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O gece karimin sevismek icin yanip tutustugunun farkindaydim ancak sansina cok iddiali bir mac vardi ve erkenden icmeye basladigim cumartesi aksami yarim siseden fazla viskiyi devirip neredeyse zom olmus durumdayken o’nun arzularini doyurabilecek durumda degildim. Gece yarisina dogru macin ikinci yarisi baslamak uzereyken alt katta oturan ablamin oglu Birol maci izlemek uzere gelince ickilerimizi tazeleyen karimin yuzu gulmeye basladi. Karim Serap ablamlara memleketten misafir geldigi zaman bizde geceleyen Birol’u cok sever, diger arkadaslarim mac seyretmek ya da kagit oynamak icin geldikleri aksamlarda takindigi aksi tavirlarin tersine Birol geldiginde keyifli olurdu. Birol ondokuz yasinda, tip fakultesi birinci sinifta okuyan, orta boylu, sporcu kimliginden oturu son derece atletik vucutlu, biraz utangac ve edilgen yapida bir gencti. Aslinda son zamanlarda karimin bu erkek guzeli delikanliya bakislarindaki kadinsi begeninin farkindaydim ama bu durum beni rahatsiz etmiyordu zira sekse karsi olaganustu tutkulu olmasina ragmen haftada en az iki uc gece defalarca doyuma ulastirdigim karimin sadakatinden suphem yoktu. Macin sonuna dogru bir ara ”gool!!” diye bagiran yegenimin bagirmasiyla uyuyup kaldigim koltukta tembelce gozlerimi actim. Bizim gibi koyu fener taraftari olan Birol’un yaninda oturan karim sevincle oglanin kucagina ziplamisti. Birol henuz kucuk bir oglanken onsekiz yasinda eve gelin getirdigim ve su anda otuzbir yasinda olan Serap’in artik yetiskin bir delikanli haline gelen oglanla esk**en beri boyle masum fiziksel yakinlasmalarina alisik oldugum icin ustunde durmaksizin yine uykuya daldim. Ancak aradan bir kac dakika gecip tekrar gozlerimi araladigimda kollarini cocugun boynuna dolayan karimin hala Birol’un kucagindan inmemis olmasi ilgincti. Hafifce pirelenmistim. Goz ucuyla izledigim karim macin bitis duduguyle birlikte ayaga kalktiginda jersey sortunun onundeki dev siskinligi gorunce karimin neden bir turlu genc erkegin kucagindan inmedigini saskinlik, dehset ve aniden bedenimi saran erotik duygularla birlikte anlamis oldum. Icki bardaklarini toparlayip mutfaga goturen Serap az sonra elinde battaniye ve yastikla geldiginde Birol’un bu gece bizde kalacagi anlasilmisti. Kanepeye uzanan delikanlinin ustune orttugu battaniye ile onundeki inmeyen dev cadiri gizleyen karim, bacaklarini toplayip uyuklamaya baslar gibi gorunen genc erkegin ayaklarinin dibine oturdu. Artik her hareketinde supheli bir durum oldugu sezgisiyle hareketlerini dikkatle takip ettigim Serap oglanin bacaklarini kendi bacaklarinin ustune uzattirip, battaniyeyi ustlerine tekrar orttukten sonra televizyonda bir film secerek izlemeye basladi. Dikkatini filme veriyormus gibi gorunen, sag eliyle sirtustu yatan oglanin ince battaniyenin ustunden bile acikca belli olan iri aletini asagi yukari yavas yavas oksadigini cok hafif araladigim tek gozumle sinsice izledigimin, o an’a kadar sadakatinden emin oldugum ancak su anda beni yanilmislik duygulariyla allak bullak eden kaltak karim farkinda degildi. Bir yandan film izlerken diger yandan uyudugumdan emin olmak istermis gibi yuzumu inceleyen Serap gordugunden tatmin olmus bir rahatlikla elini battaniyenin altina soktu. Biraz ugrastiktan sonra aniden Birol’un zevkle kasilmasi, hinzir kadinimin oglanin bayrak diregi gibi dikilen ask borusunu kavramis oldugunu anlatmaya yetmisti. Cinsel konularda mahcubiyet ve utangacligini iyi bildigim Birol’un gozleri kapaliydi ancak hizla nefes alip verisinden hassas organiyla samimi bir iliski icindeki karimin yaptiklarindan cok etkileniyor oldugu ayan beyan ortadaydi. Battaniyeyi aralayip asagi dogru egilen karimin basi asagi yukari yavas bir sekilde hareket etmeye basladiginda araya koydugu yastigin engellemesiyle olan biteni goremesem de, agzindan cikan sapirtilari duydugumda kendi tahrik olmuslugumun heyecaniyla derin bir inilti koyuverdim. Basini hemen kaldirip tedirginlikle bir sure bana bakarak bekleyen Serap’in eli hala battaniyenin altinda elindeki iri organi sivazlarken beynimde bir simsek cakti. Nasil oluyordu da sevgili karim birden bire boylesi cilginca bir cesaret gosteriyor ve nasil tepki verecegini bilmeden kocasinin genc yegenine arsizca yaklasabiliyordu?!! Bu isin bir oncesi olmaliydi mutlaka. Hafizami zorlayarak gecmisten ipuclari bulmaya calistim ve maalesef o kadar cok firsat bulmus olmaliydilar ki hangi birini soyleyeyim. Sarhos olup yatak odasinda sizdigim kac gece birlikte film seyretmek icin salonda sabahlamislar, is seyahati icin evden birkac gun ayrildigim zamanlar karm evde yanliz kalmasin diye Birol defalarca bizde kalmis, hatta gectigimiz yaz benim ancak hafta sonlari gidebildigim yazlikta birlikte iki ay gecirmislerdi. Yani onumde oynanan sahnenin cok daha hardcore olanlari aralarinda defalarca yasanmis olmaliydi. Yine de Birol’un su ana kadar aktif bir tavir sergilememesi ya benim odadaki varligimin yarattigi tedirginlikten ya da karim tarafindan ayartilarak olaya kerhen katildigini dusunduruyordu.Sarhoslugun etkisiyle bir sure dalip gitmisim ki o arada yatak odasina gittigini sandigim karimin ayak sesleriyle uyanip tilki gozumu yine hafifce araladim. Ince belini sikica sarip yuvarlak kalcalarina dogru bollasan, dekoltesi diri memelerini comertce sergileyecek kadar cesur, dizlerinin bir karis ustundeki etegi duzgun bacaklarini gururla sergileyen siyah saten geceligini giymis olarak donen Serap omuzumu sarsarak uyumaya gidip gitmeyecegimi sordugunda sarhos ve uykulu bir sesle, yumusak ve genis koltuguma iyice gomulerek yerimden cok memnun oldugumu soyledim. ”Ben de daha film seyrediyorum zaten” diyen karim ustume bir battaniye orttukten sonra arkasini dondugunde seffaf geceliginin altina kulot giymemis oldugunu heyecanla farkederken, bir suredir muthis bir ereksiyonla ayaklanmis kamisimi onumdeki yastiga bastirirarak zevkle titredim. Isiklari sondurdukten sonra birol’un yanina gidip biraz oteye kaymasini soyleyen gozleri sehvetle kisilmis durumdaki karim battaniyeyi kaldirdiginda sortunun onundeki amansiz cadirin hala devam ettigini gorebildigim genc erkegin onune yanlamasina uzanarak battaniyeyi ustlerine cekti. Simdi durum daha ilginc bir hal almis, gorunurde horlaya horlaya uyuyor gibi gorunmeme ragmen, gercekte uykum tamamen acilmis, pur dikkat birbirine yapisik kasiklar gibi kanepede yanyana yatan seksi karimla yakisikli yegenimi izliyordum. Kalcalarini geriye dogru cikarip oynatarak arkasindaki erkegi daha iyi hissetmeye calisiyormus gibi kipir kipr kipirdayan karim bir muddet sonra bununla yetinmeyip elini arkaya atti. Biraz ugrastiktan sonra tahminimce iri organi hapsoldugu yerden disari cikarmisti. Sol bacagini biraz kaldirip diger elini bacak arasina atarak arkasindaki uzva eliyle yon verdikten az sonra galiba istedigini elde etmisti. O ana kadar hareketsiz duran Birol birdenbire kalcalarini one arkaya hareket ettirmeye baslayinca dunya guzeli ve sadakat dolu karimin baska bir erkek tarafindan duzulmeye baslandigini yari kiskanclik, yari sehvet duygulariyla birlikte idrak etmis oluyordum. Serap’in bir ozelligi cok fazla azdiginda icine girer girmez seri orgazm olmaya baslamasidir. Bu aksam da bu degismedi ve oglan icine girip cikmaya henuz baslamisti ki o cok iyi tanidigim bosalirken agzindan cikmasina engel olamadigi hiriltiyla karisik zevk dolu inleme sesi odada yankilandi. Onundeki kanciga verdigi zevkle heyecanlanan genc erkek hareketlerini hizlandirip zevk sarhoslugundaki disi de egilip bukulmeye baslayinca uzerlerini orten battaniye yere duserek aralarinda yasanmakta olan mahrem goruntuyu oldugu gibi ortaya serdi. Oturma odasinda benim balkon kapisina yakin duran uzanmis oldugum koltuga gore televizyon solumda duvarin dibinde, kiskirtici olaylarin uzerinde gelistigi kanepe ise sag tarafimda odanin ortasinda duruyordu. Ayaklari benim tarafima donuk olarak uzanmis olan ciftin erotizm sinirlarini zorlayan pornografik goruntulerini televizyonun aydinliginda butun ciplakligiyla izlerken nefes almayi unutmus bir haldeydim. Cinsel sarhosluk icinde utundeki geceligi bir anda usunden cikarip atmis olan zevcemin diri memeleri, ince beli ve dumduz karnindan sonra nefes kesici bir yuvarlaklikla geriye dogru bukulen kalcalarinin arasina gomulen devasa buyuklukteki fallus, kadinimin zevk sulariyla islanmis olarak hizla disari cikip sonra ayni hizla geri saplaniyordu. Oglanin son bir yuklenmesiyle karimin kizismis yarigina gomulen kalin organ gozden kaybolurken, onundeki disiye simsiki sarilip yuvarlak kalcalarina yapisan genc aygirin tohumlarini kadinimin rahmine bosaltmaya basladigini gevseyip kasilan bicimli kalcalarindan anlayabiliyordum. Zevk inlemeleri bir muddet devam eden cift kendilerine gelip karim battaniyeyi tekrar ustlerine orttugunde Birol beline icinden cikmaksizin simsiki sarildigi yengesinin arkasinda hareketsiz kaldi. O an icin sovun bittigini dusunup hemen duzmek istedigim karimin da gelecegini umarak yatak odasina gimek uzere ayaga kalktim. Yeniden televizyon izleme pozisyonuna donmus olan Serap’a uykulu bir sesle yatmaya gidecegimi soylerken umdugumum tersine karim filmi seyretmeye devam edecegini soylediginde hayal kirikligina ugramis olarak yatak odasina yollandim. Koridorun karanligini siper ederek olanlari izleye devam ederken benim coktan sizip derin bir uykuya daldigima ikna olan karim salonun los isiginin verdigi guvenle tedbirli olmayi birakarak kanepede oturan delikanlinin onunde dizlerinin ustunde egilmis durumda genc erkegin kalin erkeklik organini dibinden kavramis, morarip alabildigine sisen iri basini agzina sokmaya calisiyordu. Oglan zevkle inleyerek karimin basini asagi bastirirken, sehvetten kendinden gecmis durumdaki azgin disinin dolgun dudaklari yirmi santimden uzun organin yarisina ulasmisti bile. Yavas hareketlerle agzindan cikardigi guclu tokmagin patlayacakmis gibi sisen damarlari boyunca diliyle yaladiktan sonra istahla emdigi basini tekrar agzina sokup cikartarak genc erkegin zevkle kasilmasina neden olan karim genc aygirin ustune oturup devlesen fallus’u icine yerlestirdiginde boylesine buyuk bir organi nasil icine alabildigine akil sir erdiremiyordum ancak karimin yuzundeki muthis zevk aldigini belirten ifade beni icindekiyle kiyaslandiginda yarisi kadar bir buyukluge sahip kendi kamisimla bugune kadar kadinima vedigimi sandigim cinsel tatminin gercek olmadigi fikri icimin daralmasina neden oluyordu.

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Merhaba Arkadaslar. Benim Adim Gökhan. Karimin yigenile basimdan gecenleri size yazacagim.
Yigeni o zamanlari 18 yasindaydi.
Yigeni sik sik bize gelir yatmak icin. Geldigi zaman o halasiyla bizim yatakda yatiyor, bende oturma odasinda koltukda.

