My Backyard Pool

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I had reintroduced the offer, just last evening. I wasn’t surprised she’d taken advantage of it, so quickly. But I realized, I should have mentioned to her, that I’d down-sized my business, closed my expensive downtown office suite and moved into a newly renovated office, over my two car garage.

I’m Chris, a forty-nine year old, well educated, professionally employed, widower. Sally is my neighbor’s twenty-one year old daughter. She was home from college for the summer. Last evening, while having dinner with her and her parents, I offered the use of my secluded back yard pool, during her vacation.

I was on the phone, when I heard the squeak of the fence door and the voices, from under the window. It took me a few minutes to finish with my client, make a few follow-up notes, before I stretched, rose from my chair and looked out the window.

If I had thought about it, I might have hoped to catch the cute co-ed in a skimpy bikini. Better yet, I’d love a look at her bare oversized tits. I was stunned with what I saw. Sally was completely naked. She was kneeling on a pool side lounge and bent at the waist. Her mouth was bobbing over a young stiff cock. Two more were in her hands and a forth was banging her from behind.

The boys were all her age. I recognized one as her former boyfriend, but I didn’t know the others. I had watched less than a minute, when the boys rotated clock-wise, each taking a new hand or hole. And so it went. As if on cue, every sixty seconds, the boys rotated.

I concentrated on Sally. I couldn’t see her pretty face, as her mid-back length, jet-black hair covered it. She’s on the bigger side at 5’10” and weighs a healthy and solid one hundred and fifty pounds. She’s at least a 38″ top, with a large D-cup. She definitely has curves, a flat stomach, nice hips and a full ass.

As the rotation started again, one of the boys hollered. The others stepped away and the one that had just pulled from her pussy moved to her face and stuffed a thin 6″ cock into her mouth. Almost immediately, the boy arched his back, opened his mouth, grunted and came.

When he finished his orgasm, he stepped back and took a seat in a nearby chair. The other three moved back into position and took her mouth, pussy and left hand. The rotation started again and lasted nearly ten more minutes. This time, the boy in her mouth was the one to cum. He held Sally’s head, increased his thrust and moaned his pleasure.

As he withdrew, the boy in her hand started to Sally’s mouth, but was called off by the one in her pussy. From the way Sally reacted, he started to cum, before he entered her mouth. It looked like she took the first shot on her face, before he plunged in. He let Sally bob her head and take his load.

The last boy standing took his place behind her upturned ass. He took her hard for the next few minutes. Sally’s tits bounced wildly. Her freed up right hand was between her thick thighs and I imagined that she was working her clit. Every time the boy pounded into her, it created a ripple over her beautifully full ass.

I couldn’t tell if Sally came, but the boy pulled his small fire-plug of a cock from her, moved to her face and came in her mouth. When he pulled his wilted member from her all four boys high-fived each other, turned and jumped into the pool. Sally rested for a few minutes, before joined them.

As I continued to watch, my phone rang. I put the call on my speaker phone, so I could continue to watch the five kid’s skinny dipping in the pool.

The call was to participate in a weekly meeting. All I had to do was listen and was able to enjoy the scene right below my window. For the first twenty minutes, the kids swam and soaked. Eventually, one of the boys started fooling around with Sally. She was lying on an air mattress, facing the sun. The boy began by talking with her and touching … her tits … pulling and tweaking her nipples and playing with her bald pussy.

I couldn’t hear Sally, but I saw the pleasure on her face, as the boy bent over and sucked a fat brown nipple into his mouth. Her arm circled the boys head and trapped him against her heaving tit. Sally’s reaction was caught by the other three and soon her float was surrounded. A second boy sucked her other tit and the other two took turns fingering her pussy and playing with her clit.

Sally looked like she was edging toward her own orgasm. She began to bounce on the flimsy air mattress and suddenly lost control. The boys couldn’t stop her and she tumbled between them and into the water.

When she surfaced, Sally was pissed, as her orgasm was unfulfilled. She yelled at her laughing friends, but finally joined in the laughter. One of the boys grabbed her arm and led Sally to the side of the pool, right below my window. He jumped up, sat on the edge, spread his thighs and pulled Sally between his wide legs.

Sally took her place, bent over and started to blow him. The others jumped out of the pool and sat next to the first. As the boys had each cum, just gaziantep bayan escortları a half-hour before, it took Sally nearly ten minutes of hard cock sucking, before he grabbed her head and pumped a load into her eager co-ed mouth.

As he finished, the first boy stood, high fived his three buddy’s and left my backyard. Sally took a step back and dunked herself under water. When she surfaced, she shook her black hair and squeezed the water from it. As she did, she leaned her head back … and caught me staring at her, from the second floor window. Our eyes locked for a short few seconds. I knew I was caught. And Sally knew she was caught.

The next boy in line was too impatient and wanted his blowjob. He didn’t notice Sally staring at the house. He called for her and she stepped up to him, bent over and took him deep in her throat.

It took almost another hour to blow the next three boys and Sally was bobbing on a stiff cock nearly the entire time. As each boy came, he’d high-five the others and leave the pool area. Sally would look up at the large picture window for a few seconds, before moving on to the next college cock.

As the last boy came and then went to find his swim suit, Sally and I locked eyes one more time, before I drifted away from the window and went back to work. I decided to give her some privacy and let her decide for herself what the next step would be.

It was hard to concentrate, but I had accumulated nearly a dozen emails and decided to get back to work. Sally was never far from my mind, but I was startled when I heard a throat being cleared. My eyes bolted from my computer screen to Sally.

She was standing just inside my office door. She was completely naked and holding a pile of folded clothes, which she placed on a table, immediately inside the door.

Sally stared at me for another few moments, before looking around the room. “This is new,” were her first words.

I answered, “I decided to save some cash and moved my office home. My partners did the same.”

She walked into the room and started wondering around. While she is a big girl, she is 100% woman. Her oversized breast had a small amount of sag, but stood out proudly. Her mid-section was flat and tight. Sally’s ass was large and heart shaped, but well proportioned; her legs were shapely and solid.

While looking at a picture on my fireplace mantle, Sally asked “Are you going to tell my parents?”

I simply answered, “No.”

“May I still use your pool?” she continued.

I nodded and said, “Of course.”

Sally walked across the room and stood by the window overlooking the back yard and pool. She laughed and said, “Nice view!” and before I could answer, she continued, “Are there any new restrictions on using the pool?”

I thought for a moment and responded, “As long as there isn’t any trouble, then I won’t place restrictions on you using the backyard.”

Sally was standing about ten feet from me. I saw her from the back and profile, as she continued to look down at the pool. “You probably think I’m a slut.”

I decided that it would be best if I didn’t answer.

She smiled a wide grin, before saying, “Well … after today, maybe I am.” Sally stayed at the window, but turned and faced me. She continued, “I was a virgin, when I left for college. It didn’t take long to lose my cherry, but I’ve never been able to cum with a guy.” She took another moment to gather her thoughts, before she told me, “And don’t think I can’t cum. I can make myself explode! I’ve even,” a blush spread over her face, before shyly admitting, “I’ve even let my roommate make me cum.”

Sally looked at me with a bit of defiance and finished, “Anyway, I was hoping that those worthless jerks could make me come. They were close, but didn’t make it happen.”

“It looked like you were close, but fell off the air-mattress,” was my observation.

She laughed and told me, “Yeah! There’s nothing like a dunking to push off a good cum!”

As we talked, Sally was giving me the once-over. I had planned on a lunch-time run and was very under-dressed, wearing only a gray cotton tee-shirt, knee-length blue cotton shorts and running shoes. I don’t run very fast and didn’t bother wearing a jock. My cock had been rock hard, since I first saw Sally being gang-banged and formed a large tent in my shorts.”

“When I came up here, I was planning on offering you a blowjob, so you wouldn’t tell my parents.”

I smiled at Sally and told her, “You don’t need to bribe me.”

She nodded, nervously bit her lower lip and said, “But now, I’m thinking that I just want to suck you.”

After another glance at my crotch, Sally asked, “Will you let me?”

I nodded, as Sally took a few steps toward me. She said, “It might be better if you’re sitting.”

Instead of sitting, I instructed, “Take my shirt off, Sally.”

Sally reached for the bottom of my tee-shirts and in one motion, lifted gaziantep eskort bayan it over my head and dropped it on the floor behind her.

I’ve exercised nearly every day of my life and am in very good shape. I think Sally was surprised at my physique. She reached out and ran the palm of her hand over my shoulder and to my upper arm.

She smiled and said, “Nice” and then reached for the tent in my shorts. Her smile got bigger, as she gripped my bigger than average girth and commented, “And this is even nicer!”

Sally was about to tug my shorts off, when I told her, “Take off my shoes.”

She lowered herself to a kneeling position, untied and took off each shoe. Sally had a wide grin as she reached up, hooked fingers into the waist band of my shorts and yanked. She was mesmerized by my bobbing cock, as my shorts dropped to my ankles and I easily stepped out of them.

“Jesus. It’s huge.” Sally wrapped her left and right hand around my staff and my large helmet, still stuck out from her hand.

“How big is it?”

“It’s about nine inches.”

“Holy fuck! And it’s really thick too!”

Sally has “milking” my cock and when a drop of pre-cum leaked out. Sally leaned in and licked it up.

After nearly two hours with a constant hard-on, I knew it wouldn’t take Sally long to get me off. She leaned in again, stretched her mouth wide and took my cock head into her mouth. She sucked the head and jerked me with both hands for a couple of moments, before dropping her right hand to my hanging balls and taking the first few inches into her mouth.

“Oh Baby, I’m not going to last long.”

When she purred, “MMMMMMmmmmm,” around my meat, I lost it. The first volley of cum rocketed from my cock, hit the back of her throat and choked the college co-ed. She gagged and spit my orgasming cock from her mouth. As she coughed, I fisted my staff. The second load, fired toward her sweet face. It landed with a splash on her forehead and dripped down her face. The third hit her chin, neck and chest. I continued to coax the remaining pleasure from my cock and I dribbled some cum onto Sally’s chest and tits.

I groaned and Sally laughed, “Oh my God, I’m covered!”

The kneeling beauty scooped some spunk off her chest and sucked her cum covered fingers into her mouth. She repeated the motion, and cleaned her face, neck, chest and tits. When she finished she was still a cum covered mess so I offered, “You can clean yourself in the bathroom.” I tipped my head in the direction of the small office lavatory. Sally thanked me and I watched her naked ass dance, as she walked to the bathroom.

When she came out a few minutes later, she headed to her pile of clothes. She picked up her shirt and pulled it over her head. As she reached for her shorts, she looked at me and asked, “What?”

I smiled at Sally and said, “I was hoping I could pay you back with an orgasm.”

She paused for a moment and sadly answered, “I don’t think a guy can make me come.”

Confidently, I told her, “It’ll be easy, really easy.”

“Chris,” she started, “Four guys couldn’t get me off. How do you figure you’ll be able to?”

“I’ll be able to, because I really want to. All those boys cared about was their own pleasure.”

Sally stared at me from across the room, finally shrugged, pulled off her shirt and walked to me.

As she approached, I told her, “Sit on the edge of the desk.”

When she was sitting, I continued, “Sit up straight and spread your legs.”

Sally was incredibly flexible. She leaned back slightly and held herself up with her hands. She spread her thighs wide, bent her knees, picked up her legs and was able to rest her bare feet on the desk, on either side of her hips.

I stepped between Sally’s spread legs. With the back of my hands, I traced my fingers over her erect nipples. Sally smiled and sighed, “I love having my tits and nips played with.”

My hand slid back and forth between her large round breasts. Sally’s breath grew a bit deeper and she purred, “So nice!”

I wasn’t in a hurry. In fact, I was constantly reminding myself to go slow. I wanted Sally to enjoy her first man-made orgasm … and hopefully come back for more.

Her erect nipples looked inviting. I took one between my thumb and finger. After taking my time giving the red nub light pulsating pinches, I pinched it hard.

Sally groaned, yelped and said, “Christ! What the fuck? That hurt!”

I asked, “Could you feel it all the way to your pussy?”

She shyly admitted, “Yes!”

I pinched her nipple again, about half as hard, held it and asked, “Should I stop?”

In a deep husky voice, she begged, “Please … Oh God … please don’t stop.”

As I turned my attention to her other breast and nipple, Sally propped herself up, with one hand. The other reached for her bald, pink swollen and dripping cunt. When she was inches away from touching herself, I gently took hold of her wrist gaziantep bayan eskort and asked, “What are you doing Sally?”

“I want to cum,” she begged.

“You will cum. I’ve already promised, but we’re going to do it my way. Put your hand behind you, with the other.”

She whimpered, but complied. I had been ready to move from her tits, but because of her eagerness, I decided to pleasure and torture her nipples for a few more minutes. I loved when Sally groaned. I also loved when she winced.

Sally remained perched on the edge of my desk, with me standing between her thighs. I took a half step to the side and pressed my right middle finger into her open twat. She was tight, but I easily slid in. I pulled completely from her and then pressed two fingers in. She groaned, humped against my hand and easily took both fingers.

With two fingers surrounded by her warm wet pussy walls, I explored her tunnel. It only took a few seconds and I knew I had her special spot, when she jumped.

I concentrated my rubbing in that spot and asked, “How does it feel?”

She was looking at me with unfocused eyes. She smiled and replied, “Amazing!”

“I’m playing with your g-spot. You’ll have to teach your boys were it is and how you liked it rubbed.”

“I like it rubbed … just … like … that! I’m gonna … I’m gonna … I’m …” I pulled my fingers from her cunt and pushed them into her mouth, an instant before she was going to cum.

I quickly leaned in and when my face was inches from her, I growled, “Trust me! I’m going to make this incredible for you.”

Sally was caught off guard, by the intensity of my words. She sucked my probing fingers, cleaned them and nodded her understanding.

When she had settled, I let my fingers pop from between her willing lips. I dropped my hand between her splayed legs and touched her clit gently. Sally pushed into my hand and I let her. I rubbed her clit in a circle for a bit and then dragged my fingers along her heaving pussy lips and back to her needy nub.

“And this,” I pinched her clit, making her jump, “is your clit. You’ll need to teach your boys how good it feels, when they touch it.”

She moaned again, closed her eyes and enjoyed my touch. I explored her clit, pussy and brown tight asshole, with my fingers.

Deciding that it was time for Sally’s first man-triggered orgasm, I slipped two fingers back into her twenty year old snatch, found her g-spot again and got the normal reaction and grunt. The thumb of my other hand found her clit and rubbed.

Her orgasm was immediate and explosive. She cried, “Moooooother fuuuuucker!” Supported by her hands and feet, she lifted her full ass off the desk top and helped fuck her against my piston-like hand. Her orgasm lasted nearly a minute and when she sat back against the desk, I leaned in, sucked her clit into my mouth, and continued the finger assault of her g-spot.

This cum took a little longer and it built in intensity, over the next few moments. The first sign it was close, was when she grabbed the back of my head and held it tight against her cunt. She started an urgent bucking into my face and screeched, “CCCccccuuuuummmming!”

As she finished, I let her fall back onto the desk. I took an ankle in each hand, spread her legs wide, and walked my rock hard nine inches into Sally’s steaming pussy. She was vice tight, as I worked my thick log up her teenage hole.

“Yes … Fuck yes … fuck me … fuck me … FUCK MMMEEEEEEE!”

I power banged Sally with the energy of a kid and watched as she enjoyed being ravished. Unfortunately, at nearly fifty years old, my power fucking ability only lasts for short periods. I pulled Sally back into a sitting position on the desk top and instructed, “Hold on to my neck.”

Sally’s arms circled my neck and her legs circled my waist, I picked up the sexy slut and backed into my chair, plopping down with a thud. I asked, “Please do the work for a while.”

Her thighs straddled my waist and my cock was buried in her steaming cunt. Slowly, Sally would raise herself, until only my plum-sized cock head was at her wet entrance and then she’d drop, impaling herself on my thick nine inches.

Sally did this over and over. I was overcome with the urgency of her thrust and her tits dragging across my face. When I latched onto a hard pink nipple, my sexy neighbor grunted her approval. I started to hump into her, every time she dropped back into my lap.

I reached behind her and grasped an ass cheek in each hand. Sally grunted and when I slid a finger along her soaked ass crack and into her super tight back-hole, Sally arched her back, stretched her neck to the ceiling and called out, “You sick perv … I’m … cummmmmming!”

When Sally’s orgasm finished, she slumped over, nearly covering my sitting form. After recovering, she wiggled on my hard rod and said, “I can’t believe you haven’t cum yet.”

I smiled at the compliment and told her, “I came pretty fast the first time. I’ve been trying to make it last, but I’m getting close!”

Sally leaned back and sat against my upper thighs. “I kind-of have a rule,” she started. “Even though I’m on the pill, I don’t let guys cum in my pussy. I lost control a little bit, but can you cum in my mouth instead?”

“Sure Sally, your mouth is great.” I gave her a look, before asking, “How about your ass?”

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My English Teacher

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This is a true story about the most special woman in my life. Some people may be offended by this material, or my think it belongs in another category, or just want to gripe about grammar or that I used the wrong tense in a sentence on page 3. Keep those comments to yourself and move on.

However, if you would like to make a comment about the events in the story, or relate a tale about your experiences, I genuinely welcome your feedback and look forward to replying to you. Finally, all people participating in any sexual acts in this story were over the age of 18. Enjoy.

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As a high school sophomore I was definitely becoming aware of the other sex. There were many budding young girls to pique a young man’s interest, but the person who really attracted my attention was my English Teacher, Mrs. Collins. As you will see she played a key role in my sexual development.

