“I want you to seduce your father. I want him to be a man again and since he won’t leave the house, I’m asking you to fuck him for me. Be my proxy Renee, give him what I can’t, please?” I stared at the roses in her cheeks and only two thoughts entered my mind. The color in her cheeks was beautiful but her words were the ugliest I’d ever heard. I leaped from the sofa and fled.
family comes together. Sorta!
Coninuing adventures of Joan
here’s another part. Sorry to the reader who wasn’t happy with part 1. but i can’t please everyone. to the rest who enjoyed it my thakns and hope you will enjoy the rest
Our new fishing buddy taught us a foolproof method for catching fish.
Louise’s night of unadulterated passion ans surpises continues until morning
The embarassment of a child in front of a class…
My name is Tom Wright.
I grew up in Westlake, Ohio, and graduated from Westlake Highschool last month, the day before my 18th birthday. I’m writing this letter to try and explain what really happened over the weekend, because the news has almost all of it wrong. I don’t expect you to understand or agree with what I did, but I would like you to at least hear an explanation directly from me.
First, I need to tell you a little bit about my history with Sara Maarten. Sara and I were friends since the third grade, when she and her parents moved to Cleveland from The Netherlands. She spoke perfect English, but her Dutch accent made some of the kids, especially other girls, laugh at her. I loved it. She and I were friends almost from the first time we met. We lived just a few blocks apart, so I saw her all the time on weekends and during the summer. Lucky for us, my parents got along very well with hers, and they would hang out and play cards sometimes while Sara and I played in the yard and eventually fell asleep together on the couch watching television. We started spending the night at eachother’s houses in 5th grade.
In 6th grade we had our first kiss. I’ll never forget it, mostly because it was so embarassing. We were watching a movie, and she had her head on a pillow in my lap like she always did. The actors were kissing, and suddenly she just sat up and kissed me right on the lips. She backed off, smiled, then came in for another one. I lurched forward at just the wrong minute, and our top teeth hit, making both of us say “OW!” at exactly the same time. It was weird, and funny, and embarassing. We laughed about it for a few mintues, then finished the movie. Our next few visits were a little awkward, probably because both of us were trying to figure out if anything else was going to happen. But it didn’t, and eventually we settled back in to our old routine like nothing had ever happened. I loved her, and thought she was beautiful. But she was more like my sister than anything else. Our first kiss was our last, if you don’t count that time in the photobooth when she and Becky sat on my lap and kissed me on the cheeks while I grinned like a fool idiot for the camera.
She started dating in 8th grade. I think her first ‘boyfriend’ was Micah Samuels – which was kind of a surprise to me, since I had never seen them talk or hang out together before that summer. They went to a few movies together, made out all the time, and were completely inseperable for about 6 weeks. She gave him a blowjob on the last day of summer, and told me all about it on the phone afterwards, which was awkward to say the least. It must not have been very good for either of them, because I don’t think they spoke to eachother ever again after the first day of 9th grade. She never talked about him again.
She dated occaisionally for the two years, but nothing lasted very long. I’d go without seeing her much for a month or two, then she’d break up with the guy and we would drop right back into our old weekend routine like nothing ever happened.
She met James Holloran at the beginning of junior year, and he was all she talked about for months. James’ family moved to Cleveland from Midland, Texas that summer. He was tall and narrow at the time, and his thick southern accent made her melt. She finally got her shot at him that November, at a party in Linndale. After that I almost never saw her outside of school. We still talked on the phone about once a week, but by January I was dating a girl from Lakewood, and so we gradually lost track of eachother.
I liked James well enough. He was tough, but not an asshole – even though a lot of his friends were. He played football junior and senior year, and by the beginning of this year he had gained about 20 pounds of muscle and was the fastest and strongest white guy in school. Last fall he made alternate on the all-state football team on offense and defense, which was pretty cool. He and Sara were both beautiful, and almost everybody liked them. He was nice to me, and didn’t seem to mind when Sara insisted that I give her piggyback rides in the parkling lot outside school. It took me a while to fully warm up to him, since he was dating my best friend, but I honestly managed it. I was happy for them both. Sara looked spectacular at prom, and I even got to dance with her while James was talking to his friends. She smelled like champagne.
The Monday after prom, everything changed. I got a text on my way to school that morning: “OMFG did you hear about Sara?” As soon as I saw that message on the screen my stomach clenched, and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I turned around and drove to her house. There was a police car in the driveway. I jumped out and ran to the door, which was open. Sara’s mom was standing in the doorway, talking to one of thier neighbors.
I knew what happened even before they told me. Sara was dead. She had overdosed on Sunday afternoon.
I spent five hours at thier house, crying with her mother and talking to her dad. There was no advance warning. No signs of trouble until early Saturday afternoon, when Sara came home from prom. She was wearing dark sunglasses, and didn’t speak to her parents before going up to her room and locking the door. Her mom knocked, but Sara said she needed to sleep and asked to be left alone. The next time they saw her she was dead. Her suicide note, which I never saw, apparently said she loved her parents and her friends, but didn’t give a reason for what she did.
