Best Friend’s Mom (Valerie)

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I was transfixed, literally. It was impossible for me to move as I looked out of my bedroom window that summer afternoon, down into my neighbor’s yard and saw Bobby and Valerie DeJong fucking.

Their son, Chet, had been my best friend through high school and I knew the family well, but this was the first time in my 18 years of existence on the planet that I’d witnessed a couple in the flesh, screwing each other for all they were worth. It was shocking, mesmerizing and exciting as I stood a couple of feet back from my window, watching them and stroking myself.

They used a patio lounger and Valerie spent a lot of time on her knees, apparently urging her husband as he slammed into her from behind. Their black skin made them look like silhouettes against the sandy paving of their yard, Valerie’s breasts hanging down and swinging as Bobby fucked her. And his cock… it was huge. It looked to be almost a foot long (I know now that was unlikely, but that’s what it looked like) and straight as a rule. It was so long it looked like he couldn’t fit all of it inside her — at least three inches stayed outside Valerie’s pussy.

I had just looked out of the window casually when I’d spotted them. Now over the initial surprise, I was on the verge of cumming as I watched them. Bobby turned Valerie over and kneeled on the lounger, directing his huge tool at her groin. Once inside he started his rhythm again, making Valerie’s eyes close in pleasure as he pumped faster and faster. I came before he did, spurting youthfully across my carpet, but my cock was still rock hard as I watched Bobby’s body stiffen and obviously cum inside Valerie. Unlike the porn movies I’d seen, he didn’t pull out and shoot cum over her, just stayed inside and finished his orgasm.

When they were done the lay naked together on the lounger, his cock still looking enormous as it deflated slowly. I watched for a while before backing away from the window and stroking myself again.

****

Next time I saw Valerie was a few days later, when I called round to see what Chet was up to. We’d both finished high school a couple of weeks before. Chet was headed for a football scholarship at Texas, me to University of Illinois. I hadn’t seen my friend since the weekend and knocked on the DeJong’s front door.

Valerie answered, dressed in some tight jeans and a pink crewneck top. I stumbled over my first words, not able to get the image of her naked out of my mind, but managed to ask for Chet.

“He’s over at his cousins, on his way back I believe. Should be here in a half-hour or so.” Valerie smiled at me and I started to feel a little more comfortable, assuming she knew nothing of my voyeurism. “Would you like to come in and wait for him? I’m just prepping some food for tonight. You’re welcome to wait.”

It seemed natural for me to accept, after all, it’s what I would’ve done many times before that day. I knew that my perception of Valerie had changed, but she didn’t.

We lived in an affluent suburb and back then fewer moms worked, so it was very normal for Valerie to take time to prepare the family dinner, just as my mother did, often baking as well. I followed her into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. She offered me lemonade but then remembered that I preferred soda, so poured me a Coke. My family socialized with the DeJong’s a little, mostly at neighborhood cookouts and the like. We got on well with them but this was twenty years ago and some didn’t… the color of their skin still somewhat unusual in the suburbs. If they ever felt any resentment, none of the family showed it.

We chatted about the coming college days for a few minutes. Rightfully so, she was very proud of Chet’s scholarship but she also showed genuine interest in where I was going and what I expected life to be like in the college world. I’d heard many times that she’d studied Chemistry in Florida, but parents seemed to have a habit of forgetting what they’d told people and tell them again. I guess I’m like that now!

I had ample opportunity to study Valerie, as I’d never seen her before. She had been Chet’s mom for all the years we’d lived next to them, but now she was the lady I’d seen fucking in her yard.

She always had a ready smile and a kind disposition, but for the first time I noticed that she had beautifully smooth skin, very dark and providing a stark contrast for her white teeth that made them seem almost incandescent. She had a good figure, maybe a few extra ponds around her hips, but wonderfully round and distinct breasts that bobbled just enough with her movements to suggest they were heavy when released from her bra.

In the yard Valerie’s hair had been combed back and in a ponytail but today it was hanging around her face, wavy from styling I thought, but very sensual. I’d never thought about her age much before, but she must have been at least forty-three, and looking good for it. My standard for beauty back then was young movie stars and other pin-ups, but it now came to me that my friend’s Anadolu Yakası Escort mother was very beautiful.

“You’ll have fun.” Valerie concluded our college discussion just as the phone rang. “Excuse me.” Valerie spoke with a soft, accent-less voice.

“It was Chet.” Valerie breezed back into the kitchen. “They got tickets for the baseball game tonight, he’s staying over at my sister’s. Sorry.”

“No problem.” I took the last drink of my Coke. “It was nice to talk with you. Thanks for the Coke.” I stood to leave.

“No, wait.” Valerie placed a light touch on my forearm, stopping me in my tracks. “Hold up. Stay a little while. I’d like to talk to you some more.” She seemed a little more awkward than normal but was smiling at me.

I had nowhere to go and wasn’t in the habit of turning down requests from adults so I sat back down at the table. Valerie immediately poured me another drink. She shuffled around the sink, putting things away without saying anything and then she came and sat at the table with me. Our silence had become a little strained suddenly. It felt like Valerie wanted to say something to me and as I had no idea what that might’ve been, I had no clue how to start the conversation. I mostly thought she wanted to talk about Chet. She’d asked me about his girlfriends once or twice, just in a maternal sort of way, not prying or uncomfortable.

Valerie sat across from me with her hands on the table, her fingers intertwining in a way that looked slightly nervous. I felt my own nerves start to build. What could she want?

“I…” She made a false start and her eyes fell to her hands. “I think you saw us the other day. Bobby and I.” She finished her words looking into my eyes.

I thought about pleading innocent, that I didn’t know what she thought I saw, but the look in her eyes suggested there was no room for denial – she knew. I nodded.

“I’m sorry.” She seemed genuinely repentant. “Our yard is so private. The trees mean no one can see in, except from your bedroom, that’s the only angle. I guess we just got carried away.”

There was a faint smile on Valerie’s lips as she spoke, but her tone was quiet. I didn’t feel there was anything I could say that would either make her feel better or excuse my watching them.

“I saw you at the window. Afterwards.” She leaned forward, now a little conciliatory. “I guessed you’d been there for a while. I guessed you’d seen… everything?”

Rather than just nod again, I managed, “I did.”

“I’m so sorry. That wasn’t fair on you.” Valerie reached over and took my hand in hers. Her words sounded sincere.

I tried to reassure her. “It’s okay. It’s no big deal.”

“Are you sure? Do you want to talk about it? I don’t want you to feel bad about it.” Finally her somber tone broke a little, “Bobby and I are married after all.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s okay really. I didn’t think anything of it. I’m sorry I watched for so long… I just couldn’t help it.”

“You hadn’t seen anyone making love before?”

I wanted to answer honestly, but, being the age I was, didn’t want to expose myself as inexperienced in the ways of the world. “Yes, I mean, well, I have, but not… live like that. It was so real, if you know what I mean. I’m sorry you saw me.”

Valerie smiled softly as I spoke. I realized she was still holding my hand, like she was soothing me. I wanted to reassure her I was not psychologically harmed by the experience so blurted out, “It wasn’t a horrible experience, believe me.”

Somewhere, in that moment, the dynamic between us changed. I didn’t realize until later, but the air in the room started to change from the cool of uncomfortable discovery to the heat of a sexual discussion.

“Really? You enjoyed watching us?” I swear Valerie almost smirked.

I didn’t want to admit straight up that I’d “enjoyed” the scene, but wanted to convey that I was far from shocked or hurt by it. “It was… interesting. You know, it was beautiful in some ways. Kind of nice to see people who love each other making love like that.”

“Did it… did it excite you?” Valerie held my gaze and her grasp on my hand tightened a little.

I nodded my admission, hoping the next logical question, in my mind at least, didn’t come.

“That’s nice. I’m glad it wasn’t a bad experience for you.” I half-hoped at this point the discussion would be over, but also noticed that I was becoming excited by the topic, especially in the presence of the woman I’d watched having sex just a few days earlier. “Tell me, what did you find exciting?”

I thought for a few seconds, still unsure how much I wanted to divulge. “I… you looked very beautiful. You looked so good and comfortable together. It was all exciting.”

“Did anything surprise you?”

Hesitatingly, I admitted that one image was clearer than all the others in my mind. “I was surprised… how big he is. I had no idea.”

Now Valerie gave a short laugh. “Yes, he is big. You know Avrupa Yakası Escort all those stories about black men… Sometimes he’s too big, you know? You probably never think like that, but a man can be too big, when a woman can’t take all of him and the rest of his body never meets hers. It’s just a small thing…” we both giggled at the pun, “but occasionally it can be annoying.”

I didn’t have anything to add to her statements, so stayed quiet and let het carry on. “Men don’t need to be big to pleasure a woman, that’s a myth. Well, they need to be big enough, but not huge. Bobby can get huge, but sometimes he doesn’t get as hard as a smaller man would. You understand that?”

“Sure.” I tried to sound casual, but now I was having some size troubles of my own. My cock was straining in my pants.

“You don’t mind if I ask…” Valerie paused, “but what size are you?”

Now, that question caught me off guard. Without thinking too much I took my hand away from Valerie’s and used both hands to indicate a size of about six inches. “About that.”

“You see,” Valerie smiled widely now, “that’s just about perfect.”

Silence fell between us for a few moments there, both of us wondering what had just transpired and evaluating what our next words should be, where we went from here. Forget the whole thing or… “Is that what size it is right now?”

The moment wasn’t lost on me. We’d stepped way over the line of friendship between neighbor and friend’s mother. I thought about resisting, but I was eighteen… my will was weak and after all, I should always tell the truth, right?

“Yes.” I admitted.

“It’s very exciting, talking about sex like this? You think?” Valerie easily held my eyes, making our discussion easier, like there was nothing wrong with it. “Show me? Would you?”

She stood up and moved to the side of the table. The bulge in my pants was mostly hidden under the table, but if I moved there was no way I could hide anything from her. “Don’t be shy.” Valerie urged.

I slowly slid my chair out from the table. Valerie said nothing as the lump in my pants became obvious. I started to undo the belt from my jeans and pull down my zipper. I was aware that she was fully focused on my groin as I fumbled with my underwear and tried to release my cock from the tangle it had created. Finally I managed to expose the red, bulging head.

“Stand up.” Valerie commanded. “I can’t see very well down there. Pull the pants off.”

I stood up on shaky legs and quickly pushed my jeans and underwear down to my knees. My cock bobbed up when I stood — hard and proud, almost vertical in front of my T-shirt.

“You see,” Valerie didn’t take her eyes off me, “that’s a nice size. Looks wonderful.” I looked down and saw my cock twitch. I couldn’t remember ever feeling harder. Valerie stooped a little, looking closer. “Would you mind if I touched it?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, like she knew what the answer of any eighteen year-old would be. She reached out a hand and let her fingers explore my length with the lightest of touches, fingertips only. I watched as her hand moved over every inch of me, up and down the shaft, over the head and around the rim. Her touch was divine and I twitched as she let her gossamer touch wander all over my erection.

“You are so hard.” She didn’t look up. “I’ve not felt a cock this hard in years. Were you this hard when you were watching?”

“Yes.” I had to say something, despite the paralysis she was causing, as she couldn’t hear me nod.

“You look so good, feel so good. Your cock is beautiful.”

Despite the redness of my bulging head I saw my cock as virtually white against the blackness of her skin. Valerie took a slightly tighter hold and stroked me slowly. I started to worry about cumming, already feeling the unmistakable feelings of orgasm start to bubble up. I wanted to warn Valerie what she was doing, but she was way ahead of me.

“Feels like you need some release.” She looked up at me for the first time since she started looking at my cock. “Don’t worry. Do you want me to help you?”

“Oh God, yes. Please.” I was feeling the rise quicker now, much more forceful that I’d felt from my hand or the couple of girlfriends I’d been with.

“It’s okay.” She reassured, stroking me again and turning to watch. “Just let it happen.”

I had no other option by then, there was no way I could hold back. Valerie continued her slow strokes as my orgasm built with its increasingly unstoppable force. I felt my cock twitch several times as her light touch encouraged me. When I felt her other hand start to caress my balls the rush of orgasm took me completely.

I closed my eyes as the red hot waves washed over and through my body. I felt my cock start to twitch wildly in her hand, my cum not far away. She continued to caress me as I spurted, a small one fist, then a long line of cum that splashed down on the table… then another, and another. The next didn’t make İstanbul Escort it as far and some of my white cum landed on Valerie’s black skin, stark and erotic. My cock stayed twitching for almost a minute, dry now but the power of the climax obvious.

When I’d finished Valerie squeezed the last of my cum from my shaft and it seeped out of the end of my cock. Then she unexpectedly leaded down and licked it away from me. Though I couldn’t see her mouth, I was sure she’d swallowed it.

Valerie stood up and turned to me, smiling. “Looks like you needed that.” She turned away and retrieved a cloth to wipe the table. “I hope you didn’t mind, I guess we’ve both seen something intimate of each other. It was very erotic to see you, and feel you cum like that.” I sat down in my chair, my cock still hard and proud.

“It felt good.” I managed, trying to work out what had transpired in the last few minutes.

“Better than doing it yourself while watching the neighbors I bet.” There was a laugh in her tone as she threw the cloth to the sink and sat on the edge of the table.

I sat there wondering what to say next. I couldn’t conceive that this was going any further and wondered how I should wrap things up, literally and figuratively. Surely there was no way Valerie wanted something more? Could we go back to just being neighbors? How did that work? I had no experience in this area.

“You’re still hard.” She observed, pointing at my erection. “You young boys. Insatiable. I’d forgotten how that goes.” I watched as she brought her hand up to her breast, a deliberate, sensual move. “You think you have something more for me?”

As I nodded I felt my cock twitch again. It, at least, knew what was going on here.

“Why don’t you come here and undress me?”

It was an invitation I was never going to turn down. I stood, realized that my pants were still around my legs, and kicked them off. Not wanting anything to get in my way, I pulled off my T-shirt in a flash and stood naked in front of Valerie. She smiled, not in a mom way though.

I fumbled a little with the sides of her shirt before I started to pull it over her head. Valerie raised her arms to help me and I reached up and pulled it away. Her pink bra was full to overflowing as I looked down and took in the wonderful sight.

“Nothing to hide from you here I guess.” Valerie reached behind herself and unclipped her bra. “You’ve seen these.”

I had, but not close-up, so when Valerie pulled away the bra I was stunned at the beauty of her full figure. “You like?” She used her hands to push her breasts up for me. I nodded, marveling at the hard nipples I saw, realizing Valerie was getting naked with me, still thinking about the sex I’d witnessed. “You can touch them.”

I took the invitation as a small reprimand that I wasn’t moving fast enough as it was fairly obvious that I could touch them. I reached up and took both of Valerie’s breasts in my hands. They felt heavy and stayed round as I pushed them in and up. Valerie sighed as I found the buds of her nipples and squeezed them. They felt harder than I’d expected and much bigger. “Suck on them.” She commanded.

I stooped my head to her breast and took her nipple in my mouth. I sucked gently at first, felt Valerie react with pleasure and sucked harder. I rolled my tongue around her and played with her, then repeated my actions on her other nipple while squeezing the one my mouth had just left with my fingers. I felt Valerie’s hand on the back of my head, caressing me and encouraging my pleasuring of her.

While she let me continue to suck on her Valerie’s other hand reached down between us and searched for my cock. She found me still rock hard and made a small moan of approval as her fingers wrapped around me again. Immediately she started to stroke me with her palm and thumb while her fingers reached down as far as they could, touching my balls. I returned the action by bringing my hand to the front of her jeans, gently finding my way between her legs, feeling her heat and pressing hard against her pussy.

“Let’s get these off.” Valerie declared, already unfastening her jeans. I backed off as she pulled down the zipper and pushed them down over her hips. It was impossible not to notice that she wasn’t wearing panties. I tried to get a good look at her pussy when she’d shaken the jeans off her feet but with her dark skin and black pubic hair it was impossible to see. “Come. Let’s go over here.” Valerie took my arm and led me into the lounge, straight to the sofa.

“You want to get a closer look at what you saw from your window?” Valerie seemed to be reading my mind as she sat on the sofa and lay back, opening her legs so I could see her wide open pussy.

I kneeled down on the floor and got close to Valerie’s reclined form. I couldn’t take my eyes from her pussy and now I was able to see the lines of her pussy lips and the tangle of pubes above her slit. As I watched she reached down and used one hand to ease her lips apart and reveal her pink interior. I could see the slick sheen of her excitement and marveled at the stark contrast of her pink against her dark skin.

“You like?” She asked.

“Very much. You’re beautiful.” I meant it, I had never seen a woman with such a beautiful body, and now so available to me.

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Beholding Dawn

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I should have known.

Happy Nude Day, I thought sarcastically as I watched Wendy and Ron walk by, ignoring me as they headed toward the lake. We’d been the best of friends the last time we saw each other the year before, but Linda had obviously talked to them.

Yep — lucky me. Over forty with a hot, wild woman five years younger than me. Going to nudist camps, sex almost every day, threesomes… It had been an amazing couple of years.

I don’t know how long she’d been fucking the neighbor on the side, but when she got caught, she decided for some reason that I’d orchestrated it. That’s when I learned the hard way that she could go from zero to psycho bitch in nothing flat.

I popped open a beer and wondered for the third time in an hour whether I should just pack up and leave. But, I had no doubt the news of my hasty departure would reach Linda before I even got home. There was no way I was going to give her that satisfaction.

Besides, the campground was packed, and I loved the place. Sprite Lake had more amenities than any nudist camp for a couple hundred miles around. I saw plenty of fresh faces, and I was determined to enjoy myself. A pair of attractive blonde women about my age walking by a few seconds later was a good start. They were in good shape, gravity hadn’t taken much of a toll, and they weren’t shaved bare. I waved. They waved back and smiled.

I finished my beer, grabbed another, and headed down to the lake, where everyone was gathering for the Pre-Nude Day festivities. The well was too deep for Linda to poison it all.

Or so I thought.

I hadn’t counted on how tight-knit the regulars were. People I recognized but barely knew were staring daggers at me from the moment I reached the shoreline. It seemed like every time I turned around, the grapevine was sinking its tendrils into someone else.

Within a half hour, I was back in my lawn chair, gritting my teeth at the sounds of merriment. At that point, it didn’t matter if I left — Linda had won. I’d had three beers, so for safety’s sake I decided to sit for a couple of hours and grill some lunch before I packed up.

