Everything Inc.

Author’s note:

I have received some feedback that concerns me. I don’t have a problem with people writing and indicating that they don’t like the story. But “Don’t bother writing more.” really isn’t helpful. Give me a clue WHY you didn’t like it and future pieces may be more to your liking. Something else I wanted to mention, the “Susie” stories were written for my GF and I to enjoy as the fantasy plays a part in our sex life together. Those things said, I hope you enjoy the stories, and I look forward to helpful feedback, be it positive or negative.

Susie’s Awakening Ch. 3 (Awake and shared)

Susie awoke groggily and tried to sit up. The cuffs on her wrists and her ankles held her tight. She pulled against them, knowing it would be useless, that she was helplessly trussed up for her father’s cock to use whenever he wanted. She sobbed in humiliation. How could her own body betray her by craving something that was so wrong, so dirty?

She heard a thud as the vibrator slipped out of her dripping cunt and fell to the floor. Oh, no! She thought. Daddy had told her not to let it fall or she would be in terrible trouble.

“Thought I warned you about that, slut.”

She gasped as she heard her father’s voice. He must be on the couch right behind her.

“I didn’t mean to let it fall, Daddy, it was just an accident, I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

His hand cracked roughly on her ass and she screamed. “Not half as sorry as you’ll be, my little cocksucker,” He started to stroke her ass then, gently, and his voice turned teasing. “You’re such a good little cocksucker, you suck Daddy’s meat so well….who taught you how to do that?”

“No one Daddy!! I swear! I just do it for Daddy!” she cried.

“Then how do you get such good grades, a little whore like you?” Another slap on her ass, this one harder. “You’ll suck whoever I tell you to suck, whore.”

He undid the handcuffs and ankle cuffs, and carried her into the bathroom. He undressed her carefully and put her in the bathtub.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked. She couldn’t imagine.

“Don’t you remember when Daddy used to give you baths all the time? I am going to clean my baby girl up, because we are having company.”

Susie almost wilted in relief. If they were having company, then he couldn’t fuck her and then she wouldn’t have to feel guilty about how much she loved it. She cringed when she remembered how she’d begged for his cock, told him to take whatever part of her he wanted to use, to spew his cum all over her.

Tom gently rubbed the soap all over her body, washing away all of his cum, all of the drool, all of her cunt juices until she was spanking clean. Then his hand moved down with the washcloth to rub her tiny bald cunt. She noticed that the front of his shorts were bulging, as if something strong, hard, and thick were underneath them.

He began to rub her in that special place, and she felt herself begin to dissolve again in waves of pleasure. His strong fingers were practiced and knew exactly how to touch her to make her helpless.

“Whose cunt is this, little cocksucker?”

Susie didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t answer. Roughly he slapped her across her breasts and she yelped. “I asked you a question, whore!”

“It’s yours!! Your cunt, Daddy!”

He laughed cruelly. “That’s right….and I get to do whatever I want with my little cunt, and this tiny asshole….” He slipped a finger in her ass just as her hips were bucking against his strong hand. “Fight all you want….I like it better when I have to work for it.”

Suddenly her body was writhing in orgasm, and she closed her legs tightly over her father’s hand, holding it there as wave after wave of cum shot through her. Tom laughed softly. “I knew you’d be good at this.”

She expected—wanted him—to pull down his shorts and let his huge cock pop out for her to suck, but he didn’t. Instead he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He dried her off carefully, stopping to suck roughly on her nipples. Then he got out one of her babydoll night gowns with matching panties and dressed her like a doll.

That’s what I am, she realized helplessly. Just his little fuck doll…what kind of a bad girl is a fuck doll for her father? Maybe she should scream or yell…but the image of what was behind his bulging shorts stopped her. She had to have that in her mouth, in her cunt, up her ass, again, she just had to.

He brushed her hair gently and put it up in two pigtails. “There, that’s my little angel whore,” he smiled, his eyes glittering. She wondered what he had in mind to do to her little body this time.

He picked her bayan escort up and carried her into the living room. She put her arms around his neck. Maybe he’s just going to cuddle me now, she thought, and was surprised at the huge feeling of disappointment that came with that thought. Stop it!! She told herself firmly. Only bad, dirty girls want their father’s cock thrusting and throbbing inside of them!

To her surprise, the living room wasn’t empty. There was a huge black man sitting on the couch, drinking a beer.

“Princess,” Tom said, “I want you to meet my friend, Jim. Say hello to the nice man.”

“Hello,” Susie stammered. Tom set her down gently right next to Jim, and sat down on her other side.

“Why, hello there,” said Jim. His voice was deep and rich. “My, my, your daddy was right, you are one sexy little girl.”

Susie bowed her head, but knew she would be punished if she didn’t respond. “Thank you.”

“What do you say, Jim, wanna watch a little TV?” Tom said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. He flipped on the remote, and slid his other hand inside Susie’s nightgown, playing roughly with her nipple. She tried to turn her body so that Jim wouldn’t see, but her father held her firm.

“What’s the matter, princess, are you afraid Jim’s gonna find out what a little cockwhore you are?”

Then the TV popped on. There she was—her father must have rewound the tape while she was sleeping—with her tiny lips wrapped around the head of her father’s cock. On the tape, her father’s hands forced her head further and further, taking in so much cock she was gagging. Then he was slapping her face with his thick, dripping member, laughing as he plunged in back down her throat.

Susie felt her face turning purple. Her Daddy was showing this stranger what a bad girl she was. She tried to look down, but when she did her father pinched her nipple painfully, forcing her to watch herself beg for more of her father’s thick cock to be stuffed into her ass.