Simply put, Mrs. Collins was a very elegant woman. She always dressed in a striking manner and each day I looked forward to see what she was wearing. She never wore slacks, always a dress, suit or skirt and blouse, which was perfectly fine with me as her legs were slender, shapely, were always accentuated by high heels. Her dresses and skirts were usually snug fitting, nicely displaying her curvy rear, shapely hips and pert breasts, which stood out prominently. Her blouses, although not tight, would gap open enough to allow me glimpses of her lacey bra. She carried herself in a regal manner, showing she was proud to be a woman and her movements said she enjoyed displaying that fact. The sway of her hips is a memory forever etched in my mind’s eye. I watched and enjoyed Mrs. Collins for a year and she became my feminine vision in many wet dreams. I never gave any thought about her age because she was so much more beautiful and sexy than any younger woman. Many years later I learned she was 51 at the time. She certainly looked much younger.

My junior year I attended a new high school that just opened closer to my home. On the first day I was very pleased to see Mrs. Collins was also teaching there. Seeing her in the hall I stopped and told her I was glad she was teaching at the new school, but added I was disappointed I was not in any of her classes. This meant I got to see her every day and continued to enjoy her elegant appearance. The new school was only a 15-minute walk from my house. While walking home one afternoon during the first week I heard a car horn and looked to see Mrs. Collins wave to me. This became a regular occurrence and I began thinking she must live in the area. One rainy morning while on the way to school I head the horn and Mrs. Collins pulled over to offer me a ride so I would not be soaked by the time I got to school. While chatting along the way she said, “I only live in the next block of your street and I’m more than happy to give you a ride to get you out of the nasty weather.”

“I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” I responded as I enjoyed the view of her legs as she drove. I wanted to tell her how much I appreciated her as a woman, but thought better about blurting out such a thing as it could ruin the wonderful visions I enjoyed of her. We shared numerous rides throughout the year as she, “Looked out for my well being.”

In February my dad passed away. I had barely arrived at school one morning when I was called to the Principal’s Office where I was told my Dad was sick and the Doctor had called asking for me to come home right away. As the Principal gave me the news, Mrs. Collins was standing near by and heard the conversation. She immediately told the Principal she did not have a first period class and would be willing to give me a ride home as it was an icy cold day. We rode in silence as she sensed my worry and deep thoughts, but on arriving at the house, placed her hand softly on my arm and said if I needed any help or just wanted to talk, she was available. Thinking back, I’m sure the principal had told her my Dad had actually died in order to prepare her. I looked directly into her eyes for the first time and saw a very special woman and friend. I quietly said, “Thank you. I will.”

The next month or so when we shared a ride, we rode in near silence as compared to before my Dad’s death. Finally, one day Mrs. Collins asked how I was dealing with everything. When she did not get a meaningful response she shared some details of her life, telling me her husband had died suddenly at a young age. She went on to tell me how she coped with her loss and turned her life back in a positive direction. I told her I truly valued her words and finally began to open up to her in the ensuing weeks. One question kept nagging at me and finally I came out and asked her, “Why didn’t you ever get married again? You are such a beautiful woman and a special person. I’m sure there are a lot of men who would love to make you their wife.”

She told me that although she adjusted to the loss and had many friends, she never found a man that met her expectations and she was not going to gaziantep bayan escort numaraları settle for just any man. She had a large circle of friends and enjoyed a variety of activities and functions. One of her biggest joys was golf, which her husband had taught her. She felt continuing to play kept her in touch with his memory in a positive way.

After a pause she touched my arm and asked, “You said earlier I was beautiful woman. Do your really think so?”

At first, I had a terrible fear I had said something I shouldn’t have, but looking into her eyes I could see she asked with genuine sincerity. Hoping the words would come to me I began speaking very slowly, “Y, y, yes.”

She interrupted seeing I was having a hard time answering, “I’m sorry, I should not have asked you that. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” As she spoke she squeezed my arm

“That’s OK,” I responded, “I know you honestly care about me, which I truly appreciate. You are also very pretty and because you are so considerate that’s why I think you are a beautiful woman.”

“Well then I must say thank you very much for the lovely compliment. It is nice to know I can still turn a man’s head, especially a young gentleman like you, Peter. I know that was a very difficult question for you to answer.” As she replied, her chest swelled, emphasizing her beautiful breasts and for the first time I could make out the outline of her nipples poking out. She then put her hand on her chest and ran it down over her body seemingly to smooth her clothes, but actually the gesture emphasized her lovely feminine shape.

This conversation stuck in my mind. I sensed she really enjoyed my calling her a beautiful woman and wanted me to enjoy her body as she “showed” it off. I knew I didn’t really give a good answer to her question, so I wrote the following note:

Mrs. Collins,

I know you felt you embarrassed me when you asked why I thought you are beautiful. Yes, for an, instant there was some embarrassment, but I know you did not ask the question intending to embarrass or upset me. You had an honest and sincere reason for asking. I owe you the same honesty and sincerity in response.

What I find most beautiful about you is your caring heart. You have taken a genuine interest in me as a person and I feel I am better for that. You are a very attractive woman and quite frankly, I noticed that immediately when I was in your class last year. You exhibit a lot of pride in your appearance, have a trim figure and carry yourself with elegant dignity, unlike a lot of younger women and girls. Your clothes always flatter your figure, and coupled with your lovely eyes, beautiful hair and perfectly accented jewelry, complete a picture I can only describe as stunning.

I hope this is a more complete answer to your question.

Sincerely,

Peter

It was a week until I had the opportunity to give Mrs. Collins the note during a ride home from school. As we arrived at my house, I gave it to her as I left saying, “I wrote something I would like you to read later when you have a chance.”

She looked at me a bit quizzically, but took the note and smiled saying, “I’ll be happy to.”

The late spring weather was turning nice so our rides became less frequent, but she did rescue me from an afternoon shower one day. We shared our usual conversation and when we arrived at the house she reached into her purse and handed me an envelope. “I enjoyed your note and wanted to respond in kind.” I was very pleased to see her pretty smile as she spoke.

I accepted the note with a similar smile saying, “Thanks!” I tried not to run into the house, but I was very anxious to read her note.

Peter,

I greatly appreciated your note and want to sincerely thank you for your very kind words. I was indeed worried I had offended you, but your note allayed my fears. I am pleased to know I have been a positive influence in your life and helped you through a rough time.

I am also very pleased to know you find an older woman like me so attractive. I have often noticed how you look at me, and, thinking back, I recall your admiring looks when you were in my class. You are precisely correct in noting I do take pride in my appearance. I have always tried to keep my figure pleasing and I very much enjoy wearing stylish clothes. Being completely honest, I must say I enjoy receiving admiring looks from a man and have always tried to dress to encourage those looks, while still remaining elegant and lady-like. For me it is just part of being feminine, which I very much enjoy.

I appreciate your admiring looks as it lets me know all the curves are in the right place. More importantly, thank you for being a special friend and allowing me to be the same to you.

Very sincerely,

Beatrice Collins

I re-read her note many times and kept it to this day. At the time I did not pick up on the innuendo, but looking back, gaziantep escort bayan reklamları she was sending me a message. My dreams became more vivid as I imagined what Ms. Collins would be like as a lover.

One rainy afternoon near the end of the school year Ms. Collins stopped to give me a another ride home. She asked about my plans for the summer. I told her I really hadn’t thought about it, but more than likely I’d enjoy summer sports and swimming. She recalled, “That’s right, you were on the swim team and swimming a lot over the summer will get you in better condition for next year.” After a brief pause she asked, “Are you interested in earning some money over the summer?”

I said, “Sure! What do you have in mind?”

I need someone to take care of my yard and some other minor chores around my house. I always like to keep it in nice shape.” Simultaneously she smoothed her blouse and skirt as if to remind me how nice she has kept her shape. I certainly did notice her shape as well as her smile. As I was getting out of the car she said, “If your Mom approves you could come by on Saturday and I’ll show you what is needed.”

At dinner I told my Mom Ms. Collins had asked me to do her yard work this summer. Mom was pleased to hear I had the opportunity to take on the responsibility of a job. To her that was more important than the money. I was just happy for the opportunity to see Ms. Collins regularly throughout the summer.

That evening I called Ms. Collins and told her, “My Mom said there is no problem with me doing your yard work. You said earlier I could come by Saturday, what time would be convenient for you?”

I detected a note of excitement in her voice as she responded, “Wonderful Peter. I have an appointment to get my hair done Saturday morning, but I should be home by 1 PM. Would that be OK for you?”

Trying not to sound too excited I said, “Perfect. I look forward to seeing you then.”

I wanted to dress nicely, but the job was to care for her yard so wore a polo shirt and cargo shorts with my best pair of running shoes. As I walked the short block to her house, I tried to control my excitement.

With as much confidence as I could muster I rang the door bell. I heard the sound of her heels on the floor as she neared the door. The sound suddenly stopped and several seconds later continued approaching until she opened the door. With a big smile she said, “Please come in Peter, you are right on time. I’m already impressed.”

I could not help but notice her appearance. Her ash blond hair was perfectly styled, having just been to the hairdresser, but her outfit was even more stunning. She wore a white silk blouse with a couple buttons open showing some of her cleavage, something I had never seen before. Below, a tight royal blue skirt with the hem about 8 inches above her knees and beautiful high heels. Quickly shaking myself out of my reverie, I said, “Good afternoon.” In a concession to my thoughts of her appearance I continued, “I really like your hair, it is beautiful.”

“Thank you Peter, I’m pleased you noticed. Continuing she said, “Come in so we can discuss this job. As she lead me into her home I noticed a full length mirror a short distance from the door and realized the brief silence I heard before she opened the door was because she was making a final check of her appearance. I felt honored that she wanted to look just right for me. She took a seat on the sofa, offering me a seat on the opposite end, the turned to face me and crossed her legs. Her tight skirt rode and allowed a wonderful view of her shapely thighs. She noticed my gaze and tried to pull her skirt down but did not have much luck as it was so tight. She smiled and said, “I’m sorry, you are not used to seeing me dressed so casually.

I replied, “I understand, but it is nice to see a different facet of you.”

We got down to business as Ms. Collins detailed what she expected of me. It was nothing difficult, but she made it clear she expected the work to be completed on a regular basis as she would plan her schedule around it. We then went outside to tour the small yard so she could point out some special details. It was wonderful following her and watching her very feminine wiggle. As she stepped onto the grass in her high heels she started to lose her balance. I was close enough so I was able to reach her and prevent her from falling. She then grasped my arm with both hands and said, “Maybe I should hang on as we walk. Thank you for rescuing me.” I enjoyed her hips rubbing against me.

Her yard was surrounded by a high, thick hedge, which made it very private. There was a lounge chair in an area between the back of her garage and the hedge, but the area still got plenty of sunlight. It looked like a very peaceful spot. Ms. Collins saw my interest and indicated she often sun bathed and read there as it was very serene. As she bent over to point out some flowers she wanted gaziantep escort kız telefonları me to be careful around, I was treated to a lovely view of her full breasts and lacey bra. In another location I was standing behind her when she bent over at the waist which caused her tight skirt to ride way up and I could clearly see her stocking tops and creamy thighs. Standing up, she turned to me saying, “I think I have shown you everything, do you have any questions?”

“No Ma’am,” I responded.

“Peter, while working here this summer I think we can be a little less formal. Please call me Bea or Beatrice. Is that OK with you?”

“Yes Ma’am…Bea,” I said, catching myself.

“I can understand your being nervous, but I’m sure in no time you’ll be fine with it. Now, let’s go back in and discuss the financial arrangements.”

Bea wiggled slightly and pushed her skirt back down, and gave me a knowing smile as I enjoyed the view. She again tightly held my arm and snuggled against me as we walked back to the house. She asked if she could get me a drink as she was getting one for herself. As I waited in the living room I looked around the room and noticed a large number of photographs. When she returned I said, “I love all the photos. I particularly like those,” as I pointed to some fall mountain scenes. “Did you take them?”

“Yes, I did. I have always enjoyed photography and take a lot of photos when I travel. I actually have a small dark room in the basement and develop my own pictures.”

“They are beautiful. They allow your mind to wander and get lost in the scene.”

“My, you have quite an eye for them.” Seeing my enthusiasm she continued, “If you are interested in photography I would be willing to teach you more about it. Maybe you would discover a new hobby. I have also taken a number of photos of other subjects too. Let me know if you want to pursue it. I’d love to help you appreciate photography as an art form.”

We returned to our business and Bea told me how much she would pay to start, and indicated she would consider a raise as my performance warranted. “Do we have a deal,” she asked?

“We do,” and agreed I would start the following Friday as school would be out. She thought by working on Friday’s it would not ruin my weekends.

To seal our contract she leaned toward me to shake hands. This allowed me another view of her breasts. As she sat back she noticed my gaze and asked, “By your look, am I to assume you still think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes Ma…Beatrice, I certainly do. I hope you will not be upset if I also tell you your legs are very lovely.”

“Not at all Peter. I always enjoy your compliments.” As she said this she caressed her thighs and smiled. “I’m sure you’ll see much more of them as I plan on playing a lot of golf this summer and I always wear short skirts for that. Have you ever played golf?”

“No, my Dad never had a membership at any of the country clubs.”

As she walked me to the door she added, “Well, I’ll have to take you sometime. I enjoy it because it is both relaxing and good exercise.” With a big smile she said, “That’s one thing that keeps my legs in shape.”

Throughout the week visions of Bea in the outfit she wore Saturday filled my head and fueled my dreams. It certainly looked like I had a very enjoyable summer ahead of me.

Friday I arrived right on time and rang the doorbell to tell Bea I was starting so I would not surprise her. She was dressed in only a short, light robe as she welcomed me and said it was alright to go ahead and explained she was getting ready for an appointment later. As always her breasts stood out prominently and she smiled, knowing I was enjoying them.

I was about half finished when she came out to offer me a cool drink. It was unseasonably hot for early summer so I had taken my shirt off to be comfortable and begin working on my tan. As she handed me the drink I noticed her looking at my chest. Somewhat embarrassed I said, “I’m sorry, I hope you don’t mind me working without a shirt on.”

“That’s not a problem. It is hot today and I’m sure you want to get a nice tan.

“Yes Ma’am, I mean Beatrice, that’s the real reason.”

“I thought so. Besides, I don’t mind looking at a young man with a nice physique. You can do it anytime you are here,” she said with her wonderful smile.

At the same time I was enjoying her beautiful physique which was nicely displayed in a light form fitting sleeveless knit top that clung to her tits and showed her thin lacey bra. Her tight skirt appeared to be part of a suit and of course she wore high heels. As much as I wanted to compliment her appearance, I thought it better not to say something I’d regret later and just enjoyed the view as we chatted. I thanked her for the drink and returned to my work.

As I was finishing putting the tools away Bea came out on the back porch and told me to just come in the kitchen when I had everything put up.

As I entered, she had already poured another drink for me and motioned for had me to sit at the table with her. She had arms folded on the table which pushed her breasts straight out toward me. A man would have to be blind to miss her nipples standing out. She indicated I had been there for four hours and handed me my first payment saying, “I watched you and was very impressed with how steadily and efficiently you worked. The yard looks just the way I like it. You have done a fine job.”

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Well, I hope you guys like this one as much as you did ‘Aunt Raven’. I’ve worked on it just as hard and have high hopes for it.

I’m off to start what I hope to be a great new chapter to ‘Aunt Raven’, wish me luck.

Thank you for all the wonderful comments and emails.

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She lay under her extremely, overweight husband hoping, praying that tonight would be her lucky night and Bill would last longer than his normal thirty seconds. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had an orgasm and it was slowly taking its toll on her. It just wasn’t normal to go three years without being pleased by your husband.

He humped her like some whore he’d picked up. Not caring if he pleased her or not, it was always him and never anything for her. Never a soft kiss, never a warm hug, never, ever did he even bother to once touch or suck her very large and supple C cup breasts that she loved to have fondled.

It was nothing for her to explode into a mind blowing orgasm just having one of her tender nipples sucked. Before she met Bill, she lived to have a guy suck them and afterwards, they’d be rewarded with the best blowjob a man could ever dream of, but Bill just focused on himself and she was sick of it.

He grunted thrusting his small six inch dick in and out of her as fast as he could move, not caring anything about her or if she ever came. He needed to pull a nut as he thought about the new girl in the office. She was so young, alive and he loved flirting with her. Her tiny ass filled his mind as he used his wife’s sloppy, old pussy, wishing all the time that it was the girl from the office under him.

She just lay there knowing that he’d be cuming and she’d be left with the same empty feelings as always. ‘Why don’t you touch me anymore?’ she asked herself as his pace quickened. ‘I love you to suck my tits and I’ll do anything you want,’ she thought again, knowing he’d never do that. He hadn’t sucked them in so long and she missed it so much.

He grunted again and it was over, just as fast as it had started. He’d gotten his nut off and it wasn’t his beautiful wife that did it. He climbed off her, not a thank you; kiss my ass or a single word. He walked to the bathroom to wash off and that was it.

She turned on her side as tears of more hurt than any woman had ever felt and she cried. Praying that he’d start loving her or she knew they were over. She couldn’t live like this anymore. She was in her prime and she needed to be fucked by a skilled man and to orgasm around a nice, big cock.

‘Fuck it!’ she thought wiping her eyes. ‘I’m finding me a guy and I’m going to fuck him to death!’ she thought again as Bill sat on the bed smoking. ‘Can I have one, please?’ she asked sitting up next to him.

He just tossed her the pack, lighter, and didn’t even look at her. For some reason it made him sick to look at her anymore. He could barely stand to fuck her, but he hated to jack himself off, so he used her old, sloppy pussy.

‘I hate you,’ she said to herself as she lit a cigarette and moved to her side of the bed, trying to think of a man that liked her. She needed someone that was kind, loving and would want her and not just to fuck. She thought and thought, but no one came to mind. ‘I’ll find somebody,’ she said to herself with a smile, put out the cigarette and lay down to sleep.

*.