Bir gün isden eve geldim, ve Yigeni bizdeydi, ben acayip azgindim, fakat o bizde oldugu icin biliyordumki o gün sikisemiyecegimi. Onlar yatikdan sonra bende koltuga uzandim ve televisyonu acdim. Aklimdan birden videocudan porno almak geldi. Gittim aldim, ve eve geldigimde bir baktim Yigeni kalkmis televisyon bakiyor. Tabi ben bir sey demedim filimi tv üstüne koydum. tam mutfaga gidip icecek alacakdim. Bana birden seslendi ve sordu eniste ne filimi aldin diye. ben hemen oturmaodasina kosdum. fakat gec kalmistim. acip covernin icine bakmisti bile. bu ne eniste dedi. ben hemen bozuntuya getirmedim ve dedimki salak adam yanlisini vermis gidip destireyim dedim. oda inandi.

yolda giderken acayip kizgindim cünkü porno bakamamistim ve bakamiyacagimi biliyordum. her neyse. videocudan sonra bir güzel korkunc filim aldim, cünkü ben korku filimleri cok severim. eve geldim ve yigeni daha ayakdaydi. bende bak aslinda bunu almistim dedim. oda hemen dediki bu korku filmi ama, ben cok korkarim dedi. ben ona sordum sen yatmayi düsümüyormusun diye oda yok seninle filme bakayimda biraz uykum gelsin dedi. tamam dedim, filmi koydum. sonra filim gidikce daha korkunc olmaya basladi ve yigeni benim yanima oturdu. ben korkuyorum dedi. bende tamam yanimda kal dedim. filim ilerledikce bu dahada sokulmaya basladi. ve ben sikim birden kalkmaya basladi cünkü cok cekici bir vucüdü vardi. bir sahnede acayip korkdu ve ellerini yüzüne kapatti, kafasini kucagima koydu. farkina varmis olmasi gerek cünkü hemen geriye kaldirdi kafasini. ama hicbir sey demedi ve bozuntuya vermedi. her korkunc sahnede ama eyliyordu ve bu beni daha cok tahrik ediyordu. filim bitene kadar bu böyle devam etti. filim bittikden sonra ben yatayim artik eniste sende rahatina bak dedi. cana yakin birisi zaten. yanagimdan öptü ve iyi geceler dedi, gitti.

yaragim kazik gibi olmustu. nasil inderecegimi düsünürken aklima bilgisayarda bir kac pornofilimleri oldugu aklima geldi. hemen pcyi actim pantolunumu cikardim, cünkü ben hep sortla yatarim, ve uzandim. tabi bu arada sikimde oksuyordum. mendilimi de hazir koydum. filime bakarak güzel bosaldim. o kadar bosaldim ki bir mendil yetmedi, ikincisini kulandim. ve koltugun yanina koydum. biraz kendime gelip cöpe atacakdim. nasil yorulduysam uyuya kalmisim. uyanidigimda mendiller yerinde degildi ve pc kapaliydi. karim kapatti diye düsündüm ve sonraki kavagadan cekiniyordum. banyoya gircekdim, tam o arada yigeni cikdi tuvaletden. yüzüme bakdi ve güldü. ne gülüyorsun kiz dedim. gel tuvalete dedi. girdim ve bana mendilleri gösterdi. bayaca azmisin eniste dedi gülerek. birden anladimki mendilleri alan ve pcyi kapatan karim degil yigenimis. daha cok korkmaya basladim ve ama halan derken lafimi kesdi, korkma ona söylemem dedi. bundan cesaret kapip, e napayim sen geldin halani sikemedim dedim. o da güldü. neyse basinin caresine bakmisin iste dedi. o porno filmide güzelmis dedi. adam ne siki vardi öyle dedi. demekki oturup oda biraz islemis. sende az degilsim dedim. bana hemen sordu senink**e öyle büyükmü diye. tam o arada yatakodasindan kapi sesi geldi. karim uyanmisti. ben hemen onu tuvaletden disari yoladim.

kahvaltida hala ben bugünde burda kalmak istiyorum dedi. tabi canim dedi karim ve ben kafamdan gene kariyi sikemiyecegimi düsündüm. kahvaltidan sonra yigeni yanima geldi ve dediki eniste isden gelirken dünkü pornoyu alsana dedi. olurmu öyle sey dedim. oda halama söyleyimmi bu aksam yaptigini deyince bende mecbur oldum tamam demeye. aksam oldugunda geldim eve, ve karim yatiyordu bile. yigeni hemen geldi aldinmi diye sordu. ben evet deim. yüzüne baktim, acayip süslemisti kendisi. 18 yasindaki kiz 25 yasinda gibi gözüküyordu. oturdum o filmi acti ve yanima oturdu. filme bakarken hep benim sikime bakiyordu. pantolumun altinda sikim patliyacak gibidi. eniste istiyorsan pantolununu cikart, sortla oturursun dedi. ben olurmu felan derken hadi eniste dedi. pornoya benimle bakabiliyorsunda sortla oturamiyormusun dedi. ben tamam dedim ve cikartim. bir süre sonra dünkü gibi 31 ceksene dedi. sende amma cok sey biliyorsun dedim. hayir diyecekdim fakat biliyordum izrar edip sonunda yapdiracakdi. sikimi cikardim. ama 31 cekmek istemiyorum daha dedim. sonra yaparim deyip atlatacakdim. tam o arada filimde bir kiz adamin sikini yaliyordu. bende bunu yapacagim diyerek agzina aldi. öyle bir güzel hisdiki, yapma demek istemedim. bende onun t-shirt ini cikardim ve memelerini oksamaya basladim. acayip güzel büyük memeleri vardi. öyle güzel yaldiki hemen bosaldim. o da filimdeki kiz gibi hepsini yutdu. rahatladinmi diye sordu. bende tesekür etdim. o gitti agzini yikadi ve ben yatacagim dedi. bende koltuk uyudum.

öteki gün calismayacakdim cünkü tatildi. karim biraz hasta idi. bügün gezelim biraz dedi yigeni. uyanik biliyordu halasi gelmeyecegini, cünkü rahatsizdi. karim siz gezin dedi ben evde kalirim dedi. bende onlan cikdim disari. bana birden eniste ben senin karin olmak istiyorum dedi. nasil yani diye sordum. korkma evlenmeyi kast etmiyorum dedi. beni sikmeni istiyorum dedi. fakat sen bakiresin derken, o senin koca yaragini yalarken iyidi ama degilmi diyerek aglamaya basladi. ben sakinlestirmeye calisiyordum. bana hemen döndü, ve ya yaparsin yada bütün ayleye söylerim ne yaptigini dedi. korkumdan ne yapacagimi sasirdim ve tamam dedim. hotele gidelim dedi. bütün gün seninle gecirmek istiyorum dedi. gittik hotele. ilk önce güzelce yikandik. cok sexy vucudu vardi. ben ona dedimki istiyorsan seni götünden sikeyim o zaman bakire kalirsin. hayir dedi ben senin beni bozmani istiyorum, hem ben böyle büyük sik bir daha bulamam dedi. tamam dedim. nasil olsa olacakdi belliydi, beni rahat birakmiyacakdi. o gün bütün gün sikisdik. tabi basda cok zorlandi. sikimin kafasi bille zor giriyordu. sonradan kizligi patladikdan sonra rahatca sikise bildik. götündende sikdim. agzina yüzüne de bosaldim. her aklima geleni yaptim. bu o kadar bitgindiki sonunda gücü kalmamisti. zornan evlerine götürdüm. simdi nisanli. ama arada sirada bir gelir gene sikisiriz. bana senin gibi büyük siki yok nisanlimin diyor hep.

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James hated standing in lines – hated it with a passion.

Especially airport lines, and this line was a dilly. He’d blown his timing totally, which was most unusual for him. He sighed, shrugged, quit being mad at himself, and queued up. Fifty ahead of him? Brando’s famous line from ‘Apocalypse Now’ ran through his head: “The horror. The horror.”

He settled down to his favorite airport pastime, watching women go by, trying to be discreet and not embarrass anyone.

He appreciated the female of the species both in the abstract-generic and especially in the concrete-specific. Big, small, old, young. For instance, the little knot of people just entering, looking about. From the puzzlement on the face of the man leading the troop, James knew they were not frequent travelers. Not to mention the big “Aha!” when the guy found the right sign.

They moved vaguely in his direction. A small, definitely quite old lady and her daughter (even at fifty feet his taxonomist’s eye could see the similarity in phenotypic expressions of the underlying genetics). Grandmom, daughter w/husband, two grandkids. G’ma was obviously the traveler today, since she was the only one carrying a decent-sized purse or other hand baggage. The kids were bored, the parents were busily solicitous of Grandma, son-in-law pulling her single large roller suitcase.

“Grandma” was not the least bit intimidated by the crowd or by the prospect of her long journey. After all, for most of her professional life, she’d traveled a lot, and she enjoyed the hustle/bustle of a big airport the way she might take in a crowded county fair. Lots of total strangers, busy, intent – blooming buzzing confusion with some profound underlying order to it. Nearly chaotic, yet strongly patterned.

Besides, she liked to watch people: during travel, it kept her sane. She was a diplomat, however, and let her relatives “take care” of her enough to satisfy their own needs. She spotted the proper line immediately, but let “THE MAN of the FAMILY” (they always seemed to want their manhood acknowledged in all caps, she thought) figure it out on his own so he could lead and feel like he had done his male-duty thing.

While “The Man” pondered, she grazed visually, concentrating on the long line they would wind up in, when finally The Man figured things out. There at the line’s end stood a young man, apparently a solo traveler like herself. Her entourage, if The Man ever DID figure things out, would be right behind him.

She studied him briefly. About fifty years younger than herself, but still no child. Good looking in a low-key way. Mustachioed. Apparently ready for a long trip, tee shirt, loose khaki shorts, comfortable shoes. Good legs showing, generally trim and in shape. He was studying the crowd casually, occasionally eyeing the big flight-data board hanging from the ceiling. His eyes flicked across her own group, then scanned the room again.

“The Man” finally figured things out (sheesh!) and they meandered towards the proper line.

To James, “Grandma” was definitely the more interesting of the two approaching women. She was quite small, about five feet zero, probably ninety-five pounds wet, and ramrod erect… strong, and moving gracefully, with total body-control. The remnants of old dance or sport training, probably, James thought: whatever, it had certainly stood by her very well.

The presumptive daughter wasn’t a physical success, having already gone to fat. He returned his attention to Grandma: now they were definitely aimed at his own line. Grandma going to Amsterdam tonight, and on her own? Interesting! Something to contemplate instead of repeating “The Horror” ad nauseam.

Discreetly now. Study without alarming, without letting them take notice. Grandma. Age? Hard to tell, she was very well preserved indeed. That plus her grace of movement confounded his effort to gauge. No trace of hitches or age-slowdown irregularities. Sixty-late, perhaps… more likely early seventies, though, very hard to tell. Could even be a wonderfully-preserved mid seventies?

Now they were in line next behind him. That made it easier to get details, but much harder to avoid being caught studying. He scanned her in the interstices of looking elsewhere. G’ma had clear, pretty skin whose soft, numerous lines and near-transparency said “aged.” Facial structure under the wrinkles shone through, made the details of the covering more interesting than distracting. Nice white teeth, whiter than James’s as a matter of fact, and obviously her own. Short, carefully coifed hair, solid silver-gray, no streaking, not particularly old-lady-thin either.

No hairspray, and no old-lady perfumes, thank god for that favor! Nice clothing, also a bit out of age-character by James’s estimation: all-black flowing materials, slightly clingy. A single strand of gray pearls was her only jewelry. Nice. The outfit was good traveling stuff, comfortable, loose. A just-below-knee skirt, boat-necked blouse.

He got ataşehir escort a glance at her neck and collarbones as the family talked: she must have decided early on not to do the suntan thing, because the many years she carried above and beyond his own 27 hadn’t made that expanse any worse than the backs of his own hands.

Small but solidly muscled calves (more evidence of dancing?), no ankle-bagginess, and no hose! More and more interesting, wasn’t she, the more details he collected? Tiny traces of nipples on small, soft breasts beneath the clingy, flowing material, likewise a tiny hint of callipygian cleft showing through the skirt. That most likely meant no slip, as well. No doubt at all that she was still quite aware of her femaleness, and willing to show a touch of it. Classy attitude.

Then he gulped mentally and recomputed as “daughter” said “Grandma, I hope you have a good time, but Johannesburg is an awfully long way for a seventy-nine year old woman to travel alone!”

“Grandma” was in fact a great-grandma, which made her all that much more interesting. Shortish generation times in this family, real contributors to the human population problem. Oh well. James reappraised her and, based on the new data, ratcheted his opinion upwards a long way. He hoped he would look that good, male-wise, at her age. The kids’ father referred to her as “Jane”. Okay, too bad it wasn’t something more interesting. The kids called the lady “GG”, presumably for “GreatGrandmom”. Cuter than “Jane”.

She could be GG for him, it was always nice to have a name to go with the view.

Suddenly, GG nearly blew him away: she stretched her arms up above her head, and lo and behold, boobs appeared against the blouse fabric, traces of nipples went from barely discernable to quite obvious. If she had on a bra at all, it had to be one of those “Little Nothings”. She folded forward from the waist, stiff-legged, until she was totally jack-knifed, with her forehead against her ankles. Simply amazing, her flexibility!

Unfortunately for James, she knew what she was doing, and held her blouse in place with her hands. Too bad, he thought, then wondered why he wanted a glimpse of seventy-nine year old breasts anyway, decided it was the overall mystery. She held the pose, with her back to him: below her obviously-taut bottom, the hem of her skirt did what physics and fit demanded, and rose far up above her knees: the backs of her lower thighs showed, smooth-skinned, tendons pulling the skin taut: it was smoother than anyone her age had a right to. The calf-preview had been right, GG had very pretty legs, from ankle to several inches above her knees! And a nice, neat, narrow butt, too. He was astounded at the tiny prickle in his crotch, then grinned privately to himself. Why shouldn’t his body respond to a pretty woman, regardless of her age?

Daughter protested with a hissed “Grandma! Do you HAVE to do that in public!?”

Face nearly at the floor, GG said “Yes, dear, I do. We’ve been sitting in your car so long that I got totally stiff, and god only knows how long we’ll be in this line! So, yes, I do.” She straightened up, and caught James’s eye for the first time, smiled at him and said “These days, I teach yoga.”

She scanned him up and down, disarmingly direct, studied his legs where they underpinned his traveling-shorts, and then offered her analysis: “You look, from your legs, like you must be a runner. Which means you’ll be stiff as a board, unless you are about ten standard deviations from the mean.”

He was intrigued even more: science-speak, used correctly, and in ordinary conversation with a perfect stranger. Brains in there, and education.

Before he could answer, she folded herself down again: from the floor she looked up at him and said, “This is something you should learn!”

From her inverted position, GG was certain that James couldn’t tell where her eyes were focused, and gave herself permission to check out his legs for a few tenths of a second. Nice thigh-muscles, skin tanned and taut, a goodly dusting of golden blond hairs. He shifted slightly as her eyes moved, and for a tiny moment she was certain she saw something in the shadows of the leg-hole of his shorts, but it was gone almost instantly.

Her belly twanged: that had to have been the tip of his cock. That meant no underwear! Which, she supposed, could possibly make good sense for a man who was going to be traveling for many hours. At any rate, the idea certainly could fire a woman’s imagination. She took a half-second to study her own reactions. Why, after all these years, had her belly done that flop?

Daughter looked at James and said “Sorry! Really, she doesn’t do this sort of thing all the time, and she actually does NOT flirt with every man she stands in line with. Really!”

James grinned at her discomfort, and said “Doesn’t bother me at all. She’s right on both counts: I’m both a runner and seriously stiff, just as she guessed, kadıköy escort and at least five s.d. from the mean. And I certainly SHOULD learn some yoga.”

GG eyed him from her ankle level, her expression changing slightly as he returned her scientific terminology: contact established, we share something the rest of the world knows little about, we are kin. That was nice!

She straightened up finally, gave a little upper-body shake to get everything back into place (James felt he knew what it was that needed settling-back, too!) and then asked “Are you going to Amsterdam?”

James nodded: “Actually, I’m headed on from there to Johannesburg as well. Couldn’t help overhearing you folks.”

Her eyes brightened, she stuck out her hand and said “Allow me: I’m Jane, or GG if you prefer, as do the kids. I’m going to JB, where I was born, to visit my older sister. And you are…”

James replied, shaking her hand, “James. Enroute to a research vessel at Cape Town. I’m an oceanographer. We sail in about a week.”

