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He saw the photo come through and gave a deep hum of appreciation. He opened it full screen and the hum turned in a growl of pleasure deep in his chest. One hand reached down to squeeze between his legs and adjust himself in his pants. The night had turned wet and cold, but he was very warm all of a sudden.

He calls and she answers on the first ring.

“That’s so hot. It gives me all sorts of ideas, ” he tells her. No hello, no preliminaries, just the thought of how beautiful, how tempting she is.

“I have more,” she says. “What would you like to see?”

He grows harder thinking about all of the various ways he has seen her, the ways he wants to see her. Back arched, one hand on her breast, one hand in her panties. On her hands and knees, glancing back at him. Collared with a hand delicately at her throat, excitement and the fear of something new in her eyes. So many options and each one spurs a new fantasy.

He gives her a few ideas and she responds, “I have those. What will you give me for them?”

His erection grows impossibly harder. He opens his belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants, easing his discomfort. Massages himself through his underwear for a few moments while he thinks about how to respond.

“What would you like?”

“It’s not going to work like that. What are you willing to give…”, she trailed off, intentionally and obviously seductively.

“Of course she would be a brat about this,” he thinks. It’s adorable and frustrating and makes him wish they were together so he could put his hands on her. “She’s so much easier to deal with when I’m running my fingers over her skin, when she can’t think of anything but me inside her.”

“I’ll tell you a story,” he offers.

“Just a story? No, I want a week of you not being able to say no to anything I want.”

“That’s a lot for a few photos. My story will be an exciting one, I promise. One that you’ll be able to feel a part of, since you’ll be a main character.”

He slips his hands in his underwear, wraps his fingers around his penis and squeezes tight, releases, squeezes again. He has to take his hand away before he keeps going.

“It’ll be a story about me?” She asks, intrigued. “Hmmm, no. I Ankara travesti still like my idea better.”

“I tell you what. I will give you a weekend of not being able to say no and I’ll still give you a story.”

“Like Friday, Saturday, Sunday?”

“Nice try. A normal weekend. Saturday and Sunday.”

He can hear the pout over the phone.

“Fine. But if I don’t like the story, I want a week.”

“If you don’t like the story, we can renegotiate. I’ll give you a synopsis now if you like.”

“You already have something? Did you have something planned for just such an occasion?” She asks surprised.

“No, I’m making this up on the fly, but I like the idea and will flesh it out for you later. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” she replies hesitantly.

“How comfortable?”

“Laying in bed, listening to the rain.”

“Perfect. What are you wearing, baby girl?”

“I thought this was a story? Long shirt, panties with little flowers around the waistband.”

His breathing stutters for a moment, picturing the scene.

“Oh it will be a story. This is a story about the next time I see you and a story about what I’m doing right now. A bit of realistic fiction, if you will.”

He hears the intake of breath, can feel her thinking over the line.

“Wha… what are you doing right now?” She asks slowly.

“It’s part of the story, so you’ll have to wait and see,” he responds and starts the story.

———-

I’m laid back in my leather chair looking at the photo of you, imagining the playful look you give me when you know you’re doing something naughty and I’m going to love it. I live for that look. I live for that look to turn from playful to devilish and then surprised to shocked as I seduce you with my hands, with my mouth. No matter how many times we are together, how many times I worship your body, you are always shocked at how quickly I can get you to orgasm. It’s endlessly satisfying.

My pants are open, having been driven to be comfortable myself during our earlier conversation. I sit up to strip out of my shirt and lay back in my chair, one hand behind my head, one hand in many pants, over my underwear. Squeezing myself and Antalya travesti rolling my fingers over the top. Teasing myself as I think about you.

The scene in my mind shifts. You are on the bed and I’ve just blindfolded you in preparation for bringing out other toys. This is all new and you’re breathing fast. In my mind and in reality, I am hard as steel. As I imagine looking down at you, I slip my jeans and underwear off. I remember going back to the box and getting the cuffs for your hands, getting the ones for your ankles. The sounds of distress and anticipation as you felt me put them on you, wondering what was next. Letting out a shocked squeal as you heard the snap of the crop for the first time. I wrap my fingers around myself, gripping tight, and start slowly stroking myself.

As my hand moves up and down, I’m squeezing, releasing. Up. Squeeze. Down. Release. Thinking about how your body moves. Thinking about how your breasts feel in my hands, how nipples feel against my palm and between my fingers. Imagining I can feel you rubbing them against my chest. I start moving faster. I’m thinking about laying you back on your bed, both of us eager for that first moment I brush my cock against your pussy, that first moment of stretching and tension and your body relaxing enough to allow me inside.

———-

She’s been quiet through most of his story. Her breathing picked up as he started describing her blindfolded.

He started hearing other sounds as he talked them together.

“Are you still with me, baby girl?” He asks softly.

“Yes, sir,” she answers in the same way.

“Are you liking it so far?

“Definitely. Don’t stop.”

“Orders, baby girl? Is that how good girls ask?” He chides her.

“Please, sir. Please don’t stop.”

“I’ll keep going if you tell me where your hands are.”

“One hand is on my chest, pulling at my nipples. One hand is between my legs, rubbing my clit and teasing my vagina”

“I love that you use such proper terms. I guess I can keep going then,” his words practically purring out to her.

———-

I’m moving my hand fast but steady, my grip tight enough that you’d think it’d be painful, but İstanbul travesti feels like heaven. My other hand is behind my head, running through my hair, rubbing my neck. I’m thinking about being sheathed within you, my senses full of you, the sounds you make, the feel and smell that is unique to you. All of you against all of me. Rocking my hips against you, but not pulling even the slightest bit out. Struggling against each other. Fighting to get even deeper, to feel more of you.

I think of sitting up on my knees. Pulling you up with me, holding you against me so that you slide just a bit further down, I slide just a bit further up. I imagine lifting you ever so slightly and slamming you back down on me. Once. Twice. Again. And Again. Every time I think about it, I grip myself harder and stroke more intensely. I speed up. I think about turning you, putting a pillow down under your stomach. I grip your hips with both hands as tight as I’m gripping myself. I push deep inside and really start moving. Putting everything I am into loving you, into pushing you over the edge.

My hand is flying up and down. I’m not even trying to be quiet. I’ve lost all sense of myself and can only think about how close I am. As I think about fucking you as hard as I can, I can almost hear your gasps and cries. I can almost feel you around. I feel you clench as you start to cum and I lose myself inside you. I kept pushing and pushing as I erupt and cry out my pleasure, burying my face in your hair yelling your name.

———-

Both of them were breathing fast, panting as their hands moved them to completion. As he described them cumming together, him exploding inside of her, he came like a fountain in his hand, on his stomach, all over the chair.

As he cried out in real life, he heard her whimpering and begging.

“Please sir, please…”

“Please what, honey,” he asked, breathing hard.

“Please, I need to cum.”

“You do?”

“Yes! Please, daddy, I need it so much.”

“Yes, baby girl, yes. Cum for me.”

He lay back recovering, basking in the pleasure of an intense orgasm, listening to his lover cum with him and to her stuttering breathing.

“Are you with me baby girl?”

“Yes, sir.” She gasped, still recovering from her own pleasure. “If that was a synopsis, I can’t wait to read the whole story…”

He laughed deep and asked, “So I take it you liked it?”

“I definitely did. But I still can’t wait for my weekend.”

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Immortal Gift of Beauty

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My wife and I were on vacation abroad, and ran into some people from our home town. It got me thinking… If it could happen to us, why not someone else?

If you’re looking for a visual of our female lead character, I was picturing Sela Ward, but perhaps a little more buxom. I hope you enjoy it.

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I looked across the bed to the empty pillow next to mine. It was still warm, and would quite soon again be cradling the very pretty head of my new girlfriend.

She was in the bathroom, humming happily, and reappeared in the doorway a few seconds later.

“Ready for more?” she giggled, smiling brightly.

I suppose I should tell you more about how we met, before we go back for round two.

*****

Believe it or not, this whole thing started on my Mother’s birthday.

Little did I know that I would be the one getting the gift.

Anyway, as I said, it was Mom’s birthday, and Dad surprised everyone in the family with his present for her. When it came to choosing gifts for Mom, he had a history of small appliances and other household items. Mom didn’t complain, of course, but even I could see that she had hoped for something more… well, personal. Something that she actually wanted, not just something for the house.

I had no illusions this year would be any different, but apparently aliens had replaced my Father with a more thoughtful version. When he handed her the small, well wrapped box, I exchanged disbelieving looks with my older sister. There had to be some mistake.

Mom giggled, and started to carefully unwrap the foil paper by tugging on the ribbon that belted the package. In typical Mom fashion, she didn’t tear the paper. It would go into her pile of reusable wrapping. She lifted the lid off the box.

Inside, amid the tissue paper, she found a gift certificate… for a new bathing suit.

Ooooo, so close, I thought. Mom had recently lost some weight, and probably did need a new suit to show off her more slender, fitter self, but it still seemed like a present that Dad would get more out of than Mom.

“Thank you so much, honey,” Mom smiled. She never showed her disappointment, even when the gift was a new steam iron. “I do need a new bathing suit. I might even think about a bikini, now that I’m in better shape.”

“There’s more, darling,” Dad said with a smug confidence. “Look again.”

Mom dug through the tissue, then froze. She looked at my Father, stunned, and he just nodded.

Every dog in the neighbourhood picked its head up, as Mom screamed in delight, jumping up and down before leaping into my Father’s arms.

“I think she likes it,” my sister whispered, standing next to me. “What do you think it is? A new blender?”

“Box is too small,” I laughed. “Maybe some socks.”

“Alright, you two,” Dad warned, still accepting my Mother’s hug of gratitude. “Be careful what you say, or you might find yourself uninvited.”

We just stood silently, suitably chastised, waiting for Mom to let us know what was so exciting. When she finally settled down, she pulled a brochure out of the bottom of the box. In letters three inches high, it cleared up the mystery.

Greece. We were all going to Greece.

***

Now, Greece had always been my Mother’s dream. She had no real reason for wanting to go there, but she had always wanted to. Dad had hit a home run with this one.

Of course, we weren’t going right away. Dad was giving Mom free rein on this trip. It was her gift, so she got to customize it to her tastes. The rest of us were just along for the ride.

It took three months for everything to fall into place. Mom set us up on a two stop vacation. The first part of the two-week trip would be on the mainland, touring the typical tourist spots, like the Acropolis and various other ruins. It was fun, and educational, but I personally feel that once you’ve seen two or three crumbling stone structures, you’ve pretty much seen them all.

My favourite part of the trip was the second part; a glorious, relaxing week on Santorini, at a beautiful resort.

There’s blue, and then there’s Santorini blue. The sky and ocean seemed to be in competition to see which could be the most breathtaking azure hue, contrasting against the stark white of stucco on the buildings. It was remarkable, but not the sight I’ll remember most. That came on day one, by the pool.

I had noticed something about Greece, besides that it was old. I was looking at it through a young man’s eyes, so naturally the first thing I noticed was the women. In a word… Wow!

It’s probably just because the women here fit my type, but it seemed like beautiful, dark-haired women grew on trees here.

It’s my Mom’s fault. She was a brunette, and I naturally gravitated toward her look as what women were supposed to be like. Here in Greece, they were everywhere.

I wasn’t sure what I’d do for a whole week here, but I was willing to start by hanging out around the pool, adıyaman escort bayan where the female staff of the resort made for entertaining viewing.

Which is how I met my girlfriend, in a matter of speaking. I was watching one of the pool bar servers wiggle her butt past me, when some movement in the background caught my eye. I shifted my focus, and caught this girl about my age, climbing the ladder out of the pool. She was wearing a bikini, and the bottom half of it was so brief that almost all of her very nicely shaped ass was exposed to my eyes. She turned in profile, and raised her arms to wring out her hair, which was long, straight and light brown.

Nice tits, I thought, turning my head to follow her to her lounge. They weren’t that big, but still had a cute little jiggle to them. I suppose it was obvious that I was staring at her, because as she stopped by her seat, I found myself looking into the dark eyes of a woman I assumed to be her Mother. She was wearing a black one-piece, with a big floppy hat on her head. She had tipped her sunglasses down, and was watching me watching her daughter’s ass with a certain level of disapproval. Still, there was a wry grin on her face.

Caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I looked away. Far too late. I felt compelled to see if she was still looking across at me, and peeked. Indeed, she was still looking in my direction, and took her glasses off to make sure I saw her eyes. She didn’t appear angry.

A few minutes later, the mystery woman began to pack up her things. She stood, her back to me for long enough to etch the much more mature curves of her own rear end in my memory. She was tall, lean and statuesque, with a classic hourglass figure. As she put her cover up back on, she turned to glance at me. I was too enthralled to look away this time, and saw the fullness of her breasts in profile.

She let her daughter lead into the hotel, blocking my view with her own body. At the time, I thought she might have been acting as a protective parent, but in retrospect, she may have been flirting. A final glance over her shoulder confirmed that I was still watching, and she smiled.

I had never really noticed older women before. I was usually more interested in their daughters, but there was something about this woman that captured my attention completely. Her beauty was undeniable. She was a goddess in the land of goddesses.

I had no idea how right I was.

***

Later that afternoon, my whole family was out by the pool again. I was sitting next to Mom, with Dad on her other side, and my sister beside him. The sun had moved, and shadows obscured the other side of the deck. My eyes were closed, enjoying the golden warmth of the later light.

“Excuse me, are these taken?” the voice said. It was a woman’s voice, soft and gentle. I opened my eyes.

“Please, help yourself,” my Mother replied.

It was her. Those dark eyes gazed down into mine, until she turned to smile at my Mother.

“Thank you,” she said, extending her hand to Mom. “I’m Ambrosia Castellanos, and this is my daughter, Marina.”

Funny how I started out watching her daughter’s ass, and now hadn’t even noticed that she was here. Oh well.

“I’m Carol,” Mom responded. “My husband, Herbert, daughter Sharon, and son Henry,” she gestured.

Ambrosia made eye contact down the line, starting with my sister, farthest away. “Hello,” she smiled, “Hello, hello.” She finished with me, next to her.

“Hello, Henry,” she smiled, seemingly brighter than the smile she had sent the others. She arranged her towel on the lounge, and sat down elegantly.

Oh my…

My eyes tried desperately not to wander over to the long, lean, slender legs that filled the right side of my peripheral vision. My willpower was being tested further by her foot, rubbing up and down the smooth, tanned skin of her muscular calf. My mother rescued me by starting a conversation with our new friend.

“So, Ambrosia? From your name, I would guess you are from around here? From Greece, I mean,” Mom asked.

“Yes,” the stunning brunette smiled, “and no. I am Greek, yes. Born in Athens, grew up nearby. But I left over twenty years ago. My daughter and I are here to visit relatives. It’s her first time.”

“You’re visiting relatives, but staying in this resort?” Mom questioned. “Not staying with your family?”

“Ah yes,” Ambrosia nodded. “We Greeks and our big families. That’s why I left in the first place. I’m here to visit, not renew hostilities. I’m sure you have family members you could do without?”

“Of course,” Mom smiled. “Don’t we all.” Dad turned his head. Mom had never really been my Grandmother’s favourite daughter-in-law. It was no secret.

There was a lull in the conversation between Ambrosia and my Mom, as her daughter said something that I couldn’t hear. She got up, and went inside.

“Keep it short, please,” Ambrosia called after her. “Halfway around the akkent escort bayan world, and she just has to call her boyfriend every morning. The phone bill is going to be more than the flight.” she explained.

“Thankfully, these two don’t have anyone to call right now,” my Mother laughed. “You said you left Greece long ago. Where do you live now?”

“Well, I met a man who had business worldwide, so after we married, we were quite the globetrotters,” Ambrosia said. “It’s not the life for a child, however, and when I became pregnant with Marina, we settled in Canada.”

“You’re kidding! Where abouts?” Mom gasped.

“West coast, in the Vancouver area,” Ambrosia replied, turning to look at my mother in surprise.

“Isn’t life strange? We travel all the way to Greece, to meet a Greek woman, who could be our neighbour!” Mom smiled. “New West! We’re from New Westminster!”

“Would you like to take my seat, Mrs. Castellanos?” I asked, “So you can talk easier?”

“Why thank you, yes, Henry! That’s so thoughtful,” she smiled. “On one condition ; please call me Ambrosia. Deal?” She extended her hand. When I took it, I found it to be soft, and smooth, and perfectly manicured.

“Yes Ma’am… I mean, yes… Ambrosia,” I replied softly. Her eyes met mine for an instant, and took my breath away.

So we swapped lounges, and Ambrosia spent the next half hour talking about how small the world seemed. When Marina returned, she did a double-take, then took her seat.

“Hi Marina,” I said, “I’m Henry,”

“I know,” she said coldly. Apparently, her mother got all the charm.

“How’s your boyfriend?” I asked.

“Fine, and none of your business,” she replied.

“Okay, nice talking to you,” I laughed. She just closed her eyes, and tilted her head away. I didn’t see Ambrosia lean closer.

“So, Henry,” she whispered. “You don’t have a girlfriend at home? I find it hard to believe that a strong, handsome young man such as you doesn’t have the girls lined up around the block, just waiting for a date.”

