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Canım kaynanam masayı benim için donatmıştı. Hemen oturdum masaya ama gözüm kaynanamdaydı. Servis yaparken arkasından yuvarlak götü çok güzel görünüyordu. Ten rengi incecik eşofmanı götünün arasına girmiş aynı amı gibi götünü de detaylarıyla ortaya çıkarmıştı. Benim kendisine tüm iştahımla baktığımın farkında hafif bir gülümsemeyle eğilip kalkıyordu mutfak çekmecelerine. ”Oğlum şu yukardaki camlı bölüme uzanıver de kepçeyi bana ver” dediğinde hemen ayağa kalktım. Özellikle kenara çekilmeyeceğini biliyordum. Az önce demir gibi olan sikimin tadına eşofmanlarımızın üstünden de olsa bakmıştı çünkü ve sürekli sürttürmek istiyordu. E o da haklı. Siktirmesi imkansızdı bari değdirsin sürttürsün istiyordu. Arkasına geçtim demir gibi sikimle uzandım yukardaki camlı bölmeye. Sikim yine kaynanamın tatlı götünün arasında am dudaklarını zorluyordu. Uzanmakta zorlanıyormuş gibi yapıp iyice götünün arasına sikimi bastırıyordum. Öyle bi ittirdim ki muftak tezgahına dayadım kaynanamı. Sikimi adeta eşofmanlarımızı delerek amına sokacak haldeydim. Kasıklarımda güzel kalçalarını hissettikçe sikimi götünün arasına bir iki defa git gel yaptım. Ufaktan bi ıh sesi duydum yine herzamanki gibi. Sonra kepçeyi koydum tezgaha ve götünün arasından am dudaklarını zorlayan sikimi geri çektim ve oturdum yerime. Sikim sulanmış eşofmanımın önünü ıslatmıştı. Kaynanamın da götünün arasının ıslandığını gördüm. Muhtemelen sadece benim ıslaklığım değildi. Kaynanamın halinden ve sürtüşmelerimizden çok memnnun olduğu yüzündeki ifadeden belliydi. Oturduk sohbetle gülüş oynaş yemeğimizi yedik. Benim esprilerimi de çok beğenir benleyken hep kahkaha atardı gülmekten. Hemen yanımda sandalyede oturuyordu. Ben onu güldürdükçe ”ilahi damat alemsin” deyip bacaklarıma ellerini koyuyordu. Tabi elini hep aynı yere koymuyordu. Genelde sikimin hemen yanına koyuyordu. Bazen çok yakına koyuyordu sikimi eline değiyordu. Öyle yakına koydu ki sikim eline değiyordu o an sikimi avuçlayacak sandım neredeyse. Tabi ben durur muyum anlatırken ben de onun dikkatini çekmek ister gibi elimi bacağına koydum. İncecik penye eşofmanından bacağını resmen okşuyordum. ikinci koyuşumda biraz daha yukarı kasıklarıyla birleştiği yere koydum elimi. Ve çekerken hafiften avuçladım bacağını. Bu elleşmelerden sonra ”kaynanam damat salona geçelim sen otur ben çay koyup geliyorum” dedi. Çok güzel bir gecenin geçeceğini anlayarak ”tamam sultanım” deyip salona geçtim tv yi açtım. Telefonum çalıyordu.Arayan eşimdi.

-Efendim hayatım
-Sevgilim biz yemeğimizi yedik kızımızla siz ne yapıyosunuz?
-Biz de şimdi yedik kalktık bebeğim. Annecim döktürmüş yine ziyafet hazırlamış damadına.
-Hazırlar tabi balım. Sen onun damadı değil biricik oğlusun.
-Evet doğru söylüyorsun benim canım annem o ellerine sağlık.

Bu arada elinde çaylarla kaynanam geldi. Elimdeki telefona doğru seslendi.

-Kızım ne o kıskandın mı yoksa oğlumu?
-Ah anneeemm. Allah mutluluğumuzu bozmasın yeter ki. Çok özledik Erva ile seni.
– Ben de kızım ben de . Hepinizin özlemini oğlumdan çıkarıyorum zaten.
-Ordaki gayrı menkul işleri bir an önce hallolur da artık buraya hemen gelirsin annecim. Babamın da yokluğunda seni her saat düşünüyoruz burda
– İnşallah kızım ben de sizden ayrı duramam artık…

Evet, kaynanacım gerçekten onları çok özlüyordu. Ama benim hasretimden geberiyordu. Sarılmasından öpmesinden anlamıştım geldiğimde. Bu sefer daha bi aşkla şehvetle sarılıp öpüşmüştük. İşin açığı artık ben de kaynanamsız ayrı illerde duramıyordum. Onun güzel amına götüne en azından hergün değdirmek, göğüslerini bacaklarını avuçlayıp ellemek istiyordum.

Çayımızı yudumlarken yine sohbet ediyorduk kaynanam bacaklarını bacaklarıma değdirmiş dibimde çay içiyordu. Halbuki salon baya bir genişti. Üç adet kanepe vardı tv nin karşısında. Çayımdan biraz daha alıp önümdeki sehpaya koydum ve ”çok yoruldum ben anne” deyip bacağına yattım. Yüzüm tv ye dönük elimin birini bacağını üstüne koydum. Güzel bir film başlıyordu. Kaynanam elinde çay bardağı olmayan eliyle saçımı tarar gibi okşamaya başladı. Kaynanam da benim gibi çayı çok sever. ”çayını bitirmeyecek misin oğlum” dedi. ”Biraz uzanıp dinlenim 15 dakika kadar. Sonra alırım anne bir bardak daha” dedim. Henüz akşam saatleriydi yatmak için baya erkendi. ”Tamam dinlen sen yol yorgunusun ” dedi. Filme daldık mayıştım ben. Yüzümü hafif aşağı çevirerek kaynanamın bacağını öper vaziyette dudaklarımı dayayarak film izliyorduk. Bacağının üzerindeki elimi gezdirerek bacağını okşuyordum. Benim saçlarımı okşamasına senkronize olarak tabiki. ”oh anneciğim çok iyi geliyo okşaman” dedim. ”rahatına bak o zaman” dedi. Bu cümlesinde benim okşamama tasdik vardı tabi. Hoşlanıyordu okşamamdan. Sonra aniden biraz uykum gelmişte dönmek isterimişi gibi yüzümü karnına doğru çevirdim. Burnum karınına değiyordu. Sağ elimi sol bacağının kalçasıyla birleştiği yere koydum sol elimde sağ kalçasında ahtopot gibi sarmıştım kaynanamı. kalçalarındaki ellerimi harket ettiriyor okşuyordum. Ben okşadıkça tahrik oldu ve saçımı okşadığı eliyle başımı biraz sert okşayarak amına doğru yüzümü bastırdı istem dışı. Bacaklarını biraz ayırdı. Bacakları ayrılınca ağzım amının üzerine doğru yaklaştı. Amının tatlı kokusun almaya başladım. Ben de onun bu hareketinden sonra tuttuğum kalçalarını ağzıma doğru çektim. Amına resmen ağzımı dayamıştım. Ama bu hareketleri Hasret giderme kastıyla guya masumane yapıyorduk. Çünkü ben uyuklar haldeydim guya! Amını bir kaç kez kasıp bıraktı. Çok isterik olduğunu anladım o an. Kalçalarını okşamaya devam ettim ağzımı da iyice dayadım amına. Bu şekilde dakikalarca okşadım. Sikim zonklamaya başlamıştı artık. Ben lavaboya gideyim diye kalktım. Sikim her zamanki gibi tabi benden önde. Eşofmanıma çadır kurmuş vaziyette lavaboya yöneldim. Gözünün sikimde olduğun yan gözle görüyordum. Lavaboya girdim elimi direk sikime attım ve bir kaç masturbasyondan sonra kaynanamı domaltıp siktiğimi halyal ederek deli gibi boşaldım. Zonklamasından biraz kurtuldum ve biraz da inmişti artık sikim. Salona geldiğimde muhtemelen ne yaptığımda anlamıştı. ”oğlum yatağını açayım mı yorgunsun yatmak istersin” dedi. Evet gerçekten yorgundum. Bu geceki sevişmemizin bitmesini de istemiyordum. Kaynanam da benle sevişmeye elleşmeye doymamıştı biliyordum. Ona da kendime de bi yol açayım o zaman diye düşündüm. ”anne biraz boynumu ovarmısın yolda tutuldu galiba” dedim. ”Tabiki de ovmam mı” diye hemen atladı. ”O zaman sen benim yatağa geç sen orda yatarsın ben de seni ovduktan sonra kanepeye açarım kendime” dedi. ”hayır canım sen yatağına yatarsın ben buraya yatayım” dedim. ”Sus bakim sen ev sahibi benim ben nerde yatırırsam orda yatacakasın” dedi. Güldük, peki madem dedim. Ben yatak odasına geçtim, küçük valizimden şortumu çıkarıp onu giydim. Üzerime de yine yarım kol tşörtümü giyip yatağa sırtüstü uzandım. Kaynanam da 5 dakika sonra geldi baktım üzerinde kolsuz, omuz ve bol göğüs dekolteli, diz kapağının üzerinde kırmızı bir gecelik. Adeta kocasının yatağına sevişmeye giren bi kadın gibi. Elinde de krem vardı. Bembeyaz bacaklarını nefis kalçasını ve iri dik göğüslerini görünce ben yine kaya gibi sertleştim. Sırtüsütü yattığım için de çadırı kurdu benimki yine. Yanıma oturdu ve ”dön sırtını bakim” dedi. Yüzüstü uzandım sırtıma omuzlarıma masaj yapmaya başladı. ”Tam uzanamıyorum oğlum sırtına ve omuzlarına dedi” Ben de otur anne bacaklarıma dedim. Tam istediği şeydi kalçama doğru oturuverdi bacaklarını yanlara açarak. Tabi geceliği sıyrıldığı için çıplak baldırlarını göbeğini kalçamda hissettim. Sırtımdan omuzlarıma doğru masaj yaptıkça amını kalçamda hissediyordum. Amını bana sürttükçe ıslanmaya başladı. iki elimi yanlara doğru uzattım ve bacaklarının alt taraflarını ellemeye okşamaya başladım ben de ona teşekkür eder gibi. O an ikimizde delirebilirdik şehvetten soluklarımız değişmişti çünkü. demir gibi olan sikim altımda eziliyordu. ”Anne biraz da ön omuzlarıma yapar mısın” dedim. Eminim bu anı bekliyordu şehvetten delirecek haldeyken. Tamam dön hadi dedi. Üzerimden yana kaydı yarım, tam kalkmadı yani. Ben de yavaşça döndüm onu düşürmemek için. Dönerken de düşmesin diye iki elimle iki kalçasından tuttum. Tam sırtüstü uzandığımda sikimin üzerine amını getirip oturtarak bıraktım. Şu an ellerim iki kalçasını yanlardan avuçlamış, amı da kürek sapı gibi olmuş sikimin üzerine gelmişti. Kaynanam omuzlarıma masaj yapmaya başladı. Masaj yapaken başıma doğru fazlaca eğildiği anlarda için o güzelim dolgun iri göğüsleri de ağzıma sürtüyordu. Resmen göğüslerini yalıyor emiyordum geceliğinin üzerinden. Göğüslerine ağzımı sürttükçe elimdeki kalçalarını okşayarak sikime doğru amını iyice bastırıyordum. Üzerimde şortum olmasa külotununun kenarından yol bulup kazık gibi olan sikim amının dibine kadar yerleşecekti. Gözlerini yumup açarak dudaklarını ısırarak ve hafif iniltilerle masaja devam ediyordu. Kalçalarını ileri geri iterek sikimi amına sokup çıkarır gibi sürtmeye başladım. Nerdeys boşalacaktım fışkırarak kaynanam hissetti ve kalktı biraz üzerimden. ”nasıl iyi geldimi oğlum dedi. Kucağımdaki kaynanamın kalçalarını bırakmadan cevap verdim. ”Valla çok iyi geldi anne ellerine sağlık. Deliksiz uyurum artık bu gece ben”. ” Tamam sen yat dinlen artık o zaman” dedi. Ve üzerimden kalkıyordu. Bir hamleyle tuttuğum kalçalarından yanıma uzandırıverdim. ”Madem bana yatağını verdin ben de senin kanepede yatmana razı olamam yat işte burda annecim” dedim. ”Deli oğlan napıyorsun” dedi gülerek. ”Ben çok aytıyorum salonda film seyredeceğim zamanlar yat işte sen rahatca burda” dedi. Ama kafasını da yastığa koymuştu. ”Anlamam ben rahatça yat işte oğlunun yanında sana sarılıp yatmak istiyorum ben de. Olamaz mı özledik yani biz de” dedim. ”Hay Allahım neyse tamam sen uyuyunca geçerim o zaman ben” dedi yine gülerek. Ama çok memnun olmuştu bu durumdan. Sağ elimi yine kalçasının üzerinden tutarak sikimi de götünün yarığına yerleştirip arkasından sarıldım. Başımıda boynuna gömdüm. Sol bacağımla üstte kalan sol bacağını hafifçe iterek sağ bacağını altıma aldım. bu pozisyonda sikimi götünün arasından amına tam temas ediyordu. Kayınvalidem inler gibi yine ohh demişti ve o da kendini bana doğru itti. Biraz böyle yattıktan sonra kalçasını bırakıp elimi sol göğüsne attım. uyku moduna geçen ve ne yaptığını bilmez biri gibi göğsünü avuçladım. Bu pozisyonda ufak hareketlerle ileri geri yaparak götünün arasından sikimi amına baskı yapıyordum. Sanki üzerimizde bişey yokmuş ta amına sokup çıkarır gibi. Ben kaynanamı sikmemek için bütün gücümü harcıyor ama dayanamıyordum. Acil boşalmam gerektiğini düşündüm. İş kötüye gidiyordu. Aslında o anlar onu sikersem daha mutlu olacağımı düşündüğüm anlardı aynı zamanda. Bilemiyordum. Evet sanki bu yaptıklarımız çok mu doğruydu diye soruyordum kendime. Ama çizginin öbür tarafına geçmekti sikimi amına sokmak. Ama kaynanama dayanamıyordum. Bunları düşünürken ve sikimi götünün arasına sürterken o da bunları düşünüyor muydu bilmiyorum ve o an sikimi amına soksam ne tepki verir gerçekten bunu da bilmiyordum. Sonra altta kalan sağ elimle bol olan şortumun paçasını yukarı doğru iyice çektim ve kendimi biraz geri çekip sikimi paçadan dışarı çıkardım. Benim çadır direği şimdi özgürdü. Kaynanamın çıplak bacaklarının arasından sikimi götünün arasına yerleştirdim. Kaynanam sikimi götünün arasında hissedince bir an zevkten titredi. Ve bacaklarını kasmaya başladı titremelerle. O an anladım ki boşalıyordu . Bir dakika kadar falan titreyerek kasıldı. Sonra duruldu. Ben de sarıldım iyice ve yüzündeki rahatlamayı görünce ben de mutlu oldum. Yüzünde çok tatlı bi tebessüm oluşmuştu. Kendime doğru çektim sarılarak ve yanağından uzunca öptüm sultanımmmm benim diye. O da yüzünü biraz daha bana döndü ben arkadan hala ona sarılıken. ”ohhh oğlummmm dedi ve yanağımla dudağım karışık uzunca öptü beni. Onun bu öpüşü beter yapmıştı beni. Dudaklarına yapışmak istedim. İki elimle yüzünü tutarak bu sefer dudağına daha da yakın etli dudaklarını hissederek öptüm uzunca ve hafif yalayarak. Bu öpüş onu yine hareketlendirdi bacaklarını uzattı yana açtı altındaki bacağını. sonra ben yine sırtından ve ensesinden öperek sarıldım ona arkasından. Şortun arasından azad ettiğim sikimi yine götünün arasından yerleştirip ittirdim biraz. ıpıslak olmuş olan külotuna geldi dayandı sikimin başı. İleri geri hareket ettirdim biraz. Hem benim sikimin demir gibi ve başının ıpıslak oluşu hem de onun boşalmış amının sırılsıklam oluşu ile her an külotunun kenarından sikim amından içeri fırt diye dalabilirdi. Hem kalçasından hem göğsünün birinden avuçladığım kaynanamı siker gibi götünün arasında ileri geri yapıyordum sikimi. Sonra dayanamayarak deli gibi boşalmaya başladım götünün arasına sırtına heryere. sonra sarıldım sımsıkı kaynanama ve bu sefer yine yanağından öpecek gibi yapıp tam dudağından öptüm hafif dudaklarını emerek. Bu kaynanamın bayıldığım dudaklarını ilk öpüşümdü. Hatta çıplak götünün arasına da ilk boşalmam tabi. Öylece sarılıp uyuyakaldım yorgunluktan bitap halde. Sabah güneşi cama vururken açtım gözlerimi ve yalnızdım yatakta. Biraz geceyi düşünüp yüzüme tebessüm gelirken kaynanamı beyaz saten sabahlığıyla yanıma geldi. ”Uyanmış mı benim aslan oğlum” dedi ve geldi yanağımla karışık dudağımdan öptü. Sonra sana tost yaptm hadi çay da hazı güzel bir kahvaltı yapalım dedi. ”ohhh sultanım benim nasıl bilir benim tost sevdiğimi deyip elinden yatağa üzerime çekip bu yine yanağıyla dudağı karışık öpmeye başlayıp sonra da dudaklarını öptüm. Sonra bırakıp bu sefer direk dudaklarına yumularak uzun uzun etli dudakalrını yalayarak dilimi ağzında gezdirerk öptüm.. Sikim yine taş gibi oldu. ” hadi o zaman annecim beraber bi kahvaltı yapalım senle başbaşa” dedim. Kalkarken de saten sabahlığının içindeki diri kalçalarını tek avcumla hafif sıkıp bıraktım……….