James was at the funeral. I stood right next to him. He said he couldn’t talk about it. I believed him.
Graduation was fucking terrible. We had to show up to officially graduate, so most of us were there. The whole thing should have been cancelled, but the principal and the school board thought it would be best to go ahead. There was a “tribute” to Sara’s memory, which was ridiculous and contrived. Once it was finally over everyone just left. No cheering, hat throwing, or anything like that.
The next day I got an anonymous text with a link to Sendspace, a password. I would have ignored it, except that the subject line said “Sara”. I logged on and downloaded a 210Mb movie file. The second I opened the movie I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life in prison. And I was OK with that.
There on the screen was Sara, passed out in a bathtub, wearing a t-shirt but otherwise naked. Mascara and lipstick were streaked across her face. She was passed out. There were lots of cans and bottles in the tub, but otherwise she was fully exposed. Her crotch was swollen, and there were bruises and bright red handprints on her legs, her stomach, her breasts, and her face.
The person with the camera walked out of the bathroom for a moment to film the scene in the other room. I saw James passed out in the corner, still wearing his tux. A few of his friends were running around the room, turning over furniture, pulling down the curtains. I saw one of them pissing in the corner. Another one was running around with a bottle of hairspray and a lighter, playing Flamethrower. Most were boys, but there were a few girls in the mix. Four people were fucking on the bed, and two more on the floor.
I pulled out a piece of paper and started writing down names.
Brock Johnson
Amy Highsmith
John Jackson
Scott Yates
The cameraman returned to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. He zoomed into her crotch. He picked up a glass beer bottle and twisted it into her asshole. I could see the flesh and muscle resisting, but the guy kept pushing the bottle until the entire neck disappeared inside her. He thrust the bottle inside her 40 or 50 times, as fast as he could, forcing it in as deep as it could possibly go. Her body never moved. When he was finished he pulled the bottle out and held it close to the camera, rotating it slowly so the viewer could see all the mucous and small flecks of blood that coated the neck.
Throwing the bottle aside, he refocused on someone new entering the bathroom. The camera never made it above his waist, so I couldn’t see who it was. He stepped into the tub, straddling her. Then the shorts and underwear came off. He masturbated while rubbing his cock on her face. After a minute or so he reached down and pulled apart her lips, stuffed the head of his penis in her mouth, and shot into her mouth. She never moved.
The cameraman got out of the tub and went back into the hotel room. He walked to the corner where James was laying, and producing the beer bottle that he had used to rape Sara, started rubbing it on his face. James was fully dressed and obviously unconcious. The cameraman forced the neck of the bottle into his mouth several times. I could hear it scraping against his teeth as it slid in and out. He left it there and returned to the bathroom. On the way he caught several more faces of people I knew.
Cathy Francis
Mike Moore
Mike Halpern
Jun Lee
Damian Veatch
Back in the bathroom he sat the camera down on the edge of the tub, climbed in, and stood above her head. A second later I saw why. He soaked her hair with a hot foamy stream of urine, then aimed for her eyes and mouth. When he was done, stepped out and picked up the camera. For a split second I saw his face.
Micah Samuels.
I knew what to do. It took me four days to plan.
I showed Sara’s senior picture to Damian, then shot him in the face. I stabbed and strangled Jun behind the grocery store where he worked. I killed Mike Halpern with a knife from his own kitchen while he was playing Xbox. I found Mike Moore sleeping in the sun in his back yard, and beat his skull in with a sledgehammer. He never moved. I followed Cathy Francis to the mall and then shot her in the stomach as she was getting out of her car.
I went to Scott’s house and found him watching an Indians game on TV. I cut his throat from behind with a boxcutter. I killed John and Amy with my grandfather’s shotgun while they were coming out of Brock Johnson’s house, then went inside and beat Brock to death with a golf club I found in his coat closet. Brock’s mom was screaming and trying to stop me, but she is only 5 feet tall and not very strong. I pushed her out of the way and left.
By the time I got into my car the air was buzzing with ambulance and police sirens.
I found Micah at work. I shot him in the left knee, then held his face in my hands and watched the life pass out of him as I stabbed him over and over again in the stomach. His coworkers were screaming and trying to get out of the building. Once I was sure he was dead I laid my weapons aside, sat down about ten feet from the body, and waited for the police.
It had taken me six hours and ten minutes to kill the 10 of the 11 people I could identify from the video.
I leave James to sort out his conscience in his own.
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I am sucking Julies cunt when her mother walks in.
The school trip was over and the long ride home was taking place. Early in the morning one of the younger girls elects to wake up her close friends and they eagerly diddle with each other.
Sitting in the airport while waiting on my flight, we passed time talking about random subjects and joking about random things. As we conversed, my eyes roamed around the seating area, watching the various travelers coming and going as they arrived or departed. Even though we were in separate seats we were leaning close to one another. You rested your head sweetly on my shoulder and I turned to softly place a kiss on your hair. During a point of silence you twisted closer and buried your face in my neck. I heard your slow, deep inhale as you breathed in my cologne. I smiled as your exhale ended with a note of content.