My initial thought was that she was trying to set me up with Marina. Maybe she didn’t like her daughter’s boyfriend, and was hoping I’d displace him, but Marina didn’t seem too willing to allow that.

There was something about her voice, though; Her voice, and the way she looked at me. It made me tingle. She was just so beautiful.

***

I was laying on my lounge the next morning, by myself. My sister was sleeping in, and my parents were probably doing things I’d rather not think about. I had the edge of the towel shading my eyes. From above, I heard her voice again.

“Hello Henry,” she purred. The timbre of her throaty words instantly got my attention.

I tipped the towel away from my eyes, and looked up at Ambrosia. The full swell of her breasts was impossible to miss from this angle, and she had to look around them to see me.

“Hello Mrs. Cast… I mean, Ambrosia,” I smiled. “Looking for a seat?”

“Yes,” she smiled. “May I sit with you?”

“Certainly,” I nodded, and watched as she arranged herself, dropping her wrap from around her hips. I got a good look at her ass, and it was goooooooooooooood. She was wearing blue today, and I noticed it was one of those maillots with cutouts, so it was like a bikini hybrid. It looked very sexy on her sumptuous curves.

“Where’s Marina today?” I asked, taking the opportunity to scan her body again.

“Sleeping in. I just couldn’t ignore the sun. I saw you from our balcony, and thought you might like some company,” she replied. That smile again. God, she was gorgeous. She had a ‘Sela Ward’ aire about her; very elegant and sophisticated in her classic beauty, but with an undeniable sexiness bubbling just under the surface.

“Yeah, my sister is sleeping in, too,” I laughed, piling the extra towel on my lap, to disguise the bulge that had to be growing there. I wasn’t immune to her, despite our age difference.

“Well, it’s their loss,” she giggled. “Such a glorious day! So, tell me about Henry.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. She wanted to know more about me, and even though we were far from well acquainted, I felt compelled to tell her.

I filled in a few blanks. I was eighteen, starting college in a month, a year behind my sister. Hoping to play football.

“Your turn, Ambrosia,” I smiled.

“You want to know about me?” she asked, playing coy. “I’m sure you’d find me boring.”

“Not at all,” I laughed. “You’re here with Marina, and you live near us at home. Is your husband still at home?”

“No, I’m afraid… My husband passed away two years ago,” she replied. A touch of sadness appeared in her eyes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ambrosia. I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, dismissing my comment. “You couldn’t possibly know, and it’s past. Truly Henry, it’s okay.”

I nodded, and we sat silently for a moment, before she spoke.

“Henry? You don’t gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan strike me as a Henry,” she smiled.

“Well, no, I suppose not. Mom calls me Henry, and my sister when she’s trying to get under my skin,” I explained. “Most of my friends call me Hank.”

“Hank. Yes, that’s more fitting for you. Alright, in your mother’s presence I will stick to Henry, but between us, it’s Hank,” she giggled. It was girlish, and very attractive. “My friends call me Brosie, so I believe you should too.”

“Deal,” I grinned, shaking her hand.

“Okay, Hank,” she said quietly, as she stood, and discarded her hat. She stretched her arms high, giving me the full effect of her very enticing bathing suit. Her tummy looked very firm and flat, especially in contrast to her chest, which was far from flat. My towel stirred. “I’m going for a swim. Watch my stuff?”

“Of course,” I nodded. I’ll be watching you, too.

She walked around to the far side of the pool, and tiptoed into the water. When it was waist deep, she looked over at me and waved, then dove under the surface. She came up in the deep end, looking like a tropical goddess. I watched her as she swam lap after lap, her body sliding effortlessly through the water. She seemed totally at ease, and completely comfortable under my gaze.

I suddenly realized that I was sporting a nearly full erection. I pressed on my crotch to quell the urge. There was a pool of cool water over there that would probably complete the deflation process, but I had to get from here to there without showing all of Greece that I was aroused. More specifically, I didn’t want Ambrosia to see it.

I stood, keeping the towel in my hand until I was nearly at the edge of the pool. Tossing it back to my seat, I dove straight in. There. Safe.

I came up right in front of her. It hadn’t been my intention. I was more concerned with getting into the pool than where I was going.

“Oh! Hello there!” she gasped as I popped up within arms length. She was chest deep, and the water’s motion was making her boobs float in a way that my eyes couldn’t ignore. The blood which had been leaving my dick immediately reversed direction. She swam around me into deeper water, then put her hand on my shoulder as she swept the wet hair out of her eyes.

“I’m getting out now,” she smiled. “I’ve cooled off enough.”

I haven’t, I thought, as I watched her stroke away smoothly. Then she climbed out via the ladder, showing me her spectacular ass again. Her suit had slipped up into her butt crack, and she pulled it out as she walked across the deck. It was a wonderful show, and increased the time I’d have to spend in the water before I could safely leave. It took about five minutes before I was soft again.

I felt her eyes on me as I climbed out, and she tossed me a towel when I was clear of the water.

“Thank you,” I laughed, wiping my shoulders. I took my seat, and we sat quietly for a few minutes. My eyes were closed, but I could still see the body beside me in my mind. I felt her hand on my arm.

“Hank… I want to go for a walk around town, and Marina isn’t interested in going,” she said softly. “Would you like to come with me? I’d feel better if I had someone to go with. I’ll buy you lunch?”

“Sure, Mrs. um, Amb… Brosie,” I stumbled.

“Keep trying. You’ll get it,” she laughed. “Okay, I’ll meet you in the lobby in thirty minutes.” She stood up, wrapped her towel around her hips, and gathered her stuff. She bent over to grab her hat, and gave me a view of her magnificent cleavage. “See you in the lobby.”

Off she went, wiggling her towel covered ass at me, and nearly causing another erection. I laid there, trying to keep my composure, and wondering what I had gotten myself into.

***

Thirty minutes later, I was in the lobby, and heard the click of heels behind me. Before I could turn around, hands covered my eyes. I felt her breasts against my back.

“Guess who?” she giggled. She released me before I replied, and let me turn around.

Wow. Dressed all in white, she looked spectacular. Her blouse was crisp, and while the body was solid and opaque, the long sleeves were diaphanous. A hint of cleavage peeked out through the partially unbuttoned front. Her skirt was mid-thigh, showing off her long legs. High heeled sandals adorned her feet. The floppy hat topped her head, and her long hair was draped over her left shoulder.

“How do I look?” she asked, doing a slow turn for me. “Not too much an old lady to be seen with you?”

Old lady? Yeah, right. If you’re an old lady, I’ll never look at a young girl again. She was waiting for me to say something. Apparently, my slack jaw and drool weren’t enough confirmation.

“Brosie, you look fantastic!” I finally blurted out.

“Thank you,” she smiled, “and thanks for calling me Brosie, Hank.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, extending my elbow.

“How gallant!” she giggled, hooking her arm in mine. “That way.”

Together, we walked slowly out the door, and into the narrow streets.

“So your mother is okay with you going out alone?” she asked, as we walked along the cobbled street.

“I’m sure she will be when she reads the note. My sister was still asleep. So were my parents,” I said, leaning closer and lowering my voice. “I think they were having sex earlier.”

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I originally thought my idea to get the girls to go camping with us, probably for the last time as a family, was a good one. I guess it was an attempt on my part to reminiscence of days past when the kids were little and we all had such a great time enjoying nature and just being together as a family.

But the girls were both in college and things had changed. Amy would graduate the next spring and Emily was a sophomore. Getting them to agree to come camping with Helen and me on the last week end before they both had to head back to school, was like pulling teeth. We had a long week end and I took the Friday before off work, so I could get the pop-up camper in shape. It hadn’t been used in a while. I also had to head over to the sporting goods store and buy a small four man dome tent and two air mattresses for Amy and Emily. As “adults”, they refused to share the camper with their parents. They needed their privacy. I thought that was a load of crap, but I was determined to make it a special week end and reconnect with my kids, so I agreed to get them their own tent.

I told Helen I wanted to be on the road by early afternoon so we wouldn’t be too late arriving at the campground — I disliked setting up camp in the dark. I had made reservations at a state park up near the Canadian border which made it a longer drive than we usually had done in the past for camping, but this was a special trip and I wanted to go somewhere we hadn’t been before. The park I chose had waterfalls and boating and I was sure everyone in the family was going to love it.

At noon, Amy announced that her college roommate, Tara, was going to be dropped off at our house in an hour to spend the week end with us. Amy had also promised her roommate that we would drive her back up to school the following week when we took Amy up.

“What do you mean she’s being dropped off?” I protested. “We have plans. We’re going camping. Why does she have to come here?”

“Dad! Chill … Tara’s my best friend and her parents are flying to Hong Kong — somebody died. I told Tara it was OK to come and stay here and we’d take her up to school next week.”

“But this camping trip is special. It’s been planned.” I didn’t want to sound like I was begging, but I was.

“Hey … you guys can go … Tara and I can hang here … we’ll be fine.”

“No! You promised to come camping. This is probably the last time we’ll ever go camping … as a family, anyway.”

“Alright. Alright, I’ll come … we’ll just have to drag Tara along too. Gawd, I hope she likes the outdoors.”

I was in the garage finishing packing some last minute items for the camper when a car pulled into the drive way. A middle aged couple got out, followed by a young woman who emerged from the back seat. I hadn’t met Tara or her parents before, but it was obvious who was who. Tara was the strikingly beautiful young woman coming up the drive with an over stuffed back pack slung over her shoulder. Her parents both had salt and pepper hair — like me.

I exchanged hand shakes with both her dad and her mother as Amy came bursting out of the side door and ran up to Tara and gave her a big hug.

“Hey, babe, what have you been up to all summer?” Amy asked. Amy and Tara fell into to a barely audile conversation as they headed into the house.

I made small talk with Tara’s parents and assured them we’d get their daughter back to school safe and sound. As they pulled out of the driveway, I gave them a friendly wave.

As soon as Tara’s parents left, I closed up the camper and got the hitch hooked up to the SUV. As soon as that last chore was completed, I went into the house.

“OK. Let’s get this show on the road.” I announced loud enough for everyone in the house to hear … or so I hoped. I knew the routine. Even though everyone knew I wanted to leave on time, it would take at least half an hour for everyone to get in the car and be ready to actually depart.

Amy came into the kitchen as I was getting a glass of water. I was just about to go through the house and herd everyone out to the waiting car.

“Dad, I just mentioned to Tara about going camping with us and … huh … well, she’s never done anything like that and I think …”

“You promised.” I reminded Amy.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea … ya know, ’cause she’s never been …”

“Is that what she said? She doesn’t want to go?”

“Well, no … she actually sort of likes the idea … since she’s never been camping before … but …”

“Oh. Tara wants to go. Then it’s settled. Get you things and get in the car … we have to get a move on if we want to get to the campground before dark.” I said settling, once and for all, the matter of Amy backing out of her promise.

The drive upstate was uneventful. But all the old tricks we always used to use to pass the time were a big flop now that the kids were grown. My wife dozed much of the trip and none of the girls wanted to play word games or sing songs like we had always done Maltepe Escort when they were little. Instead, all three girls had earphones plugged into their heads for the entire trip, listening to whatever music was each girls favorite.

We stopped for dinner about an hour away from the campground; the restaurant was tucked into a giant outlet mall complex. Amy and Tara ordered beer with their meals — both having recently turned twenty-one. They each seemed to get a thrill from exercising their newly acquired right to buy alcohol. They got carded, of course. The rest of us had iced tea. I have nothing against dinking, in fact, I had a nice bottle of Chardonnay on ice for later, but I still had some driving to do and did not want to drink until after we arrived.

An hour or so after leaving the restaurant we pulled into the camp ground. It took Helen and I about an hour to open up the camper, make the bed, put out the folding camp chairs and tables and generally get our campsite ship shape. Hmmmm … talk about mixed metaphors.

By then, it was getting dark and the stars were out. They were all so brilliant between the small gaps in the trees overhead that I was amazed I was on the same planet as my home in suburbia — at home, only the brightest stars were visible.

“How are you girls coming with your tent?” I yelled down into the woods.

Emily and Amy insisted that I take two camp sites so they could have, as they reiterated, their privacy. When we pulled into our sites, the girls proceeded to select a spot to set up their tent as far away from our pop-up camper as possible. So far away, in fact, that I could not actually see their tent as I sat outside our camper and enjoyed the campfire I’d just built.

I heard a faint reply that included the words “need help.” So, I went down the path to the girl’s site and found them with a half erected tent. Knowing that dome tents are the easiest things in the world to put up, I wasn’t quite sure how they had managed to screw this one up. But, I had it fixed and up in about five minutes. It was a piece of cake as long as Emily held the flash light for me. Then I showed them how to use the foot pump to blow up the air mattresses.

“Anything else I can do for you girls?” I said.

“No Dad. Thanks for putting up the tent.”

“So, Tara, what do you think of your first camping experience, so far?” I asked, trying to be polite.

“Geez, it’s so dark out here. When you turn off the flash light you can’t see a thing. And Emily was trying to scare me … she said there are bears up here in the woods.”

“Well, Tara, that is true. There are bears — black bears — that’s why we put all the food in the car over night. If you have food sitting out at your campsite, or in your tent, the smell can attract them. But you’ll be fine here … there is nothing to worry about.” I told her, hoping to reassure her. I wondered if Emily had tried to scare Tara on purpose.

“OK, if you need anything else, you know where to find me.” I told them. I said good night and headed back up to the camper.

Helen was sitting by the campfire when I returned and asked if I’d gotten the girls all squared away.

“Yes dear, though how anyone could fowl up a tent which is that simple to put up, is beyond me.”

We sat around the fire as it burned down to glowing embers and talked about nothing in particular. After awhile Helen yawned and said she was going to bed.

“You coming?”

“In a bit.” I replied. So Helen gave me a peck on the cheek and said good night.

Years ago, I would have jumped at the opportunity to climb into a sleeping bag with Helen what with the girls off in their own tent. But, we hadn’t had sex in ages so I was content to just sit by the campfire and enjoy the peaceful night under the magnificent large oak and hemlock trees that surrounded our campsite.

An hour or so later, after finishing off my bottle of wine, I doused the campfire, extinguished the Coleman lantern and stepped up into the camper as quietly as possible to go to bed.

As I was shedding my cloths for bed, Helen stirred and asked what time it was.

“Close to midnight, I think.” I whispered, though there was no need to try to be quiet with the girls in their own campsite.

I crawled into my sleeping bag, leaned over and gave Helen a good night kiss and she rolled over, facing away from me, and went back to sleep.

Over the years, I’d learned that Helen and I operated on opposite sleep patterns. Helen always slept very lightly during the first half of her night — I suppose that’s why she had always heard the girls when they were babies and got up to breast feed them at two or three o’clock. But during the last three or four hours of her night she slept so soundly that world war three could be going on in the bedroom and she would never even stir. I was the opposite. I slept like a log for the first few hours and then very lightly towards morning. So, it was no surprise to me Anadolu Yakası Escort that Helen had awakened briefly as I got into bed.

I snuggled into my sleeping bag and zipped it all the way up as the night had gotten rather chilly. I felt nice and cozy in my bag and dropped off to sleep quickly — the wine, no doubt, helped.

At sometime during the night I awoke at the sound of the camper door rattling. It was not very loud at all, but it was probably around four or five in the morning and I was in my light sleep mode. So, when I heard it, I was awake instantly. Helen, very characteristically, never even twitched.

I unzipped my bag and got up. The cold hit me immediately since I like to sleep in just my boxers, and nothing else. I went over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it a crack expecting to frighten off raccoons. Instead, I discovered Tara standing there shivering even though she as wrapped in a blanket.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

“Oh, Mr. B___, I’m so scared … I heard something out there … I think it’s a bear … please can I come in there with you?”

“Ahhh … yeah … sure.” And Tara stepped up into the camper. “We have to be quiet, my wife’s asleep.” I whispered.

I tried to reassure her that it was perfectly safe; that the bears around there were not dangerous like grizzlies, which is what I suspected she was thinking of. Just as I thought I had her calmed down enough to get her back down to the girl’s tent, we both heard the plaintive howling of a coyote somewhere not far away.

“What was that?” Tara exclaimed in a hushed, but obviously terrified, voice.

“Just a coyote. They’ve been reintroduced around here in the last ten years or so.” I said. I knew that from having read a newspaper article years ago that they were thriving in the woods up-state, even though I’d never actually seen one.

“Oh …”

“Listen, let’s get you back to your tent so you can get back to sleep …” As I spoke, I put my hand on her shoulder, intending to guide her in the darkness to the door.

“No! Please … I don’t want to go back down there … it’s so dark … I’m so scared … please … please don’t make me.” Tara begged me. I could tell she was still shivering and suspected for the first time that perhaps it wasn’t just from the cold.

“Well … alright. I can clear off the other bed over there … but we don’t have another sleeping bag … ” I said, keeping my voice as low as possible.

“Oh please … could I just crawl in beside you and Mrs. B___ … I won’t take up much room, I’m not that big … I’d feel so much safer with you … please … please …”

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t leave the girl just standing there all night in the cold. But, I thought, what would it look like in the morning when Helen awoke and found a young girl in bed with us?

“I really think it would be better if …” I started to suggest the other bunk again but Tara wouldn’t have it.