GG stepped up to him and linked her arm in his, startling both James and her relatives. To them, she said “There now! I’m not traveling alone any more, so quit worrying. Here’s my companion. We must be soul mates because he knows what a standard deviation is! He’ll take care of me if I need it.” She looked up at James, grinning impishly: “You will take care of this little old lady if she needs any help, won’t you, Kind Sir? You know, Knight in Shining Armor and all that medieval balderdash?”

She batted her eyelashes at him outrageously, scandalizing her family.

Half a second’s pause went by before James responded: “Of course, Madame! You’ll be safe with me. I could use a companion myself for this trip.”

Son-in-law rolled his eyes as if he’d heard this sort of nonsense too often. Daughter just shook her head. The two kids looked startled, then the girl sang out “GG’s got a DATE!”

“Indeed I do!” said GG, not loosening her grip on James’ arm in the least.

They talked as the line inched forward, mostly about the trip, airplanes, airfares. Travel-trivia. Possible delays, tales of missed connections. James and GG wound up dominating the conversation, which was to be expected since it was now -miraculously! – perfectly settled that they would be companions for nearly 14,000 air miles.

After about twenty minutes, during which they advanced far less than a tenth of the length of the line, an airline representative come out and told the entire group the bad news: their aircraft was suffering an “equipment delay” of unknown length, certainly more than minutes, probably hours, but “Probably not lots of hours.” Very helpful.

GG’s group waited as GG and James conferred over their tickets: they had nearly a ten-hour layover in Amsterdam before the flight to JoBurg, so they decided not to be worried. They’d make their connections. The two parents fumed slightly… their own plans had clearly NOT involved spending hours in the airport.

GG quickly suggested the obvious: the family should leave, having done their duty by getting her to the plane on time. Then she, with her new companion, could handle things from here. There was no reason at all for the rest of the family either to be upset or to stay and waste more time.

The Man of the Family accepted the idea thankfully, shook James’ hand, and suddenly James and GG were alone in the huge crowd.

GG looked at James and sighed deeply: “Thank God they’re gone! They are nice enough, but they can really be a collective pain in the tush sometimes. You, Sir, look to be a much better companion than they ever could be. Shall we go over to the customer service desk and see what’s really happening? Besides…” GG looked at James appraisingly. “… maybe we could change our seats and sit together. If you wouldn’t mind? I’d like that. It’s so much nicer to have a simpatico companion!”

James agreed on both ideas.

They walked over, immediately found out the flight was solidly full, likely to be delayed two or more hours, and there was zero likelihood of seat assignment changes, unless they could persuade another passenger after they were airborne. But at least they got boarding passes and their luggage checked. James suggested they head to the frequent-fliers’ lounge, for which he was qualified. It was quieter and cooler, comfortably furnished, and only moderately busy. GG pointed out a new sign, whispered “Hallelujah!” It read, “Cell phones to be used only in the soundproof room.” James nodded agreement. They had a bit of luck, and found a tiny table with two comfortable chairs over in a windowed corner, and settled in. James played waiter, fetched two glasses of the house freebie chilled white wine.

Finding themselves now with plenty of time, they did professional introductions and histories. He was a newly-minted professor with a two-year-old PhD. James explained that he was a pelagic ecosystems oceanographer: bostancı escort bayan that lit up GG’s face. She had been a terrestrial ecologist, retired as a full professor quite some years ago, then fallen more or less by accident into teaching the yoga she had been taking for forty or fifty years.

She told him “I was part of the first generation that got hooked on numerical modeling, We were going to invent a calculus of ecology and use it to understand and predict ecosystem behavior. After about fifteen years of hard work, we finally discovered that we couldn’t initialize any of our models, because the data we needed were all species-specific, and the taxonomy was so damned poor that nobody even knew what a species was!”

James nodded, and replied “Maybe species is the wrong taxonomy? In the ocean, we tried that too, and today we talk about “functional groupings”, but I’m not sure we’re going to make any more headway than with species… after all, as a first step to any analysis we still have to be able to consistently identify critters!”

They used up the napkins diagramming curves of species growth and resource utilization, getting several strange looks from nearby fellow-passengers. GG noticed the looks, and commented “I guess we’re an odd couple, aren’t we?”

James shook his head “no”, patted her on the shoulder, let his fingers linger until it was just short of being too much contact, and said “I think we’re a fine couple! It’s pretty rare to just randomly encounter some stranger and be able to talk eco-theory with her!”

GG sipped her wine, looked about, then said “We have things other than eco-theory in common, you know. I was watching you earlier, out in the main lobby. You like to look at women. But you’re quite discreet, which is polite. It’s also RARE!” James reddened slightly, and she grinned at him. “Myself… Well, for some odd reason, I prefer to study the men.”

James swirled his wine, looked about: the room held a lot of attractive people of both genders, ample grazing materials for them both. Finally, he said “Yes, frankly, I like to look. I like women. Actually, GG, I greatly prefer the company of women to that of men… I do get tired of football, carburetors, and out-lying one another. Women are a different species altogether, and much more interesting. I like them any size, color, age. Who knows, maybe it’s the taxonomist in me?”

GG smiled and replied, “Or maybe it’s your testosterone level? That’s more likely, I think.” There was a long pause. Then she asked quietly, “I saw you studying my legs. So, even an old prune like me can rate an occasional glance?”

GG waited, surprised at herself, and flushed red from her blatant and unexpected fishing for compliments.

James took time to think: he liked this lady, and wanted to let her know that he found her attractive both mentally and physically. Finally he leaned towards her and laid his hand atop hers: she studied the contact, warm, strong, gentle and bogglingly sensual. “Let’s look at it this way, GG. It’s mostly a matter of perception and stages, since nothing except perhaps a rock stays the same for very long in this world. A prune was once a plum, and before that a blossom. All the same object in one very real sense, but each stage quite distinct, like egg-larva-pupa-adult. Each has its own beauty, and its own appeal. The blossom doesn’t last very long, but pleases the eye and the nose. The plum lasts longer, and appeals to touch and smell. The prune lasts nearly forever. Over its life, those are all the same object in a way, yet each is completely different, and each is totally beautiful and unique.”

GG listened, sipped at her wine, and nodded: “That’s very Zen, isn’t it? Especially from one so young. But, James, I noticed you didn’t list a sensory appeal for the prune? Does it have one?”

James grinned broadly at her and said “It does, indeed. I wondered if you’d ask about that. It’s taste – the prune is deeply, hugely sweet and strong. And it’s far and away the most intense and longest-lasting of them all. I enjoy flowers, and plums too. But I happen to love prunes.”

He looked steadily at her, eyes wide, pupils dilated.

She flushed brilliant red from hairline to below the neckline of her blouse. Even her forearms shared in the event, changing color and raising huge crops of goose-bumps. She was so surprised that she hung her head, avoiding his gaze. James reached out, after a moment, held her chin in his hand, raised it up so they were looking at one another. “Sorry! I did NOT mean to embarrass you, and I’m not trying to count verbal coup. I meant it, every word. I meant it in the abstract, and I especially meant it about present company. Okay?”

GG swallowed, and finally giggled and nodded, cupped his hand in hers. While she looked right into him, almost into his very soul it seemed, she slowly slid her fingertips down the back of his hand, over the tendons and veins, through the forest of hairs on his forearm, ever so slowly along the solid muscles. Had there ever been such eroticism just to touching an arm? Her belly writhed silently. She didn’t know that James had matched her own full crop of goosebumps, over his chest and shoulders.

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Summer Camp Shower

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*All characters in this story are 18*

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It was a crazy hot day, the week after I finished my exams and left college for the summer. I was on a camping trip with some friends, 3 dudes including me and 5 girls I didn’t really speak to. We had 4 two- person tents, one with two guys in, two with two girls and I shared a tent with one of the girls (her name was Chloe) we were meant to sleep in the two separate compartments in the tent, but last night she drunkenly stumbled into my part and snuggled into my sleeping bag with me, where we both fell asleep. Anyway, we all woke up quite early in the morning because 1 of the guys was throwing up everywhere most likely as a result to the excessive amounts of alcohol we shared last night. All of the girls and they other guy went to have showers, leaving me in the very pleasant company of ted (sick dude) As I sat next to his heaving ass and patted his back, I scrolled through Instagram. I saw a message from my drummer from my band: ‘we still on today for 10?!’ I slightly shat myself, as I didn’t want to miss the practice again, it was 8:45 now and it would be at least a half hour drive. I stank of cigarettes, alcohol and probably sick, so I ran to the shower room nearby, leaving poor Terry alone with yesterday’s lunch. Upon entering the shower room, I quickly realised how fucked I was, 5 of the stalls were broken, and the last one had a 5 person queue, with one of the girls just finishing.

“Do you think I could go next guys? I really need to be somewhere.”

“Sorry dude, but we’ve all got work at the restaurant in about an hour, we need to rush too” Dan ( the other guy) said.

“Ah shit, ok”.

Me Chloe, and the three remaining girls all waited outside on the bench while Dan showered. I just started chatting with Chloe and Amie, while the other two girls whispered to each other about something or other. He took fucking ages. bostancı escort bayan I was about to just give up and leave as a stinky mess, until he opened the door with a towel round his waist and said “it’s free.” The two girls who were whispering went in together next, and I tried not to get too carried away with my thoughts.

I checked the time. 9:15. Me, Amie and Chloe sat there in an awkward silence while listening to the not so well disguised giggles and moans of the girls inside. I tried to ignore the growing bulge in my pants.

At around 9:35 they came out, grins on their faces and towels barely covering them. I caught a nice view of their barely covered asses as they walked away.

Next was Amie. She only took ten minutes, but I knew I was not gonna arrive for 10. “Ah shit, I’m gonna be so late.” I groaned.

“Same, fucking manager is gonna go on about it all day too.”

As Amie came out, Chloe went in. I sent an apology to the band, saying I was gonna be late. They were fine with it.

Around five minutes after she went in, Chloe popped her head out the doorway to the shower room.

“Maybe we should share, to save time?” I felt my heartbeat quicken a bit, and the idea excited me a lot. I tried to suppress my reaction.

“Sure, sounds like a good idea.”

I got up and walked into the room, where Chloe was stood naked. She was quite short with curvy thighs and small tits that barely came away from her chest. I quickly covered my eyes “shit, sorry, thought you’d have a towel on” I barely managed. She laughed.

“We’re about to share a shower and you’re worried about seeing me naked? Get those clothes off and jump in.”

She got back into the stall and turned the water back on. I was bright red, and my dick was standing to attention. I started to strip. I was average looking, I had a bit of a belly but I wasn’t fat, and my ümraniye escort dick was around 6 and a half inches at full mast. As I pulled my shorts down my cock flipped out of my boxers, hard as a rock. Chloe stole a quick glance and bit her lip, before looking away and getting on with her shower. I put and hand over my crotch in a half hearted and useless attempt to cover my hard on. Chloe was just stood there washing her hair. I got in the shower, brushing against her slightly as I reached to get the shampoo. It was very cramped, which only made my boner worse. I moved my hand from my crotch and put shampoo in my hand. My dick was against her thigh now, but I just carried on washing my hair.

Chloe grabbed the body wash and started washing herself all over, brushing her hand against my dick a few times ‘accidently’. She made a show of trying to reach her back unsuccessfully, and eventually turned her back to me and said:

“Do you think you could wash my back for me? I can’t seem to reach it on my own.” I quickly obliged, rubbing her upper and lower back, and feeling up her ass a bit under the guise of washing it.

“How about a massage? I did keep you warm last night, so you owe me” she giggled. I moved my hands up and down her back, and brought them up to her shoulders, where I gave the best massage of my life. I stared down at her butt while doing this, and accidently poked her with my dick a few times. She just giggled. After the third time my dick poked her she pushed her ass back against it. I moaned. Chloe reach around and pulled my head down, getting me to kiss her neck as she started to rub my cock with her beautiful ass. I started moving my hips in sync with her rubbing, as I cupped her breasts with my hands. Chloe moaned and grabbed one of my hands from her small tit, guiding it down to her warm pussy. I started rubbing it, hoping I was doing it right. She escort kartal turned her head to mine. We made out as she rubbed her ass against me and moaned into my mouth as I played with her pussy.

Chloe reached around and pushed me off herself, before putting her hands against the stall wall and bending over. What a fucking sight.

“Do I need to say anything?” She asked, before reaching down and pulling me towards her with my cock. She positioned it towards her pussy as I pushed in. It felt fucking amazing, she was so tight and warm. I pushed it all the way in and she moaned. I started fucking her slowly, trying not to cum while listening to her. I sped up a bit, my waist slapping against her ass as she pushed back to me. She moved her head up to me and put an arm around my head, making out with me while I fucked her as hard as I could. My thighs against her thighs, my shoulders against her shoulders. We stood fucking in the shower for a while, before she pulled her lips from mine.

“Want to try something else?” She pulled me out of her and turned around.

“Hold my ass.” She demanded. She wrapped her hands around my neck, lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I didn’t put my dick back in her yet, instead pushing her against the wall and rubbing my hard on against her pussy. She moved her hand from my neck and put my dick inside herself. I started to push. When it was finally all the way inside, I fucked her as fast as I could, kissing her as I spread her ass and pinned her against the wall. She moaned hard, and I felt her pussy contract around me as she came. I kept fucking her until I felt close to cumming, before pulling out, turning her around and bending her back over. I put my dick back in her and fucked her some more, but I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I pulled out, and she gave a sigh. I started rubbing my dick against her ass again, my balls slapping against her pussy as I quickened my pace, getting closer to cumming. I groaned and kept pushing against her, shooting my cum all over her back and ass. She moaned, turned around and kissed me, while wanking me off and getting the rest of my cum all over her thigh.

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Swinging in the Decades

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Cassie was so sophisticated and nonchalant about it, taking for granted that Brady and I were game for it, that I just let it happen. Brady certainly was game for it. It was going to be the eighties after all. Everyone was going to be free and easy and devil may care. It would be the sixties again, done right. A chance for exercising “all you need is love” without the backdrop of a tragic war in Vietnam.

We were at the University of Delaware in Newark, still defining our dreams for the future. Brady was in graduate school, nearing the completion of his MBA. I had suspended my studies for this one last push to get Brady established. I needed two more years for my teaching certificate, and I’d have my chance when Brady was set up in business. His prospects were bright. Brady was one of the best salesmen I knew. It had been Brady who had sold me on Cassie’s idea.