At a moment you must have thought no one was looking…or perhaps you didn’t really care if anyone was…you nipped playfully at the tender skin with the edge of your teeth, catching just enough to send goosebumps down the length of my arm. I playfully warned you of the consequences if you decided to continue, which you blatantly disregarded with another bite…this time leaning in and capturing more skin, deftly sucking it into your mouth. I gasped as that all too familiar electric current traveled directly between my legs. I hooked my arm around to the backside of your head, pulling you closer and in return you sank your teeth even deeper into my flesh. Still very aware of the people around us, it took all I had to stifle the release of the moan forming in my throat..
You drew back and looked at me, the self-satisfaction so evident in your twinkling eyes and teasing smirk I had to laugh. Oh yes, you knew my weak spots, how to get me worked up…and I was already aching. But, I also knew yours…
Returning your smirk with one of my own, I edged close to your ear and in a steady whisper instructed, “Meet me in the restroom one minute from the time you see me go through the doorway. I’ll be waiting in the very last stall.”
I glanced at you only fleetingly as I picked up my backpack, slung it over my shoulder and walked with a deliberate pace across the waiting area to the entrance at the other wall. I looked at my watch as soon as I entered then searched the restroom for people. Thankfully, only one stall was occupied and it was at the very front. As I made my way to the back, I noticed just how shallow my breathing had suddenly become. Inserting myself into the last stall, the larger one meant to accommodate those in wheelchairs, I closed the door but left the latch untouched. I placed my bag in plain sight on the floor to ensure no one else would think the toilet was free.
This particular stall was the ‘full service’ kind, with a sink and mirror in the corner. I approached the basin and glanced at my reflection in the glass. Would she really do this? I silently asked myself. I rotated my wrist and looked at my watch as my constricted lungs sucked in a breath of oxygen. Turning to lean my backside against the sink, I waited. Only 15 seconds had passed. Damn, I thought, as I licked my suddenly dry lips in anticipation.
Tick-tock…tick-tock… went my watch. Twenty five seconds turned to thirty as I imagined you opening the door and sliding in, your eyes holding my stare as you advanced toward me….
Agonizingly, the secondhand reached forty-five. The rapid thud of my heartbeat echoed in my ears as the throbbing between my legs radiated through me.
Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two…fifty-five seconds approached and I immediately wondered if I had presumed too much. My racing thoughts shifted from fucking you against the restroom wall to the analytical… Were you still out there in the waiting area? Too afraid? Not interested?
My stomach knotted and I sighed with disappointment as I prepared to exit the stall. As I was leaning over to pick up my bag however, the door creaked as it opened and you slowly stepped inside. Straightening, I watched as you rotated the lock into its latch and turned to face me. Your movements seemed almost slow motion. My expression was a mixture of surprise and arousal as you approached me and aligned your body to mine.
You looked into my eyes. I looked into yours. That self-satisfied expression from just moments ago was still present in your gaze and manifested itself once again in the smile that tilted your lips ever so slightly.
“So, I’m here…” you said quietly, your brow arching inquisitively. “What now?”
I was in slight awe that you were actually standing there with your body pressed against mine, but the heat emanating from you was definitely not imaginary. With the fingertips of my right hand, I grazed the curve of your mouth, tracing over the fullness of your lower lip in a slow, delicate back and forth pattern. The caress must have tickled because you pulled your lip into your mouth to bite it as your eyes drifted closed.
Before you opened them again, I cupped your face with both of my hands and brought my mouth to yours. At first our kiss was a sweet and gentle exploration; almost timid despite the number of times we had previously done so. When my tongue slipped into your mouth and collided with yours though, a sense of urgency replaced apprehension and the kiss quickly changed from mellow to intense. Your hands flew to the back of my head and pulled me closer, rigidly pushing your tongue further into my mouth so I would circle my lips around it and suck. I always loved how your fingers would course through the short strands of my hair, finding just enough to clench and tug while simultaneously drawing me into you.
For several moments, there was a dueling of tongues, clashing of teeth, biting of lips, roaming of hands through hair, over shoulders and beyond as we feasted on one another’s mouths. The sound of our breathing and slight moans reverberated over the the tiled walls as the sound of more activity happening outside the stall reached my ears. Placing my hands at your hips, I turned 180 degrees and walked you into the wall between the sink and the toilet. I pulled away and reached with my left hand to turn on the faucet. Leaving the water on, I then returned my attention to you and swiftly buried my hand in the hair at the base of your neck, grabbing a handful and jerking your head back and to the side. The yank elicited a gasp from you just as I knew it would, but not quite loud enough to carry over the running tap.
Swooping down, I hungrily sank my teeth into the exposed flesh of your neck, sucking fiercely and evoking yet another moan from you…this one more pronounced. You dug your fingernails into my forearms as I continued biting, breaking the tiny blood vessels just beneath your skin. My hands traveled to the hem of your shirt, the fingertips of my right slipped beneath the fabric to linger at the waistband of your jeans, sliding inside just a tad to absorb the heat radiating from your skin.