“Pleeeeeeeease?”

“OK.” With that, Tara dropped the blanked and I saw in the dim light of a crescent moon that she was wearing a sheer little baby doll nightie which was totally inappropriate for camping … what had this girl been thinking?

She must have read my thoughts, because she said, “It’s the only thing I had with me.”

As I continued to stare, I could not help but notice how incredibly sexy she looked standing there in her almost see-thru white negligee. I could just make out in the dim light the dark circles around her nipples. Then, I realized that I was rapidly getting a hard-on.

“Ok … Ok … let’s get some sleep …” and I indicated she should climb into my sleeping bag. She was right, she was such a slight little thing that she didn’t take up much space in the sleeping bag. I guessed that she was probably under a hundred pounds and only just a few inches over five feet.

I very carefully climbed in beside her with my back to her so I could keep my, by then, fully erect dick from stabbing her. I zipped up the bag to keep out the cold and put my head on my pillow and pondered just how I was going to explain things to Helen in the morning, even though it would all prove to be totally innocent.

Only seconds passed when I heard Tara whisper. “Mr. B___, would you mind snuggling up against my back … I am soooo cold … I’m still shivering … just till I get warm … please?”

We were laying back to back – the safest position in what I considered to be an already dangerous situation. But, you cannot snuggle and warm someone else when lying back to back. Damn, I thought, I was still hard as a rock … and, not to brag, I’m a good seven inches which is pretty difficult to hide when snuggling.

“Please …” She whispered again plaintively. I could feel a slight shaking of the bed and knew she was telling the truth about the shivering. So, I turned over and got my chest up against her back but kept my hips away from her in hopes she would not discover what İstanbul Escort a randy old man I was.

Tara turned her head back towards me and said softly, “Could you just put your arm around me for a bit … that would really help.”

So I did. I made sure I didn’t do anything so crass as grab one of her breasts — which were not large, but rather, perfectly proportioned to her slim figure. Even so, she sort of squeezed my arm as you would a teddy bear and I felt a stiff nipple rub against my arm. My dick was about to explode and I felt my heart racing; blood was pounding at my temples. I had not been so hot and bothered since I was a teenager. I knew I would not sleep a wink the rest of the night, but I sincerely hoped Tara would soon get warm and be able to get some rest.

“That feels so nice, Mr. B___” Tara whispered to me, and as she spoke, she wriggled her little bottom back towards me to get warmer. I did my best to keep my hips away from her, but the confines of the sleeping bag left me no room to maneuver. Her sweet little bum was soon pressed tightly against my stiff pole.

“Oh my … Mr. B___, what is that?” She said softly.

“Tara … I’m so sorry … it’s just … well you’re …” I whispered in desperation, thinking what would happen when she told my wife or my daughters in the morning. But, as my mind raced, I felt her small hand on my cock and she wrapped her fingers around my raging hard-on. I gasped as I felt her slowly start to stroke me.

“It’s OK Mr. B___, I think it’s kinda sweet that I have this effect on you …” She whispered. Then her other hand guided my hand to her breast and she pressed it firmly into her incredible softness. “Do you like that?”

“Tara … please … we can’t …” I tried to protest when I felt her hips move again. She had worked my cock out of my shorts and guided the head of my stiff meat to the cleft of her ass cheeks, then she slowly began to press her bottom against my shaft and it slid slowly between her thighs.

The head of my cock was instantly wet and slippery. I think her nightie bottom must have been a g-string because I felt no material between my dick and her warm flesh. Her tiny fingers continued to stroke my dick. I thought I was going to explode any second. But she let go of my dick and I felt her pull the g-string down her legs; her hand returned and grasped my erection once again.

As she guided my cock back to the wetness between her legs I felt her tilt her hips, and, before I knew what was happening, she had guided my dick to the soft velvet opening of her pussy and had slipped me inside her. As I sank into her unbelievably tight tunnel, I heard her moan softly. She continued to press her bottom against me until I was completely buried in her lusciously warm wet pussy.

My mind raced … what if Helen woke up … it would mean divorce for sure … but with my dick buried in that sweet young cunt after so many years of beating off in the bathroom, none of that mattered to me.

Tara gently took my hand that had been squeezing her breast and nipple and moved it down over her taut belly until my fingers connected with her slit. I felt no patch of hair along the way. She pressed my middle finger into her slippery cleft until it found her clit. She used her fingers to manipulate my hand and made it clear that she wanted me to rub her clit. Her hips began to gently undulate on my swollen member while my middle finger slipped back and forth over her slick little nub. Her breathing quickened, coming in short little gasps.

“Oh yes …” She whispered. It wasn’t long before I felt her whole body stiffen; she quivered as she had her orgasm. She placed her hand over mine again and made me stop rubbing her clit for a moment. I heard her rapid breathing begin to slow. When she had recovered somewhat, she started my finger in motion again over her swollen and ultra sensitive clit. In seconds, she stiffened again and I sensed another wave of pleasure course through her entire being.

She continued this sequence several more times until she had had at least a half dozen orgasms. On the last one, I could hold back no longer and I thrust deep inside Tara. I felt my hot load pumping into her body. Only then did it occur to me she might not be on the pill and might get pregnant. I did not know until morning that she was indeed on the pill.

It occurred to me that we were apt to be leaving a big wet stain in my sleeping bag that Helen might discover — if not the next morning, then the next time she washed the bags. So, I reached around behind me and slowly unzipped my side of the bag so as not to make too much noise. Then I folded the top of the sleeping bag back over Tara so I could work my head down between her legs. I licked up my cum from her pussy as it slowly drained from her. I tried to stay away from her clit, but even so, my ministrations must have felt good to her as her hips slowly gyrated as I licked and sucked on her opening until I sensed I had collected all the cum I’d shot into her.

As I returned to the top of the sleeping bag and placed my head on the pillow, Tara rolled over facing me and kissed me passionately — her tongue explored my mouth and played tag with my tongue. After a long while, she broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear.

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He was young, about 18 or 19, sun-bronzed with blue eyes and boyish good looks. She was 37 (must be twice his age, she thought to herself), a good figure (the wolf-whistles told her) and old enough to know better, but still young enough to know better still. He worked the pool in the hotel – she was not too sure what he did exactly; he did not seem to be a life-guard, though he may well have been trained; pool-attendant perhaps; he was certainly not a waiter, but if she asked him, he would get her drinks from the bar. She was widowed and financially secure; to keep herself busy she did various bits of work for charities. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. He seemed lonely to her and there she stopped her idle thoughts, aware that she was creating some fantasy existence for the boy based on very little real evidence. Her name was Jean.

But the roots of the fantasy were there and as the days passed she developed and modified it by observation. There was a girlfriend – young (much younger than him), blonde and (she thought) too thin; she giggled a lot and the relationship seemed rather one way: although he was always very attentive, the girl seemed to play one or two others similarly. This boosted the fantasy significantly, having a girlfriend so transparently superficial and fickle was better than none at all – the poor boy. His name, she learnt, was Mark. But it was still only a fantasy.

Then fate lent a hand. Jean was sunbathing, as usual, by the pool and Mark had gone to the bar to get her a martini. Over the other side of the pool some children were playing with a large inflatable shark. As Mark returned walking beside the pool towards Jean, two of the children tumbled into the pool with the shark, probably pushed by the third. Momentarily distracted, Mark turned to see what was happening and caught his foot on the leg of the sunbed next to Jean’s and stumbled. Although he managed to keep a grip on the glass, most of the contents shot out over Jeans body, the heavier ice not quite making the distance. The initial coldness did not last long in the heat of the sun and the expression on the boy’s face when he realised he had soaked one of the women guests was worth the minor discomfort she felt.

‘Ooooh!’ thought Jean, to herself, ‘You naughty boy, you’ve made me all wet!’

Instinctively, after his initial horror at what he had down, Mark reached for a towel to mop up the spilt drink. Then, realising that most of it was over Jean’s body, Maltepe Escort he hesitated again, unsure of the right thing to do. Jean saw an opportunity to take control of the situation: the last thing she wanted him to do was give her the towel; her preference was to get him to lick it off, but that would be pushing it too far; she would settle for his hands with the towel.

‘It’s ok,’ she said ‘accidents happen. If you could mop it up here, over my stomach and legs, I’m sure I’ll be fine.’

With clear instructions what to do, Mark seemed much happier and started to use the towel on Jean, apologising as he did so.

‘You’re very sweet’ said Jean, ‘and I really dont mind! Here, there’s some more between my legs.’

Without thinking, Mark moved the towel over Jean’s pubic mound between her legs. ‘Ooooh!’ said Jean. Mark suddenly reddened. ‘Oh dear’ thought Jean, ‘I’ve gone too far.’

Mark moved away. Jean put her hand on his arm to stop him getting up and then realised that although he had pulled back, he was in no hurry to get to his feet. Mark normally wore shorts around the pool and Jean suspected that he was concerned that they wouldn’t conceal what was happening inside. ‘I bet he’s got an erection’, she thought.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said to him, ‘I took advantage. That was naughty of me. Please forgive me.’

The boy relaxed, in fact he seemed to be far more at ease.

‘That’s ok,’ he said, ‘I rather liked it.’, he admitted.

‘Me too!’ said Jean, ‘did that make you stiff?’

Mark looked uneasy, then he nodded.

‘I know it’s wicked, but I rather like thinking about that. Would you like me to help you out with it?’

Mark nodded again, not trusting himself to speak. Jean was now aware that she could make out the outline of his burgeoning prick inside his shorts. ‘That must be uncomfortable.’, she thought. Then she thought of somewhere that it would feel ever so good and felt her own hot moistness warming up the cold dampness of the spilt drink.

Jean looked around. The pool was obviously not a good place to continue. ‘Is there somewhere more private?’ she asked.

Mark thought. One of the things he thought, was that ‘No’ was not going to be the answer.

‘There is a hut,’ he said, ‘behind those bushes the end of the pool. We use it for storing sunbeds and parasols and stuff. I could take this sunbed back there, it doesn’t really need to go, it’s only wet and a bit sticky, Anadolu Yakası Escort but it’s an excuse.’

‘I’m wet and sticky, too!’ said Jean ‘Perhaps, I’d better go as well?’

She got up, allowing Mark to pick up the sunbed and carry it, hiding the awkward and uncomfortable distortion in the front of his shorts. She followed behind him, the sight of his strong young body feeding and combining with her own passionate yearnings to excite her so deliciously.

The hut was larger than Jean expected, it had not been visible from the poolside. It was low and also quite well lit from a window in the roof. On one side were a pile of canvasses, which looked as if they may be soft enough to lie on. She thought of herself spread out there, her legs open, her hot pussy tightly gripping his thick cock as he rammed it hard up inside her, but no … not here … not yet. Mark had put down the sunbed and was looking at her. She smiled as her eyes fell upon the unconcealed bulge in his shorts.

‘My,’ she said, moving over towards him ‘you know how to flatter a lady!’ Jean cupped her hand around his balls, feeling them soft through the fabric. As she moved her hand upward she felt the hardness pressing against the material and some of the girth. She gave it a small squeeze and Mark groaned.

Feeling up the full length of his straining penis, her hand reached the waistband of his shorts. Simply elasticated, they were easy to pull away from his body and downwards allowing his cock to spring out thick and meaty into her hand. She put her hands around the swollen head and explored the single eye at the top with her thumb. She felt his slippery precum oozing out and, with her hand, she smeared his stickyness over his cockhead and down his shaft.

‘Mmmm!’, she said looking him directly in the face, her eyes half-closed as her hand moved up and down his thick cock, her mouth smiling wickedly. ‘That feels good!’

She looked into his eyes, savouring the control she felt over him. ‘Do you like this?’

Mark was obviously lost for words, but his expression was pleasing for her. Smiling, his eyes half closed he nodded slightly and mumbled some incomprehensible appreciation.

‘A fine thick cock’, she added, ‘Lovely and suckable!’.

She dipped down before him bringing her mouth to the level of his fully erect penis and flicked her tongue along the slit at the end of the swollen purple knob, licking up some of the precum still Ümraniye Escort leaking out there.

‘Mmmm!’, she said again, pressing her lips against the underside of the tip in a gentle kiss and looking up at him. ‘Would you like me to suck it?’

‘Oh yes’ he said, ‘Yes, please.’

‘Ask me.’ Her hand stroked the thick cock, teasing, drawing out the experience so she could savour it and the feeling of control she so obviously had.

‘Please Miss, suck my cock!’

The combination of politeness and crudeness was exciting. ‘Of course,’ thought Jean, ‘I never told him my name.’

‘Jean’, she said, as she moved her head forward, allowing his cockhead, swollen and lubricated with precum to force open her lips, letting them slide over the hot flesh as the round full head filled her mouth like a ripe plum.

She tasted him, his skin flavoured with his precum and a faint trace of chlorine from the water in the pool. Continuing to use her right hand on the base of his cock, she cupped his balls in her left while her lips, tongue and teeth worked on the sensitive head.

‘Jean’ he said, with difficulty, repeating her name. His hand moved down to her breast, sliding beneath the bikini top to caress the skin, his fingers just brushing her nipple.

The warmth and sensations of Joan’s mouth around Mark’s cock were more than he could handle and he started to cum … a small creamy load first … she felt it enter her mouth, hot and salty … and then a sudden spurting … she swallowed what she could and then pulled away, still jerking his pumping prick, watching his semen continue to splurt out in a white arc, some hitting the side of her face while the rest passed over her shoulder.

Then the flood subsided. She moved her mouth back to his cock, licking up the remaining juice and sucking him clean.

She stood up in front of him, her hand still on his dick, some of his cum on the side of her face. She smiled. She guided his hand between her legs, pulling the bikini to one side so he could feel how hot and wet she was. She felt him run his finger along her pussyslit, slipping it up inside her. She moaned, cumming a little as his fingertip touched and then moved around her clitty, so sensitive, so swollen and oh so ready. But she wanted to keep control too … just for a little longer. If she gave in now, it would be too quick … hurried in the corner of this little shed. She wanted more than that – deserved more than that. With a little regret, she moved his hand away.

‘I think you owe me a favour and I know just what I need, but this is not the place and I need your cock good and hard again. Room 36, 9 o’clock tonight. Will you be there?’

‘Yes, Jean’, he smiled, ‘It will be my pleasure’.

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My friend Marc and his wife Ellicia moved to America from Europe twenty years ago, and I became workplace friends with Marc. It took them a while to adjust to life here and to gain full fluency in the language, but now they are citizens and fully comfortable in their new home.

Marc has had medical troubles for many years, not life threatening but that sap his energy. Ellicia on the other hand is vivacious and active. He is calm and a bit slow. She is always eager and active.

Marc and I have met weekly for talk and coffee, and occasionally in their home where Ellicia often joins us. Marc is gaining weight and losing his hair, and because of his health issues I don’t think he and Ellicia are sexually active now as they both enter their later fifties.

Ellicia is trim and pretty even as she ages. In fact, her appearance has grown more lovely over the years. I have probed a bit by flirting with her and complimenting her on her looks, and she always smiles and looks coy. She has small breasts, but lovely long legs which usually are covered by pants. But occasionally I see her in a skirt or dress, and once she was careless when she sat on the sofa across from me, and I could see the color of her panties.

As you can tell, I’ve harbored a low-grade lust for her for many years, and hugs when we greet and part always swells my cock delightfully.

Marc had a downturn in his health and was in hospital for a spell before being released home but confined to bed for a recovery period. My visits cheered him up, and Ellicia was always glad when I would drop by.

One Saturday afternoon, Ellicia called me to ask if I could come for a visit. It seems that Marc was down in the dumps, and she thought that a visit from me might help.

“Oh, golly,” I said, “I have a date tonight.” But then I added, “I suppose I could cancel it if you think I could help you.” In truth, I had plans to meet with a willing couple who were looking for a large-cocked man to please the wife. Over the years I’ve cultivated the skills of a gentle bull for couples like this.

She said, “I hate to ask you to cancel a date, but I know Marc would get a lift if you could come over and visit him.”

I thought a moment before telling her, “Okay, I’ll come over soon,” and then called the couple to ask for a delay for our first session.

Ellicia thanked me, and I added, “The lady I was going to see tonight is very attractive.” Ellicia was silent on her end, then I added, “But she’s not as attractive as you are.”

She laughed, “You say the nicest things. Thanks for coming over.”

Our phone call was making my cock squirm and get a little fat. I’ve often relieved myself by hand while thinking about Ellicia, as I wondered about how she would respond to a cock of my size. One minor problem I’ve had in my dating life is the thickness of my dick. I was blessed with a cock that is large and exceptionally thick. It has been a problem at times because wives enjoy watching it rise it to full size, but some hesitate to let me enter them properly. The mature wives and widows that I like to meet are eager for passion. But a larger cock not for everyone.

That evening I arrived at Marc and Ellicia’s home and went to his bedside. Marc was happy to see me, and Ellicia brough me a drink. I sat by his side and talked for almost an hour when he called for his wife.

“Dear,” he said, “Can you help me? I’ve got to wee-wee.”

I smiled and asked, “You need privacy?”

Marc waved at me and said, “No, in the hospital there was no privacy. I’m used to it. You don’t need to leave.”