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Seks sonrasi yorgunluğun uzerinde Hilal’e sarilarak uyumuşum. Uyandiktan sonra saat’e baktim yataktan kalkip Hilal’e baktim yeni yeni kalkiyordu üzerindeki pike sadece kalçasini kapatiyor yataktan bana gulumsuyordu. Hafifçe yanina yaklastim dudagindan gunaydin opucugu aldim. Ilk defa birlikte oldugum bir kizla geceyi gecirmiştim. Ayni zamanda kapalı bir kızın saçlarını gördüm. Ic camasirini giyip kahvalti hazirlamaya gitti. O kahvalti hazirlarken ben mutfakta kitap okumaya baslamistim kitabimi okurken arada gelip kucagima oturup kalcasini bana surtuyordu. Orta duzey bir kahvalti hazirladiktan sonra masaya gecip oturduk. Kendisi güzel bir krep hazirlamisti hatta balliydı. Reçel sürüp yemistim baya lezzetliydi demek ki evde tek kalmanin verdigi deneyimlerden evde yemek yapma tecrubesi kazanmisti ve bir hayli lezzetliydi. Kahvaltidan sonra duşa girdim bir guzel dus aldiktan sonra Hilal’in kullandigi bornozlardan birini uzerime gecirdim pembe bornozla Hilal’in odasina gittigimde bana bakarak gulmeye basladi. Bende siritarak kiyafetlerimi giydim onu bir guzel opup gitmem gerektigini soyledim. Yakin zamanda tekrarlayalim diye bana bahsetti. Kalcaşina tokat atip kizin yanagindan optum.

Hilal’den ciktigim gibi evin yolunu tuttum. Babamın baskisi ve annemin çenesi yuzunden ders calismaya basladim.

Pazartesi gunu olmustu bunun verdigi klasik sendrom yuzunden agir agir hareketler yapiyordum. Staj yerine dogru yol tuttum. Iceri girdigim gibi siktigim iki kız yani Ozlem Abla ve Zeynep bana bakarak guldu. Gunaydin dedim Gunaydin Ablacim diyerek yanit verdi Ozlem abla zeynep ise gunaydin kivircik cocuk dedi guldu. Arka tezgahta telefonlari dizerken surekli ozlem ablanin kalcasi kafama carpiyordu dayanamadim kalktim Ozlem Abla’n yanina yaklasarak biraz sinirle sitem ettim. “Gotune sahip çık sikicem o olacak” diyip telefonlari dizlemeye başladim bana bakarak bir sey demedi oda temizlik isine devam etti. Ayagi kalkip tezgah arkasindan cikarken mavi tayti ile sikime surttu. Oyle bir surttuki ateş cikacakti amina koyim. Yumusaçik kalcasini arzular oldum 35 yaşındaki dul kadinı kadını. Kendimi zaptedip işime koyuldum. Ogle yemegi geliyordu uc kisi ayni anda yemek yiyemiyorduk. Ozlem Abla siz ikiniz yiyin sonra bem yerin dedi. Gelen tavuk donerlerle beraber yukari ciktik paketi falan yirtarken ufacik gogusleriyle bana frikik veriyordu. Anlam veremiyorum ama ikiside sikişmek mi istiyordu bilmiyorum.

Dershane saatinin gelmesiyle birlikte is yerinden ciktim yola dogru koyuldum. On bes dakikalik yurume farkiyla dershaneye geldim. Gulizar’i gorup ona sarildim. Oda cok samimi bir sekilde sarildi nasilsin gorusmuyoruz gibisi kelimeler kullandi. Bu kiza karsi bir seyler hissetmeye başliyordum ilginc bir şekilde. Cunku onu gorur gormez bir cok seyi unutup rahatliyorum. Cok yorgun oldugumu Gulizar’a soyledim. Gulerek elimi tutup basini omzuma koydu. Sabret sadece bu senelik yorulacaksin dedi yuzume ve gozlerkme bakarak samimi bir sekilde gulumsedi. Nasil olurda bu kadar guzel gulerdi insan. Derslerin başlamasiyla birlikte siniflara doğru ayrildik sinifa dogru cikarken Saadet’i karsimda gordum. Benim onumde merdivenden cikiyordu anlik yukari baktim yuvarlak kalcasiyla vucuduna oturmuş jean’i ile yavasca cikiyordu. Kimsecikler olmasa avuçlardim o kadar güzel göt vardı kizda anlatamam. Siniflarin oldugu kata cikinca Sude karsiladi beni. Ders baslayacak derken Sude ile ayak ustu bes dakika sohbet ettik. Ders başladi matematik hocasinin dersinden sonra kendimizi disari attik. Sude’lerin sinifindan Selin çıktı. Iki gun once sakso çeken kız bana bakmaktan cekiniyor ben nerdeysem zittimda takiliyordu. Saadette bu olaylarin tam tersine surekli bana ima ederek bakiyordu. Hilal’i yanima cagirip Saadet’i gosterdim su kiz surekli bana bakiyor neden? Ha bu kiz bizim mahallenin muhtarinin kizi dedi guldu. Ciddi misin diyip Hilal’e bakarak guldum bizim evin 2 yaninda kaliyor. Iki tane abisi var oyle herkesle gorusmez. Kiz bana bakislarini alamiyor dedim Hilal’e. He he kimseye bakmadi sana bakar Han dedi. Hilal’in kulagina yaklasip sen bile beni sevmiyosun sadece sikime hastasin dedin. Kahkaha atti hatta bir kac kiside duymustu. Komik bir sekilde kahkahalar esliginde yukari ciktik. Gunun dersleri bitmişti. Eve dogru yururken tek basina yurudum eve gelip gunu bitirdim.

Gece 12 gibi evde ders calisirken sude bana instgramdan mesaj atti. Telefonu elime alip kontrol ettigimde “Napiyosun? Canim sıkıldı” mesaji vardi. Salak kiz instgramdan yazmis bende kafasina dank etmesi için Whatsapp’dan yazdim. Normal bir sekilde sohbet ederken gecenin bi vakti goruntulu konusalim dedi. Reddetemezdim goruntulu konusmayi kabul ettim ve beni hemen aradi.Klasik bir sekilde saclarini toplamis uzerinde askili altinda kisa bir şort vardi pijamalariyla duruyordu. Yuz üstü kameraya durarak giymediği sudyeninden Sude’nin gogsunu fark ediyordum. Gecenin bir vakti sikimi kaldiriyordu orospu kiz. Konusmalar devam ettikce frikikler artiyordu gogusu cikip firlayacak gibiydi ekrandan. Anlık bir şekilde havalar çok sıcakladi cikaracam en son şu ustumdekini o olacak dedim. Kahkaha atip “ay bende cikaricam valla bunaldim dedi” Aman sen cikarma bu gece farkli biter dedim. “Nasil farkli bitermis gibisi cevapta bulundu. Cikardigin an ogrenirsin dedim. Bir anda kamerayi sabitleyip uzerindeki askiligi atti gozumu acip sasirdim. O da gulmeye başladi süt gibi gogsu karsimdaydi suan yanimda olsa sikmek için çıldırırdım. Sikimi zaptedemiyordum. goguslerini sallayio eee şimdi nolacak gibisi bir kelime kullandi. Suan bir sey olmayacak ama yaninda olsaydim kesin bir seyler olurdu dedim. Bir anda kamerayi kapatti. Dedim aha siki tuttu babasina ya da annesine yakalandi dedim ama yakalanmamisyi 5 dakika sonra tekrar aradi bir açtım ekran başında donuk kaldım. Ekranın icine kadar soktugu amı ekran başındaydı. Burasida yaniyor Batu. Bu sicak havada bunu söndür dedi. Amını dört parmağı ile sıvazlıyordu. Normal bir fizige sahipti. Sude’de benimle sikişmek istiyordu ama yeri ve zamani nasil yapacagimi bilmeden gunlerim ondan Nude istemekle geçti. Azmıştım birini sikmem gerekiyordu. Sikmek istedigim Ne gülizar ne selin ne hilal nede Sude’di. Götünün dolgunluğuna hasret düştüğüm Saadet’di. Bu kiza yuruyup sikmem lazimdi.

Klasik dershane gunlerine devam ederken bizim sinifta yerli haftasi kutlamaya karar verdik herkes bir seyler hazirlayip gelecekti. Ben ise Zeytin Salatasi ve kizarmis patates topu icerisinde eriyen kaşar getirmiştim. Dershaneye boyle geldigimde diger siniflar garipsemişti Hilal bana yardim ediyordu. Elimdeki paketler biraz agirdi sinifa geldik. Hilal ile ikimkz vardir sevgili gibiydik ama resmiyetimiz yoktu yanaklarimdan optu kivircik sacimi onun omzuna dayadim saclarimi oksuyordu gunumu anlatiyordum. Oda gercekten oturup beni dinlerdi. Stajin yorgunlugundan bahsettim oda cok yoruluyordu 18 yasinda ve 20 cocukla ilgileniyordu. Sinifa herkes geldi ogretmende gelince etkinligi başlattık. Sinifta Şeyma diye bir kiz verdi hastanede staj goruyordu uniformasi ile geldi yanima patates toplarindan birisini yarisi kadar isirdi. Malasef tamanini atmaliydi. Yarım ısırdıgından erimiş kaşar kızın boynuna dogru dokuldu hizle pecete alip temizledim. Oyle olmaz gel su lavaboya gidelim yağlı yağlı dedi. Kendisi cene altini goremediginden ben temizliyordum. Ufacik boyu oldugu kadar dolgun kalcasi vardi. Saadet’in kalcasindan bir tık düşüktü. Ben islak mendil ile boynunu silerken goguslerine bakiyordun ince bir sey giymisti uniformasindan giydigi ic camasiri falan belli oluyordu. Şu kolyeni cikarayim izin ver dedim arkasini dondu telefonu yere dustu bir anda onumde domaldi. Kizin dolgun kalcasi sikime hapsoldu. Telefonu aldi ama duruşunu duzeltmedi bana bakip dudadigi emdi. Şeyma kalcasini bana deli gibi surtuyordu. Sacini alip tuttum icine girmeden kiyafetlerinden git gel yapiyordum pof pof diye ses cikiyordu. Sikimtaş gibi olmuştu kizi az kalsin sikecektim. Bir anda ince hastane uniformasindan pantalon/esorfman gibi olan şeyi indirdi. Mor ic camasiri ve ani kilodan çatlamis sikini bana surtmeye devam etti. Pantalonumun fermuarinindan sikimi cikarttim. Şeyma’nin kilodunu saga siyirip bir anda lavaboda kizi sikmeye başladim. Ayagimi bukuyordum kizin boyu cok kisaydi. Elimle kendime cekerken kiz butun bedeniyle grliyordu. Hayalarim kizin amina carpiyordu. Sikisirken saadeti anlık hayal ettim ve lavaboya boşaldim.

Selam uzun zamandir yoktum kusura bakmayin. Teknik aksakliklardan dolayi. Unutmuşsunuzdur diye siralamanin devami nasil olacak anlatayim. Han’in sikecegi iki kiz kaldi Sude ve Gulizar. Selin ve Saadet’in işi sonraya kaldi. Gulizar ile Sude iliskiye girdikten sonra Uni sinavina girecek ama kazanamayak mezun olarak ayni Dershaneye tekrar yazilacak. Yeni insanlar yeni götler.

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The Demise of Innocence Ch. 04

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Rachel was home from work earlier than usual and was waiting to greet her husband Jim when he got home from work.

“Mmmm Hi honey.” Rachel said as she greeted Jim with a hug and kiss. “Uh oh, something is bothering you, what’s the matter Jim did something not go well at work today?”

“Aww noo, no sweetheart, everything at work is fine. It’s ok, I’m fine.”

“Well you’re not your usual self, you seem bummed about something.” Rachel said with concern as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Well, ok…you know this weekend is the opening weekend of deer season, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well just like every year, Mark and I go to the cabin during the opening weekend of deer season. Today Mark tells me that he can’t make it. He mentioned something or another about him and his wife not getting along because of the amount of time he spent fishing this fall. I don’t know…I guess he’s right, going hunting is not worth it if it means you’ll end up in divorce court.”

“Jim I am so glad we get along like we do. I’m glad we don’t have any of the problems that we hear some of our other married friends having.” Rachel said as she walked closer to Jim.

“Boy ain’t that the truth.” Jim agreed as he hugged his wife and kissed her. Oh well, I guess one less hunter in the woods means that much less competition for me,” Jim said as he continued holding his wife with his arms around her, letting his hands grab hold of her ass in a playful manner.

After supper and the daily grind of washing the dishes, checking the mail, etc., Jim and Rachel finally settled into bed.

“Honey?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, Sweetheart?” Jim responded as he snuggled closer to his wife.

“Have you noticed anything different about Sabrina here recently?”

“No not really, like what, how do you mean?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.”

Jim sensing his Rachel’s concern he continued trying to make her feel at ease. “Well, Sabrina’s not a little girl anymore Rachel, she is eighteen now you know.”

“Yea, I know. It just seems like she is different, it’s like she is growing up to quick all of a sudden. It kind of makes me wonder if she is sexually active,” Rachel continued as she sat with her arms crossed and her pillows propped up behind her.

Jim shifted in the bed, he felt sweat start to bead up on his forehead. “Oh fuck, I wonder what she knows, I wonder what she’s been told, I wonder if she senses something is going on between us?” Jim thought to himself. “Awww geesh Rachel, I mean if she is, she is, right? I remember when I was eighteen, I was free to come and go while I still lived with my parents.”

Rachel responded: “Yes I know, I know. But remember how you used to take her fishing? And it seems just like yesterday that she graduated from high school and I went with her to buy her a dress for senior prom. It’s like we don’t really see her that much even though we all still live in the same house.”