Cassie was in her junior year in interior design. It was Cassie and I who were friends. I worked as a secretary in the fine arts department—working nine to five for that last push to get Brady his MBA. Cassie was a DuPont, which really meant something here in Delaware. Beyond that, she was a fashion plate and as thin and blonde and sophisticated as they get. I had to constantly watch my weight, while she gorged herself when we lunched together. But that’s another story in itself. Suffice to say that it was symbolic of our relationship, though, and how I let her take the lead. Cassie lived life to the hilt without a hint of a problem. I always seemed on the edge of being something that wasn’t quite good enough.

I think some of what prompted me to go with the flow on this New Year’s Eve idea was that Brady jumped at the idea. I worshipped Brady at the time. I couldn’t imagine how I’d managed to land him. He was a dreamboat and a half and all of the girls in college had set their cap for him.

“That’s a man who’s going to go far,” I remember a professor saying one day as Brady was walking out of a math class we shared. “Whoever manages to hitch to that wagon is going to have a good life.” Although I’d been attracted to Brady, it wasn’t until that point—from something a woman professor said—that I became willing to do anything that he wanted as long as there was a hope that I could get hitched to that wagon.

Of course I let him have his way with me when he got around to asking me out—in the backseat of his Mustang convertible down by the Delaware Canal below Wilmington. He asked me if I’d like to see where F. Scott Fitzgerald’s house was, and it turned out that now it was in an industrial area with vast parking lots deserted on weekend nights and had become a favorite make-out spot. He hadn’t asked me if it was my first time and I didn’t volunteer that it was. It wasn’t the last time that my reticence on that subject would back me into a corner.

The sex was good, though, even though Brady was all about getting his own pleasure. After that first time, I found pleasure in it to—especially in a little kinky fetish of his.

He’d done the right thing when I thought I’d gotten pregnant, but there always seemed to be a sense of resentment underlying our lives when it turned out I wasn’t. This inexplicably was followed by a sense of greater separation between us when I finally was, which happened too soon for his plans.

“It almost spoiled my plans for a business career, with an MBA and all,” he’d said when I first told him I might be pregnant. “And now it doesn’t look like—”

“We’ll be fine,” I’d said, interrupting him because I didn’t want anything I did to be a reason that he didn’t go far in business, as the professor had predicted. “I’ll put my schooling on hold. I can get a job at the university,” I’d said. “We’ll get you through graduated school first and then I’ll go back for my teaching certificate.”

That’s where I met Cassie—at the university. She was a star student, and I was working in the fine arts dean’s office. So, it was me who brought Brady and Cassie together. There were occasions later when Brady reminded me of that, as if it explained away everything else.

Cassie was a newlywed too, which is probably why we got along so well and became friends. It certainly wasn’t because we were alike in any way. And, typical of Cassie, she’d landed the biggest catch in the university. Pete was the star player on the university football team, an all-American halfback, which was saying a lot for a smaller university like Delaware to be blessed with. He was as confident of himself and his worth as Cassie was. And he was known to have tried out all of the top women at the university from the entire cheerleading squad down to the homecoming queen and, it was rumored, that math professor as well.

And somehow Cassie had gotten him to propose the summer between his junior and senior year and they’d been married the same September weekend Brady and I had been. Of course her wedding had been the best that DuPonts could muster up and Brady kartal escort bayan and I were married before a justice of the peace.

Four months later, we were moving into a new decade, the 1980s, and when the four of us had met for lunch to go off for Thanksgiving break, where I met Pete for the first time, Cassie had suggested that we celebrate the New Year in style. We found that both couples were still going to be in Newark for New Year’s. I had to work, of course—New Year’s Eve was on a Monday that year, and the university didn’t give us the day off just because we’d be off on Sunday and then on Tuesday again. And Pete wasn’t doing well in his studies and had a lot of classwork to make up because his own football season was being expanded beyond that of the university’s team by his all-star status.

We were discussing what we each expected the eighties to be like, and Cassie and Brady were talking about a new era of free love and doing “what came natural.” This led to talking about swinging and what we all thought about it. Cassie and Brady thought it was just nifty and, I’ll have to say, it seemed to me like it would just be a continuation of the seventies for them. I had felt Brady chomping at the bit about the monogamous life ever since we’d gotten married, and god knows Cassie wasn’t shy about talking about the attributes of every good-looking man she saw. Pete kept pretty silent on the subject, but he had a reputation as a womanizer and user and Pete kept pretty silent about nearly everything.

Pete scared me a bit. He was tall and beefy—not fat, very muscular. Sort of overpowering. And brooding. He didn’t come across as all that bright, supported by the trouble he was having with his studies. But Brady assured me that he had to be smart to be as good a football player as he was. He had to learn and retain many play scenarios and formations. He was sort of like a volcano—reserved on the outside but giving the sense of seething inside, able to break out in violence at any moment. It both frightened and attracted me.

Brady said that was what made Pete a great football player. What I wondered, though, was what about it made him such a ladies’ man. Was it just because he was an all-American jock? Thinking about it scared me, though, so I tried not to. Cassie’s suggestion, enthusiastically backed by Brady, though, forced me to think about the possibilities.

Of the four, I was the weak link. I could talk about the swinging life with bravado, but I hadn’t lived it. Brady had been my only lover. I hadn’t told him that, because I sensed he wanted to have been the man I’d wanted out of all other possibilities. And he was. It just wasn’t because I’d tried them all out sexually.

Cassie’s suggestion was that, since all of us were stuck in Newark for New Year’s Eve, since both couples were struggling financially and couldn’t afford to buy tickets to a blow-out party, and since it was a decade being rung in—one that we all agreed would be a free and easy decade sexually—and since we all had great bodies (which I’ll have to admit I found flattering for Cassie and Brady to say in my case—the other three certainly had 10 bodies), why didn’t we welcome in the decade by partying together and trading partners as the new decade dawned?

And by that, she meant, at the stroke of midnight Brady would be fucking her and Pete would be fucking me. Cassie and Brady discussed it so openly that my eyes went to Pete. But he seemed to be distracted, his eyes following the figure of a waitress as she moved between the tables. No interest in me at all, I thought, so Cassie and Brady could fantasize all they wanted.

I thought at the time it was a joke and it would never happen, but at 9:00 p.m. on Monday, December 31st, 1979, there Cassie and Pete were at our apartment door, carrying a casserole dish as their contribution to a late dinner and a cheap bottle of champagne.

Cassie was dressed to the nines, something considerable cleavage and thighs, like she was going to the DuPont Country Club or the DuPont Hotel for New Year’s festivities. Pete was in a DU sweatshirt, baggy shorts drooping below his knees, and sneakers without socks. Cassie was all bubbly and smart talking. Pete was brooding and quiet. He went straight for our bedroom and switched on the TV to click between the New Year’s Eve football games.

I should mention that our apartment was the attic of a single house. The staircase was at one end and came up into a long room that started off dining room, ran into living area and then was screened off for Brady’s study cubicle. The kitchen was in a dormer off the back of the house, to the right of the entrance into the apartment. Beyond the long living room was a bath in the dormer to the right and then our bedroom. The TV was in the bedroom, against the window wall and facing the bed, close enough to be reached when sitting at the foot of the bed. It was in there mostly because Brady escort maltepe didn’t want the distraction of having it in the living room near where he had to study.

Even then I assumed that the swinging business was all a joke and that we were just having dinner together, would go and all sit on the bed and watch Dick Clark bring in the New Year and then Pete and Cassie would go home and Brady, wound up by cheap champagne, would ravish me on the bed. Which was fine with me. I even was looking forward to that little fetish of his. I’d grown to enjoy it.

I knew that Cassie would come looking like a fashion plate, so I had taken some of the money I siphoned off my overtime to cover gifts and things I didn’t want Brady to see the bill for and bought myself a matching silk blouse and skirt that had looked a lot better on me in the mirror at the department store than it did in the mirror on the back of our bedroom door.

Dinner was fine. Even the cheap wine Brady had pulled out for dinner was fine. The conversation at dinner was fine and free. No mention was made of anyone trading partners later. The Grasshoppers we had after dinner were fine. Brady was on a kick of celebrating with the cocktail that was a third Crème de menthe, a third white Crème di cacao, and a third cream. He thought it made us sophisticated. He referred to it as our NYC cocktail. Even the one joint we passed around was fine, although I was already getting a little woozy by then.

Twenty minutes before twelve—before the onset of the 1980s—we repaired to the bedroom and sat along the foot of the bed like birds on a power line, watching Dick Clark trying to make it seem like everything was just too exciting for words and that we were building up to something.

We were building up to something. We all hoped that the eighties would be life changing for all of us. Since we were coming out of the university into careers, that seemed a good bet.

Cassie had already asked who would be kissing who at the stroke of midnight and Brady had reminded her that we were switching couples, so Cassie was sitting next to Brady and I was sitting next to Pete. OK, I thought, this would be “it” as far as the trading partner’s bit went.

I was a little put out that Cassie and Brady started practicing kisses before it hit midnight. Maddeningly Pete was still clicking between Dick Clark and the football games on the West Coast. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees and acting like he was going to launch himself into the TV screen.

At the stroke of twelve, though, as balloons were going up on the TV screen and Auld Lang Syne was wheezing out of the speakers, he slid back onto the bed. Leaving the channel on Dick Clark and the beginning of the televised firework displays from across the world, he turned and enveloped me in those beefy arms of his and smothered me to his chest. His mouth went to mine and he was French kissing me. It took my breath right away. It was both brutal and overpowering—and a complete surprise. He hadn’t said much all evening. He certainly hadn’t shown any interest in me. In contrast, Cassie and Brady had been flirting with each other outrageously.

While fireworks went off on the TV, Pete had come off the bed while still locking my body in his embrace and my lips with him, and was insinuating his knees between my thighs. A big paw went between our chests while his other arm was encircling my back, and I felt the buttons of my new blouse—my never-worn-before expensive silk blouse—being popped as my blouse was being ripped open. He arched me back, pushed my bra up above my breasts, and moved his mouth from mine to my breasts. His mouth was all over them, and he was sucking hard on my nipples. I perhaps should have tried to push him away at that point—which would have been futile if he didn’t want to be pushed away—but I was involuntarily moaning for what he was doing with my breasts.

I went limp, my arms dangling at my sides, and, sensing my quick surrender to him, he gave a muffled little laugh from the cleft between my breasts.

I was too shocked to cry out or anything, although I was moaning and groaning. I looked to my side for help from Cassie and Brady, but they both were gone.

The paw went under the hem of my skirt and I felt him tear the fabric of my panties away. He cupped my mound and I felt his index finger searching for and finding my clit. He somehow got the sweatshirt over his head and his shorts down on the floor without giving me the feeling that I would be free enough to struggle away and retreat.

It was obvious that he’d done this many times before and that he was used to having his way with women.

He was heavily muscled and hard bodied, and I moaned in want for him even though I knew it was wrong. Brady was hard bodied, but not nearly as muscled—or as movie-star handsome—as Pete.

I made ineffectual sounds that I meant to be objections but pendik escort that came out more as moans of want. Brady was a good lover, but he wasn’t anything like this. He wasn’t overpowering and insistent and so, so big down there, as I now knew as Pete’s engorged staff rubbed on my belly and thighs and moved into position. I involuntarily widened the stance of my legs, instinctively knowing that he was going to fuck me no matter what and that it would be a chore taking all of him inside me.

His mouth was possessing mine again, stifling any form of resistance I might give. But my body was betraying me. I didn’t want to put up any resistance. I clutched at his beefy shoulders as he slid inside me, thick and long. I was wet and open for him, as he probably assumed I would be.

He let me arch back on the bed, with one arm encircling my waist and the hand of the other one cupping the back of my head as he pumped in and out of me. I was in full flow, so, other than the size of him, there was little pain—mostly, I had to admit, pleasure.

He alternated between holding his face above mine, staring into my eyes with his—his bearing a somewhat vacant stare that I took as a somewhat business-as-usual getting his rocks off with an available coed—gaze. Somehow this helped me. I shouldn’t want him inside me, but he was such a hunk and overpowering and . . . and good at the stroking, withdrawing his bulb from time to time to press on my clit, before diving in again and making me almost lift my body off the bed at how filling he was and at the changing in the intensity of pumping of the cock, making me flow and jerk—and approach and explode along with the fireworks on the TV and then rise to new levels of pleasure, because he had stamina and was still fucking me after I’d experienced my first orgasm.

He wasn’t just rushing to his own ejaculation.

For nearly half an hour we worked—together—in rhythm, with me moving my pelvis with his, answering his rhythmic thrustings with ever-increasing cries of pleasure and encouragement that made the fucking a well-oiled machine of mutual giving and taking and that must have given him assurances that I wanted just what he was giving me. At the height of pleasure the bulb of his cheap condom burst and I was gloriously bathed with his cum as I jerked into a spasm of orgasms fed by after spurts of his cum.

I felt him shudder and collapse a bit on me. As he rose off me then, he lowered his face and nuzzled and kissed each of my nipples in turn.

“That was good. Enjoyed that. Nice tits. Something to grab and hold onto. Curves. Most college girls are too angular,” he said as he rolled the spent and ineffectual condom off his cock, both of us pretending at that point that it had done its job, and lobbed it expertly into the wastebasket across the room. I had no idea when he’d rolled that on or where it had come from. A false feeling of relief rushed over me, though. I hadn’t thought about protection the entire time he was fucking me. He’d at least meant to wear protection. This was followed by a sharp stab of concern that the condom hadn’t held.

I was still in a daze as he turned and changed the TV channel to the West Coast games, immediately becoming engrossed in the play on the field.

It was mostly the liquor and the joint, I realized, that had made me so passive. But it also was because I hadn’t said anything about the proposal to trade partners. Pete took it so matter-of-factly. Like it was what I wanted and expected too. Like any girl he wanted would open their legs for him—which probably was close to the truth.

I had to think that I had made the others assume that I was open to it. I was embarrassed and, yes, feeling guilty—and more than a little cheap. A slut. But then there was a bad little fairy sitting on my shoulder telling me that I’d loved being fucked by this athletic hunk. I’d even enjoyed the impersonal nature of it. I’d certainly enjoyed some of what he did to me that Brady didn’t.

Welcome to the eighties, I thought. This was just what Cassie and Brady had said it would be like.

“Wonder if they’re still getting it on,” I heard Pete say. He went to the bedroom door and looked into the living room. “Yep, still goin’ to town,” he said.

He turned back to me. He was naked except for the sneakers, and his body was beautiful. And the cock. I’d had no idea that I’d had something that big inside me. Brady’s cock was fine, but. . . . I wondered about taking it Brady’s special way from Pete.

