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I decided to split this story into two parts to keep it as readable as possible, second part will follow shortly! I’m always grateful for any constructive feedback, but if you’ve got something to say at least have the balls not to do it anonymously.

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I woke up and rolled out of bed, making my way out to the rear patio to see the rolling French countryside bathed in an early morning glow. I was on holiday, staying a French villa for two weeks with my wife, oh and the rest of her family – her mother & father, her brother & his girlfriend.

The villa itself was all set out on one level, so my wife and I had the rear bedroom with the en-suite bathroom, whilst my mother and father-in-law had the room in the opposite corner of the villa. My brother-in-law and his girlfriend had the smaller room next to ours.

We had flown into the country yesterday evening, before renting a car at the airport and driving to the villa. We were all far too tired to do anything much by the time we got here, so after having a quick tea we all retired to bed.

A bit of background may help, my wife and I are both 23 and have been married for a year now, I’m 6ft tall, average build and not bad looking! My wife is 5’2″ tall, and has a continental look about her, as she’s dark brunette with olive skin, she has an hourglass figure with 32C breasts and a full arse. My father-in-law is an overweight 50 year old, whilst my, mother-in-law is a full figured lady of 45 with huge 36DD breasts and she often wears tops that give her a cleavage so deep whole armies could get lost in it. My brother-in-law is 18 with a similar build to mine, only slightly shorter and fitter, whilst his girlfriend is also 18, about the same height as him with blonde hair, a slim figure and a nice pair of tits that are bigger than my wife’s but not as big as my mother-in-law’s.

Around the breakfast table we all decided we’d spend the first day just relaxing around our private swimming pool. By the time my wife had finally chosen which bikini to wear (I must say she choose rather well as she looked stunning!) we were the last out, the two men were wearing swimming trunks & t-shirts and the two ladies wearing bikinis – I thought I’d be in for a tough two weeks, but suddenly my wife made it even tougher. No sooner had she got out to the pool, then she calmly removed her bikini top and started sunbathing topless, much to the surprise of her family!

“Mel, what do you think you’re doing?” Mary, my mother-in-law asked.

“Relax mum, we’re on holiday – why don’t you take your top off too?” My wife replied.

“I think seeing my saggy old body would probably ruin Steve’s holiday for him!” Mary replied, looking at me.

“Don’t worry about me – if you want to tan go for it.” I told her, my wife smiling at me for the way I dealt with the potentially dangerous statement.

“I don’t know, I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable.” Mary pondered.

“Oh go on mummy, you should be proud of your big tits!” My wife told her mother.

“Well, if you’re going to bully me into it I guess I’ve got no choice!” Mary said as she reached behind her to unclasp her bikini top.

I watched in what seemed like slow motion as my mother-in-law removed her bikini top, exposing her huge breasts, they sagged a fair bit and she had large dark pink areola about the size of the bottom of a drinks can which were topped off with big juicy nipples. It took all my effort not to keep openly staring at her tits and thus keep my erection at bay.

As we’d brought some badminton equipment with us after a while I grew bored of sunbathing and pestered my wife into a game of badminton, after comfortably beating her I ended up playing my brother-in-law. I just beat him and started to play against his girlfriend, Kate; I had won the first game comfortably when my mother-in-law announced that everyone else was going shopping, but that we should stay and finish our game as it didn’t need all of us going. We heard them drive away as we continued playing; I won the next two games as well to leave me 3-0 up, playing best of 7.

“You know I think I might try and even my tan out after all, if it’s ok with you that is?” Kate asked me.

“Uh, sure, whatever.” I replied.

Kate then reached behind her back and pulled the tie that undid her bikini, before calmly lifting it away from her body and up she had tiny light pink areola and pencil eraser nipples.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her tits, so needless to say I lost the next four games, and ended up losing overall, but what did I care, winning hardly compares to the jumping, jiggling exhibition I was just given!

After we finished the game we both went to lay down on the sunbeds, after a while we heard the car drive back into the driveway and Kate quickly fumbled to put her bikini top back on, it seems her tits are for my eyes only, well mine and my wife’s brothers!

That night as soon as anamur escort we got into our room and shut the door I had my wife’s bikini bottoms off and was ploughing into her frantically, however it wasn’t her boobs I was thinking about as I covered them in my sticky fluid, but those of her mother and Kate.

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The next day passed without incident, just more topless sunbathing from my wife and her mother. The third day my wife and I went into the nearby village by ourselves, and drank ourselves silly in the local wine cellars, so after stumbling back to the villa all we were ready for was sleep.

The next morning I woke up at 9am to find my wife still sound asleep next to me, I got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing myself a drink of orange juice from the fridge before heading out to the pool area, where I found only my mother-in-law, who was again sunbathing topless.

“Where’s everyone else?” I asked.

“They’ve gone into the town for the day.” She replied, “Is Mel still asleep?”

“Yeah, I doubt we’ll see her for a few hours yet!” I told her.

“Oh, in that case would you mind putting some suncream on my back for me? I was waiting for Mel to get up to help me, but I don’t want to burn in the mean time!” Mary asked.

“Sure.” I said, slightly nervous about being in such close proximity to my mother-in-law’s bare breasts.

Mary sat up and passed me the bottle of suncream that was lying on the floor next to her as I straddled the sunlounger, sitting behind her. I splodged a dollop of suncream on my hands before rubbing it all over my mother-in-law’s back until it was fully covered.

“Thanks for that.” She said, as I got up before she lay back down again, “I don’t suppose you could do my front as well could you?”

“Pardon me?” I said, shocked at what I thought I heard.

“Could you rub some suncream on my front for me as well? I would do it, but then I’d get suncream all over the pages of the book I’m reading.” She told me.

“Uh, I suppose if you want me to I can.” I hesitantly replied.

I slowly got onto the sunlounger, straddling the top of Mary’s legs, as I picked up the bottle of suncream and squirted some more into my hands before rubbing it into her stomach, my hands just millimetres away from her large breasts. After finishing her stomach I paused.

“Don’t forget my breasts.” She said with a hint of a smile.

“How could I?” I replied, much louder than I meant to.

My mother-in-law continued smiling as I squirted more suncream into my hands, our eyes locked as my hands descended towards her exposed breasts. She shuddered as the cool suncream touched her warm nipples, whilst my cock grew instantly hard upon feeling Mary’s soft breasts in my hands. I slowly ran my hands all over them, taking this opportunity to feel every last bit of her large breasts. I continued to play with them in my hands, kneading my mother-in-law’s tits and teasing her nipples for at least five minutes, whilst my cock was pitching a huge tent in the front of my shorts, before she eventually broke the spell.

“Mmmmmmm, thankyou Steve, I don’t think I’ll burn for a while now.” She said, as I took the cue to dismount her. “If ever I can return the favour.” She said with a wink.

I immediately walked straight to the bathroom, my hard as steel cock leading the way, to have a long cold shower to cool me down. Eventually my erection subsided and I was able to rejoin society. I got out of the shower and dried myself off before wrapping the towel around my waist and making my way into the kitchen. As soon as I got into the kitchen I could hear what sounded like a low moaning coming from outside, my curiosity getting the better of me I quietly made my way outside to the pool area.

As soon as I got outside I could see what was happening, my mother-in-law’s left hand was massaging her left breast, whilst her right hand was buried deep in her bikini bottoms, which failed to disguise the fact that her fingers were sawing in and out of her probably sopping pussy. I stood frozen to the spot as I watched Mary pleasure herself, her moans were getting louder now and I was just debating what to do when she turned her head and saw me, stood there, blatantly watching her, with my cock once again pitching a tent, this time in the front of my towel. She just smiled at me as she continued fingering herself and I continued watching her, rooted to the spot, until with one final loud groan of pleasure she came.

Her eyes never left mine as she removed her hand from her bikini bottoms, her fingers visibly glistening in the sun as she brought them to her mouth and erotically licked the glistening pussy juice from them. Finally able to move I turned round, and made straight for the sanctuary of my cold shower.

Whilst I was in the shower I wondered to myself why my mother-in-law was acting as she was – getting me to massage antakya escort her breasts and allowing me to watch her pleasure herself. I knew her and my father-in-law were having some marital difficulties, but surely that’s not enough to cause her to want to risk her relationship with her only daughter, was it?

I spent the rest of the day trying to avoid my mother-in-law whenever possible, spending a lot of time with my wife. When it was impossible to avoid her, I made sure that I didn’t make eye contact – I didn’t want any fallout from what happened earlier.

That night I once again had my wife stripped as soon as we got into the bedroom. She was naked, lying on her back on the bed as I easily slid into her, she was a beautiful sight – I loved the tan lines from her bikini bottoms and I couldn’t resist fondling her now well tanned tits as I slid in and out of her. I got her to start fingering her clit as I pounded into her and with a loud moan she soon came, as I felt her juices sloshing against my penetrating cock. I was slipping in and out of her much easier now and I soon felt my own orgasm building. I continued plunging in and out of my wife for as long as possible, before pulling out at the last possible second and coating her lovely tanned breasts in my gooey cum.

“Mmmmmmm, that was great! I love you.” She said, as I moved in to kiss her.

“Love you too.” I replied.

She sat up and started massaging her own breasts, rubbing my cum into them, “Has anything happened between you and mummy?” She asked.

‘What like massaging suncream into her huge tits, or watching her finger herself to an orgasm then lick her juices off her fingers?’ I thought to myself.

“Like what?” I asked my wife.

“I don’t know, like an argument or something?” She responded.

“No, not at all.” I told her.

“Oh, it’s just that you two don’t seem to have talked much today or anything. You know she’s really down at the moment; she and Daddy haven’t had sex for months. So just make sure you’re nice to her and try to make her feel better.” She said.

“OK, I’ll try my best.” I replied with a smile, before we climbed into bed and fell asleep together.

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The next morning I woke up and shuffled my way to the bathroom, pushing the door open and leaning against the wall as went for a morning slash. I flushed the toilet and turned the hot water on to wash my hands.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, coooooooooolllllllldddddddd.” Someone screamed.

I turned towards the shower to see Kate draw the curtain back, she was completely naked – her pencil eraser nipples stood out like bullets from her large breasts and I could see that she was completely clean shaven!

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise anyone was in the shower.” I stammered, unable to take my eyes off her pretty perfect naked body. Her breasts and pubic area perfectly framed by her tanlines.

“Could you pass me my towel on your way out?” She replied, pouting at me.

She smiled as I handed her the towel, although she didn’t seem in any rush to wrap it round herself and hide her body from me.

‘Lucky I pissed before that happened.’ I thought as I walked out of the bathroom, rearranging my hard cock.

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Later that day I was out sunbathing by myself whilst everyone else had gone inside to make lunch. I saw a figure approaching me and tipped my sunglasses up just in time to see a bucket of water descend over my face and body, needless to say it was absolutely freezing.

“Fuck me, that’s freezing!” I shouted as I jumped off of the sunlounger, to see Kate standing in front of me laughing.

Before I could say anything she had dived forward and yanked down my swimming shorts, exposing my flaccid cock to her.

“Now we’re even!” She said with a huge grin before turning around and leaving me to pull my shorts up and watch her tight arse as it sashayed back towards the villa.

Shortly after I had sorted myself out my mother-in-law came out, topless as usual and sat on the sunbed next to mine.

“I’m sorry about what happened yesterday, I hope you don’t think any less of me.” She said.

“Don’t be daft; you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” I told her, “As you may have noticed I rather enjoyed rubbing suncream on your breasts. The show was rather unexpected, but you shouldn’t be sorry for it.”

“I did notice, that’s kind of what led to the second thing. Thanks for being so understanding.” Mary smiled at me.

“Anyway, there’s no need to tell Mel about this is there, so no harm done?” I asked.

“No harm done!” She replied.

Mary then leant across for a hug; it felt great to have her huge bare breasts squashed against my chest, although I had to fight hard to keep my cock under control.

“I’m always available for suncream services if you need me!” I said with a wink.

“Thanks!” Mary atakum escort replied with a smile, “If you can think of anything you want me for just say.”

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The sixth day passed without incident as it was a Saturday so we all headed into the nearest town to sample some of the food and wine on offer at their weekend market.

The seventh day was also pretty serene – we all got up late as it was a Sunday before spending the whole day sunbathing, swimming and chatting. Just like any normal family holiday!

On the Monday I got up late after staying up late the previous night sharing a bottle of wine with my wife whilst watching a film on the villa’s DVD player. I got up and shuffled to the toilet, before making my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of orange juice. I made my way outside to the pool area to find Mary sunbathing topless as usual.

“Morning.” I greeted her chirpily.

“Good morning.” She replied, “You’ve just missed everyone else, they’ve all gone shopping for this week’s food.”

“Oh right.” I replied.

“I don’t suppose you’d mind putting some suncream on me would you?” My mother-in-law asked with a hopeful smile.

“Of course I will.” I replied, smiling back.

Mary sat up on the sunlounger and I climbed on behind her, grabbing the suncream on my way. I squirted some suncream onto my hands before rubbing it all over her back, making sure it was completely covered.

“Could you do my front now?” She asked.

“Of course.” I said as I stood up, allowing Mary to lie down on the sunbed again. I got up onto the sunbed, straddling the tops of her thighs and squirting more suncream onto my hands. I rubbed the cream into her stomach first, before slowly moving my hands up her body until they were grazing the underside of her breasts.

My mother-in-law looked up at me expectantly as I squirted yet more suncream onto my hands, and didn’t take her eyes off me as I brought my hands down so that the cool suncream just touched the top of her nipples, causing them to harden. I smiled at her before bringing my hands down onto her breasts. I massaged the suncream into Mary’s breasts, kneading the soft flesh in my hands as my cock quickly grew in my shorts. I took my mother-in-law’s nipples between my fingers, gently tweaking them before going back to massaging her breasts in my hands.

“Wow, you’ve got me so horny Steve!” Mary said, her voice sounding slightly excited.

“Should I give you some time to yourself?” I asked, still fondling her breasts.

“Would you mind staying? I’d really like that.” She told me.

“If you’re sure you want me to I will.” I told her, thinking ‘What harm could it do, I’ve already seen her finger herself.’

“Thanks, it’s been a long time since I’ve had any male attention.” She told me.

“What would you like me to do?” I asked.

“Could you remove my bikini bottoms for me?” My mother-in-law asked, whilst she fondled her own breasts.

I stood up and got off the sunbed as Mary raised her lower body slightly; I hooked my fingers through the bands at the side and slowly pulled my mother-in-law’s bikini bottoms down her legs and completely off.

Mary kept her pussy neatly trimmed, whilst her pink pussy lips protruded slightly, just like her daughters, and I could already see moisture on her outer lips. My mother-in-law was now lying naked and horny in front of me, and my wife had explicitly told me to be nice and make her feel happy, although I doubt this is quite what she had in mind!

I looked at Mary expectantly, waiting for her to tell me what she wanted.

“Please finger me.” She said, her voice having a tint of desperation to it as she continued to fondle her breasts.

I perched on the edge of her sunbed as she spread her legs for me; her pussy was now obviously quite wet and definitely ready. I gently ran my index finger down her pussy lips and they parted easily, before licking my index and middle finger to get them wet. I then slowly eased my two fingers into my mother-in-law’s sodden pussy as she moaned in appreciation until they were fully in.

I curled my fingers up inside her and thrust them in and out, my fingertips dragging over the spongy area of her G spot. Mary moaned every time I hit her G spot as her pussy got wetter and wetter.

“Nooooo, don’t stop I’m so close.” My mother-in-law whimpered as I withdrew my two fingers from her sodden pussy.

I just smiled at her before re-inserting three fingers and using my left hand to play with her clit. She was moaning louder now, as I finger fucked her closer and closer to an orgasm. Mary moaned louder and louder as my fingers continued to pump in and out of her pussy as my left hand played with her clit, until with a huge moan of pleasure she exploded in orgasm. I watched my mother-in-law’s body spasm in orgasm, as I felt her pussy juices splashing onto my fingers, before slowly withdrawing them to find them completely coated in her fluids.

“Thankyou – that was amazing!” Mary panted, trying to regain her breath, “You look like you’re about to burst out of those shorts, we can’t have you going around like that for the rest of the day and it’s only fair that you get to finish too.”

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***It has been quite a while since my last submission. I’ve already written a few chapters in this new series, and I’ll release them over the coming days and weeks. I don’t know if I’ll add onto a previous series, but who knows? I usually write these when I can’t let go of a thought. This chapter starts with a good amount of buildup but will finish with a lot of activity in subsequent chapters. If you have feedback, feel free to share it. Send me a message or write a comment. I hope everyone understands this is fiction. If you’re anonymous and complain something is offensive or unsexy, I honestly couldn’t care less.

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As I walked down the main thoroughfare of campus, I was on Cloud 9. Not only was there a sexy little coed walking in front of me with an ass that could double as a bouncy house, but I was heading to sign the final paperwork to confirm my internship for that summer. Normally going to sign paperwork would not be in the same league as enjoying the view of Daisy Duke in front of me – whose ass cheeks were peeking out the bottom of her short shorts that were swaying with the sexiest, sashaying shimmy you ever saw – but this walk on a gorgeous sunny afternoon meant I was on my way to cementing my future.