Jim and her father remained silent until the tape was over.

“My goodness, you are one bad little girl, sucking your own daddy’s cock dry?” Jim chuckled. He reached out to squeeze her other tit; she could feel the nipple grow hard beneath his fingers and hated herself for it. No wonder they said she was a slut, her body wanted to be touched, fucked, raped, and beaten all the time.

“So, how much?”

Susie didn’t understand the question, and closed her eyes, feeling Jim’s hand and her father’s hand mauling her titties roughly.

“You want her to suck your cock, one hundred. You want to fuck her pussy, five hundred.”

“I want that tiny little ass.”

“Not for sale…that ass is mine.” Tom said firmly. Susie didn’t understand what they were talking about.

Jim squeezed harder. “I’ll give you a thousand.”

“I told you… her ass is mine.” Tom’s eyes grew firm and Jim backed down.

Jim thought about it. “Fine.” He counted out five hundred dollars and threw it on the coffee table. “Now let’s see what we got.”

Tom grabbed Susie’s pigtails and forced her head into Jim’s lap. Jim had unzipped his pants, and his huge cock was springing upright, into her face. She started to struggle.

“Daddy, no!! I don’t want to do this with him!! Don’t make me suck his cock, Daddy!” she wailed, but it was useless. Tom relentlessly pushed her forward and jerked her jaw open, and then this strange man’s cock was dancing in and out of her mouth. It immediately went beyond her throat and she began to gag and whimper.

“Don’t worry, princess, did you think Daddy forgot about you?” Tom laughed. He got behind her and eased her panties down. She struggled to keep her legs together so that he couldn’t remove them. Tom laughed. “It’s so cute when she fights, just like a helpless little kitten.” Effortlessly he pulled her thighs apart and ripped her baby-doll panties off. She felt her hips being lifted and suddenly felt her father’s tongue darting over her little pink clit. He had lifted her up and placed her pussy on his face, and her little legs dangled over the ground as she sucked Jim’s cock. Occasionally he lifted her hips up so he could lick and nibble at her little pink asshole. She wondered futilely how she must look, and then realized she would find out later. Surely her father wouldn’t miss getting this on tape. Her little ass up in the air, her little pussy planted firmly on her father’s face, her tiny lips wrapped around this huge black cock….please don’t let me cum with a stranger’s cock in my mouth, she begged silently, even as she felt the agony of the pleasure waves bayan escort gaziantep beginning to wash over her. She moaned and sucked, hearing Jim grunt his own joy, while her body bucked and rode her father’s face. He grasped her cheeks firmly and held her still; the orgasm instensified and she came all over her father’s face.

He dropped her hips to the ground and laughed. “Did you cum on Daddy’s face like he came on yours? What a good little whore,” he said, slapping her ass. “Don’t you forget ever whose ass this is, little slut. Anyone goes in there but me and you will be sorry.”

The thick black cock was gagging her; she couldn’t breathe. In, out, in, out, Jim’s hands now the ones that yanked her ponytails, forcing her to suck cock….if she didn’t breathe soon she was going to pass out. Just as the world started to go black she heard Jim give a shout, and then she felt rivers of cum pulse down her throat, his huge cock throbbing in her throat.

She woke up only a few seconds later. She lay on her back on the floor, her baby doll nightie shoved up over her titties. Her father knelt by her, spreading her legs, showing the stranger her little cunt. She struggled to close her legs, but it was no use; her father was much too strong and powerful.

“See how sweet that is? Just a sweet little cunt, only been used a few times,” Tom laughed. Jim frowned, and stuck a few fingers up inside her. She shrieked and bucked; Tom held her firm.

“It sure is a tight little pussy,” Jim said, licking his fingers. “I might be too much for a tight little pussy like that.”

“Trust me, this like cockmonger can take anything,” Tom assured him. Jim placed himself between her knees so she couldn’t close them, and Tom lay down next to her.

“This man is going to fuck the shit out of you, princess,” he said smoothly. “Now, if you don’t want me to sell you to even more men to fuck you, you’d better try to stop him. You’d better whine and beg and plead for him not to ruin your little sweet pussy. Because if I think you like it, I’ll have to go out and get more customers tonight.”

“But Daddy, I can’t stop him, he’s too big, he’s too strong—“ Susie begged; Jim’s cock was already rock hard again and he was moving it close to her pussy lips, which were dripping from her father’s licking.

“Oh well,” sighed Tom. “If you can’t stop him, it must mean you really want it..”

“No, Daddy!!”

“Then you better convince me…”

Susie tried to close her legs and move her arms, but her father held those down firmly has he lay perpendicular to her. He lazily sucked on her little nipples as she felt Jim’s cock pushing its way into her cunt that had been virgin until a few short hours ago. His cock rubbed against her clit for a while, and she desperately thought if she could make him cum that way, he would stop. But as she moved her hips against it, Jim laughed.

“She can’t wait for it, can she?” He reached down to spread her pussy lips with his fingers and then suddenly thrust himself forward. Susie screamed, in pain, and as he began rocking back and forth, hammering at her cunt with his dick, she began to feel that now-familiar feeling building up between her legs. He didn’t stop to tease like her father, he pounded and pounded as she whimpered and struggled helplessly against it . “ A stranger’s dick is pumping like a steam engine and I’m going to cum,” she thought; I truly am a cockwhore.

“I feel left out,” Said Tom. He straddled Susie’s head and unzipped his fly. “Get it hard for me, you little cunt.” His cock popped out of his shorts and Susie seized it in her mouth gratefully, sucking, licking, swirling her tongue around his huge cock. He laughed as his cock grew in her mouth. “You’ve been wanting this ever since the bathtub, haven’t you, slut?”