I unhook the button and slide my hand all the way inside to cup my hand over your panties. If your skin was hot, the heat exuding from your aching core was scorching. Pressing into you, I massaged lightly and immediately felt your essence soak the cloth. My mouth finds its way back to yours as I teasingly draw my fingers upward and press directly into your clit, causing your body to jerk in response. I swallow the rush of your shallow breath before your teeth catch my lower lip and bite.
As much as I so badly wanted to mercilessly tease you, to bring you to the edge repeatedly before actually allowing you to tumble over, I realized time was of significance and we really didn’t have much to take advantage of.
With that realization at the front of my mind, I moved back from you a couple steps to position myself at the front of the toilet, grasping your hand to pull you around and in front of me. I sat down on the very edge, my face now level with your lower belly. Lifting the hem of your shirt, I spent a few seconds slowly lowering the zipper of your jeans. As the zipper reached the end and I parted the material, I peeked up at you and flashed that well known smirk of mine. I leaned forward the few inches between my mouth and your exposed abdomen, placing my hands at your hips and then my warm mouth against you. As I trailed over the heated smoothness of your stomach, you buried your fingers in my hair to draw me closer. The scent of your skin coupled with the intoxicating scent that was all you filled my nose as I inhaled slowly and deeply.
I curved my fingers over the band of your panties, revealing the dark, neatly trimmed hair framing the part of you I was, without a doubt, addicted to. I quickly slipped past the barrier and directly to the opening of your pussy, dipping my middle finger into the wetness that had formed. Your head titled back as I moved in and out just slightly and you tightened the grip you had of my hair as I glided my fingertip up to your swollen clit… flicking right over it several times. Your legs jerked and I could hear the moans collecting in your throat before escaping with the sharpness of your breathing.
For a few brief moments, I stroked the engorged nub with your oh-so-sweet nectar. I then decided I needed…yes, needed…to taste you. Even if only for a another few brief moments as the question of when I might again echoed in my brain.
Almost hurriedly, I grabbed at your jeans and pulled them down a couple inches to allow me better access. You looked at me curiously as it seemed my quick movements caught you a little off guard. The surprise ended immediately, though, as you felt my mouth at the outer lips of your pussy…gasping as my tongue tip aimed directly for your clit, pressing at it insistently before capturing it between my teeth and lightly squeezing. Darting my tongue further into your slit, I slid downward and moaned as your juices coated my tastebuds. Damn, I loved your taste…
I extract my mouth from you, albeit reluctantly, and instruct you to straddle me. Your eyes darken as you situate yourself on my lap and wrap your legs around my middle, your feet against the back of the toilet. Our gazes meet for an instant before you lean in to taste yourself by slowly skimming your tongue over and around my lips. I poke out my own tongue and gently push it against yours, granting you a more thorough sampling and you encircle your mouth around it, intently suckling.
You wiggle a little as I tug at your jeans to lower them just a bit more. My right hand returns to its favorite spot of the moment between your legs. At first I use only the pad of my thumb to caress your clit, the moisture from you and the previous attentions of my mouth still covering the kernel…swelled, pulsating and throbbing. Your body twitched and you buried your face in the curve of my neck and shoulder as I began a rotating pattern of flicking and pressing.
Just as your reactions were heightening, I stopped. You let loose a half groan, half laugh, knowing full well I was teasing you. With momentary satisfaction, I smiled against your ear before descending…smoothly and deftly thrusting two fingers into your dripping core. As I pushed in as far as I could go, your teeth sank into the muscle of my shoulder. The smile was instantly wiped from my face and “fuck…” cascaded from my mouth on a moan and into your ear. You only bit harder as I began to shove in and out of you, rocking your hips in time with my hand.
Ceasing my thrusting movements for a moment, I keep my fingers deep inside you and focus on rubbing the tips back and forth over the grooves of your G-spot. Your body froze for a moment as the pleasure flooding through you abruptly changed its course. The mad rocking of your hips becomes a slower, more deliberate movement against me and I can feel a deep quiver forming from within you.
The water still running in the sink next to us, the people in the restroom doing their business, quite possibly fully aware of what was going on in this stall… I was suddenly oblivious to it all. My thoughts, my actions, my desires…all fled to one track, and that was to make you cum. Hard and fast. I didn’t care how loudly I made you cry out. I simply wanted to feel you explode from the inside out around me.
My fingers plunged further, shoving forcefully and on the way out curled upwards to scale over those sensitive ridges again and again. I repeated this over and over as you rode my hand. Where my thrusting alone couldn’t reach, you granted me access with your insistent arching into me. It was clear that hard and fast were on your mind as well…
Your moans became small cries and your breathing turned sharp and shallow. My own breathing did the same as all of my senses were overloaded in response to you. My hand smashed into you…you crashed into me. You…were…so…close.