You see, this internship was really going to set me up to go places. Before I ever started college, I set some pretty lofty goals. I had to set myself apart in school. You see, I didn’t come from any wealth, or even a middle class family. My dad raised me by himself after my mom took off, and he’s not much of a role model. He was employed about 20% of a given year and we scraped by on what he didn’t drink. My part time jobs made the difference between making rent and having the power shut off.

My dad’s utter inactivity had always inspired me to try hard in school and never be in that position. I didn’t want to be him, but I also knew I had to take care of him. That meant a good amount of sacrifice. My social life in college had always been lacking. I had some good friends, but I just wasn’t able to go out. I sent money home to dad to make sure he didn’t starve or freeze, and that didn’t leave much to go out to the bars, join a fraternity, or order pizza late at night with a group of drunk revelers. Don’t even start about having a girlfriend…it was a no-go on my budget and schedule.

Pre-Orientation

“Alright everyone, settle down and take a seat. My name is Vincent Sumrall, and I am the partner at Clark, Weaver & Brewer who will be overseeing your summer internships,” said the dapper man in front of the small group. He looked about 45, distinguished, and spoke with the confidence of a real charmer.

As I scanned the room, there were five other people sitting in the seats. They were apparently the other interns who had been selected from the rigorous interview process. Clark Weaver was a leading boutique accounting firm in the region that specialized in audit and compliance work for large manufacturing firms.

For me, this was a great opportunity because the partner track was as fast and lucrative as any firm job in the Big Four. The salary they were going to pay me for the summer was astonishing. It would set me up to help my dad, save a good chunk, and leave me a little to have some fun my senior year. And based on the look of the people around me, the firm meant business.

Starting from the front, there were three guys in the front row. They were tall, aristocratic-looking jock types who were wearing sharp looking slacks and blazers. I learned their names were Jack, Ryan, and Michael. They were straight from a Brooks Brothers catalogue. Ryan was pretty skinny and extremely average looking. Jack was pretty overweight but looked like he used to play a sport in high school. Probably a former lax-er. Michael was the tall, good looking one of them.

To my right, there was goofy looking guy, and he was the one person I knew. That was Chris. I recognized him from one of my finance classes. I remember him being probably the smartest person in class, but he was also pretty lazy and relied solely on his raw smarts.

To my left, la piece de resistance. The one woman of the group – and she was enough woman to stop the tides. Holy cow was she smoking. She had flowing blonde hair and styled herself in a professional pantsuit that was deliberately demure but couldn’t hide her busty chest and curvy hips. I learned her name was Elise.

After a brief introduction, Mr. Sumrall continued, “Thank you all for coming out this afternoon for this brief introduction. You will participate in a structured and rigorous orientation process the first week of the internship, but I always think it’s wise to reiterate the fundamental rules of the firm: 1) Every piece of work product that comes off your desk must maintain the highest possible standard; 2) Always present yourself in a professional manner; and 3) Use common sense.”

This part of his speech wasn’t necessarily ominous, but it was clear that we couldn’t goof around avşa escort like a bunch of kids. That was clear by what followed.

“It’s also probably good to add that you all should know your place. You are the top of your business classes, but always remember that you are undergrad interns and there is a chain of command at the firm. Don’t make waves.”

“Thank you for the pep talk Mr. Sumrall, but I think we all would love to have a little more information on our assignments for the summer. I mean, where are we going to live in three weeks?” Chris piped in. Hmm, bold. I imagine every other person in our intern class wanted to ask a similar question, but we would have done it with a little more polish.

“Chris, that will all be made clear in a few moments. Each of you will be paired with another intern for the summer. Each pair will be assigned to one of the three client sites I oversee. In other words, you will be working for me and working onsite with my clients. It is imperative that you act accordingly. For instance, if you address any client in a tone like what Chris just mouthed, you will answer to me.”

Mr. Sumrall stared Chris down, and his authority was firmly established.

Sumrall continued, “I’ll meet with you all in your pairs to go over specifics. Let’s start with Elise and Kevin.”

Holy fuck, that was me. And I was being paired with the blonde!

The Pairing

“Kevin Banks, age 20 from Old Town. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You weren’t originally on our radar, but your academic record and, particularly, the references supplied by your teachers put you over the top. We understand that you are a very hard worker and pair that with quite a brain.”

Sumrall’s words made my head swim. It was such a vindication of my hard work. A high ranking partner in a prestigious firm had such high praise for me! But if there was another thing that made my head swim, it was the bombshell sitting beside me. I followed Elise into the conference room, and on that walk I was able to take her in. She was about 5’6″ but three inches taller in her fashionable heels. She was a lovely shade of blonde. It came from a bottle, but it looked like she didn’t have to go too many shades away to get the effect. And she was petite…and buxom. She had a narrow little waist, and she was round in all the right places. She had full hips and tits bigger than you’d expect from someone with her small frame. And she seemed classy. Her suit jacket and business shirt were tailored to be flatteringly tight, but not trashy. She was the complete package.

“Elise Miller, age 20 from Highlands. It’s been, what, four months since you and your family were at my Christmas party?”

“Yes sir. Thank you for having us to the party as usual. We always have a great time. I’m sorry that I disappeared relatively early. The egg nog was particularly strong this year.”

“It was indeed, and from what I heard from the others who were in the basement, it seems you all had an interesting evening. Anyway, shifting gears, your dad is so proud of you for joining the firm. Obviously, he cannot oversee your internship…nepotism rules…but if you work hard there’s no ceiling for you at the firm.”

Upon saying this, Sumrall smiled and hugged Elise. It seemed they were quite close. He took a step back and looked at both of us.

“Kevin and Elise, you will be working in Pinewood this summer for my most important client, AgriBelt Feed Solutions. Granted, it’s in the middle of nowhere, the plant gives off a certain odor, and your social lives will suffer, but this is one of the most lucrative accounts we have. If you do good work, this will show the firm that you know how to pay your dues. It may not seem like it now, but this is the fast track.”

I was floored by this development. I didn’t care where I was, I just wanted to prove myself. Elise, on the other hand, looked like someone told her her dog died.

“We have you both living in a duplex in what you might call the town. It’s across the street from the only restaurant in town, so you’ll have to get used to Mickey’s. The people are…interesting…but they’re good people. You’ll be boots on the ground for inventory checks and spreadsheet analysis.”

Sumrall flipped through some pages that looked like our dossiers, and he stopped and looked up at us.

“Guys, based on the, uh, saturating nature of the products at the plant, it has a tendency to seep into your clothes …and uh… not let go, so the firm gives a clothes allotment for its employees and interns on this site. Kevin, what are your sizes? Suit, shirt, pants, shoe, etc.”

“Uh, let me think,” I stammered. “Uhh…Size 10.5 shoe.” I knew that. But I borrowed the suit I wore to the interview, and I only got that size right by seeking out the guy on my hall that matched me in size. I knew I had to get some suits before the summer, but I didn’t know I had to rattle off sizes for this meeting. I was a little humiliated. ayvalık escort This was one of those times growing up poor was biting me in the ass.

“You’re what, 6’0″, 180 pounds?” Elise sized me up.

“About that,” I had to admit. I was pretty scrawny.

“He looks about 38′ shoulders, 32′ waist, and 35′ inseam…Maybe 38 Long?” Elise added in a detached but interested tone. This was the first time she had acknowledged my existence, and it was funny to have a girl quite literally ‘size me up’ in our first interaction.

“Ok, that should be enough,” Sumrall nodded as he made notes.

“Elise, not to be forward, but you’re…?”

“I can furnish my own clothes, thank you,” she responded.

Sumrall smiled, looked up, and said, “Elise, you’ve got to play the game. You shouldn’t turn down anything free right off the bat. Them’s the perks.”

“Size 4 jacket, 2 for pants. Small shirt, size 6.5 shoe,” she rattled off.

“Dimensions? We can have things tailored with enough specifics.”

Elise narrowed her eyes, paused, and responded in a confident tone I don’t know I’d ever heard a girl my age muster. “35-23-34. I wear a 35D and they’re used to lace and silk. Write that down.”

The two exchanged a fiery glance. His smirk confirmed that he understood this line was inappropriate, but it was a game he knew well and played often. What shocked and inspired me was that she matched his look. She wasn’t upset. She simply stared him down, mirroring his look of understanding of the game.

“I thought bras only came in even sizes.”

“They do at Wal-Mart.”

“I’ll see that they’re taken care of.”

“See that you do.”

Man, this girl was going to be something…

First Toast

Four weeks later on a humid Saturday afternoon Elise and I were pulling into Pinewood in a hired car from a small local airport. The first impression was the smell. It wasn’t noxious, but there seemed to be a continual whiff of decay, body odor, and a little bit of fart. Surveying the scene, there didn’t seem to be a lot to take in. There were two stop signs and a few buildings. The landscape wasn’t inspiring. We were near the mountains, but not in them. The expanse in front of us was pretty flat and filled with disused fields and some abandoned vehicles that seemed to go back a few decades. We lugged our belongings to a split level building where our respective keys easily unlocked our temporary lodging.

After I crossed the threshold, I looked around my apartment and was so proud. Yes, this place was dumpy, but it had a living room, a kitchen with all the appliances, a bedroom, and…the biggest deal…a combo washer-dryer. I had never had a laundry room in my own place. For the first time in my life, I wouldn’t have to cart my clothes and wash them somewhere in public.

I unpacked quickly and headed over to see how Elise was fairing. I knocked on her door. I initially didn’t hear anything, so I waited a second and tried again. I heard a faint “come in” from what sounded like the back of her place, so I cracked the door and hesitantly headed in. She was sitting on her bed with her luggage open, but unpacked, around her. She had a vacant, upset look on her face, and when she looked up to me her eyes were a little red. I don’t think she’d been crying, but something was obviously bothering her.

I took some hesitant steps forward and started the process of figuring out what was up with my intern partner. The last time I had seen her, she was locking horns and keeping up with a seasoned businessman. The girl in front of me seemed meeker, and I couldn’t really figure it out.

“So, quite the place we have. Your’s looks just about the same as mine. Free cable tv and everything!” I said, trying to add some levity to the mix.

“I’m sorry to be so mopey. It’s just sad to see that this whole situation is exactly as I imagined it, and I imagined it to be terrible.”

“Well, we only just got here, so let’s give it a few days before we come to any conclusions. How ’bout we go grab something to eat? I’m pretty hungry.”

“Sure. I’m scared to find out what’s on the menu at Mickey’s, but a glass of Chardonnay will hit the spot.”

…

A few minutes after entering Mickey’s, Elise seemed a little more upbeat. There weren’t many people in Mickey’s, but the ones that were there sure noticed Elise. She took in the stares, sideways glances, and even the glares with a muted sense of satisfaction.

That satisfaction was, however, quickly muted. When taking our order our waitress, an older woman who looked none-to-pleased that this gorgeous coed was sitting in her section, asked for ID when Elise ordered a glass of wine. Elise switched her order to water.

“Yea, I don’t want to pull out my fake ID during this internship,” she confided immediately after. “That said, there’s always ways to order so that they won’t ask for ID.” She gave me a wink and we continued to bafra escort chat, getting to know one another throughout the meal.

My burger was very burger-like and Elise had a salad. It was all pretty standard stuff. And even though the food was standard, it was really nice getting to know Elise. I knew that she grew up in the swanky town of Highlands, and I learned she went to high school at Highlands Prep, a very prestigious high school. She was a volleyball player and her dad is a big partner at Clark Weaver. She had taken the business pre-req courses to get this internship, but she had also taken a good amount of classes in other departments, particularly in art history with her friends. She was in a sorority. She told me which one and it sounded like the one that all the stunningly attractive girls joined, but I had no idea about such things. That wasn’t my world.

About an hour later Elise and I were finishing up our meal. As we stood to leave, she paused and unbuttoned her shirt. She had been wearing a standard white button-up shirt, like one for casual Friday, and some pretty short shorts. Before then, I hadn’t even thought about her outfit. Her shirt was untucked, but came down just below her waistline. I was a little puzzled why she was taking it off now. It was hot outside, but the sun was going down and it would have made a lot more sense to leave that in the house if she was worried about the heat.

Underneath the button-up, she had on a thin little tank top with a plunging neckline and was only held up by thin little spaghetti straps. The bra underneath was clearly outlined, and her tits and cleavage came front and center. I couldn’t help but gawk when she handed me the button up. The tank top ended about two inches above her shorts, the lack of the bottom-up revealed a good chunk of midriff. Her stomach was flat, but it also showed some softness — the sign of a healthy, non-emaciated woman. I loved it. Her shorts covered her ass, but they certainly left a lot of bare leg. Her tanned legs looked athletic from volleyball, but they were certainly not tree trunks. They were lovely.

I saw her saunter over to the bar, put her elbows down, lean over, and wait. She didn’t even have to call out to the bartender, he just came right over. The way she leaned over, I can only imagine how amazing her tits would look pushed together hanging over the bar.

“Can I get a bottle of Chardonnay to go?” she asked in the voice of someone who knew they were going to get what they wanted.

A bearded bartender in a trucker hat asked her if she “wanted the little or big bottle?”

“The big.” She slapped $40 dollars on the bar, grabbed a tall brown bag, and walked out. I don’t think she even waited to see how much he was going to charge. He didn’t say anything, though, and I followed her out.

…

Two hours later I was two glasses deep, Elise might have been five in, and our conversation had really opened up. It only took a little wine and Elise seemed to shift into a fun, social mode. I don’t even think she was tipsy, because she never slurred, stuttered, or appeared to be off balance when she’d get up to do something. It just seemed like she was conditioned to get a little more animated and a flirty with alcohol.

And hey, I’m not complaining. We started laughing and sharing stories, and I felt like I was really making a connection. Every now and then she’d really respond to something I said like no woman had in a long time, maybe ever. We shared our ups and downs. She seemed fascinated by my life at school, because it was so wholly different from her own.

She lived a sorority-girl lifestyle where her entire friend group and social scene were focused on parties, fashion, and beauty. You could tell she loved and missed her friends, but you could also sense they were a huge source of anxiety for her. She expressly said she felt like she was always catching up, playing second fiddle, and always was looking for the next validation or chunk of acceptance.

For instance, when she casually dropped the name of one of her friends, expecting I would be duly impressed, she laughed when she found out I had no idea who this girl was. So she got on her Instagram account and showed me a picture of the girl. Holy moly she was gorgeous, and every picture of her seemed like it was taken with a professional photographer and showed at least 80% of her breasts. Elise was very quick to note that the girl had 110,000 followers, had been featured on multiple model pages, and was looking to take that on as a career. In going from one friend to another, I found out she had three other sorority sisters with at least 40,000 followers. That sounded good and everything, but I had no earthly idea what that meant. I thought social media was a waste of time.

Then Elise got a little quiet when she admitted she ‘only’ 6,000 followers. I told her that sounded great to me, but all she could talk about were her friends – the ones with over 50,000.

“Well, I’ve been working to build my social media game recently,” she said. “It all started when my friend Kate with 90k stopped posting pictures of us together, because I wasn’t wearing revealing outfits. Pics where all the girls didn’t have cleavage-galore didn’t get as many likes.”

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Sid settled into his seat on the flight. It would be a rather short flight, but still, with how seating is, it was long enough. The seats on this plane were close together and he didn’t have as much leg room as he would have liked.

He was fortunate that he had no crying baby or kicking the seat kind of kid near him. Sid pulled out his cell phone looking at the time. He hoped the flight was on time. He didn’t want to miss his business meeting.

The plane started moving on the tarmac and the flight attendants came out to give their usual spiel about safety, buckling, and emergencies. Normally Sid ignored them as heard them all the time with his travels, but his eyes locked onto the nearest flight attendant.

Blue sparkling eyes and full lips, she told jokes when giving the presentation, making it fun and not boring. “If the lavatory is full, you’ll see the light turn on. You’ll just have to hold it until the lavatory is free.”

Her breasts filled her top nicely and her blonde hair was tied up in a pony tail. She had a white blouse and a black skirt and high heels. Normal flight attendant wear, but somehow she made it look sexy.

Scrumptious, Sid thought. Maybe this flight won’t be so bad after all. After the presentation, she informed the flight that their drinks and snacks would be served once they were up in the air.

Once in flight, drinks and snacks were served. She reached akşehir escort Sid and leaned over to hand the drink to the woman sitting next to him. The flight attendant’s breasts were very close to his face as she reached over and somehow he managed to read her nametag, Tatiana, instead of gawking the whole time.

Sexy woman, sexy name, Sid thought. “Sir? Your drink?”

Sid had been thinking about her and hadn’t heard her ask what he wanted. “Um a Coke will be fine.”

When she handed him his drink, their hands brushed, a tingle went through Sid. He noticed that Tatiana had given him a small bottle of rum. He was about to tell her he didn’t order it and certainly didn’t want to pay for it, when he saw her wink at him.

“On the house,” she whispered in his ear. ” For someone who is so handsome.” Tatiana continued on getting orders from the passengers.

Sid poured the rum in his coke and smiled. That was nice of her. And he couldn’t remember being called handsome in a long time. He went to grab his napkin to wipe up a drop of the coke and noticed some writing, other than the plane logo on it.

It said, “Meet me in the back, by the bathrooms in 20 minutes.”