Jim continued trying to comfort his wife: “Sabrina is a very responsible young lady Rachel. She knows we are here for her, she knows she can talk to us about anything and I’m sure if she gets herself into a bind she will let us know.”

“Yea, I guess you’re right. But don’t you think it would be a good idea if WE, or at least one of us spent some quality time with her for a change?”

“Yea sure, but when?” Jim asked.

“Hey I know, since Mark can’t go to the cabin with you, why don’t you ask Sabrina if she’d like to go with you this weekend instead?”

“What?! Aww no way Rachel. No way!”

“Why not Jim, you used to take her fishing and she loved it.”

“Yea I know Sweetheart, I’m not going fishing, I’m going deer hunting for crying out loud. This is nothing like fishing, I’ll get up early both days and go sit out in a freaking tree till almost noon. I’ll hardly be at the cabin anyway except to eat and sleep.”

“Ohh please Jim?” Rachel continued as she rubbed her bare smooth shaven leg against Jim’s leg. “I bet she’d love to go if you asked her, and besides, I could use some Rachel time, I’d love to have the house to myself for a whole weekend.”

After Jim kissed his wife good night, he lied there thinking to himself in the stillness of their darkened bedroom. His mind was racing. It had been two weeks since he and Rachel had sex and even longer than that since he had last shared his cum with Sabrina in his truck. He knew it would be nice to have an entire weekend alone with his stepdaughter, especially now. Here at home they always had to sneak around and worry about getting caught. “Maybe taking her with me wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all, it’s not like I won’t get another chance to go hunting anyway.”

Jim took off work at noon Friday so he could go home and pack his gear for the weekend. In anticipation of the weekend, Sabrina decided to take the entire day off work, going to the tanning bed, making sure she had all of her own necessities too.

“Sabrina you about ready?”

“Yea Mom, just a second.”

“Jim’s illegal bahis waiting out in the drive for you.”

“OK Mom, I’ll be right there.”

“Gosh Mom, what a trip. I’m going to the hunting cabin with Jim. I hope we stop by that one creek that he always used to take me too, it’s so beautiful there.”

“Well, say something to him, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind checking it out himself.”

“Yea I’ll do that. I love you Mom.” Sabrina said as she quickly turned to run out to the driveway where Jim was waiting.

“You two be careful.”

“Aww we will Honey, wish us luck.”

Once out of view of their home, Sabrina sat closer to Jim than he was comfortable with. As SAabrina rubbed her palm up and down Jim’s thigh, feeling how large he felt to her, she continued massagin him when he said: “Sabrina, why don’t you save that at least until we get out of town where no one recognizes us.”

“Why? Does it bother you for me to sit near you?”

“Nooo sweetheart, I’m just playing it safe, and besides what’s the hurry? We have more than 48 hours alone…together…just you and me.”

“Jim was right” Sabrina thought to herself. “Unlike Jim, maybe it’s just because I’m still so young, maybe that’s the reason that I tend to rush things. Unlike Sabrina’s friends, her stepfather had plenty of past sexual opportunities, over time and through the years he had gained a certain level of control over himself and his actions, he had patience, he was calm and understanding to Sabrina’s needs too. He was mature and that made Sabrina feel safe and secure, she like everything would be all right.

“Wow, this place hasn’t changed a bit.” Sabrina said once they arrived at the cabin.

“Oh sure it has sweetheart.” Jim relied. “We now have some of the conveniences of home here now. Come look, we have a washer and a dryer and cable TV. We still don’t have a phone line, but who needs one? That’s what they make cell phones for, and besides when you’re down here you tend to stay outdoors more often anyway.

“Oh cool, you and Mom bought a nice couch too.” Sabrina said as she sat her little bottom down, slightly bouncing on the cushioned piece of furniture.

“Yea, you have to have some of the comforts of home when you come down here.” Jim said.

“I guess for tonight we’ll just have some dinner and hang out together Sabrina. I plan to go to bed early because I’ll be getting up around 4:00 am.

Sabrina arose off the couch and slowly walked over to Jim. Looking at him as if she wanted to see how he would react, she looked him directly in the eye and asked: “Where do I sleep at?”

Jim wrapped his arms around her. Standing there holding her, admiring her hair, taking in her lovely scent, gently rocking her as he held her close to him, Jim said: “Sweetheart, you can sleep anywhere you like, on the couch, in the recliner or in bed with me.”

“I want to sleep with you, I bet you already knew that didn’t you?

“Ohhh Precious, yes Sweetheart, I want what you want and just think…you and me Honey, together, all alone, all weekend.”

“Mmmm….” Sabrina moaned she closed her eyes, smiled and laid her head against Jim’s chest.

“Care to watch a little TV?” Jim asked.

“Yea sure.”

As the two of them sat on the couch and got comfortable, they began to get closer too. The sexual tension was in the air from the time Jim asked Sabrina if she wanted to come with him this weekend. Now that they were finally alone together, Jim could almost swear that he smelled pussy. They removed their shoes and socks. Jim slouched back on the couch, Sabrina curled her legs up under her and snuggled against him.

“Mmmmm baby girl, you know what I’d like more than anything right now?” Jim asked.

“Uumm, let me guess…a cold beer?” Sabrina joked.

“Nooo Sweetheart, not a beer. What I’d like more anything is to watch you suck my dick right here on the couch, with the light on.”

“Mmmm, you would huh? Well, it just so happens that I’d like for you to watch me suck your dick too. Perfect timing I guess.”

Jim raised his ass up off the couch and slid his jeans and boxer shorts off, kicking them in a pile across the floor of the cabin. Jim then helped remove Sabrina’s top and bra, throwing them in the same pile that his clothes were in.

Sitting back down with his arms out, Jim said to Sabrina: “Mmmm, mmm, mmmm…c’mere my sweet girl, let me give you some attention.” Sabrina stood in front of Jim as he sat on the couch, kissing her breasts, licking all around and massaging them with his hands, pulling, tweaking and rolling her nipples around in his fingers, her nipples were getting longer and harder by the minute. He worked his mouth down her tanned stomach to her panties and said: “I see you dressed for me today didn’t you? Yes, you did, good girl.” he said, with confidence.

Sabrina’s heart was pounding in her throat, so all she could do was nod and move closer to him. Jim moved his hands over her young body, moving them slowly, feeling her panties and how they illegal bahis siteleri gripped her hips, and notto mention what a visual turn on it was to see how they dissappeared between her crack, he slid his fingers inside the front of her panties to feel her thick mound. “You’re such a pretty little girl Sabrina and I love what you wore for me today,” he said smiling.

“Thank you Jim, I knew you’d want me to wear these because you bought them for me, remember?” Sabrina said softly.

Sabrina stood there. Jim wasn’t her boyfriend, he was only her step-father and that’s all he ever was going to be, but this was feeling like what was soon to be the most exciting sex they had ever shared together, nothing at all like when they had to sneak around and worry about someone seeing them or catching them together. Her pussy throbbed inside as she felt Jim fondling her vaginal lips. She could feel herself getting wet. She closed her eyes, feeling Jim slip a finger inside her, then two fingers. He began sliding them in and out of her pussy, then he added a third, and he continued playing with her as his thumb stroked her tight little ass, pushing and probing just a little but not entering her there just yet, making her remember how he had fucked her in his truck that night. Sabrina’s clit began to swell as Jim found it and gently rubbed it…soon she was almost reliving in her mind the night her and Jim had sex. Jim slowly slipped her panties down her legs as he kissed her thick patch of hair she stepped out of them.

“Sit on my lap Precious, I want to hold you,” Jim said. As Sabrina sat on Jim’s lap she could feel he’s throbbing cock pressed underneath her, poking at her. Sabrina felt his mouth on hers before she knew what was happening. They kissed passionately for the first time. He found her tongue with his and sucked on it gently. Sabrina answered Jim’s hungry aggressions by moving her body, rubbing herself against him, she opened her mouth so he could kiss her deeper. Jim slipped his hand lower, just softly caressing the outside of Sabrina’s hairy pussy. He smiled to himself as he felt her wetness and breathed in her scent. As Jim continued kissing her he felt the warmth of her juices as he slid his fingers between her wet slit, sliding them slowly and gingerly up and down. Sabrina moaned and he kissed her deeper, wanting every bit of passion and desire to flow from her body to his. Sabrina widened her legs for Jim, wanting his fingers all over her. Jim continued sliding them up and down, toying with her clit, rubbing his thumb against her ass as her clit was exposed and hard, teasing it and circling it. He withdrew his touch but continued to press against her tight little rose bud, but did not press his fingers inside, even though she moved trying to make it happen. Sabrina was completely lost and under Jim’s control. Jim knew it too, he could sense it and he was enjoying every single minute of it.

Jim suddenly stopped with his hand and broke away from the kissing they were sharing to look at her youthful and pretty face. Sabrina looked at him feeling somewhat disappointed because he was making her feel so good but now he had stopped.

“Sabrina, do you understand that you’re now my sex slave?” Jim asked. Sabrina not knowing what he meant only nodded and said: “I guess.”. “Do you also know that you’re my little fuck toy this weekend, to play with anytime I want and in any way I want?” Jim asked. “Yes, Jim,” she whispered. ” I want you to call me Daddy now Sabrina, ok?” Jim said. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “That’s what I want to be for you Sabrina, you’re such a sweet little girl, yes indeed you are,” Jim said as he smiled.

Then Jim sat her straight up in his lap and turned her so she was on her knees and bent over the arm of the couch. Jim lay over her with his cock protruding rigidly, hitting the backs of her legs and against her pussy. He leaned close to her ear and whispered: “Oohh Sabrina baby, I want to fuck you in the ass.” “No Daddy,” she softy whispered as she tried pushing her pussy back against him. Aww easy now Baby cakes, Daddy gets what he wants and YOU know I will not hurt you. Jim pulled his cock away from her and slapped her tender ass with his open hand. “No no Precious, Daddy is in charge, you just relax and let it happen, just enjoy it.”

As Jim reached for the lubricant, he explained how he was gong to lubricate Sabrina’s virgin ass so that she would enjoy his touch. “Don’t be embarrassed Pumpkin”, Jim told her as he squeezed the smooth cold liquid on to his fingers….then moved them up and down her crack…massaging her rose bud moving his fingers in tiny circles applying gentle pressure…making Sabrina push against his slippery fingers.

Jim reached under her and pulled her nipples while he kissed the back of her neck while he was getting her use to the pressure against her ass. Sabina moaned softly, arching her back, obviously enjoying what Jim was doing. He moved in closer now, sliding his cock up and down the outside of her pussy, coating the head of his cock with her canlı bahis siteleri vaginal secretions. Sabrina breathed faster and moaned, rubbing herself against his cock, feeling the ache, need and desire deep inside her getting greater.

Jim was feeling like he would cum just by the stimulation his cock received by entering only the head of it inside her ass. He pulled the head of his cock out and pressed it at the entrance of her puckered little anus again. He removed his hands from her breasts and dug them firmly into her soft as cheeks, spreading the little bitches ass wide open to him. Sabrina clutched to the arm of the couch as she felt her heart beating wildly. She began to perspire as she prepared herself to be fucked in the ass for the very first time.

Jim pressed forward and slipped the head of his thick cock inside her ass, holding it there for a few minutes, telling Sabrina how he was going to let her adjust to this new sensation. Sabrina felt the pain instantly and cried out. Nooo Daddy please stop, it hurts. In a soothing voice, Jim told Sabrina to hold his dick in her ass, that he would not move it, until she felt comfortable. “Remember Pumpkin, you’re my slave, you’re going to make me feel good and also learn what it’s like to be really fucked,” Jim told her. He sensed her hesitance and reached down to softly rub her pussy and clit. “There there Pumpkin, just breathe sweetheart, just relax for Daddy, you’re gonna be fine Sweetheart.” As soon as Jim said that, Sabrina relaxed and settled over the arm of the couch while raising her ass a little higher. “Oh yes Sweetheart, very good, very very good,” he said kindly as he removed his cock from her ass and began sinking his fingers into her, helping her to relax. Adding more lubrication, he entered her ass again, pushing even further in, inch by inch as he kept her pussy and clit burning with a desire Sabrina never experienced before. At last he was all the way in, he bent close to her and whispered to her as he continued letting his fingers work their magic on her pussy and clit: “Sweetheart, how do you feel baby, are you ok?” Ohhhh Daddy, it feels so slippery, am I making you feel good too?

Sabrina felt the fullness of Jim’s cock in her ass, and his fingers making her pussy and clit tingle and ache harder, and she said, “I love it Daddy….I want you to love me, I want you to fuck me. Are you going to cum in my ass Daddy?” Jim smiled, and began to stroke deep strokes, in and out, taking his cock almost completely out and then slowly burying deep inside again, over and over. As Sabrina relaxed more and more and started to enjoy it, he picked up the pace, until he was fucking her deeper and faster with aggressive knowing strokes. Sabrina’s little moans of pleasure made his cock harden and stiffen even more, until he could feel the cum rising up the length of his shaft.

Not able to stand it any longer, Jim rubbed Sabrina’s clit harder and at the last second said, “Cum for me Sabrina……cum hard, baby.” Jim grunted as he drove his engorged dick home. Sabrina’s body started to convulse, as her moans worked up into faint screams, her body began to clench and tighten, her ass was pushing back, taking him deeper with each forward stoke, Jim couldn’t control himself any longer, losing his warm seed inside her ass. She felt his hot spurts of cum shooting inside her virgin ass, making it even more slippery at the same time the waves of her cum, went over and over her.

They both collapsed, Jim on top of Sabrina, his cock still inside of her, as their bodies came down from the passion they had both just experienced. Sabrina could feel Jim’s heart beating on her back, and she knew hers was doing the same. Jim kissed her cheek, and hugged her tight as they lay there recovering. As he rolled off Sabrina, he reached between her legs….feeling massive amounts of slippery hot cum, his fingers were dripping wet. Jim looked at Sabrina in the eyes and said, Baby…..I want you to taste your cum, as he smeared it over her mouth. Sabrina began licking her lips, as Jim moved closer to kiss her lips and the cum. They both laid there in total ecstasy enjoying the taste of womanhood.

Finally, Jim stood up and started to dress. Sabrina started to get up, but Jim stopped her. “No Precious, I want to look at you, just lay there. Please baby, just give me a few minutes. I always want to remember my little love slave with the vision I have right now….that she was fucked good and left completely satisfied, lying naked in our cum, seeing my own cum dripping from your ass.” Sabrina smiled as she raised her ass again then wiggled on the couch and said, “Okay Daddy.”

To all of you who have read my stories and left feedback, I read each and every one of them, I even responded to some of them. I appreciate all of your responses. I was thinking this would be the last chapter in this series, I have two other stories that I have wrote that I am considering submitting to Literotica but neither one of them are incestual in nature. Please tell me if you think I should continue with a chapter 5 in this series. Maybe Sabrina should go away for awhile, maybe she should get married and have a family of her own but eventually come back for some more of that loving attention she once received from her step-father.

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One minute, Liza was fine, blissfully driving down the interstate with her best friend, Jason, shooting the shit, heading south to take in a rock concert. The next, her world exploded into horns, and flashing lights, pain in her side, and a scream. And then it was dark. The next thing she remembered thinking about was whether Jason was all right. Then the pain slammed back into her, and she realized she was swathed in bandages, in a hospital room. Her vision was a little blurry, but she saw familiar faces. Her mother, her father, her husband Jim. They looked worried. Things went black again.

—–

The accident was a year ago, but Liza still felt nervous getting into the car. Jason had pulled through without any major injuries, but he had chronic neck and back pain that sometimes laid him up for weeks at a time. He couldn’t keep a job, but the lawsuit they had filed with the drunk driver that caused the accident paid his bills. Luckily, the physical therapy had him up for longer and longer periods of time.