“Yep, that sure was nice. Happy New Year’s,” he said, as he came back to the bed below me—I hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d left me. I was still lying on the bed, my butt on the edge, and my feet on the floor, my legs spread, my tits pushing out between the ripped-open blouse, my bra up at my neck, and my skirt pulled up to my waist.

He laughed. “That bra ain’t doin’ you much good,” he said. He leaned over, moved his hands around to my back inside my blouse, and expertly unhooked the bra, just like he’d done that a thousand times before. Which he probably had. He just as expertly pulled my blouse off my back and then my unhooked bra over my head. The skirt followed, and I was just as naked as he was.

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Jennifer quickly turned off her computer as soon as she heard her long time boyfriend Mick open the front door. It’d only been three months ago when she finally decided to move in with him. She ran to the front room and as soon as she saw him, she threw her arms around him.

“Whoa! That’s a nice greeting,” Mick said holding her.

“Glad you’re home. I was getting lonely.”

Mick eyed her curiously. “Ok what do you want?”

She giggled. “Nothing. I just love you so much.”

He placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you too.”

“You ready to eat? Cuz I’m starving.”

He smiled and touched her face. “I know what I want to eat.”

She blushed. “You can get your desert after dinner.”

They had a nice home cooked meal and laid around the living room watching their favorite sitcom shows. Jennifer stared at her boyfriend. His brown eyes focused on the TV but soon enough met with hers.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing.”

He went back to watching TV. Jennifer wanted to tell him right then and there, but the words would not come out. She’d been wanting to tell him for a while the secret she’d been hiding from him.

Mick’s eyes focused on Jennifer. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she lied.

He turned off the TV and got up. Jennifer stared up at him innocently. Mick held out his hand. “Come on.”

“What?”

“Let’s go to the room. I’m so ready to make love to you right now.”

She held his hand as he helped her up from the floor. They walked to their bedroom and soon enough they were kissing passionately. Mick’s body pressed against Jennifer’s. She could already feel his hard on pressed against her thighs.

“I want you,” she whispered in between kisses.

“I always want you,” Mick replied in a husky voice.

He began to trail kisses down her neck gently kissing it and sucking on it. She could feel his hot breath on her skin setting her body on fire! He easily picked her up and carried her over to their bed. He laid her down gently. She stared up at her lover with lustful eyes.

Mick peeled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He quickly removed his pants and boxers. Jennifer couldn’t take her eyes off his hard cock. She smiled at him and opened her arms out to him.

“Hurry! I need you.”

He laughed. “You’re a little tomcat tonight aren’t you?”

Jennifer blushed. “Only for you.”

Mick climbed on the bed with her and unbuttoned her top. He slipped his hands underneath her and fumbled with her bra ready to take it off. Once her bra came loose, she raised her body and took her top and bra off throwing them on the floor. Mick cupped one breast and put it in his mouth. He flicked his tongue on her hard nipple.

“Oooh!” She cooed.

He grabbed the other breasts and repeated. His other hand roamed down her body and pulled her skirt up over her waist. He rubbed her thighs while taking turns sucking on her nipples. He moved his hand up and grabbed her panties.

“Just tear them off will ya?” She muttered.

He had a wicked grin on his face. He easily tore off her panties exposing her shaven pussy. He looked down and smiled. “Very sexy.”

“Make love to me…please,” she implored.

Mick didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself between her legs and plunged his cock in her. Jennifer wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer and deeper. Their eyes locked as they made love.

Mick moved in and out of her smoothly. He would dip his head down every now and then to suck on one of her nipples. Jennifer closed her eyes for a moment and moaned. He felt so damn good inside of her. His body was heavy on top of hers but she didn’t mind one bit. She opened her eyes again and realized he’d been staring at her.

“You’re so beautiful. I want you to explode on my cock,” he rasped.

She ran her hand on his chest. “I want to. Then I want you to cum inside of me. Let me feel your seed in me.”

“Mmm,” he groaned and pumped his cock in and out of her faster.

“Ooh yes! A little harder! Mick…oh Mick!” Jennifer cried out. His cock sliding in and out faster was making her body tingle all over.

“I love you Jenny,” he said sweetly and planted a long wet kiss on her lips.

Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore. She began to climax. Her sounds of pleasure became muffled in their kiss. Mick broke the kiss and watched her orgasm. He always loved to watch her.

“Mmmmmggghh!” Jennifer wailed.

“Ahh yes baby, I’m so close!” Mick said.

Jennifer looked into his eyes and clenched her pussy on his cock.

“Oh shit! Don’t do that! You’re going to make me cum so fast!”

She let go letting him continue to please her. Then a few minutes later she did it again tightening her pussy. Mick closed his eyes and was panting harder than ever. “I-I’m going to cum! Ugggghh!”

Jennifer pulled him down to kiss him. Hot spurts of cum shot inside of her. He remained inside of her until he was completely finished.

“Oh damn girl, you made me cum so hard!” Mick sighed.

She giggled. “That’s the point.”

He slipped his cock out of her and lay next to her. Jennifer ataşehir escort bayan laid her head on his chest hearing his heart thumping. She was definitely in love. How would she ever continue to keep this secret from him?

* * *

Jennifer had finished writing her 70th erotic story. She saved her story to a cd-rom and put it in a desk drawer. Mick would hardly ever use the computer. If he did, it was mostly to download music or check his e-mail. Jennifer had feared he’d come across one of her stories but luckily that hadn’t happened.

Jennifer turned off the computer and sighed. She laid back on her chair and thought of how she would ever be able to tell Mick that she wrote erotic stories. Not that Mick was absolutely close-minded, but the fact that Jennifer’s stories were taboo. She had written many incest stories, which Mick had no clue about. Sure she had mentioned to him every now and then that her dream was to be a writer. He believed in her and had always asked to see her work, but she never did. She knew he might like some of her work but feared about the whole incest stories. She would gladly show him any erotic coupling story or nonhuman story she’d written, but there would be those incest ones that she didn’t have the guts to show him.

She wondered how he would react to the whole incest story writing. Would he freak? Would he just ignore it, and would things ever be the same between them? It might have not been a big deal to others but this was the love of her life she would have to tell. What he thought meant so much to her. She knew he loved her unconditionally, or at least that’s what he had told her.

“I have to find a way to tell him,” Jennifer said out loud. She wondered what would be a smooth way to tell him without actually having to say it straight out?

“E-mail. I’ll send an incest story to his e-mail,” she said to herself.

She quickly got back on her computer and created an anonymous e-mail address so that she could send him her stories. Afterwards, she copied and pasted a story and sent it off to him. She only hoped he wouldn’t freak.

* * *

Mick arrived home later on that evening. After a warm shower, he ordered Chinese that night. Jennifer and Mick ate while Mick went on about his day. Jennifer listened but couldn’t get the e-mail out of her mind. She knew that before bedtime, Mick would go and check his e-mail. He usually told her everything. She wondered if he would tell her about the story she sent him.

An hour later, Mick was at the computer. Jennifer was finishing up cleaning the kitchen and peeked out every now and then to see what his reaction was. She knew he was reading her e-mail. Since his back was towards her, she had no clue what his reaction was.

“You got lots of e-mail?” Jennifer asked.

Mick didn’t respond.

“Mick?” Jennifer asked peeking her head out.

Mick turned around and seemed in a daze. “W-what?”

“I asked if you had lots of e-mail tonight? You’ve been reading for quite a while.”

Mick scoffed. “Well, someone sent me some nasty story about a brother and sister fucking if you can believe that.”

Jennifer’s heart sank. “Oh? Is it that bad?”

Mick frowned. “Of course it is! That’s sick!”

Jennifer went back to washing the dishes. “Yeah that is pretty sick stuff huh? Who sent it to ya?”

Mick shrugged and she saw him delete the e-mail. Her heart broke. “I don’t know some sicko I guess.”

Jennifer tried to hold back her tears. She finished washing dishes and went to go shower. Once in the shower, she got to cry. He had sounded so hateful towards her story. Now how would she ever be able to tell him that it was her? That she was the one who wrote it and sent it. Jennifer sobbed and wished she had enough courage to tell him everything.

* * *

The next day, Jennifer did it again. She wasn’t going to give up so easily. She sent Mick yet another e-mail featuring another incest story. If he would delete it, she knew she’d have to wait a while longer before confessing that she was the one who had written the story.

That evening Mick was at the computer again. Jennifer was sitting on the couch pretending to be watching TV. She knew he was reading her second story that she’d sent him. He seemed to be reading for hours but never told her anything about the story. She didn’t want to ask either. She wondered if deep down he really enjoyed her story.

Mick turned off the computer. Jennifer watched as he took a deep breath and laid back on the chair.

“You ok babe?” She asked.

Mick nodded. “I’m fine. I’m going to take a shower.”

He got up and quickly ran into the shower. Jennifer had noticed that he hadn’t deleted the second email she’d sent him.

* * *

Late at night, Once Mick had fallen asleep, Jennifer crept to the living room and turned on the computer. She wanted to finish writing one of her new stories. She slipped the disk into the computer and began typing away. Mick was a deep sleeper so she knew the sound of the keyboard would not wake him.

She took a quick break from her writing to check her escort kadıöy email. She loved receiving feedback for all her stories. As she looked, she noticed Mick had sent her an email. Her heart pounded. It was either good news or bad. She’d have to open up the email to find out for sure.

Once she opened up the email, her eyes watered. It was an angry email from Mick stating not to send him stories anymore. She tried to hold back her tears but they fell down her face naturally. She was no longer in a mood to write anymore.

* * *

As the days went by, Jennifer decided not to write for a few days. She wasn’t feeling hungry and hardly smiled. Mick looked worried but she couldn’t possibly tell him that she was the one who had sent the stories he had hated so much.

At school, her friend Lilly knew that something was terribly wrong. She and Jennifer usually went to get coffee after class but as they sat at the café that afternoon, Jennifer hardly talked or joked.

“Alright Jen, what’s up?” Lilly asked.

Jennifer looked up at her friend as if she didn’t know what she was talking about. “W-what?”

Lilly nodded. “Hmm something is wrong. You’re not laughing or making jokes like you usually do. Jen tell me what’s wrong.”

Jennifer wished she could tell her friend. She’d known Lilly for over 8 years when they had met in seventh grade. This secret was really getting to Jennifer. She liked writing taboo stories no matter what anyone thought of them, yet the most important people in her life had no clue that she did.

Lilly eyed Jennifer waiting for a response. “I guess you don’t want to talk about it huh?”

Jennifer sipped her coffee slowly. “Not really.”

“Is it Mick? Did he do something wrong?”

“No. He’s so wonderful. It’s just…never mind.”

Lilly gave her a sympathetic look. “You know you can always talk to me right Jen?”

Jennifer nodded. “Yeah. Well, if I tell you, do you promise not to judge me?”

Lilly sat back and crossed her arms. “Do I ever judge?”

Jennifer laughed. “Sometimes.”

Lilly smiled wickedly. “Well, we all do sometimes, but you’re my friend so that’s different. Wait! Don’t tell me, you’re gay?”

Jennifer burst out laughing. “No!”

Lilly sighed. “Oh good. I was thinking you were and that you might ask me out. I wouldn’t have turned you down of course but you know.”

“Oh Lilly, you’re too much.”

“See? I got you all relaxed now, so tell me.”

Jennifer leaned closer to her friend. Lilly moved closer and listened attentively. Jennifer looked around to make sure no one was listening. “I have a secret,” Jennifer whispered.

Lilly raised a brown. “Yeah? What is it?”

“You have to promise not to say a word to anyone about it and you have to promise not to judge me.”

“I promise.”

“Pinky swear,” Jennifer teased.

Lilly laughed. “What is this? Eighth grade?”

Jennifer’s face was serious again. “Ok well, I write stories.”

“What kind of stories?”

Jennifer felt her face turning red. “Erotic stories.”

Lilly’s eyes widened. “Oh yeah? Like romance novels?”

“Well, some do have romance but more sex.”

Lilly had a blank face. “What’s the big deal about that Jen?”

Jennifer took a deep breath. “Well, some of them are very taboo.”

Lilly leaned in closer. “Ooh taboo? Hmm sounds interesting. Tell me more.”

Jennifer took another deep breath. “I write lots of stories that deal with incest.”

Lilly gasped and almost fell off her chair. She cleared her throat and took a long sip of her coffee. Jennifer watched her friends reaction. She hoped Lilly would not think any less of her.

Lilly looked away briefly and held her hand across her heart. “Wow! That was a surprise Jen. I have to admit I was shocked. I thought you’d say you wrote about rape or something like that. I never expected you to say incest. Wow!”

Jennifer looked down.

“Hey! Jen! No it’s ok,” Lilly assured.

Jennifer looked at her friend. “Is that bad of me? It’s all just fantasy Lilly. I’d never participate in incest I hope you know that.”

“Yeah I know. I’m just speechless right now.”

Jennifer sipped her coffee slowly. The silence was intense but she expected that. She knew Lilly wouldn’t take the news so easy.

“Jen?” Lilly finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“I’d love to read one. I mean if you’d like to show me?”

Jennifer smiled. She felt relieved that her friend was ok with the whole thing. Maybe after she read her work, she’d understand more about writing erotica. “Really? I don’t write just incest you know. I write other stuff.”

Lilly nodded. “I’d love to read whatever you want to show me, but I have to admit the incest has me intrigued. I mean I don’t like any of my family members, although I did have a crush on a second cousin of mine, I don’t think that counts though.”

Jennifer laughed. “I should write a story about you.”

Lilly blushed. “But seriously, I’d love to read some of your stories.”

“Ok I’ll email you a few and then you let me what you think ok?”

“Sounds good to me.”

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Jennifer sent Lilly three of her stories all different topics, but she was sure to send her one incest one just like Lilly had requested. As she finished sending the email, she felt Mick’s lips on her neck.

“Oh! You scared me!” Jennifer gasped almost jumping up from her chair.

Mick laughed quietly. “You’re cute when you’re scared.”

Jennifer turned to face her lover. “I thought you’d be asleep.”

“I couldn’t. I reached over to put my arms around you, but you weren’t there. What are you doing up so late? Don’t you have early class tomorrow?”

Jennifer turned off the computer. She tried to keep her cool. “Yeah I do. I just finished sending off an email.”

“Not to an online lover I hope,” Mick teased.

Jennifer smiled. She held her lovers hand. “No.”

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Come to bed with me.”

Jennifer stood up and followed him to bed. After a beautiful love making session, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

* * *

“Oh my god! Jen, you’ve got to send me more stories!” Lilly shrilled. It was the next day and once again the girls were at the café.

Jennifer’s eyes lit up. “Really? I mean did you really like them?”