Sid knew it had to be from Tatiana. He kept checking his watch, the minutes going by slowly. He looked behind his seat and saw Tatiana had finished serving the refreshements and was back akyazı escort by the bathrooms. Looking at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time, he saw 20 minutes had elapsed, finally to his relief. It was torture waiting that long.

He unbuckled and headed to the back. Trying to not be too eager, he forced himself to slow his gait and control himself. Tatiana slipped into a bathroom, leaving it a crack open. Sid slid into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. It was cramped in there but Tatiana was sitting on the sink, legs spread, blouse undone. Sid looked up her skirt and grinned when he saw a shaved pussy meeting his gaze.

“I was hoping you’d join me. I thought perhaps I could make your flight more enjoyable…pleasurable. “

“And here I didn’t think this was a full service flight,” Sid joked.

Tatiana grinned and grabbed his tie, pulling him to her. She kissed him and he pushed her breasts out of her bra, teasing her nipples. Tatiana slipped her hand in his pants and pulled out his cock, gliding her hand up and down. They both moaned and continued kissing.

Sid parted from their kiss to move his mouth to her breasts. Tatiana leaned back, arching to give him more of a mouthful.

Leaning in, his cock was pressing against her pussy. He could feel her wetness, her heat against his cock and he couldn’t wait anymore. He slid in alaşehir escort and Tatiana wrapped her shapely legs around his waist. Thrusting, he went deeper in with his cock. She leaned her head against his chest and moaned. “Harder,” she moaned. “Faster.”

No need for her encouraging words, Sid pumped harder and faster. He felt Tatiana’s pussy clench around his cock and he knew she was coming as she panted and moaned. Seeing this beauty coming on his cock ignited him and he pumped a few more quick strokes and came. “Fuck!” Tatiana yelled, “Welcome to the mile high club.” Sid laughed and gave her a kiss.

They both straightened their clothes, zipping and buttoning back up. Tatiana fixed her hair and let him out first. He got back to his seat, a grin on his face. He looked behind and saw Tatiana come out of the bathroom. No one had missed them, just assumed he had taken a little bit of a long trip to the bathroom.

The rest of his trip went by quickly and they were soon landing. As he had his baggage and was exiting towards the plane door, he saw Tatiana was at the door, saying goodbye to the passengers.

When he got to her, she smiled and said, “Thank you for flying with our airlines today. I hope your flight was enjoyable. Please fly with us again.” She stuck a slip of paper in his pocket, no one noticing.

Sid nodded and replied, ” I do believe I will be flying these airlines again. It was a most pleasurable flight.” He got to his baggage claim and looked at the paper she slipped in. In it was her flight schedule. Sid saw that one of the days was when he was flying back.

Whistling happily he got into a taxi. Yes, this business trip had turned into a pleasure trip.

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My wife and I recently took a trip to celebrate a special occasion. We rented a beautiful suite in an old southern hotel by the ocean. The suite was located on the second floor and had a balcony that looked out onto the street where tourists to this quaint Victorian town strolled the sidewalks.

After getting back from dinner that first night, we went to the balcony to unwind with a few cocktails. My wife is a petite brunette with natural highlights in her hair. Very classy appearance with no tattoos, finely manicured finger and toenails, with glistening toe rings, anklets and bracelets. She was wearing a sexy mid-length sun dress with thin straps accentuated by lovely high-heals. When we go out for a special occasion that might have the possibility for extra-curricular activities she always wears a specific perfume. It creates a Pavlovian reaction that turns me on whenever I catch the scent of it. For this occasion away she also got a waxing of her intimate area that absolutely turned me on. Well everything was working this night and she was just stunning.

I had stepped back into the room to refresh our drinks and when I returned she had hiked up her skirt ever so slightly and removed her lace thong underwear. The cool sea breeze was blowing on her private area, and I knew where I’d be soon. We could hear the conversations of the passersby in the street below and at the hotel directly across the street, but the railings alsancak escort of the balcony were just wide enough to conceal us.

At this point I leaned in, took her drink and put it to the side and kissed her ever so softly, tasting the sweet alcohol on her tongue. My fingers slipped under her spaghetti straps and pulled down the top of her dress exposing her natural, perfect sized breasts. I teased her nipples a bit with my fingers and then moved my lips from hers, down her neck, until they were on her bosom. I flicked at her teat every so lightly with my tongue, accompanied by a soft caress of my hand and the refreshing breeze of the ocean, I could tell she was getting extremely aroused.

While continuing to tease her breast, I position my hands between her legs and spread them slightly apart while she was sitting in the chair. Gently I inserted one finger and then two, which immediately drew a long, soft moan from my wife. With her legs apart I got on my knees and moved to her mid-section, smelling the scent of that special perfume.

Pulling her skirt a little higher I was able to get to her finely groomed vagina. I first started to kiss her thighs, I moved my tongue to the the smooth area around her vagina. Teasing is the most erotic part of foreplay. I slowly worked my way towards the center, gently lapping her at first. Eventually I started to lick harder and I could hear her altıeylül escort moans picking up and her breathing getting a little heavier. I slipped my finger back in her while licking the top of her vagina ever so lightly.

Fellatio has always been a delight for my wife, but I never was able to get her to climax using my tongue. I read her body language and I could tell she was getting close. My motion got more rhythmic, deeper, consistent and precise. I knew she was close to orgasm. I could see her back arch higher as she put her weight on her toes in those sexy heals. She grabbed the arms of the rocking chair and pushed her engorged clitoris tighter to me. Then I heard the all too familiar moan of the approaching climax, I thrust my tongue deeper, tasting her as she utterly exploded in sexual satisfaction.

Now appeased, she got up, pushed me into the rocker, kneeled down between my legs and pulled my trousers down. She held my penis with three fingers and thumb on the shaft while her pinky flared out down by the base, like one would hold a glass of fine wine. She is utterly classy even when it comes to oral pleasure. With her other hand she brushed her flowing hair away from her face. She leaned in and softly licked the tip of my penis and then worked her tongue all the way to the base of my testitcals. Motioning for some time around them, she proceeded to lift them and lapped under altınordu escort the base of my penis. As the tourists meandered past our balcony below, this was getting all too exciting.

After some more of this pleasure she got back on her knees and positioned my penis between her two beautiful breasts. Applying slight pressure with her hands she moved her chest up and down in a stroking motion on my penis while she was licking at its head. I held back her hair and could see her earrings dangling from her ears as she worked. She could tell from my pulsing that I was getting close. She looked up and whispered as to how I would like to be finished off, with her tongue or her vagina. The tongue was incredible but told her I really wanted to be inside of her.

Normally she would mount me facing forward, but she added another twist by turning her back to me and lowering her warm, moist vagina onto my immensely hard penis. She balanced herself by holding onto the handrail of the balcony in front of her. She erotically moved her hips up and down on me as I grabbed her rear and took her all in. After a few minutes of this I couldn’t take it anymore. I throbbed hard and exploded deeply into her, my thighs shuddering as I orgasmed. I pumped my juices in her while I felt her tighten, moan and accept them. She collapsed back on me and I reached around and messaged her breasts while we kissed passionately.

We both then went back inside and finished our drinks in the hot tub. We like to be somewhat adventurous, but this was the first time we had the opportunity to use a balcony. Did we get caught from the tourists below or next door? If so, good for them. I hope they learned that great lovemaking is essential for a healthy marriage.

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The sun pierced the far horizon of the ocean and began to shine on the grey cement walls and floor of the balcony they had fallen sleep on. Bill was flat on his back on the floor and Valerie had cuddled up beside him. They still remained naked and covered in each others bodily fluids.

The sun slowly roused them from their deep slumber as it began to pierce the murky night sky horizon. They opened their eyes more or less at the same time and smiled. They slowly rose to their feet and simply stretched out the debauchery from hours prior.

“Morning,” Bill said to Valerie.

“Morning,” Valerie replied.

They both headed down the stairs and into the shower and washed off, they stole glimpses until they were a bit more awake. They were tired and once they washed off, they both went straight to bed. They slept a deep sleep and regained their energy spent the night before.

Hours past and they awoke, this time refreshed and ready for the day ahead. The sun had risen a bit more in the morning sky. The bed had washed away whatever discomfort the solid floor up that staircase had caused.

Bill was awoken by a pleasant sight, Valerie had his balls in her mouth and her hand was gently stroking his member. It was erect and she was worshiping it. Bill looked toward the other end of the bed, admiring Valerie and her graceful movements.

She then proceeded to suck and fondle it was amazing and the best to wake up from a restful slumber. Her movements were mesmerising and more visible in the morning light. She sucked away getting his cock primed for insertion. Valerie stood up from the bed and then stepped toward the glass doors and stepped outside. The sun caressed her beautiful naked body as she seemingly glided over the ground. She stepped toward the railing grabbed it with both hands and slowly bent over.

She ever so slightly wiggled her ass and Bill who was watching from the doorway. Took it all in, he then walked over to her looking up and down her entire naked body as she offered herself to him. She was now going to take all of him in. Bill slide his cock inside, gently enjoying every moment as the sun continued to beam down upon them.

Bill began fucking Valerie, she cooed throughout voicing her approval of the incredible feelings he was giving her. The bodies felt warm from the sun and what they were doing to each other. The sun illuminated the house in the complete opposite manner to moon from the previous night.

It was a mesmerising site as the dark concrete seemed to shimmer with the intense light being beamed down upon them by the sun high in the sky.

Valerie screamed as another orgasm rocked through her and left her gripping tight and urging Bill to fuck her harder, as she was keen on some warm liquid inside her.

So she continued as she paused the fucking to turn around and she then lifted a leg which then allowed Bill to fuck her face to face, he grabbed her tight as she placed her arms around his neck to balance herself on one foot as the other held around Bill’s torso, whilst his meat rod continued to ram its girth inside her repeatedly and with vigour, that she got from nobody else alive.

Valerie wanted a release and Bill was committed to giving it to her, it was sometime but she got what she wanted and he spewed his thick load into her and slowly pulled out as she brought her foot back to rest on the ground. She looked down and slide a finger inside her pussy to scoop out some cum for her oral pleasure.

“Now it is a good morning,” Bill replied with a righteous smile on his face.

“Yes, indeed,” Valerie replied with zest.

“I have an errand to run, going to pick up my new car.”

“Sounds like fun, I think you have converted me into a car fan.”

“Well I am glad about that.”

“You showed their intangible value and how they make you feel and the memories you have.”

“Absolutely, why don’t we go make some more.”

The couple then headed inside and got dressed and freshened up to go. It was around mid-morning when the left. The Koenigsegg had its roof stowed away and they were exposed to the beautiful elements of blue skies and a shimmering sun placed high in the sky.

Valerie hopped in, wearing her bright yellow floral mini dress, the passenger seat. Bill then stepped into the driver’s seat. Bill pushed the buttons to start the car, it fired up with a throaty roar. He then slowly backed out of the garage and then proceeded to turn around the fountain, he then moved slowly down the drive way up to the gate. It swung up and was a more impressive sight in the sunshine.

The engine roared as the car hurtled them away from the house down the desolate road Bill drove the night before. The speed was immense and provided much delight to Valerie as her hair rustled through the wind and her eyes behind her sunglasses took in all the sights offered to her by unlimited headroom.

Bill was focused on his driving but still sneaking peeks of Valerie, which she took great pleasure akçay escort in. the continued to drive and the sun continued to shine. They had headed quite a bit inland and enjoyed wide winding country roads which were quiet and uninhabited for the most part.

In a short amount of time, the city was upon them and Bill made his way to the dealership. The glass walls beckoned him toward the dealership. Bill parked the car outside the dealership and casually made his way inside with Valerie alongside him.

The usual nuances of car buying were conducted and all the while on the showroom sat the car in question, a Koenigsegg Regera. A mega car, a hyper hybrid of sorts with more power than some European countries. The car was finished in white, with sumptuous red leather on the inside. Now exposed to the elements with this car’s roof stowed away in the front of the car.

Once Bill was handed the key fob and he made his way toward the car. He opened the door for Valerie and she made her way inside the car. Bill hopped into the driver’s seat and began the engine.

It was quiet at first as the electric motors powered the car in silence as they left the showroom. The short distance to the open road meant the car ran in silence. Bill and Valerie enjoyed the company of one another without having to say a word.

Once the road was empty, Bill floored it and the engine erupted into life. The acceleration was breath taking, simply astonishing considering how much more power this car had compared to his previous one.

The road was simply devoured and Bill now wanted to see how it took corners. So he began to head to higher altitude. A nearby mountain with spectacular views of the surrounding area.

The silence was eerie until the exhaust note shattered it with its flame spitting crescendo.

Soon they began gain some height as Bill began to take the car up the steep mountain road, a spaghetti shaped string of asphalt. The car was incredible up the road and Valerie marveled at the sensations and how Bill was utmost focused on piloting the car up the road.

As the changing sensations of hard acceleration and heavy breaking flowed to together like a conductor bringing out the best in his orchestra. It was a drive of note, something that certainly needed to be savoured, which was something both Valerie and Bill were doing together.

The straights, curves, and razor sharp hair pins flowed by as Bill navigated them like a consummate professional. They then reached the top, Bill, eased it into a parking lot and switched off the car. Valerie then turned to him.

“Wow, that is quite impressive driving you did there,” Valerie complimented Bill.

“Thank you it was an incredible thing to do, especially considering we just picked this car up” Bill replied.

“It is most certainly run in now. I’m glad you brought me here, this view is absolutely incredible.”

“Absolutely, I wanted to show this Valerie,” Bill responded.

They both hopped out of the car and then proceeded to head toward the edge. Bill pulled out his phone and snapped a shot from the mountain, it was high enough up to still catch the ocean in the distance. Bill then nonchalantly turned and snapped an image of Valerie.

Valerie then gestured Bill for the phone and he handed it to her, she then snapped an image of him and handed it back to him. Valerie, ever the mischievous one, looked around and noticed they were alone on top of this mountain. She turned her gaze back to Bill and flashed a naughty smile which told him everything that he needed to know.

She then lifted up her dress over her head and revealed her nude body underneath. She then casually walked to the car and left it inside on the seat.

“What can be better than this?” Valerie inquired.

“Nothing from where I am standing,” Bill responded.

He then took a picture which Valerie was more than willing to pose for, with a winning smile and a killer body it was an amazing image, one which would remain vivid in Bill’s mind for rest of his life.

Bill then pocketed his phone and walked toward the car and began to shed his attire, starting with his shorts which once they were in the car, Valerie’s mouth was around his cock. He then lifted up his shirt and deposited it inside the car.

Bill began to run his fingers through her hair, gently guided her head along the length of his cock. She had no gag reflex and took Bill’s sizeable meat missile and thrust it toward the back of her mouth.

The view was now lost on them both as they only saw each other. Once Valerie felt his cock was primed and ready she stood up and began to walk toward the railing, she reached it and bent over gently swaying her ass inviting Bill toward it.

He walked over parading his proud member before sending it toward Valerie’s soaking wet pussy. He plunged straight in without hesitation, Valerie loved the feeling of the instant penetration. Now they were fucking and Valerie akdeniz escort was howling her approval down toward the rocks below.

There is still no audience save for the random animals here and there and the eagle or two up above them. The silence was their soundtrack it was almost deafening as now the only thing they could hear was their heavy breathing. They fucked in peace, shutting everything else out.

Bill kept his grasp on Valerie’s hips as he thrust, it felt as though the entire landscape moved with every thrust, the sun continued its lone watch above them in the sky of blue. Valerie’s eyes were scanning the distance, spotting the ocean just before the horizon.

Even with all of that in front of her, she still only saw lust and a seemingly physical manifestation of the lust and the sensation coursing through her very existence. She was in the moment the zone gripping her tight. She surrendered to it, and simply let the wave take her completely.

Bill abruptly pulled out of her and turned her around, he brought his lips to hers and the shared a moment, and all the while Valerie’s hands were on Bill’s cock stroking it gently.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and Bill ran his hands down her back feeling her curves and the warmth form her body. His hands went slowly past her ass massaging it lightly on his way down. He gently lifted up her legs one at a time then elevating her up and gently guiding her pussy onto his cock.

They both were now each looking at the only thing they were focusing in that moment. Bill fucked her valiantly and Valerie voiced her approval all the way down the mountain. It was intense they were bathed in light from the sun and engulfed in lust as their bodies remained connected.

Bill felt his balls about to explode and Valerie felt an orgasm coming as well. They pushed harder wanting a release on top of that mountain. Valerie started to feel the orgasm coming, while Bill began to shoot his load inside of Valerie. After subsiding a bit, Bill gently put Valerie back onto her feet as her withdrew from her. Bill kissed her on the lips and they both caught their breath.

Bill slowly turned analysing the environment behind him and it remained empty just as it was when they had arrived.

“Looking for an audience?” Valerie enquired with a righteous grin on her face.

“Yes, that performance deserves a standing ovation.” Bill responded, much to Valerie’s delight.

“Hungry?” Valerie asked.

“I could eat,” was Bill’s reply.

Valerie then turned and seductively walked back to the car. She opened the door and reached in, ensuring Bill’s view of her ass was not obstructed. She picked up her dress and putting it over her head and slowly pulling down, covering her naughty parts, just.

Bill got himself dressed slowly and they then both got back into the car. They were looking forward to the wind in their hair. Bill punched the sequence of buttons and the car switched on, once he got up to speed, the engine roared into life, a visceral and almost feral sound filled the air once more.