Almost as bad as the guilt she felt over Jason’s injuries was the explosive realization she’d had as she recovered. She loved him. Even worse, she’d told him she loved him, and the surprised look on his face wasn’t the one she’d hoped to see. He loved her, too, he said, as a friend. Maybe once upon a time…

She’d been so embarrassed, she hadn’t spoken to him in a month. He finally got her on the phone, and they had awkwardly talked around her confession for weeks before things got back to normal, more or less. She and her husband would invite Jason and his wife over for dinner Sundays, and things didn’t feel strained anymore.

But a year later, the feelings were still inside. She and Jim hardly ever made love, and when they did, she was picturing Jason instead, filling her, caressing her, loving her. She kept burying those feelings, willing them to go away.

—–

Liza knocked on the door, fussed with her pink sundress. She admitted, at least to herself, she was a little nervous. She and Jason hadn’t been alone in a long time. Actually, she hadn’t even been to his house in weeks.

“Come in,” a voice called from inside. She went in, and followed the voice down the hall and into the spare bedroom, where Jason was laying on the bed, watching a television that had been mounted onto the ceiling.

“Jase, what are you doing in here?” she asked.

“Oh, Ronnie thought I should put a TV in here so I can come in and watch when I can’t fall asleep. These days it hurts more often than not, so, actually I don’t really even sleep in our bedroom anymore.”

“You guys doing okay?”

Jason was silent a long time before answering. “Not really,” he said carefully. “I think she might be seeing someone else.”

“No, not Ronnie! What makes you think that?”

“Little things. Sometimes I can hear her on the phone in the next room, giggling like a schoolgirl. She gets home late. She leaves early. I don’t know.”

Liza could see he was uncomfortable. She changed the subject. “So, what are you doing flat on your back? Didn’t you have a physical therapy appointment today?”

“Nah, cancelled it. Doesn’t seem to be helping much.”

“Are you going regularly?”

“I was, but… Ronnie’s had a hard time getting off work to take me,” he said bitterly.

“I’m really sorry,” she said quietly.

“Hey, how many times do I have to tell you? It’s not your fault.” Liza knelt on the side of the bed, and he gripped her hand.

“I just feel responsible because I was driving.”

“I know you do.”

“Look, what if I gave you a massage? I don’t get enough chances to put those classes I took to good use. If you can’t go to physical therapy, at least let me do that much.”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he said, after a minute.

“If it’s about what I told you last year, I already told you, I didn’t mean it. Must have been… delirious… after the surgery,” she finished lamely.

“It’s not that.”

“If not that, then why not?”

Jason was quiet for an even longer time. Liza lay on her back beside him, nestling her head in the crook of his armpit.

“Come oooooon,” she wheedled. “Let me help you.”

He turned to face her, smiled at her batting eyelashes. “Okay.”

She smiled brightly. “Let’s get your clothes off then.”

“I’m not getting naked for you, ya perv,” he teased.

“Just to get you more comfortable.” She helped him out of his shirt and then his jeans, trying not to look at the place where his dick lay, curled up comfortably inside his underwear. She helped him turn over, and then said, “I should probably get some lotion.”

“On the dresser,” he said. She grabbed it, noticing it was almost empty.

“Not much in here,” she complained.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been using it a lot lately,” he said into the pillow. She blushed at his admission, glad his head was turned the other way. She didn’t answer, but got back up onto the bed and squeezed some lotion into her hands, illegal bahis warming it between her palms.

She slid her hands over his back, coating it slickly with the lotion.

“Mmmm,” she said, “smells nice.” Actually, it smelled, well, kind of familiar. She glanced at the bottle again, saw it was the same scent she always wore.

“Yeah. Smells like you,” he grunted, as she kneaded the muscles in his lower back gently. Did he even realize what he’d just said? She took a few deep breaths. He didn’t feel that way about her. She moved her hands up a few inches, massaged the muscles there. He sighed beneath her.

“Feel good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

As she moved up further on his back, it got more difficult to get the right angle.

“Hold on a sec, just gonna-” She swung her leg over him, straddling his waist, but not resting any of her weight on him. “There. Is that okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

She pushed back a little, surprised to feel the waistband of his underwear against her inner thighs. The mound of her crotch rested comfortably just against the swell of his lower back. He didn’t say anything. Neither did she.

She pushed her palms up to his lower shoulder blades, working her fingertips carefully around the bones. Her thoughts kept returning to the fact that there was an incredibly attractive man, nearly naked, between her thighs. She felt herself starting to get wet, and panicked a little. This was not what she needed right now.

Liza lifted her hips away from Jason’s back, and his hips shifted below her.

“No, you don’t have to move. You were okay where you were.”

Now if she moved, she’d have to give him a reason. Or kneel by his head. Equally unacceptable. What if he… smelled her? No, no, no. Defeated, she lowered her hips a fraction of an inch. She still wasn’t touching him.

“No, really. Make yourself comfortable. It doesn’t hurt.”

Defeated, she lowered until the soft cotton of her panties, now slightly damp, rested against his skin. She had worked nearly his entire back. Just his neck and shoulders needed work, and that’s where he needed it most. He’d been wearing his seatbelt during the accident, luckily, but his head had been tossed around crazily.

As soon as she started stroking the muscles in his shoulders, he let out a very soft moan. She felt his shoulders actually relaxing into what she was doing, and smiled inwardly. She wasn’t just talking before; she felt legitimately responsible for the accident, even though she knew it wasn’t her fault. If only she’d looked in the right spot, jerked the wheel a little sooner, maybe it would have been different. She knew they were lucky to be alive.

She finished with his shoulders, and swung her leg back over him, kneeling beside his hip.

“Mmkay, you can turn back over now so you can go back to watching the game.”

“No, ah, I’m pretty comfortable like this.”

“Come on, don’t be silly. You’re missing a good play.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Um, it’s just, that was really relaxing. It felt really good.”

“Good! I’m so glad I could help you.”

“No, I mean… it felt… really good,” he emphasized.

“Ohhh!” she said, with a blush. “Well, come on, I’ve seen it all before,” she said matter-of-factly. She actually HAD seen it all before, albeit not since they were much younger. Still, a penis was a penis, right?

“Okay, help me turn over.” She did, her hands gently on his sides to help him roll. She tried not to look, but couldn’t help herself. His cock was sticking pretty straight out, straining against his underpants. She licked her lips nervously, and averted her eyes. When she looked back, he had rearranged things so it was lying more flat against his abdomen. It was still pretty obvious, and she looked away, meeting his eyes.

“It’s… ah… big,” she said quietly. They looked at each other, and her lips twitched. They both broke out into laughter, but when they stopped, he was still hard.

She reached her hand out, fingers stretching toward the bulge in his underwear. His face was suddenly serious. His brows furrowed.

“I don’t think…” he trailed off as she made contact, her fingertips sliding so softly over the length of his cock. He shivered. She leaned over, pressed a line of kisses where her fingertips had just been. She felt his cock throbbing beneath her lips. His belly twitched when she made contact with the bare skin just above his underwear.

“Liza-“

“I said I wanted to make you feel better,” she said.

“Yes, but-“

“Let me make you feel better.” Her eyes pleaded with him. She tucked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, felt his cock pushing against them to be free.

“Liza, please…” She waited for him to say “don’t,” but he didn’t. She pulled his underwear away from him, watching his cock spring out, and slid them down his thighs. She gripped his cock, pointing it upward toward her face. She licked her lips nervously, bending over his hips, keeping her eyes on illegal bahis siteleri his face.

“We shouldn’t-” he said softly, breaking off when she kissed the tip of his cock. She watched him watch her slide her tongue around the head of his cock and then slip it into her mouth. Jason let out a shuddering breath, and finally lost the battle to keep his eyes open.

Liza’s head bobbed up and down, making soft wet noises as she sucked in, gently. When she pulled away, Jason made a quiet protesting sound that faded into a groan as she squeezed his cock firmly. She leaned down, licking a long, wet line over his testicles, feeling the skin shift and pull against her tongue. She stroked his cock smoothly as she sucked first one testicle, and then the other, into her mouth, rolling it around and sucking on them.

She felt them tightening, and Jason gasped out, “Liza, I-“

“Shh, it’s okay,” she said. She sucked him back into her mouth, flicking her eyes back up to his. His eyes seared into hers. She felt his hand stroking the back of her head, and the taste of him flooding her mouth, so hot. She swallowed, letting his softening cock slip out of her mouth, nuzzling the hollow of his hip. Suddenly, she didn’t want to look at him.

She turned away, pulling his underwear back into place, and sliding his jeans back up over his legs. His hand on her thigh made her turn, and he was smiling, though he didn’t really look happy.

“C’mere,” he said, and she slid up the bed closer to his head. He slipped his hand up her inner thigh to her panties, now more than damp. He dragged his fingernails over the crotch of her panties, and she shivered. “Down here,” he said.

She leaned down toward him, and then, the sound of a door slamming. She jerked away from him, an unwelcome blush rising to her cheeks.

“Honey, I’m home,” called Ronnie. Liza wiped her mouth hurriedly, and straightened her skirt. She leaned against the wall, trying to look casual.

Ronnie came to the doorway and smiled, looking not entirely friendly. “Oh, Liza, I didn’t know you were here.”

“Mmm,” Liza replied vaguely. “Just leaving, actually.”

“You don’t have to go,” said Jason.

“No, you don’t have to go,” said Ronnie, but her tone said, “Please go.” Liza went.

—–

Jason called her the next day, and for the first time, she ignored his call. He left a message saying he was up and about again, and he wanted to talk. She didn’t want to see him. She knew what he would say. It was a mistake. They were married. It shouldn’t happen, wouldn’t happen again.

She ignored him for the next week, too. The one time he got her on the phone by accident, she mumbled something about being busy, and hung up on him. She felt terrible. She knew she was punishing him for her own guilt and fear of being rejected.

Her husband didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong. He puttered around the house as usual, and when he found out he was being sent on a business trip, he didn’t ask if she would be okay without him. He just packed his bags, kissed her absently on the cheek, and walked out. She was relieved not to have to make idle conversation around the dinner table, and then felt even worse for being relieved.

Jason phoned again. She knew she couldn’t avoid him forever, but she still didn’t know what she wanted to say to him.

He didn’t give her time to decide. The day he finally came over, it was raining. Liza was trying unsuccessfully to work, then to read, then to eat. The doorbell rang, and her heart sank, even as its beating sped up. She looked through the peephole. It was Jason.

“Liza, I know you’re in there,” he called. “In fact, I know you’re at the door. I can hear you breathing.” She was silent. She watched the rain dripping down into his hair, soaking the top of his shirt. “You’re not going to just leave me out here in the rain, are you?”

She couldn’t. She pulled the door open with a frown. “Who told you to go out without a jacket?” She stalked into the hallway, and pulled a towel out of the closet.

Jason took the towel gratefully, rubbing it over his hair. He looked ruefully at the wet shoulders of his shirt, and slipped it over his head. Her eyes were drawn to the hard points of his nipples, and she looked away.

“What, you can’t even look at me now?” he asked softly. She looked up, eyes filling with tears. “Hey now, none of that. You didn’t think I came all the way over here to tell you off, did you?”

“Why did you come?”

He cradled her face in his hand, tilting it up, watching the tears spill over and run down her cheeks. Then he leaned down and kissed her, tentatively, at first just brushing his lips against hers. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers, velvety soft, hearing the little sighs that escaped her. He put his arm around her, drawing her close so that their bodies were pressed together in a long line, kissing her like he wouldn’t have another chance.

When he pulled back, Liza looked a little dazed, and his canlı bahis siteleri cock was hard and aching in his pants.

“The truth is, I’ve always thought you were attractive, but it never seemed like there was a good time to do anything about it,” Jason was saying. “When you told me you loved me, after the accident, well, I haven’t been able to keep my mind off you since. The other day, I didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret.”

“And today?”

“Can we go in the other room?”

“Mm. Not my bedroom.” She tugged him away from the direction he was heading, and toward the opposite end of the house, where the guest suite was. As she glimpsed the bed, she was suddenly nervous, but swallowed it and crawled onto the bed anyway.

Jason lay beside her, lowering her to the bed, rolling on top of her. He was kissing her again, so soft, but this time, his hands were there, gently squeezing her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly under his hands, and he tweaked them, eliciting a moan. She felt his hard cock bumping against her hip, and thoughts of what they could do flooded her with arousal.

Then his hand slid into her flannel pajama bottoms, cupping her mound through her panties. She knew it would feel so hot on his hand. He ground his palm into her, and she shuddered. She felt herself getting so wet, and knew he would feel it, too.

He slid her pajama bottoms down along with her panties, and parted her thighs, looking at her.

Jason looked up, into her eyes. “I have been wanting to do this for a long time.” He licked her in one long line, making her writhe. He used the tip of his tongue to circle her clit. Liza hadn’t had a man go down on her in a long time, and the sensations felt so new. She had been feeling self-conscious, but the evident enthusiasm Jason had for his task wiped the rest of her doubt away. Tingling sensations radiated out as Jason sucked on her clit, his tongue pressing rhythmically against her.

Then, a new sensation. Two of his fingers invaded her, rubbing against sensitive spots inside her. She blew out a breath and concentrated on the feelings building with her. Jason ran his tongue out, tickling the crease of her thigh. He returned to her clit with renewed vigor, and Liza cried out as the pleasure washed over her. Her hips pumped against Jason’s hand, and he licked her until she had to push him away.

With some urgency, Jason undid his pants, removing them and releasing his hard cock. Liza made to return the favor, but Jason shook his head. He pulled her upward, capturing her mouth in another kiss. She could taste herself, tangy, slightly sweet, mixed with the taste of Jason’s mouth. “What do you want?” she murmured against his mouth.

“I really want to be inside you.” He grasped her hips, turning her around and pulling them upward. He slid his dick down over her sensitive clit and then with a jerk, pushed it inside of her all at once. Liza gasped at the sudden sensation. He kneaded her buttocks firmly in his hands, enjoying the way the soft skin felt.

Jason leaned over, kissing Liza’s back and neck. She had never before felt as if it was “making love” in this position. Men usually used the leverage of being behind her to slam into her as hard and fast as possible. But Jason, with his long, smooth strokes, caressed all the parts of her.

“You are so beautiful, baby,” he whispered in her ear, “and you feel so good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this all these years.”

He rested back on his heels, pulling her up with him and sliding his cock into her from below. He put his hands up underneath her shirt to cup her small breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingertips. Liza moaned, pumping her hips to match his thrusts until she was riding him, and he felt so deep inside her.

Jason was kissing her neck, gripping her hips now to steady them both. Then he grazed his palm over her clit, grinding down gently until she cried out.

“Look at me, Liza. I want to watch you cum,” he said softly. At his words, something tightened low in her belly.

She turned her head, meeting his gaze. He watched her hungrily, and she felt something inside her starting to let go. His palm was no longer making lazy circles, but pressing down on her firmly, causing fluttering explosions inside her.

“Mmmm, Jason,” she groaned.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged. Her bouncing stopped suddenly as she slammed down on his cock one final time, feeling herself tightening around him. Her eyes were squeezed shut now as she called out his name. “Fuck, yes, Liza,” he hissed, filling her with jets of cum. His hips jerked as he came, pushing his cock further into her and making her writhe in his arms.

Liza slumped over, catching her breath. “Geez, Jim hasn’t fucked me like that in years,” she muttered. She felt hot all over as the thought of her husband. What would he say, if he could see her right now, pants around her knees, shirt pushed up over her breasts, Jason’s cock softening inside her?

“He won’t ever again if I have anything to say about it,” came Jason’s voice behind her. “Ronnie left me, Liza, a couple of days ago. She said there was someone else.”