Imagine my surprise when Ron walked toward my camp a few minutes later. I tensed, expecting a confrontation, but then saw him nervously look over his shoulder.

“Hey,” he said as he stepped into the campsite.

“Hey. So, what line has she fed everyone?”

Ron blew out a long breath and once again looked back toward the path.

“Let’s go behind the RV,” I suggested.

“Sorry,” he said as he followed me. “It’s just that Wendy doesn’t know I came up here.”

“I get it. Happy wife, happy life. So, what’s the horror story?”

“She said you got drunk and hit her.”

My vision flashed red as I growled, “What? I never laid a hand on her — ever.”

“She said she had to go to the E.R.”

“What a load of shit. I was the one who ended up in the E.R. getting stitches in my forehead because she threw a plate at me.” I pushed my hair out of the way, revealing the scar. “I had to bring the cops with me to get what was left of my stuff out of her house. She destroyed most of it.”

“I knew it had to be bullshit.”

“But Wendy believes it.”

“Yeah. Look, I’m sorry. Bob and Will don’t buy it either, but Wendy has their wives at a boil.”

I sighed and said, “Well, I can kind of understand it after what Wendy went through with her ex-husband.”

Ron’s eyes hardened for a moment with that mention, but he shook it off. “Was there a police report in the paper?”

“From when they showed up that day and the next when I went back for my stuff.”

“Think you can get those and send them to me?”

“I hadn’t even thought of that. The library scans every issue. I may be able to get one of the guys from work to go and send them to me.”

Ron snapped his fingers and smiled. “That might be enough to convince Wendy. Speaking of which…”

“Go ahead. Last thing you need is to get caught talking to me, considering what she believes.”

“Hang in there, man.”

He held out his hand and I shook it. “Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt.”

“No problem. Sorry about everything.”

I chuckled half-heartedly. “Not as sorry as I am. I’ll make a call or two and see if I can get those police reports.”

“Here’s hoping.”

Knowing that at least a few of my friends didn’t believe Linda’s lies helped bolster my spirits. I headed straight into the RV and grabbed my phone. My friend Carl had the next day off, and said he would go to the library to get me what I needed.

Seeing light at the end of the tunnel, I fired up the grill and decided to stay. All in all, it wasn’t a bad day. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping, so I relaxed and enjoyed it. Ron, Will, and Bob even snuck away from their wives to have a beer with me later that evening. I knew that if Carl came through, there was a chance I might even be able to socialize with them openly at the big Nude Day party the next day.

I hit Bostancı Escort the bunk that night with a good buzz and a cautiously optimistic outlook.

****

It was barely light when I woke up the next morning. I’m hardly ever up before the sun, but my bladder proved to be a rather effective alarm clock. It was a long walk to the bathrooms, so I took a brief walk back into the trees to let off the pressure.

Feeling much better, I headed back into the RV. After a look at the bunk, I opted to grab the coffee pot instead. The walk in the brisk morning air had chased away the last vestiges of sleep, and watching the sun rise with a good cup of coffee sounded like just the thing. I had just sat the pot on the camp stove when a flicker of movement in my peripheral vision caused me to turn toward the trail.

Good god, I thought when I saw her. She had her back turned to me, showing off a perfect little butt bathed in the glow of the rising sun. From the second my eyes fell on her, I knew she was young. It was rare to see anyone less than thirty at the camp, but this girl had to be college-age.

Blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back, though most of it was pulled over her shoulders. It was a look I’d seen a lot of times over the last two years that I called the Lady Godiva. A woman with long hair could drape it over her breasts, giving tantalizing glimpses that were even more eye-catching than seeing them fully revealed.

As if in response to my silent wish, she turned, confirming the display that I’d already imagined. Then my eyes darted downward and I saw something else that tugged my lips into a smile. Close-cropped blonde hair adorned her mound, shaped into an irregular triangle pointing down. I’ve never been a big fan of the bare-shaved look.

Blame it on growing up in the 80s. I like a little bush.

I didn’t dwell on it, naturally. Even at a camp where everyone is naked all the time, there are limits. I lifted my gaze as she finished her turn toward me, and got the shock of my life.

“Dawn?” I muttered as I stared at Linda’s nineteen-year-old daughter, standing naked on the trail next to my camp.

“There you are,” she said, and broke out into a smile.

“Dawn?” I said again, too stunned to think.

“Uh huh. I’d ask how it’s hangin’, but I can see,” she answered, and then giggled. “Nice.”

Boy, that made my face burn. There was nothing I could really do about it, short of cupping my hands over my crotch. Though my hands twitched to do exactly that, I avoided that added layer of embarrassment and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Walking around naked. It’s pretty fun.” She stopped within arms’ length of me and said, “You’re blushing. Don’t you see people naked all day around here?”

It was already all I could do to maintain strict eye contact, and then she upped the ante. Her hands slipped beneath the golden curtains of hair, pulling them away and sliding them back over her shoulders. Her firm young breasts drew my eyes like magnets.

“They’re not as big as Mom’s, but what do you think?”

I think they’re the best tits I’ve ever seen in my life. I didn’t say it, but I couldn’t help thinking it — because they were. I eventually found the presence of mind to tear my eyes away from them and turned my head to stare off into the trees.

“Dawn, you should… I can’t…”

There was a hint of laughter in her voice when she asked, “Why?”

That’s a damn good question, popped up in my head.

She sidestepped in front of me again. “It’s not like you’re with Mom any more. Stupid bitch. That guy next door isn’t even that good looking. I’m going to start thinking I’m ugly if you won’t look at me. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

I knew she didn’t mean it, but she wasn’t giving me much of an option anyway. I took a deep breath, fighting against the tingle of blood trying to rush between my legs. “What kind of game are you playing?”

“No game. I knew you were here, and I’ve always thought you were hot. I like older guys. So…”

Before my brain could process that information, she took a step forward, slipped an arm behind my neck, and kissed me.

There’s no describing the full extent of thoughts and emotions that ran through my head in that frozen instant when her lips first touched mine. My sense of propriety told me to push her away before it went any further. There was no denying how bad it would look if anyone who knew who she was happened by. Jumbled in with those thoughts was the knowledge that Linda would lose her mind if she knew what we were doing. Considering what her mother had done to me, Dawn’s lips had the sweet taste of revenge — as if they weren’t sweet enough, anyway

In the end, it doesn’t matter what I thought, because my body left my brain in the dust. Overwhelmed with desire, I kissed her back — our tongues meeting in a slippery caress.

I slid a hand down to her taut bottom and pulled her closer, but not before her hand wrapped around my cock. She Ümraniye Escort moaned as I rapidly swelled in her grasp. I don’t know how long we were kissing and groping each other, but it was plenty long enough for me to get stone hard.

“Fuck, that’s a big dick,” she said with her lips still brushing mine.

The lull was enough for me to realize what we were doing. “Hold on. We can’t—”

She cut me off and said, “I thought we were a little past that,” while giving my cock a squeeze.

I really don’t know where the blood to fuel a blush and my erection came from, but it happened. “I meant out here. Camp rules.”

Dawn let out a purr and said, “Oh. Okay.” She let me go and started toward the RV.

I was only a step behind, and she had my cock in hand again before I closed the door behind us.

“Bet Mom would freak if she knew what I was doing right now, huh?” she said as she stroked me.

Thinking with her soft hand wrapped around me wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do. “Is that what this is about? You’re mad at her for something and trying to get under her skin?”

She giggled. “Oh, I like it, because Mom’s a bitch, but that’s not it. I haven’t had any good sex in like six months. I’ve heard the way you made her scream, so I’m betting you can do something about that. You can’t tell me you don’t like it too.”

“Yes, I like it,” I admitted, and reached up to cup her right breast in my hand.

“Mmm. So, do me.”

Her nipples had been calling to me from the moment I saw them, so I answered. She gasped as I wrapped my lips around the stiff little bud. I sucked it and flicked it with my tongue, making her shiver, and her other hand settled on the back of my head.

“So, are my tits better than Mom’s?”

I let her nipple go, and as I crossed to the other, I answered, “They’re perfect.”

“Oh yeah,” she gasped, and then twined her fingers into my hair. “You’re good at that. You’re making my little pussy so wet.”

There was an easy enough way to find that out. After a final suck, I straightened and slid my hands down to her hips. She walked backwards toward the bed when I pushed, and sat down the moment her legs touched it. I had to give my cock a squeeze to quell the throbbing as she lay back and spread her legs.

“Like that? Bet it looks better than Mom’s worn out old cunt, huh?”

“So much better,” I answered. She was really getting off on comparing herself to her mother. Can’t say that it wasn’t working for me too. I reached down and slid a finger inside her. Her muscles tensed, clamping down on it.

“Told you I was wet.”

“Bet it tastes better than your Mom’s too.”

“Mmm! Why don’t you find out?”

I was already kneeling before she finished the moan. She playfully yelped, and then giggled when I grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge. I took a deep breath of her womanly perfume while nuzzling my nose in the hair on her mound. It was just long enough to curl, and left her nether lips bare.

A hand pushed down on the back of my head and her hips lifted. “Oh, I’m so hot. Eat my pussy.”

I thought about teasing her a little more, but honestly, my mouth was watering and I couldn’t wait. I broke out into goosebumps from the first taste of her. I doubt there was anything different about the bittersweet nectar that coated my tongue, but the excitement of going down on a girl half my age made her taste like heaven.

“Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm. Oh yeah,” she moaned as my tongue danced over her pink petals.

Her hips undulated on the bed, and I looked up to see her squeezing her breasts. Our eyes met and she gasped. That’s when I decided I wanted a better taste. She squealed when I stabbed my tongue in deep.

“So good,” I growled before giving her a hard, broad-tongued lap that ended at her hood. She gave a squeaky little cry when my tongue pressed it against her clit.

I pulled out every trick in the book after that. Quick flicks, hard laps, sucking on her hood — the works. Soon enough, I realized that she responded to each touch almost exactly like her mother did. I’d had plenty of practice at that, which was good. I desperately wanted to make her come, and come hard. From the way she was writhing on the bed and crying out, I suspected I was getting there.

“Yes. Yes. Just like that. Don’t stop. Oh my god. Oh, you’re going to make me come.”

I responded with a growl while sucking her hood between my lips again. I flicked her exposed clit with my tongue, and felt the muscles in her thighs tense up. An increasingly louder series of whimpers tumbled from her lips, and she was there.

I held on tight, keeping her pussy within reach as she lurched and screamed in release. Her labia twitched against my lapping tongue as I drank up her juices, keeping the pressure on. She thrashed like a thing possessed with the covers bunched up in clawed fingers. All the while, her screams and yelps filled the RV with a symphony of sweet ecstasy.

She pushed on Anadolu Yakası Escort my head, but I devilishly gave her clit a few rapid flicks, drawing out a quavering groan. That’s when her fingers twined into my hair and pulled at the roots as well, so I let her go.

Dawn gasped as I sat back, and her thighs snapped together with the speed of a bear trap. Whimpers mingled with her gasps for breath while violent shudders continued to rock her. I smiled and licked her juices from my lips as she slowly settled back to earth.

My knees were feeling it by that point, so I got up off the floor and sat down next to her. She looked up at me and seemed as if she were about to speak, but another shockwave wracked her body, sending her into a panting fit. I reached out and caressed her ass while she caught her breath, and smiled at her when her eyes fluttered open again.

In a weak voice, she muttered, “Oh my… Fucking wow.”

“Good?”

She shivered and offered a brief chuckle. “You think? God. Most guys are just slobbering around down there.”

“I’ve probably got a few years of experience on them.”

“It shows. God, Mom is stupid.”

“Can’t argue with you there.”

She laughed, and then moaned while reaching between my legs. I gasped as she rubbed in a generous amount of pre-cum that had seeped from me while I was going down on her. A mischievous grin spread across her face, and she started wriggling toward me.

I groaned as her fingers curled around me. The first swipe of her tongue made me throb, stole my breath, and caused another drop of pre-cum to well up. She let out a hungry moan as she scooped up the treat, and then took me in.

I sighed and stroked her hair as she gave me head — softly sucking and teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue. Then she let me slip from between her lips and curled her tongue around the tip. After another quick suck, she gave me two broad-tongued laps while looking up into my eyes.

This was one place where she differed a lot from her mother. Linda had always been aggressive with her blowjobs. She sucked hard and deep-throated me — gagging and slobbering a lot. It did the trick, but I was finding Dawn’s approach a lot more pleasurable.

She stroked me with one hand in a loose grip while the fingertips of the other caressed my balls. She licked the shaft and gave me head more often than taking me in. When she did, it was always with soft sucks and a lot of tongue action. Whether it was the truth or not, it gave the impression that she was enjoying it.

The itch built slowly in my tip, but build it did. My breathing picked up, mixing with moans and groans as she pushed me toward the edge. I swear that every time the head wasn’t between her lips, it was oozing pre-cum. When the itch began to spread down my shaft, I put a restraining hand on her cheek.

“Getting too close. Take me too long to get hard again,” I warned.

She pouted and let out a disappointed moan, but the sparkle in her eyes told me it was an act. My cock bounced and bobbed — glistening with her saliva — as she sat up and caressed her body.

“God, you are so sexy,” I said while she was tweaking her nipples.

She wrinkled her nose and grinned. “Thank you. Sexier than Mom?”

“You know it.”

Dawn giggled and swung a leg over me, straddling my stomach. I could feel the damp heat of her pussy against my skin, making my cock tap her in the butt. The wide-splayed fingers of both hands glided up my chest, and she leaned down. Her fingers slid behind my neck at the same time as her nipples tickled my chest, and she kissed me.

Not once did I think about her having had my cock in her mouth and drinking up a continuous flow of pre-cum. I matched her kiss with equal passion and let my hands roam all over her back.

When her lips pulled away from mine, she said, “Why don’t you warm me up while that cum settles back down?”

“I could lick your sweet pussy all day,” I answered, lost in the sight and feel of her.

“Mmm… That’s tempting, but I want that cock too.”

There was no need to get up, because she brought the treat to me. I barely gave her time to straddle me before I pulled her down to my lips.

I felt her shiver as my tongue parted her folds and she said, “Ohhh, you really do like that don’t you?”

I moaned, “Uh huh,” without stilling my tongue.

“Me too.”

Dawn’s hips rocked back and forth as I lapped her, leaving me with her juices smeared from the tip of my nose to my chin. With her sitting on my face, I got an even better taste of her nectar, but I still couldn’t get enough. She panted, whimpered, and moaned, grinding her wet heat against my lips as her passions soared.

Forget warming her up. I wanted her to come on my tongue again.

It wasn’t to be, though. She sucked in a sharp gasp as she pulled away from me, and then pushed herself backward.

“I need you inside me,” she said in a breathless voice as her ass bumped against my erection.

She rose above my hips, taking my cock in hand, and settled it against her folds. After a little wriggling that wetted the tip, she sank down on it. We both gasped as my cock slipped into her tight canal. She groaned as she slowly pushed back, engulfing me in her hot embrace, inch by inch.

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James waited with nothing short of fear as he lay face down on the bench. His hands handcuffed above his head. Completely naked. And helpless. There was a silence. Then…WHACK! The most horrendous pain to his right buttock. Again he felt tears starting to well. The pain felt worse as seconds subsided. Then…WHACK! This time to his left buttock. Somehow it didn’t feel quite so bad as the first. Then immediately WHACK! That right buttock was now very sore and his firm cheeks were flinching. Again when the alternate whack hit his left buttock it wasn’t with quite the same force but it still hurt very badly. This alternate torture continued until 25 whacks were administered on each cheek. James counted for some reason. How he wanted this madness to end. What had he done to deserve this? His eyes were welling but somehow he was getting angry and his pride stopped him wailing. All the time James was conscious that the ladies subjecting him to this extreme torture said nothing. Not a word.

The two beautiful women winked at eachother. Paula looked almost triumphant with the small leather whip in hand, licking her lips with glee. Felicity surprised herself with how good it felt. She had initially a problem with hitting the youth yet soon picked up as much momentum as her friend, whacking James with increasing vigour on that wonderful left buttock.

“How did that feel James darling?” purred the smug Paula.

James was now very irritated. He chose to ignore what he thought a stupid question.

“Oh dear, we’re not sulking are we?” Paula laughed.

“No I’m fucking not!” The now indignant youth retorted.

Paula majestically walked to the front of the bench and lifted his head by his hair.

“Now THAT’S not a nice way to speak to your Auntie Paula is it?” She smiled and kissed him full on the lips.

“Ok Felicity, release him.” Paula instructed suddenly.

“Good idea” replied the beautiful mature voluptuous blonde as she immediately proceeded to unlock the handcuffs. After his ankles were released James instantly turned on his back to scream “OW!”

“Yes darling” smiled Paula. “Those gorgeous cheeks will be very sore for a while, so I would keep still if I were you!”

James was wobbly on his legs but jumped to his feet. He covered his manhood that was surprisingly he thought very erect.

“Where are my clothes?” he shouted. The anger mainly at Paula.

“In a safe place.” Paula folded her arms as if to accentuate her huge breasts in the tight black basque. She was not to be challenged it was obvious.

James looked at Felicity but she awkwardly shrugged “Sweetie your clothes are safe. Why dont you just relax? It’s your birthday!” Felicity looked at the youth’s incredible muscular body and beautiful sweet, sweating face. His blond hair now soaked due to the duress he’d just been subjected to. How she wanted to cradle him and love him. And how she’d love his young cock inside her. She wanted him so much. Her crotch was soaking.

Paula was also thinking much the same. Those many hours masturbating over this similar scenario and now the dream was almost complete. But she needed his body.

The youth shook his head angrily and ran to the front door. It was locked.

“Please let me go” he pleaded. The ladies said nothing. Paula smiled. Felicity just looked at Paula.

James ran to the phone. Quickly he dialled home. Surprisingly the ladies didn’t seem to intervene. It was so difficult to cover his erect member whilst dialling. Then it rang. Please pick the phone up mum. Please. But no. No reply. Bollocks. Where is she? James had an idea. Pretend he’s talking to her. They will never know.

“Mum will you please come over to Felicity’s place now?! Will explain when you get here. Thanks. What? Half an hour. Ok, see you then.”