Bill drove the car out of the city and let the engine sing as her roared back down toward the coast, as the sun was beginning its descent to the other end of the sky. Bill drove with even more focus and determination, leading Valerie to believe she had something to do with this event.

She enjoyed how he drove, and speed was very tantalising for her and she was enjoying herself. Bill enjoyed this drive even more so now. It was incredible to wind that monster of a car down those twists and turns. Eventually when they made it down the mountain and got onto open roads it was sheer joy. Bill gunned the car reached astronomical speeds on still empty, long, straight roads.

Bill slowed down as the entered a built up area, he was heading towards a nice Italian place for something to eat. He eventually found the place. It had tables outside and he parked outside as he got there. The walked up to the table and sat themselves down. A waiter came around getting their drinks and something to eat.

They sat there a while, paying all their attention to each other. They talked about all things, each other, life and what may lay among the stars. The time passed but there love for each other just grew and grew.

Hours later, the pair eventually left the restaurant, more knowledgeable about one another and keen on the night ahead. They walked toward the car and got inside. Bill started the car and left, in a short period of time, they left the city and headed back to the house.

The drive was incredible, a clear night sky, with the moon once again looming prominent in the night sky. The stars were out in force, a magnificent sight which they both marveled at while cutting through the dark.

The road winded down as the coast neared. They soon found themselves on the coast road leading toward the house. Bill floored it and acceleration was absolutely breath taking. akhisar escort The engine roared managing to mute the sound of the roaring ocean. The stars zipped by overhead and the scenery rushed past as if it was not there.

Eventually, Bill lifted of the accelerator and let the car slow as the gate of the house closed in. Bill hit the button and the gate lifted. He drove inside as the electric power took the car silently up the driveway and then into the garage.

Bill turned off the car and the motorised rear wing lowered back into place. It looked incredible, alongside her Lamborghini.

They made their way into the house, and admired the view from the kitchen which was offered by glass wall facing the ocean.

“Coffee?” Valerie asked pointing toward her coffee machine.

“Yes, please Val.”

Valerie proceeded to make the coffee and is it brewed, Bill look through the glass at the clear night’s sky which was a sight to behold. As the moon loomed large in the sky it shimmered off the ocean. Valerie then brought the coffee they proceeded to the lounge and to relax while watching the night sky.

“What a beautiful sight, Bill.”

“Yes, it is, and the night sky is not bad either.”

“You insatiable flirt,” Valerie responded with a laugh.

As they finished off their coffee Valerie had an idea, more like a dare. She left the room and returned naked.

“What have you planned for tonight?” Bill asked with anticipation.

“A night dive.”

“Count me in, it is very hard to say no to you, especially when you are looking like that.”

“Bill, I thought you would say that.”

Bill followed suit and removed his clothes. Valerie then led Bill up the same stairs they went up, the night before. They reached the balcony and then Valerie proceeded to open a secret door, which had a ladder behind it. Bill followed her up it and soon they were at the highest point of the mansion.

A platform then began to protrude from the edge, a diving platform of sorts. One look down saw that it lead down to the ocean. Valerie then gingerly stepped toward the edge. She took one look behind her at Bill, as he admired her glistening naked body in the moonlight. She then dove off, Bill moved to the edge to see her gracefully plunge into the water.

Bill followed suit and headed toward the water. The water was cool and refreshing. Bill came up for air and spotted Valerie nearby.

“Wow, you are only now the second person to make that dive.”

“Well, I am honoured Valerie, to follow in your footsteps.”

“Why thank, you are far too kind Bill, now let me show you something,” Valerie responded.

They swam some distance and proceeded to dive into the water and reach an underwater cave, which was bright lit as at this point in the night the moon shone its light straight into the cavern illuminating its interior.

The stepped out of the water, onto the sand which was steep as it was currently low tide, high tide would not flood this place but the beach would be a bit shorter.

Valerie walked up out of the water as Bill followed close behind her. They were secluded from the world and the moon seemed to shine only for the two of them.

“Wow, Valerie, this is amazing, and it’s fitting it has been shown to me by an amazing woman such as yourself.”

“Well aren’t you the snake charmer tonight,” Valerie responded.

“I think you will find that is what you are right now.” Bill responded gesturing downwards.

“Why thank you, I am here all night,” Valerie responded as she made her way toward his cock.

Her hands slowly ran up the length of his shaft. Bill felt his body tingling as she did this, it was something to be experienced as the hue of the moonlight made the experience feel other worldly. Valerie felt it too, the sensations of where they were and the moon shining through would be forever etched into their memories.

Valerie had now gotten a slow erotic rhythm going as she stroked the cock in front of her. Then she moved down on her knees and took his girth into her mouth she sucked it gently and could see in crystal clear vision what she was doing.

She did not neglect his balls as she gently caressed them, teasing them ever so slightly, all the while her mouth remained filled with Bill’s cock. She knew exactly how to please a man and she was now using all the tricks in her trade, so to speak.

Bill all the while had his eyes intently fixed upon Valerie’s actions. His fingers gently ran through her dark hair. She was focused and enjoying what she was doing. Once she felt it lubricated enough she rose to her feet and faced toward the moonlight. Bill slide up behind Valerie and slid his shaft into her awaiting, moist pussy.

Bill slid it in all the way in one swift motion. Valerie gasped a little and her eyes widened in response. However, she remained fixed upon the moon looming large up through the view from the cave’s natural sky light. Bill had his eyes fixed upon it as well as it proceeded to hypnotise them with its alluring sight.

It was a destination more than a simple sight. Bill continued to fuck as the pair of them subconsciously pondered this realisation. Valerie howled in pleasure, as her verbal approval reverberated of the walls of the cave.

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Some kind people have suggested that “Educating Paddy” demanded a sequel. Here is the sequel, with my thanks.

……………………..

It was just over a week since the phone call had come out of the blue from Marge. “I need you to help me with Paddy,” she had said. Not in my wildest dreams could I have suspected that helping Marge would involve fellatio and cunnilingus all in one evening. With a beautiful nineteen year old girl. Since then I had wondered if I should ever meet Paddy again, and thought a lot about how I should greet her if I did.

“Paddy? Oh yes, I remember. You’re the girl who asked me to kiss her pussy.” Hardly the best way to start a conversation.

And then Marge phoned and asked if I’d like to come round to dinner because Paddy was going to be there and I might like to see her again.

I gulped, and my prick did a jump and started clamoring against my Y-fronts, and I tried to sound casual as I said. “Sure, that sounds nice.” I wasn’t sure how I was going to face Marge. I hadn’t seen her since she had climaxed the episode with Paddy by impaling herself on my shaft. And I do mean climaxed. I didn’t have the nerve to ask if dinner was all I should be eating. But you can bet I spent the day imagining a variety of scenarios, all of them involving pussy—either Paddy’s or Marge’s, and preferably both.

Dinner was a fairly lively affair. Marge kept us well served with a nice red wine, and Paddy was no longer the shy, reticent chick I remembered. She was talkative, and funny, and met my eye without a hint of embarrassment at having asked a week before if she could suck my prick. And then Marge poured us all a liqueur and said, just as if we’d been discussing it all evening, “Last week has left Paddy with a lot of questions, Patrick. She says you were so nice and understanding then, she’d rather talk to you about it than me. Is that alright with you?”

I said, “Er—sure” What I really meant was, “What else can I tell her that won’t turn her off? I’m not exactly a psychiatrist.”

Marge got up from the table. “Paddy’s staying overnight, so she’s got the guest room. Why don’t you take Patrick to your room, Paddy, and you can talk all you want in private.”

Paddy led the way, not at all shyly. This was the first time I had been in Marge’s apartment, so I was interested to see what a feminine apartment looked like. The guest room was nicely furnished, but there was only one chair and that was cluttered with Paddy’s things, so we sat on the edge of the bed. Paddy took my hand immediately. “Patrick dear, I didn’t know whether to phone you about last week or just pretend it hadn’t happened. I felt so guilty about it, guilty at making you do those things. But Marge said you must have enjoyed it. I do hope you really did enjoy it. But anyway I want to thank you for being so sweet and sympathetic and gentle and understanding and—.”

“Don’t thank me, darling,” I interrupted her. “I would have been happy enough to be teaching you mathematics, but being able to help you with something so personal and intimate like that was great for me. And if you really enjoyed it with a scarecrow like me, just imagine how it got my rocks off doing fellatio and cunnilingus with a beautiful doll like you.”

Paddy squeezed my hand. “That’s something I wanted to ask you about. Do you mind talking about it?”

“Honey, if I can’t be doing it, talking about it is a good substitute.”

“Do you really like it as much as that? You weren’t just letting me do it to be nice to me? The girls at the office said it’s not nice, and only the wrong sort of people want to do it. They say you have to be a pervert to want to do it.”

I swear I wasn’t making a play for her, I just wanted so much at that moment to make her feel good about herself. I put my arms round her and looked close into her eyes. “No darling, I wasn’t just adapazarı escort being nice to you. It was wonderful for me. Now tell me honestly, did you really enjoy it, too, sucking my prick and having me suck your pussy?”

She wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I couldn’t help myself. Seeing what I was able to do to make your lovely prick grow so big made me want it for myself, I just had to suck it and love it. It was such an intimate thing it was making me all squirly inside.”

This conversation was well on the way to making me feel all squirly inside. I could feel it must be getting quite obvious. And I could see Paddy was staring down at the bulge in my jeans. Staring hard.

“That’s the wonderful thing about sex,” I said, and felt ashamed of myself for being such a phoney psychologist. “If it was nice for you, and it was nice for me, and it wasn’t doing harm to us or anyone else, then it was no more perverted than fucking. And none of us would be here without fucking.”

“People say a girl shouldn’t—do it—until she’s married.”

That was the big one. “I ‘m not the one to advise you there,” I said. “People have different opinions about that. It rather depends on what your family and close friends think about. It’s difficult swimming against the tide.”

“I don’t know what I really thought before I came here tonight.” Paddy looked away and stopped. Then, in a rush, “I only know now that when I think about last week I get that same feeling inside me again.. I want to experience all the sexy things there are to experience. I want to do everything there is to do. I want to be really awful. And I want to show off and tell you all about it. Right now I want desperately to play with myself. I would be playing with myself if you weren’t with me. Does that make me a pervert?”

“No darling, it doesn’t. It means you’re responding quite naturally to foreplay. Foreplay is all the things lovers do to excite each other so they both can’t wait to fuck.”

“Are we lovers? Because I’m going say it, I can’t wait to fuck. I’ve never done it, and last week I would have been horrified at the thought. Would fucking give me an orgasm like you gave me sucking my pussy? Now I’m being terrible, I’m saying all the things I’ve been thinking. But I’m all squirly inside again. I want so badly to touch myself. To masturbate.” She stopped again. Then she whispered in my ear. “Would you think I was terrible if I told you I want you to play with me? I want you to masturbate me. I want you to make me have an orgasm. I want you to watch me. Would you take your clothes off for me? I long to see you just like you were last week. Naked. That’s another dirty word, and I love it.. I can see you’ve got an erection. It’s showing in your pants. I’m sorry, dear, does that embarrass you? Would you undress and let me see it? I want to play with it” She drew a deep breath. “I want to masturbate your prick and make you ejaculate .again. It was so exciting last time.”

Paddy was squirming in my arms, her hand thrust up her dress. I held her closer, and found my hand on one of her breasts. I just couldn’t help myself, my hand fondled it, feeling the protruding nipple hard under my palm. Undress for her? At that moment I would do anything for her. “Are we lovers?” she’d asked. She wanted me to masturbate her. To fuck her. Was there any other word but lovers?

But at that moment I didn’t want to fuck her. I just wanted to hold her close and kiss her and kiss her again and tell her I loved her so much that nothing mattered but making her happy.

Then my conscience told me I mustn’t risk making this girl fall in love with me just because she was horny. She was sex crazy at the moment, and I was supposed to be helping her, not seducing her affections. What I should do was tell her this was no way to behave with a man she hardly knew,

But akçaabat escort I didn’t. Instead I struggled to keep the lust out of my voice and told her, “Stand up, darling, and I’ll undress for you. And you undress for me and we’ll both be naked. Stark naked. Will that be nice?

Paddy sprang up. “Oh Patrick, you don’t mind? Tell me you really want to fuck me. You’re not just pleasing me?” She was already unzipping her dress, and as it came down I realized just how much this evening had been a set-up. She was wearing no brassiere. Her breasts were bare, the nipples more tumescent than they had been the week before. And she was wearing no panties. Her cunt was bare. Her whole body had been naked under her dress, and as she stepped out of it there was no sign of shyness. She stood up straight and proud, deliberately displaying her body to me, her breasts thrust out, her labia open and glistening with juice from her hungry cunt.

No, I didn’t mind at all. It took me a little longer to strip before I was able to join her, standing naked belly to naked belly with our arms holding each other close. I was almost past caring whether this was the way to behave with an inexperience girl who trusted me, but then I realized how fast she was losing that inexperience.

With all the intimacy we had shared, we had not yet kissed each other. Paddy’s face was radiant, beautiful, her mouth slightly open in a smile. I pressed my mouth to hers, taking advantage of her parted lips to slip my tongue inside and taste the excitement of imminent orgasm. Her tongue did not respond immediately. Perhaps she was as inexperienced at kissing as she was with everything else that was sexual. And this was not just a friendly kiss, it was indeed a sexual kiss. I wondered if it wasn’t in fact becoming a loving kiss on my part. And then her mouth opened, learning how to respond to mine. Our tongues pressed and fondled each other like two copulating snakes. Paddy reached into my mouth with an urgency that matched the pressure of her whole body against mine, and our hands explored each other’s nakedness as if there was no more time. At length she struggled out of my arms and knelt in front of me. “I want to look at your magnificent prick. I want to hold it. I want to eat it. I want to own it. I want to make it perform for me. I want to masturbate it and make it cum and ejaculate for me.” She took my swollen knob into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue and sucked it as she would a lollipop.

She stopped and looked up to my face. “Am I doing it right? Is this what you want? Which is the best part to play with?”

“Honey it’s just great,” I said. “I guess it feels like what your cunt feels like when you masturbate. When you rub my knob with your tongue the skin is so sensitive it’s just excruciating. It’s so intensely exciting I can hardly bear it. The vee place underneath is the sensitive part that gets me worked up, and if I didn’t have an erection already squeezing my whole prick right there would get me going. And then squeezing all the way down my prick stretches the skin everywhere and takes me all the way. It’s just like what the inside of your cunt would do to it.”

“Oh Patrick that sounds lovely.” Paddy let go of my prick and stood up to put her arms round me and press her breasts to my chest once again. “That’s so wonderfully intimate. You’re being so sweet to me and teaching me such lovely things, The trouble is the more intimate we get the more intimate things I want to experience. I want to explore your prick, and explore every part of your body, and make you feel as squirly inside as I do. I’m desperate to have an orgasm, but I want to make you have one too. If you fuck me can we both cum at the same time?”

I doubted it. I felt as if was going to cum at any moment. And all that talk of exploring was reminding me of the akçakale escort exploring of Paddy’s body that lay ahead for me. “I think we can, darling,” I said. “Lie down and let’s try it.”

Paddy was the most enthusiastic pupil I could have wished for. She let go of me and was stretched out on the bed almost as I spoke. “How do you want me?” she asked, holding her arms provocatively open to me. I realized that this was the first time I had been able to look properly at Paddy’s body, at every part of her extended invitingly for me to love. The last time I had been underneath her, my view limited to the extent of her genitalia. The scenery had been delightful and intensely intimate, but not all embracing.

“I want you any way you are,” I said, “especially naked like this and begging to be fucked. But first I have to ask you, are you a virgin?”

Hardly tactful, but I needed to know whether I should be hurting her. Paddy looked at me archly. “That’s not the sort of question a gentleman should be asking a lady,” she reprimanded me. “But I know what you mean. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve done a lot of horse-riding and my hymen broke a few years ago. And Marge made me go on the pill. Will that make it alright?” I began to feel that I was being manipulated. Who was it being educated, I wondered.

I stretched out over Paddy’s nakedness, taking my weight on my elbows, and put my mouth to hers. Her mouth opened hungrily. It was as if in her eagerness she wanted to take me inside her, to consume me. And I would have been happy to be consumed. In a moment my prick had found the wet opening between her cunt lips, even though her thighs were demurely together. My knob felt the pressure of a virgin vagina, and I hesitated. If I waited any longer I would be ejaculating before I had entered her, but I must at all cost be gentle.

Paddy solved the problem for me. Pushing my face away from hers so that she could talk, she whispered urgently, “Don’t stop, Patrick darling. I need you to fuck me. Please darling, I’m ready for you.”

