the dark area of her areolas even showed through her bra. Slowly we began to walk up stairs to the second floor, halfway up she stopped, turned towards me and asked if the third bedroom had similar views, I replied that they did at which she asked if anything overlooked that room? I replied that with it being higher nothing could be seen, at which she smiled, unbuttoned the button at the side of her skirt and pulled down the zip, allowing her skirt to fall onto the steps. * As she continued walking up the stairs, I, like a maid picked up her skirt then followed her wiggling arse towards the second floor, beneath her skirt she wore a pair of hold up stockings and the tiniest pair of cammy knickers that clung to her arse. I was absolutely gob smacked, I expected Helen to be a goer and had had thoughts all afternoon about her, but here was someone twice Helen’s age, but with a figure to die for, talk about offering it on a plate. She knew full well whilst making the gaziantep rus escort bayan viewing appointment that I would be on my own and from our conversation she had obviously seen something in me that she fancied.

Like a lapdog I followed her up to the landing where without a word she turned, placed her hands around my neck and kissed me full on the mouth. I responded in kind, my long ignored cock springing to full attention in no time. After we had kissed she took hold of my hand and lead me into the bedroom where she kicked off her shoes and finished undressing, leaving only her hold ups on.

Now I’m a very oral guy and this is the one thing I missed during my wife’s long illness, emptying my balls was easy but the absence of a juicy pussy was hard to take. Heather must have read my mind as I stared at her completely shaven pussy, it was almost pubescent in nature with just the smallest hint of maturity.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, standing with her legs slightly apart.

I quickly got into position. She parted her legs wider for me as my lips found its goal, I kissed her lips and smelt her sex as my tongue explored her pussy; she was now holding my head to her groin and groaning gently. I wrapped my arms around her legs then tongued deeper into her sex, her sweet pussy juices lubricating my tongue, as I slipped inside her she pushed my head harder and groaned again, only louder this time. Slowly and ever more gently I lapped at her clit, teasing with my tongue and then nibbled at it with my teeth before returning to her pussy, only this time my tongue went the full course, anus to clit, each time reaching up as far as I could go. I continued like this for a few minutes, letting her juices run onto her arse before I gently pressed a finger up her anus causing her to shudder, as more juices began to flow I eased a second finger into her tight hole. She bucked and released another deluge of juices which completely caught my by surprise causing me to cough and splutter.

Sensing a break, she pulled me away and told me she wanted to enjoy this properly, so we moved closer towards the bed. Standing by its edge she rubbed me gently through my trousers feeling my erection. I kissed her breasts and neck and eased a couple of fingers into her sopping wet cunt before she backed off slightly, undid my belt and slid my trousers down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, next to fall were my pants, exposing my clean shaven balls which she said she had never seen on a man before. I was very aware of my spreading waist and stomach that at my age is so hard to control, despite my regular visits to the gym, but she just smiled and kissed my stomach as she slid down, took my length in her mouth and expertly sucked me almost to climax before kissing me again.

Then she moved away and lay on the bed, still in her stockings; as she fondled my balls she spread her legs, her pussy was so puffy and wet it needed no second invitation when she asked me to lick her good and proper. I spent what must have been an hour adoring and loving her sweet pussy as my tongue and lips enjoyed every warm wet inch of her sex and her bud was so enlarged and so beautiful. Finally I concentrated on her lovely bud, where I sucked and licked it until she was bucking like crazy and moaning as she pressed my face hard against her. She absolutely poured her juices into my waiting lips as I drank them down enjoying every drop and the aroma of this aroused woman was just wonderful. She shouted out several times asking for more and kept saying,

“God I’m cumming, I’m cumming, that’s right eat me.”

It took ages for her to calm down and she kept telling me she had never felt so good and never cum so hard as I continued to slowly kiss and lick her pubescent pussy.

After a quick stoppage for some refreshments, Heather got me to lie back on the bed and with me gently lapping her pussy, I was in ecstasy as her warm lips engulfed my cock and her tongue worked her magic as she slowly engulf my cock. Truth be told, I was so turned on as she licked my cock and fondled my balls with her hand, I couldn’t hold back for much longer so I told her I was almost cumming and that I wanted to feel her cunt muscles tighten around my cock as I came, too my surprise she asked me to fuck her arse.

I had no problem with this so I licked around her tight hole and then after fingering her cunt again I used her own juices to lubricate her anus before we changed positions on the bed. I lubricated her anus further before edging my helmet in. I watched as her star opened and stretched as I pushed into her, slowly at first but then again gaziantep swinger escort bayan my whole 7″ length. She screamed at first, it was not the length but my girth that gave her pain then pleasure before I shot my load up her arse before withdrawing, totally spent. As I lay next to her on the bed, she leaned over and licked my cock clean before kissing me fully on the lips.