The ladies seemed unperturbed. Paula slowly and seductively walked towards James. She got within a few inches of his face. Then the redhead kissed him. James didn’t exactly resist, though he kept his genitals covered. Her tongue darted in his mouth and he felt her firm large breasts press against his chest. She smelt exquisite. She held his face then nibbled his neck. Her tongue proceded to lick his chest. Then she dropped on her knees to lick his navel area. His hands were still protecting his manhood but Paula simply pulled them away. He hardly resisted. Immediately she planted tiny kisses around his now huge cock and full balls. What a wonderful body he had she thought. Although his buttocks were very sore Paula’s kneeding of his arse seemed to make his dick even harder. Paula resisted taking that wonderful weapon fully in her full lips, just teasing the youth with loving kisses. She slowly rose to her feet.

“Come with me my darling.” She held his hand and took him nearby to Felicity’s large İstanbul Escort fireplace, where a huge kingsize white rug lay. James stood in the middle, now only semi conscious of his nakedness. Felicity followed. The two beautiful woman stood together in front of him. Their heavy breasts heaving under their basques. Their legs looked amazing in black fishnet stockings and high heels. They both nodded at eachother. Slowly and both whilst looking James directly in his eyes, Paula turned her back to Felicity as her friend unlaced her basque. Then vice versa. Till both women let their huge breasts on display. James was in heaven. Paula had pale skin with much bigger tits than he’d ever thought. They drooped slightly but were almost begging to be worshipped. Felicity was surprisingly even bigger in the breast department. Slightly tanned with huge erect nipples. Yes they drooped, but boy they were beautiful. Felicity suddenly became more assertive. She so wanted James. She stepped forward and gave him the most passionate kiss she’d ever given anybody. How she loved his youthful taste. How she wanted him so. She lovingly smiled at him.

“Sweetie- I want you to suck Auntie Felicity’s big titties. Will you do that for me please?” James nodded. The truth was the beautiful youth had only ever sucked one pair of breasts before. And they were equally huge. How he loved them.

Felicity held her right breast up for his young face. James immediately dived to that wonderful breast- licking, sucking, gently biting, it was devine. Then he grabbed the other. He was in heaven. So was Felicity. Surprisingly she pulled him to the floor. Her beautiful face and huge breasts looked exquisite next to the expensive white rug.

“Put your huge cock between my big breasts James” she instructed. He did as he was told and he mounted between those huge titties. She held them tight around his now thrusting cock.

“Does that feel good poppet?”

“Oh yes. Thankyou.”

“Ever done this before?”

“Never.”

Felicity was gasping heavily and thought long and hard before asking the next question.

James- Paula and I want to know something. “Promise to tell the truth?”

James was so enjoying himself he’d have said anything.

“Promise.”

Felicity hesitated. His thrusts were becoming faster and she was getting very aroused.

“Are you a virgin?”…

James seemed shocked by the question. His thrusts slowed. He lowered his head. Then Paula lowered her head to his.

“Well, darling- are you?” You HAVE to tell us the truth because we will know.”

“Yes.” He reluctanly replied.

“Good boy.” Paula kissed him on the cheek.

Felicity then lifted herself away from his throbbing cock.

“We didn’t want you milking over Auntie Felicity’s titties too soon did we poppet?”

James wasn’t so sure. “Um, no”.

Both beauties stood in front of him again. Jeanette hot and flustered. Her cunt she could feel was dripping copiously. Her breasts loved the attention and she wanted much, much more. She felt a maternal love for him now almost. Also she so desperately wanted to be his first. The thought of his young spunk entering her almost made her pass out with ecstasy.

Paula had similar thoughts. She’d watched a little jealously while he enjoyed her friend’s breasts but was delighted he never came. His virgin testicles looked huge. How she so wanted to be his first. He would then remember her forever. And of course this was her idea from the outset! Time for Paula to take the initiative.

“Have you ever licked a girl darling? You know, between her legs?”

“No” he meekly shook his head.

“Ok. It’s showtime!” Paula unclipped her panties and lay beside the youth.

“Right my little darling- make a pig of yourself. Lick Auntie Paula’s cunt. Now!”

James wasn’t overly sure what exactly he was to do, but as she spread her legs very wide, he was aware of an amazing pungent and seductive smell between her legs. Tentatively he sniffed her wonderful crotch. A carefully trimmed red crotch. Juices were running from it. How he wanted to taste them. The more aggressive Paula was getting impatient.

“Go on you little fucker. Get on with it. Let your instincts take over. Lick it now!”

James kissed the area. Paula then opened her cunt wide for him to see it in all it’s glory. He was in total awe of the shape, the throbbing, the juices. His tongue then proceeded to enter her. Paula immediately screamed. Somehow the youth did a great job of licking and sucking the lips and every part inside, also using his fingers without prompting. But he hadn’t quite find her clitty yet. Paula opened even wider.

“Darling that’s amazing, but please lick this little button at the top. Yes- that’s it! ARGH! Good boy. Kadıköy Escort Very good boy!”

James mastered Paula’s clitty remarkably well as it was the first ever time. Varying the speed and motions- horizontal, vertical- he was doing a great job. Paula screamed.

“I’M COMING! YES! YES! DON’T STOP! OH YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD! HERE IT IS. AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”

The redhead squirted what seemed gallons of her sweet juices in the youth’s face. He had no idea a woman made so much noise! Paula bucked so much James couldn’t keep his head in place anymore. Then she just lay there, in all her voluptuous glory. The rug was soaked. She lovingly looked at him.

“Now, shall I make sure you’re no longer a virgin my darling? Don’t you want your Auntie Paula to take your cherry?…”

Felicity was getting jealous. She wanted that honour. As a delaying tactic she wanted the same treatment as her friend.

“Not before you’ve licked Auntie Felicity poppet!”

Paula shrugged. Felicity, now highly aroused after witnessing her friend’s orgasm, simply got down on the rug, unclipped her panties and pretty much pulled the youth between her legs. Her crotch was shaved (Felicity was grey in that area when grown) but simply dripping already. James knew what to do and headed straight for her clitty. He also grabbed her huge breasts whilst licking, something that sent Felicity crazy. It didn’t take long before the beauty screamed.

“OH I LOVE YOU POPPET!! Y-E-S!!!”

Again, she squirted and soaked the area, though her bucking was much less so than Paula. Felicity somehow would have let herself go more if she had the youth alone she thought. That said, that was her best orgasm ever. From a virgin boy.

For a short while there was silence. Two semi content voluptuous women lying on a rug with stockings and suspenders…and a very frustrated naked beautiful blond youth. Paula was about to make a suggestion. Then there was the noise of the front door opening. All three of them froze….

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” Charlotte couldn’t believe the sight before her.

Her mum Felicity jumped up in pretty much all her naked glory.

“Charlotte, I th..thought you were staying out tonight.” She wanted to die at that point.

“OBVIOUSLY!” Charlotte was stunned at the sight before her. Made all the worse by her gran Glenis following behind. The shame felt by Felicity that HER mum had seen this was the worst nightmare possible.

Glenis said nothing. James was looking to the point of tears.

Charlotte boldly walked to the huge rug where what appeared a huge orgy had just occured. Then Charlotte burst out laughing.

“I know you!” She pointed at the youth. James looked uneasy, having covered his swollen manhood upon their entering.

“GRAN! You know this boy don’t you?!” Suddenly all eyes were on Glenis. The older woman looked flustered.

“Why, yes- James does my gardening. Your mum and I have known his family for years. Why?”

Charlotte laughed. She looked at the gorgeous boy and thought how she’d wanked over him earlier. But shall she drop her gran in it? No, what’s the point? So she takes photos of him. So she masturbates over him. Who cares? But she now had something on all of them. And she was a bitch. So she thought of a condition to keep quiet.

“Right. I don’t really care what’s been going on here. But I’m guessing you want me to keep quiet, right?”

Her mum Felicity immediately nodded. So did Paula. Then James. Even Glenis nodded though not so obviously.

“Ok. I’m getting married shortly as you all know. I am marrying one pig ugly bastard for his money. I admit it. So I’m a bitch. Yeah I know you’re cringing mum, but I am. Well he wants us to have a baby pretty much as soon as we’re married.” There was suddenly an uneasiness amongst all the other women as they looked at eachother.

Charlotte pointed at James. “HE will impregnate me tonight.”

Paula immediately shouted:

“NO! You can’t do this Charlotte. He’s only a boy”.

“Paula’s right Charlotte darling. You have no right.” Glenis remarked.

“Also” added Felicty sheepishly “He’s still a cherry Charlotte. Let the poor lamb make his own choice for the first time eh?”

Charlotte burst out laughing.

“Ha! You fucking hypocrites! So what you been doing tonight? Playing strip poker?!”

She turned to James.

“ARE you a virgin James?”

He looked at all three women.

“Yes. I’m still a virgin.” He bowed his head almost in shame.

Charlotte paused and nodded.

“Yes, I believe you. Right I’M in control here and you three are going to watch. Ok?” Nothing was said.

“Gran. Step away from the door and come onto the rug. That’s it. Right, James, I want you to undress my gran Ataşehir Escort so she’s like these two sluts!” Charlotte was laughing to herself, knowing her mum and Paula were furious and that her gran had seen James naked before, yet she felt she could now do as she pleased. Glenis shook her head whilst looking at her brat of a grandaughter.

“Go on James, undress her- NOW!”

James tentatively unbuttoned her blouse. Glenis looked at him lovingly. She did love him so. And she knew it was only HER huge breasts he’d ever kissed, at least until tonight.

“There’s no need for him to” Glenis intervened seeing the boy was embarrassed. “I’ll do it myself.” Off came her blouse. Then shoes and skirt. Down to her white corset and black stockings.

“Corset off gran.” Teased Charlotte.

As she stood there in just her stockings and suspenders as were the other two beauties, apart from being grey and heavier she more than held her own amongst them. Her breasts were positively enormous. James sported a huger erection than ever, something all the females stared at.

Charlotte grinned. She knew now was her most fertile time of the month. This guy is beautiful and she wanted his baby. Anyway she needed fucking badly. She guessed that these bitches wanted to take him and no doubt had got him to lick them judging by the state of the rug. But she knew his balls hadn’t been emptied and she so wanted to be his first- probably like they did. She arrogantly lifted her tiny white dress over her slim body, as if to rub it in how young and beautiful she was. Within seconds she had stripped down to her tiny panties, then, looking the youth in the eyes, slowly peeled them off. The other women were visibly irritated but Charlotte kept the discipline.

“Ladies, I want you all to stand next to eachother and watch.”

She wanted them to witness something she knew none of them would have made him do.

“James, first I want you to lick my arse.” The three ladies looked disgusted, but the beauty simply kneeled on the rug in front of them and stuck her perfect arse in the air.

“Come on James you little bastard- lick!” James didn’t need too much encouragement. He enjoyed the aroma and taste of her anal area and slurped her arse with glee.

“Oooh, that’s delicious. Yeah- keep licking. KEEP LICKING!” Charlotte rubbed her clit vigorously to meet with his licks. She was gonna come hard. She briefly smiled at her mum, gran and Paula- then- “ARRGGHH!!!” Visually squirting her copious juices all over the boys face. The women were all now furiously jealous.

“Ok James, guess what now?” Charlotte recovered quickly, slowly rubbing her cunt. James shrugged. After tonight he didn’t know WHAT to expect.

“You’re gonna be a daddy! I want you to put that huge virgin cock in me and empty those huge fertile bollocks up me. Do you think you can manage that?” James shrugged. The ladies were looking very angry, but didn’t know what to do.

Charlotte lay in the missionary position and turned to smile at the ladies. She was loving it.

“Now come on James, mount me. Look at my cunt, It wants you SO much. Come on, all yours…”

James did as he was told. His cock seemed to be finding it’s way in naturally. Again Charltte turned to the ladies out of smugness.

“You sad bitches. You wanted to take his virgin cock but it’s MINE! Tough luck you dozy cows!”

They all wanted to kill the bitch. But there it was, that lovely virgin cock they all wanted entering this little slut- with the aim of making her pregnant!

“YES! GIVE IT TO ME JAMES! YOU’RE NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE! PUMP ME! HARDER YOU BASTARD! HARDER!”

James was loving it but wasn’t going to last much longer. He grabbed her backside and pumped her hard.

“JAMES! MAKE ME PREGNANT! GIVE ME A BEAUTIFUL BLOND BABY! OUR BABY! OUR SECRET! FUCK ME!”

He was starting to get noisy. James had so much sperm churned up waiting for release. Briefly James looked to the side- to suddenly find all 3 woman furiously masturbating on the rug! They all smiled at him. Glenis blew him a kiss. Paula licked her teeth and winked. Felicity looked at him lovingly and shouted whilst rubbing her clit and teasing him with her breasts:

“GO ON MY POPPET! GIVE ME A BEAUTIFUL GRANDCHILD! I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER MY DARLING!”

Charlotte joined in: “SPUNK UP ME BASTARD! I WANT THAT BABY NOW! ARGH!!!” The beauty came again.

Then the youth was coming, and coming, and coming, and “AAARRRRGGGHHH CHARLOTTE!!!!”

He pumped for what seemed an eternity. Charlotte then laid still for a few minutes so all that fertile sperm would do it’s job. She smiled to herself. She knew she was a selfish bitch, but so were the other sluts who should have known better she thought.

All 5 lay there motionless. Exhausted yet mostly fulfilled. Then the front door bell rang. Paula discreetly ran to the side window to see who on earth it was at this time.

“Um, James- it’s your mum!”

James shook his head. None of tonight made any sense. But it was a birthday he would surely never forget…

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Twenty-five goes into fifty a lot more than fifty could go into twenty-five. Four breasts make two boobs. One is too much but four isn’t enough. Basic math, no doubt. My friend Sue getting gang banged, basic stupid. Me, the gray haired granny and my other friend Wendy being the bodyguards at the show, basic bizarre and that’s what Literotica stories are made of.

There we were, Wendy and I looking at each other as we sat at a kitchen table in a double wide trailer in Central Ohio. Coffee mugs and a cell phone on the table as a few snow flurries started to fall. Down the hall, in a bedroom, Sue was getting ready. Outside, sitting in a car, four oversexed guys she worked with were deciding who got what. Once upon a time in my life I had decency, I had morals, I was repulsed by shit like this. Once upon a time in my life I never said words like shit too. I sipped my coffee and gave it all a shrug.

“Why’s she doing this?” Wendy asked with a glance down the hall and a frown. “I mean, she’s got a guy on the side anyway, doesn’t she? The guy who knocked her up along time ago, that one.”

“Not any more,” I said, shaking my head. “He’s out of the picture. He wasn’t about to move in even after Herb divorced her. He just wanted to bang her, not love her. They’re both tools, no more and no less.”

“So she does the guys at work?”

“Guys I used to work with,” Sue corrected us, walking into the room. “I quit. Fuck that place, fuck cleaning bed pans, fuck them. Fuck everything.”

“So you do this?” I asked, shaking my head. “Put out payback? Doesn’t make any sense.”

“It makes perfect sense,” Sue said softly, taking some coffee for herself. “They said I was a whore. Spread the lie all through work. Everybody was whispering it and not a damn one of it would say it to my face. That I was a whore. I’m proving it. Bastards.”

“Jesus,” Wendy gasped. “Prove it?”

“Prove it and humiliate them, all at the same time,” Sue said, forcing a smile. “The one behind the wheel out there, Bobby. He’s the one who started the rumor. I confronted him, if I’m such a whore, why doesn’t he? Why doesn’t he come on over and fuck me out. Him and all his friends who think it’s so funny. He’s never screwed a girl in his life. Neither has Brad, the other one in the front seat. Not sure about Jeff, I don’t think he has, he’s too nice a guy to fool around easy. I know Larry has though, he banged the receptionist until her boyfriend found out.

“Assholes want to talk shit, they’d better back it up, don’t you think?”

There was some wisdom in the thought, I had to admit that. I nodded to Sue and then Wendy before I said, “And we’re…..?”

“In case they get stupid,” Sue shrugged. “Call the cops. They know, the guys, if they get dumb, it’s not going to be pretty for them. For the rest of their lives. They can get this, but they will behave.”

“And if they think we’re party favors too?” Wendy said, arching an eyebrow.

“You want to be?” Sue grinned.

“Hell, no, ” I gasped.

“They know I’ve got protection,” Sue giggled. “I told them you two are kung fu masters who will kick the shit out of them too. They’re so stupid they believe it. They believe I’m actually going to enjoy the act. Not me, just the humiliation.

“You guys ready?”

Numbly I nodded, thinking suddenly how far I’d come in the last twenty years. I had been such a good girl, letting my husband be my first and only for so long. The floodgates opened eleven years ago though, falling in love with another man, taking him as a lover, learning so much I never knew, I never dreamed. Hell, writing about so much of it and now this. My friend about to get ganged up on, not twenty feet away and I wasn’t Kartal Escort even offended. Hell, I understood.

Sue moved to the door and waved towards the car, standing, watching as one of the back doors opened.

“Larry,” she muttered. “Wonder if they tossed a coin?”

The oddness of the comment blanked my brain, any thought I might have had gone at the moment. I just sat and watched a young man, maybe 25, maybe closer to 20, come up the three steps and through the opened door. He looked at Sue and then glanced at us. A nervous young man who looked away quickly, as if we’d somehow break his balls.

“Down the hall,” Sue ordered. “How come you get firsts?”

I didn’t hear his answer, maybe I was still blanking out, maybe he just didn’t say anything. Not that it mattered. I glanced out the window, the car close enough I could see three anxious young men, close enough I could read their minds. They couldn’t believe it either, they were getting laid. My friend Sue, taking on the nursing home guys. I turned my head to look at Wendy, her looking out the window too when a motion caught my eye.

Jesus Christ, she wasn’t going to shut the door and I could see it all. This Larry clown had reached for the buttons on her shirt but Sue shook her head. She said something, probably telling him to undress and then she turned towards the door. He was out of sight now, at the foot of the bed I guess. She was looking right at us as she undid the three buttons on her blouse. God, she still has a body, even at fifty. A totally flat tummy, I hate her. Sue dropped the blouse and with one motion unhooked a flimsy little black bra. The girl is big, heavy, sagging breasts with dark chocolate colored nips. She unsnapped her jeans, sliding them down as she turned back to the bed. As I turned away to stare outside.

I was trying, trust me, I was trying to concentrate on the bird flying past, even as the sounds of a bang began down the hall. The bedsprings were beginning to squeak, there were moans but I kept concentrating on that damn bird. Concentrating hard, hard as a younger man’s member started to have its way.