Her legs parted and her pelvis rose off the bed to meet me. As I wondered how she knew I needed her to open her thighs I found myself thrusting, opening the restraining walls of her tunnel and sinking deeper inside her belly. Paddy squealed in delight. “Darling Patrick, you’re really fucking me. I never dreamed it could be like this, I feel as if you belong inside me. For ever and ever.” As my groin locked against hers, I felt a wave of tenderness envelop me. “My darling, I’m feeling the same way. You’ve taken me as far into your body as it’s possible to be. I’ve become a part of you.. You own me. I’m not just penetrating you, I’m part of your body. Physically and mentally,”

Every muscle in my body seemed to relax. If my bladder had been full I would have voided. Instead it was the semen that had for so long been building up in my testicles that poured out of me, spurting into Paddy’s virgin vagina as if it was my whole manhood pouring into her very entrails

Paddy had been gasping, “Oh, Patrick, oh, Patrick” And then her voice was shrill, “OOOH. PATRICK—YOU’RE CUMMING—I CAN FEEL YOU CUMMING INSIDE ME—YOU’R LOVELY HOT CUM—AND I’M GOING TO CUM TOO—I’M GOING TO CUM—I’M CUMMING—OH DARLING, IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE?

And then she was crying, sobbing and crying my name, and I was kissing away the tears while I wallowed in the voluptuous ecstasy of losing my whole body and soul deep inside her.

Her orgasm seemed to last a long time. And when she seemed to be coming down I felt her cunt muscles clenching on me, and she came again, squirming beneath me to feel my prick moving inside her. We lay like that for a long time, not moving, not speaking, till I could keep my weight off her no longer.

My prick slid out of her and I rolled off her and lay beside her, our hands gently exploring each others’ bodies. Paddy locked one thigh over me so that I could fondle the wet softness of her vulva, and I slid down in the bed so that my mouth could find her breast. We slept like that, with my mouth fastened to her nipple as if I would never let her go,

I never did let Paddy go!!!

-The end-

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I’m Melinda, and my sister- my twin sister- is Melissa. At times, we absolutely can’t stand each other- we’ve gotten into a fist fight or two, actually, and too many screaming arguments to count. But that’s normal for siblings.

We were reflections of each other. 48D breasts, round juicy asses, think black hair, slightly tan skin, hazel eyes, and one beauty mark on a cheek (Melissa’s was on the right, mine was on the left).

Even after seventeen years, our parents still mix us up. Which we don’t mind too much., but you’d think they’d know buy the beauty marks or something. But either way, for twins, we’d like to think that’s pretty normal. We can get along, too- also normal for any siblings.

My sister was more vain than I- as a cheerleader, it was almost like it was in her job description or something. She spent at least an hour everyday on her hair and makeup. Meanwhile, I’d take maybe ten minutes to brush through my hair and put a little bit of eyeliner on. She went all out though. Eyeliner, mascara, brush, red lipstick, and lots of foundation for the hickeys that were on her neck so often none of the family asked about them anymore.

That’s what usually set us apart, that’s how Mom and Dad knew who to call who. But when We got home, first thing Lissa did was wash her face and apply a little eyeliner like I had done for the whole day. That’s when it got difficult for my family.

We didn’t dress alike, at least not as far as matching outfits. Though I’m not to vain, I’m proud of my body and have no problem with displaying it. My sister and I both like wearing low cut tops and short shorts. We coordinated our outfits like that, we’d both wear tube tops and miniskirt one day or low cut shirts with short shorts and leggings, stuff like that. Melissa usually took it a step farther than I did though, she’d cut the tube tops even lower than they already wear so the tops of her areolas were exposed and things like that. Or she’d wear a miniskirt but no panties.

I wasn’t a virgin, but I felt no need to be a complete slut like she did. She said it was a cheerleader thing, and I assumed she was telling the truth since one day the entire team came in with see through white t-shirts, no bras, and miniskirts so small they’d’ve had more covered up if they wore ribbons around their waists.

***

“Lissa!” I yelled up the stairs. “If you don’t hurry the fuck up we’ll be late!”

She came prancing down the stairs just then. “Calm your self the hell down, Melinda. We’ll be there on time. Tory actually wants everyone to be a little early today.”

I rolled my eyes. Tory, the captain of the stupid cheer team. My sister was second in command, but whatever Tory send was law.

I slipped on my sneakers and headed out, not bothering to wait for my slowpoke sister.

The school is only four blocks away. As we walked, Melissa caught up with me, clicking along in heels, we talked and joked.

No sooner than Lissa saw Tory did she leave me with a little wave in my general direction. I just rolled my eyes again.

“Melinda!” I heard behind me. I spun around, smiling inwardly as my boobs shook. It was James, my “friend with benefits,” as he liked to call himself.

He put his arms around me, his hands immediately dropping to my ass. I didn’t really understand why we didn’t just go out, I mean, I’d lost my virginity to him anyways. But he had an on and off girlfriend. Apparently, right now they were off.

“Hi,” I said, my arms reaching up and going around his neck. I smiled up at him, tilting my face back to get a good look at him. He leaned down, and his lips pressed against mine.

Our lips parted at almost the same time. Our tongues danced sarıyer escort together.

I heard a little cough behind me. I reluctantly pulled away from him to turn and face the whoever decided to interrupt us.

It was Tory. Followed my her minions. Including my sister.

Oh, did I mention that his on off girlfriend was Tory?

“What do you want?” I said. His arms wrapped around me.

She ignored me. “James, a word?” She batted her mascara coated eyelashes.

“Not right now,” he said, his lips lowered onto my neck. I closed my eyes.

“Get your hands off that heartless bitch, James!” she shrieked.

I opened my eyes, steaming mad. I pulled away from James, getting right in Tory’s face. “What the fuck did you say?”

“Read my damn lips!” she shouted at me.

“It’s kinda difficult when I’m watching the pounds of makeup running down your ugly ass face!”

Tory seemed temporarily stunned. One of her follows stepped up. Of course, it just had to be my sister.

“Make runs away from your face,” she yelled.

“And it runs off this bitch’s face,” I said, my voice was menacing. “There’s no damned reason to put seven pounds of makeup on every morning.”

Tory was beyond words. She swung for my face. I rolled my eyes at the her. She had a right hook that was pretty much slow motion. I grabbed her fist like those people in the movies do. I twisted her arm, bringing her to her knees. “Do something now you fucking whore!” I shouted at her.

I gasped as I felt three hard blows into my back. I let go of Tory, spinning around, my fist balled and moving toward my attacker’s face.

I didn’t have time to stop before my fist collided, quite hard, with my sister’s face.

I got jumped after that. James was holding Tory back, whispering to her. Probably about how he just wanted to kiss someone, and since it couldn’t be her, she settled for me because I’m easy or something.

Tory’s disciples were attacking me. There wasn’t much I could do with at least fourteen girls attacking me. I was strong, but not that strong.

After they were satisfied with the beating they’d given me, they backed away. The hardest hits had been from my sister. I thought it was kind of ironic that I’d taught her how to hit that hard.

When they moved away I got back in Tory’s face, and before anyone could do anything, I spit in it.

She was shocked, she didn’t even move. I heard a bell ring from within the school, and went inside.

***

Between fourth and fifth period I went in the bathroom to see how bad it was. I was surprised that my face wasn’t as bruised as I thought it would be. The worst black and blue anywhere near my face was just a little above my collarbone.

I hated people and their damn phones. By the end of first period it had gotten around that I’d got jumped. But, since I’d had the last laugh of it, everyone was saying that I won. So I guess it wasn’t too bad overall.

When I got home that day, Melissa refused to talk to me. She was freaking out about the huge bruise I’d given her on her cheek.

I’d gotten detention, along with the all the cheerleaders and James.

During the detention, the teacher fell asleep, no one dared to leave because the principle was on guard. But James sat me on his lap in his desk and we had a half hour long make out session. Tory had been fuming the whole time.

It had been a month, and Melissa was finally starting to talk to me again. At first, she’d had a screaming argument with my mom about letting her move into the attic. Mom said no.

So this morning, we actually walked together for the first time since the fight. We talked a bit, sefaköy escort but it was a little awkward.

James was waiting for me when we got there. Tory had already found a new boyfriend, already fucked him. And, unsurprisingly, was cheating on him.

“Hey,” he said when we got there. He put his arm around my waist and walked me to class. Melissa, of course, went to go find the whore.

So after school, James walked me home. The whore came with us, she was going to be at my house for a few hours. Ugh! When we got home, we let my sister and the slut pass before James kissed me long and hard on the porch, before groping my ass for a second and leaving with a semi-hard dick that I wanted back inside me.

I went inside and flipped on the TV. Melissa and the whore were upstairs, so I had no intention of going up there.

I flipped through the channels for about a hour and a half, I’d made a couple circles. There was nothing on. I planned on making another loop but when I heard an odd muffled noise from upstairs I muted the TV and decided to go see what the hell they were doing.

I sneaked upstairs silently, avoiding all the floorboards that made too much noise. I peeked through the crack in the bedroom door, expecting to see them quietly practicing some retarded little cheer or whatever.

Instead, I saw Tory on all fours on Melissa’s bed, panting and moaning softly. Melissa’s had was pounding in and out of her sloppy wet pussy. I was horrified for two reasons. First, my sister- my own sister!- was fisting the whore. Second, because in the back of my mind I was getting very turned on.

I could feel my nipples getting hard, my pussy was just a little bit slick. I went back downstairs before they would notice me and pulled my pants down, our parents weren’t due home for another few hours, a friend’s birthday party or something right after work.

So I slipped down my shorts and panties and closed my eyes, moaning quietly as I slid my middle finger- that was all that would fit- inside my hole and slowly fingering myself. I was panting and moaning and completely lost in myself. I was getting so close to orgasm. The fantasy I was having was sick. Melissa was pounding me out, saying nasty things to me and telling me how much she loved me.

So I gasped and jerked up when I felt something moist on my right tit and clit.

“What-?” I jumped onto my feet, my pussy was so tense it hurt. It had been Tory’s tongue on my clit, and my sister’s mouth on my nipple.

“Oh, c’mon sis,” Melissa said, standing up and grabbing my tits, groping them. “Let us help you.”

“I don’t want that little whore anywhere near me,” I said, stepping away from Melissa’s touch.

“We don’t bite… hard.” Melissa moved closer again, I wasn’t expecting her move. She put her arms around my waist, pinning my arms to my sides, and reached down my ass to my pussy lips. She spread me open.

“Lissa! What’re you- oh fuck!”

Tory’s tongue slid inside me. Her thumb teased my clit.

Since it was so unexpected, I let out an involuntary moan. After which, I turned scarlet red and opened my mouth to protest. Melissa slid her tongue into my mouth.

I tried to pull away, but once again my sister demonstrated her incredible strength and held me there while she kissed me and Tory tongued me to orgasm.

I couldn’t deny, Tory’s tongue felt amazing. She slid it in and out of me, ran it all over my labia, and sucked on my clit. It wasn’t long before I lost control and my moans filled my sister’s mouth like her tongue was filling mine. I came hard in Tory’s mouth, I could feel her lapping up my juices as they spilled out.

By then, I’d seyrantepe escort lost my will. I wanted them to take me. I forgot myself, forgot about James, forgot my name.

My clit was throbbing and burning, demanding attention.

“Please, fuck me!” I begged. “Please! Do whatever you want to me, my body is yours!”

“Good girl,” Melissa said, releasing me. She sat down on the couch, and Tory sat next to her about a foot apart. They spread their legs at almost the same time.

“We’ll help you if you help us,” Tory said. She spread her pussy lips. She was shining, probably from the session with Melissa.

“Who’s going first?” I asked. I didn’t care that they were going to use me. I just wanted to cum, badly. I guess I was multi-orgasmic, because I knew with how horny I was I could go for a while.

“Both at the same time,” Tory said, taking control. “You’ll eat one of us while you finger the other. When both of us cum, you’ll switch.”

I got down in front of my sister first. “We both have to cum twice,” Tory reminded me. “Once form eating us, once from fingering us.”

I nodded, sliding my hand up Tory’s thigh while I lowered my head to my sister’s cunt.

She smelled good, tasted better. I eagerly lapped at her juices, I ran my tongue up and down her whole slit like Tory had done to me. I pumped Tory as fast as I as able from my position.

Both had their heads thrown back and were moaning quite loud. It turned me on to hear them, my pussy was getting wet and tense again. My clit was still burning and throbbing so hard it was almost painful.

I slid my tongue in Melissa’s hole, and at the same time I pressed my thumb into Tory’s clit. They both let out a loud moan and came almost at the same time. I sucked Melissa’s hole, wanting every drop of her.

Tory soaked my hand. I sucked on my fingers, she didn’t taste as good as my sister, but it was enjoyable all the same.

I switched. It took me a little longer, probably because they were both exhausted from just cumming. It didn’t take too long though, I was apparently good at this sort of thing.

After both of them soaked me again, they gave me naughty smiles and said “Your turn,” together in seductive voices.

Melissa started to kiss my slowly on my neck while Tory went down on me. They had me laying on the couch, legs spread. Melissa was sitting on my stomach, without putting any of her weight on me, and her sloppy pussy was still warm and oozing slowly.

“Say dirty things to us, Melinda,” my sister whispered in my ear, grazing on it. I shuddered. “You can do it, talk dirty to us.”

Tory sucked on my folds lovingly, her thumb and forefinger pinched my clit. My sister’s lips moved down my neck, trailing along my collarbone, and finally making their way to my nipple. She teased my left nipples with her fingers while she kissed my right, and vice versa.

“Ah,” I moaned, my hips were slowly rotating. “Ah, right there, right there! Ah, fuck yes! Mmm, that’s it. Eat my pussy. Ah, fuck! Yes, yes, yes! Oh, my clit is burning! Ah, fuck! Yes! Oh God! Fuck me!”

Tory slipped two fingers inside of me, her perfectly manicured nails scraped against my insides but the pain felt good. She slowly pumped them in and out, my pussy was wrapped around her fingers like shrink wrap, I was so tight.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned with every push in. “Ah, I’m so fucking tight. You’re so good, so good!” My body started to rock, my hips ground against Tory’s fingers. Melissa’s mouth locked onto mine. My pussy tightened on her fingers and I lost control of myself.

I was exhausted and panting when it was over. That had to have been the biggest climax I’d ever had. Tory and Melissa got back down near my pussy and cleaned all my juices up.

We went upstairs and locked the bedroom door, after a couple more fucks we fell asleep, Tory was in my arms, Melissa’s were wrapped around her from the back.