The next morning she sat at her dressing table brushing her long, black hair trying to think of a man she knew that would want her. She was still a great looking lady at thirty six. A few winkles here and there, but nothing that bad.

She opened her panty drawer and pulled out a tiny pair of sheer white ones. They always made her feel so innocent, but so sexy. She slowly pulled them up her slender hips, enjoying the feel of the delicate material gliding over her flesh, until they were covering her excited pussy. ‘Oh God! Why in the hell do I wear these things?’ she moaned, rubbing two fingers over her wet pussy, wishing a handsome man would come into her miserable life and end her loneliness. ‘Someday soon,’ she smiled pulling on her thin, silk robe, walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and a cigarette.

She sat dreaming of a loving, caring man to hold her in his arms while fucking her brains out. ‘Why me?’ she asked feeling juices pouring from her lonely pussy, wishing for a man to come and love her. She wanted to be held while a long, hard cock slid in and out of her tight pussy. She wanted her breasts sucked and in turn, she would return the favor by sucking his cock for as long as he wanted, with no complaints what so ever.

‘Knock, knock!’

‘Who in the heck is that?’ she said drifting from her dreams. ‘It’s too early for this shit,’ she added, figuring it was some salesman or some of those annoying church people that lived to harass people. She pulled her robe together and walked through the house to the front door. She looked out the peephole and smiled. ‘I forgot about you coming over!’ gaziantep escort ilanları she swung open the door and smiled. ‘Hi Pete, I forgot you were coming over to help me today,’ she smiled looking over the tall and very handsome young boy.

Pete and her son were best friends until last year, but for some reason last year they stopped talking and she never knew why. Pete was tall, maybe six foot with brown hair to his shoulders and his big, brown eyes were just wonderful.

‘Hey Mrs. Sonnet.’ Pete smiled, trying his best not to look at her large breasts, but it was so hard not to. He loved sneaking an occasional look at them, but there was no way he wanted her to see him doing it. He loved working for her and didn’t want to take a chance and fuck it up.

‘How many times have a told you to call me Eva?’ she asked, giving him her motherly look. ‘I’ve known you since you were a baby and there’s no need to be so formal,’ she smiled thinking of her coffee and cigarette in the kitchen. ‘I was still having coffee, come and join me,’ she said motioning for him to enter the house. ‘It’ll be nice having someone to chat with,’ she added as he walked in and she shut the door, trying to remember when the last time that she and Bill even talked at the table.

‘I’d love to,’ he smiled back to her as she led the way. ‘Oh my Lord!’ he thought watching her great ass wiggling under the silk robe. ‘You’re so beautiful!’ he moaned to himself, not having the nerve to say it aloud and risk his teeth being knocked down his throat by her husband. ‘So, how you been?’ he asked watching the silk robe flipping up with each step she took, hoping he’d get a chance to see her entire ass. He’d dreamt of her every night for most of his life and when he and Bobby stopped talking, it killed Pete not being able to see Eva.

It warmed her lonely heart to actually ask her how she was doing. ‘I’m ok I guess,’ she replied as they walked in the bright, sunny kitchen. ‘How do you like your coffee?’ she asked turning to see him looking at her ass and she couldn’t help but smile. She remembered Pete loved following her around and trying not to be caught looking at her boobs, but Eva saw him and for some odd reason, it never bothered her.

‘Black,’ he said not knowing that she’d seen him checking out her ass. It had been so long since he’d talked to her and enjoyed looking at this beautiful woman.

‘How’s it feel to be out of school?’ she asked turning around and again, his big, brown eyes were looking at her ass. ‘I think someone loves my butt,’ she said to herself and couldn’t help but smiling at him. ‘To bad you’re not older or I’d let you do a little more than look,’ she thought sitting the coffee down in front of him and noticed his eyes widen. She sat down across the table from him and saw that her robe had opened enough for young Pete to get a wonderful view of her breasts and again, it didn’t bother her.

He just looked at her, wishing she was his age or one of those women that liked being with young guys, but that was only true in porno movies and in a boy’s dream. No woman as pretty as Mrs. Sonnet would do a guy that was eighteen. She was married and her son was Pete’s age, why would she even think of doing him?

‘It ok. I’ll miss all my friends and the girls,’ he replied feeling his face turning red. How could he have said something like that to her? She was a beautiful woman that filled so many of his perverted dreams and here he was telling her that he’d miss seeing girls.

‘Poor baby,’ she said in a motherly voice, but it had a tone in it that she knew would turn him on. It sounded so seductive the way she’d said it and it was funny, but she was going to talk to him like that all day long. ‘I’ve really missed you,’ she said in the same wonderful, sexy voice, feeling her pussy getting wetter by the second. ‘You always talked to me and made me feel so good when you’d tell me how pretty I looked,’ she added watching his innocent face turning a nice shade of pink.

‘I know,’ he replied thinking of how much he’d missed her too. ‘You were the only one I could talk to without feeling embarrassed,’ he added thinking of all the times he’d shared some of his most hidden thoughts with her and never thought about it. She was more of a mother to him than his real one could ever dream of, but he didn’t want to think of her that way. He loved her and had some pretty explicit dreams of her to be his mother.

‘I missed being there for you too. I know you didn’t have anyone,’ she replied putting out her lower lip, not realizing that she was slowly driving young Pete insane with lust. She looked to his big, brown eyes, wishing that she had the nerve to grab him in her arms and give him the love he so dearly needed from a woman. ‘I don’t care what happened between you and Bobby, from now on, you’re welcome to come and be with me anytime you like. Day or night, I don’t care, I’m all yours,’ gaziantep escort kadın she smiled and something came to mind. She’d just told Pete that she was his and it made her pussy burn thinking about it.

Pete couldn’t help but smile when her words filled his ears. There were so many times in the last year that he wanted to just sit and share his feelings, but Bobby said he’d kill him if he ever saw him around his mother. ‘I didn’t want to piss Bobby off.’ Pete said, hoping he wasn’t at home.

‘What happened between you two? He wouldn’t say anything, except that you were a ‘fucking pervert’, she asked wanting an answer from Pete. She loved him and thought of him as a second ‘good’ son. Bobby was pretty much like his father, cold, to the point and a heatless fucker. Pete on the other hand was so sweet, caring and always mad her feel so good. ‘Oh my God!’ she gasped to herself when she realized that the man she’d been dreaming of, was sitting right in front of her.

He just laughed, knowing if he told her what happened; she might toss him out on his ass too. ‘I can’t tell you,’ he said hoping that she’d drop it.

She sat looking at him as her pussy began to tingle with excitement. ‘Come on, you tell me and I don’t care if it was something bad or what,’ she said lighting a cigarette and leaned up on her elbows, waiting for him to tell her and she wasn’t going to let him get out of telling her. ‘You might as well just me, because I’m not letting you go until you do,’ she smiled blowing smoke in his face, wondering what could have been so bad to end their ten year friendship.

‘It’s kind of embarrassing,’ he said reaching for one of her cigarettes and wondered how he was going to tell her. ‘We were down in your basement smoking a joint, when Bobby asked me if I could do anybody I wanted, who would it would be. I stalled all I could, asked him the same thing and after putting it off as long as I could,’ he stopped to take a drink of coffee and a very big drag from his cigarette he answered. ‘I said, you,’ he added in a very soft voice, waiting for her to tell him to get out. He knew this was it; he’d never get to enjoy her company again, see her pretty face and the thing that would hurt him the most, loosing her as a friend.

She couldn’t believe what he’d said, but after she thought for a minute, it made her feel so good. A young boy like Pete wanted her and she felt so excited. She didn’t know what to say. She was his mothers’ age and couldn’t just tell him that she felt the same way. This was going to be so hard, but if it worked out right, they both would be happy.

Eva reached to hold his hands and smiled. ‘That’s very sweet of you to say,’ she whispered to him, feeling as if her body was going to explode at any second. ‘Why in the world would you want to do it with an ugly, old woman like me?’ she asked feeling her face getting red. She was thirty six years old and here she was getting excited and embarrassed as a young kid.

He sat in shock at what she’d just said. ‘You’re not ugly or old!’ he almost yelled at Eva, looking into her powder blue eyes in shock. ‘You’re beautiful! I’d give anything I had to spend one night with you, hell, and even just a few minutes.’ Pete added as excitement rushed over him.

She reached to hold his hand and couldn’t believe her young admirer felt this way. ‘Calm down,’ she smiled at him, wondering just how much he did like her. ‘I was kidding. I know that I still look very good for my age,’ she added caressing Pete’s hand.

He enjoyed her warm hands on his and could feel something stirring in his jeans. ‘I think you’re a very beautiful woman and I meant every word I said,’ he replied, hoping his face didn’t look like a tomato. He paused for a few seconds enjoying Eva touching him and asked, ‘What did you need help with?’ he asked figuring she needed some yard work. Bobby never helped her do anything.

Eva was still a bit taken by Pete’s kind words and didn’t think she was going to waist time with yard work. Bill was out for the day doing who knew what and Bobby; Eva never knew where he was. She wanted to have her own fun today, but didn’t have a clue of what to do. ‘Let’s do something fun,’ she smiled, hoping Pete knew of something to do on this fine spring day.

‘What you got in mind?’ he asked taking a drink of coffee, wondering what had come over her. She loved her yard and over the last ten years won many awards for it.

‘I don’t know. I never do anything but work outside or clean house for my two pigs!’ Eva laughed thinking of all the housework, cleaning, doing the wash and cooking and she was tired of it. ‘Do you feel like going to the beach?’ she asked hoping he’d want to go. She hadn’t been to Savannah in years and heard they’d done some great things to River Street.

He thought and quickly replied, ‘Sure, it’d been fun,’ he smiled thinking of being with her for such a long time. He hadn’t been gaziantep escort kızlar with her in two years and now they’d be together all day. ‘I went there a few months ago. I think you’re really going to like it,’ he added thinking of all the shops that he knew she would love. Eva liked collecting dolls and Pete knew she was going to love it.

‘Great!’ she said with more excitement than she’d felt in years and it was the thought of spending the day away from home and a charming young guy to keep her company. ‘I’ll get dressed and we’ll get going,’ she smiled drinking the last of her coffee and ran to dress.

Pete loved seeing her so happy and in all the time he’d known her, never remembered her being this happy. He watched her walking away and felt his cock growing as Eva’s great, little ass filled his eyes. ‘God, I wish I was older,’ he whispered, wondering what it would be like to make love to a beautiful woman like Eva. She looked like an angel. Her face and eyes could hypnotize you after just a few seconds and her wonderful body made Pete hard instantly.

*.

They sat in the small café drinking a coke and sharing a small basket of fries, enjoying each other’s company. Eva loved Pete’s calming voice and his sweetness towards her. Pete just loved being with Eva. Sure he loved sneaking a peek at her large breasts under the very thin white summer blouse, but today, he just looked into her pretty eyes.

‘You’re going to spoil me,’ she whispered as Pete dipped a long fry into the catsup and lifted it to her mouth. She opened her mouth and bit it in two, wondering if Pete really meant what he’d said about wanting her. He was just a kid, but as sweet as he was, Eva knew he’d be a delightful lover.

‘Somebody should,’ he replied thinking of Bill and the way he treated Eva made Pete sick. She was such a magnificent lady and she deserved better.

‘You trying to sweet talk me, because if you are,’ she smiled, looking straight into his eyes, wondering if he really wanted her. ‘I like it.’ Eva whispered, feeling her tiny panties getting so wet, she hoped it wouldn’t soak through to her white jeans.

The waitress walked up to their table and smiled, ‘Can I get you two love birds anything else?’ she asked watching Eva’s face turning pink. ‘I’m sorry, I just assumed you were…lovers,’ she winked at Pete, having a good idea that the young guy hoped they were lovers.

‘We’re just very good friends.’ Eva replied with a smile as she caressed Pete’s hand. ‘We’re spending the day just having fun and forgetting all our problems,’ she added looking at the look of conquest on Pete’s face.

The waitress sat down next to Eva and looked at her. ‘I’m your age, maybe a little older and I’ve been going out with a guy that just turned twenty,’ she smiled thinking of her tall, handsome young lover. ‘I was married twenty five years and it was the most miserable time in my life. After we broke up, I met my guy and I’ve never been as happy as I am now,’ she smiled remembering the day her husband walked out of their house and how great it made her feel.

‘I have a very good idea how you felt. I have a real winner at home too.’ Eva laughed trying to keep thoughts of Bill and her son from her mind. Today was Pete’s day with her and she didn’t want anything to stand in the way of them having fun.

‘You guys look so hot together,’ the waitress smiled at them. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Sure.’ Eva replied taking a drink of coke.

‘What do you like the most about him? How innocent he is or the fact that he can fuck you all night long and wake up wanting you again?’ she asked thinking of all the nights her guy spent fucking her into oblivion.

Eva looked at the woman and couldn’t believe what she had asked. If she was fucking Pete, she wouldn’t tell someone she didn’t even know about it. ‘I guess the way he gently touches me. He can make me orgasm in just a few minutes.’ Eva said, hoping Pete wouldn’t say anything. She wanted Pete to have fun and if it meant lying about them having sex, what the hell.

‘Wow! You got you a good one,’ the waitress smiled, wishing her guy was the same. He loved playing with every inch of her body, but he always rushed things. ‘I can’t even imagine being touched into an orgasm. He gets on me and rides me like a wild man,’ she smiled knowing he’d be at home waiting for her and today, she was getting him.

‘Not Pete. He takes his times and savors every last inch of me.’ Eva smiled at Pete, hoping he didn’t mind that she was making all this up. ‘And, when he does me.’ Eva moaned and thought of Pete loving her the very same way. ‘He does me for hours and hours,’ she moaned again, hoping her wetness hadn’t gone through to her jeans.

The waitress sat looking at Eva and couldn’t believe that the guy made love to her that way. ‘Damn!’ she gasped, wishing her guy was that way. He could fuck her really nice, but he’d only last a few minutes before he’d cum. ‘You are one very, very lucky lady,’ she smiled to Eva feeling her own panties getting wet. ‘You guys have a great day,’ she added getting up and walked away.

‘Thank you.’ Eva smiled looking at Pete, hoping that she hadn’t embarrassed him or made him think that they would be making love. ‘I’m sorry for saying all that, but I didn’t want her thinking you didn’t get me,’ she added with a warm smile for ‘her’ guy.

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Carrie licked her lips nervously, straightened her top and knocked lightly on the door. She waited for a response, but she couldn’t hear anything – had she knocked hard enough or was he just busy? If she knocked again and he had heard her the first time but ignored it then wouldn’t he get really annoyed? She paused for a few seconds more, then took her courage in both hands and rapped sharply on the door.

“Come!” said a deep voice inside the room and she opened the door and went in.

A slightly shabby man with grizzled hair sat at a large desk with his back to her, typing something on an ancient computer.

“Can you bear with me a moment?” he asked, “I’m just in the middle of something.”

“Of course,” said Carrie and stood, fidgeting just inside the doorway.

He finished typing with a flourish and turned round to look at her. She was a pretty girl, fairly young looking for a first year undergraduate, with long, light brown hair and big hazel eyes. She was obviously nervous because she kept licking her lips.

“How very distracting,” he thought, trying to concentrate on her eyes, even though his gaze was more often drawn to her pointed, pink tongue flicking out between her dark red lips.

He sat there and looked at her solemnly as she explained breathlessly about her essay and how much she was struggling to find a suitable title on which she could write 5,000 words.

“Have you thought about examining the use of Gothic imagery in Lady Audley compared to the pastoral in Eliot or Hardy?” He asked, trying to concentrate on what she was saying.

He was nearly 54 and he’d been dealing with nubile undergraduates, mostly female, for going on 30 years. On the whole he was uninterested in them; a silly bunch of little girls wasting their parents’ money for 3 years while they tried to figure out whether to go into P.R. or get married. Every so often, though, there was a girl like this. An earnest, serious little thing who was not only attractive, but would attend every lecture, every seminar and obviously care about her subject.

Anthony ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, pushing it off his face and looked up at the clock. Dammit, staff meeting in 10 minutes.

“Look, Carrie. Why don’t you go off and do some more independent reading, bearing in mind the things we’ve talked about and then come back and see me at the end of the week? Thursday perhaps? I should be free that afternoon and we can discuss this at more length when I don’t have to go to some blasted bureaucrat’s staff meeting.”

Carrie agreed and smiled gratefully. She wasn’t used to teachers taking such an interest in her. She’d come to university straight from a private girl’s school where the teachers had treated the students as only one gene up from pond scum. Ignoring their requests for enlightenment and belittling their efforts, this adult discussion with a tutor was completely alien to her.

She smiled to herself as she thought of that gruff old man. She liked the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners and how unashamedly he wandered around in a tweed blazer with leather elbow patches. He was like some caricature or stereotype of an English professor and she was very taken with the distinguished figure he made, standing at the front of the lecture theatre declaiming about the origins and evolution of fiction or ranting about the way things were going in modern Britain. He made her laugh.

It surprised her how attractive she found him. Her only encounters with the male sex had been effeminate teenagers and she hadn’t been very impressed. Her father had died when she was 9 and she lived at home with her mother, 2 sisters and her granny. Coming from such a matriarchal home the masculine nature of the English department had been a bit of a shock. Sure there were female lecturers, it was just that she didn’t seem to have got any of them.

There was a weedy PhD student, an absent minded old Professor and Dr. Maitland –Anthony, she said to herself. That was another weird thing, calling lecturers by their first names. Anthony, Anthony, she said his name to herself a few times to try and get used to it.

She was still thinking about him when she got back to her room. He was so gruff and masculine, his face weather beaten and tanned made his blue eyes really stand out. She liked the way his square hands were well kempt, despite his general scruffiness and thinking about them now made her cheeks grow warm.