“Yep, he’s screwed before,” Wendy whispered. “No cherry this one.”

I looked, I admit it, just for that instant that leaves an image in the brain forever. Sue on her back, this Larry at her breasts feeding as she cradled his head in her arms. As she tilted her head back to savor the sensation building in her own body. Knowing a young stallion was about to please himself and her. I snapped my head away, back to the outside and let my embarrassment be shown to just a reflection in the glass. Flushing beet red as suckling sounds were replaced by the lust grunts of a man and a single moan of a woman. As the room grew quiet and then the rustle of covers. Of clothes. Of footsteps.

“Jesus, four minutes,” Wendy giggled as a form swept out the door. “No wasted time in that one.”

“Might as well as been my husband,” I said without thinking and then burst out laughing at what I’d just said. Quick Shot Denny, bang the wife and fall asleep before most could smoke a cigarette.

“Round Two,” Wendy said between giggles, nodding to the car. “Let’s time this one. I say four again.”

Another twenty year old swept through the door, avoiding eye contact with the two old bags at the table. Sue had just come out of the bath, her with this thing about cleaning up after every session, stark naked and making him stop dead in his tracks. She didn’t say a word, just tilted her head back to the bedroom, letting him follow. We didn’t watch but we didn’t have to. Honest to God, this one gave us a play by play.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first met Tuzla Escort you.”

God, what a great thing for a guy to say as he’s taking his shirt off in front of a naked woman. So incredibly impressive. No wonder he backed it up with, “But I’ve never fucked anybody before.”

At least he was honest, I’ll give him that. Honest about first time, honest she’s got “huge jugs,” “need pussy,” and “let me” about a dozen times. Somebody must have told him you were supposed to grunt a lot too but didn’t say anything about going nice and slow. Shit, three times Sue had to tell him to calm down, finally managing to take it in her hand and at least get it close before he shot a load. She’s telling him it would be all right, he’d be better the next time and the two of us trying not to bust a gut laughing at the idiot.

In fact we were still giggling when Mister Cool sauntered out the door, now the big man of the world and full of both himself and shit. Trust us, a woman in Sue’s situation really doesn’t want to hear she’s great pussy from a guy would couldn’t even find it. She had quite a clean up job in the bathroom before Round Three, the short little cutie that slowly made his way to the door got to the real destination but she made it. A shy guy, doing his best to talk himself out of the unknown pleasure but still wanting to get this good stuff his friends were telling him about. The little cutie that might have made it all worth while for our good friend Sue.

I don’t know what was said when they went back to the bedroom or as he undressed, the words were too low, too murmured. Wendy and I had gone back to bird watching while he undressed and then climbed into bed. We were blanking out and then we heard it, that long, low lust growl of a woman most pleasantly surprised. Of a woman about to be well, well pleased. Both of us snapped our heads around to the sound, my mouth falling open I know. Jesus Christ, a superstar was being made.

It was as obvious as the massive breasts on Wendy’s chest, this man was all man. Just an instant’s glance was proof of that huge detail. Sue was on her back, her eyes as wide open as her mouth but this girl doesn’t give blowjobs. Not now, not ever, she thinks it’s gross. I don’t, but just for my lover, but no matter. The issue was what was on Sue learning how this was done. His upper body was raised up, his lower inserted in the proper slot and Sue was going wild. Her nipples were like diamonds, rock hard standing straight up. Her body quaked, she was coming all over this guy and he was totally stupefied. Dumbfounded but he was in her. All in her as she came again with an animal groan. Wendy and I tore our eyes away, looking first at each other and then outside, both knowing what it all meant. Both almost going into heat.

Almost, not quite, we were the hall monitors after all. Hot coffee refills to cool down two hot bitches, that was in order. We knew this one had talent, no doubt. No doubt when he came too, his lust groan matching Sue’s perfectly on pitch, the lover’s symphony I only find with my own lover. Wendy and I were beet red but at least my nipples weren’t busting out of my bra and shirt like hers, silly girl she is. Almost heat and Sue just had a babe.

He nodded and tipped an imaginary cap to us as he left, not arrogant, not embarrassed but a man. A real man, total man now, he’d had himself a woman. We watched him leave, not wanting to say anything that would be crazy or stupid. I heard the bathroom sink run, Sue cleaning up for Round Four and flushed again. Hell, yes, I was popping out too.

“Jesus.”

Wendy and I snapped our heads around to the sound of the voice, Sue now standing in the doorway in just Anadolu Yakası Escort a flimsy little pair of panties, her breath still coming in gasps.

“He was huge. Jeff. Jesus, he is incredible.”

“We could tell,” I blurted out, stunned by my words, embarrassed by the silence and then joining the other two in hysterical laughter. We were all insane but damn, Sue had really found a good rookie, no doubt at all. Her breasts were still swollen, her nipples still hard.

“Back to work,” she shrugged, glancing out the door as the next got out of the car. “If he’s like Bobby…….”

Fortunately for sanity and deportment, Mister Four was another four minute wonder, another twenty-two year old kid turned into a man and too embarrassed to at least hold the poor girl a few minutes and give losing his virginity some dignity. A gang bang that was more like a gang fuck, guys sticking a willing woman, coming and calling it a day. Guys too embarrassed by their own stupidity and ours to even hang around.

Incredible but true, I’d gotten up to get us coffee, Sue was in the bath cleaning up and the car was pulling away. Those total, complete assholes, four of them taking turns on my friend and splitting like they’d just egged the place or thrown toilet paper in the trees. Call her a whore and treat her like one, the jackasses. By the time Sue came out of the bath, I was beyond pissed. I was ready to clip four sets of balls and use them on a pool table, the bastards. Real men, the dumbshits thinking with a pecker.

Sue shrugged it off, slipping on a bathrobe and coming out to join us at the table. She’d known they’d do something like this, probably off to write her name and number on the nearest bathroom wall. Brag on making the old lady scream and want more or maybe even taking all three of us on by the time the story got stretched enough. The three of us talked it out for nearly an hour, each of us pissed at the opposite sex more than we’d figure and still wanting some for ourselves. Me, my lover, Wendy my brother and Sue, this stallion she’d just discovered. Men, you got to hate them but damn, we love them too.

It was about an hour later, Wendy and I getting ready to split after Sue got out of the shower when there was a knock at the door. I hadn’t heard a car but there wasn’t one when I looked out the window. I shrugged towards Wendy and nodded for her to go ahead and see who it was. One glance at her as she opened the door and I guess there’s hope for men after all. Especially men who had just discovered women.

He is a most handsome little thing, this well-endowed Jeff, looking so cute with a dozen roses in his arms and a blush on his face. Goodness, to an old lady like me, I’d declare this young man had just fallen in love with an older woman. Such a silly young man, getting pretty flowers and trying to make conversation as he waited for a lady to appear. Goodness, makes two old ladies wonder if there might not be hope for this thing called men after all.

It’s been a month to the day since three asses and a real man came calling to a double wide trailer in Central Ohio looking for math lessons. Twenty-two into fifty and three sure don’t equal one, that sort of thing. In some ways it seems like light years ago and others make it seem like yesterday. My friend doing a gang bang, right in her own house. Taking on guys who wanted to humiliate her and still being a woman, not a slut. Taking on and making a change in one young man’s life…..and her own.

The little house four doors down rented last week, a nice couple moving in even if my dear, loving jackass husband thinks they’re a little odd. She’s so much older than he is, but he does agree they do seem happy. Almost too happy, but maybe they just enjoy doing math puzzles. Like how many times that twenty-two can get into fifty in a single night.

Yeah, that nice unusual couple named Jeff and Sue………….and what happens next could well be the stuff even more Literotica is made of.

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Banging into Sarah

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My name is – well, what difference does it make what my name is? I mean, you don’t care about me. You’re probably more interested in my little adventure and, if that’s the case, you’re one sick son of a bitch. But, okay, here goes.

Oh, hell, I don’t care if you want to know or not. I’m going to give you a little background about me anyway. If you don’t like, go screw yourself.

Still here? Fine.

I’m 42 years old and worked as a contractor for about 10 years before I got sick of the bullshit. It wasn’t the people I worked for who pissed me off. It was the damned people who worked for me. Drunk, high or lazy, many of them were completely unreliable and did shitty work.

So when I was able to put together the money, I quit my contracting work, went on down to the bank and purchased a nice little apartment complex. Because I have no use for maintenance workers either, I make it a point to do all the repairs myself. It’s my place so I take pretty good care of it, if I do say so myself.

I’m not making as much as I thought but I’m pulling down some regular change and I get some fringe benefits, as I’ll explain later.

Here’s a little more about me. If you don’t like it, tough.

I’m not as long as a horse but I’ve got a cock as thick as a small baseball bat. After about 15 years of women (never got married – most girls are whores anyway) saying they couldn’t get my monster in their fuck hole, I started to get the idea that I was sort of special in that department. Oh, I managed to get it in eventually. My feeling: if a woman can punch a baby out of that hole, she can take my thick dick in the other way.

Over time – and it got easier as I got older – I started to target mothers. Some of my buddies (assholes, most of them) said some mothers’ floppy cunts were no good as places to stick their dicks. I on the other hand found they were a very nice fit, thank you, and most of these ladies were only too grateful to find a man who could “fill them out.”

Okay, back to the fringe benefits at my complex.

I got to know most of the people in my buildings over time and, because I did such good work, there was an eager waiting list of people wanting me to repair the disposal or stop a leak or some damned thing or another that their limp-dicked husbands couldn’t or wouldn’t fix.

There are no children allowed in my complex (noisy, ungrateful bastards) so most of my tenants are older, although most of them have a family that doesn’t live with them any longer. I found myself spending more and more time providing upkeep to my buildings and I wasn’t getting out as much as I would have liked.

And the older ladies started looking better and better to me.

The first one I took was Catherine, a retired schoolteacher of about 60, with a big wide smile, liberal politics and a pussy as wide and friendly as all outdoors. She gasped the first time I fucked her but as soon as I bottomed out in her hole, she was fine and I grabbed a mouthful of tit and hung on for dear life as she soaked my cock dry.

Oh, yeah, and I got her washing machine working again too.

Then there was Margaret and Frances, Catherine (again) and Sally who I fucked in the kitchen while her fat good-for-nothing husband snored away while watching the History Channel (yeah – we get cable in our building too).

Most of the women came on to me in one way or another which at first was surprising and then I started to expect it.

I was in the middle of boning Emily, a fat 60-ish librarian at the nearby elementary school, when I realized she had never really come on to me. I just expected I could have her if I wanted. Fortunately, Emily didn’t seem to mind but I never had the chance to bonk her again.

The reason is Sarah. And here’s where my story gets kinky – although, as they say, it’s only kinky the first time.

Sarah is Emily’s mother and she lives in the second bedroom at their apartment. She had been at a doctor’s appointment when I replaced some bad carpeting in their living room and put the meat to Emily. Usually, however, Sarah was home all the time either watching television or sitting on the balcony that overlooks Bayan Eskort the courtyard – and, yes, I take great care of the courtyard too. The lawn is mowed by me, flowers are planted in the spring and I even put in an irrigation system so it all stays green.

Sarah is 90 years old.

Hey, don’t give me any crap! I’m just telling the story. If you don’t want to hear, go elsewhere. I don’t give a shit.

Not leaving, huh? You are a sick bastard.

Anyway, I know Sarah is 90 because she told me. I went back up to their place because the cheap-ass carpeting I put in earlier had wrinkled up and Emily was afraid her mother would trip over it. I didn’t want that so I got up there in a hurry.

It turns out it was my fault, which is pretty unlike me. I did a crummy job putting it in but I had it fixed in short order. Keep the customer happy, that’s my motto.

Sarah let me in. She had a pretty smile and her own teeth but there’s no getting over the fact that she was an old woman. She came to the door pushing a walker – which was a little tricky on the carpet – and invited me in.

Like many old women, she wore a simple shift because, I guess, it’s easier to get in and out of. She didn’t have the “old woman smell” that you sometimes get. You know what I mean. The fact is, she didn’t really smell like anything. She just pushed her walker along and sat down on the couch. On the way, she pulled out an album from the bookshelf and plopped down on the sofa with a sigh.

After I fixed the carpeting and was ready to leave, Sarah said, “This is my Henry. He was a policeman, you know.”

Of course I didn’t know but I’ve got no use for cops. Bullies, most of them. Still, I smiled and nodded.

“He’s been gone more than 30 years now.”

My mom has lived alone for a long time because of my dad’s early death (he never took care of himself. I eat right. He didn’t) so I was a little sympathetic. I walked over to the couch and she turned it around and showed me a picture of Henry. Ugly, fat fucker but I nodded appreciatively.

“This is when we went to Niagara Fall,” and Sarah pointed a bony finger at the page. There was Sarah about 50 years ago in black and white. I squinted to get a good look but it was easy to see she was an attractive woman. In the photo she looked a little like Emily but thinner and, of course, younger. She had nice legs back then (she was wearing shorts) and sweet little thighs that sort of floated out of the shorts.

I looked down at her legs now but they were mostly covered. Still, I could see her legs were shaved. I sat down next to her.

For the next 20 minutes she showed me photos of everybody including Emily who looked like she was always fat from second grade up to today. Sarah went on in her sweet, high-pitched old voice explaining this and that. I wasn’t listening but as I sat next to her I saw that she seemed to have – I don’t know how else to say it – a young neck. Her face was old and wrinkled but the neck that disappeared beneath the shift looked smooth and young.

I guess no one had spent this much time with her for quite a while. Whether it was that reason or another, I don’t know, but Sarah gently put her free hand on my thigh as she continued to show me pictures.

At first I smiled and interpreted this as the suggestion of keeping me in my seat so she could continue her story. But after a while, Sarah began to run her bony palm against my thigh in a slow stroking motion. At first I thought it was like she was patting the head of a child but as my pecker started paying attention, I realized it was possibly something more.

Her tiresome high-pitched droning continued and her strokes grew longer and eventually the heel of her palm brushed my hardened pecker and she paused for a moment, pressed against it, then again with the slow brushing motion, pause at the pecker, back to the brushing, droning on.

Sarah’s breath was picking up a bit and sped up even more as I placed a tentative hand on her thigh through the shift. I could feel the boniness of the leg but there was some bulk there. Now she spread her legs apart just a little, making it easier for Anadolu Yakası Escort me to stroke her leg.

Finally, she put the album down on the other side of her and just laid her liver-spotted hand on my hardened cock through my work jeans.

At the same time, I pulled up her shift and started running my hand along her bare thigh which was smooth and only occasionally veiny until I could just about brush her panties. I pushed a pinky finger against the cotton and felt her warm flesh.

Sarah was just looking straight ahead, saying nothing. She could have been asleep with her eyes open except her breath was coming in fast puffs. Finally, I did away with pretense and placed three fingers gently against her panty-covered crotch then pressed until I could feel warmth.

It’s true I hadn’t been laid in a while. Like I said, my job keeps me busy. But I was amazed at how horny this old woman was making me. Now she was starting to brush my cock with her hand and still didn’t look at me. I finally stood up.

Sarah continued to look straight ahead, as though her mind was elsewhere, but she kept an insistent hand hard against my cock. There could be no misunderstanding her intention now.

I looked down at her and her shift was up about mid thigh. Her legs were not as shapely as they were in the photo but they were not unpleasant to look at. I bent over to stroke them and she opened them still further. And I don’t know why but I whispered in her ear as I bent over her.

“I will be gentle,” I whispered. I know it sounds corny but with a 90-year old woman, what else can you be? She continued to look straight ahead, her right hand now off my cock and resting between her legs.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. My thick, hard cock must have looked like another arm at her level and it was dripping with pre cum. For the first time, Sarah moved her gaze to it and as she did, I placed a soft hand on her head and pulled her aged lips to my cock.

She flicked her old tongue at the tip as though she were slurping the first melt of an ice cream cone but I pushed the head at her in degrees and now her eyes closed as she took about half of it. I wanted to jam it in her good but it was clear this was all she was comfortable with.

Looking down at this old woman, her shift around her knees, her fingers between her legs, eyes closed, sucking my hard dick was the most arousing experience of my life. I don’t care what you think! It was! I even felt a kind of affection for this old woman but the arousal was too much.

I spurted before much longer and gave her a facial like she’d never had. She was breathing so hard now I was worried about her health but as she licked at the cum dripping down her face, her breath slowed again and she held out a hand. I took off my shirt and wiped her face and Sarah seemed grateful. She smiled up at me, tapped my still hard dick then ran surprisingly firm fingers along my bare chest.

I pulled her up then, without saying another word, I pulled the shift over her head and took in her 90-year old body, semi nude, for the first time.

She wore thin cotton panties and an unexpectedly large bra. Her belly sort of drooped in lazy folds into her waist but there was still the hint of a waist there. In addition to the tits, Sarah’s ass was bigger than I had expected.

For the first time, she looked a little coyly at me and I smiled. She took my hands and stood up with my assistance. She went for her walker but I placed her hand on my arm. I pulled off my jeans and left them in a pile by my cum-covered shirt and the two of us, clad only in our underwear, slowly wandered toward her bedroom, an odd couple if ever there was one.

I sat her down on the edge of her bed – made up of course – and went into the bathroom. Eventually I found some KY jelly and I took it with me.

Sarah looked up at me like she wasn’t sure what I would do next and what I did surprised even me. I picked her up again and held her in my arms, stroked her hair which still smelled a little of my cum, and undid her bra from the back.

To my surprise, she held the cups protectively Pendik Escort across her chest but I only smiled and gently removed her arms and the tits corralled in that huge bra tumbled almost to her waist.

The nipples fell to her tiny paunch and I picked one dug up like a warm duffel bag and played with the heft of it, rotating the nipple in my finger, then let it fall and did the same with the other. I was able to reach down while I was still standing and pull the tit up to my lips by bending over just a little.

When I began suckling her, Sarah spoke for the first time. Or, rather, she mewed in a very contented way. I was growing more and more aroused and even managed to stuff much of her droopy tit into my mouth like a sock and chomp on it to her delighted cheers.

I lifted her up bodily now. Although she had huge tits and ass, Sarah was not a heavy woman and it was easy to place her on the bed. She could see that my erection had returned with a vengeance now and she touched the wet tip of my prick through my underwear. I quickly slipped them off and Sarah smiled like she was welcoming home an old and very eager friend as my cock dangled before her eyes.