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Amos slid a CD into his stereo and sat back while the machine ate, digested, and began to play. He tipped his chair back and balanced precariously, occasionally looking at the bank of video screens before him. Amos felt lucky, he had been hired as a security guard during the Christmas season, and management like the job he did so well, he was hired on a full time basis.
Yeah, right, he thought to himself. He was simply the token black dude, the only black employee in a store filled with 38 employees. He was certain that the only reason he was hired was because he was locked away in the small concrete office, where the average rich white guy couldn’t see him. Amos didn’t have to like it, to take home a substantial paycheck. He just listened to his music and checked out the sweet-assed tail wandering through the store. Theft? Sure, there was theft, the store was full of light fingered guys and girls, some were his acquaintances. Who cared? If they needed the shit, they could have it. He knew how it was. Of course if they threatened his sweet job, they were going down. He didn’t know them well enough to give up 800 per month and a 10 percent discount.
“Security, please keep an eye on isle 13,” a voice came from behind his head. He slammed the feet of his chair down on the floor and turned to press the intercom button.
“What’s up, Mikey?”
“Two guys with a sack. One is blocking while the other stuffs the bag. Get some video.”
“Ok.”
Amos didn’t like the manager, Michael B. Cox Jr. He had been a classmate back in ’98. Now he was a manager? Who’s ass had he been kissing?”
Amos changed the view of the closest camera, while drumming on the desk with his left hand. He had to drop the camera to the limits of it’s range, before he caught a glimpse of the two thieves. He started the video and sat back watching. He was practically looking down into the bag from directly above. He got some really righteous video of the bag being stuffed to the breaking point.
“Got it,” Amos said slapping the button on the intercom.
“Ok, come on down and give me a hand,” Mike said as he left his own office, far above the store. Amos sprinted down the hallway and followed Mike down the stairs. They intercepted the two guys as they were leaving the store. One struggled, the other ran. Amos tackled him just outside of the store. His face hit the pavement. He heard murmured complaints from the gathering crowd.
“What the hell are you doing?” A fat man in a trenchcoat growled, about to reach for Amos.
Amos held the thieve’s hand behind his back as he stood and turned him toward the store.
“Touch me, you fat fuck, and I’ll break your fucking face. Get out of my way,” he growled to the crowd gathering before the door. Mike put tie-wrap around the second boy’s hands, then pushed both toward a bench near the front door. Gloria, a fine looking redhead, was scooping up the spilled, stolen loot. She had a great pair of legs, the kind you’d like to lick for hours. They were peaking out beneath a short store uniform skirt. She made the uniform look exquisite.
“Let me help,” Amos said, getting a good look at Gloria’s panties as he did. They gathered up the stolen items and handed the bag to Mike, who glowered at Amos. He had seen Amos looking under Gloria’s skirt, and he didn’t like it. He had personal interests in Gloria.
“Get a tape ready, in case the cops want it,” Mike growled.
“If the cops ask for it, I’ll get it ready. Otherwise I have better things to do,” Amos said, pushing by the sanctimonious asshole. He didn’t work for Michael B. Cox Jr., and he certainly didn’t take orders from him. He worked directly for upper management.
Sweating after his little workout, he stopped by the employee’s bathroom on the way back to the booth. He washed his hands and face, while thinking about Gloria’s cute little panties. He wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that stuff. She was a babe and a half. I fine piece of snatch. He pulled the keys out of his metal key chain and unlocked the door. It was a typical day.
Amos resumed his seat, popped the tape out of the vcr, and started to turn the camera back to it’s original position. He froze as he noticed Gloria appearing on camera. She began putting several of the stolen items back on the shelf, while he looked directly down her cleavage. If she would just open her blouse one more button, he could see her nipples. As it was, his cock was hard and throbbing, just from the slight view of those fabulous globes. She spoke to somebody off camera, nodded and waved, then disappeared.
Amos grabbed his cock through the material of his pants and held it, while moving the camera to capture Gloria again. She was moving too quickly. He stopped the camera and moaned, while holding his cock in a death grip. He was really turned on.
He quickly checked the screens until he saw a young girl going toward the changing rooms. He followed her for a moment, then realized that camera 2 would have a better view. He changed cameras, panning the camera left and down until it looked into the changing room.
The changing rooms were new. The old rooms were completely enclosed. But due to a massive amount of theft, the top and bottoms of the doors were now missing, so the clerk could watch people change, without actually seeing them naked. The planners had considered the cameras, and positioned them where they would not look down into the changing room and invade the privacy of it’s customers. They did not plan on the addition of full-length mirrors, added several months later. Through the mirror, Amos had a view of the girl as she stripped, naked from the knees up.
“Oh yes!” Amos screamed. He bounced in his chair, then pounded on the table in glee. She was a sweet young thing with fantastic tits, and a nice pelt of light brown hair above her pussy. As she bent over, she displayed a perfect ass to the mirror, and Amos almost fainted. He moaned in pent-up passion, holding his huge, throbbing cock in his hand. He needed some relief. He belatedly shoved a tape into the recorder and started recording the fantastic show. Eager for relief, he wished there was some way to get Gloria into the booth so he could fuck her eyes out. He couldn’t, that would take time and he didn’t have any. He needed relief now. That left only himself. He desperately dug his cock out of his pants, while watching the sweet young thing pull on a silvery thong. She followed it with a bra of the same color.
Amos pulled a box of kleenex close to him and began slowly stroking his huge cock. He couldn’t wait for that sweet whore to take off those underthings again. He could practically taste her sweet, white pussy. To his intense disappointment, she simply stepped back into her crude cotton underwear and slipped them on over the new stuff. In a moment she slid back into her dress, slipped on her shoes and came out to drop the spare underwear onto the nearby counter in unconcern. Two minutes later she was out of the store and gone with her stolen undies.
“Fuck,” Amos swore, still stroking his cock. It was throbbing in his hand. The head was huge and swollen, the veins throbbed on the side of his long piece of black meat. Lubricant escaped from the tiny hole in the end helping to lubricate his hand. He slowly slid his hand up and down over his cock, while he used the other hand to look for another girl. The best he could find was Brenda, sitting in a short (unofficial) store uniform which consisted of a light blue cotton blouse and a short black skirt (pants were optional). Brenda was the babe at the perfume counter, every store had one. She loved those short skirts, Amos thought as he panned in on her crossed legs. When her legs filled his view screen, up to mid- thigh, he left the camera focused on her legs while he stroked his cock.
The only sound in the quiet room was the liquid sound of his hand sliding up and down on his cock, and his harsh breathing. The smell of his own lubricant was discernable, but not overly strong. The fire in his balls was fantastic. The fire built to a hotter level, becoming unpleasant. He moaned, stroking faster until he felt himself coming. He grabbed a handful of kleenex and slapped it over the head of his cock, as it began spurting hot, thick cum into his hand.
He held his cock in a death-grip, as if he were trying to chock it. He gasped, hunching over his spurting cock until it grew less urgent. The spurts of cum slowed, then stopped. His cock continued to spasm silivri escort for several seconds, before it stilled completely.
Amos balled up the kleenex and wiped the end of his cock. He stared to toss it into the waist basket, then thought better of it. He didn’t want the smell of cum to fill his booth when Ellen relieved him. Ellen was a huge white bitch with an attitude. She would squeal for hours, about every little thing. She was fat, about 45 years old, and really obnoxious. Amos was sure that she’d never been fucked more than once in her entire life, and she was married, which accounted for her one fuck. Every bitch got fucked on her honeymoon. Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine her husband wanting a piece of that fat ass.
Amos washed up and got rid of the kleenex in the nearby bathroom. He took his time about getting back to his office. Three women stripped down to their underwear later that afternoon, but he didn’t really see anything. He’s seen underwear before. The store was full of it. He recorded them anyway, just for the hell of it. When he rerecorded the tape and cut out the crap, maybe he could slip in some quick clips of half naked women. It should be worth a lot of money, if sold on the internet.
The cops didn’t show up during his watch. Good, some might remember him from previous misunderstandings. He labeled the tape and left it for Ellen’s watch.

Amos arrived early the next morning. He read a brief note from Ellen, saying an officer had picked up the tape. He balled up the note and tossed it into the trash. He noticed that Ellen had left her cellphone on the counter near the bank of vcr’s. He flipped it open and looked at it, then tossed it back on the shelf. It must be nice to be rich, he thought to himself. His girlfriend was a substitute school teacher. Between the two of them they barely made enough to survive. Ellen’s husband was a medical transcriptionist. She could afford all the phones she wanted.
His first unofficial act of the day was to change all security cameras to face the changing room. When he found three which wouldn’t show them, he repositioned them to view other interesting sights, such as one which showed an excellent view of Candy’s checkout counter, and her large, bouncy breasts, and two which could catch women as they waited in the checkout lanes, to view their cleavage. That left four cameras for the changing rooms. He focused each on the nearest changing room mirror, then took down a pile of old tapes and slapped them into the eraser/rewinder one at a time. Everything was ready. He fed his stereo another cd and sat back to watch. It was early, there wouldn’t be much action until around noon, and it would really pick up after school and work. Until then he could chill.
His first interesting bitch of the day was a middle-aged white woman in a red blouse. Her face looked pinched and too severe to be strikingly beautiful, but she was fine just the same. Her body was fucking perfect, absolutely perfect. She had a pair of black pants with a wide black belt. He perked up when he saw her hold a sexy blue teddy, then pick out a black sports bra and matching panties. He started the recorder long before she reached the dressing room. He willed her toward the first three changing room in a line of 5. The last two were out of range from the cameras. Through his will or her own, she chose number three.
Amos licked his lips and sat closer, as the door slammed shut behind her shapely ass. She turned, locked the door and actually looked up at the cameras. He froze, afraid that she would stop, but she didn’t. She began unbuttoning her red blouse, while watching her own reflection in the mirror. Her blouse came off in a dramatic flourish of red cloth. She was wearing a black bra beneath it. It was a nice bra, lined with black lace across the top. Amos’ own girlfriend had one just like it. He liked it because it showed a lot of tit when she bent forward.
He watched breathlessly as she reached behind her for the bra clasp. She was a little old for Amos, but she was so hot that it really didn’t matter. Her bra jumped off her chest, as the clasp came undone. She let it slide down her arms, giving Amos his first view of her fabulous breast.
“Oh, baby you are so fucking sweet,” he gasped, holding his cock through the material of his jeans. He adjusted the focus on the camera until it was just right, then sat back breathlessly waiting for the panties to come off. She grabbed the belt buckle, jerked it open, then unsnapped her pants. She forced them down with a brief struggle, then stood facing the mirror in her black panties. Amos knew this would look perfect on tape. He would make a fortune, with a few more women like her. Her breast were firm, they jiggled at each slight move of her body. As she bent forward to slide down her black panties, they hung out in front of her, just begging to be held. Then she stood and he had a perfect view of her naked beauty.
“Oh mama,” he moaned, kneading his cock in his pants. It was aching, begging for a hot, wet pussy to fuck. But once more there was none around. He needed to make arrangements, if he was to continue his new hobby. She had a perfect body, slender arms and legs, an ample chest, and full beautiful hips that begged to be held, as a hard cock was rammed up her ass. She had a small black pelt of hair above her pussy. As she stepped forward to retrieve the new panties, he saw the darker area around her pussy. The pussy itself had almost no pussy lips, it was small, almost girl-like. The ass was round and perfect.
Amos licked his lips and leaned closer. He was shaking now. His mouth was dry. He focused on her pussy until she pulled the new panties up and covered it. His attention moved to her tits. They jiggled so nicely when she moved. It was a shame to cover them in the black sports bra. She stood tall and turned this way and that, admiring her figure in the mirror. It was worth admiring. In fact it was perfect. Her husband was a lucky dude, Amos thought as he ogled her slender body. He watched breathlessly while she removed the new underwear and tried on the blue teddy. It was magnificent.
By the time that she changed back into her original clothes, and went up to the check-out counter, there was a wet spot on the front of Amos’ jeans. His balls were aching with pent-up, restrained passion. He wanted to get Gloria into the booth, but how? He was sure he could fuck her, if he could ever get her alone. She seemed cordial, innocent, and interested.
Amos used one of the spare cameras to search for Gloria. It was Friday, she sometimes took Friday off to take care of her invalid mother. To his disappointment, he discovered that she was nowhere in the store. Was there anyone else? No, the women were either hostile, vague, or nervous around him. He had no chance with them, at least not in one day. Maybe if he worked on one for a while…
Amos noticed movement toward the changing room. He slid over to look at the screen. It was a huge cow of a woman. She must go 300 or 400 pounds. He watched out of idle curiosity, but was actually relieved when she left the booth. No more of that shit, he decided. Over the next two hours fifteen people used the booths. The women never changed out of their underwear, and the men didn’t interest him.
“Come on,” he whispered, looking at the clock. It was 2:00 o’clock, three hours before quitting time. He wanted some action. Maybe he could take his tape home and screw Ruth, while watching it.
His wishes were suddenly fulfilled when two sweet young schoolgirls headed for booth number two, with an armload of clothing. Giggling and talking in an intimate fashion that only young women could get away with, they stripped one item of clothing at a time, then stood naked, admiring each other in the mirror as they talked of school, boys, or shopping.
Amos sat with his eyes glued to the screen. He couldn’t believe his luck. There they stood, stark naked in all their splendid, youthful glory, chatting away, while he sat ogling their heavenly nakedness at his ease.
“You sweet little bitches,” he growled, while digging his huge, throbbing cock out of his pants. “You sweet little fucking bitches,” he said, while stroking his enormous cock in his right hand. They went through three changes of underwear, while he watched breathlessly, stroking his penis in his hand.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!” The blast of Ellen’s voice made him suddenly tuzla escort aware of her presence, directly behind him. His cock began to wilt in fear. He would be canned, and kicked out in disgrace. He wouldn’t be able to work as a dog groomer, much less a security guard. There she was, standing beside him, looking down in scorn and disgust at the cock in his hand.
“Ah… personal inspection,” he mumbled.
“Say what?”
“My cock itched so I scratched it.”
“You lying fuck. You were watching those girls and jerking off.”
“So what? What the fuck do you want?” he asked in annoyance, shoving his cock back into his pants.
“You’re even recording them,” she screeched, slapping the off button on the vcr. He looked back at the screen and saw the blonde of the two slipping on a pair of panties. He felt his cock hardening, even under such extreme circumstances.
“Get the fuck out of here,” she screamed, standing so her body covered the screen.
“Fuck off, I don’t work for you. You get your own fat ass out of here. Now, before I kick it,” he yelled, leaping to his feet. By standing he forced her back against the counter. She looked a little surprised as he towered over her, glowering down at her face, then her breasts, which looked enormous in the thin white cotton blouse. He’s never seen her out of uniform before. She was pudgy around the waist, and sort of ugly, but those tits were fantastic, especially when he was as horny as he was now. Once again he looked at the young girls over her shoulder. The black haired girl was bent over, pulling on her panties, while the blonde finished snapping a bra and turning it around so the snaps were on the back. They were hot little bitches, but if he couldn’t have them, what about having Ellen? He felt a little sick as he thought of it, but his cock was hard, demanding attention.
He leaned forward until his chest touched her’s, the bulge of his cock slid up to touch her pelvis. She looked down in surprise.
“Wh… what are you doing?” she asked, a little fearfully.
“When’s the last time you had a good fuck, Ellen?”
“I… none of your business,” she said defensively.
“Maybe not, but I can give you one now.”
“Why would you do that? You don’t even like me.”
“I don’t have to like you to fuck you,” Amos said, placing his hands on her enormous breasts. She shuddered under his touch, but didn’t scream or struggle to escape. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned slightly against him. He unbuttoned her blouse with shaking hands and pulled it open. He was amazed to see that she was wearing a man’s t-shirt. He gave her closed eyes a skeptical look, then pulled the t-shirt up and over her head. She was not exactly a supermodel, but he had nothing else at hand to fuck, except his own hand. Ellen was better than his hand, barely.
He cupped her mellon-like breasts in his hands and kneaded them while twisting her nipples with his thumbs. She melted, settling back to the counter, looking a lot like a big white female Buddha.
Suddenly her eyes flew open. She looked up at his face hopefully, then down at his crotch. Before he knew what was happening, her fumbling fingers yanked down his trowsers and his shorts with them. He was naked from the waist down. His huge cock thrust out before him like the tail of an ox. Her hands went to it immediately. She pushed him away and sank to her knees. Before he could stop her, her mouth engulfed the end of his cock, then half of it’s length disappeared down her throat. Amos was big, nearly 11 inches long and three inches thick. He was surprise to see so much of his cock disappear into a human mouth. He was big.
But she did swallow his huge cock and she seemed to enjoy it. Amos did too. He felt his knees melting as her buttery soft mouth slid back and forth on his cock. He stumbled back until the chair hit the back of his legs. He fell into the chair with a loud crash.
Ellen eagerly followed his swinging dick with an open mouth. The moment he settled into the chair, she leaped on his cock with her open mouth and swallowed him. It was just what he needed. He watched the two beautiful girls on the screen, while Ellen’s head bobbed up and down in his lap. He looked down occasionally, because he liked the contrast between her white hand, and light brown hair, against his own dark brown skin. She wasn’t his pick as an ideal mate, but damned she sure knew how to suck a dick. He felt his balls churning already, and she had only been going at it for 5 or 6 minutes. He normally lasted 15 or 20 at least, but he was about to explode in her mouth.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled, looking down at Ellen. She smiled up at him, while continuing his blowjob.
“Uh-huh,” she said eagerly.
“Oh fuck!” he yelled, mindless of the other’s in the building, or the offices next door. “Oh, suck me, bitch,” he hissed, holding the back of her head down with both hands. He pushed her head up and down on his cock, feeling the fire building to the point of explosion.
“Oh fuck!” he screamed. His cock began spurting cum into Ellen’s eager mouth. She chocked for a moment, then sucked madly until she caught up. He felt spurt after spur shoot down his long, fleshy tube, into her warm lips. Sucking his cock like a straw, she ran her hand up and down it’s length, milking the last few drops of hot cum out to her waiting lips. She finally stopped and waited for him to quiet. His orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, gradually diminishing one small tremor at a time. He grew aware of Ellen, looking up and waiting, with her hot mouth still wrapped around his cock, sucking gently. He pulled her head up and looked her in the face.
“That was good, Ellen, real fucking good.”
“Thanks. Can you still fuck me?”
“Not yet, give me a few minutes to get hard again,” he said, now finding it hard to look her in the face. Despite all her talents, she was still one ugly bitch. He looked up at the security screen and found the girls gone. Too bad, and Ellen had turned off the tape, so he couldn’t watch them later.
What would Ruth say if she caught him with Ellen? Amos suddenly wondered. She would be pissed, real fucking pissed. Women were strange, they only wanted you to mess around with a woman who was better than them, it was a point of honor. Oh, she would still be pissed, and probably shoot his ass, but not as pissed as she would be if he fucked an ugly girl. He had to do whatever it took to keep Ellen quiet, even if it meant fucking her once a week for the rest of his life.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Ellen asked hopefully. He knew what she meant, but he didn’t want her to touch him, until he grew horny again. A horny man would do anything. Any man could tell you that.
Suddenly he saw his salvation heading toward the changing rooms. It was a blonde holding a selection of bathing suits. Amos knew of no way to try on a bathing suit, without stripping. He reached up and adjusted the focus, while the woman turned and locked the door.
“That’s really sick,” Ellen said.
“Yeah, but it’s going to get you fucked,” he said in a distracted manner. He reached up and pressed the record button. Ellen heard the whir of the tape starting in the quiet room. She didn’t comment. She wanted to feel that hard cock sliding up her pussy, and if he had to watch women on camera to do so, she would wait silently.
“A man hasn’t fucked me for a long time,” Ellen said thoughtfully.
“I know,” he said absently, resting his chin against his hands on the counter.
“You knew I was bi-sexual?” she asked in surprise.
“No, I didn’t know that,” he blinked, looking around at her. “You mean you eat pussy?”
“Yeah. Don’t you?”
“No, fuck no,” he said in disgust. “I’m not going to lick that slimy thing.”
“It’s delicious,” she said, looking at the now naked blonde on the screen. “I’d eat her,” Ellen pointed at the blonde on the screen.
“If she let you.”
“She might, women have different standards than a man. I’ve eaten one girl in this store already,” she said enticingly.
“Gloria?”
“No, Candy,” she said with a frown. “I’ve never cornered Gloria, but I think she’d let me.
Amos hear his own thoughts echoed by her. What was it about Gloria that made people think she was easy? Even Mikey thought he had a chance with her and he was a dweeb. Amos suddenly realized that his cock was as hard as rock. Of course üsküdar escort that was what Ellen intended with her conversation. But now she seemed distracted.
“When did you eat Candy?”
“Right here in this room, about two weeks ago, after the store closed,” she said, lifting her chin in defiance.
“Damned,” he said, looking at the monitor which viewed Candy’s cleavage from above.
“Are you ready?” Ellen asked suddenly. He looked down in his own lap to see his cock huge, straining to reach a pussy. It vibrated a little, in time with his heartbeat.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” he said. “How do you want it?”
“Bent over the desk,” she said, sliding her oversized levis down off her hips, belt and all. She turned and he was suddenly confronted by a huge pair of butt cheeks. Somehow, he found them to be extremely sexy. He normally didn’t like a fat ass, but as horny as he was now, they looked fine. He sank down to his knees behind her and kissed one fat butt cheek, while he kneaded her flesh in his hands. He paid a lot of attention to the right butt cheek first, then switched to the left. He was kissing the lower part of her butt cheek, when his eyes suddenly fell upon her small pussy, nestled snugly between two fat thighs. From his angle it was hairless, lipless, and inviting. Could he lick a pussy, he wondered? It didn’t smell bad, exactly. White guys did it, why not him?
Would a white pussy taste different from a black one? He pushed his face closer to her pussy and sniffed. She waited patently, not sure what was going on down in her ass, but patiently awaiting the hard cock he had promised her. The wait seemed long. She was shocked when she first felt the pair of lips touch her sensitive pussy. As his tongue tentatively probed her depths, she gasped and opened her legs. His tongue snaked into her pussy lips again, then his lips were glued to her pussy. He sucked and tongued her pussy with a vengeance.
Ellen had never expected this. She had talked to Amos before and knew he didn’t eat pussy. So why was she the lucky one? She didn’t know, but she certainly enjoyed being the first recipient of a good pussy eating. He was a little rough, but intuitive. His tongue seemed to strike all the right places. It probed everywhere, licked everything, and made her feel wonderful. Her ass was full of fire in no time.
As his mouth worked in her pussy, she looked up at the blonde on the tv screen and suddenly didn’t object to watching a sexy woman strip. Licking her lips in hunger, she watched the sweet ass of the woman as she bent over and stepped into her panties. She slipped on the bra, then redressed, all while Ellen receive a good eating, bent over the desk. She felt a great loss when Amos finally stood, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and inserted his cock into the entrance to her pussy. She stiffened and gasped when the huge piece of meat filled her opening. Even the dildos she used were not that big. And a real cock was very soft and very hot. She preferred a cock.
Amos was pleasantly surprised when his huge cock slid all the way into Ellen’s pussy. Not many women could take his cock, he admired the women who could. Ellen simply shifted her feet, widening her stance, as he began pounding away, his hips bouncing off her fat ass, setting them to jiggling in a somehow sexy manner which drove Amos crazy. He grabbed huge handfuls of fat ass cheeks and held on, while he plunged his cock up into her wet steaming hot pussy. It was the best fuck he’d ever had. He had been told that a fat woman was hotter and tighter that a normal woman. Now he knew it was true. Her pussy was extremely tight, grabbing his cock and holding it, as he pulled out. It was buttery soft and hot as hell, as was her ass against his hips.
Her figure was not exactly pleasant to look at. As she rested her stomach on the desk it spread at the sides making her look like a huge white frog. Her breast were more appealing, spreading out on either side of her body, the dark red nipples bouncing under his brutal attack. For some reason he thought of two bald men nodding, and the thought almost made him laugh out loud, which could have been disastrous. Few women liked to hear a man laugh while they were having sex, or when she stripped, for that matter.
Her pussy was really juicy now. He could feel her juices coating his cock, balls, and hips. A glistening layer of juice even covered her ass. He massaged the lubricant into her fat ass with both hands, while he pelted away at her pussy. It was wonderful, feeling a pussy engulf the full length of his shaft. His balls were smashing into her pussy, stimulating her clit with each slapping contact.
Ellen turned her head to the side and lay moaning. She jerked with each ramming attack of his penis. Her attention suddenly went to her huge breast. She pulled it to her lips and sucked, while bouncing on the desk.
“That is so fucking sexy,” Amos moaned. The smell of pussy was strong in the room and that too added to the sexiness of the situation. There were no sounds to distract them. He could hear nothing but the sound of them making love. Ellen’s harsh breathing joined his in the quiet room to create a confusion of echoes.
Although the air in the room was cool on their bodies, Ellen’s ass was hot and soft to the touch. Amos leaned forward, resting his chest against her soft back, while maintaining his ramming attack on her vagina.
It wouldn’t be long now, Amos thought. The fire was building in his loins again. Even after his fantastic blowjob, he would cum big. There was a slight sheen of sweat on his body. Ellen seemed calm and cool. Of course her body was lying on the cold surface of the desk, and Amos was doing all the work.
“I’m fucking coming,” he moaned suddenly. Ellen’s head came up off the desk. She had postponed her orgasm by thinking of other things, but maybe she had waited too long. In desperation she tried to reach behind her and stimulate her clit, but she couldn’t do it from the angle she was in. She lifted her right leg and pulled it up on the desk. Now she could reach her clit. She found her clit with three fingers and rotated them over it. The wet, mushy flesh of her pussy jiggled and rotated around her rapidly spinning fingers. Eager to cum when Amos did, she stirred her mushy pudding in desperation. She didn’t want to be left hanging, after all the wonderful experiences of the afternoon. That would spoil everything.
“Almost,” Amos panted behind her. “Almost there,” he repeated, slapping his cock against her wet pussy. He could feel her busy fingers working against his balls. He knew what she was doing, but it was too late to hold off. His orgasm had begun.
“Oh, fuck!” he screamed, stiffening with his cock held tightly against her pussy. His hips mashed her huge ass cheeks out of shape. Her fingers flew in her pussy, trying to bring forth her orgasm. She rubbed and rotated her ass against his hips, feeling his long piece of meat churning the butter inside her loins. She was so close, so damned close.
Ellen felt a movement at the entrance to her ass. She knew it wasn’t his cock, because she could feel it wilting inside her. Suddenly she felt a well-lubricate thumb being thrust into her ass hole. It was all she needed to achieve her orgasm.
Squealing and screaming, she hunched her pussy against him, while he patiently stood and waited for her to finish her orgasm. Even his semi-soft cock was larger than most men. She hunched her ass against him, feeling his cock wag and rotate inside her pussy. It was wonderful, blissful. She squealed, and grunted as her pussy spasmed, it clenched his softening cock in a firm grip and milked it. Some time later she lay panting on the desk, totally fulfilled. She moaned as he pulled his cock out and fell backwards into the chair. The sudden loss of his cock made her feel empty.
“I guess the old saying is true,” she gasped, pulling a package of wipies out of her purse. She handed on to Amos, while she cleaned her own ass and pussy.
“About black men being big?” he asked as he reached for his clothes.
“No, about any port in a storm. I knew you were taping girls, I’m the one who turned your tape off yesterday. You forgot it.”
“Fuck,” he said, remembering that she was right.
“Don’t worry, the cop didn’t notice. I left my phone here so I could come back and catch you. I’m just glad that it was my pussy you used, when you needed one. Are you planning on taping some more tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Amos said. “Unless you have some objection.”
“No, none at all. I will show up an hour early, in case you need a pussy again.”
“I will,” Amos laughed, grabbing her now clothed pussy, “I certainly will.”