Ellicia brought a portable urinal for bed use. It was a container with a handle on the side and an opening at the top about two inches wide. I left Marc’s bedside as his wife sat next to him and stepped away a few feet away, but I could still see what she was doing.

Marc could not reliably use his hands and arms yet, so she had to assist. She reached into the fly of his pajama pants and fished around with her fingers, then she exposed her husband to me by drawing out his limp penis and placing it in the mouth of the urinal. He was uncircumcised, so she had to pull the turtleneck skin back to expose his pee hole. Watching her handle his dick and seeing its smallish Ataşehir Escort size aroused me.

Marc looked up at me and smiled, “So it goes, my friend, when you’re in need,” as he trickled yellow pee into the container. Ellicia withdrew his dick and wiped it dry and tucked it back into his pants.

I moved back to his bedside and said, “Well, that’s another first in our friendship,” and we both laughed. Then I said, “If I’m ever in need, maybe Ellicia can help me, too.”

Marc said, “She’s a good nurse.”

He was tired, and we left him to rest. I said goodbye and walked with Ellicia into the living room as Marc fell asleep.

“Can I offer you something to eat or a drink?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, “I’m missing my dinner date, so now I suppose that you are my dinner date.” As Ellicia walked to the kitchen I added, “And I think I missed a sexy date, unless I count watching you holding Marc’s cock.”

I wasn’t sure how she’d react at the mention of her husband’s cock, but Ellicia turned to hug me and thank me for visiting and giving up my amorous plans for the night. I extended the hug and pressed her close to me so she could feel my swelling twisting cock falling farther down my pant leg.

“You’re a good friend,” she said, and as she stepped back I saw her glance down to see if I had a banana in my pocket or was just glad to see her.

We ate together at their dining table and enjoyed wine and chatting. This was the first time that only she and I had spent time together without Marc. I complemented her on her appearance, as usual, and asked her questions to get her to open up and talk about personal things. How did she respond to boys’ attention when her breasts began to develop? Was she aware that her long legs were very attractive to men? Was she comfortable in bathing suits in public? Did she or her husband shop for her panties?

We talked about other things, too, but I enjoyed steering her back to thinking about how attractive she was. I even told her about the time I glimpsed her legs all the way up to her panties. She blushed, and they I added, “They were blue, as I recall.”

Ellicia turned a deeper shade of red, laughed, and then said, “Oh yes, I remember those.”

“Do you still have them? Are you wearing them now?” I asked.

At that point, she told me, “You’re so naughty tonight.” She turned her head

“Well, it’s the wine talking. And all week I was looking forward to my date. I’m afraid I’m in a naughty mood.”

She reached over and patted my hand, “Well, you’re with friends tonight, and I’m sure you’ll recover.”

I smiled and said, “By the way, you did an excellent job helping your husband pee. I’d never seen someone need assistance like that.”

Ellicia said, “Frankly, I think he enjoys it.”

“Ha,” I said, “You mean he likes you holding his penis?” She just smiled, so I added, “I’m sure any man would like you to hold his cock.” I winked at her, then added, “I don’t imagine you’ve held many.”

She looked away and did not respond, and just then I had an idea. “May I use your restroom?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said, “You know where it is.”

I spotted several clean urinals on the countertop and said, “Maybe I ought to try one of those,” pointing to them, “You know, in case one day I need help like you gave to Marc.”

Ellicia laughed. I caught her eye, and lifting my eyebrow I said, “Would you help me now?” She kept staring. “You know, just for practice so I’ll know what to expect.”

She glanced down and saw the movement inside my trousers as my cock dropped lower. Without giving her a chance to say more, I reclined on the living room sofa with my head resting on a pillow and my feet propped up. “Bring one of those over here,” I said, nodding to the hand-held containers.

Ellicia hesitated

“Go on, won’t you?” I asked. It’ll be fun, and will make up a little bit for my lost date night.”

She took one and walked to the sofa, and I said, “Let’s pretend I cannot use my hands. Show me how you would help me, please.”

Ellicia stepped to the bedroom door to check on Marc. He was still in a deep sleep. She walked by toward me and started to play the game, “My other patient is comfortable, and I can attend Kadıköy Escort to you now,” she said.

My dick was swollen to a pre-erect condition. Large, full, plump, and swollen, but not yet ramrod hard. My mind was racing as I thought about Ellicia making the discovery that my bellhead was larger than the diameter of the urinal.

The anticipation was delicious. At any moment, I thought she would back out and stop playing the game. But apparently, the wine and my naughty suggestions and perhaps her own curiosity had overcome her inhibitions.

“What do women do?” I asked. “What do they do when bedridden and need to pee?” Ellicia was standing next to me as I lay on her sofa. I touched her leg and felt the curve of her calf.

She said, “There are contraptions for women, too.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” I said as my hand moved up to behind her knee and started to raise her skirt a little. “You never answered my question about the color of your panties tonight. Are they the same lovely shade of blue?”

She quickly looked over her shoulder toward the bedroom door and heard her husband snoring, then she raised her skirt tantalizingly until I could see her white panties. First just the little triangle snug between her legs with a small gap in the center, then higher to reveal a bikini cut style. I smiled, “Excellent, but I hope you still have the blue ones.”

She laughed and dropped her skirt back into place. “You are making me be naughty. Shame on you.”

Looking at her, I unbuckled my belt and unclasped my trousers then moved my hands and arms away to give her unobstructed access. Ellicia kneeled beside the sofa and slowly lowered my zipper. I was becoming breathless just watching this lovely wife that I have adored for so long about to look at touch my dick.

She found the frontal opening in my boxers. The sensation was divine. Her hand searched and then glided along the midsection of my cock until she could get a grip on the bulk of it. Her breathing came faster and she started to whisper something in her native language. I could only guess what she was saying, but it probably was something about what her fingers were holding.

She pulled gently and tugged on the center of my still bendable cock and raised it part way, still folded over. I knew that she was only looking at half of it, and her touches were inflating my dick and making it harder for her to extract and expose its entire length..

Ellicia stopped a moment and looked at me, “My goodness, this is not normal I think.”

“It’s normal for me,” I replied. “The ladies seem to love it, and some husbands do, too.”

She looked surprised by what I had said, “Husbands?” she asked.

“Ellicia, my date tonight was actually with a married couple who were looking for an endowed man for the wife.”

“Oh, I see,” she said. “But the husband?”

“You’d be surprised to know how many husbands want to watch their wives enjoy a man with a very large cock.”

She returned to her work. It took some stretching of my trousers and boxers to finally free my length. As she stared at it for the first time, I said, “It’s not just the length that the wives like, it’s more the thickness.”

Ellicia seemed dazed at what she saw. She watched as my cock waved from side to side from its own weight, unsure if she should support it or not.

I broke in, “What about relieving me?” Of course, I meant for her to toy and play with me as she pleased until I spurted, but she thought I meant the silly urinal container. She grabbed it and pressed my length downward as she tried to insert my bellhead into the container’s mouth. I smiled as I watched her discover that my cock was too wide to enter.

“Oh, dear,” I pretended, “What am I to do if I need to pee?” She looked up at me as I laughed and said, “Heck, I don’t need to relieve myself, not that way.”

“Not that way?” she asked.

“Ha, no,” I said, “The only relief I need to for you to discharge me, if you know what I mean. Once it’s hard like that, there’s only one way to relieve it and return it to normal.”

Ellicia hesitated, then she gently held my cock and moved her hands up and around, exploring its size.

“Would Marc like to see you doing this?” I asked, Ümraniye Escort taking a risk that she might become shy. She didn’t answer, so I went on, “Maybe Marc has asked you if you’d like to experience a larger dick than his. It looked a bit small.”

She still was quiet, so I went on, “Maybe you’ve thought about something just like what you’re holding. And maybe Marc wouldn’t mind you trying it.” As I said that my hand again found her bare leg, and my fingers moved upward until they brushed against the lovely white panties she had shown to me earlier.

“We’re just having fun,” I said, “Just imagine this cock as your own plaything.” As I said that, my fingers found her panties and traced her slit covered by soft silky nylon.

“Just imagine that you had permission from your husband and that he wanted to watch you do this,” I said. Again, I heard her whisper in her native language as my fingers continued to toy with the outer lips of her pussy.

“How do you think it would feel slowing entering you here?” As I said that my fingers moved her panties aside. I felt her pussy hairs as my finger slipped easily up and down her lips. “Are you wondering what it would feel like?” I asked.

Finally, Ellicia said, “It is so very large.”

All this time I was slowly exploring her pussy with my fingers while she continued to caress my cock. Cum started to trickle and then flow, which made it easy for her to slide her hands up and down my shaft while my fingers found her little sensitive nub.

“I’d like to try it,” Ellicia said.

“I’d like you to try it, too,” I replied. “But I have a rule.”

“A rule?” she asked.

“I only enter a wife’s pussy if her husband approves or maybe watches.”

She paused, “Oh!”

She had been edging toward a climax as I continued to tickler her clit. “Just imagine Marc sitting over there watching you now. Imagine he’s watching you hold my cock, then he watches as you undress and take off your panties.”

Ellicia was panting now, and my fingers were doing a rhumba on her clit. As I described the make-believe situation she grew closer and closer to the edge.

“Would you want your husband to help you undress? Maybe he could help keep you legs apart as my cock to entered you.”

As I said that she lost it. Her passion let loosed and she moaned while she gripped my cock tighter.

“We can’t fuck tonight,” I said. “But we can think about it.”

I wouldn’t stop teasing her and tickling her pussy. I had never seen her cum before, and I didn’t know if she could stop. She seemed to be in a long continual climax.

“Look at what you’re doing to me,” I said.

Her eyes were half closed as she turned her head to stare at my cock as I welcomed a release. She watched as a bubbly fountain of cum rose up and then flowed down the sides of my dick her grip tightened. It was the best milking I’d had in years.

Just then we heard Marc stir. Ellicia released her grip and stood while I lay there with a relaxed but still puffy happy cock. “Shouldn’t you tidy up?” I asked her.

She stooped back down and wrestled my cock back out of sight. I rose and walked with her into the bedroom where Marc was trying to prop up in bed.

“How are you two?” he asked.

I smiled, “We were just talking about you.”

Ellicia seemed worried, so I added, “I was just telling her what a good friend you are.”

Marc said, “Sorry, dear, but I need to go again, you know.”

She took a bed urinal and leaned over to allow her husband to relieve himself. As she bent in the dimly lit room, I unpacked my rubbery cock and lifted her skirt from behind. In the dark Marc couldn’t see me rub my glans gently against his wife’s panties as I said, “Marc, I’m so glad I came over for this visit.”

He smiled. “Yes, this has been good.”

“It sure has,” I agreed.

I stepped back to allow Ellicia to finish her task, the she walked me to their front door. I said, “You’re wondering if I’m serious about getting your husband approval to fuck you, aren’t you?”

She hugged me as her hand gripped my cock in my trousers. “Can’t we just meet alone sometime, or let me try it right now?” she asked.

“Oh no,” I said, “Leave it to me. I’ve talked to a lot of husbands about this sort of thing, and I have a feeling that Marc will approve.” Then a thought came to me, and I asked, “Why don’t you come with me when I meet the Johnson’s last this week, the couple I had to postpone? It will be Thursday afternoon. Can you get away?”

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Part Two.
The Wedding.

I woke up early Saturday morning, and called room service and order coffee. The bell hop knocked on my door and brought in my order. He handed me a little gift box, and said,” I was asked to give you this, by the pretty blonde lady next door.”

I thanked him and gave him a five dollar bill. As he went out the door, I opened the box. Inside it was a pair of pink cotton panties, with the word PERVERT written on them with a black magic marker.

I started laughing as I picked them up! They were soiled, the crotch was still damp. Then I sniffed them. Oh good God, I could smell the musky scent of Vicky’s pussy. I closed my eyes. As I tried to visualize the sight of Vicky bend over the rear end of my jeep; with her beautiful ass and pink clam sticking up.

All pleasant surprises and thoughts aside; I was shocked that I didn’t have a hangover. Considering the drinking Vicky and I did last night, my head should have been pounding.

I may not have had a physical hangover; but I sure as hell had an emotional one! I was overwhelmed by my feelings of guilt and remorse.

I was totally confused by last night’s sexual events! I’ve had my fair share of sex in the past. Some of it was kind of kinky and wild; but most of it was just normal vanilla sex!

I’ve never fucked anyone like that before! It was great. I can’t remember ever having such an intense orgasm, in my life before. I came so hard. I thought I was going to shoot my balls, right out the end of my dick.

I knew that’s the way Vicky, wanted me to fuck her! She kept encouraging me, to talk dirty to her, to degrade her! She begged me to, slap her ass, and make it sting. Holy Shit she had me totally nuts with a pure animal lust that I’ve never experienced before.

She pleaded with me to drive my dick into her harder and harder, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She went nuts with lust, as I pounded my cock into her! And I was just as nuts with my lust, as she was with hers.

But still the violence and valor language baffled me! After we got through fucking! I didn’t how to feel! I saw the sore red welts that I put on her beautiful ass, plus the degrading names; I called her, were upsetting me.

Oh My God, I came so freaking hard, I couldn’t breath, and I wanted to fuck her again the same way! Christ I was already hard as a rock; just from thinking about that wild fuck frenzy, me and Vicky had last night.

I’ve never treated a woman like that before in my life! For that matter I’ve never treated anyone that abusively before. I couldn’t believe the things I said and did to her…

I thought that ass slapping, hair pulling, and filthy language was only used, in cheap porn videos!

Yet Vicky thanked me, for fucking her hard and talking dirty to her. She said, “I needed you to treat me like that! I wanted you to dominate me, and remind me that I’m still a woman!”

God I wanted to fuck her again, but I wanted to do it to her gently, at first and then a little harder and faster, Christ, I thought to myself; what I ready want to do, is fuck the shit out of her again!

As big as I am; I’m really a gentle person, by nature. However; sometimes I confuse lust and sex, with love. I’ve been called, a cunt hound, a whore master, and a womanizer, I’ve been called so many different names, so many times! I can’t count them all.

I’m really not like that at all. I just love women and sex. No two ways about it. But I want more out of a relationship; then just a one night stand! Sex for the sake of sex is good, but I really want more, then just to get my nuts off.

As I started getting ready; for the wedding, I got a brain storm! I called the gift shop and send Vicky a dozen red roses and a big box of dark chocolates, I told the clerk to sign it, With Love from CV.

I rode over to the church in the limo with the other ushers.

I really got into it; at the church, walking the guests down the aisle, was kind of a blast for me.

I kept looking for Vicky and the other brides maids, but they were no where to be seen! I guessed they were all somewhere doing whatever it is; that bride’s maids do.

Finally the wedding started, Vicky and I joined arms as we walked down the aisle, she leaned her head towards me and whispered in my ear,” Roses and Chocolates, are you trying to seduced me? Oh Lover Boy you’re so sweet.” Then she winked and asked,” By the way did you get the little memento I send you?”

Before I could answer or make a comment we came to the front of the church and we had to part. It seemed to take forever, for the wedding to get over.

I wanted to talk to Vicky. After we walked out of the church we had to stand in a reception line. Vicky was standing directly across from me.

Vicky’s fair skinned. She looked stunning in her pink gown, with her blonde hair up. Her blue eyes were sparkling in the bright sun light. She was wearing a lips stick; that made her soft full lips look wet.

I couldn’t help myself, when I looked at her full lips, with that wet Maltepe Escort looking lipstick! All I could think about, was how good, it would feel to have those soft full lips wrapped around my dick, as she sucked on it.

I was already getting horny and my monster was starting to get hard. I thought to myself this is going to be a long day!

I could see the freckles on her bare shoulders. The way her gown was cut, exposed just enough of her cleavage, to get me even more excited, then I already was.

She looked like Cinderella standing next to her ugly step sisters. Vicky wasn’t just beautiful. She was eye popping, jaw dropping, heart stopping, and fall down, drop dead, gorgeous. She was by far the most beautiful women at this wedding.

We went out front to take pictures Vicky was standing by herself, as I headed towards her I saw this old guy wearing a dark navy blue suit with gray hair and a gray devilish looking goatee, heading towards her.

I thought to myself, “forget it buddy, she’s mine!”

I got to her just before he did. I looped my arm through hers; and gave him a dirty look, and the evil eye. The guy looked me up and down! Then he turned around and quickly hurried off in the opposed direction.

Vicky caught me. She smiled and said,” CV you’re a tough guy, and you’re so protective and possessive of me! Are you jealous, Lover Boy?”

I just looked at her, and mumbled something. Vicky gave me a dirty laugh as she said, “Don’t worry about it stud. I bet that old fart can’t get it up anyway!”

I looked at her grinned and mumbled something about not having that problem.

Vicky let go of my arm, and turned around so we were facing each other. She looked at me with her blue sparkling eyes; and a broad smile on her pretty face, and asked, how do I look Lover? “

I grinned at her and said, “You’re absolutely beautiful! Vicky, you’re the most beautiful woman, I’ve ever seen! You look good enough to eat, for breakfast.”

She blushed, and giggled, as she said,” Promise’s, Promise’s, and more Promise’s; Oh Lover you’re so sweet.” Then she winked at me as she said;” you’re making me wet.”

I looked at her and lapped my upper lip. Vicky turned a bright red.