I straddled her carefully and pulled her panties off and got my first look at her cunt. There were just a few hairs there but surprisingly, some of them were still dark. I probed with one, then two fingers against the opening but she was dry.

She started calling with unintelligible guttural sounds that she wanted my cock in her mouth again so I carefully put myself in 69 position and this time she took my entire cock for its full length. I couldn’t see her well but it was so arousing to see her elongated tits flopped on either side of her spare body while she sucked at me like a baby at its bottle. If I looked much longer, I knew I would go off again so I went to my work and started lapping at her cunt hole.

Sarah pushed her twat at my face. I wrapped my arms around her delightfully full ass and began tonguing her enthusiastically while she sucked on me. Her “hmmph, hmmph, hmmph” began to increase in speed and intensity and I realized that she was close to an orgasm and my only hope was that she would survive it.

I rubbed her belly, squeezed her ass, bit gently at her labial lips and that did it. “Oh, God!” was all she said, but I got the idea. She paused for a moment but was ready to begin sucking at me again. I had other plans.

I pulled myself around on Sarah and looked down on her old face. For the first time I almost felt depraved but I was too horny and it passed.

Leaning over her, I flicked a tongue at her old, floppy ear and whispered. “I’m going to fuck you now, Sarah.”

To her credit, she didn’t say anything about getting my “monster” in her cunt or being gentle or going slowly or anything of the kind. She just opened her legs as well as she could and, while looking her in the eyes, I worked my hard dick into her hole.

I had done my work well and no KY jelly was necessary. Hell, if fat old Emily could come out that hole, I could surely get in!

Once I saw Sarah bite her bottom lip and a tear even formed in her old eyes but she shook her head, then nodded as if to tell me, “don’t worry. Keep going.”

So I did.

I could tell she was moist but she was tight as a virgin I got the head in and thought I would stop there but she pushed against me and took another inch and then . . . and then . . . I was in up to the hilt. Sarah looked up at me and smiled, then said with that same high-pitched old lady voice she had used to explain her photos: “Fuck me. Fuck me good, now.”

Wow! I almost popped my cherry right there but the earlier cum slowed me up. I started drilling her cunt with my baseball bat-sized cock in slow motion then picked up the pace. I watched her face as I pistoned in and out of her cunt, then grabbed each of her tits like I was taking the reins of an old horse and rode her for all I was worth.

She was saying something I couldn’t quite make out but determined it was “more, more, more” and that’s what I gave her. I must have fucked her for 10 minutes before my load, even larger than my last, splashed into her aged interior, coated her cervix and squished out against what was left of her cunt hair and I rolled off after the best fuck of my life.

Believe it or not, I don’t care. Call me a crazy, depraved asshole. Fine.

I’m just telling you what happened.

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Bad M.I.L.F Vol. 02 – The New Batch

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*The teen character appearing in this story is eighteen years of age. *

Authors Notes: This story is a direct sequel to the BAD M.I.L.F series; perhaps you should read that set of stories before this entry. I’d like to thank all my fans and others who have read and commented on my stories.

*****

The toll taken on my body finally caught up with me as my knees buckled while walking up the stoop to my apartment. Chrystal had left a total of sixty messages on my phone during the long drive home. I was burnt out and in no mood for any additional drama opting to figure something out after a good night’s sleep. I was reminded of my ex-girlfriend’s disdain for cleaning noticing her discarded clothing on the floor along with some of her panties. I dropped my bags picking up a few of her things before exhaustion forced me to crash on the couch. The lights were on when I came inside, and I figured they’d been left on three days prior. I almost melted into the couch before I realized a bundle of Chrystal’s clothing was still in my fist. Gray leggings with a thin pink stripe down the side puzzled me as I couldn’t recall ever seeing her wearing them. Some lacy, bikini style panties were still in the crotch of the leggings. Her perfume lingered in the air, some unfamiliar sweet smelling fragrance. It was unfamiliar to me at the moment and unimportant as my eyes settled on an open gym bag beside the couch.

I rifled through it finding more clothing along with some personal effects as the road miles faded from my mind. I looked around noticing a phone plugged into a nearby wall outlet. It was wrapped in an annoying Hello Kitty shell charging. My head cleared further as I realized the shower was running at the end of the corridor. I snagged a Louisville slugger from the closet behind the door slowly creeping down the hall until I was outside the door.

I hesitated for a moment weighing the bat in my hands before pushing the door wide open.

“Who are you?” She was all of five feet two with a wealth of curves packed onto a pronounced pear shaped frame that struck me distinctly familiar. The rounded, cherubic face with a slight smattering of freckles across her thin nose was particularly fetching. The wide curve of her hip announced her rather ponderous backside in dramatic fashion. Her shoulder length hair was curiously dyed with the colors of the American flag in strips of red, muted white and blue. Even though she was as naked as the day she was born and the fact that I was holding a baseball didn’t seem to deter this smiling nymph. I noticed a gap in her teeth.

“Courtney; Chrystal’s little sister? I’m visiting the campus on a tour and she said I could stay here with you two?”

“No.” I turned already walking down the hall as Courtney turned off the shower before scrambling from the tub.

“Hey, can’t we talk about this; It’s only gonna be for a couple of days and you guys weren’t even supposed to be here anyway.” She whined quickly following me with a towel wrapped around her body which did little to hide her nudity.

“Put some clothes on miss; and “NO” you can’t stay here!” I intended to be firm, but Courtney kept maneuvering around me trying to get me to look at her face. She’d wrapped the large towel around her back leaving her front exposed. Her small, perky breasts were covered by the junction at which the towel was tied into a knot leaving her abdomen and shaved muff on display.

“That’s not even fair man; I-I mean Chrystal lives here too, right? Hey, where is she anyway?” She looked around the living room for her absent sister.

“She’s not here-and she’s not coming back, either.”

“Excuse me, dude?” Her manner of speaking was stoner immature and entitled leaving me put off by her demeanor.

“We-uh, broke it off.”

My words hung in the air as Courtney took it all in with a hand in her multicolored locks. My eyes drifted down towards her puffy cameltoe for a few seconds before I turned away out of respect for her older sister.

“Wow man, I remember her talking about you like the marriage thing was a total fucking given. I mean, she was REALLY into you, dude. So, like eh, what happened to mess it up?”

“That’s kind of a personal question, don’t you think Courtney?”

“Well shit, that’s my fucking sister bro; don’t you think you should declassify that shit?”

“But it’s between Chrystal and me; not your business…please put some clothes on ma’am.” Courtney stood there blinking profusely like she was having a hard time processing my words.

“REALLY?!! It’s just the flesh and that shit is temporary dude; what really matters is finding that higher calling and realizing the meaning of it all in this short jaunt we call life. Now that I look at you, it’s right in front of my face the whole time.” She moved around the coffee table thinking nothing of her partial nudity as she bent over going through her bag. This gave me a “Full-Monty” of her expansive rear end which matched her older sister and mother perfectly. There were two dog paws tattooed on the back of her thick, meaty thighs. İstanbul Escort Her butt was massive with a slight difference in that her giant oval cheeks seemed to be on a forty-five degree angle revealing her thick, juicy peach and brown eye plainly. My mind wandered for a moment before common sense prevailed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Chakra; it’s all fucked up right now, bro. You know, I could fix that for you, man.” I barely understood half of her ramblings as she tossed the towel on my living room floor revealing her bare torso. There were a matching pair of dog print tattoos on her small, sloping breasts that looked like they should’ve belonged to a much younger girl.

“No thank you; can I call you a cab or something?” Courtney pulled on a football jersey turning to me with her hands on her wide hips.

“We’re talking right now; don’t you think it’s rude to push your agenda on someone?”

“WHAT AGENDA; YOU’RE IN MY LIVING ROOM!!”

“Don’t you think you should calm down; you have nothing to worry about and it is a fundamental waste of precious life energy. No one’s threatening you dude, so just dial it back a little bit. You know, my family has been a friend to the black man for decades.” Courtney folded her arms over her chest shrugging off my behavior.

“Friend to the black man? Uhm yeah, that’s rich.” I’d found out exactly how friendly Courtney’s mother and older sister were to the black man over the last few days.

“Your attempt at sarcasm strikes me odd, come here.”

“WHAT-NO, CUT IT OUT!!” Courtney half chased me around the living room finally cornering me as she reached out holding her palms on either side of my head. Her blue eyes were tightly shut for a few seconds before opening wide in silent revelation.

“Oh, sorry dude.” She took a few steps backward with a finger in her mouth.

“What?”

“It’s cool man; I ain’t that way brother.”

“Huh?”

“Look I respect people’s boundaries and it’s cool; hand me that phone.” I mindlessly followed her order handing her the large, garishly covered phone as she drew her hair into a ponytail with a scrunchie.

“You think you know something, Courtney?”

“Yeah, I know you’ve been with my mom and that my sister was responsible. Don’t laugh, but I’m sensitive if you know what I mean, brother, little bit psychic. Developed that shit last spring at Coachella in this really, really, cool workshop-for the mind. Baba Mustafa is a great teacher and an even more awesome DJ.” I facepalmed at her manic explanation.

“You’re leaving, right?” She continued rifling through her tote emerging with these really, skimpy jean shorts that were cut bikini style. I watched her work to get the worn, faded material up past her thighs and huge ass leaving the pockets covering her juicy cheeks.

“We’re talking, aren’t we?”

“So, that means if I shut up; you’ll leave, right?” I deadpanned as Courtney shimmied in place trying to get the worn jean material settled on her cinched in waist.

“Ha-ha, you’re so funny; now come over here and have a seat. We have to get you squared away, homie.” Courtney planted her sizable rear on my couch patting a space beside her.

“I don’t think so.”

“Don’t be that way; can’t you see the bigger picture, dude?”

“No, not even a little bit.”

“Rude much? I’m going to help you get centered because you can’t be walking around fucked up like that homie; all that negativity can open the door for other things. You really need to loosen up and get rid of that bad karma.

“What are you about to do?”

“What does it look like? We’re going to smoke a bowl and lighten things up around here.” She pulled a smaller bag from her luggage that looked like a shaving kit but actually held a baggie full of weed. Courtney began preparing the bong even as I shook my head profusely denying her permission to light up in my living room.

“No, you’re not.” I couldn’t help but notice the seductive manner in which Courtney sat on my couch leg sat on my couch thick, sexy legs wide apart. If it weren’t for the oversized football jersey she wore, her crotch would have been plainly visible. Courtney flicked a lighter finding it troublesome to ignite a flame for a few seconds.

“Man, you are way too uptight for someone who just spent the weekend getting banged out; maybe you’d like a drink?” Courtney produced a fifth of Bacardi from her tote setting it down on the table with a light clink. Two neatly packed shot glasses followed.

“What the fuck; you planning a party while we were away?” She was different than her sister and mother with a loopy, new age demeanor that I wasn’t sure was bullshit or not.

“Well, you never know who you’ll meet on these little excursions; better to be prepared than come off looking like a loser. I figured if you have the party with you, a good time is always right around the corner.” Courtney smiled filling one of the shot glasses before offering it to me.

“You think that’s a good attitude to have; a safe one?”

“I Escort Bayan can take care of myself, cheers?” She’d filled her glass offering it up for a toast which I was reluctant to make.

“How old are you again?”

“Nineteen, so don’t give me any shit about my fucking age or I’m definitely gonna dock you a few cool points, homie.”

“Your mom doesn’t care; your sister?” Courtney snorted and giggled at my question.

“You’ve met them; what do you think?” She had this girlish giggle that reminded me of that cartoon character from the Flintstones “Betty Rubble” while making me feel a day late and a dollar short.

We toasted and downed our shots and I did my best not to check out my ex-girlfriend’s little sister but there was no doubt that both girls were cut from the same cloth. Chrystal seemed a bit more organized that the beautiful creature before me.

“Another?” We did a couple more shots before I waved her off.

“Come on, have a seat; promise I won’t bite.” She patted the same spot next to her, but I nodded in the negative.

“So, you have any alternative plans about where to stay?” Courtney continued patting the space beside her until I sat while pouring another round of drinks.

“Look man, I realize the position we find ourselves in with me invading your home after you’ve just broken up with my older sister after fucking both her and my mom. I consider you family and find it unsetting that you won’t at least extend an olive branch to someone that could have been your sister-in-law; we’re having drinks and everything, bro… care for a toke?” I nodded as she took a deep hit of the bong coughing profusely for a few seconds.

“You “REALLY” need to lighten “UP” man; take a hit of this shit.”

“No.”

“What’s the worst that could happen.” For some reason I felt like I had something to prove. She shrugged handing me the bong; I stared at her for a few moments before taking a deep hit.

…I’m an idiot.

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“Come on baby; give it to me…Do that shit again.”

“WHU-AAAAT?!!” My vision gradually returned to normal in time to view everything as if I were having an out of body experience. Every cell in my body felt like it was alive and supercharged with electricity as I yelled this sort of primal scream while climaxing in a steady stream of fluid all over Courtney’s face. She was glistening in a sheen of reflective sweat that covered her voluptuous body catching the light from a lamp on the table beside my couch.

“WHAATT-the FUCK!!” My head was pounding like it’d been hit with a bag of hammers.

“Yeah, that’s it baby; release all of that fucking bad juju. Let that nasty shit go, brother.” Her voice reverberated in my head like someone had stuck a microphone in my ear. Yeah, I had a fucking P.A. System in my brain tuned up to the highest levels and my throat felt dry and swollen.

“Wus-What…Going on?”

“Cleansing ritual; we’re sucking out all of the bad karma you’ve built up over the last few days.” Courtney’s fingers were pinching and tweaking my nipples as my raging cock rubbed against her taunt abdomen leaving a trail of precum. Just the slightest touch against her tummy sent waves of pleasure spiking through my body.

“You-drugged me, bitch.”

“No, No, no baby; you took that first hit yourself of your own free will.” She wagged a finger in front of my face which at this point felt like it was throbbing.

“Weed don’t feel like this!”

“Who said there was only weed in that bong?” I was inundated with the “Betty Rubble” laugh again as my muted hearing returned with a vengeance.

“BITCH!!”

“Well, we’ve established that babe; just enjoy the fucking ride, man.” Courtney went back to fellating me with renewed vigor. I didn’t know if I was on cloud nine or the seventh circle of hell as Chrystal’s little sister throated me for long intervals sucking vacuum hard as she pulled back along my shaft tickling my urethra with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers were squeezing and pumping my sack methodically until my thighs were tightening up in seizure-like fits.

“Oh shit; what are you doing to me?” I was weakened and rubbery along the spine as Courtney nibbled and slurped at the junction where my right thigh met my pelvis. The sensation was incredible as she dug the nails of her other hand into my left ass cheek making my body twist away from the pain.

“I already told you; we’re draining off all that bad karma, dude.” She answered before going down on me again.

“WHAT-THE-FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!!”

“Paying it forward brother; offering something of myself to make peace between our clans, dude. Basically, what I’m saying is that I’m going to drain your balls, man.” Her multicolored mane was all I could see as she throated me down to the base remining there as she contracted her throat around my length.

“AAAAAAWWWWW SHIT!!” My pelvis and back went in opposite directions as Courtney managed to stay with me until Eskort she relented with a loud, gurgling gasp as a nasty web of saliva poured from her mouth drenching my crotch. Courtney rubbed and massaged my cock with both fists playing with the curly hair on my crotch intermittently.

“Look at all the veins in this thing; fuck man, you’re a fucking big dick wonderland. It’s got weight and girth-so fucking hard; no wonder mom lost her shit. Man, I’m so sorry about all that shit; fuck dude, Chrystal’s stupid because I’d never let anyone have this beautiful rod.” She wasn’t even looking at my face while she toyed with my cock.

“So, you’re just gonna take it?” I moaned almost at the precipice.

“Huh, you’re kidding right; you’re gonna go with the narrative that I’m forcing myself on you, homie? I take exception to that shit bro; you seen what I’m working with, haven’t you?”

“Did I drug you, bitch?”

“Wow; you are so like, fucking ungrateful.” She was using only one hand in a twirling motion that called her mother’s technique to mind. Her other hand disappeared between her thick thighs leaving no doubt to what she was doing.

“I come home to find my ex-girlfriend’s little sister in my house, she won’t FUCKING-LEEEAAVE and AHHHHH-FUUUCK, THAT FEELS GOOD!!” Courtney returned her other hand adding her wetness to the head of my shaft with a particularly, sticky thumb. It was the perfect counter motion in slow methodical movement teasing my urethra while she continued short, rough tugs on the shaft.

“I get you man; I meant it, brother. You’re conflicted and uptight as fuck, but it’s not your fault. You’re so oppressed that you don’t know how happy you are, dude.” Courtney hocked a wad of spittle on my cock while she talked as my balls tightened up.

“WHUUUT-WHAAAAAAT are you TAAALKING ABOUUUUUUTT?!!” She worked both of her hands in a counterclockwise motion sensually abusing my foreskin.

“It’s our fault you know; my people have done so much to your people that you guys are all twisted up on the fucking inside, bro. We’ve made everything about you guys, suspect to the ultimate degree creating a cultural inversion that we habitually steal from whenever we want; it’s fucking wrong dude; I can’t have that shit on my conscience!” Her round, youthful face was flushed, her nostrils were flaring as failed to look me in the face. Courtney was strictly talking to my penis, doing her mother proud.

“BULL-SHIT!!” Something I said seemed to get to Courtney as she let my penis go while rearing back on her haunches with her hands folded over her breasts.

“Oh yeah, then tell me why you can’t enjoy a good piece of pussy without all this kvetching; you’re not fooling anybody, dude.”

I stared back at her face still partially stoned as I pondered her question which challenged me to look at myself clinically. Looking at her reminded me of a younger, version of Chrystal. Sure, there were slight differences with Courtney’s light smattering of freckles across her nose with a few littering her chest. The three women I’d known were cut from great stock, blessed with thick, curvy bodies meant to drive a lot of men and women to distraction. Rubenesque, voluptuously curvy and sexually weaponized to the ninth degree. I was upset at my girlfriend for deceiving me into sleeping with her mother; but once everything was out of the bag…should I have still been angry?

“You know Courtney, I don’t have an answer for you.” I admitted making the eighteen year old nymph smile. She lunged forward on all fours blanketing my body under hers as she leaned in inches from my face.