“Oh yeah! I especially liked…the incest one,” Lilly almost hesitated to say.

Jennifer beamed. “I’m so glad!”

“You have to show Mick these stories. He’ll be so hot he’ll fuck your brains out all night.”

Jennifer frowned. “I don’t think so.”

“What? Why not?”

Jennifer looked down. “I’ve sent him some of my stories, anonymously, and he’s rejected them.”

“Well, maybe because he thinks it’s some pervert who sent them to him. If he knows it’s you, I’m sure he’ll get all turned on,” Lilly assured.

“No. I really don’t want to tell him. I’m scared.”

Lilly formed a serious face. “Jen, if you don’t tell him this, then there is really no trust in your relationship. I mean you can keep doing this behind his back, but it’s something you love to do and he should accept you for it. If he doesn’t, then he never truly loved you.”

Jennifer knew her friend was right. She had to figure out a way to tell him. She knew Mick loved her with all of his heart and something like this could not ruin their happiness. She wouldn’t let that happen.

* * *

“Jenny? Jen?” Mick called out. He threw his keys on the coffee table and took off his jacket. He’d gotten out of work early that day. There was silence.

“Jenny?” He called out again.

Nothing.

Mick headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He had been waiting for a coworker to email him important documents. He turned on the computer and as it came up he searched for the printer connector to print out the documents. He finally got into his email and began to print out the information. He wanted to save it on a disk as well. He searched for a blank disk. Grabbing the first disk that didn’t seem to have anything on it, he inserted it into the disk drive.

His eyes widened when he saw what came up. He knew he shouldn’t have, but the titles intrigued him. He clicked on one document titled, “My brother, My lover.” He gulped as he read the first few paragraphs. As he got into the story, his heart pounded. He felt numb. He sat in shock at the words his girlfriend had typed.

“Honey?”

Mick couldn’t move. His eyes were glued to the screen. He’d been lost in the story to even notice Jennifer was home.

“Hey sweetheart I – ” Jennifer stopped and realized Mick was reading one of her stories.

Mick still didn’t turn to look at her.

“M-Mick?” Jennifer asked nervously.

Mick finally turned. His face filled with confusion. “What is this?” He asked her.

Jennifer’s heart sank. “That’s uh…nothing.”

“Nothing?” He snapped.

Jennifer felt her hands begin to shake. “Let me explain-“

“Explain what? Jenny, did you really write all this?”

Jennifer’s eyes filled with tears. “Y-yes.”

Mick stood up. His eyes filled with fury. “So you were the one who sent me those dirty stories huh? Why didn’t you just come out and tell me?”

Tears ran down Jennifer’s face. “I-I was scared.”

“I can’t believe this Jenny. I’m shocked. Incest stories? That’s really sick, so sick!”

With that, he grabbed his jacked and keys and ran out the door. Jennifer heard his car start and he peeled out of the driveway. She flopped down on the couch and sobbed. This was it. Was it true what Lilly had said? Did he not love her enough to look past the stories?

* * *

“I have to stay here tonight ok? I can’t talk about it right now.” Mick explained to his best friend Roger.

Roger crossed his arms and shook his head. “What’s up? You two never fight. I mean if you do, you make up in like five minutes.”

“Please, I don’t want to talk about it,” Mick groaned. He sat on the couch and bowed his head down. The whole situation was bizarre. Never in a million years did he imagine his girlfriend writing taboo stories.

* * *

A storm began to rise. Jennifer paced the living room hoping that Mick would come home soon. It was past midnight and still no sign of her lover. Jennifer’s eyes were red and puffy from having cried so much. She hoped he’d come back and tell her that he didn’t care about the stories. He loved her for who she was and that was that.

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Peter woke up with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. He loved his wife. He didn’t want to destroy his marriage just for a good lay. Of course this led him to think about how good of a lay it was. Never had the sex in his marriage turned him on this much. He started getting hard just thinking about it. But the guilt won out. He got up, showered, ate a quick breakfast and left for work; two hours earlier than usual so that he avoided seeing Kelly at all.

He threw himself into his work so he wouldn’t think about it anymore. All of a sudden, it was ten o’clock at night and he was done with the one and only project he had to work on. He handed in his work and went home, fully aware that he would get home too late to see anyone.

When he got home the lights were all out. He ate a light dinner and headed to bed. As he walked through the living room, he noticed Kelly asleep on the couch. She had on the skimpy cotton shorts that she wore the previous morning. She was on her side, and he could see right up her shorts, and without any panties on, he had a great view of her ass. “God, that ass.” he thought to himself. Being a gentleman, he grabbed the blanket and put it over her. She squirmed a little and let out a little moan. Peter couldn’t help but think about how hot she was. He then had a dangerous thought.

“You’ve already done the deed once. You’ve already cheated. Why not get your money’s worth?” He was disgusted with the idea, and went to bed immediately. He woke up with the guilt once more. He figured that if he could just concentrate on work, he could get through the rest of the week without giving in to Kelly’s temptations. But that plan went out the door when his cell phone rang. It was his boss.

“Peter! I came into work early today and I saw that you finalized the Sloan account. Listen, you’ve been working hard and, the way I see it, you’ve got nothing to do. Take today and Friday off. You’ve earned it.”

This wasn’t going to fit into his plan. “Well maybe I could help Frank with his project.”

“Peter, please. Frank needs the practice. I don’t want to see you in the office. Have a great four-day weekend.” His boss hung up. Peter just stood there. This was not going to be good.

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“I’m going to go for a run.” Kelly announced. Sally then turned to Peter.

“Peter, could you be a doll and make some sandwiches for the kids.” Peter stared at her.

“Just because you’re the mother of my son’s best friend, does not mean I like you in any way.” Peter thought.

But he simply responded, “Five turkey sandwiches coming up.” As he and Kelly went into the house.

Peter went right to the kitchen and started laying out the ingredients. Kelly then walked into the kitchen, wearing very short green mesh shorts and a tight short t-shirt. His dick shifted in his pants. “Oh my God, I need this run so bad. I haven’t had a good work out since Tuesday night.” She smiled and looked right at him when she said that. He pretended not to hear her. She started stretching right there in the kitchen. She began with her arms as she leaned all the way to the right, followed by the left. Both times, her shirt inched up, revealing more of her torso. Peter tried his best not to look. She then sat down on the floor, spreading her legs and putting the soles of her feet together to stretch out her groin. Peter snuck a glance and almost choked. He could see right up her shorts and couldn’t believe that she didn’t have any panties on. He had a perfect view of her wonderful shaved pussy. He swallowed, realizing that she was just as freshly shaved as she was the other night. She must have done it again that morning. He was fully hard just thinking about that.

Kelly smiled when she realized he was looking. She held that position for a long time. Peter no longer was thinking logically. All he could think about was how good that pussy felt on his cock. She finally got up slowly. She turned around and bent over, keeping her knees perfectly straight. This made her shorts ride up, showing Peter nearly her whole ass. Peter couldn’t contain himself, and the following words came out before he could filter his thoughts. “I see you run without wearing any panties.”

Kelly slowly leaned back up. She turned around and walked towards Peter. “Yeah, they bother me too much when I run. Does it bother you?” As she asked, she started lifting up her shirt a little bit.

Peter shook his head, “No.” He backed away and fell into a chair. She kept walking towards him. She was right in front of him. He could see the outline of her pussy through the mesh shorts as the light shined through the light fabric.

Kelly leaned forward and whispered pendik escort in his ear. “Good, because I hate wearing panties. I do it just because I like teasing boys. And older men.” As she said this, she grabbed his hand and started pushing it up her leg. She let go, but Peter didn’t stop. His fingers found their way under her shorts and he once again felt the wonderfully wet and shaved pussy that has haunted his thoughts the past few days. He started rubbing her lips as she moaned and rubbed her fingers through his hair.

“I want your cock in me again. I want you to fuck my tight pussy like you did the other night.” Peter then pulled his fingers out and got up. He started walking away.

“Where are you going?” She asked, disappointed.

“To my study. Are you coming?” She smiled and followed behind him. They went into his home office and shut the door. He locked it as she went to his desk and sat on it right in front of the chair. He sat down in his chair. She was spreading her legs. In the short shorts, it looked so hot.

She began slipping her fingers under her shorts. “Will you make me come like you did the other night? Make me come with your big hard cock.” As she said this, she closed her legs and slowly pulled off her shorts. She spread her legs again, opening up her amazing pussy. Peter got up and pulled out his dick. He started rubbing her clit with it, teasing her with his head. She pulled off her shirt and closed her eyes.

“Please put it in me. I want it so bad.” She pleaded. But Peter kept rubbing her pussy with his head. Finally he pushed into her, but only a bit, then pulled away.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, “Please. Fuck my pussy.” He stood back, looking at the sight of a beautiful 19-year-old girl lying naked on his desk, begging him to fuck her. He obliged. Peter slowly put his head back into her. Even though it had only been a couple of days, he still couldn’t believe how tight she was. He had to push a few times before he was fully in her. He once again felt the ecstasy of being in her tight cavern. He started thrusting back and forth as she moaned and rubbed her pussy. After a bit, she pulled off her shirt as Peter grabbed her ass and continued pushing. But then, Peter’s heart stopped.

A knock at the door, “Peter? Are you in there?” It was Sally. Peter immediately stopped fucking Kelly. He started pulling out, but she grabbed his dick and held him right at her pussy.

“Yes, Sally. I’m just sending an email I forgot to deal with earlier.” Peter barely choked out his response as Kelly was rubbing his head in and around her shaved pussy. She was looking at him with such mischievous eyes. Peter started humping her again. Kelly closed her eyes and put a hand over her mouth.

“Ok, well I’ll finish making the sandwiches. Join us whenever you’re done.”

Peter didn’t care what Sally was saying anymore. He was about to make Kelly come. He watched his dick slide in and out of her 19-year-old pussy with pride. She started shaking and her pussy clenched around Peter’s dick.

“OK Sally, I’ll see you soon.” Peter called back while he came inside Kelly watched her writhe in her own pleasures.

She looked up at him with lust and whispered, “Mr. Hamilton, I think about you all the time. When you’re at work, I finger myself thinking about your cock. Do you ever think of me?”

“God, I try not to. But it’s impossible.” He pulled out of her and put back on his clothes. “We need to get back.” He left the room. All he could think was that he knew this wasn’t the last time.

Later that afternoon, Sally left with all the kids to take them for a sleepover at her house. Kelly was going to go out with her friends that night since she wouldn’t have to worry about the kids.

Peter was in the kitchen reading the newspaper and having his evening coffee, a habit he has regretted since he started a few years back. But it was his more recent habits that were weighing on him the most. Just as he was starting to wonder whether he could keep doing this, Kelly walked in wearing a tight pink t-shirt and a loose white skirt that went to about two inches above her knee. She looked hot. She leaned on the kitchen counter with her back to Peter while she texted on her phone. Her skirt rode up a bit revealing a very good amount of the back of her thighs. Then the door knocked and Kelly opened it.

“Hi! Steph!” Kelly let in her friend. A beautiful brunette with tight green pants revealing an amazing ass and a tight collared shirt.

“Steph, this is Mr. Hamilton. Mr. Hamilton, this is Steph.” Peter shook Steph’s hand.

“Hi Mr. Hamilton.” Steph said with a dash of seduction.

“Ok, we’re heading out. maltepe escort Don’t wait up!” The girls left, whispering to each other and laughing.

Three hours later, Peter was falling asleep with a beer in his hand watching Sports Center. He snapped up when he heard the door shut. Kelly walked in… followed by Steph. They both walked in to the TV room.

“You girls are home early.” Peter remarked, a little uncomfortable as the girls sat next to him on either side of the couch. Kelly brought her legs up on the couch and lay down on her side. Peter coughed, as he could see right up her skirt at her cotton panties.

“Yeah, it was a really boring party. All the guys were kind of lame.”

Peter looked over at Steph, who was rubbing her hands up and down her green-panted thighs. “Doesn’t Kelly look really hot in her skirt tonight, Mr. Hamilton?”

Peter cleared his throat. “Umm I’m not sure what you want me to say to that.”

Steph got up and leaned on her knees to Peter’s left. Kelly moved around and did the same.

Kelly looked at Peter. “Mr. Hamilton, I’ve told Steph about our times together, and she wants to play with us.”

Peter was shocked, “You did what?! What were you thinking Kelly?! What if she tells someone?! What do you think that would mean for me?!” He tried to get up, but Steph grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

“Mr. Hamilton, I would never tell anyone, because I have a good reputation. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m a slut would I? Besides, you’ve already had one 19-year-old girl, wouldn’t it be nice to have two?” As Steph finished, Kelly leaned across Peter and started kissing Steph. They were making out right in front of him. Their breasts were pushing against each other through their tight shirts. Of course, neither had bras on. Why would they? There was no need.

Steph continued. “My boyfriend has never made me come and he’s the only boy I’ve had sex with. Can you make me come, Mr. Hamilton?” As she said this, she unbuttoned her pants. Kelly meanwhile had Peter’s right hand moving up her skirt. She smiled at Steph.

Steph went on, “Will you unzip my pants for me?” Peter obliged with his left hand. As he pulled down the zipper, he realized she wasn’t wearing panties and just like Kelly, she was completely bare. His right hand then reached Kelly’s panties. He slipped his fingers under the hem and started rubbing. Kelly moaned and rubbed her breasts. Steph pulled down her pants and leaned over Peter to make out more with Kelly.

Peter decided to take charge. “Why don’t you two kiss with my dick in between your mouths?” The girls smiled.

Kelly said, “See, Steph. I told you he’d be good.” They both slid down, Kelly took off her shirt. Steph started rubbing her mouth over his fully hard dick through his pants.

“Do you want me to take it out, Mr. Hamilton?” Steph asked while she was already undoing his belt.

Kelly unbuttoned his button and unzipped his zipper. She pulled down Peter’s pants as his hard cock flopped into place. Steph started first, kissing the side of his dick. “How excited are you for two 19-year-old girls to be sucking on your cock?” She asked as she licked the side of his shaft. Kelly slid back down and joined her. They immediately started kissing and moaning, with Peter’s head in between their mouths. The feeling of their tongues playing with each other around his head was incomparable. He reached out with both hands. With his right he rubbed up Kelly’s legs and under her skirt, feeling her panties tightly wrapped around her butt. He started sliding his fingers under her panties and fingering her. She moaned even harder as he did this. With his left hand he fingered Steph’s pussy. Both girls were now moaning and licking his shaft.