“Mppppggghhhh,” Susie moaned. She could feel her little legs bouncing helplessly as Jim pounded her pussy, and she could feel her father’s cock touch her throat as she greedily sucked. She was stuffed full of cock and loving it.

“Say it, cockwhore. Say, ‘I love cock’.” Susie refused to let go of his cock with her eager little rosebud mouth, and he pulled it away, slapping her with it. “Say it!!”

“I love cock, Daddy!! I can’t get enough cock, just give it back to me, please!! I need it!!” she sobbed helplessly at the sound of her own words, knowing every word of it was true.

“Good girl,” he laughed, and let his cock slide back into her mouth. She sucked it like a Popsicle, licking, tasting, teasing from base to head, taking it all in again….suddenly her body was bucked by another gaziantep escort orgasm and she shrieked, her hips bobbing of their own volition. She writhed and moaned, Jim’s cock in her cunt, her father’s cock in her mouth.

“Time for something new,” her father said. He stood up—Susie whimpered and grabbed for the cock she needed so desperately. He laughed. “Not yet, little whore.”

Jim lay fully on top of her and rolled, so that she was lying on top of him. He took her face in his hands. “I never did know a little girl who liked cock so much.” She whimpered, knowing he meant she was a bad, bad girl. Jim held her hips and began pumping furiously again, for a minute. She was bounced up and down on his cock mercilessly, feeling it tear into her, going deeper with each thrust.

Then she felt her father behind her. “Got room for me?”

He spread her little ass cheeks and spit on her hole. His cock, drenched from the drool in her mouth, was already soaking wet as it began pressing into her tiny opening.

“No, Daddy!! Not two of you at once!! It’s too much cock!! I’ll break open, I’ll split right in two with that much cock in me!!”

Tom yanked her hair back. “However much cock I give you, you’ll take, understand?” he slapped her ass roughly as Jim bounced her up and down like a rubber doll. “Hold her still, Jim.”

Jim held still and spread her ass cheeks further. Susie fought desperately; she was such a bad girl already, this would make her the worst of all the bad girls. But her father was much too strong and soon her little opening popped open, and he slid his cock up to the shaft in it. “There, that’s better.”

Tom and Jim began rocking in unison as she sobbed. Daddy picked up his belt and wrapped it around her mouth. “Bite on this if it hurts, you’re gonna need it.”

She bit on the belt as they pumped their cocks into her little raped body, cruelly using her cunt and her asshole for their pleasure. Each grunt and thrust made her body belong to them more, and she whimpered and shrieked as she came time after time. Her father’s balls were slapping against the bottom of her ass, and one of his hands was wrapped tightly around her neck. How could she ever go back to school, knowing that she was such a bad dirty girl who would come as she was being raped? She bet none of the other girls came when their daddies raped them, and certainly not if a stranger was raping them too….

Jim started pounding her faster, harder. She moaned and Tom tightened the belt. “Now!” he yelled, and rolled over on his back. Jim jumped up and stuffed his cock into her mouth, as her father fucked her asshole like a machine about to burst. She gagged on Jim’s cock.

Suddenly Jim pulled his cock out of her mouth in time for a bucketload of cum to spurt out….it landed on her face, in her mouth, dripped off her cheeks….some landed on her tits and he rubbed it in with his cock as his orgasm faded. At the exact same moment, Tom began his now familiar grunts and began pumping harder until he exploded inside her asshole; she could feel his cum dripping down the sides of her ass cheeks….

After a moment they stood up and rearranged their pants. She heard the Poloroid going off again but didn’t open her eyes. She was too ashamed. A stranger now knew now much she loved cock and had to have it.

“The little baby’s tired, she wants to go to sleep, “ she heard Jim laugh. Her father picked her up and took her to the bathtub again, washing away all of the cum and the juices. “This will help my baby sleep,” he said, and fed her a little white pill. It hit quickly and she was so suddenly exhausted from all that fucking she hoped he would put her right to bed, but he didn’t.

Instead he carried her out to the couch, which Jim had pulled out into a queen-sized bed. Her father laid her out, spread eagled, on the bed on her back, and kissed her gently good night. She was starting to see double if she kept her eyes open and she could bare move her arms or her legs. Her daddy made sure to spread her legs open wide, and she couldn’t even close them.

She could hear them watching the tape and let herself fall asleep to the sounds of her own moaning. Every now and then one of them would get up and fuck her little cunt, or straddle her head so she could suck cock, and she pretended to be asleep so that they wouldn’t know when she was coming. They could feel her little pussy pulse when she did, and laughed. They knew how much she needed and loved cock, knew what a little slutwhore she was. Her father would roll her over to have her asshole occasionally, but no matter how much money Jim offered her daddy refused to let him have it.

“Her ass belongs to me. No one else gets it. I’m her daddy, after all.”

Finally, after being fucked and coming more times than she could possibly count, she drifted off to sleep. There were two more days of the weekend; she wondered what else her daddy had in store for her. Despite herself, her cunt began to throb at the prospect.

The following is a work of fiction. Certain places and events are actual, but the names and relationships are all a work of imagination.

*

I had a momentary flash of guilt. I thought I heard a sound outside, but after hushing him, I listened and all I could hear was the shallow breaths we both were taking after the workout. He was still at full-mast while I was starting to deflate. Not like usual, but definitely not rock-hard still. The stimulation of the experience was tremendous and I know he enjoyed it too.

“I’ll need to go crash now.” I told him

“Yeah, me too in a bit, I need to clean up some more.” he told me.