“How bizarre,” she said to herself, “I think I’ve got a crush on him, but he must be over 30 years older than me.”

The more she thought about it, the more the idea turned her on. It seemed gaziantep bayan escort to be the age difference that did it: how strange and perverted it was that she fancied someone so much older.

Her hand was sliding into her waistband as she analysed the situation. By the time she had resolved it she was lying on the bed, her hand in her knickers, rubbing her pussy in fast little circles.

She thought about her seducing him on Thursday. Walking in there in tight clothes and slutty underwear, flashing her legs and making him want her against his better judgment. She felt herself grow wetter as she thought about this, but some how it didn’t seem very satisfying.

She stopped for a moment and then resumed the steady massage of her most intimate areas as she imagined him taking her against her will. She was sweet, she was innocent, but he was threatening her physically and with bad grades. He started pulling at her clothes, exposing her delicate young skin to his lewd gaze and rough, ink stained fingers.

She was getting so hot now, she loved the idea of being perverted by an older man. Forced into submission by his strong personality and determination. She felt herself teetering on the brink of orgasm now and stepped the fantasy up a notch.

He was forcing her to suck his cock. Ramming his big, thick, old man cock into her mouth and down her throat; holding her head pressed into his crotch, then pulling it away by her hair. Before she knew it her had her bent over the desk, her little pleated skirt pushed up over her hips, her knickers round her ankles, her naked bottom exposed to his look and touch.

She felt vulnerable, utterly exposed and lay there, panting, waiting for his next move. He put his hands on her bare flesh, feeling how smooth, firm and young it felt, then pulled her buttocks apart to show her wet, pink slit and the little puckered hole above it.

With no warning at all he poked his spit-wetted finger into her arsehole as he jammed his big cock into her cunt and …

She came hard and suddenly, her body spasming with brief, shameful pleasure. For a little while she absent-mindedly stroked herself as she came down from her orgasmic high, then abruptly pulled her hand away and re-arranged her clothes.

***

The next day she pondered the situation some more as she sat in the library stolidly working through the list of articles and books Anthony had recommended. Even after the self-induced release of masturbation and fantasy she still found the idea of sex with her tutor incredibly appealing. Normally when she fancied someone inappropriate (the plumber who came to fix the gas leak last summer sprang to mind) a quick one or two orgasms, administered privately, usually exorcised the attraction.

She had no idea what to do. Sex had never been so appealing before. There was something about this gruff old middle-aged man that really turned her on and she wanted to do something about it, even though she fully realised how inadvisable it was – on more than one level!

Eventually she settled the matter, by leaving it up to chance and up to him. Heaven knows, she wasn’t going to throw herself at him, but she’d make herself as attractive as possible, whilst retaining the innocent angel look, and then, if he made a move, she’d just … let him.

Once she had resolved this, her mind was free to return to the question of the essay. The issue suddenly became clear. What more interesting and appropriate topic than the manifestation of female sexuality in the English nineteenth century novel?

“Bingo!” She thought, “That’s two problems solved.”

***

Come Thursday, though, Carrie’s resolve had weakened a little. Not about the essay, she was already excitedly re-reading some of her set-texts to find the most apt novels to discuss, but about the sex.

She was both very nervous and incredibly frustrated. She had been fantasising about Anthony almost continually since their last meeting and she’d lost count of the number of times she’d brought herself to orgasm, but it was probably into double figures by now.

Dressed with especial care in a chocolate coloured, pleated corduroy skirt that came to just above her knees paired with some pointy, knee-high, black boots and a clingy green top with long sleeves that had a wide neck to leave one shoulder bare she felt sexy, but didn’t look too over-dressed for everyday. Underneath she had gone a bit further. She never wore tights, preferring the secret thrill of stockings and suspenders and she was wearing these now; black, like the lacy French knickers and balcony bra she also gaziantep bayan escort ilanları had on.

Her make-up was light, but flattering. She just looked like a more polished version of herself, though the warm pink lip gloss make her full lips look wet, pouted and unbelievably sexual.

“Perfect,” she thought as she checked her reflection in the lift’s mirror on the way up to the department. She walked briskly along to Anthony’s office. She may not have been overdressed to a casual onlooker, but she was way more dressed up than normal and one of the other students or the secretary might notice and wonder at it.

She knocked on the door, firmly this time. She felt sexy and it gave her confidence. She walked into the room when she heard him reply and sat down in the chair placed at right angles to his desk, crossing her legs demurely at the ankle. He had his back to her still, scribbling something fast onto a manuscript.

She waited patiently until he had finished then smiled sweetly at him. He didn’t fail to notice her glossy, sexual lips. He felt his prick hardening just looking at those plump lips, briefly imagining them wrapped around his throbbing flesh.

They exchanged a glance then. Nothing lingering, nothing overt; brief, hot. It was enough to inflame them, but not enough to truly read the other’s desire.

They carried on as normal, discussing the novels, discussing Carrie’s idea. He nodded thoughtfully as she expounded it and listed her secondary sources.

“I think I might have something germane to that topic,” he said, standing up to reach his bookshelves.

“Ah, here we are. There’s an article in here that specifically refers to the potential damage caused to women by repressing their emotions. You could argue that this same damage could be caused by repressing sexuality, leading to the kind of physiological malaise seen in many of the female characters we’ve studied.”

He sat down again, opening the book to the right section and tilting it towards Carrie so that she could follow his finger as he read down the page. She shuffled her chair closer to him and leaned across. Trying to read she flushed as she felt his arm pressed against the side of her breast and deliberately angled herself so that he could see down the front of her top.

To be fair to Anthony he barely noticed the extensive view of her cleavage or the slight, soft pressure of her breast. No, he was utterly distracted by the sweet musky scent he could smell. That unique, rich fragrance given off by a woman in her sexual prime who was aroused and welcoming.

They could feel the warmth of each other’s bodies and she could smell the tobacco from his pipe on his jacket. Slowly, slowly they leaned in towards each other. Now they were touching along the full length of their arm, the rough tweed of his blazer grazing the bare skin of her shoulder.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and looked up at his face. Her eyes were wide with dilated pupils, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly apart and suffused with blood. Her whole expression shouted arousal and he could not resist it any longer.

He had tried to be an adult; tried to shun his sexual feelings for this girl as he had for those previous few, but this was too much temptation and too close. It was obvious that she was physically attracted to him, despite his age and how could he resist a nubile, young, sweet girl – one ripe and fresh for plucking.

He doubted that she’d make a move on him, she was young and in awe of his status, she may not even realise her own feelings fully. No, the onus was on him to act and he did.

He leant his head down and kissed her full on the lips, cupping the back of her head with his large, strong hand. The smooth silk of her hair slipped through his fingers and the burning heat of her soft, sticky lips overwhelmed him. He thrust his muscular tongue between her lips and explored the taste and textures of her mouth; raping it utterly.

She was passive, savouring his intrusion, but he feared he had gone too far when he felt no real response and pulled away. She moaned from the very back of her throat as he withdrew and instinctively wrapped her arms around him as she planted her mouth back on his.

She was lying along the length of his body now, pushing him back in his chair and kissing him ferociously. She’d let him make the first move, but she wanted him too much to let him develop scruples about it now.

Her passion ignited his fully and he responded with as much desire as she was showing, enveloping her in his arms and grinding his gaziantep bayan escort reklamları lips on hers. His hands started wandering, exploring the hot strip of smooth skin above her waist band, over the round curve of her bottom, down her thigh, then up it again, pushing under her skirt.

“Christ!” He exclaimed as his hand reached the hard strap of her suspenders cutting into her tender flesh. “You planned this!”

Carrie was about to reply, to deny this accusation, but she didn’t have a chance. His last reservation about the situation vanished as he realised what how very willing she was.

Now her fantasies seemed to come true, as he turned into a man possessed. He pushed up, out of his chair and pulled her to the floor. His hand were everywhere as he stripped her of her top, pulled her bra straps down, tucked off her panties and pushed her skirt up round her wasit. His hands were hard and eager, squeezing and pinching her soft flesh, bringing it to his mouth so that he could taste it, suck it, bite it with sharp little nips that set her body on fire.

She lay there, dazed and willing, responding to his touch and instructions, kissing and stroking him and enjoying the intoxicating sensation of being entirely consumed with desire.

He knelt down between her legs and starting to flick at her clit with his tongue. She squirmed away from him, it was too sensitive for such rough treatment.

“Fine,” he said gruffly, “if you don’t want it I bloody well do.”

So saying he knelt up and slowly unzipped his trousers. She watched in anticipation, hoping the real life model would live up to her fantasies. As he slowly pulled his cock out she sighed with pleasure, it was even more meaty than she had hoped, she craved it inside her. He moved forward then and pinched her nose and, as she opened her mouth to breathe, he slid his dick in and starting fucking her mouth.

Her eyes opened wide with astonishment. She’d never given head before and to be used like this shocked her beyond belief. She struggled to get up, but that just drove his cock deeper into her throat. He took his hand away from her nose and held her down by the hair.

She lay there, unable to do anything but take it and, as she did, she slowly started to enjoy. She began using her tongue a little bit, suckling on his thick cock and moaning, her excitement growing even more when he reached down to put his hand between her legs and stroke her wet pussy. He dipped his fingers in and used her juices to lubricate his fingers as he stroked her clit.

Her moaning and writhing grew more frantic as she approached climax, heightening his pleasure too.

“Not yet you don’t,” he told her, as she bucked her hips up against his hands, trying to reach the ecstasy that was so close. He took his hand away and pulled his cock out of her mouth, now dripping with her saliva.

He loved having her submissive like this, willing yet struggling, enjoying the struggle. He wiped away the moisture from around her mouth, then continued his dominance of her. He held her down by the wrists, leaning all his weight on them as he repositioned himself between her legs.

She opened them as wide as she could, longing for his prick inside her. When he entered her she felt the most exquisite mix of pleasure and pain and the deep, satisfying sensation of fullness.

He, in turn, savoured the hot, clinging embrace of her pussy around his cock and the pulsing grip of it as he slowly thrust in and out. He looked down at her beautiful young face as she screwed up her face in pleasure and mewled for him to fuck her more, faster, harder.

He couldn’t believe the incredible feeling of her cunt, how tight it was, he stared at her firm, young, pert breasts as he ground his cock into her over and over. He was so close now. She was rolling her hips, trying to rub her clit against the base of his cock. He couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

Both of them started to buck and thrust harder and faster. The rhythm and heat built until the climax was inevitable and they were straining to reach it, to climb to the heights of ecstasy together.

Carrie came first, her cunt rippling and pulsing with orgasm, milking his cock until he came too, pounding into her and fucking like he hadn’t fucked for 25 years. She yelled as she came and he had to put his hand over her mouth to silence her, he could not risk any questions or, even worse someone walking in. At the thought of the immense risk he had just taken by fucking one of his students here, on the floor of his office, his orgasm intensified and he jabbed into her sweet, tender pussy with one last, massive thrust.

They lay together on the floor, the sweat drying on their exhausted bodies. Carrie felt sore all over, her wrists, her jaw, between her legs, but she also felt so incredibly satiated. Satisfied for the first time all week. Nervously she turned to Anthony, licking her bruised, swollen lips.

“Anthony?”

“Yes?”

“Did I do Ok?”

“First class, my dear. With honours.”

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“Your Mom’s pretty hot,” I whispered with a smile, nudging my girlfriend with my shoulder. I didn’t see her roll her eyes, but I could just feel that look burrowing into my back, aimed right at my heart. My eyes were busy drinking in the aging vixen before me: 45 year old Deb Mason, 5’4″, short gray hair, nice tight little farm-wife body. I could only hope that Meg would stay that good looking for the next 25 years, and my twitching cock was not in disagreement.

“Mom, we brought that box back from the apartment. We gotta run before the weather turns bad,” Meg said, grinding her heal into my right toes.

“All right sweetie. You two kids stay out of trouble. I don’t want to be a grandmother just yet,” Deb said matter-of-factly. She turned from the pot she was dropping raw vegetables into and smiled. My eyes almost glazed over when I took in her tight, short body, from her short hair to her lightly dusted cheeks, subtly painted lips, plunging neckline on her cable-knit sweater, and hip-hugging jeans. I really enjoyed giving Meg shit about how hot her mom is, but it wasn’t all in jest. I always had a silent debate with myself on whether or not to let her see the hard-on she gave me, and caution had always prevailed in the face of courage. Until today.

“Well, let’s go, trouble,” I said, winking at Deb. She rolled her eyes as we turned, but I caught the glimpse of them rolling back quickly to check out my lean profile, her eyes lingering on the growing lump in my jeans and my ass. I gave her a second wink as Meg’s hand hit the door, and Deb’s eyes lit up and her cheeks flushed over having been caught staring at her daughter’s boyfriend.

We hadn’t even hit the front steps and Meg slapped my ass.

“What the fuck was that all about?” she hissed playfully as we headed for the car. She was a little louder than she probably would have been, but I’d never said that a mere 10 feet from her mom before.

“It’s not my fault,” I said innocently. “You’ll be damn lucky to look like her in the next 30 years,” I said, grinning sheepishly. Her hand was on the door handle and she leaned against the top of the car, pressing her taut, braless tits up into view, her nipples standing out like tiny pebbles on the mounds. The white shirt she was wearing didn’t have anything written on it, but with the view I had, it may have just as well said ‘Fuck Me Hard.’

“I’d rather look like me, fuck you very much,” she said and bounced into the car. We pulled out from the drive and my eyes were looking at the sky more than the road. The black storm clouds overhead were brewing something that I didn’t want to drive through. It was just warm enough to still rain, but just cold enough to have that shit freeze and we’d be stuck in a hell of an ice storm.

“I’d rather fuck you,” I said, half-under my breath.

“Are you saying you’d like to fuck my mom!” Meg shouted. She looked mad, but I knew she was just playing. My left hand shot over to tickle her petite frame and she burst into giggles at about the same time the first rain drops hit the windows. I pulled the car over and really started tickling her ribs, my fingers occasionally running across her stiff and extremely sensitive nipples. “Did I say I wanted to fuck your mother?” I said, trying to sound serious. My lips touched hers in a hazy electricity as her body squirmed from my fingers and jumped from a crash of lightning.

“No,” she said breathlessly. “But you said you wanted to not drive through this shit,” she said, kissing me intermittently. Her hands started rubbing up and down my abs, making my muscles twitch under my skin.

“We’d better turn back,” I said, just as another peal of thunder crashed over head. Meg growled her disappointment and threw herself back against her seat.

“Fine, but no pussy for you tonight, you know how I feel about sex at Mom’s place,” Meg said in frustration.

“How about a blow then?” I asked, turning the car around as the rain got heavier. She hit me hard in the ribs, her bony fist rocking into me faster than I could move my arm to block. I laughed despite the shock of pain.

“It’s not funny. Do you know how hot and wet I was getting? We’d been around Mom all afternoon and I was looking forward to looking down and seeing nothing but your eyes between my legs. Shit.” Meg bitched. The rest of the ride passed in silence except a short, horny sigh from both of us.

It only took another few minutes to get back to Deb’s, but the rain had escalated to a downpour and it was starting to freeze to the road. We barely made the drive, sliding into it more than driving up it. Both of us ran back to the house, carefully watching our footing. By the time we made it in the house, we were both soaked to the bone; and looking at how the nearly-frozen rain was affecting Meg, I can’t say I was disappointed. Her white t-shirt had dissolved into transparency, her tits perfectly framed in the cloth, her dusty pink-brown nipples standing proud, the skin wrinkled and puckered with our playing and the cold.

Deb looked up at us, confused, and then outside, gaziantep escort bayan numaraları seeing the rain fall heavily.

“I don’t think we’re heading out tonight, Mom,” Meg said, the frustration showing in her voice.

“It’s no problem, sweetie, just change into something or you’ll catch your death of pneumonia,” Deb said, reaching into the fridge for more vegetables to put in the stew she had started. Meg stomped off to her old room where she still had some clothes stashed. Deb turned and looked at me with one eye as she started dicing carrots. “You, too. Clothes. Off,” she said dominatingly. “I have an old robe of John’s in the closet. Just go in my room and change,” she said, a little of her normal softness returning to her voice, but that devilish twinkle intensified.

I nodded and walked through the short hallway to Deb’s bedroom and opened the closet. Her late-husband’s robe was in there and I started stripping down. I could hear Deb and Meg talking about something, shouting around the house at each other to be heard, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. They stopped shouting and there was silence for a moment; just long enough for me to peel my wet pants off I heard Deb shout something to Meg and then I heard the door open, just as I stood up.

“Don’t mind me,” Deb said, waltzing through the room like me being naked as the day I was born was the most normal thing in the world. I was too shocked to even cover myself.

“Need something?” I said, not even really realizing what I had said and how it could be taken. Deb looked at me and blushed, that twinkle still in her eye. Her eyes drifted down to my cock, still half-hard from playing with her daughter not 10 minutes ago. She said nothing, but when her eyes drifted back up my frame, she was breathing quicker and a flush began to paint her skin. She shook her head and walked back out of the room, a few towels in her hands, her gaze returning only to my naked body after peaking around the door as she shut it softly. I was in absolute shock and absolute arousal at the situation. It took me a few seconds to collect myself enough to even step out of my wet jeans pooled around my feet. I stripped off my shoes and socks and put John’s robe on before trying to think about anything else to make the swelling in my crotch go down. Nothing seemed to work; my mind kept drifting to Deb or to Meg, or to both.

I decided to just deal with it the old fashioned way, and shot across the hall from Deb’s bedroom door to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but notice as I bolted that Deb was in the computer room at the end of the short hall, her eyes locked to the hallway, and more importantly to my cock, sticking out the front fold of the robe at nearly full-mast. I heard her almost purr for the brief instant she saw me.

A nice shower helped ease the tension, of course, so did a nice slow stroke. I was just finishing up when there was a pounding on the door.