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My husband decided to surprise me with a present for our 14th anniversary.  He came home with a very large box and a shit-eating grin on his face, so of course I rushed to open it up.  My mind was racing.  What could possibly be in this huge, heavy box?  My first thought was, “If he bought me a God damned vacuum cleaner, I’m gonna kill him!”  Thankfully, domesticity was not what he had in mind.

As I tore off the wrapping paper the first thing to catch my eye was a picture of a nude couple on the front of the box, with the words “LOVE SWING” boldly written above it.  I looked up at him in amazement.  “You bought me a fucking swing?”

“Baby, I know you’ve wanted one for a long time.”  He said, smiling.

“No sweetheart.”  I said, with only the slightest sarcastic tone.  “You’ve wanted this for a long time, not me.  I wanted a new piece of jewelry.  Let’s face it, you bought yourself an anniversary present.”

“But it’ll be fun baby, you know it will.  Just let me get it set up.”

“OK,” I sighed.  And went back to my computer while he went about setting this contraption up.  The first thing he took out of the box were these big, heavy chains.  I stared at him.  “CHAINS!  You’re putting chains on my ceiling?”

“Relax baby.”  He smiled.  “Go back to work.”  So I went back to work, but kept glancing over at this monstrosity that was hanging in uydukent escort the middle of my bedroom.

When he finally got it up, (no pun intended), he came over to me.  “Ready to try it out?”  He asked.

“OK.”  I said, and took a deep breath.  I should preface this by telling you that my bedroom has a vaulted ceiling so it was pretty high up there.  Take into consideration that I am all of 4’10” and you can understand my trepidation.  He grabbed my handy-dandy little footstool (I keep one in every room of the house.  Hey, it’s a must for those of us who are vertically challenged.), pulled off my T-shirt and thong and told me to climb on.

After a few minutes of slipping down through the straps and pulling myself back up, I finally got adjusted.  Leaning back, I let myself relax.  It was actually pretty comfy.  Antonio came over and put my feet into the stirrups and there I was, butt-ass naked, hanging from the ceiling with my legs spread wide and immobilized in stirrups.  That in itself was exciting the hell out of me.

Antonio sat on my footstool, which brought his face right in line with my pussy.  Teasing me, he began kissing my smooth outer lips.  As he slowly ran his tongue along them, I started getting very wet.  I wanted to feel his mouth on my clit, but since I was leaning back, my arms could not reach the back of zeytinburnu escort his head to push his mouth into me.  I was at his mercy and that made me even hotter.  Slowly he took one lip into his mouth and sucked on it, then the other, his tongue tickling the soft pink inside of my lips.  I was going crazy.

“Please.”  I said, as I squirmed around, trying to get my pussy closer to his mouth. 
Unfortunately, all I managed to do was start myself swinging which brought me further away.  Antonio put his hands on my ass and brought me closer to him.  Starting at my asshole, he ran his tongue softly all the way to my clit.  “Oh God baby, more.”  I pleaded.  And being the kind, generous person that he is, he obliged me.  Placing his mouth right over my clit, he began swirling his tongue on it, getting it harder.  My pussy was dripping.  I would be begging him to make me cum any minute and he knew it.  He then started flicking his tongue hard against my swollen clit and I was right on the edge.  “Now baby!  Suck it!  Suck my clit!”

He sucked…I screamed.  My hands were gripping the swing so hard my knuckles were turning white.  My pussy opened up and I started gushing.  The contractions from my orgasm were so strong that my juices just shot out all over his face… his chest… the floor.  It was a fantastically violent climax and şişli escort left me totally limp.  But he wasn’t through with me, by any means.

Standing up he brought his cock to my pussy, grabbed the straps of the swing, and just pulled me onto him.  My body hadn’t even had time to calm down and this started another orgasm.  This was so cool.  Being suspended in air, and swinging into orgasmic bliss.  Talk about rocking my world!  As his fucking got harder, he grabbed the bar above my head for leverage and really gave it to me.  His cock was pounding into me, fucking me harder than he ever had before and I was loving it.  My cum was running down his balls and legs.  The floor was soaked.  I could feel his cock throbbing, getting ready.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.”  He grunted and pulled me tight up against him.  I felt his body tense as he let out a load moan and exploded inside me.

We were both spent.  He let go of the swing and it moved away slightly, sliding my pussy off his cock.  “God baby, that was great.”  I said.  He leaned over and kissed me.

“Happy anniversary honey.”  He smiled.  “Now, didn’t I tell you that you’d like it?”

“Yes baby, you did.  Now help me down from here!”  He took my legs out of the stirrups and helped me down with a kiss.  Then unhooked the swing from the chain and put away in the closet for the next time…his turn.

So, I did enjoy my anniversary present very much.  And although the swing is put away, I still have a chain across my ceiling.  We’ve told my daughter that it’s for a piece of exercise equipment.  Not a total lie, but do you think she bought it?

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“This is perverted”, Lisa told herself as she crept down the darkened hallway of her house, moving closer to the soft moans coming from her parents bedroom.

It was almost one o’clock in the morning, and Lisa, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie had been fighting the urge to peek for ages.

Thoughts of being caught flashed into her mind, the outrage of her parents, the embarrassment of it.

But other images flashed too. Images off passionate, wriggling bodies and glistening skin… a hard cock, swaying testicles… legs sensually spread wide and spasming.

Lisa couldn’t help herself, she had to look,Quietly, she opened her parents bedroom door.

In the darkness, Lisa crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.

The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see her father Homer, kneeling behind her mother Marge.

Homer had a handful of Marge’s hair, from behind, and his lower body was pressed firmly against hers. Marge’s head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against Homer.

The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Marge’s ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished, and her father’s muscles rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife.

The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Lisa noticed that her mother was all but shredding the bottom sheet with her long fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support.

Lisa felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her young legs.

Homer moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into Marge with long, deep jabs.

Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Marge’s throat, and Lisa watched her mother’s hips move back instinctively, forcing Homer’s huge shaft deeper inside her.

“God! You’re so fuckin’ tight like this Marge!” Homer whispered, his words carrying, easily to Lisa’s ears in the nearby hallway.

Marge half moaned, half sighed her response, pushing her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying beneath her slim, supple body.

“Fuck me hard Homer .” she breathed. “Fuck me hard and fast. Cum in me!” Lisa couldn’t believe her ears! Her nipples were already hard, excited by what she’d seen and heard so far.

Now they ached to be touched and Lisa’s right hand found her nipple, teasing it.

She watched as Homer began thrusting faster into Marge’s raised ass, their bodies making an audible “smack”,

Marge’s breasts bouncing, and the flesh of her ass rippling.

Lisa felt her panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices. “Yesss!” Marge hissed. “Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, you big gorgeous stud.” Lisa heard the words and couldn’t believe it.

Homer her father was actually fucking her mother’s ass! She had heard about that kind of thing at school from sherri and terri, but treated it with incredulous suspicion.

Now she was witnessing it for herself, in her own house, with her own parents! It was incredibly exciting.

Lisa let out a low sigh… a sigh of lustful arousal.

Her left hand replaced her right on her nipples, and her right hand slid under her panties and between her legs.

Lisa knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically.

She had masturbated before and knew exactly how to bring herself off in the shortest possible time.

She slipped another finger into her tight, little cunthole and began to move it in and out.

The two bodies on the bed undulated and writhed about, glistening even in the semi-darkness of the room.

Marge’s long blue hair flailed about as her body heaved and bucked to Homer’s rhythm.

It wasn’t long before Homer groaned and began fucking Marge even harder.

He was pulling on her hips and slamming his cock into her so hard that Marge’s whole body shook.

To Lisa, it looked almost like Homer was trying to drive his balls inside Marge’s cunt.

Suddenly, they both stiffened and shuddered.

Their groans and loud breathing filled the air for a few long moments, and then they fell silent.

In the sudden silence Lisa stopped cold.

Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy.

She slowly caressed herself and watched the two lovers on the bed, her father on top of her mother from behind, both kissing and fondling each other.

Lisa finally realized the show was over and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she’d witnessed.

Her own sleep came only after she’d rubbed her gooey little slit to orgasm, fantasizing about Homer’s cock as she came.

End of part one

The next morning marge was in the kitchen first having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the family. Lisa shuffled in wearing her robe shaking out her long golden hair. “Well! Good morning sleepy-head!” marge said cheerfully handing over a hot cup. “‘Morning, Mom” lisa said blearily. “Thanks.”

“Well you look dreadful.”

“I have an excuse Mom” smiled lisa.

“Mmmmm… and what might that be dear” asked her mother absently.

“All that noise you and Homer were making last night.”

“Oh I’m sorry did we wake you honey” marge asked looking surprised.

“Yeah it’s okay though.” lisa said.

Lisa looked at marge. They had always had a good relationship more like friends than mother and daughter and lisa knew she could talk about sex with
her mother openly.

“Is homer good in bed Mom” asked lisa almost innocently. Marge blushed even through her early summer tan.

“Well, er… yes, I’d ah… I’d have to say he was very good” stammered marge. “But it’s not something a young girl asks about her father dear”

“Why Mom”

Lisa had her there marge realized.

“Ah… I… I don’t know it just isn’t the done thing that’s all.”

“But, Mom I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all remember”

Marge swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer lisa’s question but couldn’t
think of one. Remembering how her own mother had avoided the subject of sex at all costs marge decided to be candid with her daughter. years ago lisa
herself had been the result of marges’s own dismal ignorance of sex.

“Okay, honey” said marge finally. “What exactly do you want to know”

“Nothing,” replied the young girl nonchalantly. “I was just wondering if you and homer did some of the things I’ve heard about at school that’s all.”