“Then it’s okay, right?” She didn’t wait for an answer emphatically shoving her tongue in my mouth as one of her hands returned to servicing my cock. My own tongue struck back running the gamut inside her mouth rediscovering the gap in her teeth. Her long bicentennial hued locks served as an impromptu hair curtain making things seem even more intimate. Courtney swung a thick, shapely leg over my side straddling me as she began rubbing me against her mound. She pressed me against her entrance which was dripping with her personal glaze pushing the head inside her furnace. Courtney let the head of my cock rest there as her natural lubrication drizzled down the shaft. I closed my eyes tight doing everything in my power not to cum.

“Hey, look at me.” Her voice pierced through the darkness of my closed eyes. She was squeezing the head of my cock with her lower muscles as I slowly open them looking up at her soft, easy going features.

Courtney suddenly slammed her massive butt down into my crotch with the force of a wrecking ball breaking the last vestiges of self-control that remained as I literally exploded inside her with the force of a firehose. Her slimy confines tightened up around me in a vice-like grip as she reared up arching her back wedging her perforated mound against me.

“MUH-MOOOOOMMMMMMYYY; I’M CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD!! HE’S SO HARD ALL UP IN MY PUH-PUSSY!!” Courtney proved more like her mother that I initially expected going into a screaming fit before collapsing atop my prone body. Her weight alone, kept me pinned to the bed as I shot round after round of jizz up into her pulsing cunt. I gave myself over to the situation comforting her with my lips as we made out in post coital bliss.

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Babysitter Makes Me Lose Control Ch. 02

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Should I have told Shelley that our perfect little babysitter gave me the cocksucking of my life? Should I have told her that I jacked off to glamour shots of our slutty babysitter on my laptop whenever I got the chance? Should I have shown her the dirty texts she sent me? Maybe. I don’t know. My guilt was strong, but my anger at Shelley was stronger. I guess she’s always been this cold. I don’t know why. And why hadn’t it bothered me much before? Maybe I was just used to it. Tess entering my life was like getting hit with a warm, wet bombshell of kindness and care.

Tess and I had been texting every since the fatal night in the back of my car. The conversations usually brought me so close to climax I hardly needed to touch myself. One night I got her to send me pictures of her pretty little pussy. She didn’t need much convincing.

I learned a lot about Tess through our texts. She loved our town, which she wrote was quiet and cute. She had a boyfriend, a quarter back on the football team who she wrote had a tiny dick and didn’t know how to play with her big tits like I do. She told me she wanted to be a mom. She didn’t really have any career aspirations – her sisters went to beauty school, so she thought maybe she’d do that, but even that didn’t seem great. She loved kids though. She told me maybe she’d want to be a nanny or something… But really just a mom.

I texted her, “Your tits would be even bigger if you were pregnant…”

She texted back, “Would you like that?”

“I’d fucking love that, baby.” I came all over my hand thinking about her pregnant belly, how much bigger her already huge chest would look.

The next time she came over to babysit, I was ready. I answered the door and she looked so incredible. Her tits were bursting out of her tiny v-neck t-shirt and I could clearly see her outrageous nipples. I wanted to pull down her shirt and start sucking them. Shelley was upstairs getting ready and the kids were in the basement playing. I scooped Tess into my arms and pressed her chest up against mine. I gave her a quiet kiss. She melted in my arms and I grabbed her ass, clad in tight shorts, and pulled it in toward me so she could feel how hard my cock was for her.

“Hi, Mr. W.,” she giggled.

“You can start calling me John.”

My 18-year-old babysitter smiled and shimmied as she took her coat off. She pulled a sweater out of her bag and put it on, presumably to Escort İstanbul cover up for Shelley, who I could hear coming down the stairs. Even with the loose sweater on, Tess couldn’t cover up her enormous rack. Her body was obscene. How did her male teachers handle themselves?

“Hi Tess!” Shelley said. “We’re kind of in a rush but help yourself to anything while we’re away. We might not be back until midnight or so.” We were going to a charity function for Shelley’s work. Neither of us wanted to go. But we had to. Shelley seemed pissed at me on the ride over. I asked her what was wrong but she didn’t answer. Then finally after, ten stoney minutes, she let it all out.

“John, I just don’t know if I want this anymore.” I knew what she meant.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

That was the end of the conversation. It honestly wasn’t even that surprising to hear. You could see the contempt on her face all the time. She didn’t like this life we had. When we got home, Shelley went upstairs right away and I went to the family room, where little Tess was wrapped up in a blanket, sleeping. She looked like an angel. I gently cupped her shoulder and she blinked a little. When she saw it was me she reached her arms up for an embrace. I pulled her toward me and held her tight. It felt so right. I set her down and gave her a long, slow kiss.

“How were the kids?”

“They were great! We had so much fun together.” Tess sat up so I could sit next to her on the couch and started telling me a story about the kids. She took off her sweater and was speaking so animatedly that her chest was going wild, jiggling and bouncing. I could see her hard nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her huge boobs were still high on her chest. I was staring. I didn’t pretend like I wasn’t staring. She had me. She fucking had me.

I laughed and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to sit in my lap. She finished her story, her tits coming to rest on my thick forearms. Again I bounced her up and down on my knee, which made her giggle. I could feel her boobs on my arms moving up and down and I could see a blurry outline of us in the TV. She looked so hot, cuddled up in my lap. I started kissing her neck and rubbing her thighs. She moaned. I ran my hands through her hair, squeezed her huge tits, played with her nipples, rubbed her pussy through her shorts… I grabbed her hips and rolled her hips around, making İstanbul Escort Bayan sure she could feel my huge cock through our clothes. She felt incredible to me.

Tess slid off my lap and got down on her knees in front of me. She bit her bottom lip.

“Can I take my shirt off, Mr. Wilson?”

I was fucking hard. I nodded. My slutty little babysitter’s t-shirt was so tight that she had to pull hard to take it off. It got caught under her boobs. I moaned when her enormous tits finally came free. She came forward and unzipped my pants, and my cock sprang forward, almost hitting her in the face. It was like steel at this point, and at its full 9 inches. Tess smiled and licked the tip.

“I love your big dick, Daddy,” she whispered. Then she inched closer and heaved her big tits into my lap. Using both hands, she wrapped her soft melons around my dick. The sensation was overwhelming. I had to lean back and close my eyes for a second. When I looked back down, Tess was grinning, moving her breasts up and down on my dick.

Shelley had never, ever done this. Partly because she just didn’t have the necessary machinery. But even if she hadn’t been small-chested, I don’t think she would have done this. When we had sex, it was very straightforward. She never treated me to any special moves. But Tess fucking wrote the book on special moves—she was now licking the tip of my cock every time it came up through her incredible cleavage.

She was smiling and giggling, so happy as she got me off with her big tits. I was happy too. She started talking dirty to me. I was on the verge of cumming and could hardly fucking speak.

“You like this, don’t you, Daddy?”

“Yes.”

“You like fucking my tits with your big daddy dick.”

“Mmmmmmm.”

“You get so hard thinking about good I am with your kids, don’t you?”

I groaned loudly.

“I love them.”

I groaned again. She was squeezing her tits on my cock even harder now, moving her boobs up and down even faster.

“I want your baby in me. I want to be your slutty girl with your baby in me.”

Another groan.

“I want to walk around town with a big baby belly all for you. I want everyone to know I’m your little slut.”

Fuck.

“I want to have all your babies. I can’t wait until you fuck me.”

When she said that my cock exploded. The first rope of my cum hit her chin and neck, Anadolu Yakası Escort the second hit the tops of her tits, which were heaving up and down with her breaths. When she smiled at me, a third spurt hit her nipples squarely. She started to rub it all in, driving me crazy. She was such a bad girl, massaging her tits to rub the cum in.

I pulled her up on the couch to sit next to me. We leaned back and smiled at each other. I kissed her forehead and helped her put her shirt and sweater back on. I turned on the TV so we could watch it for a while and pulled a blanket over us. We both fell asleep for a about an hour.

I was woken up by tiny footsteps. Fuck. It was my six-year-old daughter, who was padding through the kitchen to get herself some water. I nudged Tess. When she realized what was happening, she sat up straight just in time—Melanie walked into the room and said hi.

“Hi Mel, we’re just watching some TV.”

Melanie was so happy to see that Tess was still here. She put her water down and ran to my sitter. Tess gave her a huge hug, rubbing her back. In spite of how stressful this all was, it was warming my heart. Tess really did love my kids. And they loved her.

“Are you sleeping okay?” Tess asked.

“I had a bad dream,” Melanie said, rubbing her eyes.

Tess patted the space between us on the couch and Melanie jumped up and started telling us about her dream. It all felt so warm and perfect. Tess and I consoled Melanie.

In a few minutes, I put her to bed, praying hard she wouldn’t remember this in the morning. I’d have to come up with some kind of story, maybe about the car, or Tess’s families. Then I drove Tess home, my arm around her tiny shoulders. She wrapped her arms around my waist. Before I could get to her house, she made me pull over and gave me a sloppy blow job from the front seat. It was quick and dirty, and I came when she deep-throated me. God, she was a good slut. My good slut.

I had to say something though. I knew I was being a killjoy. But I was cheating on my wife and I needed to be careful.

“Listen, Tess… It’s very hot to talk about but I hope you know I could never get you pregnant, really.”

She looked up at me with those big blue eyes.

“I know that, silly,” she said, laughing a little. “I’m on birth control.”

“That’s my girl.” I pulled her toward me and held her by her little waist, stroking the side of her breast. “That’s my good girl.”

She looked up at me and kissed my neck.

“I’ll see you soon, baby.”

She jumped out of the car and ran to her front door. I followed her tight ass bounce all the way to the door. My cock was hard all over again.

To be continued.

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Aunty Molly

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As a result of my scholarship exam success I not only gained a hefty financial contribution to my university fees but I received the offer of a job with a large company during my holidays with a view to joining them when I graduated.

While I worked locally during the short university vacations I was required to spend the long ones at the head office in the capital, all my living expenses being met by the company along with a generous allowance. As exciting as the prospect was however, I dreaded the thought of being away from my beloved Bev for close to two months.

Before leaving, my mother said she had on old friend in the capital who I should contact when I got there. She described her as very easy going but said her sister thought Aunty Molly, as she called her, was a bit of a slut.

It was a couple of weeks after I’d arrived and settled in that I decided to give Aunty Molly a ring. She sounded pleased to hear from the son of an old friend and asked me to lunch. I told her the best day for me was Wednesday as I was given Wednesday afternoons off as part of the deal.

On the designated day I turned up at Molly’s modest house and was rather taken aback by what I saw when she opened the door.

Molly, who I reckoned was well into her 60s, was huge. She had on a sort of housecoat which despite its proportions could not hide the mountain of flesh which lay underneath.

Molly greeted me warmly and ushered me into the kitchen where the table was set for lunch. She then introduced me to her husband, Henry who was as slim as Molly was fat.

Molly had gone to some trouble to prepare a nice lunch for me and I found the time passed very pleasantly. So pleasantly that I readily accepted an invitation to return the following Wednesday.

Lunch at Aunty Molly’s on Wednesday became a regular feature of my week. She always greeted me warmly and I noticed that when I was eating she sat back in her chair eyeing me closely. I also became aware that the farewell peck of her lips was becoming directed more to my mouth as the visits went on. Despite her girth I found Molly more than a little sexy and certainly didn’t turn away when her lips sought mine.

Henry was always present at these lunches until one Wednesday Molly told me he’d gone off to spend the day with his sister. We were alone.

Usually, after we’d had lunch, Molly, Henry and I would chat at the table for a half an hour or so before I left but today, as I pushed my plate away with thanks for a very enjoyable lunch, Molly said

‘Let’s go into the sitting room. We’ll be more comfortable there.’

I readily agreed and sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs in the rather crowded room. Molly sat on the couch directly opposite, leaning back, making herself comfortable, spreading her ample body.

As we chatted I noticed the two bottom buttons of Molly’s housecoat, the only form of dress I ever saw her in, were undone showing her bare legs to slightly above her knees which were slightly apart. I wondered if she realised that from where I was sitting I could see a fair slice of her bare thigh.

We continued our chitchat but I was finding it increasingly difficult to keep my eyes off the gap between her knees.

‘Are you alright?’ asked Molly ‘You look uncomfortable.’

I said everything was fine and did my best to look her in the eye. But then I noticed one of her legs was falling to the side exposing more of her flesh.

Molly continued to prattle on seemingly unaware that her wandering leg was slowly pushing her housecoat higher opening up a vision of more bare thigh. Then to my amazement I suddenly saw hair, cunt hair. It was obvious Molly had no panties on.

‘Are you sure you’re alright.’ asked Molly again. ‘You look as if you’ve seen a ghost. Or perhaps you’ve seen something else which İstanbul Escort has got you hot and bothered.’

I mumbled something to the effect that I was fine. But Molly pressed on.

‘Does what you see upset you or do you like it?’

‘A bit of both really.’

‘Would you like a closer look?’

I couldn’t talk, I could hardly breathe but somehow I managed to convey the message to Molly that I’d very much like a closer look.

‘If you want the best view you’ll have come over here. Kneel down between my legs.’

Molly opened her legs wide in a lewd display of flesh. She was just so big. Her thighs were enormous and far from smooth, her stomach bulged down while masses of straggly greyish cunt hair fanned out over her belly and down the insides of her thighs. It was so ugly it was beautiful.

‘Smell it’ ordered Molly. ‘Tell me what you think.’

I drew in a deep breath of very mature cunt and dried piss. It was both disgusting and erotic.

I looked up at Molly and said very deliberately. ‘It stinks and I love it.’

‘Good boy. That’s the right answer. Now get your tongue in my cunt-hole and then suck my clit. I haven’t had a good cum for years. My fingers don’t seem to work their magic as they used to. I’ve been thinking about you eating me out ever since you first came to lunch but today’s the first time I’ve been able to get Henry out of the house.’

Reaching down Molly pulled her thick cunt lips apart with both hands exposing a red, ragged hole not at all like the neat one I’d got to know so well with my beloved Bev. The hair around it was damp and matted but the hole itself looked quite dry. Her piss-hole was clearly evident as was a quite meaty lump off flesh poking out from her clit-hood.

Despite the almost gagging smell I pressed my lips to Molly’s hole and began to lick and tongue it which quickly brought forth moans and words of encouragement.

‘Oh you darling boy. You’re making me so hot. My cunt seems on fire. Suck my clit.’

I did as instructed Molly oohing and aahing at the same time tossing slutty words out describing just what she wanted me to do to her.

‘Oh shit you’ve got me going. Lick me harder.’

I did as bidden and used my tongue, my nose and lips in every way I knew trying to bring Molly off. I tried finger fucking her cunt with three fingers as I sucked and chewed her clit but she remained on the edge, very close but not yet over.

Molly was breathing hard and sweating, her body smell increasing by the minute.

‘Put your finger up my arse.’ demanded Molly

I removed my three fingers from her cunt hole which had become somewhat wetter, replaced them with my thumb and at the same time pushed my middle finger into her arsehole as deep as it would reach.

I continued to suck vigorously on Molly’s swollen clit at the same time working my cunt-embedded thumb and my arsehole-embedded finger in and out of their respective holes.

‘Fucking hell, don’t stop. I’m cumming!’ yelled Molly.

I kept up my attack on both Molly’s holes as she shook and moaned. Her orgasm must have gone on for more than half a minute before she started to calm down. The suddenly she went limp.

Laying back on the couch Molly looked at me with a big smile on her face.

‘Kenny you’ve just made this old lady very, very happy. I can’t remember ever cumming so hard. You are one hell of a cunt licker.’

Molly raised me up and pulled me against her huge breasts planting a sloppy kiss on my cunt smeared lips.

‘Now it’s your turn. I suppose you want to fuck me or would you rather I sucked you off. Up to you.’

‘Of course I want to fuck you but I want to see all of you. I want to see your big tits and suck your nipples.’

‘That will be my pleasure. But I have to warn you, my Bayan Escort cunt isn’t as tight as it used to be.’

Molly rose and stripped off her housecoat and then her only other item of clothing, an oversized bra allowing her amazingly large tits to spill out. They were massive with nipples to match and hung down to her waist.

Molly set herself back on the couch and spread her legs wide her heels resting on the front of the couch.

At this stage I was still fully clothed but I quickly removed everything I had on. I stood before her my thick cock standing as firm as it had ever been.

‘Oh that’s wonderful.’ exclaimed Molly. ‘A thick young cock with a magnificent pair of balls. Come to Molly.’

Molly pulled me to her and guided my very ready cock, now slick with pre-cum, to her open gash. As expected, with one gentle push I was in deep. Molly was right, her hole wasn’t tight; it was decidedly sloppy.

‘Oh that feels good. Fuck me with that lovely cock of yours. Give my cunt a good banging.’

Now my cock isn’t the longest in creation but it is of above-average thickness. Despite this, I was having difficulty getting the friction from the walls of Molly’s cunt that I had hoped for.

I kept banging away for a good ten minutes at the same time taking the opportunity to suck on Molly’s pendulous tits which she gave every indication of enjoying as much as I was.

However, despite my enjoyment of Molly’s roomy cunt I doubted it would produce the result I knew I’d be seeking in due course. Molly must have had similar thoughts as she said.

‘I’m sorry love if my cunt is a bit sloppy. Why don’t you try the other hole. I’m sure you’ll find it tighter. I’m afraid though I can’t hold my legs up any longer so you’ll have to do me from behind.’

I pulled out of Mollies cunt and with some difficulty she got up from the couch and repositioned herself on her hand and knees. As she did so I noticed her tits were drooping so much her nipples were brushing the carpet.

Getting behind Molly’s enormous lumps of arse flesh I parted her cheeks with both hands to reveal an almost black shit hole, grossly wrinkled and lumpy, surrounded by coarse matted hair.

I placed my slippery cock head against the opening and pushed forward my entire length going in with little resistance. It was though, considerably tighter than her more conventional fuck hole.

Now I could settle down to a steady fuck secure in the knowledge that I’d have no difficulty in cumming when I decided the time was right.

As I fucked her arse Molly kept up a running commentary on what I was doing and how she liked it. Molly knew all the words necessary to get me really fired up.

‘You know darling I haven’t been bum-fucked for more than forty years. Henry always refused my suggestion that we try it and although I’ve had various odds and ends up there while I was masturbating this is my first with a live cock in all that time. God how I’ve missed it. How’s it for you?’