“Hey, hurry the fuck up in there!” Meg’s voice radiated through the oak door. I shut off the water, toweled off and put the robe back on. I opened the door to see her standing in the hall, her arms crossed over her chest, a towel around her hair and her old red silk robe tied tightly around her waist. “It’s about fucking time,” she said and pushed past me, starting the shower back up. I walked back out to the kitchen and Deb was sitting at the small round table, drinking a cup of coffee and working on the cross-word in the news paper. I sat down across from her, an uncomfortable silence filling the air.

“I put your clothes in the drier,” she said nonchalantly. “I couldn’t help but notice that neither one of you were wearing underwear,” she said equally as plainly. I felt my cock twitch, but my heart skipped a beat with uncertainty. She set the pen down, letting tension fill the air between us as the kitchen clock ticked the seconds away with the hammering in my chest. “Were you fucking my daughter in my house? You know how I feel about that,” she said, mock anger filling her voice as her eyes began to haze over.

“I, uh, no…” I stammered out.

“I don’t believe you,” she said a little too quickly. She stood up and told me to, as well. She was almost a foot shorter than me, but she still had a fire that almost made me back up a step. Another silence echoed between us and we heard the shower curtain pull open and then shut. An impish grin curved Deb’s lips and she untied the sash of my robe, letting it fall open around my still semi-hard cock. She flicked the sensitive head a few times and then stroked her finger nail up and down its length, her blush fading from her cheeks and a fevered passion overtaking the haze as my cock grew under her ministrations. Without a word, she bent down and took the head of my dick in her mouth and started sucking wetly on the flesh mushroom, her hand lazily sliding up and down the shaft.

“Does it taste like your daughter’s pussy?” I moaned quietly. She sucked harder and pushed more of my rigid cock gaziantep escort pornoları down her throat before letting it pop out of her mouth.

“It tastes like soap,” she giggled, licking along the underside with the tip of her twitching tongue. “Did you jerk off in the shower?” she asked, her lips engulfing my balls and sucking on them rolling them with her tongue. I moaned loudly and braced against the table and the counter top before I lost my balance. She purred in response, sending the vibrations up my spine like the crashing lightening outside the window.

“Yeah,” I breathed. She started planting light kisses on the tip of my rod, her tongue flicking out against the crown and the sensitive slit of my throbbing head.

“Were you thinking of me?” she said, my dick sliding between her pink lips. It popped loudly out of her mouth for just long enough for her to add, “Were you thinking of this?” Deb’s mouth slid further down her throat, and I could tell she was struggling with it, but her throat was working my meat far better than her daughter ever had. She started humming and I almost blew my load down her throat. My balls jerked up and my rod throbbed heavily as her mouth worked it better than any woman ever had.

We both heard the shower shut off and the curtain open. Deb let my cock slide out from between her lips, popping free and then slapping wetly against my belly, a trail of saliva forming from just below my belly button to the head for an instant.

“You’d better save it for Meg,” she said, standing up. I pulled my robe shut quickly and sat down at the table. Deb checked the stew, stirring it lightly, just as her daughter came back into the room.

“So anyway, I like I was saying, I’d prefer if you just stayed here tonight,” Deb said, covering nicely as I drank in her daughter’s body. Deb was minding the stew and Meg took the opportunity to flash me, showing me her freshly shaved twat and clean, tight body. It was inviting enough to keep my cock rock hard, not that it had had time to shrink, but at least now I had an excuse. Her robe closed slowly, and she tied it, just as her mother turned to face her.

“That’s really nice of you, Mom. We don’t mean to put you out or anything,” Meg said politely.

“Oh, nonsense. I always like putting out…” she said, a blush flooding her skin as she realized what she just said. Meg giggled and walked up and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. “That’s not what I meant,” she said with embarrassment.

“That’s just fine, Mom,” Meg laughed and went through the dining room to the small den by her room. “We knew what you meant,” she said a little louder as the TV came to life.

“Did you, now,” she said devilishly and turned to me. The spoon left her hand and hit the stove quietly and Deb came back over to the table where I was sitting.

“Fuck yes,” I said, opening the robe back up, exposing my pole to her. Deb’s hand encircled my meat and slowly stroked it as she sat in the chair next to mine.

“So what is it about a 45-year old woman that has you so hot and bothered?” she said, stroking faster. “You want to see me naked, is that it?” she asked. I didn’t need to answer; my jumping dick in her hand told her what she needed to know. “You want to see if this old woman has the same tight pussy as her daughter?” she purred again, my dick throbbing faster in her hand. “You want to cum in your girlfriend’s mom, is that it?” she hissed. I was close now, and she knew it. She stood up and left my dick sitting there, bouncing in the dim shadow of the table. She laughed and walked to her room. I followed.

“Uh uh,” she said playfully. “Meg, I’m gonna shower, too. No sense in you two being the only comfortable ones in the house,” she said loudly. She motioned for me to stop where I was standing, and she took off her top, letting her bra-clad tits bounce a little before letting them free. Her nipples were darker than her daughters, but the same small size with the same upward tilt to them. Her body was in good shape from all the running and swimming she did. Then she slowly popped the fly on her jeans and pulled the zipper down, exposing the same creamy flesh of her taut belly, and no sign of either panties or fur.

“Meghan’s not the only one who likes to shave her snatch, and you two are the only ones who like to go without underwear,” she said slowly. My dick was sticking straight out from the robe now, and I could feel the warmth of pre-cum starting to collect and actually drip off the tip of my raging cock.

“Go to Meg. Fuck her silly. I’ll be out in 15 minutes.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Deb walked toward the bathroom and I left through the other door in the bedroom, cutting the trip through the house in half.

“Oh my God! Mom didn’t see you like that, did…hey!” Meghan started. She was cut off by me jumping over the back of the couch and landing hard next to her, my cock slapping against my belly and my leg. I picked her up and sat her on my lap, her bald quim snuggling gaziantep escort portalı wetly against my thick pole. “Oh fuck, baby, we can’t…not with Mom in the next room!” Meg half-purred and half-moaned. She squirmed on my lap, letting my cock work between her rapidly heating and all ready dripping snatch.

“I don’t think your mom cares,” I breathed against her neck, biting her ear harshly. Her body tensed and her skin erupted into goosebumps. She only whimpered in response, her hips automatically bucking against my soon-to-be invading member. “Feels like you don’t care about what your mom cares or doesn’t care about,” I breathed against her neck, tickling the flesh directly behind her ear. The shower kicked on and we faintly heard the sound of the shower curtain opening and closing.

Meg stood up and turned around, flaring her robe around her. She put one knee on each side of my lap and reached between us, stroking her own pussy slowly with the engorged head of my cock. He both drew sharp breaths and my eyes rolled back in my head just before they closed. All I could feel was her marvelous pussy lips giving my head a wet message. She started stroking herself off with my meat faster and faster, and I could feel her marvelous little clit growing slightly larger and harder, her little love pebble soon poked from its hood and she made sure to grind my sensitive head against it firmly on each rapid-fire stroke. It didn’t take me long to have all of this I could stand.

Between my girlfriend’s hand job against her cunt and her mother giving me a blow job not 15 minutes ago, I was ready to cum.

“Ready, baby?” she hissed. I grunted loudly and she plunged herself down with a slurch around my steel cock and we both moaned loudly as I bottomed out and her bald little pussy slammed down against my groin. She squeezed tightly and rode me fast, rocking her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down, letting almost the full length of my dick slide out of her dripping box before slamming herself back against me, her clit mashing between us with every pounding connection.

“Oh fuck yes!” I heard my voice hiss. I felt my hips arch up, but I sure wasn’t making them do it. The room was filled with the wet slapping of our sexes, and the faint echo of Deb in the shower. I felt my meat throb in Meg’s velvet vice, enjoying the sensations to the fullest, but memorizing every ridge, every bump, every muscle clamping down around me to compare it to her mother later tonight. Just the thought of that sent a tingle up my spine like a rocket, joining the fog in my brain and the electric fuzz in my fingers and toes.

“Cum! Cum inside me, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!” Meg screamed. I knew her mother heard that in the shower, but I didn’t care. After all, she gave me an open invitation to fuck her daughter in the house, but I had the sneaking suspicion that she wanted to watch. That thought sent me over the edge. My meat was being squeezed for all that Deb’s nearly-vibrating box could muster, the muscles trying to milk the cum out of me. The volcano of jizz blasted her pink walls as my incoherent mind sent me pictures of banging the hell out of Meg while her mother sat and watched, punishing her pussy ruthlessly with a dildo, begging to be next, both girls erupting in gushing orgasmic bliss.

I don’t know how many times I shot into Meg’s cunt, but I do know that she was dripping our cum when she finally stood up. I looked at her bald little beaver, and she giggled a little and separated her lips, showing the combination of our love, looking like frosting on her abused pink slit between those red puffy pussy lips.

“Damn, babe, what’s got you so worked up?” she said, wiping a hand across her snatch and bringing it up to her face. Her gaze burned into my eyes as she licked the cream pie off her fingers. My eyes were locked onto her fingers as she scooped a load out of her drooling pussy, drinking our spunk. They returned again, probing deep inside, her fingers curling and pulling a load out of her well-fucked hole, the wet, sloppy sound was a symphony to my ears. She teased me, sucking the juice from her fingers before sucking them both deep in her mouth. I could see her mouth and throat moving as her tongue feverishly worked to clean the cum off her fingers.

“Kids!” we both heard from the kitchen. Meg flushed and quickly closed her robe while I lazily folded both sides back against my body, the crotch of the cotton robe stained with Meg’s fuck juice; I wasn’t the only one who was worked up, she splashed all over my lap.

“Yeah, Mom?” Meg shouted back.

“Supper’s ready! Come and get it while it’s hot!” Deb hollered from the kitchen. I chuckled a little and got up, my half-hard cock sticking out obscenely under the fabric of the robe, the edge stained with cum splatter. Meg looked down and was horrified.

“What?” I asked, grinning sheepishly. I looked down and saw the results of our fucking dribbling down Meg’s thighs in a milky sheen.

“Fuck!” she yelled in a whisper. “Mom’s gonna kill us! You know how she feels about this!” Meg continued. I simply shrugged and walked into the kitchen, my pole a noticeable bump bobbing along the hem of my borrowed robe. I sat down quickly at the table and managed to not let Deb see me sit. Meg, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. Deb turned around and caught the glint of cum on her daughter’s thighs and her head snapped up, seeing the tell-tale crimson blush of her daughter.

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I have a number of stories here that are all written based on true events to the best I can remember them now. If you look at my profile and stories you will be able to read and put together pieces of my life. I’m a very sexual person and have dated and since married women with similar interests.

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After dating for around 3 years, Karen and I broke up. She broke my heart and I’d rather not get into it here.

About three weeks after we ended I was sitting at home watching tv when my phone beeped. I picked it up. There was a sms from Karen on it. I was only really starting to come to terms with the break up and wasn’t sure if I wanted to read what she had wrote.

After about 5 mins of arguing with myself I opened the message.

“Bag of your things at my house. You can collect it today. I’m out for the day mum is home and will give you the bag.”

I ached for an x at the end of the message showing she still cared but I didn’t get one. I got off the sofa and into my car for the short drive to Karen’s house. I was nervous getting out of the car, hoping I arrived quick enough that Karen might still be there and we could make up.

I reached the door and knocked. I wasn’t expecting what I got when it opened. Marie, Karen’s mother, opened the door fully and stood just inside the door practically naked. Her hair was straightened, coming just below her ears. She had make up on and looked… well beautiful. Her lips were done in a burgundy colour, and looked fuller than usual. Her deep brown eyes detailed perfectly with mascara and eye shadow.

She wore a simple gold necklace they hung between her two large naked breasts, 34 DD breasts that had long since lost their perkiness but none of their beauty. Just like her daughter, Marie’s areolas were large and light pink in colour, topped by two hard nipples. Her naked stomach, although thin and sexy had a little extra just around the waist. Sitting on the waist was a black suspender belt with red lace edging. The strings ran down her leg connected to thigh high black fishnet stockings. Between the strings, her beautiful pussy. The pubic hair was shaped into a thin landing strip that stopped at her clit. Again like her daughter Marie’s clit was large and swollen, and it was always exposed from her clit hood. She had large lips that hung if anything further below her clit than Karen’s sweet pussy.

Following down her stockings Marie was wearing black stilettos

This mature milf still had it. She put out her hand and said “Tom come with me, you’ll soon forget my daughter.”

I didn’t even hesitate as I took her hand. Ever since Marie had walked in on me and her daughter fucking three years previous she had been obsessed with my cock. And honestly, that first time I penetrated her vagina two years ago I had found it the perfect fit for my cock.

Marie closed the door and led me upstairs. I watched her ass jiggle with each step. At 45 her ass wasn’t exactly firm, and it moved incredibly in front of my face as we walked up the stairs. My cock strained against my boxer shorts, already fully erect and looking forward to enjoying this mature tight pussy.

Marie led me to her bedroom and her marital bed. I loved fucking her where Paul, her husband, should be claiming his wife. Instead he barely took care of her needs. Once in the bedroom Marie opened a drawer and took something out. She walked back towards me with a small diamond shaped blue tablet in her hand. She pressed it into my mouth.

“Swallow Tom, it’s Viagra.”

I swallowed the tablet as I was told. Marie carefully and deliberately removed my clothes. At last she bent in front of my crotch as she pulled my pants down over my fully erect cock. It strained against the material until at last the elastic waist band was pulled over my exposed purple mushroom head. My cock sprung out hitting Marie as she hoped. Almost subconsciously she took my smooth circumcised cock into her mouth. Inch by hard inch it disappeared into her hungry mouth. Marie forced my cock down her throat, gagging on it as her nose pressed against my body.

“Mmmmm baby,” I groaned.

Marie pulled back, fighting back the sickness. I had never been deep throated before.

“My spoiled daughter ever do that?”

“No Marie, that was the first time anyway had ever taken every bit of it.”

Marie returned to my cock, licking the head and spreading my cocks eye with her tongue. She moved down to my smooth shaved balls and began to suck on them, taking turns taking each testicle in. Her hand continued to pump my cock as this hot milf tea bagged me.

Her free hand was soon teasing my ass, while she continued to suck my balls and wank my dick. Marie sucked her finger, getting it lubricated before she penetrated my ass. One finger was soon followed by two as she milked my prostate. I had told her before that Karen had introduced me to anal play, and Marie was quick to follow suit. Pumping my cock and prostate while sucking my balls soon gaziantep evi olan escort bayan had me ready to explode.

“I’m gonna cum Marie,” I groaned. She quickly moved in front of my cock, her two hands working my cock. Each stroke brought me closer to ejaculation.

Her face was no more than an inch from my cock as the first stream of cum exploded from my hard dick. The first load landed on her face stretching from her lips diagonally across Marie’s right eye. The second squirt hit her forehead and hair, the third across her lips and nose, while the last hit her right eye again.

“Take a second Tom, I’ll busy myself,” Marie suggested.

The Viagra had kicked in, my cock didn’t soften at all after I came. I took a few moments waiting for the sensitive sensation to leave my cock.

Marie lay on her bed, spreading her stocking covered legs as she played with her smooth pussy lips. The landing strip design of her pubic hair gave a clear view of Marie’s large clit and lips.

Her right hand rubbed her clit lightly, moving slowly down her slit between her lips. She never once let her fingers enter her pussy. She just kept herself turned on.

“First thing I want in my pussy today is your large cock Tom. I love how your cock looks. That big exposed head looks amazing and Karen is giving this up.” Marie’s eyes looked deep into mine as she continued to rub her tight cunt.

“Well Marie, it’s her loss and my gain being here with you. I’ve told you before your pussy is tighter than your daughters.”

Marie rubbed her pussy faster. She loved when I compared her to her daughter and told her what I preferred in her.

I took her full body in once more, noticing how her large breasts both hung down the side of her body below her arm pits.

“You ready yet Tom? This pussy isn’t going to fuck itself. Spilt me open you young stud,” Marie said getting impatient.

I climbed the bed, watching the cum roll from Marie’s face. The dirty slut hadn’t cleaned any of my seed from her face. I moved between her legs, running my cock head the length of her pussy, from the opening up to her clit and back down. I pushed my cock in slightly splitting her lips. My cock head entered her cunt slowly.

“Put it in Tom. What are you waiting for? Fuck me!”

I laughed at her impatience, as I pushed all 8 inches of my cock into her tight pussy. I moaned at the pleasure and tightness, while Marie moaned as her pussy was stretched. Marie wrapped her legs around my waist tight keeping me deep inside her.

“That’s more like it Tom, leave my pussy stretched. Fill me with your seed. Let me be your little fuck toy”

Marie was the horniest I had ever seen her. The feel of her stockings around me was amazing as i started to rhythmically move my hips in and out, my cock following. Marie’s pussy felt like it was pulling against each stroke, pulling my cock back in. Marie kissed me, her tongue running across my lips until i opened my mouth and let it in. As her tongue entered my mouth I could taste my salty cum from her lips.

My cock moved back and forward, I moved harder and faster wishing I had more cock to give, wanting to push even deeper. I wanted to split her, and fucked harder and faster. This milf was hungry for my cock and moaned loudly with each thrust.

Her hands ran across my back, her nails dragging across my skin. Marie pulled my head towards her before she bit and sucked on my neck. I tried to go faster as I pumped her tight hungry pussy. The harder I pushed the more audible the slapping of my balls against her thick ass became. Marie closed her eyes, threw her head back and bit her lower lip letting out a whimper.

“I’m cumming,” she whispered.

I was fast running out of breath, but I couldn’t slow. I didn’t want to ruin her orgasm, so I forced myself to keep the pace. Marie’s legs tightened around my waist, minimising my thrusts until my cock barely moved out and was held balls deep in her pussy.