Several more thrusts and I locked my lips over yours just seconds before you erupted, catching the near scream you let loose in my mouth and stifling its volume by a decibel or two. There was something about tasting an orgasm’s resulting moans that I absolutely loved. You clutched my shirt in your fists and wrapped your legs even more tightly around me as the walls of your pussy closed and pulsated gloriously around my fingers.
You held yourself against me for another moment as the spasms flooding through you calmed and your breathing relaxed. We kissed yet again, the same gentle exploration of earlier returning…
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This is a continuation of Tommy’s story about becoming his widowed mother’s lover. The reader is encouraged to read that story prior to enjoying this tale in order to have a better understanding of the characters and the circumstances that led to this phase of the story. This part explores the next several years if this incestuous relationship and how the experience expanded and changed.
Cradled between your tender thighs I lift you to my mouth
An evening out with two old friends changes my life forever. I get seduced into my first threesome and my first bi experience.
dressing, public toilet, older man, learning, oral, anal,
There are many poisons, but this is something new.
It all started when I was in college and my uncle Jim gave me a part time job working in his Security Installation Business.
After about 6 to 8 months I was out doing house calls on my own.
Now my uncle Jim is one of the best mentors I have ever had. He had a way with customers that had them keep coming back. “The first rule of business” He would say.
Not only was he good at dealing with them but most of the woman he dealt with seem to glow when he was a round.
It didn’t take me long to work out that some of them were getting more than their Installations work on!
One evening over a few cold ones, Jim ask me if I had been given any extra jobs out of my house calls. What sort of jobs I asked trying to pretend I don’t know what he meant.
“You know special favours with all them single woman.” He said as he nudged me in the side.
“I’m not exactly sure I know what you mean Jim, but has this got to do with having closer customer relations where I service the female clients as well as their installations” I said sounding surprised.
“You got it there Steve you hit the nail right on the head!” Jim said with a grin from ear to ear.
Jim went on to explain how he had been the ultimate service man for years screwing all sorts of women right to the point that they have even recommended him to their friends.
I was a little surprised, of course I knew he may have got one or two in his time, but for it to be a main part of his business, this was a shock.
A few more hours and a few more beers later I had the full story of what he had been doing, all of the lead in lines and how to respond when you get a reaction.
By this time I was so fascinated that I couldn’t wait to get to work on it right away.
Plenty of times while on the Job I have noticed some of the woman extra friendly with the cool drinks and constantly watching me work. (I usually hate been watched while I work)
The next couple of weeks all I could think about was what Jim had told me and how I could put it into action. Jim had offered to set me up but I didn’t want that, I wanted to do it for myself.
The following week I had to finish a job where I was installing some security devices for a woman in the wealthier part of town.
Last time I was their a few months before, I notice that she keep smiling bringing me drinks, asking if I was ok and I even saw her looking at my but a few times.
The night before, I though I better give Ms Barker a ring and let her know I would be there in the morning and would probably be there most of the day.
She said it was fine as she was going to be home all day herself and if I need her assistance she would be by my side. After listening to my uncle Jim’s advice I thanked her and suggested that if I need her help I won’t hesitate to ask.
The next morning when I arrived, Ms Barker met me at the door as usual with all smiles and compliments.
“Hi there Steve you’re so punctual, I like a man that’s on time its very professional”
“Why thank you Ms Barker that’s such a compliment” I said smiling back at her.
“Oh don’t be silly Steve call me Karen you make me sound like a School Teacher. You’re looking well these days”
“Thank you Karen you’re looking vibrant yourself.” I said and we proceeded inside.
She took me through to the work area which was the living room where I was to first do some wiring.
As I put my tools down I bent right over and pause for a minute to slowly unlock my toolbox. I notice that Karen was still behind me and hadn’t moved so I presumed she was having a good look at my butt.
I heard a deep sigh and then she said that she will make us coffee before I started, I said that would be great.
Karen was about mid 40ish with long red hair and still looked as attractive as most woman 10 years younger than her. She was married to an Insurance salesman that spent a lot of time on the road selling. Hence the reason Karen seemed a bit lonely.
This particular day she had dressed in a light floral summer dress that showed her knees and a little cleavage.
After coffee I got stuck into the work and had a lot of the main stuff out of the way. I still had some wiring to do in the ceiling and had to get up the man hole.
I called on Karen to help me by holding the ladder and talking to me while I was up there so I knew where to find the connections.
When I climbed back down the ladder, we brushed momentarily and I felt a faint stirring rise in my loins.
I continue over to get the last lot of connections done up with Karen following me still keen to chat.
The subject came up about her husband and how he was always on the road trying to make that extra sale (as she put it!) I replied by saying that he should balance his work and life more evenly.
I finished the last connections and packed up the tools when Karen asked me if it was ok if I could stay for a few drinks for doing such a good job. I agreed without hesitation.
I put the tools in the truck and went back inside and sat on the sofa where Karen had bought me out a beer. She mixed herself a drink and then sat beside me and began asking me more details about myself.