A couple of girls my age, were wiggling around in short tight black dresses, taking pictures; while they gave me the once over. I was enjoying their attention.

Vicky saw them, eyeing me. She put her arm through mine, took my hand, and interlocking our fingers. Then she gave the two girls, a catty smile, and nodded her head at them.

I put my head close to her ear, whispered, “Meow Pussy Cat. Now who’s being protective and possessive?” Then I kissed her on the cheek, nipped her ear lobe and blew in her ear.

Vicky jumped and gave me a dirty look as she said,”don’t start!”

I wanted her so bad it was unbelievable. I wanted to get Vicky into my room, and fuck the shit out her again. I wanted to possess her, and make her mine!

I nipped her ear loba again, and stuck my tongue in her ear. She shuttered and said again,”Stop that!”

Then she looked at me, with just a hint of a simle and stated,”you’re an insatiable horny bastard, aren’t you? And you’re going to drive me nuts.”

I took my hand out of hers and put my arm around her waist.

She looked at me with this expression on her face that said you better not do anything in appropriate!

I grinned at her mischievously, and dropped my hand down over her ass and gave it a playful slap, then I squeezed it.

She jumped, laughed as she said,” what am I going to do with you, lover boy? You’re making me feel like; a horny teenager again.”

We were loaded into the limos; and taken to the park. The photographer took more pictures of the bride and groom; their parents, and the rest of us.

When got the back to the hotel. We were introduced and seated. Most of the ushers and brides maids were either married or dating. So Vicky and I were seated together.

Vicky caught me trying to peek down the front of her gown!

Being the sweet blushing virgin she isn’t, Vicky gave me a devilish grin and said with a sexy laugh,” Are you trying to get a peek at my tits?” I chuckled, and winked at her as I said, “You’re damn right, I am. You’ve got the nicest boobs here”

Vicky grinned and said,” you’re an encourage-able, horny young man! If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get into this, old broads pants!”

All the while we sat there eating, she played peek at my boobs with me. She’d lean over towards me so; I could peek down the front of her gown. And I loved it.

I was busy under the table trying to my hand under her gown. However; It was impossible, for me to get my hand under her long full skirt!

Vicky on the other hand was able to feel my cock with ease, and she did! My one eyed monster; was as hard as a steel rod, as she stroked my cock, under the table. She got me so freaking aroused, that all I could think about was getting her into bed.

I wanted to Anadolu Yakası Escort lay her flat on her back and burry my cock into her, as far as I could get it. I wanted to have my dick all the way in her. I wanted to be, balls deep into her. I wanted to feel her arms behind my neck and to have her long lovely legs wrapped around my waist. I wanted to hear her whispering obscenities in my ear; as I screwed her silly, with my balls slapping against her ass.

Then the dancing started! “Oh Shit, “I thought to myself,” What the hell am I going to do now? I had gotten a wicked hard-on. I knew if I stood up everybody will see it! Besides that; I can’t dance! I can slow dance, a little, but not very good.”

The bride and groom started the dance, and then they were joined by their parents. After that the wedding party had to join them on the dance floor.

By the time Vicky and I got up to dance, my dick had gone down a little. Probably because I had so much anxiety about having to dance!

While me and Vicky we’re dancing. I was trying hard not to step on her feet.

She leaned over and said,” CV I don’t know, what your idea of fun is! But there’s no freaking way! I’m going to put my thumbs in my arm pits, and flap my arms up and down, while I walk around in circles going cluck, cluck. I absolutely refuse to make a spectacle out of myself!

I’m not going to do any of those other stupid dances either. If you like that kind of foolish stuff! Ask one of those young bimbos; in their short black dresses that keep walking by us, shaking their asses at you, to dance with you!

I’m sure one of them would be more then happy; to make a fool out of them selves, with you.”

I was so relieved; I almost farted. I said with a sigh of relief, “Thank you Vicky! I don’t like to dance, and I have no intention of making an Asshole out of myself either.”

Vicky leaned against me, put her arms around my neck, and laid her head on my shoulder. I put my arms around her. I instinctively dropped my hands down over her shapely buns and started caressing them. As we stood there swaying back and forth rubbing oursleves against each other to the music.

I was in a blissful state of being, with my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of Vicky’s warm body pressed firmly against mine. I wasn’t thinking about anything other then how good she felt in my arms.

I wanted her so bad; my one eyes monster was ready to burst out of my pants. Vicky was breathing hard, as she rubbed her hands up and down my back, gently kneading her fingers tips into my shoulder blades, as we swayed together, grinding our hips against each others.

All of a sudden, I felt a tipping on my shoulder. I looked over, and my Aunt Bea and Vicky’s Aunt Margent were standing next to us, frowning.

Aunt Bea, said, “CV your hands don’t belong down there!

Margent said,” Victoria, what do you think you’re doing?”

To both of us, our aunts said in unison. “You two, need to remember where you are, and you both need to start behaving yourselves like respectful adults! Your blatant sexual behavior is embarrassing us! “

Then the two white haired old prudes, looked at each other, nodded their heads up and down, as if to say, to each other, Well we straighten them out! Then they turned together, and marched off triumphantly.

I was trying hard not to laugh. Vicky looked at me and busted out laughing. She was laughing so hard; she had tears running down her cheeks, streaking her make up.

She looked at me, and asked, “Lover do you want to hang around here and have desert?” I looked her in the eye winked and said, Vicky, I want to eat you for desert.”

Oh God Lover, the things you say to me. You do make me feel like a desirable young woman again. You’ve got me on cloud nine.”

Vicky took my hand and said,” Let’s get out of here, “Okay” I said, “Let’s go,”as we walked out of the ballroom.

When we got into the lobby, I let go of her hand and put my arm around her shoulder. Vicky put her arm around my waist.

The elevator was empty. As the doors closed, we looked into each other eyes. I said, Vicky, “I wish… I was older.”

She looked me in the eye and said, CV I wish I was a younger woman, but honey, wishing won’t change the differences in our ages! However; there’s something I want to talk to you about in the morning.

Now hold me and please kiss me gently, I have a cut inside my lip!”

She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side slightly opening her mouth, I tenderly covered her soft full wet lips with mine. It was a sweet kiss, a soft loving kiss, and it was a gentle kiss.

Nothing like the rough lust filled deep, tongue sucking kisses we shared last night.

We stayed together in each others arms embracing, with our lips gently touching. We played with the tips of our tongues. When the elevator arrived at our floor; we broke our sweet kiss and stepped out into the hall.

Once in the hall, we joined hands and slowly walked towards her room. Which just İstanbul Escort happen to be right next to mine?

When Vicky swiped her key card and pushed the door open. I scooped her up in my arms, she instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck, and giggled, as she said,” Oh my God Casanova, now what are you doing to me?”

As I carried her over the threshold, she said,” Now your making me feel; like a bride, on her wedding night!”

Then Vicky started trailing soft sweet wet kisses all over my face, and then she tenderly kissed me on the lips.

It’s a wonder we didn’t fall. Because I closed my eyes as our licked touched.

I continued to carry her across the room, with my eyes closed as we kissed tenderly! I stood her up; at the end of the bed.

Vicky wrapped her arms around my neck. She looked me in the eyes as she said,” Lover you make me feel like a woman again. I brought something especially for you, this morning! I hope you like it. I’m also going to give you a special treat tonight.”

Then she turned around and walked over to the dresser. She took off her necklace and ear rings, pulled something out of her hair. Shuck her head, and her long blonde hair tumbled down over her shoulders.

Vicky called,” lover boy, come over here and open the clasp on the back of my gown. I want to get out of this thing and get your surprise!”

I quickly went over to her and opened the clasp, and pulled down the zipper. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her back against me. As I nuzzled my head between her neck and shoulder. I started giving her little love bits on the side of her neck and shoulder. Causing her to shutter.

Vicky moved her head to the side, as I nibbled on the hot spot between her neck and shoulders. I could hear her breathe quicken, and feel the little shivers going up and down her spine as I reached up and cupped her full breasts.

Then she bunched up her shoulders, and said.” stop that! I want to get out of this thing!”

I was stunned, and disappointed. My cock was hard it was starting to throb. But I did as I was told.

Vicky pulled away from me, and started walking towards the bathroom saying,” Lover why don’t you, go next door, and get your things? Then get out of that monkey suit and make your self comfortable, and I’ll be with in a minute.” She said, as she glanced towards the bed.

I ran to my room tossed my things in my over night bag, and hurried back to Vicky’s room. She was still in the bathroom, when I got back. What the hell is taking her so long I wondered!

I took off my shoes, socks, and striped off the tux and my tee shirt, leaving on my under shorts. As I flopped on the bed. I saw the TV remote and a new tube of K-Y toothpaste on the night table.

While I waited for her; I watched a rerun of law and order. It was about a woman high school teacher, having sex with one of her male students. I thought it was Hot and I got a hard-on watching the show. Christ, I was ready to explode.

Vicky was in the bathroom so long. I didn’t think she was ever coming out! I was temped to jerk-off to relieve myself.

At long last, Vicky finally came out of the bathroom!

My God she was a vision of loveliness in a sheer yellow baby doll night gown with matching yellow panties. My mouth must have fallen open, and I was having a hard time breathing.

Vicky smiled as she asked, “Do you like your surprise lover?”

“WOW Vicky, you’re absolutely beautiful.” Was all I could say, she walked over by the bed and slowly turned around in a circle showing off her new night gown!

She was perfect, with full perky breast and pointed gum drop sized pink nipples, a narrow waist, wide hips, soft round smooth thighs, long lovely legs. As she turned; I could see the bruises on her luscious, shapely butt.

I mutter,” Vicky I’m so sorry”, as I sat up on the bed, turned and put feet on the floor. I leaned over and kissed the welts on her sore, sweet, ass cheeks through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Vicky just smiled and said,” It’s okay cowboy. You just put your brand on me.”

I stood up and took her in my arms, She looked at me and asked,” do you want me, do you really want me Lover? “Hell yes,” I replied, as I sought out her lips with mine. It was another sweet, tender, loving kiss; it was a kiss between lovers.

Not like the lust filled animals in heat kisses; we shared last night.

Some how or other we ended up on the bed, with Vicky lying on her back. I was on my side, beside her, holding myself up on my elbow, looking into her blue eyes.

I kissed her softly on her fore head, the tip of her little nose. I brushed my lips a crossed hers; and sucked her lower lip into my mouth. Then I ran the tip of my tongue back and forth across her lower lip.

Vicky had one arm under my side and she was rubbing my cheek with her soft hand while I sucked on her lip.

She was moving her head from side to side, trying to get me to kiss her. As our lips touched, I cupped her soft warm full breast, and gently caressed it.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth, as she felt my hand on her breast. Vicky put her hand over mine, holding it against her tit. As I pinched her nipple, making it hard, Vicky gasped. As she felt me twisting her nipple; she reached down and grabbed my man meat.

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Bob , Angie Pt. 02

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This is the story of an older couple who shared building a business but ran into trouble with their relationship and are getting back together in a more open manner. In Part 1 Angie is caught cheating. Bob is scheming to get her back.

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Bob’s makes a plan to get Angie back on his terms

After catching Angie with Q, Bob spent the afternoon scheming. He could not get out of his mind how sexy she was with the young black man’s dick in her big beautiful ass. He thought her body was better than ever. He knew it would be hard to keep his hands off her until he was ready but he would. He called his secretary Tammy, into his office.

“Bring me the partnership agreement and the agreement with my wife on the partnership. Also call Harrington Investigators and ask them to come by ASAP. Make sure he brings an agreement with him for my review. And Tammy keep this to yourself. I don’t want anyone to know what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” Tammy said.

She came back in about ten minutes with the agreement. “Here are the documents and the head of the firm can be here at four. Okay?”

“That is fine and thank you Tammy.”

He read the agreement and found the clause. It was clear that the photo he had was enough to divorce Angie and he could take her share to the business. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He decided he really loved Angie and wanted to restart their relationship. Or was it that he just wanted to fuck her again. What he wanted was an open relationship. It excited him to see another man fucking his luscious wife. It was clear to him now that she could be his whore at his bidding. She enjoyed the life style they could now afford. And he admitted to himself she had earned that and he really didn’t want to take it away from her.

Tammy announced that Mr Harrington from Harrington Investigators was ready to see him.

“Invite him in Tammy.”

“Hi, I am John Harrington, call me John,” Mr Harrington said.

“Can Tammy get you anything John?” Bob asked.

“A bottle of water will be fine.” Bob nodded at Tammy who got the water and closed the door as she left.

“John, tell me about your firm.”

“Here is a brochure but the summary is we have been doing business as Harrington Investigators for over fifteen years. My brother and I started the business after four years in the Army and 20 years as detectives with the NYPD. I am a year older than my brother, so we are both in our late 50’s. We have five younger PI’s on staff and they do most of the work. There are also operatives that do a lot of the ground work. We pride ourselves on results and your privacy.”

“Tell me more about privacy. I want it iron clad that you turn all material over to me and it cannot be made public.”

“You will see that in our agreement but more importantly our reputation depends on it,” John indicated as he handed him the document.

Bob asked as he started reading the document, “What kind of work do you do?”

“Anything from protection to divorce evidence collection. We have a lot of high tech surveillance capability. We have top notch geeks on staff and work with several equipment manufacturers. We also do security assessments with designs and installations. How does the agreement look?”

“It looks iron clad to me.”

“More important to me is my word is my bond. It always has been and will be. You can ask any of our clients.”

“Actually, I have,” Bob said.

“Why don’t you tell me your situation and what you want?”

“My wife is cheating on me and I want you to make a movie of her exploits. I think if you set up cameras in my house you will be able to get enough material for my movie. When your portion is complete I want the equipment left so I can record at my house. After you finish I want to be the only one with access. I also want to know who she is diddling. I don’t want her to know until I am ready. What do you think?”

“I think we can do the job easily for you. Do you have an idea of how long you want the surveillance to last?”

“Two weeks and only during the day. If I have to go out of town, then we may need evening. I plan to be home by eight the next two weeks.”

“Can we get into the condo tomorrow?”

“Yes, she works out every morning. I will give you a key. I don’t want anyone in the building to know about this. I think we only need the master bedroom and den covered with cameras. Can you make them invisible?”

“I don’t think you would even be able to find them.”

“How much?” Bob asked.

“We bill the on the ground surveillance by the hour but the cameras plus monitoring will be $5000. We will throw in making it available to you after we finish. To produce the movie will be about $2000. So the film will cost $7000. Fourteen days of surveillance at $800 per day is $7200. So about fourteen grand.”

“Done deal. I am ready to sign.” Bob extended his hand to shake John’s hand. Bob and John signed the agreement.

“Let me show you why I am so sure she is cheating on me. Ataşehir Escort I walked in the condo this morning and got this.” Bob showed John the picture of Q screwing Angie in the butt.

“Well, not a high quality photo but no doubt about what is happening. Do you know who he is?”

“Not exactly but I think she met him at the gym,” Bob considered. “By his build and age I would guess he is one of her fitness instructors.”

“Email me the photo and I will find out who he is. You just want to know his name and how to contact him, right.”

“Yes,” Bob said assuredly. “I am not even mad at him. I am responsible for this but think I can use the information to our mutual advantage. I want her back but on my terms.”

“I understand. Not a good photo but she is a really hot woman. I would work for that myself. No offense.”

“None taken,” Bob smiled. Bob gave John a key to his condo.

They shook hand as John departed.

John’s team got in the condo on Tuesday by faking a cable install in a different condo. They placed six cameras in various locations in the condo to get good coverage. Bob had his trap set.

Angie steps into Bob’s trap

On Tuesday Angie did her Yoga class and then on to her tutoring appointments. She spent the afternoon with a brother and sister, exceptional students, whose parents wanted them in college with every advantage. They were great students.

Wednesday was much the same except Bart caught her as she was leaving the building. Bart informed her, “We have all the material needed to complete your bathroom. I will have a tile guy with me. We want to start tomorrow and finish on Friday. Is that okay?”

“Oh that will be fine. I have appointments most of tomorrow but will be there on Friday. Maybe, I can help.”

“Good,” Bart smiled. “You don’t want to be there Thursday as the demo will be messy but would love your company Friday.”

Angie had a fantasy of two workers taking her by force and could not get it out of her mind that this was her opportunity. Thursday afternoon Bart and his contractor were still working as Angie got back to the condo.

“Angie this is Jeremy,” Bart introduced the contractor. Jeremy was a very handsome rugged young man. Angie immediately wanted to fuck him.

“Hi Jeremy,” Angie cooed. “Good to meet you and thanks for doing this job.”

They went back to work as Angie changed into something casual. She wanted to flirt with the two guys. She put on a pair of old tight shorts and a tank top with no bra. She tried to make herself visible to the pair while they worked. Jeremy did stare her down a couple of times and clearly Bart noticed the signals being sent.

When they finished Bart and Jeremy were met by Angie at the door saying, “See you tomorrow Jeremy.” She shook his hand and gave him a ‘come get me’ smile. “Bart can we talk for a couple of minutes.”

“What do you think about the project?” Bart asked as they sat at the kitchen table with glasses of water.

“I think it is great. I have a favor to ask of you.”

“What is it?”