Twisting around, Liza looked at him in surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

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It was a typical suburban house in a typical suburban street in an Essex town called Woodford. As I had been requested, I left my car a hundred yards or so past number 42 and walked back. That in itself was a struggle as it was raining and the wind was howling. From under the umbrella that I was trying to stop blowing away, I saw 42 and noticed that it was a well- kept, mock Tudor, quite imposing house with a neat front garden, gleaming paint and sparkling windows. That made me feel good and gave me some faith in what Ben had told me on the phone.

“It’s a very clean, tidy house; you will feel at home with me.”

“Hi you must be Chrissy,” the tall, quite good-looking, grey haired, dark skinned man said when he opened the door. “I’m Ben.”

I walked in and we shook hands. The place smelt clean, he was clean, he hadn’t been leading me astray on that, which gave credibility to the other things he had claimed in the e-mails we had exchanged.

He was about 50 with quite long, grey wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. He was slim and tall, quite good looking and had a very upright posture. He gave off an aura of both confidence and competence. That made me think the massage would be good, that he would have the educated hands he claimed and that he would, in his words. “Ensure I had a wonderful time.”

However, I wasn’t sure that he actually really offered what I was after. I thought he probably did, I guessed that he would make me cum, but I hadn’t been able to summon up the courage to ask him.

I followed him up stairs.

“OK Chrissy, you can change in here,” he said showing me into a small bedroom. “The bathroom is next door,” he added, leaving me alone.

There was a white towelling robe on the narrow bed, which I assumed I should put on. I stripped down to my panties. Should I keep them on or remove them, I wondered looking in the mirror? I saw in the mirror that my long, shoulder-length, blonde hair was a total wreck from the wind and rain and was tumbling down onto my bare shoulders in lank, wet tresses. I grimaced when I looked at my body. I had put weight on my tummy and hips a bit and my B to C cup tits were starting to sag although at forty three and having born a child, they were no too bad. ‘Maybe he won’t notice’ I thought trying to fix my hair into some semblance of order, but that was hopeless so I gave up. But then I thought. ‘What ther hell, after all Iampaying.’

There was a knock on the door. “When you are ready Chrissy please come across the landing, I’ll be waiting,” Ben said.

I slipped into the robe, knotted the tie round the waist, opened the door and went across the landing. Ben was standing just inside the front bedroom, which was dimly lit. There were several candles flickering and some soft classical piano music, probably Bach, playing. Ben had changed clothing. Gone were the jeans and tee shirt. He was now wearing a shorty, silk dressing gown, which, like mine, was tied at the waist, but his was dark blue silk and ended mid-way down his thighs. Where the lapels gaped, I could see his fairly hairy chest, the hairs varying in colour from black to silver. His lower legs were bare and he had nothing on his feet that, for some reason I noted had unusually long toes.

“Come in Chrissy,” he said, holding the door open for me.

He shut the door behind me and dimmed the lights even more.

I was surprised not to see a massage table, but instead there was a mattress on the floor covered by a white sheet with a large blue towel in the middle.

“Yes we don’t use a table,” he said guessing, or seeing my surprise, it’s more relaxing on the floor.”

“Ok,” was all I could manage rather hoarsely, momentarily wondering why on earth I was putting myself through this.

“For both of us he added,” taking hold of my elbow. “Would you like to lie on your front first, Chrissy?”

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do about the robe, so I hesitated, with my hands hovering by the bow. He turned his back and picked up a couple of towels from a pile on a table.

“Yes take that off please,” he said in a rather officious tone.

I lay down as instructed, oddly pleased that he averted his gaze. The mattress was soft and warm and had a lovely sweet smell; it was pleasant to lie on and quite relaxing. He knelt beside me and covered my body in two or three warm towels. It was just like being in a regular, straight spa. If it hadn’t been for the way he was dressed I would not have even thought that there might be the ‘other services’ I wanted, but wasn’t sure I would request.

I had been divorced for a couple of years and I was desperately lonely. My sixteen year old daughter who lived with me in a smashing flat needed me less and less and although I had numerous friends most were married. It is not easy suddenly being unmarried at forty something for most of your contemporaries are married or at least with partners.

After the final decree came through I had a few dates and a couple of flings illegal bahis that had involved sex, but I wasn’t satisfied or fulfilled by them. It was like a charade. Neither party expected and in my case certainly did not want, to find love so the whole seduction bit seemed a little false. Other friends, however have told me that they find that the most enjoyable part. To me sex without some emotional involvement is rather pointless. Or so I thought. That is until I did some research and read more about it.

Ben started on my back by peeling the towel back a little and pouring warm oil between my shoulder blades. He massaged me fairly deeply all over my upper back and shoulders. It felt good. That finished, he repeated the exercise with each of my legs. Each time merely rolling the towel back to expose the part that he was about to massage and, with both legs, tucking the top in a little round my bum. I was beginning to worry that maybe I had read the situation incorrectly and that this was just a straight massage, so similar was it to all the spa treatments I had experienced. But then, I rationalised even if it was it would be enjoyable for he was giving me a very good massage.

After a while, I had found myself coping ok with the loneliness of being a single woman again. I really did not mind being by myself and in any case through my new job I was making friends. I joined a tennis club, started a course at a local college and began piano lessons. I persuaded myself that these actions were to enrich my life and meet new friends. Deep down I knew that was a lie. What I was looking for was sex. I was not so much lonely as frustrated. After all, during my twenty year marriage I probably had sex on average three times a week; that means I had been fucked over three thousand times. It was that what I missed. But I didn’t like dating so I was in a fucking Catch 22, literally!

That is when I read about women who use escorts. I was very tempted, but could not bring myself to do it because if I wanted sex with him, he would have to come to my home. Oddly, the cold-blooded nature of having a stranger I have just met fuck me did not disturb me that much. It was the detached, business-like nature of it that overcame my normal reservations with dating. Then you have to pretend there is more when there isn’t, with an escort there is no pretence. It is a completely transparent transaction; you are there to be fucked and he is there to fuck you. Simple and straightforward. But there is the where do you do it issue and I didn’t fancy paying out a hundred and fifty pounds for a hotel on top of the two hundred or so good escorts charge. And you could hardly do it in a car could you? It was I thought to myself, though, something I would treat myself to one day

It was then as I was looking at some male escort websites that I came upon a site offering ‘Sensual Massage for Discerning Ladies.’ I read it eagerly and saw that I could access their site to find out more, email the site or have a telephone conversation with the owner; I did all three. Ben was a friendly guy, very relaxed and reassuring on the phone and explained the whole process clearly and in a straightforward manner.

“In the end result Chrissy whatever you choose to do you will get a great massage I promise,” he reassuringly told me as the final persuader.

I was mulling over how it had all happened as I lie on the warm and sweet smelling towel on the sheet covering the mattress. It was then that the massage changed.

I felt him roll a towel upwards exposing my lower back, waist and the top of my bum, just where it starts to flare up into the two mounds of flesh. He poured oil onto the small of my back and started massaging that and my waist. His hands were sliding a few inches up my back all round my waist and onto my hips then back and just up the swell of my bum. It was gorgeous. I could feel the sides of his hands keep pushing against the towel that was draped over my bum covering the crease, moving it down a little. It felt as though it had moved quite a way, but in reality it was probably only inches.

“Feel good Chrissy?”

“Mmmmmm, very nice,” I groaned back finding speaking difficult with my head resting on my arms.

I felt the towel over my bottom being lifted up.

“May I?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but in any case I murmured. “Yes.”

He removed the towel.

“Oh Chrissy what have we here?” He asked, obviously referring to my panties.

They were dark blue, lacy, hipster shorts, cut acutely across each cheek of my bum.

I didn’t reply, I had no idea what to say.

“Very pretty, very nice” he said as I felt his fingers run over them sending my arousal level up a few degrees.

Nothing happened for a moment or two. I simply lay there as Ben, presumably, simply stared at my bum. That excited me. It played to my latent sense of exhibitionism that had come to the fore when my ex had taken ‘glamour’ photos of me. I may even have slightly wiggled illegal bahis siteleri my bottom a little.

“Very nice and very sexy” he went on quietly, resting a hand right on my cheek. That excited me even more, but nowhere near as much as his next words did. “But also, very unnecessary.”

He didn’t ask, he simply assumed and took over; that also excited me.

“Lift up a little” he said quietly as he slid his fingers into the waistband. “We don’t want to get oil on them do we?”

“Fuck he’s taking my knickers off,” I thought as I did as he asked and lifted myself up. That is exactly what he did, took my knickers off. It was an amazing feeling to be lying there on that mattress, my eyes closed, the room dim with soothing, classical music playing as this older man, kneeling beside me his bare leg, pressing against mine slid my panties down my legs. I knew that he must have seen all of my bottom and probably my pussy to from between the backs of my slightly parted thighs, which I closed.

I knew then, that with that most erotic of gestures that this was definitely not going to be a straight massage. And from then on it wasn’t. His touch became softer, more of a caress than a massage, he went nearer to my more intimate places and his body, mainly his knees and legs came into more frequent contact with mine.

I had expected that when ‘the action’ started I would be nervous and be torn as to whether I would really go through with it and do whatever sexual act or acts turned out to be top of the agenda. But I wasn’t. In fact, it was quite the opposite. I enjoyed being naked, having his fingers run over my bare bum and have his eyes gaze at me. I had found him removing my panties to be an incredible turn on, his light touches to be soothing yet arousing and his bare legs pressing against my hips and legs exciting. The combination of these did make me a little nervous for clearly I knew they were the precursor to me doing something much bigger; just what that was I wasn’t sure. But what I did know was that I would do something sexual with this intriguing masseur.

I felt him remove the towels covering my legs so that both of them were bare. He shuffled behind where my feet lay on the mattress and took hold of both of my ankles. Without asking, he pulled them apart, wider and wider. He didn’t say anything at all but I suddenly got the most stringent charge of sexual arousal as I felt his fingertips brush up the inside of my left thigh, stopping just millimetres from where my pussy lie open, wet and waiting. But waiting for what I wondered; a finger, several of them, a tongue, his cock, all of them or, perhaps,something else?

I felt his knees against the soles of my feet, he was pressing there as he caressingly massaged my inner, upper legs. Even in the dim light, he could not have avoided seeing my pussy lips, I wondered if they were glistening with my excretions.

He lifted one foot. He caressed and massaged that, the ankle, my instep, the arch and each of the toes. That was surprisingly erotic. He lifted my foot further and pressed, quite hard, on the sole, massaging all over that and the ball of my foot. Then, he rubbed the bottom of my foot against the silk of his dressing gown; I was not sure, though what part of his body that was covering, well not at first that is. But then I gasped with sensation as I felt the bottom of my foot being pressed against what was obviously his bulge through the silk. He wasn’t erect, but there was some hardness there. It was such a charge. I loved it.

I felt him shuffle between my opened legs, his knees pressing against them, just above my knees pushing them even wider apart. I knew he must be staring at my open pussy. His hands found my bum. He squeezed each cheek and rolled the flesh around, kneading and squeezing it and then pulling my cheeks apart. I could feel him leaning forward and then had I a fabulous sensation, one that I had never experienced before. I felt him blowing his breath firstly, along the crease between each cheek, then right on my bum hole and then all along the cheeks of my pussy. It was an amazing feeling and I couldn’t stop a deep grunt of pleasure slipping from my mouth as my entire body jerked and my bum wiggled at him.

“Nice?” He asked, moving his face away.

“Mmmmmmm” I moaned back.

“Good,” he went on rewarding me by replacing his breath with his finger running softly right along the length of the crease in my bum. “Are you anal, Chrissy?”

I wasn’t sure quite what he meant so maybe rather naively I asked. “You mean anal sex?”

“Yes, do you like anal play as part of your foreplay?”

“Yes,” I grunted feeling amazed that he was asking such questions.

“And penetration?” He asked pressing his finger right on my hole.

“Maybe,” I sighed loving the pressure,

I moaned and jerked again so intense and lovely were the sensations he gave me as his finger slid in a little way. But he stopped. Then he moved his hands up my body and canlı bahis siteleri started to massage my upper back, shoulders and neck. To reach them he moved further between my opened legs. Deeper, until the front of his knee pressed lightly against my pussy. That brought another big jerk and moan from me. He pressed more firmly. I pressed back, he pressed more, I tried to close my legs round it, tried to sort of ride it, I suppose, but he stopped me.

“Not yet Chrissy,” he said in a rather schoolmasterly way as he gently admonished me.

He moved away and said softly. “I think it’s time for your front now. Turn over please.”

It was so incongruous, I thought, that as I struggled my body over from my front to my back, he averted his eyes. He compounded this charade of being discrete by holding up a large towel, just as straight masseurs do who are trained to avoid looking at the client’s naked bodies. But they only provide muscle relief, not the sexual relief I was expecting from him and that I was paying him to provide.

He laid the towel over me. It covered me from my breasts to my ankles.

Lying there on my back, naked and covered in just a towel I got the chance to have a good look at Ben, my masseur. He was better looking than I had at first thought, but I realised he was probably older, possibly late fifties or early sixties, that shocked me for some reason. Kneeling beside me, he leaned forward and placed a pillow under my head, gently lifting my neck up: that was a nicely tender touch; I liked his gentleness and consideration.

I also liked the way the lapels had now slid very widely apart showing his hairy chest. It was open to his waist; there was no sign at all of a bloated stomach, in fact, what I could see above the tie, looked firm, taught and flat. Nice, I thought.

He shuffled from alongside me to behind my head, out of my view. Before he moved out of sight, though, and as he shuffled alongside me, the bottom part of his robe gaped. I wasn’t sure, but it looked as though he was naked under it. For some daft reason, considering I was here for him to give me sexual satisfaction, that seemed incredibly exciting and made me want to plunge my hands under that robe and grab at the bulge, my foot had experienced earlier.

As Ben gave me one of the loveliest scalp and face massages I had ever had, something I find immensely erotic even when performed by a straight masseur or a hairdresser, my mind was consumed with wondering whether he was naked under the robe. That seemed such an important issue. My mind was buzzing with curiosity and queries. Was he naked, was he hard, how big was he, was he circumcised and would he later offer to fuck me with it, or simply let me hold it? Would he present it to my mouth for me to suck and if he did what would he taste like?

Those questions had to remain unanswered, though, at least for a while, for he had started to massage the front of my shoulders along my collar bone. My eyes were tightly closed, but I knew he would have to be leaning forward from his kneeling position. Frequently I felt the silk of his robe, probably the cuffs or elbows, brush across my face; a heady sensation indeed, silk is so sensual, I find. Then I opened my eyes and saw that it was not the cuffs or elbows, but the folds covering him beneath the waist, the part covering his, what I was sure would now be, his erection. I still couldn’t see that and how I stopped myself from reaching up for it, I have no idea. It is so unlike me, but I had such a desire to feel and stroke his cock that my body was exploding with want. Perhaps that was his plan, I wondered?

I closed my eyes again and gave into the feelings, sensations and emotions that Ben was creating in me. He certainly knew his stuff, both from a technical massage and an arousing a woman angle.

His hands were softly massaging that area between my collar bones and where the flesh became fuller as my breasts flared out from my chest well more small puffs than flares! His fingers, for I think he was just using those now, were rotating in little circles, moving steadily downwards, although when he moved down a few inches he would then go back up again to near my collar bone. Down, then up, up towards my shoulders, down towards my breasts, up to nice feelings, but not sexual and down towards the erotic playground of my breasts and nipples.

But now, as his hands and fingers slid downwards, each time I felt them push against the towel, the edge of which was just where my breast flesh erupts from my chest.

That of course meant two things.

One, that each time he pushed the towel the edge moved up the swell of each boob and two that as he did that, so the edges of his hands touched that beautifully sensitive flesh.