I was into my second beer and I could tell she was well relaxed with me now, so I decided to up the tempo.
I turned and looked at her for a moment and said to her that she had the most beautiful eyes, held my gaze for a split second longer then looked away.
I turned to her again and kept my gaze and she was gazing back. I reach out and put my hand gently on her neck and ran my thumb across her cheek. She tilted her head slightly then it fell towards mine where our lips met. I slowly nibbled at her bottom lip as she responded and then it rolled into a full kiss where our tongues started to entwine.
I slide my hand down to her side and in to her breast and heard her moan. My cock was aching bad and was starting to swell vigorously. I felt her hand gliding slowly up my leg towards it as I slowly flicked my thumb over her nipple.
Our tongues were lashing hard and I was kneading her now hard nipples through her cloths as she found my cock and was squeezing it through my pants. I had to release it or it was going to explode so I broke the kiss and stood to remove my pants. As I did this she rose to do the same unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the ground.
I was amazed at how gorgeous she looked naked and took just a split second to admire her before we came together again. I started to kiss my way down her neck nipping as I went. She sighed as I did and placed her hand back on my now throbbing member and started to stroke it. I kissed my way to her nipple that were hard and pointy and teased them with a flick of my tongue, then encircling them and occasionally I nipped them between my teethe.
She uttered the first words as she struggled to speak them out
“I want to taste you” with that she rolled me over on my back in one motion and her lips went down to my ache. They felt warm and soft and a jolt went down my legs as Karen slowly slide her lips over the tip and encircled it with her tongue. She started to slide it deeper and back up again this was driving me crazy and it wasn’t long before I felt my climax about to erupt.
I started to moan to give here notice but it only made her suck it harder and deeper. I couldn’t hold it any longer and I felt it hit the back of her throat and she didn’t move an inch but kept on going. Finally she pulled it out of her mouth sensing that I was spent and rolled her tongue around her lips to make sure she got every last drop.
I was amazed I didn’t see even one drop she swallowed the lot and it was best I ever had.
She smiled seeing my expression and spoke again
“It’s your turn now honey” at that Karen spread her legs and I could see how wet her panties were and began to peel them down.
I wanted to taste her so bad but at the same time I want to give her as good as I got. I hadn’t even got her panties off all the way when I smelt her sweetness. It was driving me crazy. I start kissing my way up her inner thighs as she laid back and closed her eyes. Her left hand was on her tits as she rolled her nipple between her fingers and her right hand had found my head and was eagerly helping me to my destination.
I found her moist nest and flicked my tongue a couple of times to taste her sexy juice. It was sweet and hot and I wasted no time lapping it up flicking across her clit as she moaned deeper and squeezed her nipples harder. I started to tease her swelling clit flicking it rapidly and I felt the tremor in her thighs and knew she was close to her own orgasm. I took her lead and began to lap it harder and sucked it between my lips a few times. Karen started to moan louder and I felt her tremble as a stream of hot liquid hit my tongue as I kept up the pace. She started to hump my face and more and more she came. I was lost in her smell and taste and felt my softness gaining its strength again. Finally she squirts one last big shot all over my face and pulls my out from between her thighs. I wanted to stay there I was in heaven but she had other ideas.
Her hand was already on my cock and it wasn’t long before it was hard again. I moved up and placed the tip at the entrance and I knew she was well lubed so I pushed it in and kept going until it was all the way in. Now I am not that small a good 8 inches with a decent girth. She felt nice like a neat fit I pulled it out and then started to move with slow but deep strokes. I then lifted up her legs and pushed her knees up for better penetration and quicken up my pace she began to moan again and I leant forward to kiss her deeply and then trailed of to her wanting tits lapping at her nipples. I felt the tingle again and quicken up my pace. She started to ride with me grinding with my every stroke then I felt her orgasm hit and was able to release mine straight after Karen’s.
We both were exhausted and just laid there for a good while catching our breaths.
We had a few more refreshment and on my way out I ended up screwing her against the wall in the hall way.
I have had to make a few more house calls back there since and have scored a few others along the way.
I will be writing about the others at a latter date.
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This is for all you married guys out there
I had lusted after her sister for SO long – but never even gave her a second glance – before today …
In 1899 prim governess Charity Pentland experiences a male member for the first time
Like Mother, Like Wife
Growing up in my house was difficult. We were not poor nor was life hard. Rather it was unbelievably frustrating to go through adolescence living with a woman like my mother. Dark shoulder length hair, smooth, tanned skin, perfect pear sized breasts and an ass that was absolutely perfect. Working as a secretary downtown her standard weekday clothing was knee length skirt, silky blouse, black stockings and 4” heels. If her looks and dress were not enough, she was, looking back now…. a slut.
Shortly after my father left, mom started dating again. Those “date nights’ were special events. Mother would take a long hot tub. Dressed in a short silky robe, she would lay her different outfits out on the bed. At first they were rather conservative dresses and knee-length skirts, much like she wore to work. She would hold each dress or skirt up to her body and ask me what I thought. Only 10 years old, I would blush and smile and tell her they all looked good.