“Fuck that was good!”

I rolled off Marie panting, tired but loving it. I hadn’t cum that time and my cock was still rock hard, the magic little blue diamond shaped pill still working. I lay beside Marie, my eyes closed, trying to recover when I sensed she was moving. I looked over at Marie as she was at the opposite end the bed going through her bedside locker. I lay there looking at her beautiful pussy. The large lips so similar to my ex’s, Marie’s daughters, and it hit me as it often did that I fucked the pussy that came from that one as well as this beautiful tight pussy. Despite being fucked for the last 10 mins or so, unlike Karen’s, it would tighten up quickly.

Marie came back to me with a smile on her face. In one hand she held her rubber vibrator, a six inch silicone fake cock. In her other KY Jelly.

“You deserve this Tom. I know you love it. Did she ever give it to you in the end?”

“No Marie, your daughter gaziantep fetiş escort bayan never let me fuck her bum. And you know I love the tightness back there.”

Marie loved anal. Her and her husband used to regularly do it, and after about the third time we had been together she gave me the opportunity to loose my anal virginity. She particularly loved knowing that Karen never let me in her back door. It was like a competition to her, who could please me more, mother or daughter. I always left her guessing but Marie did satisfy me more.

“You ready to go Tom!”

Marie got on her knees and put her head on the pillow. Her ass was up in the air as she turned the switch at the bottom of her vibrator on. The hum filled the room as she brought the vibrator to her large clit. She gave me the KY Jelly.

I squirted some into my hands, rubbed them together to warm the gel up. I then rubbed it into her smooth ass hole. Slowly I slide my index finger into her waiting ass.

“Hmmmm,” moaned Marie.

In and out I moved my finger, before adding a second. Adding the extra finger was a struggle and I had to move slower as I teased my fingers in. Once the two fingers were in and moving back and forward freely I pulled them out and squirted some extra KY onto my hand and massaged it into my raging hard on.

I stood on the bed behind Marie and pressed my cock head against her puckered ass hole. Slowly I pushed my cock in. Having to use force, I pushed in struggling against Marie’s muscles naturally pushing against me. My mushroom head was soon in.

“Owww,” Marie groaned.

I gave her a second. Once the head was in the shaft would follow easier. Standing on the bed, behind Marie, ready to push my cock into my ex-girlfriend’s mother’s ass i looked out the window and realised if any of Marie’s neighbours looked they could probably see us!

Honestly, I didn’t care, I was single. Marie was the one risking her family.

Without thinking of it anymore I pushed my dick further into her. Inch by inch, slowly I pushed my dick in. I loved the sensation of her ass pushing against my cock as I forced my cock in deeper. I was eventually squatting behind Marie, my cock balls deep in her tight ass. The hum of the vibrator continued to fill the room in between Marie’s pleasurable and painful moans. Slowly I pulled back leaving my cock head inside her. I pushed back in slightly faster, but still slow and steady.

Marie’s moans became more pleasurable as she worked her clit with the vibrating dildo.

I grabbed her thick ass with both hands as I upped the tempo again.

“Faster Tom,” moaned Marie.

I duly obliged. My hard cock started to move faster and harder in and out of this milf’s tight ass. The sensation of her muscles was incredible.

Lost in pleasure Marie moaned, “fill your future mother-in-law’s ass with cum.”

I didn’t correct her, as I pumped my rock hard cock into the mature sluts ass. Her tight anus was too much for me to hold back. I grabbed her fat ass tight as I unloaded my cum in her ass. With the last thrust I forced my cock as far as it would go into her tight rectum.

I pulled my still hard cock from her ass, as her muscles reacted and forced my cum out of her ass. I fell back on the bed noticing two red hand marks on her ass, and watched as my cum rolled from her ass and down onto her pussy. I watched as Marie slowly moved her fingers out of her pussy, the vibrator lay on the bed under her, discarded.

Marie gingerly got up and kissed me. It was a deep passionate kiss. For the first time in the last two years I could sense more feeling in the kiss than just a bit of sex. Maybe it was because I was vulnerable and wanted that, or perhaps being single opened me up to connecting with Marie more. Either way our tongues explored each other’s mouth before we broke and looked into each others eyes. I put my hand to her cheek and said “thank you.”

Marie jumped suddenly and went to the bathroom. I lay on her bed, her and her husband’s bed in fact, and just thought about what lay ahead. My cock was still hard, the Viagra still running through my veins. I thought about Karen, and if we would ever get back together. I thought about the moment I just had with Marie. I didn’t know what that was but it did make it clear, Karen and I were finished. Here I was lying on her mother’s bed having had something like our fifteenth sex session, who knows how many times I actually fucked her during those, or how many blow jobs she had given me over the two plus years. I realised then I didn’t really love Karen nor did I deserve her. Whatever there was between Marie and I would have to play itself out.

“Tom… Tom come here.” Marie was calling me from the bathroom. I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I could hear the shower running and when I went in Maire was in the shower. Her stockings, suspenders, belt and shoes were in a pile in the bayan gaziantep escort corner.

“That cock needs to be cleaned if you want more of this, and you do want more don’t you? Tell me again how you would rather fuck me than my daughter!”

“Want more? It’s all I want. When we have sex I have never physically felt anything better,” I said as I stepped into the bath and under the water falling from the shower head. “You know I prefer my girls to have big breasts and a nice big ass, and you win hands down in both cases,” I lied, or half lied. Marie’s tits were bigger by a cup size, but they had lost their perkiness that Karen’s still had. While her ass was bigger, it also sagged a little and was bigger due to being fatter rather than Karen’s roundness that came from working out. But realistically for a 45 year old woman she was in really good shape. I don’t know if she believed me, and I don’t think she cared if I was lying. She was happy hearing those words come from a 23 yr old either way. The next lines from my mouth were undoubtedly the truth.

“As for the pussy of yours, how many times do I have to tell you that not only is it tighter than your daughters, it is probably one of the tightest I have ever fucked. That and how it looks, all I can think of is your tight pussy”

With a big smile on her face, Marie squirted a large amount of shower gel onto her hands and proceeded to wash my cock. She stroked it up and down, rubbing around the base of my cut head. She ran a finger along the eye of my cock making sure nothing from our anal adventure was left on my member.

“Step back under the water Tom.”

I did as I was told and rinsed the gel from my cock. Marie lathered up some more shower gel and washed my cock again. Two hands moving up the length of my cook, rubbing over every vein and rubbing against my fat head. When one hand would reach the top the second would start at base and repeat.

“That Viagra really has done a job,” I said motioning to my still hard cock.

“There is more where that came from,” laughed Marie. “Now rinse those suds off again.”

Once my cock was sud free Marie was on her knees again taking my cock into her hungry mouth. Her hands caressed my testes as she licked and sucked my cock. Her mouth was so warm, it felt so good being blown by this beautiful woman. She was looking me straight in the eye as she brought one hand to the base of my dick. Holding my cock steady age forced all eight inchs of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged a little as she pulled back, still looking into my eyes as she took the length again. Her eyes were watering, she gagged some more before moving backwards and then forwards onto my cock again.

Then her head started to bob back and forward. The pace quickened, and Marie used her hands at the base of my cock and balls like a pro. The water rolled over the both of us as Marie continued to suck my cock. One hand dropped from my balls and out of sight between her legs. Harder and faster she worked my cock. Stroke after stroke brought me closer to orgasm.

“Swallow my cum Marie,” I moaned as the orgasm took hold. Nothing but a trickle of semen ran from my cock. I had nothing left to give.

Marie stood smiling, still holding my cock as it very slowly began to return to its flaccid state.

“Let’s get something to eat,” Marie said as she kissed my cheek before stepping out of the shower and drying herself off.

I followed her and dried my body, and started to go to her room to get my clothes.

“No no baby, no clothes today I want to admire your strong body.”

We went downstairs and into the kitchen. Marie set about putting together some sandwiches as I sat and watched my nympho milf. My cock at this stage was completely flaccid. It was done for a few hours well and truly warn out. As Marie moved about the kitchen her large breasts swung from side to side. Her ass wobbled and I sat in awe, those feelings arising again. Was I falling in love with her? I didn’t know, after all the years it was possible. Marie saw me looking at her and blushed before coming to me and kissing me. No tongue, just a passionate lips to lips kiss, my hand running through her short brown hair. Marie’s hand ran down my side sending shivers through me. I don’t know if she sensed it or not but something felt different and she pulled away quickly.

“Not such a big boy now are we,” Marie said forcing a laugh and purposely breaking the silence. “I’ll sort that out and have you going again,” she said looking at my worn out dick.

Minutes later Marie placed a plate of sandwiches, a cup of coffee and another Viagra down in front of me.

“Eat it all up, I have the sofa bed in the back living room set up for us to re-live our first night together. Do you remember that night Tom, when Karen left you unsatisfied and I filled your needs?”

“Of course I do Marie, it was the start of our amazing journey. What we have done since is well… probably not fair on Karen or Paul but I wouldn’t change it,” I said.

“Why do you think I organised this Tom? This could be our last time together. You won’t have an excuse to be here anymore so how will we find a way to be together? I found your hoodie and t- shirt a couple of weeks ago. I hid them only letting Karen find them on a day I knew I would be alone. I volunteered to stay home and give them to you.”

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Susan couldn’t get back home soon enough. She had a dinner date with Harry and wanted to be there on time. She had met him online some days back while she was on an adult’s personal website and they had exchanged IM ids and had begun chatting. Susan had been a member on the website for sometime now and had still to meet someone that she could relate to. Most guys were way too young for her liking. She liked her men to mature, something about aged wine tasting better. She always found herself getting wet at the thought of a mature man lusting after her. Now she found Harry. Well it was quite interesting to read his first mail. Unlike the other mails she usually receives, Harry had enquired after her and praised her pictures and mentioned that he’d like to meet her if she was ok with it. He didn’t write anything sexual but Susan found herself wanting to know more about Harry.

His profile said that he was 54 years old and married. He was a businessman and owned a restaurant in a posh area in the city. He looked good from what pictures he had uploaded. All of them were with him fully clothed and he looked very elegant. He had a head full of graying hair and sported a French beard. Susan always liked a man with a French beard. She read about his likes and dislikes and he had mentioned that while he still enjoyed sex with his wife he wanted to experiment some and he particularly found young women very attractive. “Oh well, who doesn’t” thought Susan. But she nevertheless found herself getting wet just by looking at his pictures. And while he wasn’t looking for a long term relationship he did not want a one night stand either.

Susan had sent him an email and they started corresponding. After the first few emails they decided to chat online and then also exchanged phone numbers. They had had phone sex on numerous occasions and Susan always found herself climaxing with him every time. Today she was to meet him for dinner, they hadn’t made any other plans, but Susan hoped there would be more to the evening.

Susan reached home and quickly undressed. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She was 20 years old, 5’4″ in height and fair skinned. She had a light tan that made her glow especially with all the perspiration. Her hair was long and straight. She had been to the parlor earlier that day for her hair to be washed and set. They looked great hanging low on her back the tips reaching the curve of her well rounded buttocks. Her breasts were average sized with large dark nipples, a 34C. She had learned very early that her nipples were extra sensitive. She could be brought to an orgasm just by stimulating her nipples. But that was never enough for her. She pinched her nipples now and they immediately became hard and pointed out. She gaziantep escort bayan ilanları caressed her breasts for sometime. She had a flat abdomen and great legs. She looked down at her clean shaven pussy and could see the few drops of nectar that had leaked out while she was playing with her nipples. She brought her fingers down to her clit and stimulated herself. After some minutes of this she put one and then 2 fingers in the pussy and was finger fucking herself while her other hand was pinching her nipples. She was getting close to an orgasm when her cell phone started ringing. “Damn”, she thought and answered the phone. It was her mother. She spoke to her mother for sometime and hung up. She hurried to the bathroom and quickly showered and got dressed. She left her house a little later than she expected, she knew she was going to be late for her dinner date. She called Harry to inform him. He was ok with it.

30 minutes later, Susan found herself seated opposite Harry. If she found Harry sexy in his pictures in real life, she found him to be even sexier (if it was possible). He had aged well she thought and quite hoped that he would not just want to have dinner with her. They ordered their food and kept talking. She asked him where his wife was and he mentioned that she was out of town visiting some family. His children were abroad studying, so he had his house to himself. He said the last bit with a wink. Susan blushed. She excused herself and went to the washroom. She needed to do something about her aching pussy. The fact that she was interrupted earlier along with his intoxicating presence had her feeling very aroused. She locked herself in a stall and began fingering herself furiously. Within minutes she came. She brought herself back to order and at the last minute decided to do away with her panty. She removed her panty and put it in her purse.

When she stepped out, Harry order some more wine and they drank and chatted for sometime time. They were soon talking about sex and he was telling her how attractive and sexy he found her. She blurted out that she also found him very sexy and had actually gone to the washroom to finger herself. Harry raised an eyebrow and asked if she’d like to leave now. She agreed. While he settled the bill, Susan couldn’t help but wonder whether she had said anything wrong, after all they had discussed sex many a time and even had phone sex.

When they were seated in his car, Harry drove out of the hotel and after driving for 5 minutes, with each lost in their own thoughts, he asked Susan whether she’d like to come see his house. Susan was delighted. Finally something was turning out the way she wanted it to. She agreed gaziantep eskort bayan and he steered the car in the direction of his house. When they reached his apartment, he told her that he hadn’t taken her to his house because people would raise question and also the paparazzi were always waiting for a chance to pound him. This was his home away from home and as such was tastefully decorated. He brought her some wine and put some light music on. Soon they found themselves kissing. Susan liked the way Harry kissed and told him so. After sometime Harry told her that he always wanted to watch a young girl strip tease for him, a private show so to say.

Susan agreed to do this for him. She went to the washroom and wore her panty back on as she wanted to tease him as much as possible. She returned to the room and increased the volume of the music a notch and stood before him with her back to him. She started gyrating to the music and made some sexy moves and postures. She then asked Harry to undress and sit on the couch; she wanted to see his monster grow to her sexy advances. Harry was only too eager to satisfy her. He undressed immediately and sat back on the couch. His cock lay limp between his legs. It was fairly large even in that state. Susan knew she was in for a fun evening after all.

She once again began her dance moves and facing him began to slowly undo the buttons on her blouse. When they were undone she took them off and began caressing her body while moving seductively to the music. She came closer to Harry and ran her ran across his chest and saw his cock stir; she left him and went back to dancing. She slowly undid the hooks on her denims and slid them off seductively. She could see that his cock was beginning to awaken now. It was semi-erect and beautiful.

She caressed her panty covered pussy and made some sexy pelvic moves and slowly undid her bra and threw them away; she let her panty follow the same course and was now gyrating nude to the music. She noticed that Harry’s dick was now wide awake with its purple head shining with the precum that had flowed out. She moved towards him and began feeling him and let him feel him breasts and legs and body. Every time he got close to her pussy she moved away. She finally allowed to him to finger her pussy when she could hold back no more.

Harry immediately pushed 2 fingers into her warm pussy and began fingering her pussy while he licked and bit on her clit. His other hand was pinching her nipples. Susan was almost immediately close to cumming and yelled out in pleasure. She told him that she was going to cum; this only increased the tempo of his fingers and tongue. Soon Susan came and if Harry hadn’t held her, her gaziantep bayan escort legs would have given away.

Harry continued to lick her pussy and soon Susan was wet all over again. When she was ready she placed both legs on either side of Harry and sat on his lap, taking his 7″ dick to the hilt. Harry was in heaven. She began gyrating and rubbing her pelvic to his. Harry immediately took her breast in his mouth and while she rode him he sucked on her breasts. Soon she began riding him and the sounds of them fucking filled the room. Susan began moving faster and Harry began moving his hips to embed him deeper within her. Soon he was close to cumming and Susan began contracting her pussy around his cock. Harry could no longer hold on and began cumming inside her. After he was spent his cock was still semi erect. Susan got of him lap and began licking him clean. She licked his dick from the tip down to his balls. She took his balls in her mouth and slowly sucked on them. Harry was immediately hard again. She licked his dick and blew some air over the tip. She loved watching his dick jerk when she did this. She then took his dick in her mouth and began slowly sucking on it. She looked up at him and Harry couldn’t believe his luck, here was this 20 year old beautiful girl sucking his cock like a lollipop. She continued sucking and then began deep throating him. He was in heaven. Harry just closed his eyes and submitted himself to the pleasures she was giving him. After sometime time he was ready to release his load once again and told her. Susan kept on sucking on his dick and very soon he erupted in her mouth. She drank every bit of his cum and then licked him clean. She then came up to him and they kissed for some time and lay on the couch spent.

After some rest, Harry began licking on her breasts and suggested they move to the bedroom. He carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed. He then, spread her legs wide apart and began licking her pussy. He then brought out a small vibrator and put it in her pussy while he licked and chewed on her clit. Soon Susan was cumming over and over again. The sensation of the vibrator in her pussy and his tongue on her pussy began taking its effect. Susan began pinching her nipples and this brought her to new heights of passion. She began bucking and was cumming for the 6th time since he began his assault on her pussy. Finally Harry moved in between her leg and pushed his dick inside her, Susan began yelling and asking for more. She begged to be fucked harder and Harry obliged. After sometime of fucking her this way, he made her go on all fours and fucked her doggy style, Susan absolutely loved this and was cumming again. Harry was still far from cumming and continued to assault her pussy, slowly and then faster, every time now she came close to cumming he’d slow down again and work on her nipples. After sometime he could hold back no more and began fucking her hard and fast and soon shot his load inside her once again.

They both lay spent on the bed and soon drifted off to sleep in each others arms. When they woke up it was nearing dawn, they quickly dressed and decided to meet again in the evening.