“Well, this is a little embarrassing,” Angie demurred. “I have a fantasy about being forcibly taken by two workers. Would you and Jeremy help me fulfill that fantasy?”

“You know I am in for that and I think Jeremy would be interested. I mean showing those tits gets most male’s attention.”

“Can you trust him?” Angie asked.

“Yes, he is a good guy and somewhat of a lady’s man anyway.”

“Yes, I noticed.” Angie smiled.

“He will keep the whole thing to himself if I ask him to. He does most of our tile work so he has every reason to keep this quiet.”

Angie decided to proceed, “I want to come in the condo tomorrow morning from my work out and be a bitch. Of course I am going to dress seductively. Don’t tell Jeremy but at some point you say you have had enough and take me roughly. Maybe tie me up and punish me for being a bitch. You can call me a bitch or anything derogatory you want. Gosh I am getting hot just thinking about it. Here feel.” Angie took Bart’s hand and shoved it into her pants to feel her wetness.

“Yep, I think you are going to enjoy tomorrow but probably not the way Jeremy and I will. We will do a great job on the bathroom and your pussy tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Angie said as she kissed Bart with his finger in her pussy giving her a nice little orgasm.

Angie spent the night thinking about the fucking she was going to get the next day. She was just leaving as Bart and Jeremy arrived. Bart winked at her but did not say anything. She went to her work out.

When she got back to the condo, she went to the bathroom saying with a scowl on her face and hands on her hips, “Are you guys still here? This is taking forever. I want to take a shower. Bart, you and this nobody here are worthless.”

Both men were on their hand and knees grouting the floor. Bart said, “We are doing the best we can. Can’t you use the guest bathroom?”

“I guess but all my stuff is here.”

“You Acıbadem Escort can come in and get things you just cannot use the shower or get water on the floor.”

“I don’t like it even a little Bart,” Angie said loudly, “You are on notice.”

“Yes ma’am,” Bart said curtly.

As she left the bathroom Jeremy said, “What’s gotten into her? She was so nice yesterday.”

“I think she just needs to be fucked,” Bart said casually.

“Think we can do that?” Jeremy asked.

“I think so,” Bart said. “Let’s see how she acts. I know her very well and I think she wants us to take her. She is very frustrated sexually. You know a dick-less husband.”

Angie took her shower, dried off, put on a red thong and an old thin white cut off tee shirt. She had cut the shirt off the night before planning for this. It barely covered her nipples with her arm lowered but with arms raised not at all. With hands on her hips and only the top half of her tits covered, she said in a condescending tone, “I need to get to my toiletries and dry my hair. Can you guys at least let me do that? Don’t stop working. I want this finished and you out of here.”

“Sure we have finished in front of the sink,” Bart said as he pointed to a spot in front of the sink. Jeremy’s eyes were bugging out. As Angie turned and bent over to get the hair dryer Bart looked at Jeremy and nodded. Angie took a comb and started drying her hair with the dryer, both arms up and he big tits rolling like the waves of the ocean.

Angie glared at Bart and Jeremy who were just staring, “You perverts never seen a woman dry her hair? Get back to work.”

Bart and Jeremy pretended to get back to work but in truth they had finished the grout and needed to give it time to dry but were not going to leave as long as Angie was putting on a show. Angie knew enough about tile to recognize they were finished for a little. Bart whispered to Jeremy, “Let’s just watch a little longer.”

Angie continued to dry her hair with them still on the floor and watching her every move. She then put on deodorant again exposing a large breast with each armpit. Next she bent over and pulled her box with cosmetics in it. She turned her ass to them, bent over all the way and pretending to be looking for something. As she raised up she blared at Jeremy, “Have you never seen a woman’s ass? I mean really. Get back to work and ignore me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jeremy said with a smile. But he did not stop staring.

Angie then starting applying heavy mascara and lipstick with Bart and Jeremy were staring. “I have had it with you guys. I am going to fire you both and not pay for this job. You are lowly blue collar shmucks who probably have never seen a woman of my class. All you can do is stare?”

“Ok bitch that is it,” Bart said as he rose. “You have gone too far. Jeremy grab the rope out of my box.” Bart grabbed Angie around the stomach and pulled her into the living room. “You are about to learn some respect.”

As Bart held the struggling Angie, tits flying all over the place, he said to Jeremy, “Tie a rope around each hand.” Jeremy did this. “I am going to position her on the couch as you tie her hands to the back legs.”

“Let me go you low class shmuck!!” Angie yelled loudly. “Someone will hear us and then you will be in trouble.”

“Actually cunt bitch, the walls are sound proof,” Bart said back. “We can and will do anything we want to you. Not so high and mighty now are you.”

The couch in the den was directly in line with one of Herrington Investigator’s cameras. He forced her to kneel on the couch seat with her torso draped over the back. Jeremy tied each rope to the foot of the couch.

“Untie me or you are going to be in so much trouble,” she said to Jeremy. “I can’t believe you are letting this brute do this. You are both perverts.”

“Lady, you deserve what we are doing to you,” Jeremy said but Angie could tell he was worried. “Are you sure we should be doing this Bart?”

“Yeah, this is what the bitch wants,” Bart said. “Let me show you.”

He slapped her right ass cheek five quick times. “Bitch, what do you say to that?”

“You better not do that again,” Angie said. Then screamed, “I hate you both!”

“Your turn buddy,” Bart said the Jeremy. “Ok bitch, get ready to have a real man spank you. I bet no one has ever done this to you.” Bart nodded to Jeremy who gave her left ass cheek five quick but not as loud smacks. “Now let me show you.” Bart pulled her thong down to her knees and said to Jeremy, “Lift her up.” He pulled them off and threw them across the room. “You won’t need those for a while. Now let’s see how much she likes this.” Bart put his finger in her erupting pussy and licked his fingers. “Check it out,” he instructed Jeremy.

Jeremy stuck in finger in her pussy saying, “My God she is soaking wet.” He sucked his fingers loudly. “Yum that rich bitch cunt sure tastes good.”

“Put a couple finger in and see what happens as I spank her,” Bart said to Jeremy. “Ok İstanbul Escort my horny bitch, are you going to gain some respect for us working people.”

“No, filthy low life!” Angie yelled and shook her head and tits violently.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack went the licks Bart gave her. “Her pussy is contracting with each lick,” Jeremy said excited, “and my hand is getting wet.”

“Let’s try that again,” Bart said to Angie. “Are you going to have more respect for us from now on?”

“No!” Angie said with less intensity.

“Your turn,” Bart said to Jeremy. Jeremy pulled his hands out of Angie’s pussy which was replaced with Bart’s. Bart however expertly caressed her clit like he had done many times before. He knew Angie’s body well by now. Angie moaned and shook with an orgasm.

“Did you see that?” Jeremy asked. “This bitch just came and it was a good one.”

“Give her five more licks and let’s see if she has learned anything.” Bart said.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Angie big beautiful ass was now turning red.

“Are you going to have more respect for us?” Bart said with more authority.

“Please don’t hit me again,” Angie cried.

“Answer!”

“Yes just please don’t hit me again.”

“I think what you need is a real man’s cock in your mouth,” Bart said. “Jeremy give her a real dick. I bet she has never had one like yours in her mouth.”

Jeremy pulled his trouser down and stood in front of Angie, raised her head by pulling her hair and said, “What do you think of this?”

“I think that is a big ugly dick, keep it away from me,” Angie said. Bart was still stroking her clit. She had another quacking orgasm that shook her body.

“Did you see her whole body shake?” Jeremy asked. “Can you believe the size of those jugs hanging down?”

Jeremy rammed his cock in her mouth and took a breast in each hand. Angie’s nipples were extended and sensitive. She did her best to take it in but a gag reflex from Angie made Jeremy pull out a little to let her breathe. He started a gentle rock back and forth while kneading her large jugs.

Bart had removed his trousers and had his dick at the entrance of her sopping pussy. “Bitch tell me how much you want to be fucked.”

“I want you to … slurp … fuck my pussy,” Angie begged between thrusts from Jeremy.

“Say please Mr. Bart fuck my pussy. Jeremy give her a chance to speak. I want to hear her beg.” Jeremy pulled his dick out of her mouth.

“Please Mr Bart, I want you to fuck me hard!” Angie screamed. “My pussy is hurting from wanting your dick. Please now!”

Bart shoved his dick all the way in with one press. Angie moaned as best she could with Jeremy’s dick back in her mouth. She had gotten her throat relaxed enough to take it all in. Jeremy was fucking her face now while kneading her sensitive nipples.

Bart was crashing into her ass with all he had then stopped. “Let switch places. I can’t hold out much longer.”

Jeremy pulled out of her mouth as Bart pulled out of her pussy. As they positioned to reenter each hole, Bart held up his hands and said, “Do you want us lowly blue collar workmen to fuck you?”

“Yes, please fuck me hard!” Angie exclaimed.

“Are you our bitch?” Bart said.

“Yes, I am your cunt bitch. Please fuck me.”

With that Bart untied her hands as Jeremy reentered her pussy. She took both hands and wrapped them around Bart’s dick and pulled him to her mouth. Jeremy was slamming away at her wet excited pussy. There was so much juice flowing from her hole that Jeremy slamming into her sounded like someone hitting a wet carpet. She was working on Bart’s dick with both hands and licking with her mouth while he squeezed her tits.

“I am going to cum,” Jeremy said. “Should I pull out?”

Angie pulled Bart dick out of her mouth and screamed like he was in another county, “No, fill up my cunt bitch pussy! I am going to have another…”

Jeremy started a rivulet of jizzum in her pussy. Angie pushed Bart dick out of her mouth and yelled a primal scream. Bart went to take Jeremy’s place as he finished. Jeremy barely finished his last contraction as Bart took his place in Angie’s now soaked pussy.

“Thank you, thank you!” Angie said with tears in her eyes. “Fuck me hard. I am your filthy bitch.” Jeremy sat beneath her on the back of the couch and sucked one nipple then the other. She bent way over to make this easier, giving Bart a little different angle at her sensitive clit. She was now in a daze of orgasm.

“Angie, I am going to cum,” Bart said. “Have one last good one.”

“Suck them hard Jeremy.”

With that last instruction Angie and Bart came hard. Both making primal sounds.

No one moved for a little. Bart and Angie sat cuddling on the couch. “Jeremy come join us,” Angie instructed. Jeremy came and sat next to Angie putting an arm around her. She kissed Bart and then Jeremy.

“So how did you like your fantasy?” Bart asked Angie. Jeremy looked shocked.

“What! You mean you two planned this?” Jeremy asked.

“Yes, I asked Bart to do this for me,” Angie smiled at Jeremy. “You both were great. It was even better than I imagined. Sorry Jeremy put I thought it would be more real if you didn’t know. It could not have been better.”

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Blackmailed Ch. 02

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In order to understand the story fully please read first my story “blackmail”

Unknown to Zilpha, Joey went out of the house and peeped through the living room window, concealing himself in the bushes beside the window. And what he saw through the window convinced him that Mrs. Rollins was not that firm in her position. He knows that he could seduce her well enough for her to give in to her feelings for him. So while he walked to school he devised a plan for the seduction of his mature teacher.

For two days, there was no contact between Joey and Mrs. Rollins until Joey approached her one afternoon while she was walking down the hall to her office.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Rollins.”

“Good afternoon, Joey.” Zilpha greeted him as well.

“Mrs. Rollins can we talk?”

“Ok, Joey we can’t talk here let’s go to my office.” Zilpha explained to her student in a whisper.

While proceeding to her office Zilpha felt a surge of excitement envelope her whole body as she anticipated in her mind what Joey would want from her now. When they arrived at her office Joey, who was following her, immediately locked the door and went on to stand in front of her table while Zilpha sat on her chair behind her desk.

“Now Joey, what was that you would like to talk about?” Zilpha asked him in a casual manner trying to act cool but deep inside, her pulses where racing and there was an itch forming between her thighs that needed her attention. Seeing Joey for the first time since their encounter in her house triggered mixed feelings for this 43-year old teacher. One part of her wanted to smack the young boy doing this to her but another side of her was yearning for his young cock.

“You know what I want Mrs. Rollins.” Joey confidently told her as he unzipped his pants and then pulled out his cock from his boxers.

As Joey’s cock sprang out of his boxers, Zilpha just stared at the humongous meat in front of her. She had to squeeze her thighs together to keep her love juices from flowing out to her legs. Then Joey walked up beside her, with his 10-inch cock standing at attention a few centimeters from Zilpha’s face. Zilpha just watched as Joey gently stroked his rigid member, Joey could feel Zilpha’s breathe brushing across his cock as he massaged his young cock in front Maltepe Escort of her face. By now Zilpha’s panties were soaked of her love nectar and that she was completely sexually aroused such that, with Joey’s cock just a few centimeters from her face she licked the tip of his cock sending him trembling in pleasure.

“Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh………..Zilphaaaaaa…” Joey screamed as Zilpha licked the bulb shaped head of his penis.

Throwing caution and reason out the window and letting her emotions take over her body, Zilpha passionately licked the sides of her young student’s penis, running her hot and wet tongue all over his 10-inch cock causing Joey to groan in shear pleasure.

“Haaaaaahhh…haaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh….Mrs. Rollin’s.” Joey tried to suppress his cries but the pleasure of having his cock licked by the woman of his dreams was just too much for him to hold back.

Zilpha then got Joey’s hand from the base of his cock and then replaced it with her soft hand. Then without warning Zilpha, slid Joey’s enormous cock in her hot mouth.

“Huuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh….Mrs. Rollins…you are the best….” Joey cried as he experienced his first blowjob.

As Joey’s hard meat slid in and out of her mouth, Zilpha looked up to see her young student squirming in pleasure. Feeling his warm cock in her mouth opened the floodgates of her vagina such that she had to touch her self to relieve the itch she was feeling between her thighs. So Zilpha lifted one leg on the arm rest of her chair, spread her legs wide apart and then slowly rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties.

Although Joey was overwhelmed with pleasure, but as soon as he saw what his teacher was doing to her self he hurriedly reached out to where her hands were playing and then gently pulled her panties aside and then ran his middle finger up and down her dripping canal.

“Huuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmhhhhhh……Joey…..” Zilpha moaned, momentarily stopped her sucking of Joey’s cock, as Joey’s virgin fingers played with clitoris.

Zilpha was ecstatic at the feel of Joey’s inexperienced fingers trying to give the pleasure she deserves.

“Put your finger inside my pussy Joey…please…” Zilpha begged her young student, as she was now totally overwhelmed by the pleasure that his Anadolu Yakası Escort naïve fingers are giving to her mature pussy.

So without hesitation, Joey slid his middle finger in to his mature teachers drenched vagina causing her to scream in pleasure.

“Haaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…haaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh…Joey please don’t stop.” Zilpha was trying desperately to stifle her cries, as she experienced for the first time in 2 years someone else other than her self touching her depraved pussy.

Then after a few minutes of Joey’s finger sliding in and out of her dripping pussy Zilpha came to an intense orgasm.

“Aaaargggggggghhhhhhhhh… Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh…Joeeeeeeeey.” Zilpha screamed as she squeezed her thighs together enveloping Joey’s arm between her soft plump thighs.

As the pleasure of being fingered by a boy about 20 years her junior started to subside, Zilpha reached out for Joey’s cock, she released his cock from her mouth due to the intensity of her orgasm, and tightened her grip on her students cock and masturbated him passionately, stroking his massive member up and down in her soft hand. Then she returned his cock in to her mouth and then she tried to consume all of his 10-inches but just half way through his cock Zilpha gagged as Joey’s cock hit the back of her throat. So she just wrapped her long soft fingers around the base of his cock and then started to jerk him off with her sucking on the bulbous head of his penis.

Then after a few minutes of these intense blowjob…

“Haaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh Mrs. Rollins I’m cummmmmmming……” Joey screamed as he tried to push Mrs. Rollins back, but Zilpha held on to his butt so that he could not move back and remove his cock from her mouth.

After a couple of strokes Joey exploded inside Mrs. Rollins mouth. Zilpha at first was surprised at the amount of sperm that squirted from young Joey’s cock but she tried her best not to allow a single drop of his cum escape her mouth as she continued to milk his penis in her mouth. Then when Zilpha was sure that she has milked all of his cum out of his limp cock she released it from her mouth, Joey’s slimy and sticky cum dripping from her chin and landing on her satin blouse.

Joey was awe stricken as he had just experienced cumming İstanbul Escort inside a woman’s mouth and the feeling was just fantastic. After Mrs. Rollins released his cock from her mouth he sat down on a couch beside her desk. Then she joined him on the couch and, with her hand still stroking his cock sending his limp cock to harden again, asked to him.

“Did you liked it, Joey?”

“Yes, Mrs. Rollins that was the best orgasm that I have ever experienced before.”

“But Mrs. Rollins you said that jerking me off was the farthest you can go with this?” He asked her as if he did not know the answer.

“Well, Joey lets put it this way there are times in our lives when we say, “To hell what people say, and just follow your feelings. Well Joey I just followed my feelings and am sure glad I did.”

“So this means that we are now like this.” Joey asked her and placing his two forefingers together.

“Oh yes baby, but we must be discrete with this we don’t want anybody finding about us Joey.” Zilpha explained to her young lover.