Eventually the outfits she wore changed. The skirts become shorter, the heels became higher and the blouses became tighter. She would hold her outfits up to her body while wearing her bra and panties. Black lace push-up bra’s….lacy panties and heavy make-up. She would giggle when I would stare and blush with a noticeable erection in my pajamas. She made me zip her dresses and help her put on her shoes asking me if her stocking seams were straight. It was absolutely wonderful torture.
She began bringing her date’s home. They would sit on the couch together kissing. Sometimes mom and I would make eye contact while she was making out with her man. She would hold my gaze and my stomach would tighten as she slid her hand down his chest. Still looking into my eyes she would slowly move her hand down to his rock hard cock. She breaks the kiss and smiles at me as she takes her stud by the hand and leads him to her bedroom.
I would rush to my room, next door to hers. Soon I would hear mother moaning as her big dicked young boyfriend fucked her. I was painfully hard. I took my pajamas off and exploded as soon as I touched my cock. It was a knee buckling feeling. The first orgasm of my young life as my mother begged for cock in the next room.
After that night, I looked forward to her Friday night dates as if my life depended on them. She would really put on a show getting ready. Sexy push-up bras see through panties with no effort to hide her perfect body. She began wearing fishnet stockings which made me dizzy with lust. On her way out the door she kissed my ear and whispered….
”I won’t be out late honey, 10:00 at the latest…you can stay up if you’d like.”
With that she gave give me a sexy grin and kiss leaving a lipstick mark on my cheek..
This was my golden opportunity. At 9 o’clock that night I found myself hiding in my mother’s closet. Surrounded by silky dresses with the slight smell of her intoxicating perfume, I found a perfect view of her bed through the slats of the closet door. The anticipation was intense. My youthful cock was like steel when I heard her come home with her date. She called out to me with a sound of disappointment when I was not in the living room waiting for her.
Soon she came giggling into her bedroom with her young stud in tow. I froze with fear as she walked to her closet and opened the door to kick off her heels. Rather than the angry response I feared, mother glanced down at me and gave me that sexy crooked grin of hers with a slow wink. My heart raced and palms got sweaty.
As she turned, she gracefully slipped out of her skirt and shed her blouse. Her delicate hands deftly unbuttoned her lover’s shirt revealing a powerful, well chiseled muscular chest. Dropping to her knee’s as she unbuckled his pants she turned her smiling face to me. We locked eyes as she wrapped her hands around the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen. It was quickly growing in her hands, full of veins rushing blood to an enormous pink head. Keeping her eyes on me, she began kissing the massive cockhead and fondling his apple sized balls.
Holding my eyes, mother began sucking the huge cock. Sliding it deep down her throat I could tell she loved cock. Next her lover picked her up and put her on the bed. Instinctively she spread her long legs, inviting him to fuck her. She re-positioned herself so she could look directly at me as he slid his massive cock into my mother’s cunt.
“Ooohhh god…..fuck me” she moaned, as our eye’s stayed locked. I was leaking cum without even touching my cock.
“Ooohhh fuck me with that beautiful cock”. “Fuck my cunt. Ohhhh I love cock”. I love cock!” she screamed as he impaled her.
I could not hold out any longer. I reached for my cock and exploded on my second stroke just as my mother called out, “I’m cummmmmming! Keep fucking me with big cock!”
We came together looking at each other.
The next morning her lover was gone and she acted as if nothing had happened. She went right back to being same old mom. If she wasn’t going to say anything, neither was I. Things went right back to normal until the next Friday night. As she carefully prepared herself for her “date”, she asked me to help he dress. She had gone shopping that week and was dressing like a slut. She had full 5’ heels, patterned stockings, a micro mini skirt and a see through blouse with a push-up lace bra clearly visible. As she tugged and fitted herself she would grin at me and ask if she looked OK.
“Do I look good honey?”, she purred. “Will the boy’s like me?” “Are these heels too high?” she smiled.
I was out of my mind. My mother looked like a whore as she kissed me goodbye.
“I won’t be out late. I should be home by 10 baby”.
At 9, just as I was about to find my place in her closet, she burst through the door. She had a young man about 20 years old on her arm. He was tall, dark and very strong looking. She had a big smile as she introduced me to her friend Steve.
“Say hi to Steve, Danny. He is my boyfriend tonight”, she giggled. He wrapped his large hand around mine and shook it, “It is a pleasure to meet you Danny, your mother has told me all about you”. The both started laughing as he said that.
My mother turned and started kissing Steve deeply right in front of me. She ran her hands all over his body, boldly grabbing his now stiff cock. She took him by the cock, both laughing, and walked him into her bedroom.
I followed with my eyes, mouth hanging open. As they entered her room, our eye’s met and she closed the door, but not all the way. She left it open about a foot, staring into my eyes with an arched eyebrow as she did.