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Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against the kitchen door frame observing cook as she rolled pastry. Back and forth, back and forth, she industriously rolled and flattened the big piece of dough. What made it entertaining to him was that she faced the doorway where he stood, and, bent over and dressed only in a low cut chemise, he was treated to the highly erotic view of her huge milky white breasts rolling and swaying as she moved back and forth. They were bedewed with sweat and gleamed in the dull light. The filmy material displayed her hard thrusting nipples every time she pushed forward. Tony’s cock started to lengthen down his thigh.

She straightened and wiped a floury forearm over her forehead and pushed some wisps of grey hair back under her mop cap. She spotted her master lolling indolently by the door. “Lord Millhaven!! I had no idea you were there. Breakfast, my lord?”

“Of a kind, cookie. I do believe it is some time since I paid a visit to your domain.”

“It certainly is, my lord. Then again, you have plenty to keep you amused above stairs. I hear it was Abigail last night and Judith the night before that, and both Andrews sisters the night before that. I truly do wonder how you get enough sleep!”

Tony advanced into the kitchen and stood behind the broad arse of the cook. “Keep rolling the dough, my dear. I just love to see your very sexy body moving that way.” She did as he asked and thrilled as he reached around her and cupped her big pendulous tits in his hands and rubbed his upright part between the cheeks of her arse.

“My lord, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you had removed the rolling pin from my hands and placed it in your trews.”

“My trews, as you call them are about to be unbuttoned as I wish to place my rolling pin in that incredible oven between your legs.”

“My lord, I cannot roll the dough properly, trembling as I am. Do not delay as my thighs are sticky already in anticipation. Here, let me pull my chemise down so that you may roll my titties while you are about it.”

Tony hoisted the cook’s voluminous skirt up over her huge buttocks and unbuttoning his breeches, slapped his burgeoning cock in the deep groove offered up to him. She bent over and rested her elbows on the table as he grabbed his stiffening prick and ran it up and down the hairy slit thus presented. She reached behind her and grabbed his red hot cunt poker and rammed the first couple of inches into her molten slot. He took firm hold of her massive baby feeders, and, hunching his knees, drove his cock into her hot heaving depths until his balls collided with her dripping hairy gash. Instantly, she clamped down hard and released a flood of slimy cunt juice that bathed his balls.

“Oh, I say, cookie, you were a bit eager for a bit of dick, my dear?”

“My lord, I haven’t had any cock since you were in here last week. Oh, don’t stop. Give it to me slow but hard. Old Jones the smith is no longer up to it and the only other serviceable cock is being used by that Johnston fellow. The rest of the household is full of big breasty tarts all out to have you sire children from them. Please pinch my nips hard, oh harder, please, your lordship.”

Tony rode her at an almost stately pace thoroughly enjoying the almost continuous orgasms he was ringing from her stout mature body. Her tits were warm, soft but still firm, the nipples not too big but very sensitive. The oily sweat that covered them from her dough rolling exertions enabled a slippery and sensuous caressing as he stroked them from base to nipple and back again, pausing occasionally to nip and pinch the hardened tips. He sped up until in a frenzy punched his sperm deep into the neck of her womb and delighted when she clamped down and rhythmically ensured she received his full load.

“Ah, ah, my lord, there’s none better than you. You reach places no one has been before.” She sighed. “I wish that stupid scullery girl would get over her morning sickness. She’s been absolutely useless since you impregnated her. I’d love to get you hard again for another romp but I must finish this work or nobody will eat today.” Reluctantly she used her educated cuntal muscles to squeeze his detumescing prick from her slimy depths pausing as the glans exited to ensure that not a drop was left to spill on her shiny floor.

“I gaziantep escort bayan tanıtımları say, cook, you’re still one of the all time great fucks it has been my pleasure to enjoy. I really must get you to bed with me one night so we can really have a romp or two. Nothing would please me more than to anoint your titties after what I am sure would be a delicious titfuck.”

“My lord, I live in hope.”

Tony did up the flap of his immaculate trousers, gave the cook a kiss on the cheek and wandered off to have his breakfast ready in heating dishes on the sideboard. Abigail, the downstairs maid picked up his dishes and stood stoically trying not to whimper while he ran his hand up her dress and very deliberately pinched her rampant clit. The door opened to admit the butler Johnston and she reluctantly removed herself with the plates to the scullery.

Wiping his thumb and forefinger on his napkin, Lord Millhaven scowled at his foppish butler. “Yes, Johnston, what is it?”

“Excuse me, my lord, but you have a visitor. Unannounced!” he sniffed. “It’s that new laundry maid Annabelle’s mother, a Mrs. Haywood. She wishes to ensure that her darling daughter is being properly employed and looked after.”

“Hmmm, Annabelle. Can’t say I yet had the pleasure of looking after her. I expect Mrs. Forsythe recruited her to replace Bessie. Damn shame she married the groom back at Beechwood. She had a certain charm about her.”

“If you mean big tits, big thighs and a willingness to suck and fuck at the drop of a hat, or rather, the drop of your breeches flap, then yes she had the same charm that the rest of your doxies have!”

“You are just jealous, Johnston, because I won’t employ more than one receptacle at a time for your perverted lust, you sad faggot,” said Tony, not in the least offended. “I presume Mrs. Haywood is in the front parlour?” He got up and strolled to the door, along the passageway and into the parlour.

Mrs. Haywood stood as he entered and almost gasped out loud. He was tall, dark and extremely handsome, his noble features topped by a Byronesque halo of black hair. He smiled lazily at her, dark eyes glinting and his strong white teeth shining against his dark visage. From the breadth of his shoulders to his slim hips and long legs, he was every inch an aristocrat. She could easily discern his prominent genitals through the material of his immaculate trousers and was annoyed to feel a spasm of lust course through her.

He advanced on her with his arm outstretched and she immediately dropped into a curtsey. His eyes gleamed as he saw the deep crease of her bosom. “Mrs. Haywood, I presume? Young Annabelle’s mother? I say, you look much too young to have a daughter of eighteen.” He noted the crimson blush that stole up her neck from the upper slopes of breasts as he leant over and brushed his full lips over her middle knuckles.

“Ooh, my lord, she is the third of five children, three still living. And a good girl. She has been brought up correctly in the Christian way. Her instructor in needlework has endorsed her as her very best pupil.” Trembling slightly, she backed away from the over powering young Lord Millhaven and gathered herself. “As a concerned mother, I am here to ensure that she is being treated fairly and not being beaten too often.”

“Dear Mrs. Haywood, I can assure that no servant in my house, either here or at Beechwood has ever been cruelly punished. My housekeeper, Mrs. Forsythe, is most astute at picking staff that fit in well with the remainder of the household. I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting your daughter in person, but Mrs. Forsythe has assured me that the girl is extremely amiable as well as efficient and excellent in her work.”

Mrs. Haywood beamed and allowed Lord Anthony to place her on a nearby divan. The anxious mother was becoming calmed and Tony insisted she partake of a glass of Spanish sherry while he rang for Abigail. She appeared at the door and curtseyed. He asked her to bring Annabelle to him. He sat next to Mrs. Haywood and observed her closely as he sipped his madeira. Her blondish hair was starting to grey and he was pleased to see no evidence of artifice. Her cheeks were a healthy pink and only a few lines showed on her neck. The bodice of her dress gaziantep escort bayan telefonları was tight enough to push her very large bosom up and in to create charming bulges of breast flesh with a deep crevice. It was clear she wore no corset and was stoutly built. She was dressed in black, a sure sign of mourning. But, it was the bulging tits that had his cock interested. It was raising its cunt sniffing head, as it always did when unexplored territory hove into view.

“Your husband has recently passed away, Mrs. Haywood?” enquired Tony, solicitously.

“Yes, my lord, nearly a year ago and he had been ill for some time. All three of my children have employment for which I have been most fortunate.”

“Ah, here is Annabelle now, I believe.” A younger version of her mother dropped a curtsey in front of Lord Millhaven and blushed just as charmingly as her mama had done as his appreciative eyes scrutinised her tight young figure. “Annabelle, your mother is checking to see that you are in fine fettle, and I must say, you certainly are.”

“Oh mama, I’m fine, truly I am. This is a wonderful place to live and work,” she gushed. “Mrs. Forsythe is most pleased with me and Lord Millhaven has placed me on his bed roster. I believe this Friday, my lord?”

Before he could answer, her mother gasped beside him. “Bed roster, my child??!!!”

“Oooh yes mama. The other girls on the roster say that Lord Tony is just the best lover. And wonderful at removing unwanted hymens, isn’t that so, my lord?” the charming girl gushed.

Lord Anthony nodded while watching her mother’s face. The blush was back and her impressive breasts were heaving in astonishment. “That will be all, Annabelle, and I very much look forward to Friday night.” She curtseyed and almost skipped out of the room.

Mrs. Haywood almost stuttered as she turned to the devilishly handsome lord next to her. “Surely my lord, she was jesting. Please say she was.”

“Of course she wasn’t jesting my dear. I am a cocksman of renown and have long since lost count of the number of virgins I have put to my sword. In fact the mothers of the village of Beechwood bring their daughters to me to ensure they enjoy at least one night of pleasure before they are ridden by ill-informed, uneducated swine herds and the like. You appear stunned my dear. Have another tipple.”

She was pale and nervously took a large swallow of the liquor never taking her eyes off the tall handsome and well proportioned young man whose well equipped appendage bulged in his extremely well cut trousers. She choked and coughed at his next words.

“If you’ve a mind, my dear Mrs. Haywood, I should enjoy ploughing your furrow. You’re a handsome well built woman and judging by the length of your widowhood, you haven’t had cock for ages and would probably enjoy a tumble.”

“Sir, er Lord Millhaven, I’m not that sort of woman. There has only been one man in my life and that was my husband. I am a Christian woman and gently reared and not one to er, um, er spread my legs for anybody even if as well considered as you.”

“Come now, my dear, it is a matter of mutual enjoyment between two adults, not the start of a long affair.”

“I am sorry, my lord, but I cannot. It is against all my moral values. I can see my girl is enamoured of you but I am too old for you as I am surely old enough to be your mother.”

“Just as I like them my dear. Variety is indeed the spice of life. I fear you need a demonstration.” He rose and tugged the bell pull. When Abigail answered he summoned Mrs. Forsythe the housekeeper.

Of medium height, Mrs. Forsythe was built like an hour glass – expansive hips, expansive breasts. She had forbidding features and her hair was drawn back in a tight no nonsense chignon. She quickly took in the flushed features of Mrs. Haywood and bobbed a curtsey to her and to her master.

“You rang, my lord?”

“Mrs Haywood here does not wish to partake in the joys of sexual congress despite a lifetime of dull joyless poking under the covers and most probably in the dark. I wish to show her the difference, Mrs. Forsythe, with your indulgence.”

“Ooh, Lord Anthony, it has been some time since you indulged me. Gladly sire, and how do you want me.” She divested herself gaziantep escort bayan videoları of her tight black dress and literally exploded – massive pendulous breasts settled on a rounded belly that failed to hide the curly mass of her pubic hair, hips that ballooned out, taut and firm atop thick smooth thighs and dimpled knees.

“Mrs. Forsythe, you really are a luscious dumpling. Lie back on that table and allow me to gamahuche you in readiness for my eager cock. I say, Mrs. Haywood, do come closer and observe how first I must spread her forest of hair so that I can massage her very thick outer lips. That’s right, my dear – you can see clearly how her inner lips are starting to thrust their way out. Now for some licking. I am willing to bet that you have never experienced that in your entire life. Hmmmh, her juices are starting to flow and you must excuse me if I mumble a little. Do you see, my dear, do you see her bright pink nubbin jump out after just a little one suck. You have one my dear and I can’t wait to see if it matches this pearl. Mrs. Forsythe rapidly comes to the boil and with a few more licks and a suck…..see, she spends. Mmmmhh, she is a juicy one, is that not so, Mrs. Forsythe?”

“Oooh my lord, you always bring me to my pinnacle so quickly. Am I to receive your mighty cock, sire? I do need it so. Perhaps Mrs. Haywood would assist in placing it in the right spot for you to penetrate.”

A totally mesmerised Mrs. Haywood gasped and the glass she was holding dropped from her hand as Lord Anthony’s breeches dropped and his majestic rod with its big purple dome quivered in the morning light. He clenched his arse muscles and the mighty phalanx lifted its snout like a hunting dog seeking prey. A pearly drop of issue slowly worked itself out of his large piss slit and dropped viscously to the floor. Having never seen, nor even touched a male penis in her life Mrs. Haywood reached out with a trembling hand and grabbed it mid shaft. It was hot, smooth and very solid and she could not get her hand around it. She found it difficult to force it down to horizontal so that she could align it with the dripping gash of the housekeeper. Using two hands, she managed to nudge the glowing glans into the pink lips that eagerly awaited it and watched absolutely awed that a woman’s private place could take such a mighty weapon as, with a resolute push, half Lord Anthony’s cock sank into the welcoming quim of his housekeeper.

“Oooooh my lord, my cunny boils for you and your lovely cock. Watch, Mrs. Haywood, as he takes it almost out and then he is going to shove it all the way in. I cannot wait, my lord, now, now…….aaaaaahhhhhhh bliss, absolute bliss. I am filled with pleasure, and with cock. He has his hands on my teats and is twisting, pulling and pinching them. Now watch as he works his cock in and out, slow, slow, fast, hard, aaaarrrrrgggghhhhh, he’s done for me.”

Mrs. Haywood watched intently clenching her own thighs tightly together as she witnessed milky white fluid being forced out of the widely spread vaginal lips as Mrs. Forsythe moaned and went bright red around her upper chest and neck. Mrs. Haywood noticed for the first time that Lord Tony’s hands had gathered up the housekeeper’s majestic breasts and was pulling the dark hard nipples. He then leant over and placed hard sucking kisses on each.

“Mrs. Haywood, I have not yet finished. Mrs. Forsythe and I have a rather special way to finish and she is most talented in that way. I’ll just dislodge my cock….no, no, that love juice you see is all hers, she cums like a river. Now follow me and watch closely. Your head over the end of the table, Mrs. Forsythe, if you please. That’s right. Now watch, my dear as I place my pestle in the lovely deep groove of her very large milky white tits. As you can see, as I fuck her creamy chasm, she is in fact licking my arse and alternatively sucking on my eggs. Now I am going to finish down her throat. Open wide, dear Mrs. Forsythe.”

Mrs. Haywood watched in awe as the housekeeper hung her head over the end of the table, and with open mouth nearly as wide as that of Mrs. Forsythe, failed to breathe as she watched the huge organ slide into the waiting mouth and down the throat until Lord Anthony’s hairy balls covered most of Mrs. Forsythe’s face. Lord Anthony shoved in and out a couple of times and the housekeeper’s throat convulsed. Suddenly his balls lifted and his arse cheeks clenched as he shot a torrent of his potent seed deeply into her throat and down her gullet.

“Ah, ah what a spend. Now watch as Mrs. Forsythe continues to suck the residue from my dick and clean my knob. Very pleasurable, that. Now, Mrs. Haywood, your turn I believe. Now, now, you won’t get away with fainting. Mrs. Haywood, dear me…….”

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All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story that need to be are 18 years of age or older. Hope you enjoy!

This is the third and final part of a three-part story about Freya and the beginning of her sophomore year at college. It involves her family and some of the men she meets, the difficult decisions involved with that, and the results of those decisions. Part two will be published in about ten days and part three ten days after that. Feel free to leave comments. I use them to help with future stories.

*****

Freya was to meet Grig again on Saturday, at one o’clock. She had been through two physics classes, watching him, listening to him, and, more than anything, wanting him again. Each time she looked at him, or their eyes met, it was a jolt to each. As much as she enjoyed the feeling, she wasn’t sure she could endure it for another ten weeks.

In mid-morning, Athena had taken her arm and led her away from the others.

“Freya, guess what?

“You’ve been chosen queen of—”

“Freya, don’t be silly,” Athena interrupted. She had a big smile on her face. “Jeremy asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“And w-what did you say?”

“I said, yes. I know he’s always liked me and since I had that motorcycle ride, he thinks I’m pretty cool.”

“Did you tell him it’s a Ducati?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t know what that was.” Athena laughed, and Freya joined her.

So, Freya thought, her little sister, not quite so little now, was joining the boy-girl thing. She hoped her experience would not be fraught with roadblocks, as hers had become.

It was time for day two with Grig, and Freya was tingling from the moment she slid out of her bed in the morning. She had already told her mother that she would be going to the library to get ahead on her some research that she’d need for later in the semester. She quickly realized that ten weeks of providing excuses would be stressing her creativity.

She spent the morning helping Jessica clean the house. She had made a promise to herself that she would do whatever it might take to improve her relationship with her mother. She asked a few questions about cleaners and where they should be used. Jessica seemed to enjoy Freya’s interest, not realizing that it had a two-fold purpose. There was the improvement of the relationship, but also the practical side since she hoped she would need the knowledge when she and Grig were … married? She could use that word in her thoughts, if not aloud. There was another word, too, one that needed to come before “marriage.” All in good time.

Those thoughts were priming her for the afternoon with Grig. Those, and a few others that made her tremble when they thrust themselves into her mind. But she savored those thoughts and her body’s reaction to them.

After lunch, she stashed her bottle of Calvin Klein’s Escape in her backpack, remembering what he had said to her on Wednesday. It had been a long two days, made even more difficult by her having to sit in physics class, watching, when all she wanted was to be in his arms. The soothing sound of his voice as he taught helped her make it through those tempting times.

She hugged her mother and received a warm smile in return, feeling a little guilty that the new closeness she was seeking would be accompanied by the lies she’d be telling her. Harder would be lying to her father or brother, but it would be necessary, and she would do it without hesitation. One day, when it was finally known, she’d apologize.