‘Fantastic. Even better than your cunt. I’m not going to last long though.’

‘Pity. I’m really enjoying the fucking I’m getting. Do you want to shoot your load up me or would you like to finish off between my tits and then cum in my mouth.’

‘You make it difficult to decide. You choose.’

‘It’s been so long since I’ve tasted young fuck-cream and I don’t know when I’ll get another opportunity so let me finish you off with my tits and then you can cum in my mouth.’

With some regret I dislodged my cock from Molly’s slimy arsehole an audible release of her arse gas attacking my nostrils. Immediately she turned round and lay on the rug holding her enormous tits together.

‘Get between these you gorgeous fucker. Let me show you how good a tit-fuck can be.’

I straddled Molly’s flabby Eskort belly and placed my cock between her fleshy mounds which she tightly squeezed around it creating a very desirable fuck-chute. Inching forward I found the combination of my pre-cum and Molly’s arse fluids made it easy for my cock to slide in between her tits and I immediately began a steady fucking motion. Looking down I saw that at each stroke my drooling crimson head stood proud, in erotic contrast to Molly’s milky white skin.

‘Christ that feels fantastic.’ I told her. ‘I won’t be able to take much more though. It’s just too fucking good.’

‘When you’re getting close bring you cock up to my mouth and dump your load down my throat. But save a little for me to taste.’

Another half a dozen hard strokes with my cock skin stretched to its limits brought me to the point where I knew the decision as to when to cum had been taken over by my full balls. Quickly lifting my cock from Molly’s tit chute I shoved it deep in her open mouth her lips quickly clamping down on it.

With a loud groan I felt my cock erupt pouring jet after jet of cum down Molly’s throat. I thought it would never stop jerking and spraying but just as the flow seemed to be lessening I drew back slightly allowing my cockhead to rest on her tongue and deposit the final drops of spunk on her tongue.

Slowly I withdrew from Molly’s slimy lips watching her as she licked the shaft clean.

‘God that was great Kenny boy. I’d forgotten how good young cock cream tastes even when it’s a bit shitty. My fault. I should have cleaned out my shit hole but I didn’t plan on you buggering me.’

For the next half an hour Molly and I cuddled on the sofa talking quietly and exchanging kisses. Molly’s kisses were much sloppier than Bev’s and less sexy. But Molly liked ‘swapping spits’ as she described it so who was I to deny her after what she’d given me.

Although I’d greatly enjoyed Molly’s body I was ready to leave when she said it was time to get dressed. I put on my discarded clothes and kissed her lightly on the lips as I said goodbye.

“That was the most amazing sex Molly. I will never forget what you gave me today. You are a beautiful woman.’

Molly said nothing but I noticed her eyes were teary.

My regular Wednesday lunch visits continued without interruption but to my great regret Henry was always around. The only ‘bonus’ happened one day when Henry got up from the lunch table to go to the toilet. When she heard the door close Molly stood up and lifted the hem of her housecoat to display her voluminous panties. She then pulled the front of them down and said.

‘Quick, have a sniff.’

I shot out of my chair and buried my nose in her hairy snatch. As before it smelt of mature cunt with more than an overtone of stale piss. Clearly Molly didn’t worry too much about personal hygiene. A quick lick and a deep inhale was all I could manage before, with great regrets, she pushed me back to my chair.

By the time Henry came back Molly and I were sitting as before only a slight smile on her face giving any indication that anything untoward had happened between us. Fortunately Henry couldn’t see the tent in my trousers I was hiding under the table

Soon after that visit I had to return to my home town and while I knew my darling Bev would be waiting for me with her package of sexual goodies I was sorry I hadn’t had the chance to enjoy another sex-laden interlude with Aunty Molly before saying goodbye.

It was some months later that I heard from my mother that Molly had died suddenly. The weight she was carrying was just too much for her heart.

I never told Bev, or anyone else about Aunty Molly. Deep down I felt this was something so special that I should keep it to myself. I also feared that no one would believe me, or if they did, they’d think of me as perverted. I leave it to the reader to decide if what I’d been party to was indeed perversion or just good uninhibited sex between two consenting adults, albeit two with more than forty years difference between them.

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Audrey – Now the Bride

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Willis was a 28 year old CFO in a fast growing company while Audrey is the newly hired 43 year old accountant in his department. In the first installment, they had an absolutely incredible night of sex after celebrating Audrey’s birthday with co-workers. They awoke the next morning to deal with the supervisor/subordinate issue and the fact that Audrey was still married. But Audrey had knowledge of her husband’s infidelity and asked for a divorce. While waiting for the final paperwork, a late night at work brought Audrey and Willis together again on top of his desk. When the divorce final was settled, they marked the event with a whole weekend of wild passion. Willis was able to get Audrey a job as a cost analyst in the product development side of the company so she no longer reported to him. With that, they were able to date openly and plan for a wedding and honeymoon.

*

It had taken about three months of planning, but Audrey had worked with her best friends Susan and Kim to put together a very special small wedding for Willis and Audrey. Now as she walked down the aisle at the small church in her pale blue gown, she was so glad the moment was finally here. When she saw the look on Willis’ face, she knew that, for him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And yet, she had a number of surprises for him.

She took his breath away when he first saw her entering the sanctuary: Her brown hair with highlights cascaded over the shoulders of the pale blue gown. The gold necklace he had given her hung down to the flush cleavage of her full breasts. At the periphery of her exposed breast flesh he could see the verge of the tattoo on her right breast. Further down, the dress showed her narrow waist and full hips that excited him so.

Soon she was before him and he stared into her dark eyes, seeing the love and desire that he was so familiar with. As the minister spoke the greeting to the selected guests, Audrey smiled at him and then flicked her eyes down. She leaned forward just a bit as Willis’s eyes followed her glance and saw that she was not wearing a bra beneath her wedding gown, or if she was, it was a shelf or some other device that left most of her soft breast exposed. Obviously the bodice of the dress was designed to support her body but it was bit of a shock as he, and presumable others at the right angle, could look down her somewhat low cut dress and see most of her bare breasts. The shock of realization showed on his face and Audrey smiled at him.

The thought of her bare breasts within the dress, and the possibility of what she might, or might not be wearing further down her body made the photo session and reception an agonizing wait as time seemed to crawl by. They had not been together all week and his loins longed to join with her as husband and wife.

When they finally managed to leave, they rushed to the car. With bucket seats and a manual transmission, his car was not equipped for cuddling but they were only going about 30 minutes to get to their hotel suite for the first night. When they entered the room, Willis immediately swept her into his arms and French kissed her as he groped her body through the dress. Audrey whimpered and moans as the desire started to overtake her then pushed him back.

“Baby,” she said breathlessly. “God knows I want you so bad, but I must go to the bathroom first. My bladder is full of champagne.” She moved towards the bathroom. “Go ahead and get undressed, turn out the lights, and wait for me. I have another surprise for you.” She went in the bathroom and closed the door. He did as she directed and sat on bed to wait. Then the door opened….

He held his breath as he viewed his goddess, knowing he had never seen a woman so beautiful in all his life. The pare blue wedding gown was replaced by a sheer, almost transparent gown of the same color that made laughable attempt at concealment; every curve of her beautifully mature body was clearly visible as the bathroom light benind her shown through the sheer material. Those big breasts jiggled softly as she moved, supported by the half-bra of a blue satin corset. Her round nipples were stiff and hard, tenting the sheer fabric of the gown as they bulged out over the top of the corset. Her sexy strong legs were wrapped in shimmering blue stockings held up by blue & white lace garters. The wonderful taper of her legs was set atop two blue, stiletto heeled shoes strapped to her ankles.

“Audrey,” he whispered as he stared at his new wife. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Thank you,” she murmured melodiously as she moved up to stand in front of him. The power of her beauty was overwhelming to his mind, although other parts of his body had no problem in responding. His hard cock throbbed, the swollen purple head jutting out from his pubic hair.

“Aren’t you going to kiss your bride?” She cooed as she opened her arms to him. He smiled as he stood and wrapped his arms around her before pressing his lips to hers. With lips opened, their tongues jousted as they kissed İstanbul Escort with hungry passion. With the soft round globes of her ass in his hands, he drew her body against him, pressing his stiff shaft against her satin wrapped abdomen. In return, she pushed her large, soft mammaries into his bare chest, feeling the coarseness of his chest hair rub on her sensitive nipples.

After several gasped breaths and re-engagements, she finally pushed him back on to the bed. She took a step away and looked down on him as she shrugged the gown off her shoulders, letting the sheer fabric cascade to the floor at her feet. She carefully stepped out of the pile of fabric and stood before him in the dim light, her creamy skin offset by the blue satin of the corset and sheer stockings. It was an unspoken presentation of her body and her soul. Though they had been together many times before, this was the final submission, a submission that would last until death.

Willis shifted to the side and Audrey moved onto the bed and laid back, her legs spread to display her precious moist pussy lips. Her entire nether region was framed by the blue corset and stockings and seemed to be flushed with desire.

“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he moaned as he rolled over to place himself between her legs. Though they had been intimate for months and had sex in many ways, they both wanted this to be very special. With her exquisite body spread out before him, he desperately wanted give her total pleasure, no matter how hard it would be to hold his pleasure back until she was rewarded.

“Now baby…come to me,” she purred. “Come to your wife and give me the pleasure that only you can.” Holding her arms up to him, she invited her man to partake of the delights of her body. As he moved up between her legs, Willis could not help but stare at the large mounds of breast flesh, observing how they jiggled as he shifted on the bed.

She reached down and grasped his cock as he gradually eased down towards the waiting prize. With the tips of her fingers she tenderly directed the pulsing head of his manhood between her swollen and juicy labia. She purred as he fed his cock at a snail’s pace into the moist grip of her vagina. With agonizing slowness, he started to shift his shaft in and out of Audrey’s velvety cunt.

Squeezing her legs against her husband, she felt his hips rub against the smoothness of her nylons as she in turn caressed the backs of his legs with her silky calves. For Willis, it was so much more than sex, for he had never felt so connected to another person before. The intimate connection in their loins seemed to connect their souls in a new way.

Supporting his body over her, he looked down upon his new bride and found her looking back at him with so much love pouring up out of her deep brown eyes he almost cried. He was saved by noticing the wave-like motion of her large tits slowly moving in response to his slow fucking motion. The undulating mounds of flesh were strangely one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen.

Audrey felt her need begin to grow, a building hunger for a more energetic coupling. Spreading her legs, she planted her heels into the bed and angled her pelvis up, matching the direction of his movement so his penis slid deeper into her depths. This also allowed her flex her legs and hips to push back with his every thrust,

“Oh…yes…Baby…yes,” she moaned as she spread her knees even farther apart to expose herself to him. Willis’s hips rocked forward and back in a gradually increasing pace. He was very conscious of trying to make this love-making last forever but never had he felt as connected and simulated by her as right in this moment.

She must have felt it too as she threw her head back and closed her eyes. With her hair spread on the bed around her, she seemed almost to be in a trance as her body bounced back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. With his face just inches above hers, he saw her mouth open just slightly and her tongue ventured out to wet her lips. Suddenly filled with desire for her mouth, he bent down and pressed his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She groaned loudly as she her sucked on his tongue. This went on until they were both gasping for breath. Willis knew he couldn’t hold back much longer, but wanted to be sure she was there with him at the end.

“Oh baby…faster now,” she hissed as she reached out and pulled his hips down, encouraging him to fuck her faster.

Willis increased his pace, filling the room with the grunts and moans of the newlyweds. Added to the noise of the bed and their hips slapped together, the room was incredibly noisy. Audrey was so filled with love and passion, her head was spinning and her body shook with tension. With his eyes open, Willis watched as her tits sloshed back and forth uncontrollably above the blue corset as he pounded his cock into his new wife and she thrust herself back up at him.

“Oh GOD,” she howled loudly as her legs started Anadolu Yakası Escort to tremble and shiver. Her back muscles strained up and she lifted herself against him as her orgasm began and her body began to shudder. In her mind she saw an explosion of colors like fireworks behind her closed eyes. Thrusting upward one more time, she forced his cock as deeply as possible into her pussy. The climax started as a tingle in her toes and washed up through her body to explode in her head and chest at the same time, followed by wave after wave of pleasure.

For Willis, he felt her fingers dig into his hips as she pulled him into her as deep as he would go. He looked down to watch as her face contorted in the agony/ecstasy or orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably beneath him and a dribble of spit trickled out of the corner of her mouth. With eyes tightly closed, she shrieked and humped her pussy up at him again and again. The large mounds of breast-flesh shuddered, while her nipples seemed larger and harder than ever.

He had thought he would outlast her but the incredibly erotic sight of her orgasm pushed him over the edge. He howled as the first spasm of satisfaction tore through his cock as it throbbed and shot its pent up load of seamen into her womb. Audrey shook beneath him in response and a second spasm of pleasure jolted from his cock and through his body. The back and forth of contraction and tremor continued until there was nothing left in his balls.

Willis felt like her body had drained him, completely depleted him of energy. He lowered himself to her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her. He rested on his elbows just above her as they both gasped in badly needed air for their lungs. When he was breathing normally, he rolled to her side and laid back. The last sound her heard as he drifted into exhausted sleep was a murmur from her.

“I love you.”

The next morning, Audrey awoke to find herself still laid out on top of the bed covers. She was still dressed in the corset and stockings that she presented herself to her husband in. She turned her head and found Willis asleep and naked next to her. Her eyes automatically looked to his crotch, where his shrunken penis lay on his stomach, crusted with their dried sex juices. In truth, it really did not look appetizing at all.

She reached down to her own crotch, and found it sticky and nasty with the same dried fluids. Moving slowly and gently, she got up from the bed without waking him and moved to the bathroom, quietly closing the door. She started the shower and removed the corset and stockings. Stepping into the shower, she pulled the curtain closed and stepped under the water flow.

As soon as the water came on, Willis woke up. It took him a few moments to realize where he was but then he realized that his new bride must be in the shower. Stealthily, he moved to the bathroom door and slipped inside. He could see the outline of her delicious body through the shower curtain, which was enough to begin swelling his cock. He moved to the curtain and slid it open enough to slip into the shower.

“I was thinking you might need me to wash your back,” he said with a smile.

Audrey looked at her new husband, then down at his swelling cock, still hanging down but definitely thickening. She smiled back at him with her sexy smile. “I’m sure there is some parts of my body you could wash.” She moved to the side and held the soap out to him.

He stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. Taking the bar of soap from her hand, he started to rub the soap all over her smooth back. Using his hands he ensured her back was fully coated with soap, then he slid his hands down to her soft ass to ensure it was fully covered as well.

“Behave yourself,” she mockingly scolded him as his fingers worked the soap into her butt crack.

“But dear,” he protested. “I am just making sure I do a good job.” Audrey responded with a wiggle of her backside. Willis straightened up and move closer, pressing his chest hair against her back as nestled his thick shaft along her butt crack.

“I have a custom-made back scrubby for you,” he whispered into her ear. He worked his chest back and forth on her back, using his coarse chest hair to gently scour her back. As he did, it was only natural to reach around and cradle her pendulous breasts in his soapy hands. She purred in pleasure and started to move her ass up and down along the length of his shaft.

There is something hard-wired in most men that they would find extreme pleasure in the feel of wet, heavy breasts in their hands. Willis reveled in the sensuousness of the smooth and slippery skin of her large mammeries as he kneaded them with his fingers. This went on for some time, as they teetered on the edge of desire, where lust replaces love.

When he moved his hand down to her crotch, he found her lips swollen and ready. Gently easing a finger inside, it was no surprise that her pussy was hot and wet. Audrey reach Kartal Escort down and grabbed his hand, pulling his finger deeper into her body.

“Oh baby…yes,” she groaned. “I need it now…make me cum.” He pressed his knuckles against her clit as he wiggled his finger deep inside her. With the hot water pouring on her body while they stood naked in the shower, Willis continued to massage his brides large tit while finger-fucking her cunt with his other hand. Within moments, her body began to shake and she locked her knees to keep from falling.

“Oh God Oh God Oh God,” was all she said as the wave of climax washed through her. He supported her to keep her from falling as she went through the peak and fall of her orgasmic journey. As her orgasm passed and she relaxed, she turned around and pressed her soft body against his as her leaned up to kiss him. She ground her pelvis on his erection as her mouth pressed on his with a passion he felt all the way to his toes.

“Your turn,” she said with a smile as she broke away. She leaned back and allowed the water to spray on his front, rinsing the soap from his cock and balls. Taking his large prick in her hands, she carefully knelt on the bath mat in front of him.

“Are you going to suck me, sexy woman?” he asked with a smirk.

“Is that something you ask of a lady?” she answered with mock indignity.

“You are only a lady in public, dear wife,” he declared. “In private you are an incredibly hot and sexy slut…my slut…and I love you.”

As a reward, she pulled him towards her and ran her tongue along the stem of his cock, moving up and down the heavy length of his shaft until Willis moaned with desire. She moved her head to the end of his cock and swiped her wet tongue over his glans. When she took the entire knob between her soft lips, he knees actually felt weak. Sliding between the firm roof of her mouth and the pillow softness of her tongue, Willis felt his cockhead slid further back into her mouth until it met the supple cup of her throat.

One of his hands wrapped around the grab bar and the other braced against the shower wall as his knees weakened beneath him. Her fellatio was always good but this morning it was truly exquisite as Audrey’s mouth built up suction around his prick and her very talented tongue stroked and caressed him. With his head spinning, Willis was enraptured by the sensations of his new wife eating his cock along with the view below him as her head moved up and down on him.

Moaning around his thick shaft, her fingers moved to grip his soapy ass, holding him steady. She felt the edge of his anal crinkle with under the pad of her middle finger. Since he loved her ass so much, she wondered what his reaction would be to having his own played with. Applying a little pressure, she pressed her finger against his sphincter. With the soap already on her finger, it slipped easily into his butt. Knowing he already was close, Audrey rammed her whole finger into him as she deep throated him once more. She loved the taste of his cum and was anticipating the mouthful she was about to receive.

“Oh baby, I’m,,,gonna cum…soon!” Willis groaned. The warning was music to her ears and she started sucking as hard as she could with her lips wrapped firmly around his cum- laden his cock. She really wanted to nurse the morning load of semen out of his cock, to have it slid over her tongue, and to swallow it into her belly.