I told him goodnight and left the bathroom. I stopped at the foot of the stairs and listened but there were no sounds from upstairs. Then I policed the den, shut off the TV, cleaned up some glasses and turned off the lights.

Going back by the still-shut bathroom door, I heard the unmistakably familiar sound going on inside. Clark was undoubtedly still turned on by everything and decided to rub another one out.

“Good for him, I remember those days” I thought to myself, and wishing I could see inside; watch him when he thought he was alone. I wasn’t so busy earlier that I couldn’t see how enraptured he was while jacking with me.

I stood quietly by the door, listening to the squishing get into a steady rhythm until he softly groaned and I heard the splatter of another load blasted. The boy did have a porno money shot for sure! I was hard again too; my shorts getting uncomfortably tight and still just a bit sticky from earlier. It was almost too much to take but I headed upstairs for bed.

In the morning, I got up at my usual time, put the coffee on, check the news online and basically puttered around. Clark was usually about 30 minutes behind me and I checked the bathroom for any trace of last night’s fireworks. When he finally emerged, he slapped me on the back and asked how I slept.

“Fine,” I told him, “after that workout I needed some zzzz’s to recuperate!”

“I hope we can repeat sometime.” he winked at me and said. “I enjoyed the hell out of it.”

“Enjoyed it so much you had another round by yourself?” I asked? “You missed a few spots cleaning up!”

Clark grinned sheepishly, “Yeah I guess I had a little more left in me.”

I told him we’d get another chance sometime soon since it looked like him mom was having a rough time, health-wise, we’d have plenty of time by ourselves.

I went on to work, he to school, but my mind was racing all day with the memory of how he looked, we looked, side-by-side in the bathroom mirror. I probably spent more time with a semi-hard that day than I had in many years. But it was my son! Maybe not the fruit of my loins, but still! I wondered how it was going to happen again, or when.

I managed to make it through the day and called home to see what was going on. My wife was in the midst of packing when I called. Her sister had called and she wanted her to come visit for a few days. Something about the kids and a school pageant or musical and costumes and blah, blah, blah. You know how it is. I asked when she was heading out and she told me right after I got home. It was about a 4 hour drive and she wanted to get in before too late.

“I’ll come see you off.” I told her, “Tonight’s a workout night but I’ll blaze out of work right now and spend some time with you before you hit the road. I can go to the gym afterwards.” What a loving husband I am, right?

“Just so long as you skip the titty-bars afterwards.” she joked with me. This was sort of a long-standing joke between us, not that I went to them (that she knew).

“No worries, I’ve decided I’m not into tits anymore!” I joked back. So I packed my briefcase and headed out the door to see her before she left. When I got home, her SUV was already packed and gassed. We ducked out in my car to grab a bite from Chick-fil-a and talk about what she was going to do while she was gone.

“You stay away from those single teachers.” I warned her. “Some of those boys gaziantep ateşli escort fresh out of college have a thing for soccer moms.”

“Right, like they’d know what to do with me.” she replied.

After about 20 minutes, she checked the time and announced she need to hit the road before traffic got too heavy. I took her back to the house and kissed her goodbye, just as Clark came in from practice. She had sent him a text message earlier telling him goodbye, so he knew what was going on.

“What a good son, coming to tell your mommy goodbye!” She cooed at him. He blushed and kissed her before she closed the door.

He leaned against me as she drove off and I playfully pushed him down “Get your sweaty soccer ass off me, boy!”

How got up and made a show of brushing the dust off himself. “Hey, I’m going back over to Donald’s, we’re working on this damn project and he has more room to spread out. Eric and Brandon are coming over too”

“What class is it for?” I asked.

“Economics,” he said. “we’re setting up a soccer league website and have to create ads and games and game stories and shit.”

“Sounds fun; almost like real work or something. Well, I’m going to hit the gym for a while, work some kinks out of my back and shoulders.” I told him. “Don’t be too late tonight, you were up late last night!”

He grinned, “yeah, I know what you mean!”

Gold’s Gym was too fucking hot tonight. It smelled like a gym, only there was an extra funk of Indian summer and god knows what else. I finished my shoulder, back, chest and abs routine and hit the shower. While I was there, I spotted this college kid that I’d seen before. Today, I caught him glance at me while I was on the roman chair but I couldn’t be sure. Instantly, I was comparing his body to Clark’s. Both were about the same height, his hair was darker and curlier. His muscle development was more filled out than Clark, who was still very lean, although he had some good beginnings in some muscle groups.

I felt a little stirring down low and instantly turned the shower to cold. Almost too late and I had to turn towards the wall to avoid showing this kid some hardening cock. After finishing the soapdown, I started to rinse with my head under the shower and through the streaming water I could see the kid with a semi-hardon of his own staring over at me. I had to shake this image out of my head or else what was asleep was going to wake up, plus, I wasn’t prepared to make an ass out of myself in a gym I’ve been a member of for a few years.

But, damn, he was hot looking!

I retreated to the sauna to relax and soak some heat in my weary, old muscles. Even though I had one at home, it felt good to stretch out in this one. Hardly anyone ever used it so I could just about count on some alone time. It felt great, the scent of eucalyptus smelled better than the gym and before long, I was dozing (yeah, I know, not a good thing to do in a sauna). I heard the door open and sensed, rather than saw, someone come in and sit opposite me on the other bench tier. Yeah, right, my shower buddy. This was going to be rough.

He lay on his back on the top tier and draped his towel over his groin. I don’t think he even dried off from the shower as he was still soaking wet and before long, I could see some steam rising as the shower water evaporated off him. His hair was in wet ringlets and dripped onto the teak with a little sizzle every time. I kept glancing over, peeking out of my left eye as I lay on my stomach, which was a good thing, since I was fully hard by now. I shifted my hips around to give my cock some room and the towel slipped off me, and dropped to the floor.