“And what sort of things have you been hearing at school”

“You know… weird things…”

“You’re going to have to be more explicit mecidiyeköy escort than that dear. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well sherri and terri and some of the other girls talk about sucking a guy’s thing…. you know his um… cock. Do you and homer do that sort of
thing”

Marge almost went back on her promise to herself about telling lisa the truth. But lisa’s unashamed frankness prevented her. The last thing she
wanted was lisa growing up disgusted with sex in any of it’s forms. “Yes sometimes we do, honey” marge admitted.

Lisa’s eyes lit up like birthday candles.

“And um… does homer do the same for you too You know lick your pussy”

“Sure” said marge with a grin of insecurity.

Lisa felt her own pussy moisten at the thought of homer’s tongue licking marge’s hairy wet cuntslit to orgasm.

“Is he good, Mom”

“Mmmmmm the best baby” admitted marge feeling suddenly much more comfortable about talking to lisa on so personal a subject.

Lisa felt a sudden wetness between her thighs as her excitement leaked out through her panties and dampened the chair. She fought the urge to touch
herself crossing her legs instead.

“Does homer have a big cock she asked remembering that it had been too dark to see much the night before.

“Now you’re getting a little too personal, dear” smiled marge. “At least let homer and I have a few secrets”

“Aw, mom!” frowned lisa. After last night she was eager for more juicy titbits from her mother.

“All I’ll say honey is that homer is well-endowed okay Now why don’t you go and take a cold shower young lady” giggled marge.

Lisa smiled. “Okay Mom” she said walking down the hallway. Before entering the shower lisa surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw
pleased her mostly fair skin but with a few too many freckles (never mind that most of her friends at school told her they were sexy) a pair of
slightly bloodshot blue eyes and a very attractive face. Her nose was a little too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best features
the ones she knew would always get the boys to look still pleased her.

Her hair was straight and long stopping just below her waist like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows which matched her hair exactly.
Some of the bolder boys like jimbo jones had asked her if her “other” hair was so perfectly matched. Sometimes if the boy was cute lisa playfully
invited him to see for himself that it was.

Her budding breasts weren’t as large as she wanted but at her age they were well proportioned to her lithe young body. Her waist was slender and she was trim. Principal Skinner had told her she had an athletic looking body but he was always complimenting the more mature looking girls trying to get into their pants no doubt.

Principal skinner was kind of cute though she mused. She wondered what his cock looked like maybe if she played her cards right he’d even let her see it. Lisa stepped into the shower and soaped up thinking of marge and homer’s performance last night. She didn’t masturbate she never could in the shower but she did feel much better after she’d cleaned up and put on what little makeup she usually wore. She brushed her long hair still wet and used the blow-dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door.

Homer stood in the hallway wearing jogging shorts and, as lisa looked more closely… trying to keep an erection down. lisa wore her robe but was naked
underneath and it showed. By the way he was staring at her homer hadn’t missed it either. Lisa smiled and let homer into the bathroom while she
returned to the kitchen and the smell of bacon and eggs. Marge’s t-shirt was outside of her shorts now something lisa noticed quickly.

“I see homer’s said good morning to you.” she said. marge glanced down at her top then looked over at lisa grinning.

“Yeah, the animal!” she added with a wink.

They ate breakfast when homer returned and afterwards marge braided lisa’s long blonde hair. Then she took her shower with homer. Lisa tried
unsuccessfully to ignore the sounds of splashing fun coming from the bathroom but it was no good her easily-aroused young pussy became instantly
moist at the very thought of marge’s and homer’s naked wet bodies sliding sensually against each other under the steamy cascading water.

Afterwards marge and homer went out shopping while lisa contented herself with sunning on the patio reading a new book by her favorite author. Her
parents had offered to take her along but lisa knew they wanted to be alone. Lisa lied about having to go out to a friend’s house just wanting to relax
by herself for a while. She’d tell them her friend called to cancel as soon as they got back home. In the meantime, lisa worked on her tan hoping that
her freckles would blend into a semblance of a tan at least. It was pretty and quiet in springfield this time of year but still warm and lisa only
stayed in the sun for a short while before moving into the shade. She read for about an hour and a half then dozed off.

Lisa awoke stretching like a cat and then stood up. The light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and felt slippery since she’d
perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to enter the house when she saw marge and homer inside. They obviously didn’t know she
was home and hadn’t seen her lying in the shade. Lisa watched through the large glass doors her eyes wide blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Marge
lay on her back on the sofa her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked with her legs high in the air and homer was crouching between her
thighs rolling his face around in her open cunt.

Her mother was shaking and rocking her hips grinding her cunt up into homer’s face obviously enjoying his tongue. Sexy Lisa Simpsons wondered what to do as she
watched. Somehow they’d come back while she’d dozed off and hadn’t seen her out here. Homer made marge come in a gasping orgasm which made lisa very wet and she wanted to finger her pussy but she didn’t dare. She didn’t want them to catch her watching them let alone masturbating while she did!

Her parents swapped places and now marge was sucking on homer’s cock. In the daylight lisa could see that marge’s comments on the size of homer’s cock were an understatement. The thing was huge! The sight of his jutting organ sent a sensual thrill through her adolescent young body and lisa squeezed her legs together in a vain attempt at relief. She picked up her book and ducked behind a wall, still watching her parents antics with growing
excitement.

Lisa watched as marge sucked homer’s cock with practiced expertise. marge’s naked body was smooth and evenly tanned except for the small light areas
that showed the tiny bikini pendik escort she normally wore. Lisa could clearly see her mother’s open cuntslit wet with homer’s saliva and was only mildly surprised
to find that the sight of her of a glistening pink gash excited her almost as much as the sight of a rock-hard cock. Concealed by the wall lisa slipped
a hand beneath the waistband of her pants and began fingering her pussy as she stared with lust at at her horny parents. To the young girl it seemed
like homer’s erect prick was almost a foot long. She didn’t know how on earth marge was taking it so far into her mouth but she was anxious to find
out.

Lisa felt her feet moving and she felt as though someone else was controlling them. As she moved it came to her that she was going to walk in
on them and she prepared an “excuse”. If they objected or were embarrassed she would simply go to her room then shower off from her sunbathing. If they didn’t object then…well, she’d see.

Lisa took a deep breath and opened the door walking in and closing it carelessly behind her. Just as she entered marge looked up and homer began
to shoot. Marge and lisa locked eyes for a moment then lisa’s were drawn to the thick white cum spurting against marge’s tits. Marge looked down paused then gulped down homer’s spurting cock making him cry out loudly. Homer hadn’t seen her yet his eyes were tightly shut as he groaned out his orgasm in exquisite bliss. Marge looked up and nodded towards the hallway. Lisa took one long last look at homer’s slimy cock and tiptoed quickly towards her room.

Lisa had noticed the wetness and colour of marge’s aroused cunt it excited her strangely. As she walked she could feel the slipperiness of her own
pussy and the tight stiffness of her little nipples. Lisa heard her marge whisper something to homer and the sound of hasty dressing.

Lisa decided to take a shower in an attempt to cool down her incestuous arousal and had just gotten undressed when she heard a soft knock at her door.

“Yeah”

“It’s me lisa can I come in for a moment” marge’s muffled voice ask.

“Yeah! Come in Mom!” said lisa hastily wrapping a towel around her naked body.

The door opened and marge entered the room. She was fully dressed now but her face still held a rosy flush of sexual excitement.

“Can I talk to you about what happened just now” asked marge.

Lisa looked embarrassed and a little frightened. She was certain her mother was going to give her a good chewed-out for spying on them.

“I’m really sorry Mom!” she spluttered “I won’t ever do it again honest! I just couldn’t help but notice you and homer fu… um.. doing it!”

Marge smiled at lisa and sat down on the bed next to her.

“Hey… hey… You’re not in any trouble lisa. ” she crooned hugging her affectionately. “I’m not going to get mad at you for a little natural adolescent curiosity.”

“You’re not”

“No! In fact your father and I both agree that we should be more open with you rather than trying to hide what we do behind closed doors. Now that you’re at that age where girls start to experiment with sex. we both want your first experiences to be as open and as pleasurable as possible.”

“You mean you told homer I saw you um… s..sucking his thing just now” asked lisa fearfully.

“Sure!” smiled marge. “He was a little surprised at first but when I told him about the lecherous way you were staring at his cock, I think he actually started to get hard again.”

“MOM! That’s disgusting!” exclaimed lisa but she couldn’t suppress a faint mischievous little smile at the thought of homer getting aroused by her.

“Not to me it’s not honey” chuckled marge “And don’t be so smug I know you want to get your hands on your father’s big cock. I could see it in your eyes as you watched me suck him off just now. Am I right”

Lisa lowered her eyes and nodded silently squiggling uncomfortably on the bed. Her mother was right the sight of homer’s long thick erection glistening with saliva and cum had been a tremendous turn-on for lisa. Even now her little pussy was still itching with arousal at the very thought of homer’s huge cock.

“Don’t be ashamed lisa” said marge hugging lisa close. “I had the same feelings about my father when I was your age. I guess nearly every little girl does at some stage or another.”

“Really” chirped lisa happy that she was not alone in her incestuous fantasies.

“Sure. But not every girl is lucky enough to get a chance to actually do anything about it” said marge with a sly little grin.

“You don’t mean that you and… grandpa simpson …. actually….. ”

“….fucked” marge said finishing her daughter’s question for her. “We still do sweetheart. Your grandfather is hardly an old man you know and believe me he can still give homer a run for his money in the bedroom.”

Lisa was getting very wet between the legs listening to marge’s startling family revelations. The thought of her grandfather fucking her mother was intensely arousing to her. She squirmed her ass on the bed and parted her thighs a little in a vain attempt to alleviate the hot burning itch emanating from her aroused pussyslit.

Marge could see that lisa was getting sexually excited and decided that the mood was right to do something about it. She’d had several sexual encounters with other women in her life and even though homer usually kept her fairly well satisfied in bed (and anywhere else he could get his cock into her without being arrested) occasionally marge had the urge to sample a little female flesh for a change. Watching her gorgeous young daughter squirming her naked little ass around on the bed was making marge horny too.

“What’s wrong, honey” she asked stroking lisa’s exposed thigh.

Lisa’s pussy moistened at marge’s touch and instinctively she opened her thighs wider unconsciously inviting the hand on her thigh to venture further.

“I.. er…. I.. um.. don’t know Mom. I feel kinda funny!”

“Good `funny’ or bad `funny’ lisa” asked marge letting her fingers slide up under the hem of the towel which just covered lisa’s furry little crotch.

“Good… I guess” murmured lisa. After all she had seen and heard today marge’s touch excited lisa much more than she would admit to.

“Do you want me to stop lisa” asked marge. “I will if you feel uncomfortable about this.”

“N..no! No don’t stop….” said lisa her voice almost a whisper as she lay her head against her mother’s shoulder. “I want you to touch me Mom”

“I am touching you lisa” teased marge inching her hand further up under the edge of the towel.

“No… t..touch me between the legs Mom” lisa panted “Please stroke my pussy. I’m so hot and wet down there.”

“Oooooohhh my sexy little lisa! I bet you are!” moaned marge. “Watching Mommy suck Daddy’s cock got you all horny didn’t it sancaktepe escort lisa”

“Ummmmmmm yessss! But looking at your pussy got me hot too” admitted lisa. “Uuuuhhh, please Mom…… feel how hot I am!”

With a low moan marge dropped to her knees on the floor between lisa’s legs at the same time pulling the towel away from her daughter’s body. For a moment she just stared at lisa’s body drinking in her daughter’s budding nakedness. Then with her face down close where she could see marge slid her hand between lisa’s smooth legs.

The touch was light and sensual. Lisa’s legs opened wider and her lips parted in a sigh of arousal. Marge’s hand lingered a little longer then she began rubbing her fingers gently along lisa’s cuntslit. Lisa looked down watching marge caress her almost hairless pubes. Marge’s mouth was only inches from her pussy. The sight aroused lisa almost as much as the sensations marge’s fingers were producing in her quivering loins.

Instinctively lisa’s hand moved and touched her mother’s head lightly. To marge it was a silent invitation and she leaned forward and kissed lisa’s pussy, then she began to lick and kiss her way up her daughter’s naked body. Lisa seemed to move on automatic. She leaned forward tilting her head slightly and then it happened. Their lips met in a kiss. Lisa was surprised at how warm and soft her mother’s lips were. Their breasts touched lightly making lisa’s nipples stand up even harder. When they parted lisa gazed into the eyes of her mother her own eyes wide with wonder at the new experience.

Marge stood up and quickly removed her clothes wanting to feel lisa’s soft naked flesh against her own. Lisa lay back watching marge undress her legs still wide apart and her hot little pussy slit gleaming with wetness. Lisa couldn’t help the little gasp of pleasure which escaped her lips when marge’s naked tits jiggled into view. They were so big, and creamy and firm-looking with large pink nipples that now stood stiffly erect a testament to her mother’s arousal.

Trembling with excitement lisa reached out and touched her mother’s breasts. This was the first time she’d ever touched another woman sexually. The soft flesh was so warm and exciting. Marge’s full orb drew lisa’s hand into a cup shape which she slid over the end of marge’s breast.

Marge’s hands slid down and cupped lisa’s tiny ass kneading it softly. Lisa’s whole body trembled as though she were going to have an all-over orgasm. Marge trembled at lisa’s nervous excitement and she leaned down taking one of lisa’s tiny nipples between her lips. As she sucked on it biting down delicately lisa gasped and pressed her soft tit into her mother’s face. Marge pulled on the other nipple with her fingers then gently sucked lisa’s conical little tit almost entirely into her mouth.

Marge’s breathing was shallow and ragged and lisa could feel her cunt leaking warm cream down her thigh where they pressed against each other. Lisa felt like she was on fire. She grabbed marge’s face and kissed her. It was nothing like the daughterly peck she usually gave her mother. It was one of the most passionate kisses she’d ever given. Marge returned it with her hands exploring the lean smooth texture of lisa’s slender body.

When their kiss broke lisa burned with desire a carnal lust that transcended gender and sexual taboos. She bent and licked around marge’s nipple then sucked hard on the erect bud. Marge cradled lisa’s head to her breast and felt lisa sucking and licking her tit suckling her just like she had done as a baby. But now it was different her little sucking mouth sent shivers of lust to the core of Marge’s being.

Lisa’s right hand slid between marge’s legs stroking tentatively at first then more eagerly. Her own pussy spasmed when her fingers discovered that her mother’s cunt was soaking wet. Her fingers slid back and forth through the hot slippery cuntlips then lisa sighed as her finger slid into her mother’s body. Marge gasped rocking her hips forward against lisa’s exploring hand trembling with excitement.

Marge crawled between Lisa’s legs and spread her pussy-lips with her thumbs. Then before lisa fully understood what was happening marge pressed her mouth over lisa’s gooey little cunt and began to nibble and suck. Lisa threw back her pretty blonde head and moaned loudly. She couldn’t believe it. Her own mother was sucking her pussy!

The feel of a mouth and lips on her hotly aroused little cunt felt utterly fantastic and that tongue… marge’s wonderful long tongue… swirling around inside her probing and delving like a wiggly little cock. Marge began sucking lisa’s pussy like a puppy-dog, lapping lisa’s free-flowing juices and sliding her hands up and down lisa’s thighs. Lisa gasped for breath her stomach heaved in and out and her legs trembled. Marge sucked and licked and lisa shuddered. A wave washed over her starting in her cunt and spreading outward returning to her twat as a flood of thick creamy juice to be greedily lapped up by her ravenous mother.

Lisa lay back exhausted her body weak and flushed. Marge crawled up beside her and kissed lisa’s tits then kissed lisa on the mouth. Lisa tasted her own juices not for the first time but certainly the most erotic. Marge’s lips were slick and their tongues danced. Soon marge was gasping for breath sucking off lisa had excited the woman so much that her own cunt demanded immediate attention. She took lisa’s hand and plunged three fingers into her horny gash fucking them in and out as she kissed lisa passionately. Lisa sensed marge’s urgency she was highly aroused. Her mother had given her so much exquisite pleasure and lisa suddenly wanted to return the favour.

Instinctively lisa moved her head between marge’s thighs and tentatively tongued her mother’s swollen pussylips. Her tongue licked lightly over the glistening slit, finding her clit at the top, all swollen and hard. Marge’s hips jerked as lisa continued to lick circles around it. Soon lisa’s chin was slick with the juices seeping from marge’s sex and her little tongue was sliding all around. Lisa loved the feeling on her tongue and her face. The smooth, warm slippery wetness excited her and the musky scent of her mother filled her nostrils.

“Put your fingers in me lisa” marge said breathlessly.

Lisa did. First one finger then two then a third. Marge’s hips bucked and lisa flicked her tongue over marge’s swollen clit. She felt the spasms around her fingers the grasping pulsing squeezes as marge began to cum instantly. Lisa shoved her fingers in deep moving her hand back and forth until her mother moaned loudly and began shuddering. Marge’s hips ground against lisa’s invading fingers and her hand pushed lisa’s face tightly against her cunt. When lisa pulled her fingers out they glistened with her mother’s cream a few whitish globs clinging to her fingers. Lisa licked her fingers off savoring it like a fine sauce.

They lay on the bed for some time, hugging and kissing each other tenderly. They had shared something very special and each felt closer to the other than they’d ever been before. Marge and lisa had become lovers.

END OF PART 2

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