I was drawn to her door like a moth to light. By the time I reached her door, I was fully hard. She was unbuttoning Steve’s pants and as she tugged down his tight briefs his massive cock sprang up and slapped mother in the face. Steve was even bigger than her boyfriend last week. He must have been 9” long and 3” across. His cock was like a monster. Mother was so excited by his cock that she had to fight to catch her breath. She regained her composure and began fucking his cock with her face. Sliding his massive fuck-stick down her throat. When she had a mouthful of meat she moved her eyes to the door and found mine wide with wonder.
I watched the lovers explore and fondle each other, careful to not touch myself for fear of cumming in my pajamas. When the got on the bed and Steve positioned himself between my mother’s legs I dropped my pajama’s and began to beat my cock. I wanted to cum with them. Mother whispered into Steve’s ear as he was about to impale her and he turned to look at me. They both grinned watching me beat off as they fucked.
Then next morning Steve was gone and my mother acted as if nothing had happened. She went right back to being a regular mom, fixing me breakfast and chatting about work and school. This became our routine. I got my voyeur thrills, mom got to be the slutty exhibitionist, then we would go back to our routine until the following weekend. Even as I grew older and filled out as a teen, she never invited me to join her and her lovers. She would always leave her bedroom door open and we would look at each other right through orgasm.
After college I took a job in Pittsburgh, a 5 hour drive from home. Moving away from home was both a relief and a frustration. I badly missed watching my mother get fucked, but it was a relief not to go through the agony of waiting for Friday, hoping that I would be invited into her bedroom. I spent most of my weekends jerking off to the thought of mother being impaled on a massive cock.
Eventually my social life picked up and I began getting out on the weekends and meeting people. I met a sweet girl Katy, who was wonderful in every way. She was small with dark hair and nice curves. We had regular, but ordinary sex. Six months later Katy became pregnant and I proposed to her. She accepted and we planned a summer wedding.
Mother was very excited by the news. She wanted to do anything she could to help us out. To be closer to us and help with the baby, she packed-up and moved to Pittsburgh.
As soon as she told me on the phone she was moving down, my heart raced and I got an unbelievable erection. I wanted to fuck her so badly.
I offered to help her move down, but she already had hired a moving company. When my bride to be and I showed up at her new house, she had three young muscular boy’s moving her in. She was flush with excitement as they wrestled, shirtless, with her furniture. When she saw my wife she immediately grabbed her and whispered to her and they both laughed loudly. Then she and my pregnant wife made lemonade and began serving the workers. They openly flirted with the young studs right in front of me. I walked into the dinning room as one of the boys was running his hands across my wife’s swelling belly. Her face was flushed and she was grinning, unaware that I was there. As I quickly turned back around my mother was looking at me grinning. She turned me around to watch my wife and the shirtless boy. She held me to her body from behind and whispered into my ear….
“Katy looks like she is really enjoying that. Do you mind that boy’s hands on her belly?” “God he looks good,” she purred into my ear. “Does she do this with other men often?” she teased.
Now the boy had Katy, pinned against the wall and was becoming much more aggressive with his hands. Now the two other young men came into the room and got on either side of Katy and began running their hands all over her body. Katy’s eyes were closed and her mouth hung open.
Mother dropped one of her hands to my crotch and felt my hard-on. “You like this don’t you?” she asked. “Katy is a bit of a slut isn’t she?” mother teased. “Did you want to marry a slut?”
My mind was reeling. I had never been more turned on in my life. The three young studs were all over my pregnant wife. One began kissing her deeply while another pulled a swollen breast from her unbuttoned blouse and began kissing and sucking it. Kate looked like she was in heaven, moaning and kissing the youngster hard on the mouth. The third guy pulled a massive cock from his pants and my sweet wife instinctively reached for it with her delicate hand. I could see her wedding ring on the hand that now caressed another man’s cock.
Now my mother was really enjoying the show. She pressed her tits into my back and whispered into my ear, “Katy loves cock doesn’t she?”, as she aggressively rubbed my cock through my pants. “I knew she would”. The pieces came together; my mother had set the whole thing up. These guy’s were not movers, they were her latest fuck-toys.
The three studs now all had their massive cocks out. Katy dropped to her knees and moved her mouth from cock to cock like a starving woman. My sweet wife paused with a cock on each cheek, locked eyes with me and grinned as she went back to sucking cock….
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THIS IS NOT MY STORY THIS IS MAFIA BITCH’S STORY HERE ON XNXX
When I woke up, it was already 1pm. I saw my wife still sleeping like an Angel. I move her hair to the side so I can see her beautiful face.
Tell me your name stranger, I cannot, just call me,”Magic.”
Mark and Collette fall madly in love
This is a true story and in order to secure privacy of all parties, no names will be shown.
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Three years ago in 2014, I was in a relationship with my first girlfriend. Since it was long distance, there wasn’t much physical contact until we actually met in Octobre of the same year. Though we had alot of „sexual moments“ while chatting over Skype, it couldn’t prepare me for what would happen when we actually came together. Pun intended.