Steph stopped first. “Oh my God, your cock is so big.” She got back up on her knees to Peter’s left, leaving Kelly to suck on his tip on her own. Steph leaned into Peter and pulled off her shirt. Her perky breasts were pressed against Peter’s left shoulder. Her pants were still halfway pulled down, showing off her shaved pussy. Peter started rubbing it.

“Mr. Hamilton, mmmhmmm, please make me come for the first time with your huge dick.” Peter nodded. Steph got up and slowly pulled off her green pants, and stood in front of him while Kelly licked up the side of his dick and got back up on her knees. Steph then stood right in front of him.

“I heard you like tight pussies? Mine is so tight. Do you want it?” As she asked she straddled Peter and turned around. She then spread her legs open as wide as she could and balanced forward on Peter’s knees. She then started rubbing her pussy on Peter’s dick. Looking kartal escort back at him.

“Oh my God, I can’t wait for you to be inside me.” She reached back and grabbed the base of his dick. She then slowly slid down on to him. She looked back and whimpered while he started going in her. He couldn’t believe it, but she was tighter than Kelly! He laid back in ecstasy as she slowly pushed his dick all the way inside her. She started riding him hard as Kelly was fingering herself and rubbing her tits. She then stood up on the couch and slowly pulled off her panties, leaving her skirt on.

“I’m so horny Mr. Hamilton.” Said Kelly as she straddled over him, still standing. “I really need you to make me come as well.” Her thighs were directly in front of him as she pulled up her skirt to give him a close-up view of her wonderful young pussy. He immediately thought about how good she tasted on that first night. He reached up and pulled her to his mouth as he went at her. All the while Steph was still riding away.

“Oh my God! I’m going to come!” Yelled Steph. She started shaking. Kelly did the same. The feeling Steph getting tighter around his cock caused him to come as well as the two girls. All three were coming at the same time. Peter felt like a champion.

“That was the best feeling I’ve ever had,” said Steph as she slid off of him. She and Kelly picked up their clothes and started walking out. They sleepily said goodnight and went to bed. Peter just laid back on the couch, soaking in the pleasure.

Peter woke the next morning to the sound of Steph’s car leaving. He smiled. He went downstairs and once again sat on the couch reading the newspaper. He no longer cared about his recent expoits. He was so far past the point of stopping now. As he was beginning to think back on last night, Kelly walked out wearing just a tight white t-shirt and cotton panties with a little pink bow over the front. She was sure to walk right in front of Peter while she bent over to pick up a magazine off the table. She sat down to Peter’s right. He just looked over at her and smiled. Her hair in a loose ponytail, she looked perfectly young and cute. He continued to stare until he eventually caught her eye. She looked at him, smiled, put the magazine on the floor and leaned up on her knees. She started inching towards him.

“So, Mr. Hamilton. I have to pick up your boys in an hour. But before I left, I wanted to make sure of something.” Kelly was looking very sexy as she was saying this. She was pulling at her shirt.

“And what is that, Kelly?”

“Well, we all had a really good time last night with Steph. But, well…” Kelly was pulling off her shirt now, showing off those amazing young perky tits. “…I wanted to make sure you remembered who your favorite was.”

Kelly then unbuttoned and pulled down Peter’s pants and boxers. Instead of going straight into the blowjob, she made out with Peter a little bit, rubbing his dick in her palm. She then pulled off his shirt and slowly kissed down Peter’s chest. As she reached his lower abdomen she moved more to the side so she could rub her tits all over his head. She started pushing them together and rubbing up his dick, giving him a little titty-fuck. He moaned as he saw her ass in those panties sticking out. Kelly slowly slid down so that she was lying fully down on the couch and now kissing his tip. Her tits rested on his thighs. He leaned his head back and slipped his fingers in under her panties in between her legs. She was so wet.

“Ohhh. Will you think about me while you’re fucking your wife?” Peter didn’t immediately register the question. Once he did, he realized the answer was most definitely yes. He started fingering Kelly some more. She took that as a yes.

“Mmmmm. You’ll think of me when you beat off won’t you?” Kelly slowly licked up his dick. “You’ll think of my tight pussy wrapped around your dick.” As she said this, she got up and straddled him putting her arms on his shoulders. He was hard as a rock as she rubbed her panties up and down him. She looked him in the eyes with a serious look.

“I’m serious. I want you to tell me that you’re going to think about me when you’re with your wife.” As she said this, she slowly pulled her panties to the side and started rubbing up and down his dick with her bare vagina.

“I can’t say that. I can’t.” Peter reluctantly responded.

Kelly reached down and put his tip right up against that amazing tight hole. He knew this might be his last chance to have sex with her before his wife got home. “If you want me right now, I want to hear you say it.” She started rubbing the tip and inserting it very slightly inside of her.

Peter couldn’t resist. “Fine, Kelly. Yes. When I fuck my wife, I will be thinking about you. For the rest of our marriage, you will be the one I think about.”

“Thank you.” Kelly sighed with relief as she plunged Peter deep inside her…

THE END

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It was late Saturday morning on the first morning of winter break, and I was just arriving home from the best night of my life. I’d been fantasizing about Terri, the teacher across the hall, since I’d met her in August. I’d spent the better part of the previous night and that morning living out those fantasies.

Exhausted, I climbed the steps of my loft apartment, flopped on the bed, and passed out. I slept hard for several hours, waking finally due to the pressure on my bladder. The afternoon was spent watching whatever sport I could find on cable. As I was sitting in front of the TV, scratching my balls, remembering Terri’s body, there was a knock at the door.

When I opened the door, I found Terri, crying again. Before I could say anything, she grabbed me, buried her face in my shoulder, and bawled. Guiding her inside, I cleared off a spot on the couch and held her until she could tell me what was wrong. Johnny the Jackass had come over and acted like his usual jackass self. It seemed he’d found out from his lawyer the previous day just how much his inability to keep his dick his pants was going to cost him. Screaming and threatening her for thirty minutes must have made him feel better, so he’d left in a huff.

Once she’d calmed down, I drove her to the home improvement store and we picked up new locks for the front and back doors. As an afterthought, we went back in and got one for the door between the kitchen and garage. A couple of hours later, she had new locks on the doors, and we were stuffing his remaining belongings in plastic bags and putting them out on the lawn. Once we were done, I disabled the garage door opener, she called him to tell him where his stuff was, and we drove back to my apartment.

When we got to my place, Terri was still upset and decided my apartment was a mess, so she began cleaning. Try as I might, I couldn’t help. She was upset, she cleaned when she was upset, and I was getting in the way. I decided the best thing I could do was to make dinner.

After dinner, I followed her home. Whether, Johnny had been there or not, his stuff was gone. Terri quickly packed for a couple of days, then we put her Jeep in the garage and took my car back to my place.

We were beat by the time we got back to my place. I told Terri she could have my bed, and I’d take the couch.

“No you won’t. We can share yours; I trust you.”

I didn’t own a pair of pajamas, because I never wore them. So when Terri went into the bathroom, I changed into pair of boxers and a t-shirt. When Terri came out, I went in to pee and came out to find her sitting naked on my bed.

Stunned, I stood there, looking at her tits, until she spoke.

“I’m sorry.” She reached for her t-shirt.

I stopped her by taking her hand. “I’m just surprised. This morning you said it was a one-time thing. I never expected to see you like this again”

“Last night was the first time since college I’d gotten laid by anyone but Johnny; I haven’t cum like that since long before he came along. I’ve never had a fuck-buddy, or even a one-night stand until last night. I’m still not ready to date, yet. Hell, I’m still going to be married for a few more weeks. So I figure that as long as I’m staying with you, we might as well enjoy ourselves.” And we did.

I was naked in record time, and the first thing I did was push her backward onto the bed, kneel in front of her, and dive between her legs. Hers may not have been the best pussy I’d ever tasted, but it was the best I could remember. I skipped most of the preliminaries, and immediately started licking her pussy. I found her clit and started flicking it with the tip of my tongue as I slid my index finger into her pussy. Soon she was bucking against my face, and grunting in time with her hips, so I slipped a second finger into her. She immediately started screaming as her orgasm exploded through her. I tried to keep her going but she grabbed my free hand, and started slapping me on the head, demanding I stop, screaming, “Too Much!”

I stood up in front of her, still holding her hand, and enjoyed the view. Her chest heaved as she tried to get in more air. He legs were wide open, displaying her soaked pussy. She looked totally spent, but she had enough strength to pull me down on her self and kiss my sloppy lips.

When we broke the kiss, Terri demanded, “Fuck me.”

Giving her a quick kiss, I climbed into the center of the bed and pulled her with me. “You’ll have to wait. I’m not done playing with your body.”

I lay back on the bed, and directed her crotch over my face. As she lowered her crotch over my face, I said, “This is why I got the tall headboard, hold on.”

I continued where I’d left off, attacking her clit, taking the opportunity to grope her heavy tits as well. After several minutes of groaning and moaning, Terry surprised me by standing up, turning around, and plopping back onto my face. With my nose buried in her ass cheeks, I went back to work. Soon, I felt her lean ataşehir escort forward and grab my dick. When I felt the warmth of her mouth envelope the head of my cock, I nearly spewed right there. I must have paused, because she ground her pussy back into my face.

I filled my hands with her ass cheeks, spread them so I could get a better view, and went back to work. I kneaded her ass cheeks while licking her box until I began to feel her grinding harder into my face. I’d been fucking her off and on with my right index and middle fingers. Suddenly inspired, I slipped the tip of my middle finger against her ass hole. As soon as my finger touched her there, she moaned loudly around my cock and pushed her ass back against my hands. Encouraged, I slipped the finger in to the second knuckle, and started fucking her ass with my finger. She immediately responded by screaming, clamping down on my finger, and making a mess of my face when she came.

I stopped licking, to give her time to recover, but I kept fucking her ass with my finger until she crawled down so that her hips were even with mine, grabbed my dick, and lowered herself down onto me. I moaned loudly as I split her open, wanting nothing more than to come in her as soon as I could. Grabbing her by the hips I slammed her back down every time she lifted up. I’d hoped to make her come again, but she was too much for me, and I was soon shooting my load inside her.

Climbing off of me, Terri grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom. “We need a shower.” Remembering our last shower, I didn’t argue.

We made out under the spray for several minutes pressing out wet bodies together. Finally I turned her around so that I was behind her, reached around, and started soaping up her front. Reaching between her legs, I parted her lips, and found her clit. With the other hand, I toyed with a nipple, while kissing behind her ear. Soon, I was rock hard again and my dick was pressing between her slightly spread legs.

Impatiently, Terri reached between her legs, grabbed my dick and guided me into her pussy. She leaned forward until the spray was hitting her back (and my chest) and without looking back said, “Do it hard.”

Grabbing her by the hips, I started fucking her. I used her hips like I had earlier, to pull her back to me hard, but apparently not hard enough. “Harder!”

I pounded her as hard as I could without banging her head into the shower wall (more than once). As soon as she put her hands up to stop her head from hitting the wall, I pounded even harder. Looking down at her beautiful ass, I was mesmerized by how it rippled as I repeatedly slammed my hips into it. Inspired again, I let go of her right hip, slid that hand back and slipped my thumb into her asshole. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to keep pounding without breaking my thumb.

Soon she was screaming in orgasm, but I kept going, trying to get off with her. Pulling my thumb out, I grabbed both hips again, and went to town. Her orgasm continued for several minutes, until finally her legs wouldn’t take her weight and buckled.

I managed to catch her before she hit the deck, and holding her up, I turned us both sideways in the shower. With my dick still barely inside her, I held her up against the shower wall, kissing her neck. When she could, Terri gasped, “Oh Damn!” I started slowly slipping back in and out of her, but she stopped me. “Can we finish in bed? Want to be on my back when you cum in me.”

It was difficult, but I slid out of her and we rapidly finished washing up. I dried us both off, took her hand, and led her to the bed. Crawling into the middle she laid back and opened her arms.

I stood there admiring her body for a minute and then climbed in next to her.

As we kissed, I explored her body with my hands and lips again, spending extra time when I found someplace she seemed to like. As soon as my tongue touched her pussy though, she pulled me up. “I want you in me.”

As I entered her, she arched her back, shoving her fabulous chest up at me. As I slowly worked in and out, we kissed again. When we stopped kissing, we kept fucking at the same slow pace at first. Gradually, we picked up the pace until she started breathing heavy again. I was feeling that familiar pressure, and when she finally came, it was much quieter than in the shower, but even still, her moans helped send me over the edge. I gave her two or three more thrusts and let my cum spew inside her.

I collapsed on top of her, and we lay like that for a long time until I finally rolled off of her. We kissed one more time before we drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened the next morning by the phone ringing. Without thinking, I picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Steve? It’s Lydia.” A loud, and familiar female voice nearly split my skull open.It was Terri’s best friend, and the girl’s track coach.

“Hi, Lydia.”

“Sorry for waking you up, but I’m trying to find Terri. Her jeep’s in the garage, but she kadıköy escort won’t answer the door. Have you seen her?”

Without thinking, I handed a somewhat groggy Terri the phone.

“Hi, Lydia.” Terri wasn’t completely awake yet either, but the explosion on the other end of the phone was loud enough to wake me the rest of the way up, so I’m sure it got her.

“What do you think I’m doing here?” Loudness on the other end. “Yes, and it was great. In fact, as soon as I hang up with you, we’ll probably do it again.” More loudness on the other end. “No, he’s not taking advantage of me. I’m the one demanding more sex.” More loudness. “Let’s talk about this later. I need to pee, and then I expect to get fucked silly.”

When she hung up the phone, Terri turned and glared at me. “Why did you just hand me the phone? What if I didn’t want Lydia to know we were fucking.”

“Sorry,” I tried to dig out of my hole. “I was barely awake.”

“You’ll have to make it up to me with sexual favors.” She grinned, “Besides, I’m sure I’d have told her the next time we talked.”

We spent most of the rest of the day naked. We fucked again before getting out of bed, and again in the shower. We laid on the couch watching football, and fooled around of and on the rest of the day, until we finally got dressed and went out to dinner. We went to bed early after dinner, since I had to fly home early the next morning, but we didn’t manage to get to sleep early. The next morning, we repeated our performance in the shower again, except this time, when I pressed her against the wall after her orgasm, I fucked her until I came inside her.

After the shower, she drove me to the airport. The plan was she would stay at my place while I was gone so Johnny wouldn’t be able to find her. He’d left several nasty messages on her cell phone over the weekend. As I was flying across the country, she was talking to her lawyer about a restraining order.