“Oh, you like it dirty then?” she muttered as I wiped some trailing spunk from her thigh then licked my fingers.

As we lay there slowly getting to know each other suddenly all hell broke loose. Our tranquil peace was suddenly lost by a crash of thunder followed by rain coming down in wild torrents; Heather seemed to become possessed, for she shot out of bed, ran downstairs and into the garden where I found her cavorting about the garden.

I must have looked grotesque with my cock rapidly rising and mouth agape as she merrily danced about with not a care in the world.

“Come on then, don’t you just enjoy being naked in the rain?”

It was then I very nearly lost it, for this was one of the pleasure my wife and I use to enjoy and watching Heather cavorting about brought back fond memories of times gone by.

Heather danced over to me and pulled me away from the safety of the house and out into the downpour where she began to lead me around in the mud and rain to some made-up waltz.

As she forced me to dance, she happily laughed or kept humming some tune whilst she rubbed her soaked body against mine.

It was all so weird, but Heather just like my dear departed wife acted as if it was normal to be dancing in a torrential downpour. I mean she just acted as though we were in some dance hall with a roof over our heads. By this time I couldn’t help it, I was laughing my arse off too. No sense worrying about being wet, it was far too late for that; I was soaked to the core.

As I pulled her back toward me after her spin, I caught the magnificent sight of her naked body. And the apparent joy that radiated all over her just from being out dancing in the rain created a picture of absolute perfect eroticism that began to really excite me.

I was now willingly dancing with her intentionally spinning her out and back repetitively so that I could enjoy the sight. Her nipples chilled by the cool rain, stood proud and erect. Her arse, legs and somewhat flat stomach were equally on display.

It was quite apparent that I was really getting turned-on and could no longer hide my obvious erection. I wanted her and just couldn’t hide it any longer so I stopped trying and pulled her back into me, grasped her tightly kissing her with passion.

Heather froze momentarily to my unexpected move, then she opened her mouth and our tongues began the age-old duel of love. I felt her body mould tightly into mine as she returned my kisses with a sudden and unexpected ardour.

As I held her close to me I could hear and feel a loud squishing between our bodies as more and more of the torrential downpour collected in little puddles between us. It was all so bizarre, but the strangeness of it all is what fed my growing desires.

The heat that was generated from our aroused and sexually charged bodies drastically contrasted the cool dampness created by the rain. My erect cock nestled against her heated crotch making us both very aware of our needs with every twitch my cock made. I began to inadvertently grind my cock against her heat source as we kissed. Soon as one kiss broke we began another until must twitches and little thrusts were no longer inadvertent, in fact both of us no longer hid our desires as we began to openly hump into each other.

I was panting hard between kisses and my ears told me she was as well. I wanted her desperately and I needed little encouragement, but for some reason at that moment in time, it was more than that, I was mad about her.

“Come on Heather, let’s get indoors, I want to make love to you. Please can we go inside,” I begged.

“No, over there, let’s do it there in the rain, over there in the grass,” she said again, as she pointed to a grassy knoll totally unprotected from the rain.

At that time, of course I was thinking with my dick, so I followed her as she led me to the centre of the knoll. Heather knelt on the soggy grass and I knelt beside her. I took her into my arms and began to kiss her again. As we kissed, Heather pushed me onto my back and lay on top of me. My hand began to explore her back and clutched her arse, the skin of her arse was cold, but as my fingers found the crack of her arse I swear I could feel the heat of a raging inferno gaziantep travesti escort kızlar rising up from her pussy. My heart began to race in excitement as I grasped her firm rounded arse cheeks in my hands and began to mould them between my appreciative fingers, her arse felt like heaven itself.

Somewhere off in the distance of my rain chilled brain I heard Heather’s voice, it sounded a little erratic and slightly fearful as she whispered in my ear,

“Please, please promise you won’t hurt me.”

“I promise, but if you’re too afraid we can stop.” I whispered back

“No, I love doing it like this, out in the rain, just don’t hurt me, OK?” Heather whimpered as we flipped positions.

Once settled in place I rubbed her hot crotch across my cock lump once or twice and then fell forward onto her chest, whilst pushing her breasts into my face she whispering.

“Yes, Kiss them, kiss them nice and slow, I want to feel you suckle on them, I want you to be my little baby.”

With pleasure I did as she asked, I nursed each like a hungry child. It was then that I felt her pussy start to slide with increased pressure on my ever-expanding cock, with each nip of her nipple the more Heather’s pussy bucked up against my cock.