Although I knew, or thought I knew, that soon my full breasts would be bare and he would gaze at them, touch them, squeeze and caress and maybe even suck them, and although he, presumably, knew that as well, we both continued with the charade. The charade of pretence, the game of not knowing, the play of anticipation, building the suspense and creating the hope and expectancy of impending sexual delight. The theatre of tease that we all experience some time; it was lovely.

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The tight fitting mask always felt awkward at first. He adjusted it in the mirror, making sure it stuck to his skin in a clean manner, leaving his eyes and mouth clear of the flesh-imitating material. It’s form sat so close to the shape of his face he could almost swear he’d been born with it. Well, almost. The face was the same as all the others. Bone white with a metallic red sheen around the eyes gave it an exotic look, noticeably obscuring the true face of the wearer, but still remaining curiously pleasing to the eyes. Guys or girls, all would be wearing them tonight. He finished pressing the mask down to a comfortable position and went out of the bathroom to sit on the end of the bed and wait. He was wearing a loose white t-shirt and simple pants over his shorts. He was about average height for a 20 year old, not particularly fit, but not fat either. His brown hair reached down the back of his neck in a slight mess but his fringe was short and brushed up a little. He was no model, but he was a nice looking guy, features still not burdened by years of worry. Although he was feeling a minute amount of stress now, if only a little. He always did just before a Rotation meet.

The Rotation was an interesting club and although Harlon had been a member since he began his degree, even now in his third year each event still brought a fresh new experience for him. Sometimes it was sweet, sometimes weird, and sometimes things that he’d never even thought of before turned the night wild. He had no idea who’d founded it. He didn’t even know who most of the other members were. It was obviously controlled by someone with clout though. The room in which he sat was big for what was modestly called a dorm room. It boasted a comfortable double-bed, adjustable lighting, an en suite bathroom, a minibar and, perhaps most importantly, sound-proofed walls. There was nothing sinister behind this design of course, these well furbished dorm rooms had been intended for the music school, still slated for completion some years into the future. In sound-proofed rooms the musicians would be able to practice without disturbing each other. The Rotation took advantage of this aspect for their club’s particular style of event. Despite being ostensibly uninhabited, the rooms had power, furniture and working plumbing. Someone was clearly in a position to make things happen. Harlon would never get the chance to thank this person, but sometimes he felt himself wishing he could. He’d be having this thought again very likely within the next hour or so.

Harlon noticed that the interesting thing about a sound-proofed room is that silence becomes louder than normal. The loud silence always made him somewhat nervous, the anticipation of waiting for the speaker in the ceiling corner to play its little bell and herald the beginning was always far longer in his head than it was in reality. So lost was he in staring at the bell, waiting for it to go off, that when it finally did chime sweetly he started. This was it, the night was starting.

Despite the sound outside being dampened, he could feel the vibrations of the feet thumping along the corridor, pitter-pattering around as the girls outside stopped before a door. The bell chimed again and the running outside increased its pace for a moment before stopping completely. The end of the bed Harlon was sitting on faced the door and watched as the handle slowly turned.

The girl that walked in was slender, with narrow hips and rounded c-cup breasts that swelled nicely under the bright patterned cocktail dress she was wearing. The hem only just reached her knees and left her long, smooth legs illegal bahis exposed down to her bare feet. Her hair was a deep rich black that went straight down her back to her shoulder-blades. Her skin was so pale Harlon thought it almost matched the stark white of the mask she wore that mirrored his own. She closed the door behind her, still facing Harlon, and leant against it.

The Pale Girl smiled at him, the red lipstick she wore standing out from the white face plastered to her skin. “Hiii.” She intoned sweetly in a long breath.

“Hiya,” was as far as he got before she stalked confidently across the room and placed herself in his lap, her legs straddling the ouside of his own. The position left her very open to him, yet he had the feeling he may not be the one in control of this session. She placed one hand on his shoulder for balance and the other on his face as she pulled him into a deep kiss, grinding her pelvis into him at the same time. She tasted sweet, the lipstick’s aroma in his nose and on his tounge adding flavour to the kiss. Her tongue probed his mouth, wrapping around his own and rubbing against it with gentle force. His hands rested on her hips to start with, and as she was off to such a great start Harlon was happy to let her take this where she wanted.

Either picking up his tacit indications or simply pushing on with her own will in mind, the Pale Girl reached her free hand down to grasp Harlon’s, pulling it up and sliding it gently across her chest and into the dress, all the while continuing their kiss with only the barest pauses for breath. As his right hand slid down Harlon felt there was no bra under the dress, only bare skin, and he cupped her left pale orb in his fingers, gently taking her hardening nipple in his forefinger and thumb. He squeezed the little nub gently and it instantly stiffened, little goosebumps rippling across her skin.

She broke off the kiss to giggle, ‘Keep that up and these puppies will get mighty hard.’ The nipple between his fingers was certainly getting solid and Harlon also laughed.

‘You’re not kidding, I could put my eye out with this thing,’ he said, still not stopping his attentions to the hardening nipple. He brushed the dress down a little to expose the bright pink areola.

The girl sighed, ‘Hey don’t leave one out, she’s getting jealous,’

‘Well we can’t have that, these things are dangerous, I’d hate to piss one off.’ His hands went up and brushed the straps of her dress down letting the cleavage billow down, freeing her exquisitiely shaped chest for his ministrations. Her next giggle turned into a gasp as Harlon leaned forward to take her right nipple into his mouth, massaging its remarkably solid tip with his tongue, still rolling the other one in his right hand gently.

‘Treat them a little harder, they can take it,’ said the Pale Girl, an instruction he inteded to follow but Harlon thought he’d test her a little. He stopped his sucking to lick slowly across the flesh of her breast, barely making contact with her skin, and keeping up the gentlest of movements on the other nipple. She let out a ‘hmmm’ of appreciatation, but her pelvic grinding was picking up pace and she clearly wanted him to increase the strength of his actions. Harlon kept up his tease for a couple of minutes, and just as he laughed in his head that he thought she’d had enough, the Pale Girl grabbed the hair on the back of his head and replaced his mouth on the nipple, thrusting her chest into his face.

Taking the hint Harlon went at it enthusiastically. His hand returned to pulling and flicking the other nipple, kneading the flesh around it at illegal bahis siteleri the same time. His lithe tongue did the same to the other, flicking it continuously. The Pale Girl’s writhing in his lap was certainly making Harlon hard under his shorts, and as soon as she felt the rising form she centred her grinds on the area. He sucked in her breast, taking the sweet flesh into his mouth, savouring its smooth taste and feel. As he did so, the Pale Girl pinched his arm, deliberately causing him to bring his mouth down quickly, resulting in a small bite on her nipple. Her back arched at this and she let out a groan.

He let go for a second to say ‘Wow you really love the nipple-play don’t you?’

‘Shut up and keep going stupid,’ she replied breathlessly, grabbing his head again and moving it to the other nipple. ‘C’mon bite down on that hard little tit,’ she ordered, ‘If you keep that up so well I might just have to repay you.’ Not taking his lips, or teeth, off the pink nub, he looked up into her smiling mask, the rich red lipstick contrasting against the whiteness of the mask and her teeth, and against the sweet inviting pinkness of her tongue. His spare hand left her hip and curled under her smooth buttocks, shifting up her dress so he could touch the bare skin underneath. No bra, no panties, this girl had come prepared for easy access. Harlon kind of liked girls shy, but he had no objections to this pale beauty’s confidence and manner.

As he stroked the skin of her buttocks the Pale Girl’s hands went to the bottom of Harlon’s shirt to lift it off him, interrupting his tit teething for a bare moment as the shirt came over his head. The shirt was quickly flung aside and her hands moved to his belt, already under heavy pressure from his growing dick.

‘Hmm, getting to my payment already are you?’

‘Hey didn’t i tell you to shut up and keep going?’

‘Sorry Miss,’ he grinned cheekily and moved back to his task. The belt was open and the zipper coming down slowly.

‘Good boy,’ she said mockingly with her sexy red smile, fishing his solid cock out from under his shorts and sliding her hand softly down it’s length to the hilt. ‘And yes, I think I am.’ Another giggle.

One hand back on his shoulder, she spat on the other and reached down to start pulling on his shaft. Harlon moaned into her breast, happy the pace was starting to pick up. He was always glad to pleasure his companions, but the return gestures never got old. The Pale Girl let out another ‘hmmm’ as she squeezed his hard cock in her hand, stroking up and down his nice length at a decent pace, her hand movements lubricated by her spit. Harlon remembered he still had an extra hand, and moved from feeling her ass to explore the wet cleft further down, slipping some fingertips into the base of her warm lips, her pelvic grinding causing some friction that caused her to shudder, letting Harlon know he was doing something quite pleasing for her.

Harlon wasn’t quite sure how long they remained like this. His hands exploring her sweet breasts and pussy lips, tongue and teeth worshipping her nipples. Her hands rubbing his shoulder, tugging and squeezing his dick and her pussy grinding his hand and lap. Both young lovers moaning and groaning with the pleasure of it. Eventually Harlon felt the Pale Girl’s body shuddering with more intensity, her stroking hand picked up pace and her large pelvic thrusts bringing her wet lips in contact with the head of his cock. Her groan moved from a low ‘hmmm’ to and open mouthed ‘aaah!’ as her frenzied writhing reached climax and her back arched again, Harlon licking up the sweat beading between canlı bahis siteleri her cleavage, and kneading his fingertips in her pussy. As she came the Pale Girl’s stroking and thrusting stopped as she rode out the end of her orgasm. Harlon also took a moment to catch his breath, pleased but a little surprised he hadn’t come yet. There was still so much of the night to go.

‘Oh man there’s something about a guy sucking and nibbling on my tits that really get’s me you know.’ The Pale Girl was panting, the lustrous skin glowing in the after-effects of her orgasm.

Looking down at his hand and legs sporting a shine of the girl’s cum Harlon laughed, ‘Yeah I think I know. I’m not sure I’ve met a girl that got off on that so much before.’

‘Who needs a clit when the job can get done up here eh?’

He laughed again at her casual dirty talk. She leaned in and pushed her tongue into his mouth again, kissing him in long thanks. When she broke the kiss she looked down at the cock still thick in her hand. ‘Hey stupid, you didn’t jizz! You let me cum without going yourself silly boy.’

He found it amusing that she kept calling him boy despite the fact they were probably the same age. Definitely liked the control this one.

‘Hey I’ve no problem with that, always happy to let a lady delight herself on me and use my body for scarily-hard-nipple play.’

She giggled at that and playfully stroked his cock again.

‘Well, I can’t just leave this job half finished can I? Not after you were sooo nice to me.”

Levering herself off his lap she dropped down to her knees between his legs, her fingers still keeping a tight grip Harlon’s dick. He groaned in anticipation as she leaned forward, her tongue sticking sexily out of her red lips and featureless mask to lick up the length of his cock, finishing in a slurping suckle of the head. One hand massaged his balls while the other continued tugging whilst her sweet suckling mouth focussed on vibrating his head with humming and tongue flicking. Harlon loved the feel of a girl giving head. almost more than anything. He loved the feel of her sexy red lips wrapped around his shaft, and the exploring tongue trying to wrap as far around as possible. The Pale Girl began to lower her head further into Harlon’s lap, picking up a quicker pace, head bobbing up and down in a steady fashion, moving ever so slightly deeper with each stroke. Her dress was still partially off and Harlon had felt obliged to continue his nipple-interaction, but suddenly the Pale Girl during her head bobbing and made eye contact. Something in her eyes made him grow even more stiff, a smile in her eyes as an idea came to her. Snatching his hands from her precious nipples the Pale Girl moved them to the back of her head, locking his fingers into her jet black hair, placing her own now on his legs.

Harlon, ever the bright lad, took yet another of her subtle hints and began to aid her mouth thrusts with his hands. The Pale Girl had been doing well but couldn’t quite get all of him into her mouth, but with his help the head of his cock began to push against her throat, causing her to emit small, wet glucking sounds. Watching his cock dissappear into the small red opening of the chalk-white mask turned Harlon on immensely. Unable to help himself he pushed harder down on the young girl’s head to push himself deeper into her soft, tight throat. She gave no resistance to his tough love though, clearly enjoying this shift in power, her frenzy coming back as she sought to compete with his strength to push faster and deeper, the gurgling and wet ‘gluck’ ‘gluck’ ‘gluck’ not bothering her in the slightest, along with the great sheen of spit spilling down her chest and tits. Harlon knew he couldn’t keep this up, he’d be releasing soon…

…the bell chimed its soft chime.

‘Ah dammit.’

To be continued in Masked Rotation: Ann

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The Body’s Abyss Ch. 00

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“Growing up wasn’t so bad within the Thorn house hold, the family consisted of four. The mother, the father, the brother and the sister. Aleeha was two years younger than her twenty two year old brother, Vincent Thorn. They grew up like any other siblings really they had their good moments, and others they were on the floor wrestling or in a screaming match. But Aleeha still cared for her older brother and he for her, but Aleeha was finding it more and more difficult to hide her little secret within the home. Vincent on the other hand, was very close to discovering that very secret.”

The story is about a younger sister deciding to teach her older brother a lesson in just how powerful a woman can be. Of course Vincent being the type of guy he is, does not take his sister the least bit serious, not to mention that she is his sister, he feels he has nothing to worry about. This chapter is actually a dream setting to begin with, the real story will begin with the next chapter. : ) Though out the story there will be BDSM, anal, slapping, choking, cross dressing,and Non-Con if anything of that nature is not your taste in reading material. Please read no further after this, thank you. : )

Another far warning, this starts off with M/M action. — Cass

The fog in the twenty two year old male’s head was steadily beginning to left, though his eyes still felt like they were glued shut. His whole body ached, like every muscle had been completely locked up for the past year and just now they were learning to relax. A sudden, but very small fear settled in the back of his brain, could he move his body? Was he struck down in an accident that he couldn’t recall and was now rendered paralyzed? He had to test this new straining theory, had to before to his own mind that, that was indeed not the case. Slowly, but surely, he wiggled his fingers and toes ever so slightly that eased him a bit. Now to sit up, go to the shower and really relax a bit before filling his demanding stomach. The young male attempted such a fate but found he was unable to, a tight force was restraining his wrists and ankles, and there was a lack of warmth around various areas of his body. But again he found that he was unable to solve such a simple problem, as a matter of fact, his arms were out and in a slight angle, his legs spread…he felt like he may possibly be in a ‘X’ shape actually. But what he lay on felt like a bed, however, it was not his own bed that he lay on…he did not recognize the mattress. A feeling of panic was beginning to settle within his mind now, had he been kidnapped? Poisoned beforehand and kidnapped by a mad man, tied and left to be down with as anyone pleased? The panic illegal bahis began to seep further into his mind, dark whispers of all the things anyone could do to him swarmed and took over. Pulling at the restraints in a desperate attempt to start an escape he found it pointless, the cuffs that bound him to the bed were sure to hold him in place. Gritting his teeth while he tested and pushed the boundaries of his restraints, praying one of them would give way and help him get free. A frustrated grunt escaped from him as he went limp, falling pretty to the cuffs that bound him in the unknown area.

Perhaps it was not as unknown as he thought that, he had yet to open his eyes, forgetting to do such a simple task. Prying his eyes open, blinking a few times to bat the dryness away. Vincent however, was greeted by the mere sight of endless darkness not because it was dark in the room. The very item that was surprising his vision was in fact a leather blindfold a soft disc pressing against each eye. Each part of the blindfold held snug against his skin, not allowing even a single speck of light. The panic and whispered voices itched against his skull, his heart hammered wildly against his chest while his stomach twisted and knotted in every way manageable. His chest began to move up and down in an unsteady manner, the males breathing becoming ragged as he tried to calm down. Ok, so far he had lost his vision and sense of touch, so he listened. He felt deaf, almost sure he was deaf if he hadn’t been able to hear his own breathing anyway. This place, wherever he was, was dead silent unable to hear even the sound of a bird chirping into the day…was it even day? How long had he been locked up? How long had he been out cold and held against his will? A soft moan escaping from thin lips as it felt like the whole room was spinning as the fear and panic of his current situation truly began to take hold, what had he done to deserve this? What was the last thing that he could remember?