“Fuck” I whispered and reached for the towel, and when I did, I noticed his towel was starting to poke skyward. I retrieved my towel and flipped it back over my ass and shifted again to find a slot in the teak deck for my already, uncomfortably squished cock. At this point, I was stuck until it subsided or he left, and he wasn’t showing bakımlı gaziantep escort any signs of doing that.

“Damn this heat feels good to me,” I heard him say “I love this room when I’ve had a bad day”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, but I’ve never seen you around here this time of day.” I said back.

“I finished my last final this afternoon, and I thought I was going out with some friends. I usually come here either first thing or last thing.” he continued.

This conversation wasn’t helping me. I’d heard a story a while back about some college kid who would hit on some of the older gym members. Some of the guys were calling him a “rent boy” but there was no proof he was doing anything for money. Could this be him?

He was silent while I was musing. I glanced again and could see the head of his cock under the end of his towel, which appeared to be a little further up from where it was before. I groaned inwardly and shifted again, trying to block out the sight of this gorgeous stud and my overwhelming urge to sit up and show him just what state I was in. I heard him moving around and assumed he was shifting like me or moving to cover himself better.

Suddenly, I felt him sit below me and then stretched out like he was on the other side. We were head to foot, but me on the upper level, him on the lower and me with my cock jammed between the boards on this bench.

“Is this your normal time here?” he asked me, just like a natural continuation of our conversation. “It seems a little dead in this part of the gym, I’m used to more guys in here, I almost never get to stretch out like this.”

As he said that, I glanced at his towel and saw the exposed head of his hard cock sticking out of the top part of the towel. The head was red and oozing just a bit of precum back onto the “happy trail” leading to his belly button. I squeezed my eyes shut and lightly shook my head.

“Yeah,” I answered through clenched teeth “this is about par for the course this time of day.”

Suddenly, like an electric shock, I could feel fingers caressing my cock, wedged below me in the sauna bench. It felt magical, exciting, scary, sensual and thrilling all at once. I raised my head to look back at him and saw him wink.

“I couldn’t resist,” he said with a grin “you look like you needed some attention”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Less than a day after I had jacked off with my son in the bathroom, this stud was stroking me in the sauna of my gym! And I wanted it! And I wanted to stroke him too, I wanted him to blow me and I wanted to blow him . . . . . . . what the hell was I thinking? Someone could walk in at any minute and we’d have our pictures on the news for sure! But the simple fact of the matter was, I wanted this to happen, and I knew damn well that no one would come in. Not in 5 years had I ever had someone else in the sauna with me at this time of day. This was perfect!

Perfect, yes! Perfectly hot, yes!

“Let’s get a little more comfortable,” I head him say “can you get up from there?”

“I just hope I’m not wedged in too far.” I joked. And with that, I raised up and popped out of the gap.

“Not a problem, but I would have had to use some saliva as lubricant if needed.” he said smugly and resumed his gentle stroking. He spun around on the bench, letting his legs dangle underneath while he positioned himself between my legs and started rubbing with both hands, his left alternating by caressing my balls and then my shaft. I leaned back and moaned, enjoying the sensations of what he was doing.

“I’m Bryson, by the way.” he said. I muttered my name to him but was so caught up in the sensations I have no idea if I actually said it or just thought it.

“Enough of the intros,” I heard him say “I’ve got something I need to do.” and with that, he leaned forward and pulled my hips toward him and swallowed my cock all at once.

“Holy fuck!” I said and looked down at this beautiful cock sucking boy who was expertly escort gaziantep taking me down to my pubes like he was born to it. It must have been minutes, or could have been hours, I don’t know. It was heaven. Yeah, I’ve been blown by guys before but this kid was en fuego. It wasn’t long before I knew what was coming and I could tell by him slowing down that he knew it too.

“I’m not long.” I whispered. I saw him look up and me and wink and then focused back on what he was doing. His pace slowed a little more until I felt the swelling, my balls tightened up and he pulled off till just the head of my cock was between his lips and the flood began. He let the first two jets coat his tongue and then dived onto the cock again, sucking greedily, pulling every drop of cum out of it, not wasting a drop.

I could feel my cock pulsing and twitching as he pulled off finally. He had one hand in his own lap and was tugging on his cock.

“Sit up next to me” I told him. “Let me help you out” He sat next to me on the top bench and I reached into his lap and started a slow stroke on his drooling cock, using his precum and my saliva to glide across the shaft. He closed his eyes and leaned back as I took care of him, hips gently moving in rhythm with my stroking. The dry sauna environment meant I needed more saliva so I leaned over and dribbled some on his cock as I stroked. I looked down and decided “what the hell” and leaned over to take the head of his cock into my mouth.

“Mmmmm” he moaned as I slowly moved up and down on his shaft. His cock was not as thick as mine, but certainly as long, if not longer. The neatly flared head fit perfectly in my mouth and it felt natural to be leaning over and giving him head in return for his marvelous demonstration of oral talents. While it was a bit darker in color, the shape looked just like Clark’s and as I was swallowing more and more of it each time I bobbed lower, I wondered if this was how Clark’s would be.

I didn’t have time to speculate any longer as he tapped my head and whispered “I’m about to cum!”. I gave him the “thumbs up” sign and kept sucking. In seconds I could feel the shaft pulse and spurts of warm, slightly salty-sweet liquid coursed into my mouth and throat. I was a bit shocked and the intensity of the pulses and let some leak out of my mouth and onto his balls and thigh. I made sure he was finished shooting before I pulled off but I kept stroking, out of habit, I guess. To my shock, he pulsed one more time and a jet of cum shot over his chest, landing on his chin.