“Heather,” I almost begged, “I want to fuck the arse off you before it gets too cold.”

I was getting impatient now for the rain was chilling my bones, so wanting to finally take and maintain control of the situation I grabbed her arse and pulled her forward as I positioned myself at the junction of her thighs before mounting her. I bent forward and gently kissed her as I drove myself as deep as I could into her. Heather surprisingly was extremely tight and I gasped as well as a moist silky tightness enveloped my cock.

“Oh my god, you’re so big it feels wonderful,” she purred wrapping her legs around my hips, forcing me into her even deeper.

I kissed her passionately as my thrusts became harder and faster. Heather moaned again. My cock seemed to have just the right curve to rub against her g-spot with every thrust. Her eyes were now closed, I hoped in ecstasy but in reality due to the rain. Before long our breathing grew heavier as I continued to pound her pussy. With each thrust we were climbing higher and higher to that ultimate climax.

“Let yourself go, try and come for me.” I whispered in her ear, “That’s it try and come soon, because I’m so close and I want to come with you, come on, come for me.”

“Ooh-My-God.”

That’s all Heather managed to say as she let out a big, “OOH GOD, AAHHHH,” as she exploded with a loud orgasm.

Her loud orgasm triggered mine and I filled her pussy with an extended volley of sperm, the force of my sperm shooting into her body triggered another climax. Her whole body vibrated tremendously for a long time like a quake had ripped her apart. Her pussy muscles contacted spasmodically around my cock and fluids kept gushing out of her swollen pussy like a geyser

A ham shandy is one thing but feeling a woman energetically milking your cock is a totally different sensation.

I was letting the last few dribbles leak out when a sudden colder deluge shrunk my cock into its totally flaccid state. I reached down stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy then bought them up to her lips, where she sucked my fingers clean and smiled.

“Hmm, you like the taste, don’t you?”

Heather gave me an odd smile, smacked her lips then laughed as she pointed to my cock that had now shrivelled up with the cold.

“It sure disappeared quickly; perhaps it doesn’t like the rain?” Heather giggled.

It never stopped raining as we slowly recovered and we joked and laughed about the mess we were in. Both of us were cold, soaked and covered in mud.

“What this calls for is a long hot shower, followed by a nice warm toddy.” I said now standing up and offering Heather my hand for assistance.

Knowing that for the next hour or so I would be useless, a long hot shower is all we had; mind you we did spend a long time exploring each others bodies; why is life so cruel to us elderly gentlemen. As we sat enjoying our warming drink, Heather’s phone bleeped, she asked if she took take it to which I agreed, after a few seconds of silence Heather started laughing then said,

“Perhaps you should read this.”

Taking the phone from her I slowly read the text.

Mum, you’ve got to see this place (my address) it’s just what we want, it’s a lovely place and the owners well worth a shag, couldn’t do anything myself, had Ian with me but defiantly going back for a second look, who knows.

“My daughter was right” she said, “lovely house, and the owner was definitely worth a shag,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

I told her that either or both of them were welcome to come back and give me a second valuation any time. Am I still interested in selling, we’ll see what life brings, call me a fool if you must but I was beginning to feel some affection towards Heather, I know she would never replace my dear departed wife but her likeness is uncanny.

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Mrs. Coppersmith Pt. 01

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For over two decades, I’ve dreamed about Joyce’s breasts. Or, I should be respectful and call her by her married name, Mrs. Coppersmith. She was my first employer’s wife, and we formed a kindly friendship based on mutual interests in the arts, music, and theater. I would often see her at events, dressed to the nines and looking stunning for an aging wife.

Mrs. Coppersmith is tall and trim enough for being in her mid-sixties and for having grown children. She has jet black hair that she confided is touched-up to hide the natural gray. Her eyes are sparkling, and her outlook is always positive and cheery. I felt a desire for her years ago, but out of courtesy for her and her marriage, I have been content to observe from afar and enjoy the unfulfilled desire.

Her most apparent enticing features are her breasts. She wears fashions that accommodate and flatter women with generous endowments, but she is modest and never draws attention to herself. However, that is impossible for a women of her looks and endowment. At least not for me. When we are together, I always take a moment to look at her carefully, up and down, and compliment her on her attire.

Over the years, I have also taken advantage of our friendship and her trust to cross the bounds a few times. To take a few liberties. For instance, when she wears a blouse or sweater that has a distinctive design with swirls or images, if no one is observing us, I will comment on it and point out what I like about what she is wearing, allowing my finger to touch her breast gently but only to trace the pattern in the fabric. “That’s lovely,” I might say as my hand moved to her chest and a finger outlines the design as it curves over her breasts.