Then Zilpha kissed Joey passionately on the lips and this time she stuck her tongue inside his mouth, letting him suck on her soft tongue and in the process he tasted his own cum in her mouth. Their passionate embrace was interrupted when the intercom buzzed. So Zilpha reluctantly let go of Joey and then answered the phone, after talking on the phone for a few seconds, Zilpha cleaned up and then kissed Joey again lightly on the lips and then said

“I have been called to the principal’s office, we’ll continue this tomorrow. Is that all right with you Joey?” Zilpha told Joey as Joey zipped up his trousers.

“Ok Ma’m, where will we meet tomorrow?” Joey asked with excitement written all over his face.

“Just call me tonight, I must have thought of something by then.” Zilpha told him as she handed him a piece of paper with her home number written on it.

Then Zilpha got some papers from her desk and then went to the door, but before she could open the door Joey grabbed her by the waist and then pulled her to him and then kissed on the lips and letting her suck on his hard tongue. But after a few seconds of passionate kissing Joey released her from hid grip and then patted her on her behind a signal to her to get going.

When Zilpha walked down the hall to the principal’s office there was a bounce to her steps and an aura around her that could only be manifested by a sexually satisfied woman. And she could not wait for tomorrow to come, she was dying to get Joey’s handsome cock in to her mature pussy.

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Bill and Kate Conclusion

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This is the third part of a series of stories about Bill and Kate. I suggest you read the first two before proceeding, although it isn’t completely necessary.

I awoke to find Kate draped over half my body, eyes open and smiling.

“Good morning, honey,” Kate whispered.

Pulling her tight against me with one arm, I replied, “Yes it is. A very good morning.”

“With all that racket coming from the kitchen, I’d say Jess is up. I guess I’d better get up and go talk to her,” Kate said. She gave me a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. “Or maybe…I should make her wait a little longer.”

“I think I’ve created a monster,” I quipped.

“No. You’ve just let her out of her cage. Fine. I’m going,” replied Kate as she threw back the covers and swung her feet to the floor. She stood and grabbed her robe, slipping it on and smiling at me.

“No woman has a right to look as good as you do when she wakes up in the morning, Kate.”

She flashed a satisfied little smile at me, then tossed her pillow into my face. “You don’t need to sweet talk me to get laid, mister.”

“That thought never crossed my mind. You just catch me off guard looking as beautiful as you do.”

Kate nodded her head up and down, sporting a look of feigned disbelief. “Yeah, okay. Relax. I’ll bring you some coffee.”

Kate turned and left the room, walking out into the kitchen to have a long overdue conversation with her best friend. The moment Jess saw Kate, she pounced on her.

“It’s about time you got up. Spill sister. I want to hear everything,” exclaimed Jess.

“Let me just pour some coffee for Bill first,” answered Kate.

“Jesus. He’s domesticated you already? I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”

Kate giggled as she took two mugs from the cupboard. She poured coffee into each, then added some half and half. Leaving her mug on the counter, she brought one into me, delivering it with a kiss. Leaving the door open behind her, she returned to the kitchen, grabbed her mug, and sat in the living room with Jess.

“Okay. I want to hear everything,” said Jess. “EVERY DAMNED THING.”

“Jess, he’s your Uncle for God’s sake,” laughed Kate. “I’ll have to edit at least a little bit.”

“Whatever. So…?”

“Okay. Well, I don’t have to tell you how long I have wished Uncle Bill would notice me the way I wanted him to notice me.”

“I’ve been listening to you for years, Kate. That isn’t news.”

“No, I guess it isn’t. Well, something happened when I stayed behind during winter break.”

“Wait a second,” interrupted Jess. “You mean to tell me you’ve been holding out on me for months? Kate! How could you?”

“I’ll get to that, Jess.”

“You’d better. And you’d better have a damned good reason too.”

“The morning you headed back to school, Bill and I spent the day at Stowe. The skiing was amazing that day.”

“Rub it in, Kate. I can’t believe we weren’t able to go once over these past few days.”

“Anyway,” Kate continued, “There were major storm warnings when we left the mountain. We stocked up on groceries and went back to the house. We had a great dinner and were watching a movie when the lights went out.”

“Very romantic,” Jess chimed in.

“Not so much,” said Kate, laughing. “I ended up sleeping on the couch. But something DID happen. After the power went out, well, Bill looked at me in a way he never had before. He looked at me with desire in his eyes. I swear my heart nearly leaped out of my chest when I saw that.”

“And you went to sleep on the couch?” screeched Jess.

“It was just a brief moment, but it did fill me with hope.”

“Oh, I wish I had some popcorn,” said an excited Jess. “Go on, go on,” she said waving her hands around in a frenzy.

“When we got up the next morning, we were pretty much snowed in. I stomped my foot and insisted I wanted to go skiing, but there was no way Bill would take us. I started to tease him about being old and chicken. I guess he heard enough to threaten to spank me.”

“Oh, God,” Jess chuckled.

“Right? Except he got that look on his face again after he said it. The moment kind of passed, and I went upstairs to take a bath. I thought about that look while I was in the tub, and ended up in there for a lot longer than I needed to be, if you catch my drift,” said Kate shyly.

“I’ve got it. Did Bill come in while you were doing it?”

“No. I don’t think he ever knew,” said Kate.

“I never did,” I yelled from the bedroom.

“Hush up in there, you,” snickered Jess.

“After, I came down and we had some lunch and talked. He told me about the divorce and why things broke down with him and Sandy. I always knew that woman wasn’t right for him. Anyway, we spent the afternoon drinking and playing Monopoly. Once we had dinner, we played some more and I started to tease him again. And again, he threatened the spanking.”

“Who knew Uncle Bill had such a streak in him?” joked Jess.

“I know. Well, I pushed him and challenged him and told him there was no way he could catch me, and if he did there was no way he could subdue Ataşehir Escort me. I knew if I bolted for the stairs he’d try to catch me, and that’s what happened. I got a spanking through my pajamas, and then I dared him to do it on my bare bottom. He did. With my hands between my legs the entire time. He made me cum.”

“Wow,” exclaimed Jess. “Uncle Bill! And next? What happened next?”

“Kind of nothing. We watched another movie while we ate popcorn and drank iced tea. I went up to bed, and made as much noise as I could masturbating with a vibrator, hoping Bill would come in. I heard him come up the stairs, but then he left.”

“I thought you were crying,” I shouted.

“Didn’t I ask you to be quiet?” admonished Jess.

“The next morning, we ate breakfast and talked about me. About how I haven’t done much dating. About me being a virgin.”

“Woah. That must have been a bit awkward.”

“I didn’t care, Jess. I decided that I had seen enough interest from Bill to approach him. So I did. I asked him to teach me to make love.”

“What? You asked him that? Oh my God,” yelped Jess.

“What was the worst that could happen? That he’d say no? A girl could do a lot worse for her first lover, couldn’t she?”

“I sure did,” roared Jess.

“I don’t need to hear that,” I chimed in.

“One more outburst from you and we close the door,” scolded Jess. “Now hush.”

“Bill thought about it, and that night, I made love for the first time. We made love for the first time. We pretty much spent the rest of the week eating, sleeping, and having sex. By the time I left for school, I knew that Bill had real feelings for me.”

“So why didn’t you tell me,” asked Jess.

“Well, Bill isn’t really committing to a relationship with me just yet. Jess, you’ve been my best friend since before we could walk. I didn’t want to risk that if Bill and I weren’t going anywhere. I didn’t want anything to get strange between us.”

“Kate, I love you. There is no man that will get between us. Ever.”

“So you’re not mad?”

“Maybe a little,” Jess said with a pout. “But I’ll get over it.”

I appeared at the bedroom door wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt.

Jess glanced over at me, then looked at Kate. “He is hot, I’ll give you that,” she giggled.

“You have no idea, Jess,” replied a smiling Kate.

“Let me tell you something, Uncle Bill. If you hurt Kate, you’re going to have to deal with me. Understand?”

Rolling my eyes, I acknowledged Jess. “Yeah, yeah. You, your mom, and I’m sure a long list of other people behind you all. The last thing in this world I want to do is to hurt Kate.”

“My mom knew about this too?” Jess asked incredulously.

“She kind of tricked me into spilling the beans,” I admitted. “She wasn’t supposed to know.”

“Well, I’m not mad at you, Kate. But Mom is going to hear it from me!”

“I’m sure, she will,” tittered Kate.

We had a light breakfast and Jess finished packing. Kate asked if she could take Jess to lunch and drop her at the airport alone, and I agreed. I’m sure there was all sorts of girl talk that needed to happen, and I wanted no part of that.

I walked the girls out to the car and loaded Jess’ bag into the trunk. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and she got into the car, rolling down the window and looking out at me.

“Take care of her, Uncle Bill. Remember what I said.”

“I will, Jess. Have fun in Mexico and good luck the rest of the semester.”

I watched the car pull from the driveway and head down the block before I turned and went inside.

I was catching up on work when the phone rang, disturbing my stream of thought. I grabbed the receiver and answered in a gruff voice.

“Hello?”

“Billy? Are you okay?”

“Oh, hi Jenny. Yeah, I’m fine. I was in the middle of working on something.”

“So, how are things?” Jenny asked with an inflection that told me she knew quite well how things were.

“Just fine, Sis.” How are things there?”

“I just spoke with Jess.”

“I gathered, Jenny.”

“She told me you and Kate were doing the naughty. So she’s finally clued in, huh?”

“I reckon so, Sis.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Don’t be such a pain in the ass, Bill. What’s going on with you two?”

“I thought you already got all the dirt,” I said, toying with Jenny.

“I want the skinny from you, Bill. What are you doing?”

“I’m struggling to figure that out.”

“I told you not to be an asshole, Bill. How do you feel about this girl?”

I paused before answering.

“Bill?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, Bill. Honestly.”

“I am pretty much hopelessly in love with Kate. I feel like I’m the twenty one year old.”

“Well it’s about damned time. So what are you going to do?”

“I still have reservations, Jenny.”

“Billy, so help me. Don’t make me come up there and kick your ass around Northern Vermont. You have nothing, and I mean nothing, else going on in your life. There is no good reason for you to not embrace this Acıbadem Escort beautiful young woman and let her into your life. None. Stop the bullshit, Billy.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to, Sis. I’m just saying I have reservations.”

“Well get over them. I want you to be happy, Billy. I know this woman can make you very happy. Stop fooling around and start living your life.”

“Okay, okay. Enough, Sis. I hear you loud and clear.”

“Good. Now go back to whatever you were doing. Finish up before that girl gets back, and then tell her you love her.”

“Goodbye, Jenny,” I said with exasperation.

“Bye little brother,” said Jenny with pleasure in her voice.

I hung up the phone and plopped down onto the couch, thinking about my conversation with Jenny. I realized that I had not yet told Kate that I was in love with her. Surely she must have sensed it, but I had not yet spoken the words. Obviously, I was holding that back from her. Jenny was right. I needed to either embrace Kate or release her. What I was doing wasn’t right.

I got up and went back to work, escaping my thoughts for a few hours, losing track of time. I was surprised when Kate walked in and dropped the car keys on the kitchen counter as she shed her coat.

“Kate! Back so soon?” I asked.

“Soon? I’ve been gone almost four hours, Bill,” Kate replied as she ambled over to me. She leaned over and kissed me, and I could feel the chill of the outside air on her lips as she did. One kiss led to another, then another. Kate looked down and closed the laptop, then stood back up and sauntered over to the bedroom door, beckoning me to follow with her expression. Work forgotten, I arose and followed Kate into the room, finding her half naked already. Following suit, I pulled off my shirt and jeans, then turned my attention back to Kate. She stood by the side of the bed wearing nothing but a hair tie and a lusty grin. I approached her and took her into my arms, kissing her deeply. Kate abruptly broke the kiss, and turned me to the bed, pushing me down into a sitting position.

“I know we need to talk, but I’m not in the talking mood right now,” she said. “We can do that later.”

She dropped to her knees and took my semi-erect cock into her mouth. It took mere seconds for me to fully stiffen, and Kate cooed with delight. Watching Kate perform was a thing of beauty. It was clear that she truly savored sucking my cock. She didn’t do it just to please me, although I’m sure that was part of it. It pleased her immensely, and it showed. In fact, I’d argue that she loves it as much or more than me, and I like it an awful lot.

Kate took her time, stroking, kissing, licking and sucking. She’d pause now and again, slowing me down and making me wait for release. When she was ready, she made a final assault on my cock, and greedily swallowed down every drop of the cum she had worked for. When she was satisfied she was finished, she let my cock slip from her mouth and looked up at me as she bit her bottom lip. Standing up, Kate pushed me back onto the bed, then climbed up and straddled my face.

“I’m going to need fucking, but why don’t you have something to eat while you recover?” she growled as she lowered her pussy onto my mouth.

Kate tasted wonderful as I probed her cunt with my tongue. Ignoring her clit for the moment, teasing her insides, wiggling and stabbing, causing her to moan and wriggle about. When my tongue grew too tired to move, I sucked her lips into my mouth and nibbled on them. Kate was growing impatient with my lack of attention to her clit.

“C’mon, Billy. Stop teasing me. You know what I want.” She was maneuvering her body in an attempt to get some stimulation where she wanted it, but I kept her at bay.

“Billy, please,” she begged.

Satisfied that I had teased her enough, I sucked Kate’s clit between my lips and flicked at it with my tongue. Kate let out a huge moan and put a hand on my head, her hips undulating as her body took command from her brain. It didn’t take long for Kate to shatter in orgasm, squeezing my head between her thighs as she did. Shortly thereafter, she rolled over and flopped onto her back beside me on the bed.

I rolled onto my side and watched as Kate lay there with her eyes closed, catching her breath. When she opened them again, she turned toward me and smiled. I reached over and kissed her tenderly, again and again. As we kissed, I moved my body so that I was on top of her, and Kate opened her legs in preparation for me. I thrust forward just a bit, and my cock entered her, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. I wrapped my arms under Kate’s shoulders and gently held her face as I kissed her while slowly gyrating my hips in concert with hers.

We stayed like that the entire time, gazing into each other’s eyes, face to face, sharing breath as we made love, no longer fucking. I don’t know how long it went on, but when I finally came inside her, Kate erupted in her own orgasm, and I swear I saw her soul in those light brown eyes of hers. Tears streamed down Kate’s face as we lay there, and İstanbul Escort I kissed them away, tasting the salty sweetness and feeling them in my heart.

“I love you, Kate,” I finally admitted to her.

“Duh,” she responded with a smile. “Do you think I’d be here if I had any doubts?”

“I reckon not.”

“I love you, Bill. I’ve loved you forever, but this…this is…I can’t even explain. It’s like that movie Pleasantville. I’m loving you in full color right now, and it is better than I ever could have imagined.”

Kate sat up and looked down at me.

“I need to know where we stand, Bill.”

“Kate…”

“No. Let me speak first, and then you can have your say.”

“Okay,” I said, smiling. Kate didn’t realize I’d already made up my mind, and there was nothing she could say that would change it. I would let her have her say.

“Good. I know you’re so damned worried about the thirteen year spread in our ages.”

“Fourteen, Kate.”

“Half the year it’s thirteen, so I’m going with that,” snapped Kate. “You know damned well that I’m not anything like a typical twenty one year old, Bill. I am just as old as you are from a maturity perspective. Older, probably.”

“What happens when you’re fifty, and I’m almost sixty five? Do you think about that at all?”

“Seriously? You’re not fucking eighty years old, Bill. Do you really think I’m going to give up a lifetime of happiness with you because some day you’ll be old a bit sooner than me? That’s ridiculous.”

“You have experienced so little of college life, and life as a young adult.”

“What the hell do you think I’m missing out on? Drunken toga parties? I don’t give a shit about things like that. The life I want to experience is a life with you, Bill.”

“Kate, you have been fixated on me for years, by your own admission. How can you say that I’m the man for you when you’ve never given another one a chance?”

“I have had boys and men around me my entire life, honey. I’ve had friends, I’ve had acquaintances. Do you think I never opened my eyes to them, even after you and Sandy got married? I may have set the bar high by comparing them to you, but no one ever came close, Bill. You dumbass men look at women and think…I’d fuck her. Women, we look at a man and think…I’d have his babies. My god, you are the only man I have EVER thought that about.”

“I just feel like I’m protecting you from me. From being shortsighted in your thoughts on this. From feeling like you’ve made a mistake twenty years from now.”

“What are you, Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca? I don’t need protecting, Bill. I’m a big girl. I’m smart enough to have thought this through.”

“Have you? What are you going to tell your parents? That you were swept off your feet by a man who is nearly middle aged?”

“My father is ready to come here and beat some sense into you, Bill. My parents know. Other than this silliness, they love you Bill. They always have. There are worse things than having your daughter involved with a smart, successful, kind, gentle, and, to be honest, smoking hot man. One who is humble on top of all that. Sorry Bill. They are already on board.”

Kate punched my arm in frustration. “You work as a financial adviser. Do you have your clients stick all of their money in fully insured bank accounts, avoiding all risk without any thought to rewards? Of course not. You look at the entire picture. But here, all you want to do is to avoid risk at all cost. What the fuck is that, Bill?”

“I realize that, Kate. I’m not saying that rewards shouldn’t be considered.”