After four uneventful days in my hometown, with the family, I was ready to get back to Texas, and really ready to get back to Terri. As I walked toward baggage claim, I saw her. She was wearing a small black skirt and a black leather jacket zipped halfway up over a low cut white t-shirt. Her flowing blonde hair was down, and her stunning blue eyes shined with what I hoped was lust. She met me with a tonsil-licking kiss. We found my luggage and walked hand in hand to the parking garage. Once there, we walked past all the parked cars to the nearly vacant last row. Only my sedan was that far back. There wasn’t another car within fifty feet.

“Get in the passenger seat.” It was my car, but I didn’t argue, I just did as I was told.

Once behind the driver’s seat, Terri leaned over and kissed me. Immediately, our hands started roaming. I unzipped her jacket and reached in to discover that she hadn’t worn a bra under her thin t-shirt. While I had one hand buried in her hair and the other groped her tits, she opened my pants and pulled out my already hard cock.

As much as I griped and complained about my old car, at that moment, I loved the bench seat. There was nothing impeding her access when she broke our kiss and started sucking my cock. With her leaning over like that, it looked like I could reach behind her and easily slide a hand into her panties. Of course, when I tried it, there were no panties. In my groping, I found a zipper at the back of her skirt, which I unzipped, giving me much easier access to her ass and pussy. However, almost as soon as I touch her soaked pussy, she stopped sucking and climbed into my lap, facing me.

Without waiting, she impaled herself on me, which left her tits perfectly at face level. I was in heaven. I had a handful of tit, another one of ass cheek, a beautiful pink nipple in my lips, and I was getting fucked like mine was the last cock on earth.

We kept fucking like that for several minutes, with only my lips and hands occasionally trading off tits, until she started to scream, and shake wildly. Once her orgasm hit, I came too, filling her with quite a load.

She’d shed her jacket along the way, and when I pulled her thin tank top down to cover her tits, it left nothing to the imagination. She slipped into her tight jacket and zipped it up enough to keep the girls in, but still leave a great view.

I tried to zip her skirt, but with her still straddling me, there was no way it was going to happen. “We’re meeting Lydia for lunch, why don’t you drive.”

I slid out from under her, into the driver’s seat, as Terri laid a towel under her ass, “…to keep the cum stains off the seat.”

Stuffing myself back in, I started the car, and backed out of the parking space. It was then that we noticed the security guard in the golf cart about twenty feet away. As I drove past him, he gave us a thumbs-up in approval. Terri’s face was beet red, but still we both were laughing as we arrived at the restaurant.

Lydia was already sitting at a table when arrived. bostancı escort bayan Lydia was a stunning Hispanic girl. She stood about 5′ 2″, was small, athletic, and knew just how hot she was. She did a double take when she saw Terri. As we slid into the booth, she commented, “Damn girl, dressed like that, I’m surprised you guys didn’t run home first for a quickie.”

Before I could respond, Terri piped up, “I couldn’t wait. We did it in the car in the parking garage.” That set the tone for the rest of the encounter. Nothing was of limits, and I found out a whole lot more about Lydia’s sex life than I ever expected. I also confessed a whole lot more than I’d ever planned.

As we wandered out to the parking lot afterward, Lydia hugged us both. “Tony’s out of town tonight, so if you two ever come up for air, gimme a call so I don’t get too bored.”

As she walked away, I couldn’t resist checking out her beautiful ass in her jeans. Of course, I got caught by Terri. I tried to apologize, but she stopped me. “That’s okay, she does have a great butt. Besides, as much as you play with my ass, I know you like it too.”

We drove back to my apartment and got in the shower to clean off. We started by washing each other from head to toe. Of course we spent extra time on the fun bits. Once clean, I turned her to face the shower wall and pressed her against it with my body. She shoved her ass back at me, expecting me to slip my dick I her, like I usually did at this point. Instead, I kissed the back of her neck and continued kissing my way down her spine until I reached her ass. I alternate kissing and nipping her ass cheeks, while caressing her hips. I guided her around so she could lean over and grab the faucet. Once she was bent over, I centered my kissing and nibbling between her legs. It wasn’t the best angle to eat her pussy from, but it was a great angle for what I wanted. I slid the thumb of one hand into her pussy, while licking away. She was breathing pretty heavily when I pulled the thumb out and found her clit with my tongue. I flicked it a couple of times, the spread her ass cheeks with both hands and licked her from her clit to her asshole. As soon as my tongue hit her asshole, I slipped my thumb back into her pussy, and started fucking her with it, making sure the inside edge of my hand was rubbing her clit.

“What are you doing?” She started to protest, but she never said stop or pulled her ass from my face. I rimmed her asshole for a few seconds, while Terri started to get louder with unintelligible moans. Finally, she very clearly shouted, “Enough! Fuck me now!”

Replacing my tongue with my thumb, I stood and pressed my dick against her pussy. As I slipped into her warm pussy, I slipped my thumb into her ass. Bent over like she was, I could give her a good, hard fucking without having to pull out my thumb. Before long, she was screaming and I could feel myself about to lose it too, so I pulled my thumb out, grabbed her hips and slammed her back into me, hard again and again until I exploded inside her again.

Spent, I hauled Terri upright and she collapsed in my arms. I turned her around, and kissed her, letting the warm water rinse away the mess we’d made of each other.

Once she could stand again, I reached out of the shower, grabbed a towel and dried her off, taking extra time to make sure her beautiful boobs were dry. As I fondled them, she finally spoke, ‘Enough of that, take me to bed.”

I dried myself quickly, took her by the hand, and led her to bed, where I was hoping for another round. When we snuggled up in bed, I found I was wrong.

“We need to talk.”

“What’s wrong?” I was pretty confused. Nothing good ever started with those words, but no one had ever given me that line while naked and in my bed.

“I think we’re going some place we shouldn’t go.”

“I think we did that a while ago.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She paused a moment and continued. “You’ve been great, and I want to keep having sex with you, but I don’t want to jump into a new relationship yet. My divorce isn’t even final for another week.”

We let that hang there in the silence for a few minutes. Finally I spoke. “Well, you said you never had a fuck buddy. We can still be friends and fool around sometimes too.”

“Yeah, but it’s just that for over a week and a half, we’ve been fucking like rabbits whenever we are around each other. I’ve been living here most of that time.”

“Well, once school starts back up, we won’t have as much free time for sex.”

“Don’t remind me. I’ve had more sex since Johnny left than in the last two years of our marriage.”

“His loss, trust me.” Looking down the length of her naked body, I couldn’t help it. “I still find myself stunned thinking about how anyone could fool around on you.”

“Please, I don’t want to go there.” But she went there. “What really pisses me off is him telling me I’m getting fat. Then he fucks that skinny bitch with no tits. As much as a tit man as he is, he’s going to be fucking around on her soon enough.”

Not being stupid, I just held her and let her keep venting.

“Then that useless fucker tried say I’d driven him to it because I wouldn’t let him fuck me in the ass, and she does.”

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Meet Zahra Hamid, a young black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Six feet tall, curvy and lovely, with dark brown skin, long curly dark hair and chestnut eyes, Zahra is a fine exemplar of the modern African Muslim woman. Educated in business management at Carleton University, Zahra works for Shared Services and represents her people well as an employee of the federal government of Canada.

Zahra Hamid is quite passionate about her Islamic faith, and volunteers at the Ottawa Mosque. She’s that sister who can be seen helping out during Ramadan, and she also volunteers during Islamic Awareness Week at her school. Zahra is a staple of the Muslim Basketball Association, and used to play on the all-female Muslim basketball squad. Zahra believes in doing good and helping her fellow human beings. She likes to make a difference. If only her personal life were doing better…

Zahra Hamid has had a string of lousy romances, to put it mildly. First, there was Ismail Khobar, the young, handsome young Arab Muslim man whom Zahra met at a gala a while back. Ismail was charming, and Zahra began dating him shortly after meeting him. The Arab dude was chill and definitely good in bed, but he also harbored a strong dislike of black males even though he liked to date black women. When Ismail made some racist remarks about black men in her presence, Zahra dumped him.

Zahra considers herself a very friendly and understanding person, one who sees people’s humanity first of all. There are tons of folks from all over the world living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Africans, Arabs, Indians, Latinos, Chinese, Aboriginals, and others call the Canadian Capital home. While the City of Ottawa is fairly diverse, a lot of the different ethnic and racial minority groups don’t like each other. Arabs and Africans both endure racism in the City of Ottawa, but the Arabs still don’t like the Africans. Welcome to the modern world.

After the demise of her relationship with Ismail Khobar, Zahra forced herself to move on. When Zahra met Theodore Morrison, the tall, handsome African American businessman seemed absolutely fascinating. Born in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, and educated at Morehouse College and Howard University, Theodore Morrison bostancı escort bayan impressed Zahra with his good looks, intelligence and ambition. Everything that Zahra likes in a man, come to think of it…

Shortly after moving to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, Theodore Morrison began working for the KPMG corporation. The brother seemed like a dream come true, and Zahra would have loved to be his lady. The young Somali-Canadian Muslim woman was quite taken with her hunky African American lover. Zahra and Theo even discussed moving in together. Unfortunately for Zahra, fate had other plans. Theodore had an affair with his blonde-haired white female co-worker Rachel Woodson, Zahra caught them in bed, and that was that…

While Zahra is living her life, she also makes time for her family and friends. Zahra is good friends with Suleiman Ali, a handsome young Somali guy who’s a couple of years younger than her. They’ve always been tight, but Suleiman’s naivete in the dating game has irked Zahra in the past. Suleiman is cute, that much Zahra can admit, but the brother’s lack of sense is one of the many reasons why she long ago decided she would never hook up with him…

“Ramadan Kareem, Brother Suleiman, how are you?” Zahra said, looking at the six-foot-three, dark-skinned, muscular and handsome young Muslim man standing before her. From the frantic way Suleiman knocked at her door, Zahra knew that whatever was going on had to be urgent. Suleiman Ali, born in the Puntland region of Somalia and raised in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, had been Zahra’s best friend for ages. To the point that they kept no secret from each other. That’s why, distraught over his relationship issues, Suleiman came to Zahra…

“Not so good, Zahra, Joanna left me, again,” Suleiman said with a sad shrug, and Zahra nodded, and gently hugged him. They went into the living room of her one-bedroom apartment located in the towers overlooking the South Keys Plaza area of Ottawa. Suleiman had been dating a young Nigerian woman named Joanna Adewale, and things had not been going well. Zahra warned Suleiman that Joanna Adewale was a skank, but the brother did not listen…

Like a lot of young men, Suleiman Ali had a habit of thinking with his dick rather ümraniye escort than his brain when dealing with the female sex. When Suleiman introduced Zahra, his erstwhile best friend to Joanna Adewale, the two women simply did not like each other. Zahra saw Joanna for who and what she was, a freaky young woman out for a good time and nothing more. Zahra desperately cautioned Suleiman against falling in love with Joanna, but the brother did not listen…

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Zahra said, trying to stop the “I told you so” that she felt coming, since Suleiman was in no condition to hear it. Suleiman sipped on the tea that Zahra gave him, and gave her the rundown on his latest misadventure in the romance department. Suleiman had gone after Joanna Adewale, the tall, big-booty chocolate cutie from Port Harcourt, Nigeria, like a heat-seeking missile. The two of them had a steamy tryst, and unfortunately, he caught feelings for her.

“Just my luck,” Suleiman said with a sad little smile. He had a faraway look on his darkly handsome face, and Zahra knew that he was going through his roller-deck of failed romances. Prior to dating Joanne Adewale of Nigeria, Suleiman was involved with a young Belarussian woman named Anita Sharkova, and that did not work out either. Anita Sharkova had a racist father named Konstantin Sharkova who did not approve of her interracial romance with Suleiman. The brother was lost after that relationship fizzled out…

“It’s going to be alright,” Zahra said, and she laid her hand on Suleiman’s thigh absentmindedly. Suleiman nodded, and looked up at her. Without thinking about it, Suleiman’s face drew close to Zahra’s, and the young Somali Muslim woman smiled faintly. The two best friends kissed, and then began fondling one another. As Zahra felt Suleiman’s hands on her, she hesitated, for this was definitely crossing the line. Best friends couldn’t, no, shouldn’t do certain things…

“You are amazing, Zahra,” Suleiman said, as he kissed her neck, and Zahra grinned, then embraced him. Throwing caution to the wind, Zahra and Suleiman began exploring one another, right there on her couch. Zahra marveled at how Suleiman was fondling her and making her feel good. He kissed her lips and caressed her breasts, then slid escort kartal his hand under her skirt. She gasped as she felt his sleek fingers press against her panties, and he chuckled softly.

“Suleiman be careful,” Zahra said, and Suleiman grinned and, kneeling before her, hiked up her skirt. Suleiman gently pulled down Zahra’s panties, and inhaled the scent of her womanhood. Without further ado, the Somali brother began to lick his best friend’s pussy. Nothing like pussy from the Somali motherland, Suleiman thought as he ate Zahra’s pussy. Pleasantly surprised by what Suleiman was doing, Zahra relaxed and enjoyed…

“You taste wonderful,” Suleiman paused to say, and he looked into Zahra’s beautiful face, marveling at what he saw. Zahra sat there, her eyes closed, just a lovely young woman with her hijab on and her skirt up, getting her pussy licked. Suleiman voraciously ate Zahra’s pussy and he fingered her while doing so. Suleiman continued to lick, probe and finger Zahra’s sweet pussy until the magic happened.

“Wallahi, I’m gonna cum,” Zahra cried out, and the young Somali Muslim woman’s curvy body shuddered violently. Suleiman waited, and when Zahra came, he continued to eat her pussy. Zahra shrieked as Suleiman viciously sucked her clit, even as hot girly cum poured out of her. Suleiman tasted Zahra’s cum and nodded approvingly. He’d gone down on enough women to know that no two smelled or tasted alike. Zahra looked at Suleiman through moist eyes, and nodded her thanks. The brother flashed his lady friend one of his I-thought-so smirks…

“You’re always there for me, Zahra, I wanted to be there for you, and I still respect you and value our friendship,” Suleiman told Zahra, after she finished readjusting her clothes. Zahra looked at her tall, handsome friend. In all her years, Zahra never would have thought that Suleiman possessed such skill in the bedroom. The brother was full of surprises, and she found him intriguing, to say the least. Who would have thought that Suleiman was so passionate? Certainly not Zahra…

“Shukran, thank you, my dear,” Zahra said, and Suleiman winked at her, gave her a simple hug and then walked out of her apartment. As Suleiman made his way to his car, the young Muslim gentleman was all smiles. What man doesn’t feel a sense of pride after pleasuring a beautiful woman? Truth be told, Suleiman had been thinking about Zahra lately. She was after all the only woman who never abandoned him. Could a relationship with her possibly be in the cards? Only time would tell…

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