Steel blue eyes settled on the ample and firm ass that swayed before him, those luscious hips moving ever so slightly from side to side. A soft grin pulled on Vincent’s face as he happily moved along behind the female, damn if Judy didn’t have the best ass he had ever seen. His tongue slipped out to move swiftly over his bottom lip as his eyes traveled upward, watching the golden hair held high in a ponytail move from side to side. The knit dress she wore came to about mid-thigh, the off colored beige just did something to that tanned skin. Felt beige heels clicked steadily against the concrete beneath her feet, he bit down softly on the tip of his tongue, oh the things heels could do to illegal bahis siteleri a man. “Hey Judy! Someone is looking fairly bangable today.” A cocky smirk spreading wide on his features as the male joined the woman by her side, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

Damn. That’s right…the last thing he could remember was flirting and talking it up with Judy. Vincent went through his usual routine that day, getting her to agree into going on a date with him, got drunk with her, had some fun and ditched out in the morning. Was it her? Was Judy punishing him or something for pulling the ‘ol ‘pump and dump’ on her? Licking his lips as he searched for his voice “This…is not very funny…” the male’s voice was a bit horse, as if he had not used it in a few days.

Suddenly he heard a faint sound; it was a sound he could pick out of any other sound on this earth. Heels, they were clicking against a harden floor, getting louder with each slow step they were taken in. The sound was coming towards him, someone in heels was walking towards him, he could only assume it was the crazy bitch that kidnapped him. Finding another surge to fight he started to pull and twist at the restraints once more, like hell some mere woman was going to do this to him! The louder the clicking of the heels got, the harder he fought.

He stopped, the clicking had stopped as well, his breathing was uneven, heart hammering as if he had just ran two marathons back to back. The young male’s head moved back and forth as he squirmed, pressing his head against the mattress as he did so attempting to remove the blindfold. It was pointless it was buckled behind his head, leaving him unable to identify his assailant. A hand moved against his bare skin, rough hands moving slowly up and down his leg. This was no woman’s hand…it had to be male it felt too masculine to be a female’s. But he heard the distinct sound of heels…what kind of sick joke was this?

Moving his leg away from the hand quickly, trying to back away from the stranger and back up on the bed. Of course that did him no good, he could barely escape the hand that still so steadily and gentle moved against his skin. It was a bizarre, one that left him feeling uneasy and unsure. He had always been with a female, never a male, never even thought of a male. It simply was not his thing and most certainly was not something he had intended on participating with a male now. There was another hand on him now, on his other leg, both were moving gently up and down his calves. Then there were lips, soft kisses making their way up to his thigh. Vincent tensed, it felt like bile was rising from the pit of his stomach towards canlı bahis siteleri his throat. Those same hands were moving even further up now, a slightly hairy but stern chest rested gently against his lower legs. This had to be some sort of nightmare, some horrid and overly vivid nightmare that he could not awake from.

Feeling a warm puff of area against his exposed genital snapped his mind back into place. This was not a nightmare, this was real, this was really happening. He attempted to move his legs but they were pinned against this warm, lean body. Something wet and almost sponge like, moved with skill against his shaft, his member twitching at the attention. The tongue was coated in saliva, it started from the bottom and moved slowly up, flicking the head gently. A reluctant groan escaped from his lips while his member stiffened and grew until it was fully erect. But the stranger only teased him, gently licking all of his hardened cock until pre-cum seeped from him. The muscles in his legs began to ache, forgotten he was tensed he tried to relax them, it was difficult to say in the least.

A sudden jolt of pleasure shot through him as the warm and unknown mouth was on the head of his cock, lips tightly wrapped around the head as they sucked gently. Vincent’s back arched just a bit, his hips involuntarily pushing up a bit so that the mouth would take more. Part of it was warm and the rest was feeling neglected and in need of attention. A loud gasp escaped when the mouth suddenly sunk swiftly downwards, engulfing all of him. “F-fuck!” he breathed out, pulling gently on the restraints. Soft suckling noises seemed to echo in the room as the mouth moved skillfully up and down on his hardened member, no other noise escaping the stranger. Needless to say it did not take Vincent long before he shot a load of hot semen into the mysterious, yet skillful mouth.

Usually after such an endeavor he would be drifting off into a satisfied slumber, but before he could even consider a familiar voice echoed in the room now. “Annnd that’s a wrap!” It was the way this clearly female voice spoke, it held a high volume of mockery. Again he was pulling at the restraints, wanting more than anything to see what in the hell was happening. The voice chimed once more “Remove his blindfold.” it was a demand, not harsh, sweet almost, but most certainly a demand. Bright lights caused him to wince, closing his eyes tightly to shield them from the stinging pain, before he slowly opened them allowing his sight to adjust. Glancing around the room, his mind barley registering just what was around him, he wanted to find the source of that voice. Eventually the male’s eyes settled on the young woman behind the camera, blinking a few times. Ok….this really did have to be a joke, a horrible nightmare of a joke. “A-Aleeha? What the hell is going on!?” Just what was his kid sister doing? Truly this was nothing but a nightmare…

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Part 1- left off the Saunderson sisters were excited about their trip to Europe. Also they found out how hot their mother was, when she had them make out with each other on the couch, while she brought herself to several mind blowing orgasms. In this chapter of the Saunderson Naughty chronicles, the girls invade London England. Here they will be introduced to other wonderful but highly sexual explorations. Again all comments are welcomed. I am soo glad everyone enjoyed the last chapter. All of your emails were received with smiles. I just wish I was able to send each of your who responded a personal letter of thanks. Again sit back and enjoy this next exciting chapter. This chapter is going to be a lot longer than the first, since the first chapter was just a test run of my writing talents. In sub note- This story has something for everyone’s erotic likes.

CHAPTER 2: EUROPEAN INVASION

The alarm was going off, and Loranna was once again the first to arise, only this time not from her bed, but from the covers of her sister’s warm cozy cotton paradise. “Juliette, you have to get up now!” Loranna spoke in a loud voice.

“Why don’t you talk a little louder, you dream destroyer. The other half of the free world did not hear you.” Grumbled Juliette, in response to the rude wake up call.

“Well excuse me, little miss Sleeping Beauty, but the airport taxi is going to be here in an hour and we have to get ready for our trip.” Loranna retorted back at her grumpy sister that laid there with the covers now covering her head, in hopes that she would be left to sleep for a little while longer. Loranna not wanting to be late to the airport grabbed the covers and yanked. She succeeded in uncovering her sisters half naked body.

“You little bitch! Can’t you for once let me sleep till I have been fully rested?” Juliette yelled in protest of this atrocity.

“No! You big cow, if we are not ready and at the door in a half an hour, we are going to miss our flight. Now get your lazy fat ass out of bed and start getting ready, or I will simply go to Europe by myself.” Loranna stated back at her.

Though she was not fully awake and still feeling grumpy from the awakening she received, Juliette stumbled and grumbled out of bed and started to get ready. They had already had their bags fully packed and checked the night before, so all they had to do was to eat breakfast, shower, and get dressed. Cynthia had been up for an hour and was downstairs tinkering in the kitchen, getting the girl’s breakfast ready and also packing them some snacks for on their flight.

Loranna was the first to come downstairs to the kitchen. “Good Morning Mom.” Loranna greeted her mother, and bent her head in further and whispered how hot she looked in her negligee’ and licked the outer part of her mother’s ear. She also slid her hand down and up the inner part of the nighty to find her mother was not wearing any panties. She dipped her finger into her mother’s awaiting pussy, and felt how hot and creamy it was. She pinched and rolled her mother’s clit between her thumb and pointer finger, all the while whispering little hot nothings into her ear. This caused her mother’s temperature to rise, and her eyes roll back into her head, from the pleasure this brought her.

“Oh God Loranna, don’t stop sweetie, your making mommy feel soo good baby.” But as the tease that she sometimes was, Loranna stopped just short of sending her mother over the pleasure edge, and went and sat at the table and began eating her cereal and bananas. Her mother pouted and looked at her with a how dare you leave me so unsatisfied look in her eyes. Juliette strolled in next.

She took a deep breath and lust filled her eyes. “Someone is horny this morning. I smell fresh wet pussy.” Juliette said and walked in the direction of the sweet scent. “Mmmm Mom, you smell sooo fucking good.” Juliette purred into her mother’s ear. She then kneeled down and lifted her mother’s flimsy nighty and noticed that her pussy was swollen and glistening. “I must have a taste. Since I wont be seeing this gem for a month.” Juliette said erotically, and with that her head disappeared into her mother’s awaiting cunt.

It took everything Cynthia had to stay vertical. She grasped the counter and held on, while an orgasmic wave washed over her entire body. This made her moan loudly.

Loranna watched momentarily at the hot sight in front of her eyes. Her sister licking and sucking on their mother’s now sopping wet pussy lips and engorged clit. She got up and walked to the sink. After placing her dishes into the sink, she walked away and went back upstairs to take her shower and to get dressed.

Loranna started the shower and once the water was hot enough, she got into the shower stall and let the hot water rush over her. It felt so good it gave her goose bumps and her nipples became instantly hard. She quickly washed and conditioned her hair. Then grabbed the lufah sponge and got nice and soapy. She caressed her body with it and spent a little longer on her nipples remembering how her sister’s mouth and hands felt on them the night before. She illegal bahis continued to wash down her body. After getting her legs and back she lifted one long and luscious leg onto the stall seat, and began to wash her pussy. She got it nice and soapy and slick. She reached further back and washed her tight and firm ass. She kept running the sponge back and forth and would let it graze her clit. It was not long, before she was cumming hard against the sponge and her hand. She rinsed off her body and quickly got out. She toweled off and went into her and her sister’s bedroom.

“What shall I wear?” Loranna asked herself. She quickly saw the perfect outfit. It was a soft lilac nylon and silk skirt and a white spaghetti strap camisole blouse. She found a pair of pumps to match and soon was dressed and ready to go. She passed her sister in the hall as she exited the bedroom.

Juliette wreaked of Pussy and her face was covered in what could only have been their mother’s sweet cum. Their parent’s bedroom door was still closed. Loranna quietly snuck into their room.

“Cynthia, is that you darling. Come back to bed sweetie. The girls can see themselves out to the taxi.” Greg said in a sleepy voice. Loranna walked over to her mother’s vanity and grabbed a bottle of perfume that smelled like wild flowers and citrus fruit. She sprayed it on her neck, wrists, and down her cleavage line. “Cynthia?? Where are you baby? Come to daddy you hot whore.” Greg cooed. He moved and when he did, the sheet that was covering the lower half of his hard sculpted body moved, and when it did it exposed a fully erect cock.

This made Loranna’s mouth water. She had seen a lot of cocks over the passed few years, but nothing compared to the awesome sight before her eyes. She resisted her feeling to go over and sink that cock deep into her mouth.

“Daddy doesn’t know what you are into.” Loranna told herself. She quickly exited their room to come face to face with her mother. “What were you doing in their my dear?” Cynthia asked, noticing that her daughter’s face was flushed red, and her eyes were glazed. ” I was just getting some of your new perfume.” Loranna answered honestly. She wasn’t about to tell her about the monster she saw between her father’s legs.

Juliette was just coming out of the bedroom, when Loranna was reaching the bottom step.

” I have to go wake up your father, so that we both can see you girls off ok.” Their mother told them and quickly ran up the stairs and disappeared into their bedroom. “Oh My God!” Cynthia yelled. “Loranna Jane Saunderson, get your ass in here now!” Cynthia screamed. This woke her father up, as well as struck fear in both Loranna and Juliette.

“What the hell did you do Loranna?” Juliette asked in a soft voice. “All I did was go into Mom and Dad’s room to spray on some of her perfume.” She answered.

“You must of done something else for her to be this pissed.” Juliette responded to her sister’s comment.

Loranna slowly walked up the stairs to her parent’s bedroom, and at the threshold of the room took a deep breath, and opened the door.

“You told me you came in here to just spray on some of my perfume. You lying little whore.” Cynthia said in a harsh tone.

“That is all I came in here to do.” Loranna said with tears welling in her eyes.

“Well explain, why when I came in here to wake your father up, he had a raging hard on and no sheet on him.” Cynthia said with anger in her eyes and voice.

“I came in, and he started calling for you. He moved and when he did the sheet fell off of him, exposing that mammoth between his legs.” Loranna said in a sad voice. ” I quickly sprayed the perfume and walked out the door, where I ran into you.” Loranna continued.

HONK-HONK!!! There came a loud horn outside, which signaled that the taxi was there to take the girls to the airport. Cynthia, believing that her daughter was telling the truth, apologized quickly and kissed her. She told her that she and her sister needed to hurry to get to airport, and to use the cell phone the minute they got to the airport in Heathrow.

The girls loaded their bags into the trunk of the cab and got into the back seat. They turned around and their mother and father stood in the door way with their bathrobes on and were waving bye to them. They blew kisses to them and waved back.

“So why was mom so pissed at you this morning?” Juliette questioned her sister. ” It was all a big misunderstanding. I walked in to the bedroom to put on some of mom’s new perfume and while I was in there, I guess dad was dreaming of mom and got a stiffy, well he started calling for her to come upstairs to be with him, and when he moved his sheet fell off and exposed his hard-on. I admit I looked at it and drooled over it for a minute, but I quickly got out of there. I guess mom thought I did something with him.” Loranna answered her.

“Did she apologize??” Her sister asked her.

“Yes. After I told her what happened in detail, she felt stupid for getting jealous and apologized.” Loranna said.

The cab driver was admiring how hot the girls looked, and began to illegal bahis siteleri fantasize what it would be like to have the two of them at the same time. He was an old man and knew that they would not want to have anything to do with him.

Loranna caught the gaze of the old geezer, and whispered into her sister’s ear, that they should start making out to see what the old man would do. Her sister agreed and started to kiss and lick on her sister’s neck, and turned her head to face her, so that she could plant a long hot kiss on Loranna’s soft lips. She reached down and began to fondle her sister’s perky left tit through the silky fabric of her blouse.

The cab driver was glancing back at them, pretending to be checking traffic behind them. The girls could see the affects they were having on him. The sweat was beading off his forehead, and he was squirming in his seat. They knew his cock must have been getting if not already hard. They continued their little game for a while, until the driver could not stand it any longer.

He quickly pulled the car over, and glanced back at the girls. “My dears, I know I have no chance of making it with you two hot sluts, but all I want to do is watch each other make out and cum, so that I can make myself cum as well. I have been watching you two and my dick is soo rock hard that I need to do something or I am going to go insane.” The old man said. The two girls looked at each other and said “Oh what the hell we’re horny anyway and need to cum, so yeah old man, if all you want to do is watch a couple of horny young sluts get each other off, just to get your jollies then that is fine with us.” Juliette and Loranna said in unison.

Loranna decided that they should do 69 since it is more comfortable in that position in the back seat of the cab. The girls got into position, and soon were lapping and fingering each other’s wet pussy and it didn’t take long before they heard the tell tale signs that the old man was cumming. They quickly finished up and since it was so quick their orgasms were quick and though satisfying were meaningless.

The driver got back on the road and soon they were pulling up to the unloading curb at the airport. The old man zipped himself up and got out and helped the girls with their luggage.

Loranna went to pay him, but he declined the payment, and said they did him a favor. He hadn’t seen hot action like that since he was a young man, and that was payment enough for him. They said their good byes and the girls walked quickly to their gate. Luckily it wasn’t too far into the terminal, for the boarding process had already started.