“Let me ask you a question,” said an increasingly frustrated Kate. “If you let me go, how are you going to feel when I show up with another man on my arm? When you see me kissing him and holding him? When I get married? When I come to visit during the holidays and my womb is full of his child? How will you feel about that, Bill? Happy? Fulfilled?”

“It would likely break my heart, Kate.”

Kate sat there glaring at me, her chest rising and falling with her angry breath. She opened her mouth to say more, and I put a finger to her lips and started to laugh.

“What the hell is so funny, Mister?” Kate fumed.

“Before you started this conversation, I tried to tell you something.”

“Which was?”

“Kate, I am completely in love with you. I want you in my life. Hell, I want you to be my wife if you’d like. I’m done being a fool about this.”

Kate appeared dumfounded.

“You son of a bitch. You let me sit here going on and on and pretended to argue with me when you’d already made up your mind?”

“Yeah. You are fucking adorable when you get on your soapbox, Kate. Has anyone every told you that?”

Kate jumped on top of me and playfully hammered on my chest with her fists. “I am going to have to keep a close watch on you. A very close watch.”

“I sure hope so,” I replied, grabbing her and rolling her over onto her back beneath me. We lost ourselves in each other for the remainder of the afternoon.

Kate finished out the semester, and we decided to live together after she transferred to NYU to complete her studies. She worked alongside me, and with her help, I was able to expand my client base by more than fifty percent. We married in June of the year she graduated, and she delivered our first child four months ago.

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This was the 70’s. Gone was the hippie generation, the war in Vietnam was over and the country was in a gas crisis. Watergate was behind us, and people just wanted to make money. Money was always in style.

I had just turned 18 a month before this story started to happen. To make money since I can remember, I mowed grass for neighbors. Every summer I had a steady supply of customers in my neighborhood. From old Mrs. Watkins who always complained when it came time to pay me, to the Johnsons at the next block. Truth was, the only grass I hated to mow was my own. I got an allowance, but made better money mowing other people’s grass. I used to complain to my Dad, but he would just say that he would start to mow it himself and not pay me anything. He always won.

Mr. Johnson worked for a leading chemical company. He’s the one that told me the story and I don’t have any reason to doubt him as I had seen the results. He wife Diane, worked for a bank in town. She was like a branch mangers. Mr. Johnson’s, Phil, company had invented a couple of new drugs. This wonder drug was to help women who wanted to develop bigger breasts. I never understood how this worked, but it did. I saw the proof. The other one, lowered people, men and women, inhibitions and made them want sex. Like the supposed drug, Spanish Fly.

Now it takes years before the FDA (Food & Drug Administration) will approve a new drug. Sometimes it can take up to 10 or more years. You have animal testing, then human volunteers and countless case studies, before the FDA will allow it to go on sale. Some companies will introduce drugs overseas because the laws are more relaxed. Here’s where things started to go wrong. It seems like Phil was married to Diane, but was also boinking his secretary Jennifer, on the side.

Diane and Phil were both in their early 40’s. Phil was about 5′-9″ and balding. Diane had black hair and a round face and about 5′-4″. The way she had her hair cut made her face even more round. She dressed like she was 60! Now Jennifer was in her mid-20’s with shoulder length bottle blonde hair. She wouldn’t have given Phil the time of day except he was spending a boat load of money on her. Since he had always stashed some money away, Diane never knew what was happening. Of course when things were settled, she did.

It seemed like Phil skipped the animal testing and went straight to the testing on humans. He started to give the breast enhancing formula to Diane and Jennifer. A week went by and nothing happened. He felt like this was a worthless drug. So what did he do? He increased the recommended amount, in both the women. Instead of a eye dropper full, he started spiking their drinks with a shot glass full. By the next week, I noticed that whenever I saw Diane, that her breasts were getting bigger. Both women had to by new bras. Jennifer liked the new her and just assumed that she was either pregnant or just a late bloomer. Not that she needed any help in that area.

Diane went to the doctor, but he couldn’t find anything wrong and just wrote it off to weight gain, which was a side effect. Phil figured that since both women had expanded bra sizes, he would go for more. He went from an eye dropper that was MAYBE a quarter of an ounce, to a shot glass that was an ounce, to just pouring in a healthy slug into each of their drinks. With Diane, he would do this at dinner in her wine. With Jennifer, he would do this during the day in her coffee. Diane soon went from a light 36B cup to a 38C cup. She put on about 20 pounds in the process. Jennifer gained about 10 pounds and went from a 34A cup to a 36C cup. Jennifer didn’t gain as much weight, probably because she was younger and Phil was working it off of her.

The next couple of weeks, Diane then went up to a 40D cup and gained another 20 pounds. She knew she was eating more, but couldn’t stop. She continued to buy clothes that looked like something that my grandmother would wear. Even with the added weight, she was always pleasant to me and would always give me ice tea when I mowed their grass on Saturday’s. I never knew Jennifer, but I heard, after this all came out, she went through about the same thing. She didn’t gain near the weight.

Diane started to question Phil about the changes her body was going through. She never imagined that he was “slipping” her something, but she was concerned over her weight and that Phil had stopped trying to have sex with her. He panicked and told that she was getting older and her body was bound to go through changes. This made her moody and feel like she was unloved and started to drink even more. Phil would find her open wine bottle and pour even more of the liquid into it. He thought he would back off on Jennifer’s dosage, because she had grown to a 38DD cup and was gaining attention from men wherever she went.

In the span of two months, Diane had went from about 135 pounds to close Bostancı Escort to 175. She was struggling to stay in a 44DD bra. One Saturday I came over to mow their grass and found her crying on their back deck. I really felt sorry for her. She spilled her heart out to me. That because she was getting old and fat that her husband didn’t want to have anything to do with her any longer, especially sex.

Truth was she really didn’t look that bad. She still had a cute face, and if she would dress to show off her impressive cleavage, she would attract attention. I told her that. I also told her that Phil was a balding man who didn’t appreciate what he had. This made her laugh. At least I got a smile out of her. Phil pulled up and they went inside to have a yelling session. I went about mowing their lawn.

By the time I was done mowing Phil had stormed out of the house, but not before calling Diane a “fat pig”. I was hot and sweaty and could really use a glass of iced tea. So I gently knocked on the door. No one answered, but I knew Diane was still home. I let myself in. I found Diane upstairs on the bed crying her eyes out. She was embarrassed to see me. Maybe it she was embarrassed for me to see her crying. I told her that I would go downstairs and get her something to drink and be right back. That’s when I found the empty bottle just laying in the trash. It had Phil’s company label on it and said “Breast Enhancer Formula”. So that was what the bum was doing. Giving his wife some kind of formula and that what was causing her breasts to get huge and her to gain the weight. I buried the bottle in the trash then washed my hands. What a “douche bag” he was, I thought.

I went to his briefcase and opened it. There were four more bottles of the stuff and a small bottle labeled “Libido Enhancer”. Now I’m no chemist, I even got a C- in chemistry in school, but I knew what a Libido was. So I poured her a glass of wine and dumped about 1/4 the bottle of the Libido juice into it. I poured myself a glass of tea and took them upstairs. Diane was still laying on the bed crying. I sat the glasses down on the night stand then sat down next to her. I was rubbing her side and back to get her to stop crying.

I told her that she should drink something so she wouldn’t get dehydrated from all the crying. I reached for the glass of wine and handed it to her. She sat up and gulped it down. Diane was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and lose fitting jeans. She did have her shoes off and I could see that she had a pedicure and knew she always had a manicure. Her toe nails were painted a bright red, while her finger nails were a more subdued shade of red. I didn’t know if the stuff in his briefcase worked, or how long it would take.

I just sat there on the side of the bed trying to comfort her. I started to rub the inside of her leg around her knee. I told her that she was a beautiful woman and that her husband was a major jerk for saying that to her. She said it was getting hot in the room. She could tell because I was sweaty. I didn’t bother to remind her that I just had been mowing her grass. I kept rubbing the inside of her leg, but now I worked my way farther up so that I was rubbing the inside of her thigh. She said that she was really hot and then she reached for my iced tea and took a big sip of that. I let my hand run all the way up her leg to her crotch. I figured that she would either throw me out or get so hot that she couldn’t stand it.

I started to rub her jeans right at her crotch, but not on it. She spread her legs further and I took that as my cue to rub her crotch. She let out a moan and started to rub her breasts. I told her that she would be more comfortable if she were remove her jeans and bra. I was pushing my luck. She told me that it had been months since they had had sex together. I pulled her zipper down on her jeans and tugged them down below her hips. She started to protest, but I started to rub her pussy through her panties. She grabbed my hand, but I managed to pull her panties to the side and work a finger into her pussy. Boy was she wet!

That ended all protest from her. She pulled her t-shirt off and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were bigger than anything I had ever seen. It was like someone had cut a watermelon in two and placed them on her chest. I started to pull her panties off and she reached down and worked them off for me. Her pussy couldn’t have been more wet if she had shoved a hose up there. I worked two of my fingers into her pussy and started to work them in and out. Now I’m not the most experienced kid, but I have read enough of my Father’s Playboys to know a little about sex. Also, last Summer, my buddy and I got into a x-rated drive in movie, so I had a pretty good idea what to do.. But other than jerking off, I was a virgin.

I need to do something to free my cock from my underpants and shorts. It was Ümraniye Escort hard and starting to ache being all confined. I stood up and removed my clothes. Diane stuffed her fingers into her pussy and was fucking herself for me. I walked around the other side of the bed and laid down next to her. She continued working on her pussy while I started to suck on her nipple of that massive tit closest to me. She sucked in air. I pushed her hand out of the way and replaced it with my own. She started to thrash around caught up in the throws of an orgasm. She was so wet that her pussy was making sucking noises.

Fluids were running out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass, soaking the bed. I pulled my hand out and brought it to her mouth for her to suck off her juices. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that I am hung like a horse. Truth is, I have an average cock. It’s a little over 6″ long, but it is good sized around, almost 2″. I climbed on top of her and she guided me into her pussy. Fortunately from jerking off all the time, I didn’t have a problem with cumming to early. I was ramming into her like a pro. I buried my face into her massive breasts. She held them together so I could suck her nipples. I found if I lightly bit one it would drive her wild. She was moaning and throwing her head side to side, I thought that maybe I was hurting her, so I started to slow down. She grabbed my butt and pulled me tighter and kept telling me “harder”! So I kept ramming her harder.

She announced that she was cumming and it was like someone opened the flood gates. I could feel her juices run out of her past my cock. I just kept up thrusting into her and finally, I could feel my own orgasm building. Now I didn’t have a condom with me, after all, I never gotten laid before. So I started to pull out, She grabbed my ass again and pulled me into her and wouldn’t let go. I exploded into her pussy with the force of a rocket going off. I continued to stay hard, so I just kept pumping her. After about another minutes my cock started to go soft so I pulled it out and it made a “pop” sound.

By now I was covered in sweat, her bedspread was soaked clean through to the sheets, and I was exhausted. But not Diane. I rolled off her while I caught my breath and she just delved into herself with her fingers again. She showed me how to find her clit and rub it. So I did, while she thrust her fingers in and out of herself. It didn’t take long before she had another orgasm. My Parents were gone shopping so it wasn’t like I had to get home. But, I was afraid that I couldn’t leave her like this. How long did this stuff last?

Playing with her huge breasts and watching her fuck herself soon made me hard again. So I got back on top of her and gave it to her again. I lasted longer this time, but didn’t shoot off as much as I did the first time. Diane had another orgasm in the process. When my cock went limp again, I thought I better head for home and clean up. Diane suggested that we go shower together her at her house. I liked her idea better. We got in the shower and she cleaned me up. And wouldn’t you know I got hard again. This time she got on her knees in the shower and sucked my cock until I exploded in her mouth.

She then got up and proceeded to rub her clit until she had another orgasm. Once we all cleaned up, we got out and dried each other off. We walked back to her bedroom and I really didn’t want to put back on my sweaty shorts. She gave me a pair of Phil’s to wear. They were a size bigger, but at least they weren’t all sweaty. She also gave me one of his t-shirts to wear home. She laid there on the dry part of the bed naked and watched me dress. I asked if she was going to be okay now and she said she was. Diane also told me that I should bring dry clothes with me every time I mowed their lawn. I told her that I would and I looked forward to next weekend.

I wanted to tell everyone about this, but I knew I couldn’t. Before I left, I grabbed a bottle of Phil’s “Breast Enhancer” formula to take with me. I pushed my lawn mower back home and put it away. By the time my parents got home, they just figured that I showered and cleaned up when I got home. I didn’t know how much of the formula to use, so I poured the entire bottle into my Mom’s wine bottle. Might as well spread some joy to Dad, maybe he would give me the raise in my allowance I wanted!

Next Saturday came and I couldn’t wait to get to Diane’s house and mow her grass. Sure enough ol’ Phil wasn’t home. Diane sat on her back deck drinking wine while I mowed. She wore a bikini that would cover most women,, but her breasts were even bigger and I was sure that the straps would burst from the pressure any minute. As I mowed she put her feet up on the rail and rubbed her crotch for me. He bottoms were soaked more than I was by the time I got done.

As soon as I was done, we would Kartal Escort go upstairs and fuck like rabbits until I couldn’t get it up any longer. She didn’t need any of the Libido liquid after the first time. That Summer she taught me everything about sex you would want to know. There wasn’t anything she didn’t do with me. Diane even let me take her in her poop chute so that I could sink my hands into those massive breasts of hers. I rearranged all my other mowing jobs to the week so I would have Saturday’s free.

By the time she delivered her baby, her breasts were size 60K’s! Fortunately, she hadn’t really put on any more weight. I think having sex with me helped that area. I discovered where Phil kept his “stash” of the formula and kept taking a bottle a week from it. If you steal from a thief, they can’t very well go to the police. I kept pouring into my Mom’s wine at home. She had gone from a 44C bra to a 50D bra by the end of the Summer. Lucky Dad, but he still didn’t give me that raise. So one Sunday morning, I slipped some of that Libido juice into his coffee. He spent the entire Sunday “cleaning” the garage. I bet his cock was sore for a week, from jerking off so much!

I stayed in town and attended the local community college. I would go over to Diane’s house and mow her grass, then plow her. This went on for another several months. I didn’t know what excuse I would use when Fall came, and I finished raking her leaves. Right after Thanksgiving, it game to a head. I came over to “rake” and Phil was waiting on me. By now, what was he going to say? I knew what he was doing and was willing to blow the whistle to Diane. What he said was unexpected. Diane was pregnant, but he didn’t know who the daddy was. He knew I had been taking his breast formula and that had to stop. But as luck would have it, he wasn’t going to say anything because I had him over a bigger barrel.

He spilled everything to me. How he was boinking his secretary, he had knocked her up as well! How he was giving both women his breast formula and if this leaked out, he was screwed with his company and the government. The only piece he didn’t have was who was the father? He figured it was someone at the bank who she worked with. He was going to move out and they were going to put the house up for sale. Would I keep the lawn up, until it sold?

Now I could do one of two things. Not say anything or tell him everything. After all, he just spilled his guts to me. He seemed genuinely sad about everything. Of course maybe it was the threat of federal jail that prompted him to tell me. So I came clean to an extent. I told him that I saw the empty bottle in the trash and found his stash. That yes, I had been taking a bottle from it and giving it to my Mom. That it had the same results that Diane did. But I didn’t confess that Diane’s baby was mine. I was excited and scared at the same time.

I asked if I could talk to Diane, that we had become friends and maybe I could get her to tell me who the father was. He bought this and would leave us alone to talk. Diane was up in the bedroom because they had had a big fight over all of this. Phil didn’t tell her that he had been spiking her wine, or anything like that. After she confessed to him that she was pregnant, he confessed that he had knocked up his secretary as well. That was about all that was said between them. When I walked in, Diane told me the baby was mine and that she wouldn’t say a word about it to anyone. As far as anyone was concerned it was Phil’s and he would have to support it. I told her that Phil was convinced that it was someone at the bank she worked with. This made her laugh. We made love the rest of the afternoon.

After that, their house sold and I didn’t see Phil any more. I did drive over to Diane’s new house, and visit her often. I even helped her with Lamaze class. My parents thought that I was doing a “noble” thing because the poor woman’s husband had ran out on her. Diane and Jennifer both delivered a baby girl about a week apart. Sixteen years later, Diane remarried. I grew up and have always had a fetish for older women that had some extra “padding” and big breasts. Wonder how I arrived at that?

Phil? Phil went to jail for a very long time. Seems when the women delivered their babies, the girls came out with a very health sets of breasts! So much so, that both of them needed bras since they time they started walking. Tests were done and the secret got out. Phil was fired, the company very handsomely compensated both women in order for them to not to sue the company. Everything was hushed up, except for Phil going to jail for drug tests on humans. I understand that now he could use the breasts in jail!

I came out pretty clean, except for a daughter that I love dearly and that has every boy chasing after her because of her 44D chest in high school! Also, before they sold the house, I stole all of Phil’s stash. My Mom now has a 56F chest that she is pretty proud of. Not bad for a woman in her late 50’s. Dad, well he never gave me that raise, so every time I come home for a visit, he has to clean the garage for a day! Dad, you should have given me that raise!

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