“Cumming, cumming!” He whined as he thrust his hips forward to fuck his man-shaft one more inch between her lips. Willis rewarded her with blast of spunk from his swollen cock, jerking and squirting into her wonderful mouth.

“Ummmllppp!” Audrey gurgled as the juice spewed into her mouth, squirting into the back of her throat. She clung to the thick cock and pressed her finger once more into his ass. He shot another load into her mouth, and she continued until she sucked all the salty cream out of his cock, loving the taste of her husband’s seed.

—–

Willis and Audrey had decided that they would spend their honeymoon wandering their way through Pennsylvania and New York, finishing up in Niagara-on-the-Lake at the outflow of the Niagara river in Ontario province. Although every night was an incredible sexual experience, their enjoyment of each other was not limited to their hotel room each night.

Driving up route 15 north of Williamsport, PA in their SUV, Willis slid towards the right side of his seat so he could comfortable reach over to Audrey and hold her hand. Today she had worn comfortably tight jeans and a loose, button-down shirt which conveniently was not buttoned all the way up, allowing her husband seductive views of her large breasts.

Of course that view had been known to get him in “trouble” from time to time. Glancing over and seeing a creamy tit, he moved his hand up and slid it inside her bra to wrap the pliant flesh in his hand. Audrey closed her eyes and moaned as he gently squeezed and caressed the sensitive skin of her weighty breast. Her ex-husband had been enamored with her large tits but had never treated them gently, thinking that they were to be crush for intense stimulation. But Willis was so gentle and loving, and his hands seemed to be made for her body. She arched her back and pressed her chest into his hand.

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Ashley’s Revenge Ch. 03

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The next thing that I remember was being woken up from a deep sleep by the sound of the phone ringing on the nightstand. I opened my eyes and realized that it was now morning. I grabbed the handset and looked at the caller-id display, it was my wife calling.

I took a deep breath and looked over next to me at Ashley. She was still asleep, half-covered by the comforter and still wearing my wife’s black lace babydoll. She looked like an angel in the morning light. I guess last night wasn’t a dream after all.

I pressed the talk button and said, “Hello.” My voice groggy, telegraphing the fact that I’d just woken up. Ashley’s hot, young body started to stir as my wife’s voice drifted in over the phone.

“What, did I wake you up?” she asked, leaving me no time to answer. “Since when do you sleep past nine?”

“Is it that late already,” I yawned, “I guess I just sleep more soundly when you’re not in bed tossing and turning.” Ashley looked up at me with her amazing blue eyes and smiled.

“Yeah, right,” my wife answered.

“How’s Caroline?” I asked, knowing my wife’s sister never seems to go a full day without a new crisis invading her life.

“She’s ok, we stayed in last night and made Margaritas and she told me all about how she was sure that Mike was going to come running back to her any day now.”

“Not if he’s smart, she’s crazy,” I said as Ashley reached over and let her red manicured fingernails slowly trace their way up and down the skin of my arm, sending little shockwaves through my body. “But, it sounds like you two had fun.”

“Yeah, we had loads of fun. How was your night? Did you do anything interesting?”

“I just watched the game, so no, nothing exciting,” I said as my eyes glanced down at the floor where a pair of black lack panties laid crumpled up in a ball. Ashley shook her head and giggled into the pillow before she sat up and arched her back, stretching her long, slender body. Even just waking up with her hair a total mess she looked like a supermodel. She rolled over next to me and used her warm, red lips to softly kiss my neck. It took all that I had to not make a sound as my wife continued talking.

“Who won?”

“I’m not sure, I guess I fell asleep.”

“You’re getting old,” my wife laughed.

“I know, what can I say?” I replied as Ashley softly nibbled on my neck, occasionally letting her soft, warm tongue trace my skin. I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the phone conversation and not on the beautiful blonde with me in my wife’s bed.

“Well, Caroline wants me to help her pick out a new couch this afternoon so I probably won’t be home until about 4 or 5. Is that ok?”

Ashley’s nibbled on my earlobe and whispered in my ear, “Tell her to stay away another night or two so I can have you all to myself.”

“Yeah, that’s fine, I was just going to do some reading or watch a movie or something. I don’t even feel like getting out of bed.” I wasn’t lying.

“You’re a lazy bum!” my wife laughed as Ashley slid her way down to my chest, using her soft, warm lips to tease my body as she looked up at me with her sparkling blue eyes. Each little teasing kiss moved her further down my torso by about an inch or two.

“I know, it’s not every day I get this big bed all to myself,” I chuckled.

Ashley kicked the comforter to the floor as she moved her body further down the bed. I watched her as she guided her lips precariously close to my hardening cock.

“Yeah, well at least nobody had to hear you snore last night,” my wife countered.

“I don’t snore, you’re full of crap.”

Ashley looked up at me, her eyes wide in disbelief as she mouthed the words, “You do too snore.”

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree,” my wife said as Ashley’s soft, wet tongue darted out of her mouth and playfully twirled around the head of my cock.

I started to moan and covered it by faking a yawn. I looked down at Ashley, wondering if I could really keep a normal tone of voice if she started really working my cock with that amazing mouth of hers.

“Wake up already,” my wife chided me as Ashley grinned and slid her amazing lips slowly up and down my hardening shaft. I fought back a moan as I tried to reach down and stop her. Ashley slapped my hand away as she looked up at me with her blue eyes, biting her lip and shaking her head slowly from side-to-side to tell me she was in control of the situation and not me.

“I will, just as soon as we hang up,” I said unconvincingly, distracted from the conversation by Ashley who was twirling her soft tongue around my balls while she slowly jerked my cock with her soft hands.

“Do you want me to pick up dinner on my way home tonight?” my wife asked, as Ashley wrapped her lips around my cockhead and slid each and every inch of my rock hard cock deep into her mouth. The sensation was setting my body on fire and it was all I could do to not acknowledge it.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you want,” I said as Ashley sucked on the tip of my cock playfully. Her soft lips Pendik Escort moving up and down my manhood as I continued to fight my way through the conversation with my wife.

“Oh, and I forgot to tell you yesterday,” my wife said, “Julie invited us over for some big 4th of July barbeque they’re having next weekend.”

“Really? They’re having a party on the 4th? What did you say?”

Julie just so happened to be Ashley’s mom. Ashley looked up at me, no doubt figuring out exactly the party I was talking about and smiled wide before sliding her soft red lips back down onto my throbbing flesh. She gripped my pulsating prick tightly between her soft lips and she bobbed her blonde head up and down, turning her face left and right as she twirled her tongue in the opposite direction.

“What could I say?” my wife answered as I fought back yet another moan, “I said we’d be there. But, with the looks that Ashley has been giving me since I told her mom about her being a drunken pot-head I’m guessing it’ll be a bit uncomfortable. I’m sure she won’t be happy to see us there.”

“Hey, don’t lump me in with you, I didn’t narc on the poor girl,” I laughed, “I’m pretty sure she still likes me.”

Ashley looked up from sucking my cock and nodded her pretty blonde head in agreement. She grasped my cock at the base like she was holding an ice-cream cone and she flicked at the big throbbing head with her hot, wet tongue. Her blue eyes were looking up at me and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh I forgot, since she’s tall, blonde and hot that makes me the bad guy here,” my wife said, still annoyed that I didn’t agree with her telling Ashley’s parents about the beer and weed in the first place.

“No, you’re the bad guy because you didn’t have to tell her parents about it. I remember you doing worse things than having a few beers and smoking a joint at Ashley’s age.”

Ashley’s eyes widened again as her deliciously soft lips engulfed my cock and slid slowly up and down my shaft. Her red manicured nails traced the skin of my thighs as her tongue swirled around my cock.

For a moment there was silence on the other end of the phone.

“That was a different time. Plus, Julie is my friend. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t tell her something like that about her daughter?”

“Look, I don’t want to argue with you. I just think Ashley is a good kid who was having some fun with her friends.”

Ashley looked up at me and I could see the mischievousness in her angelic blue eyes. She quickly removed her lips from my hard cock and looked at me, shaking her head slowly from side to side as her hand continued to slowly jerk my cock off.

I saw her lips starting to move so I quickly reached up and covered the phone with my hand.

“A kid? You think I’m a kid?” she whispered.

Before I could answer her, she had her lips back around my hard throbbing cock and she was going down on me with a newfound urgency. While the blowjob she had been giving me was first rate, it was now as if her life depended on her giving me the best blowjob of my life and she was doing a damned good job of it.

Fuck, my wife was still talking on the phone.

“You can think what you want, but I still think I did the right thing. If that means that precious little princess Ashley is going to give me the stink-eye for a while then so be it!”

“Whatever you say dear,” I said, my breathing now a bit labored as young Ashley was devouring my big, hard cock with absolute abandon. Her lips were gripping me tightly and sliding up and down, up and down, faster and harder, her tongue occasionally flicking my throbbing head in a way that made me want to explode.

“Whatever I say? It would be nice if you ever backed me up on something,” my wife snapped, perturbed.

I gripped the soft sheets with my free hand and bit my lip, trying to find the right words to answer my wife. Ashley slid her nails up my chest as her mouth gave my cock the first-class treatment. I watched as it disappeared into her mouth and I felt the electricity as her tongue twirled around my flesh like it was a candy cane as she slid her red lips back off of it.

“I just mean I’m sure everyone will get over it,” I somehow said in a fairly normal tone of voice.

“There is nothing for me to get over. It’s Ashley that needs to learn her place,” my wife said as Ashley dug her fingernails into my chest and slowly dragged them down my skin. She sucked my cock with everything she had. Her soft blonde hair was flying every which way. Her head was moving up and down as she milked my cock with her soft, red lips. Her tongue circled my cockhead quickly then she sucked me deep into her throat. I closed my eyes and clenched my lips shut, somehow staying silent as my cock exploded sending what seemed like liters of my hot, sticky cum straight down Ashley’s throat.

“You’re right, honey,” I said in a soft groan, “Ashley needs to learn her place.”

Ashley glanced up at me, smiling. Her fingernails sliding ever so softly Kurtköy Escort over my skin as her tongue was slowly cleaning every drop of my jizz from my cock.

“We can talk about it when I get home,” my wife said.

“Ok, have fun picking out furniture.”

“I love you,” my wife said.

I looked down at Ashley, her eyes no longer annoyed. If anything she now looked more content than I’d ever seen her look before.

“I love you too,” I said as I looked deep into Ashley’s eyes before hanging up the phone.

“Aww, how sweet,” Ashley grinned, kissing my cock.

“You think? Fuck!” I moaned, finally able to let one out.

“Mmhmm, I do.”

“That wasn’t very nice, you know,” I groaned.

“What?” the innocent little girl voice responded.

“Doing that when I was on the phone, I am not sure how I was able to keep it together.”

“You had incentive,” she giggled.

I took a deep breath as I looked down at Ashley; she was lying between my legs with my semi-erect cock in her hand. Every now and then she’d use that soft, sweet, little girl tongue to flick the head of my cock, just to tease me.

“You know I don’t see you as a kid, don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” she said as she moved back up onto the bed next to me. “I guess I forget that you watched me grow up.”

“And you have grown up nicely, Ashley,” I said as I put my arm around her and pulled her body closer to mine.

“I just don’t want you to see me as some stupid kid,” she said softly.

“I don’t. Not at all.” I looked into her eyes and said, “A kid wouldn’t be able to look as absolutely scorching hot as you do in that babydoll.”

“True, very true,” she smiled. “And, the more I think about it I guess it might be ok for you to call me a ‘kid’ when talking to your bitch of a wife,” Ashley giggled as she snuggled up in my arms.

“Why is that?”

“Because, if she thinks I’m just a kid she won’t see me as a threat.”

I kissed her neck as we laid there on the big bed with the sun now coming full force through the blinds. I let my fingertips trace the contours of her body and enjoyed just being in that moment with her.

“So your wife thinks I need to learn my place, huh?” Ashley moaned as she pressed her body up against mine.

“Mmhmm, she does.”

“Too bad the stupid bitch doesn’t know my ‘place’ is riding her husband’s cock,” Ashley said with a wicked little grin. I pulled her body close to mine and I kissed her softly. My hands slid down her back to her ass where I gave her a playful squeeze.

“There are worse places to be,” I whispered looking into her eyes.

The moment was broken by the chorus of Pink’s “Slut Like You,” which came blaring from Ashley’s iPhone. She jumped up and scampered off the bed and grabbed the phone off of the dresser.

“Hey Linds! What’s up, slut?” Ashley giggled as she listened to her friend on the other side of the phone.

I sat up on the bed, looking around the room and thinking about the improbable night that I had the night before. How did a quite night alone watching the ballgame turn into me fucking the hot blonde goddess standing in front of me?

“Ok, I’ll shower and head home in a few,” Ashley said as she noticed my eyes upon her and she smiled. She twirled around slowly to give me one last look of her in that black lace babydoll that would soon be back safely in the dresser drawer. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she giggled as she hung up the phone.

“Wouldn’t you like to know what?” I asked, standing up.

“Linds wanted to know where I was, who I was with and if I’d gotten fucked like the ‘dirty little slut’ that I am.”

“Well, did you?” I grinned.

“I’ll never tell!” Ashley giggled as she looked up at me. “Want to help me get undressed?”

I walked over to her, wearing nothing but a smile myself, and slid the babydoll up over her head. Upon seeing her hot, young naked body in front of me my cock sprung fully back to life, Ashley took notice and shook her head.

“Aren’t you old guys supposed to need, you know, reloading time?” she smirked.

“Very funny, little girl,” I smiled, a bit surprised myself at how quickly I was ready to go again. “I guess the guys that need Viagra don’t have sexy teenage blonde girls to fuck.”

“You’re probably right,” she smiled. “That was Lindsey on the phone, as you’ve probably guessed. My mom was already calling over there looking for me this morning so Linds told her I was in the shower.”

“Well then, we’d better get you nice and clean so we can send you home.”

“Not until after we’ve taken care of this,” Ashley said as she reached down and grabbed my hard cock. I loved that she seemed to be getting bolder with each minute that passed.

“We can take care of both in the shower,” I grinned as I took Ashley by the hand and led her into the spacious master bath. I opened the door to the large tiled shower and turned the water on. She looked up at me with her blue eyes, smiling as I wrapped my arms around her Maltepe Escort thin waist and pulled her warm body to mine. My hard throbbing cock rubbing up against her body as our lips met for a long, deep kiss.

I stepped into the hot shower and pulled her inside with me. The water was hot enough that the shower was already filling up with steam. The multiple jets streamed the soothing hot liquid onto just about every inch of our naked bodies and it felt amazing.

Our kisses grew more passionate by the moment, my hands were exploring her body and my cock was throbbing like it was going to explode. I spun her body around so she was facing away from me and I wrapped my arms around her once more as I leaned in to kiss her neck.

My big, strong hands slid slowly up and down her teen body, memorizing every spectacular inch. I cupped her firm breasts in my hands and softly squeezed her hard nipples between my fingertips as the hot water cascaded down her body.

“Fuck,” she moaned, leaning her head back towards me as I playfully bit her neck. She could feel my raging cock up against her backside as I slid my left hand down her torso until it came to rest between her legs. As the hot water rolled down our bodies I used my fingertips to find her clit. I traced her little button softly and her body jumped at my touch. I bit down on her neck harder as my fingertips made soft little circles around her clit, causing her to moan loudly.

“You like that, baby?” I whispered softly in her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped, breathing heavily.

I curled my index finger and slowly slid it inside of Ashley’s waiting pussy. I guided it slowly in and out while I softly kissed and nibbled upon the soft skin of her neck. My other hand slid from breast to breast and squeezed her hard nipples. She was having trouble staying on her feet as my finger slid in and out of her steaming wet furnace of a pussy, which I swear was hotter than the water coming from the showerheads.

I pushed her sexy body forward until she came in contact with the cool tiled wall. She moaned as her firm breasts pressed up against the tiles and I continued to finger fuck her tight little teenage pussy with my index finger. In and out my finger slid as she let out soft little yelps of pleasure. I added my middle finger to the mix and the yelps became screams.

With my right hand I reached up and I gathered a handful of Ashley’s wet blonde hair. I gripped it tightly and pulled her hair back as my fingers slid in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned.

I tugged her hair back harder and pounded her little pussy with my fingers. I rubbed her clit faster using the base of my thumb to make quick little circles around her hot button.

“Oh my God, yes!” she screamed.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Cum for me, you little slut.”

Ashley let out a long moan and her body started shaking. I could feel her tight little pussy gripping down on my fingers as they slid in and out of her faster and faster. I tugged her soft blonde hair back and nibbled on her neck as she exploded.

“Holy fuck!” she screamed out as her knees started to buckle. I pressed her harder against the wall in order to hold her up as my fingers continued their assault on her tight pussy. I tugged her hair back hard and continued kissing and nibbling on her neck until her orgasm subsided.

Ashley gasped and took a deep breath as I slid my fingers from her tight wet pussy. Her young body collapsed into the wall as she moaned and tried to catch her breath. I released her hair and wrapped my arms around her body as the hot water continued to flow over us.

“Wow,” she groaned.

“Yeah, I am pretty good,” I grinned. My hard cock still raging and pressing up against Ashley’s body as we stood in the hot shower.

“I thought we came in here to take care of you,” she said softly.

“We did. We’re far from done, my dear.”

“Oh?” she groaned as I let my fingertips find their way back between her legs. “I don’t know if I can,” she said as I slid my finger back inside her tiny little pussy causing her to let out a high pitched moan.

“Oh yes, you can,” I growled out as I slid my finger slowly in and out a few times before I slipped it free and moved my hands to her hips. My cock was throbbing as the hot water pelted us from all directions. I guided my cockhead to her pink pussy lips and teased her by sliding it in just an inch before pulling it right back out again.

“Fuck,” she moaned as I repeated the little teasing fuckstrokes, slipping just the head of my prick in and out of her tiny little pussy.

“You like that?” I groaned, holding firmly onto her hips.

“Mmhmm, I do,” she whimpered.

“Good girl,” I said as I slid my raging cock inside of her again, this time about two inches deep before I pulled it back out of her. I wanted to fuck her so hard but I was having so much fun teasing this young little slut.

It only took another few strokes before she looked back over her shoulder at me through the steam and I could see the lust in her blue eyes. “Fuck me,” she begged.

“But you need to go home, mommy is waiting,” I smiled.

“Please fuck me,” she moaned.

“What a dirty little slut, begging for married cock,” I groaned.

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