The girls were escorted to their seats in first class, and soon a young man in a uniform came over and greeted them. “Hello! And welcome to US Airline 773. My name is Matt and I will be your personal server for the trip to London. Anything that you require, I will be happy to get for you. Would you two lovely ladies care for a soda or a glass of wine?” The server asked them, as they go comfortable in their oversized seats.

“Yes Matt, I would like a caffeine-free Diet Pepsi.” Juliette said.

“And I will have a Mountain Dew on the rocks, with a twist of lime.” Loranna said trying to sound impressive.

“Ok! You want a Caffeine-free Diet Pepsi, and you want a Mountain Dew on the rocks with a twist of lime correct??” Matt asked them.

“That’s right” The girls responded.

” I will be right back with your drinks ladies in a moment.” Matt said with a genuine smile.

“Oh! My God! He is sooo cute!” Loranna remarked, at how baby faced Matt looked.

“He’s ok, but he reminds me too much of one of those boy band goofs off of MTV.” Juliette responded to her sister’s admiration of their server. “I like the rugged look, kind of like how Hugh Jackman looked in X-Men.” Juliette said, with a dreamy look in her eyes.

The plane was loaded quickly, and soon the captain was coming on to alert the passengers that the plane would be taking off soon. The flight attendants were in the front of the room, and were going over the safety procedures and pointing out the emergency exits.

The girls knew all this, since they flew a lot in the summer, and tucked their ears into their portable DVD players. Loranna was watching Water Boy, and Juliette was watching Van Helsing. Matt was back very quickly with their drinks and when he handed Loranna her drink, she let her hand linger over his for a while and looked up into his gray eyes and smiled. Her admiration for him caused her emerald green eyes to sparkle like precious gemstones.

Matt was hypnotized by her gaze, and totally forgot that the plane was starting to taxi down the runway. “Oh Shit! Hey I have to go and sit down now, but I will be back to check on you girls once we are at cruising altitude.” Matt said and gave Loranna a quick friendly peck on the cheek and took his seat in the servants galley.

Once in the air, and the captain gave the go ahead to move about the cabin, Matt soon returned as promised to check to see if the girls needed anything. Juliette was too involved with her movie to notice, canlı bahis siteleri so he walked over to Loranna. “What is your name cutie?” He asked innocently. “Loranna.” She answered back with a smile.

“God I could get lost in those emerald eyes of yours. But I am sure you get that from all the guys that are smitten with you don’t you?” He commented. Loranna felt her face blush and she turned her head and giggled girlishly. ” Yes, but coming from you, I will take that as an extreme compliment. I think you are very cute too.” Loranna said boldly.

“Are you going to be staying in London for a while, or are you changing flights and heading back right away?” Loranna asked, hoping that the first part of the question would be his answer.

“I do have a 2 day lay over, and am supposed to go see me mum and dad when this bucket of bolts lands, but after that I am free to do whatever I want. Would you like me to show you the sights of Merry ole ‘England?” Matt said showing off his strong Coughney accent. This made Loranna turn to complete jello. She loved English accents, and grew up listening to her mother play Beatles albums. ” I would absolutely adore going around town with you.” Loranna said gleefully. “Well then it is settled. Here is my cell phone number

555-2324. When we land give me about 2 hours so I can get my car and head to me parents house, and unload my gear, then call me. Can I have your number too?” Matt said.

“Sure it is 555-8110.” Loranna responded back.

“Ok! If I don’t hear from you in 2 hours I will be calling you ok. I have to go and get meals ready for lunch. Talk to you soon me luv.” Matt said and kissed her on the cheek again. Loranna was in heaven. She had never met anyone like Matt, that was so into her as a person and not just wanting to be seen with her because of who she was. Her father was a congressman and because of that, a lot of the boys in families that father’s wanted to be elected into congress reared their sons to court the Saunderson sisters. Loranna would play their little game, but then when she had enough, she would kick them to the curb and move on. It was different with Matt. She was intrigued by him soo much that she could not wait to go out with him.

Meanwhile Juliette was so involved in her movie, that she did not realize that the man she was watching on her little screen, was sitting about an arms reach across from her.

“Juliette!! Juliette!!” Loranna said in an excited voice. Her sister paused her movie and took off her headphones to see why her sister was going stark raving mad. “That’s him, your dream guy.. Huuuuggghhh JJJJ-aackkkmmmannn.” Loranna said stuttering.

Juliette looked up and it was true, Hugh Jackman, was sitting right across from them, and had been staring at her the entire time and she had not noticed him.

She smiled and mouthed Hi! Since she was speechless. He got up and walked over to where the girls were sitting and took an empty seat next to Juliette.

“Hello there! I didn’t know that they let such beautiful young ladies travel by themselves. Is this your first trip to Europe?” Mr. Jackman asked Juliette, who was shivering with the excitement of her fantasy man actually talking to her.

“Uhhh, yes it is Mr. Jackman. My name is Juliette by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Juliette, and if you don’t mind the name is Hugh. My father is Mr. Jackman.” Hugh responded back to her. “So what brings you ladies across the Big Blue?”

“We had a good grades through school and our parents bought us a travel package of Europe as a gift.” Loranna piped in, knowing that her sister was at a loss for words.

“And whom might you be ma’ lady?” Hugh asked her.

“I am her twin sister Loranna.” Loranna answered him with a friendly grin. “I am glad to meet you too Loranna. That is such a pretty name too. You girls were given proper names. They are as beautiful as you are.” Hugh stated. This made both girls giggle and blush bright red. “You two look very familiar to me. What is your father’s name?” Hugh asked in hopes that it would jar his memory as to where he had seen the twins before.

” Our father’s name is Greg Saunderson. He is a congressman. We are from Salem Massachusetts.” Juliette finally finding her voice, answered him.

“Oh Greg! I know him well I helped in his campaign last year. That’s where I know you two girls. He introduced us some time ago, when you were a little younger. He was on a business trip to England and had brought the two of you along. Even then I remember telling him, that you were going to be heartbreakers and boy was I not lying.” Hugh said as he admired Juliette’s toned body.

“I thought you were married?” Loranna said, being the party pooper as usual, when she felt that not enough attention was being given to her. “I am separated. The wife and I are having our troubles and felt that separating would be a little easier than completely divorcing. In the mean time though we are open to date other people.” He said and glanced back at Juliette. “When we land do you girls have a ride to your hotel?” Hugh said. ” Yes Daddy rented us a car for the 2 weeks that we will be there.” Juliette answered him. Would you mind if I rode with you. I hate having to have to ride in those awful cabs. The drivers are always asking me for an autograph for either their wives or daughters.” Hugh asked them.

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The bed-frame squeaked, its rocking motion maintaining a series of repeated, creaking hiccups. The steady motion of Mary’s pounding hips travelled through her knees and into the mattress, setting a staccato rhythm of her deep breaths, the slap of her buttocks against my thighs and the echoing squeak of the bed. The tempo slowly accelerating, it was only accented by the occasional sigh, grunt or blasphemous utterance from ourselves.

Mary sat atop me, her knees straddling either side of my hips. Her knees and thigh muscles tensed and relaxed, spring-like, as she lifted her hips from me and let them drop back down. She leaned back slightly, arching her back, as she gripped her ankles to support some of her weight. Her hips continued their hurried rhythm, sliding over my erect cock in short, uneven beats.

I lay back, gripping the metal rungs of the headboard as I looked up at her. She looked angelically exhausted, sweat shining over her flushed, smooth skin and curling her damp, red hair against her cheek. She looked fucked. Her gaze remained focused on me, however, and the speed of her deep, sharp riding only increased. Occasionally, her eyes rolled back as she bit her lower lip: an unsuccessful attempt to stifle a satisfied moan.

The bed-sheets formed matted, crumpled bundles around us, scattered debris from earlier lovemaking. The scents of sweat and sex warmed the room.

Eventually, Mary’s self-impalement approached a crescendo. Her eyes grew unfocused and her breaths ragged. Her rutting became harder and less controlled as her small, tight frame tensed. Sensing this, I moved my grip to her hips, steadying her movements and thrusting upward with my own.

Her eyes rolled back beneath half-closed lids; her breaths went sharp and shallow, even as our combined fucking became slow and hard in contrast. Her neck rigid, she opened her mouth in a silent cry and held her breath. I felt her vaginal muscles contract, as tense and still as the rest of her body.

After a few more guided thrusts, the tension broke. Her pussy unclenched, fluttering around my intruding shaft. A small croak escaped Mary’s throat before loudly drawing in a deep breath. The following outward breaths came in the form of uncontrolled groans as rolling spasms visibly wracked her.

Her knees gave and her weight dropped fully onto my lap. A growl of restraint escaped me as my entire length was surrounded by her tremulous canal. I sat upright, guiding my arms around her shaking body and holding it close.

She started to calm, her quaking diminishing as her breathing slowed. She looked up at me, her face pink with blood-rush and her pupils wide. We kissed fiercely, in the deep, involved and harsh manner unique to post-coital sensation.

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“Holy Hell,” she muttered breathlessly. Her hips started to slowly rotate, gently stirring me inside her. She let out a contented hum and smiled, resting her head against my shoulder.

“Want to lie back down?” I asked, feeling the words vibrate through my chest and into hers, her breasts pressed against me. My arms were hooked around her back, holding her steady.

“Yeah.” She kissed me again, softly. “Give me a hand.”

Her legs wobbly, she started to raise herself up from me. Losing balance, she started to topple to one side. I caught her with one arm, laughing with her. With assistance, she was able to lift herself from my lap. With a soft, wet sound, my still-erect penis was unsheathed. She lifted a leg over and I helped her drop next to me on the bed.

Lying back, she exhaled loudly through pursed lips. She stretched out, several sharp pops emanating from her back and limbs. After letting out another contented moan, she turned her head to me. She smiled and I kissed her once more.

“You still haven’t come,” she croaked, glancing down at my erection. “You’re trying to kill me, right?” She smiled again. That had been her third orgasm of the night.

“Damn. You sussed me out.” I kneeled up on the bed, looking down at her. Her hair radiated around her head, a halo of copper. Her breasts lay across her chest, flattened by gravity, goose-bumps raised alongside her nipples. Her pale, shapely legs lay useless below her, one knee slightly raised in recovery. Few sights could inspire greater lust or awe in me.

Apparently seeing the hunger in my stare, Mary shifted on the bed, raising her other knee and exposing herself to me. “Your turn,” she said, meeting my gaze.

I gently prised her knees apart and positioned myself between them. My cock jutted out in front of me, oozing precum. I leaned down, my hands pressing down on either side of her to support my weight, and kissed her hard.

Leaning down further, I brought my mouth to her ear and softly nibbled on her soft lobe. She squirmed beneath me, her hands rising up to my torso to lightly scratch my shoulders. I let out a soft growl next to her ear then started nibbling the side of her neck. Her breathing became ragged and deep; her nails dug deeper into my back.

My hips started pushing by themselves, rubbing the underside of my penis against her soft, white belly. The engorged, red head glistened in preparation. Mary’s ankles, hooking behind my back, dug into my tail-bone and urged my motions on.

Meanwhile, I managed to lift a hand to her breast; I squeezed it softly, letting my fingers converge kaçak iddaa on her attentive nipple. Gently, I rolled the bud between my middle finger and thumb while I continued to trace small bites along the curve of her shoulder.

She gasped, her eyes losing focus as the blood rushed to her cheeks. “Please…” she managed to sigh out. “Put it in me…”

Lifting my head from her shoulder, I pressed my lips against hers. She opened her mouth slightly, initiating a deeper, stronger kiss. It ended with her biting my lower lip, teasing it with her teeth.

I removed my hand from her breast, lowering it to my awaiting cock. I readjusted my position between her legs, allowing myself the best leverage possible. I rubbed the head of my penis against her slit, watching her face react in blushing pleasure.

“Please…” she gasped once more.

I guided the swollen head to her entrance and, after pausing for a second, pressed into her. She closed her eyes, letting out a wavering moan from the bottom of her lungs.

This far into the evening’s activities, my intrusion was met with little resistance. Ample lubrication allowed me to enter her with one easy motion, the engorged head pushing past her labia as easily as the following shaft. I watched most of my length disappear into her before slowly starting to pull back out. I angled my hips on the withdrawal, eliciting further moans from Mary as I pressed against her G-spot. I softly started rocking back and forth on that spot. She let out an ecstatic sigh, her eyes closed.

Suddenly, her legs tightened around my buttocks, crushing me forward. As I was pushed deeper into her, Mary looked into my eyes.

“More,” she said, quietly. “Just let loose.” She reached up towards the headboard railing, without breaking her gaze, and gripped the bars tightly.

Setting the balls of my feet against the bar at the foot of the bed, I began to slowly saw in and out of her. As my thrusts became harder, Mary braced herself further against the headboard and the slender muscles of her arms tightened.

After a minute of setting a steady rhythm, I squeezed my arms under her torso and hooked my hands around her shoulders. Gripping her close, I doubled the tempo of my fucking. Louder groans, pants and growls issued from both of us as lust and adrenaline shot through our veins.

I maintained this pace in short burst, to avoid exhaustion. When I slowed, I resumed biting Mary’s ears and neck while pounding her with slow, deep and hard thrusts. She took the opportunities to free one of her hands, gripping my shoulder and running her strong nails along my flank. Then, when I felt my energy return, I resumed my frantic pummelling.

The pace changed several times, the heat in the room kaçak bahis increasing as time passed. Our bodies grew slick with sweat.

As I pushed into another fit of energetic hammering, Mary’s breathing accelerated again. Her moaning became continuous, then a strained chant of, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” This and the further constriction of her legs around me spurred me on, engaging my second-wind.

She started to cry out loud, a baying note rising from her core. Feeling her body tense further, I bit into her shoulder and returned to the hard, regular strokes. Spearing her deepest walls, I held inside her longer and longer, causing her breath to catch with each internal push.

I suddenly increased the pace, this time without decreasing the force. A few seconds later, she reached a crescendo of an orgasm. Her climax seemed to hit her by surprise: she lost her grip on the bar above her head, her hands lunging to my straining shoulders and grasping tightly. This time, her pussy clamped down fully, relenting only in the wake of my advance. Her long, wailing cry broke into a genuine scream, unrestrained and beautifully harsh. I continued thrusting, hoping to prolong her experience.

Finally, she drew in a deep, sobbing breath. I lifted myself up with my hands, staying as still as possible inside her. Her face was flushed, her lips bright red, and her eyes blurred. Her hair, like mine, was starting to fray and tangle from humidity and activity. Her chest rose and fell, recovering oxygen at a marathon-runner’s rate. Her hands, which had been clawing furiously into my back, dropped limp and akimbo at her sides.

She looked beautiful.

I slowly started to pull myself from her.

“Aah!” She stiffened slightly, her brow knotting in pain. “Aah… easy…”

“Okay,” I whispered. “You’ve had enough.” I gently pulled out completely, causing Mary to gasp for a second. I collapsed next to her on the bed and turned to her, watching her recover.

Gathering herself, Mary rolled her head to my direction. Her face broke out in a tired smile, eyes closing. I scooted closer to her, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss. We lay there, gently caressing each other in the calm.

My erection rested against her thigh, red and still wet. Mary’s eyes lowered, noticing it before looking back up.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I’m exhausted. And sore.”

I smiled. “Nothing to be sorry about. I loved all of it.”

She pecked me on the lips. Then on my cheek, then once more on the lips. “It’s not fair. You’re too good to me.”

“It’s nothing about ‘fair’,” I replied. “Making you happy makes me happy. I just love making you cum that much.”

She snorted out a chuckle before snuggling up against me, sweaty and content.

“Well…” she started, interrupted by a yawn. “Well, I’ll settle the score later.”

Smiling, I spooned into her, my softening penis resting against her round bottom.

“I know.”

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