On one occasion, I reached out with both hands and deliberate touch both breasts ever so gently. Each time I’ve done this, I imagine what her nipples must look like and how they would change as I touched them. Even through layers of fabric and her bra, I hoped that she felt a little zing. But I would quickly change the topic so that she might not know what I was truly thinking.

Once we sat next to each other at a concert. Mr. Coppersmith sat on the other side of her. I would often whisper to her, and each time I would place one hand on her arm and draw her ear nearer to me. As I did, I allowed one or two fingers on that hand to gently stroke the side of her breast. I did it in a forward and natural way, as if I always made that hand motion when speaking softly in a close situation. But I wondered if she was aware of my intention. If so, she did not object. As I repeatedly felt up Mrs. Coppersmith, I wondered again if her nipples were responding involuntarily and growing larger and more sensitive.

While holding her in this way and while two fingers were ever so subtly stroking her breast, I leaned over and also spoke to her husband. He smiled and we exchanged a few words as I felt the soft curve of his wife’s breast.

This sort of thing has gone on for years, and I rather suspect that Joyce thinks of me as a valued friend who is just affectionate jigolo escort gaziantep and naturally takes a few liberties that are within her bounds of acceptable behavior.

Last month, things changed. While having coffee with her, I mentioned that a friend told me about his daughter who was having trouble nursing. I suspected that Joyce had nursed her children, so I brought up the subject hoping that she might volunteer something intimate. Sure enough. I said, “I hear that new mothers have to toughen their nipples.” As I said the word “nipples” to Mrs. Coppersmith, I felt my cock squirm in my pants.

It took no further encouragement. Mrs. Coppersmith said, “Oh yes, that’s important.”

I asked, “Well, did you nurse?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And did you have to prepare your nipples?” As I asked the question, I felt a small touch of wetness. My cock was beginning to leak.

Our years of mutual friendship were working to my advantage. Mrs. Coppersmith apparently did not feel hesitant or reluctant with me, “Oh yes, in those days they recommended using rubbing alcohol.”

“What?” I asked as if startled.

“But that dried them out and made them sore,” she said.

“Them?” I asked, hoping she would say the word “nipples.”

She did, “My nipples, of course.” I did not detect any hesitation on her part, but I knew I had to be careful.

“My goodness, did anything work better?” I asked.

“Yes, lanoline oil, and…” she stopped herself.

“And?”

Mrs. Coppersmith’s eyes darted around to see if we were not being observed before saying, “A toothbrush.”

My eyes widened, “A toothbrush!?” I exclaimed. My imagination exploded as I imagined Mrs. Coopersmith’s naked breasts with her holding one and using a soft toothbrush to gently massage her nipple.

At this point, she did register a little embarrassment. I think she realized that she had revealed to me something a little too personal.

“Did it work?” I asked.

“Well, not really. It made me more sore and sensitive.”

We sat in silence for a few moments. I sipped my coffee and smiled and finally broke the quiet. “Mrs. Coppersmith, I must tell you that you have given me quite an image I my mind.”

She blushed. I could tell she knew she had crossed a line with me.

I continued, “The thought of you brushing your nipples with a toothbrush is giving me a problem in my pants.”

Although I had never said something so forward to her before, she knew me well enough to smile and try to take it as a joke.

I shook my head from side to side, “Whew, I’m going to have a hard time getting that image out of my mind.”

She smiled and I could tell that she might want to change the subject, but I also wanted to exploit this opening. “Have you ever tried that again?” I asked.

“Oh heavens no!” she said.

I let the subject pass. We talked about other things until it was time to go. On the sidewalk outside we hugged as we always have done and kissed on the cheek, gaziantep lezbiyen escort bayan but this time I looked at her face and smiled and she let me kiss her on the lips. Not a romantic kiss. Just a clear sign of trust. But it was a first.

The next time I saw her was at a dinner party at her home. I dressed in a suit and tie, and I brought a surprise for Mrs. Coppersmith.

After the dinner, I stayed a bit later to help clean up in the kitchen. Mr. Coppersmith was talking with some of the men in his den while I was with Joyce in the kitchen. I reached I my pocket and took out a toothbrush and placed it in my suit pocket. A few minutes later, Joyce looked over at me and saw the toothbrush.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. And then she laughed out loud.

“Ha, I thought you’d laugh,” I said.

She was in stiches. Mr. Coppersmith came into the kitchen, “Is everything all right? What’s so funny?”

His wife made up a fib and told him to return to his friends.