She drove eagerly to Lot C, cruised until she saw Grig’s car and parked. As she was walking toward his car, she noticed two people walking toward her. Passing his car, she watched over her shoulder till they were finally out of sight, then backtracked and jumped into the back seat of the Acura. Something was different—the windows. Grig had covered them with a dark film that blocked the view of anyone on the outside. She was sure her heart was about to burst.

Ignoring the risk, she leaned over the front seat and kissed him.

The trip to his house went quickly, each sharing how their two days apart had been. In the garage, as the door closed, Freya was amazed at how different she felt this time. There was the anticipation, but none of the anxiety she had felt on Wednesday. She wanted to be in his arms, to repeat what they had shared then, but she was also anxious to learn more about him, to understand who he was and to become a part of his life as well.

There were no preliminaries as their hunger for each other was evident in the way their eyes met, those gray-blue eyes that had so enthralled her from the very first day she’d seen them locked with hers—no words necessary gaziantep escort bayan reklamları nor spoken. Freya went quickly to the bathroom when they were upstairs and used the bottle of Escape liberally, remembering those endearing words he had spoken. Back in the bedroom, she found the covers turned back and a naked Grig lying there, waiting.

She was quickly undressed and settled into his arms, contentment filling her with its warmth, matched by the warmth of his body against her. He gently kissed her forehead.

“Aroma of Freya is wonderful,” he said. He nuzzled her neck, low purring sounds coming from deep within him.

“Freya, physics people like numbers. We live by them. I am no different. We have ten weeks, but not quite. Sixty-eight days are left to the end of semester. That much time until we can be … normal.”

She pressed against him, kissing his neck, then caressing it with her tongue. “This is my new normal,” she said, moving her head so their lips could meet.

He responded, his lips hard against hers, tongue probing, then caressing and dancing with hers. She felt his hand slide along her side, then grasp her breast, his thumb rolling around her nipple that hardened to his touch. She moaned as she felt his lips on her breast, his tongue teasing that hard nipple, his lips toying with it, pulling it, stretching it, feeling it grow even more.

He moved to her other breast, the same treatment repeated on it, her body responding to each touch of his tongue, each squeeze of his hand, each murmur as he teased and toyed with her.

His lips and tongue left a trail of dampness as they danced from her breast to her stomach and then her belly, pausing to savor her navel, and finally to that place where she ached for them to stop and stay. His tongue flicked, and her body responded to each touch, twisting, begging for more. It was almost more than she could endure, a new feeling that she couldn’t have imagined only a few days ago.

He kissed his way back up her body, tormenting her with each touch of his lips. Wanting him with an intensity driven higher by his every look and feel, she rolled to her back, her legs spreading, her arms reaching for him. She saw his arm go under the pillow, emerge with that little packet. He tore it open, rolled sideways, and then was quickly above her once more, pressing against her, parting her and entering to her gasping acceptance.

They were still for long moments, each lost in the feel of the other, anticipating more but enjoying just being where they were. She pressed her hips upward against him, eyes closed, and wanting more. She felt his hands on her cheeks, turning her face toward his. She opened her eyes to see his, just inches from her. His body began to move, slowly at first, his eyes locked with hers, his nose flaring with each breath, and then gradually faster. Freya countered each thrust with her own, her body responding to his being inside of her. That feeling was beginning to mount, the one she had only found last Wednesday. It was possessing her as he possessed her. Suddenly it was there, a loud moan escaping her as she spasmed in time with his thrusting, hearing his groan as they orgasmed in unison, eyes still locked.

For minutes, they lay there together, still joined, gasping for breath. Freya would have been content to stay that way forever. Grig rolled over, pulling her on top of him once more. She kissed him gently.

“Freya, if this were only Christmas time, ten weeks over, and you were here and could stay here, and we could share this bed for more than what we’ve just done.” As always, when he looked at her that way, she felt she might just dissolve away.

“It will be here, Grig, before we know it. I love our time together and am getting used to it, even if it’s only the second day. There’s sadness though that I c-can’t help when I think we have to part and go back to acting. This is my new reality — the other is acting, trying to be something we aren’t any l-longer.”

“Thinking sad thoughts brings back the stutter. We won’t do that anymore, okay?”

“Okay. I don’t like being sad.” She kissed him again.

“Good. That is settled. Now I will fix you a good Russian meal.”

A dreamy look settled onto Freya’s face.

“Will I get to go to Russia someday?”

“I don’t know why anyone would want to go to Russia, but, perhaps,” he answered, no smile on his face.

Freya bit her lower lip. There were things hidden within this man that she needed to uncover and understand. There was plenty of time.

*****

On Monday morning, Freya got a text that didn’t surprise her. It was from Jarrod and he wanted to meet her for lunch. She had anticipated this day and the meeting with a certain amount of dread, as what she was going to tell him was probably not what he was wanting to hear. He obviously had his sights on her, had been setting things up, and was just waiting for the right time — today was probably going to be it. She fully expected him to gaziantep escort resimleri ask her for a date and she would have to refuse and find a plausible reason for the refusal.

She couldn’t tell him there was another guy in her life. He might question and search for answers, even though it would be none of his business — she was allowed to have a private life. And that part of her life was undoubtedly private. She’d just have to wing it a little, see what struck her and what he might say. She was already seeing the problems that secret liaisons could create.

She didn’t know him well at all, as only the two lunches, and that few minutes over coffee, hadn’t given her much insight into what kind of person he was like. He had overlooked her unbidden anger at that first lunch and seemed willing to forgive and forget. Still, she had given him no hint that she wasn’t interested in at least having a date with him, maybe get to know him a little. If she did that, it would be easier to send him on his way. But with what had already happened with Grig, she wasn’t about to do that. She’d just have to live with the consequences, whatever they might turn out to be.

When she got to the Burgermeister Room, Jarrod was already there. He waved at her, a big smile on his face. That certainly didn’t help and she wondered if the look on her face might give him a clue as to her feelings. She tried to smile but wasn’t sure it was too convincing.

“Hey,” he said when she was at the table. He gestured for her to sit down. “Who’s buying today, since I forgot my dice?”

“Why don’t we ju-just split it?” she suggested.

“You sure? I’ll be happy to buy.”

“Splitting is good since we both bought once.” She wished she could add, “and it’s the last time we’ll be doing this.”

“Same order?”

“Sure, that’s fine.”

“I’ll go pick it up,” he said, as she handed him a five-dollar bill. She could have gone to order and bring it back, but she didn’t feel like arguing. There might be some of that happening before too long.

In a few minutes, he was back, and they ate and talked, Jarrod doing most of the talking with her responding only sporadically.

When the food was gone he looked at her, a quizzical look on his face. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked, looking concerned.

“Just a long weekend and I’m t-tired,” she responded, waiting for the words she dreaded hearing.

“Listen, this is the third time we’ve had lunch, plus that time with your friend at Starbucks. I think it’s time we had an actual date. So, how about Saturday night? That gives you a while to get ready.” He chuckled as he said that.

She took a deep breath and saw his expression change as she did. She was sure he had expected a quick “yes” from her.

“I’m sorry, Jarrod. I just d-don’t think this will w-work out. It’s not you, it’s m-me.” She was satisfied that was vague enough and put the blame on herself.

“Won’t work out? There’s nothing to work out yet. Let’s go out Saturday, and then we can see if it will work out.” He still had a reasonably large and friendly smile.

“No, Jarrod. D-don’t make this h-harder than it has to b-be. I just, well, I d-don’t want to.”

As she watched, the look on his face changed. His eyes narrowed, his mouth tightened, his expression darkened and he leaned across the table toward her. She quickly remembered seeing the look once before, when the fry had been knocked out of his hand.

“You fucking little cock-tease. Lead me on like this, then nothing. You’re a redheaded bitch, Freya. I hope the next guy you meet knocks you up and then dumps you. Better yet . . .” His voice trailed off as he stood up and moved around the table. Freya flinched when he was beside her. He bent over, close to her ear. “You fucking whore,” he hissed. “I hope you choke on those fries. Someday you’ll pay.”

Freya had closed her eyes and cringed when he started speaking into her ear. She cautiously opened them, turning her head slowly to be sure he was gone. She looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed what had happened. She was trembling. She’d been expecting a protest, but not one like this. He had used words and called her things that were beyond her imagination. She knew people talked like that but she had never heard it before – particularly directed at her. She was thankful that what had happened with Grig had happened when it did. Otherwise, she might have decided to try Jarrod as a boyfriend. The results could have been even beyond what she’d experienced today.

With him gone, her trembling eventually subsided and she was able to finish her burger and fries. Then, it was off for a fretful hour of study before physics class. This was her third physics class since Wednesday night, and she hoped she could get used to them. Already, just sitting there watching and listening to him, with her mind doing its remembering and vivid picturing, she had discovered her body was having the expected reaction to the pictures in her mind. She was gaziantep escort bayan sitesi either going to have to learn to deal with that or start wearing a pad in her underwear. Even her black pants and her ragged jeans couldn’t hide the telltale signs. Those reactions were perfect when they were together, but not so nice at other times.

The studying was a little erratic as Jarrod’s words kept running through her brain, despite her efforts to ignore them. She hoped she’d never see him again but knew that, if she did, he’d feel more of her anger than the brief little he’d seen that first lunch they’d shared. She had to swallow back the bile that rose into her throat as she replayed the scene with Jerrod. She wished now that she had responded to him somehow, perhaps repeating what he’d said so that everyone could have heard it. But that might have enraged him more and he might have struck her or done something else physical. Best to have left it alone she decided.

“Hey, there you are. I haven’t seen you for a few days. Everything okay?”

Amber sat down beside her, smiling that inquisitive smile she always seemed to have around Freya.

“Yeah, g-good,” she replied.

“Don’t get carried away with your enthusiasm.”

She decided she’d share with Amber. “Just left Jarrod a few minutes ago. It w-wasn’t very pleasant.” She hoped her stomach would stay settled if she shared this with Amber.

“You don’t look pleased about that.”

“He asked me for a date, and I refused …and he g-got a little nasty. Very nasty. He called me a cock-tease and a whore.” She took a deep breath.

“Holy shit. That’s scary as hell. Why did you say no? I thought you were kind of interested in him.”

Grrr, she thought. Why couldn’t Amber just leave things alone? Now she had to create something to tell her. Still, her curiosity was fairly normal.

“I don’t know. I g-guess I just thought about it and decided he wasn’t someone I w-wanted to go out with.”

Amber was silent for a moment that Freya thought dragged on way too long. She lowered her eyes and leaned toward her.

“Freya, what aren’t you telling me?” Her tone was very accusatory. When Freya didn’t answer right away, she continued. “Is it the motorcycle guy?”

“Amber, stop.”

“If it’s not him, the only one left is Dr. Lebedev. Freya?”

She had decided she wasn’t going to tell Amber and wasn’t ready to change that decision.

“Amber, in a f-few minutes I will be going to the physics building where I will sit for an h-hour and ogle Professor Lebedev. It’s something I enjoy d-doing. You met him. You said he was k-kind of delicious. He is, and I look forward to s-seeing him.” She smiled at Amber, realizing that she had not actually lied in what she’d said, but she hadn’t said it all either.

“Well, he is delicious … for an older guy.”

“I guess he is older. I d-don’t think about that I guess when I’m in th-the class watching him.” That was an accurate statement, and she didn’t think about that when she was in bed with him either. She felt herself tingle when she thought that.

“I’m not sure you’re telling me the whole truth, Freya, but whatever.”

“How are you and Austin doing? I haven’t s-seen him for a while.” She was anxious to change direction.

A grin enveloped Amber’s face. “Just fine. We’ll have to get together sometime, all three of us.”

“Are you pregnant yet?”

“Freya, my god. What kind of a question is that?” Amber’s face had taken on a stern, but almost guilty look, her cheeks reddening enough to be easily seen.

“You ask me questions, and I should be able t-to ask too. Plus, there’s something about your look that makes m-me want to ask that question again.”

Amber quickly looked from side to side, then whispered. “I am a week late, but that’s happened before. I’m not too worried though. We’ve always been careful.”

Despite Freya not yet having a chance to be late, Amber’s saying that jarred her just a little as she realized she had become susceptible to that possibility. “Safe sex” had a new and vital meaning with Grig in her life.

“You g-guys be careful.” She loved Amber and, even though they teased a lot, she didn’t want anything that would complicate her life.

“We are, Freya.” A sheepish grin appeared on Amber’s face. “Sometimes it’s not easy though.” She giggled. “You’ll find out one of these days. At least I hope so.”

“I don’t know, Amber,” she replied. “It may n-never happen.” She said that, hoping to deflect Amber’s repeated questions about Grig.

Amber grinned devilishly. “Keep going to those special meetings with your professor and who knows?”

Obviously, it hadn’t worked.

“He is fascinating. I’ll keep doing m-my best.”

She knew that one day, she’d share what was happening with Amber. She wanted to share it with everyone. What had Grig said? Saturday was sixty days. So now it was down to fifty-eight—still a considerable number.

“I better g-get to class,” she said. She gathered her books, waved at Amber, and headed for one more day of looking at Grig, listening to him and wanting him even more. They’d been together twice now and, despite her thinking that might make seeing him a little easier, it hadn’t at all. It seemed to intensify her desire for him and she was almost afraid to be too close to him before or after class, afraid she might give away what was happening. It was a struggle, but one she was cherishing.

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This is a True Story. Jean and I are both of Legal Age.

I started work at the Hotel when I was 14. Helping in the Dining Room as a bus boy. Jean, the Hostess, was my brother’s best friend’s mom and she was also the mother of a girl in my senior class homeroom. She was attractive, sexy and curvy, and had a lovely southern accent. Every Saturday night her husband would pick her up after work and give me a ride home too. I only lived 6 blocks away in the City of Philadelphia.

When I was 16 I obtained my drivers license and got a car and some times she would ask me for a ride home, instead of making her husband come all the way to work and pick her up. It was stupid of him to come and get her when I was going the same way.

When I was alone with her I would tease her at the intersection of the Interstate. I would say right or straight, meaning straight for home or right to the strip of motels. She would laugh and say straight.

I gathered from conversations that her husband had a girlfriend as some nights he would tell her to get a ride home as he was working. She knew about his girl friend and I think a lot of others did too. On Labor Day weekend he would usually take his younger two sons and go to the Drag Races. They would leave on Friday, and stay Sat, Sun and Monday. This one year, Labor Day 1970, she asked me to come in and stay with her as she was a little afraid of being alone in the house. gaziantep escort bayan haberleri The neighborhood had gotten a little rough. A few neighbors had their houses broken into. I said no problem. I spent the night and slept in her son’s room on the third floor.

Another year went by and it was Friday Night, Labor Day Weekend of 1971. As usual I drove her home and she asked me to stay. We sat in the living room. I was on the end of the couch closest to the TV and she sat at the other end. She put her feet in my lap and asked me to rub them. She had already removed her pantyhose. I rubbed her left foot and calf and was up to her knee and then I felt the inside of her creamy thigh. It was so soft. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed and there was a smirk of contentment on her face.

I slid her right foot closer to me and adjusted the left one a little farther away. I was rubbing her foot, and her calf and I was up to her knee. Again I got to feel the soft skin of her thigh. I moved my fingers up a little higher and rubbed a little softer. I looked down and I could see her panties as her skirt had ridden up high.

At that time her son, my older brother’s friend came home and when she heard him at the door she swung her feet down and we were sitting there watching TV. She had figured he had gone to the South Jersey Shore with the gaziantep escort hikayeleri rest of his friends, but he had to stay home until Saturday morning. He said hello and then he said good night as he wanted to go to bed.

Jean arose from the couch and said we should go and get something to eat. We drove around for a few blocks and most of the stores were closed. She turned to me in the car and said she was not really hungry. She had to get out of the house. She asked me if I knew why she had to get out of the house and I said no. She then told me that I had made her extremely horny and that she needed to cool off. I drove back and she went to bed and I slept in her son’s bedroom.

On Saturday night the same thing happened again. (Almost like the Movie Ground Hog Day). I was sitting there rubbing her feet and did the left leg first and then I was working on her right one. My hands got higher and higher. Her soft skin felt so wonderful to me. She parted her legs a little more and my hand rose higher and higher. My little finger rubbed against her cotton panties and she moved a little and a sigh came from her lips. Her legs opened a little more and I got to rub my whole hand up and down her panty clad pussy. Her panties were very moist.

At this time Jean rolled onto the floor and pulled me on top of her. She kissed my lips with her soft lips. gaziantep escort bayan ilanları Her tongue worked its way into my mouth. Here I was kissing an older woman, who kissed like no other high school girl I had been with. Being a virgin, I was not really sure of what to do exactly. She asked me if I wanted to make love to her. She said that I would have no worries with her and with that she took her panties off.

I had always wanted to taste a woman and I asked her if I could lick her “down there”. She pulled her legs up and spread them wide and pushed my head towards her lovely pussy. It was my first look, smell and taste of a woman. My only previous experience was some kissing, and titty play with some of the local girls.

I slid my tongue up and down her pussy lips. I pushed it in as far as I could. She placed her feet on my shoulders, gripped my hands in her hands and after a few minutes she pushed real hard with her feet as she pulled my hands. She had an orgasm from my licking. I was really proud of myself.

She then reached down, undid my belt, pulled down the zipper of my jeans and pushed my pants and underwear down my legs. She took my cock and guided it to her hot wet hole and I slid in. Here I was, my first time and it felt great. I pumped in and out as I kissed her. Her French Kisses was hard and I could feel her teeth against mine. Her tongue was all over my mouth and she was matching me stroke for stroke. I knew I was about to cum and I told her and she said to go ahead. I shot a gallon of my juice into her. I had never cum before unless it was by hand (mine or a dates). It felt so wonderful.

She was not sure if anyone would be coming home later that night so I had to sleep in the other room. But the next year, I got to sleep in the king sized bed, but that is another story.

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