He reached out and scooped it up into his mouth, remarking “tastes NOT like chicken”.

I laughed at that and then leaned back, releasing his cock and off-handedly rubbing mine. I could still taste his cum and he was right, definitely not like chicken. He leaned over and gave my hand and cock a little caress and looked up at me.

“I may have to come back thins time of day again!”

“Hell,” I replied “I may have to change my hours to late night.”

We both sat there for a little bit, towels wrapped back around us and on opposite sides of the sauna. Finally, I got up to leave, suddenly remembering that Clark might be home in a while and I had no clue what to do about dinner.

“I’ll see you around.” I told Bryson.

“Yeah, enjoyed the cock, dad!” he joked with me, but I got a slight chill from it. He reminded me a bit of Clark, and the similarities were so striking that it was almost like I had just traded blowjobs with my son in the sauna . . . . . . .

I drove home euphoric from Gold’s. I really hoped Bryson and I could meet again, but even if we never did, this had to be one of my hottest experiences ever. The similarities with Clark were there, but Bryson knew exactly what he wanted from the moment he stepped into the sauna. I really doubt Clark would be as bold.

The house was dark when I got there. He still must be at Donald’s, working on their project.

Or were they???? My mind wandered, easy to do after tonight’s encounter. What if he was already toying around with his friends? They were all as damn hot as Clark was, in their own different ways. Donald was tall and rangy, pale skin and all lean muscled, dark hair and eyes. He looked like he craved attention. Eric was painfully thin, with dark olive skin and long streaked hair that always seemed to fall over his green eyes. Brandon was a fireplug of muscle, all Italian boy it appeared.

I wondered.

This is part three of my Tom and Holly series. While it can be read as a standalone, it will make more sense if the first two parts, ‘A Sprig of Christmas Holly’ and ‘Unseasonal Holly’, are read first.

Comments and feedback are appreciated.

Enjoy.

*

Tom Jamieson looked down at the text alert on his phone. Smiling, he opened the whole message.

How do you fancy a summer getaway? Call me when you get the chance. X

The message was from ‘Kate’, but he knew no one by that name. Tom called back immediately.

‘Hey, lover,’ greeted the voice at the other end of the line.

‘Hey, Aunt Holly,’ he said. ‘What’s this about a dirty weekend?’

‘I believe I said “summer getaway”, but frame it how you like. Are you up for it?’

‘Of course. What did you have in mind?’

‘I was thinking a trip to the coast. There’s a place I’ve always wanted to go back to, and I figured now would be the perfect opportunity.’

Tom feigned offence. ‘So you’re just using me to reminisce?’

‘No, silly. I’m using you for sex. Reminiscing is an added bonus.’

‘Thought so. When were you thinking?’

‘Are you free next weekend? Olivia’s going to Spain for a few days with her friends to celebrate finishing college.’

‘I’ll clear my diary, seeing as it’s you. Email me details and I’ll take a look. How is Liv?’

‘Good. She’s been talking to a guy, believe it or not.’

‘Wow. Our lesson over Easter must’ve given her some confidence.’

‘It did. She even said so herself. Speaking of Liv, she’s just got back, so I’d better go. I’ll send you the stuff later. Bye, stud.’

‘Talk soon.’

*

Tom checked his email later that evening and smiled when he saw the subject line at the top of his inbox. Grimm’s Fairy Tales. It had been his favourite book, one his aunt had read to him as a child – and more recently while he had fucked her against the kitchen island at Christmas. Putting pleasant memories aside, he opened the email.

Hi Tom

Here are some links to where I had in mind. I was thinking three nights (next Friday to Sunday) to have as much time together as possible. Don’t worry about cost, I’m happy to pay for the guesthouse. The only thing you’ll need to book is your train.

Let me know what you think.

H

P.S. Hope you like the pic. Just a little taste of what’s to come…

Tom opened the attachment first, revealing a photo of Holly’s familiar cleavage. Ignoring the twitch of excitement in his loins, he then followed the links to a guesthouse and an image search of a place called Robin Hoods Bay, a picturesque fishing village on the Yorkshire coast. There didn’t look to be a huge amount to do, but he supposed that tourism wasn’t the main goal of the trip.

He messaged ‘Kate’. Looks good, let’s do it. I might have to put that pic to good use, too.

His phone buzzed a couple of minutes later. Have fun with it 😉 Great, I’ll make the booking now. See you in a week, lover.

Can’t wait.

*

Just after departing Seamer station – Tom’s penultimate stop, his phone vibrated. Holly had taken an early train from Edinburgh, and would now be waiting for him at the guesthouse. He looked down at the message from ‘Kate’.

Are you nearly here?

About 10 mins out. Are you getting impatient? 😉

Maybe a little. It’s so lonely having this big comfy bed all to myself.

Are you lying on it now?

Yep.

Naked?

Obviously. And my pussy’s getting horny. She’s missed her nephew’s cock.

Tom puffed out his cheeks. The train couldn’t move fast enough. Are you touching her now?

Incoming call. Tom answered.

‘Of course I am. Is your train busy?’

‘Very.’

‘They you’ll have to be careful what you say.’

Tom glanced around the full carriage. ‘Whereabouts?

‘Right now I’m rubbing my clit, getting everything nice and wet.’

‘How wet?’

‘Sopping.’

‘You missed me that much?’

‘More than you can imagine. I’m teasing my hole now, dipping a finger in and out.’

‘How does it feel?’