Emboldened, I took the toothbrush and stuck he handle down between her cleavage, “I thought you might want to use this again some time.”

Joyce was red-faced and clearly put on the spot. “I don’t think I want to use it again, but I think you do.”

She drew closer to me. This time our kiss was more romantic and passionate. I removed the toothbrush and drew her close to me again. As I did, I reached down and upped her skirt allowing the soft bristles of the brush to look for her pussy crease. I massaged her pussy with the brush as we kissed.

At that moment, I intentionally broke off the embrace and looked her and smiled. “It was a lovely dinner, Mrs. Coppersmith. I’ve got to run along now, but perhaps we will meet again soon.”

I returned the toothbrush to my coat pocket, as if it were a pocket handkerchief, and smiled. “Ta-ta for now.” And I left the kitchen, walked to the den, and called out to Mr. Coppersmith in a voice that Joyce could hear, “I enjoyed myself more than you know. Thank you for a lovely evening. I hope your wife enjoyed it, too.”

Just outside their front door, Joyce ran to stop me, “Can we meet tomorrow? Anywhere you want.”

It was the invitation I’d been longing for all these years.

“Are you sure?” I asked her. “Because you know that the next time we are together, I will fuck you.”

She was breathless. All she could do was sigh heavily. So I spoke again, “You must know that I’ve desired you for a long time, and this is the moment when you must decide to be a faithful wife or to let me fuck you.”

My language was having an effect. I could tell she was swooning at what I said. So I went on, “If I fuck you tomorrow, then I’ll insist that we fuck often.”

Her eyes were glistening with desire. She probably could not think straight at that moment. I stood in silence just looking at her. She wanted to draw near for an embrace, but I insisted, “Tell me you want to be fucked.”

Mrs. Coppersmith was the vision of the proper well gaziantep escort masaj salonları cared for wife, mature and accomplished and trusted in her community. And here I was asking her to tell me she wanted to be fucked.

And she did, “Oh please fuck me!” she told me.

With that, I allowed a goodnight kiss. I kept my hands to myself, letting her imagine how it would feel to have me touch her in her intimate places.

I was off.

Almost immediately, she was texting me about the next day. I made a reservation at the best hotel in the city, and she set aside her entire day. I told her to meet me there at noon.

I was rather sure that Mrs. Coppersmith had never had an affair and had never considered such a thing happening. But such was the power of our sustained friendship over the years. She trusted me and had allowed me to get away with little indiscretions until she herself gave me the opening to do as I wished.

At noon, Mrs. Coppersmith tapped gently at the door of the hotel room. She looked divine, dressed conservatively as usual but in a way that invited male gazes anyway. I took her hand and led her into the suite. She looked around and burst out laughing when she saw dozens of toothbrushes placed here and there all over the room.

I smiled, “In case we forget why we’re here,” I said.

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed, kicked off her heels, and said, “I’m here to be fucked.”

My cock was already puffy, but that sent it into full blown extasy.

“Yes, I will help you with your wish, Mrs. Coppersmith, but first…” I said as I removed her jacket and began to unbutton her blouse.

In no time she was stripped to the waist and only wearing her bra, a lacy delightful item that supported a pair of swollen mounds. I stepped back to enjoy the sight. Hidden behind the nylon were her nipples, but a pronounced bump announced their location. I paused and gently traced her breasts from bottom to top and around the sides. My finger slipped over her nipple area again and again until the bump extended and enlarged.

Then I turned around and took a toothbrush. “Aye,” she gasped as I gently brushed over her nipple region. Up and down, from side to side, pushing and playing with them. Even in her bra, the shape and contours of her nipples were clear to see.

“Show me,” I said.

Mrs. Coppersmith reached behind and unclasped her bra. Once the shoulder straps slid aside, I myself took the pleasure of lowering the last barrier. Their they were, just as magnificent as I had imagined for many years. My little touches and stolen feels seemed quaint now that they were exposed to me and ready for my full inspection.

Naturally, on a woman of this age, her breasts sagged without a bra, but they were still what I had imagined. And on top of each was a perfect dark and very swollen nipple.

“I’m glad you told me about the toothbrush,” I said while admiring her nipples. I carefully pushed her nipples back and forth with the soft bristles. “I hope that doesn’t hurt” I told her.

Mrs. Coppersmith didn’t reply. She just stood there and took what ever I wanted to do to her. Soon my tongue and lips were on her nipples and my hands were full of her mounds. She moaned as I toyed with her tits. I fooled with them for a long time then asked, “Oh I forgot what we were here for. Can you remind me?”

Mrs. Coppersmith replied, “You’re going to fuck me.”

“Oh, yes,” I replied.

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