‘Good, but there’s something missing. My fingers are so small. If only I had a big, hard cock to fill me up…’

‘You might get lucky.’

‘I’ve got a feeling I will. There’s this young stud on his way to my room. My sister made him just for me.’

‘Fuck, Aunt Holly,’ Tom whispered.

‘Soon. In the meantime, here’s a little appetizer.’

Holly lowered her phone to her mound, allowing Tom to hear the wet squelch of her exploring fingers. She moaned and sighed in the background, more for his pleasure than because of her own.

His breathing intensified as he fought to keep his composure, cock now at its zenith under his bag.

‘How hard are you right now?’ Holly asked.

‘You don’t want to know.’

‘Must be torture, not being able to touch it because of all those people.’

‘Maybe someone can help me with it.’

‘Not just anyone, I hope. There’s only one pussy where that cock belongs.’

‘No others since last time.’

‘Ooh gaziantep escort bayan you disciplined boy. You must be itching to fuck.’

‘You have no idea.’

‘Then come and show me.’

Their conversation was interrupted by an announcement. ‘We are now approaching Scarborough, where this train terminates. Please make sure you take all your belongings with you when you leave the train.’

‘Hear that? You won’t be waiting much longer.’

Holly sounded a kiss down the phone. ‘Come get me, boy toy.’

‘Try and stop me.’

With that, Tom hung up and made his way to the train doors. Following an agonisingly slow approach to the platform, he exited the station and caught a bus to take him to the nearby village of Robin Hoods Bay.

After alighting, Tom made his way to the guesthouse Holly had booked. It was a quaint affair, capable of handling no more than a handful of guests at a time. He entered and told the owner he was meeting his ‘girlfriend’ in the sea view suite.

‘Ah, yes,’ she said, unable to hide her surprise. ‘She told me to expect you. It’s up the stairs, second door on the right.’

Tom thanked her and went upstairs, his cock practically bursting with anticipation. He knocked on the door to be safe, and was greeted by his aunt in a bathrobe. Smiling wantonly at him, she untied the belt, then slid the robe off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Tom’s jaw clenched, enflamed by her naked form. He bounded into the room and kicked the door shut before picking her up in a bridal lift. Setting her down on the edge of the bed, he splayed her legs as wide as they would go. He kneeled down and, still fully clothed, claimed what he’d been waiting for since Easter. As she had promised, his tongue met her pussy sopping wet, and it didn’t take long for the erection that had quelled since alighting the train to return with a vengeance.

Holly clutched the duvet as her pussy was eaten with an intent she’d never experienced. Tom’s eagerness made him imprecise, but the need with which he devoured her brought a pleasure of its own.

‘Clit, baby. Go up to my clit.’

Holly groaned as he did so, her instruction adding precision to the passion. After a sustained period of him flicking and lapping at her nub, she squealed out a rapid orgasm that subsided as quickly as it arrived, no less satisfying for its brevity.

Tom got up from between her legs, lips and chin glistening with her arousal. There was a fire in his eyes that Holly almost found intimidating. He was a wolf; she was a fawn, powerless to move. Her eyes were glued to him as he finally undressed, revealing himself to be the alpha of the pack. His toned physique was sweaty and aromatic in the summer heat, and the huge tent when only his boxers remained warned of her imminent fate. He pulled them down, then lifted Holly’s arse and repositioned her in the middle of the bed. His engorged dick swung as he moved, searching for something to fuck senseless.

Her heart raced, knowing the intensity he was capable of when enflamed. As he positioned his powerful body on top of her, she felt like she was at the top of a rollercoaster, anticipating the rush when the drop finally came. She held her breath as he dropped his hips, plunging his cock into her primed cunt.

Tom let out a gratified sigh as he bottomed out in one stroke, nearly four months of want sated by his aunt’s insatiable walls. After such an abstinence, he was in no mood to start slow. Hulking over her like a human cage, he jackhammered her hole, showing her just how much he’d missed her forbidden pussy.

Holly lay there in a daze, unable to do anything but submit to his desire. Sweat from his taut body dripped onto her, and she could feel her pussy melting around his cock with each clap of his heavy balls on her arse. She had fantasised about their reunion since booking the trip and, as usual, her nephew hadn’t disappointed. She revelled in his scent, motion, and moans, elated that such a young and desirable man could get so worked up for her.

Tom felt the pressure rising in his loins. He looked down at his aunt’s flushed face, and she returned his gaze with a wanton expression, the desire for his load unspoken but clear. He pounded harder still, keeping eye contact as he fucked the four month abstinence out of his system. Grunting like a rutting bear, he continued to thrust as he flooded his aunt’s pussy with shot after shot of his overdue load.

Holly smiled as she received his seed, indulging in the potent cock bestowing its lust. Only when his intensity waned could she finally move, and she grabbed the sides of his head and yanked him down for a kiss, grateful to the man who had put the passion – which had diminished during her final year of marriage – back into her life.

Breathless, he rolled off her and lay on sheets drenched in sweat, chest heaving and sucking down air. Holly took him by the hand and they looked at each other, amusement as well as satisfaction on their faces.

‘Hi, by the anal yapan gaziantep escort way,’ she said. ‘We forgot to do that part.’

‘Priorities,’ Tom said with a grin. ‘Hi, how are you?’

‘Pretty good. Do you remember that stud I told you about on the train?’

‘I think I recall.’

‘Well, he just made a huge mess in my pussy.’

‘Is that so?’

Holly got up and raised herself on her knees in front of him. ‘It is. The only problem is, it leaves me with a lot of cleaning up to do.’

She parted her pussy lips and pushed. Tom marvelled as his thick cum oozed out and pooled onto her waiting fingers. White and gooey, she took them deep into her mouth and drew them out clean.

‘Much better,’ she said with a lick of her lips.

‘Nearly.’ Tom sat up and scooped up two escaped strands dangling from her folds like stalactites. He proffered his fingers, and she sucked down to his knuckles, claiming the last of his load.

They lay back, sleepy from their exertion in the midday heat. ‘Why are our reunions always so exhausting,’ Holly said, resting her head on his chest.

‘Because my aunt is a naughty little cock tease.’

‘Fair point,’ she said with a giggle. ‘I’m really excited about this weekend. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve been here. I’m curious to see what’s changed. I’m surprised your parents never brought you.’

‘They were more into going abroad, seeing a new country every year.’

‘I suppose it’s not exotic, but it has its charms.’

Tom lifted her head and kissed her, tasting a trace of salt on her lips. ‘With you, it’s perfect,’ he said. ‘This is a cool room, by the way. The view of the ocean is amazing. It must have cost you a bit, though, so I don’t mind paying you back.’

‘Don’t be silly. I invited you here, so it’s my treat. Besides, what’s an aunt for if not to spoil her nephew?’

‘You’ve spoiled me enough as it is,’ Tom pointed out.

She kissed his cheek. ‘And I’m not done yet.’

They both dozed off, and Holly woke a couple of hours later. Tom remained asleep, evidenced by his easy, rhythmic breathing. She took the opportunity to admire her nephew, and old memories soon came flooding back. Before Christmas, the last time she’d been in bed with him was over a dozen years before, reading him bedtime stories and tucking him in. She smiled fondly, recalling the silly voices she put on and her constant caving to his demands for her to read ‘just one more’.

What a man that boy had become. Kind-hearted, intelligent, and mature – not to mention easy on the eye. She had no doubt that if she were twenty years younger and not family, she would snap him up. She pecked him on the lips, then left him to sleep while she went for a shower.

When she returned to the bedroom, Tom was waking up. ‘Hey, sleepyhead.’

‘I had the craziest dream. My aunt invited me to a seaside village for a dirty weekend.’

‘Wow, if only you got that lucky in real life.’

‘If only, eh?’

She smiled at him. ‘Fancy a walk around town?’

‘Sure.’ He got up from the bed and went to grab her by the waist.

‘Um-um,’ she sounded, pushing him away. ‘You stink of sex.’

‘Whose fault’s that?’

‘Shower!’

‘You’re kind of sexy when you’re bossy.’

Tom showered while Holly slipped on a white sundress and got made up. She opened Tom’s travel bag and picked out some clothes for him to wear. As she settled on a pair of cream shorts and a blue button down, she checked herself, realising it was a bit of a girlfriendy thing to do. She laid them on the bed nevertheless, along with fresh boxer-briefs to replace the precum-stained pair from his earlier tent.

Tom came out of the shower towelling his hair, treating Holly to a glorious view of his glistening body. She hadn’t seen him as such before, and was sorely tempted to jump on him for round two. Suppressing her carnal desires for the moment, she gave a twirl and said, ‘What do you think?’

‘Not bad. Just one thing.’ He lifted the hem of her dress and slid down her underwear. Holly stepped out of them, and Tom threw them across the room.

‘Really…’ she said.

‘Yup. Standard requirement for my woman.’

‘Your woman?’ she queried with a raised eyebrow.

‘You are this weekend.’ He towelled off his legs and put on the cream shorts, ignoring the boxers. ‘I practice what I preach.’

‘But you don’t have to worry about gusts of wind. Someone might see.’

‘Lucky them.’

‘You’re terrible. Fine; for you, I’ll go commando.’

‘Good,’ Tom said, buttoning up his shirt, ‘then I’m ready for you to show me the sights.’

They headed downstairs, and as they left the guesthouse, Tom reached out and pinched Holly on the bum.

‘Oi!’ She spun around. ‘You can’t do that.’

‘Why not? The owner thinks we’re a couple, so let’s act like one.’

‘But we’re…’

‘Nobody knows that here. That’s the beauty of this getaway. We don’t have to sneak around or worry antep escort about getting caught. We can enjoy ourselves like normal people.’

‘Even so, there’s still the age difference.’

‘Does that bother you?’

‘Kind of. We’re going to get some looks.’

‘So?’

‘So, people will wonder what a young guy like you is doing with me.’

Tom cupped Holly’s face in his hands. ‘Let them think what they want. What they should be thinking is, “How did he pull a gorgeous cougar like her” and “He must be getting the best sex of his life”.’ Holly smiled, and Tom took her hand. ‘So, I’m going to hold my “girlfriend’s” hand, and she’s going to show me around like she promised.’

Not only did Holly hug him, she kissed him on the lips in full view of passers-by. ‘How do you always say the right thing?’

‘One of my many talents.’

They walked hand in hand through the village and towards the seafront. Tom understood why his aunt had fond memories. It was quintessential England: narrow, winding streets; a steep gradient; stone cottages; and cosy shops selling homemade wares.

‘Has it changed much?’ Tom asked.

Holly pointed animatedly as she talked. ‘Not a lot from what I remember. I doubt places like this do. A few of these shops are new, and everything is more modern, obviously. That pub was there back in the day, and I remember buying ice cream from there on the way to the beach.’

‘I can see why you liked it here. It’s small, though. You must have ran out of things to do.’

‘We never actually stayed here. We would only come for a day. We stayed in Whitby a few miles up the coast. It’s a bigger town with more going on.’

‘That rings a bell. I think my mum has mentioned Whitby before.’

‘She would have. It’s a part of our family’s history. You great-grandparents took your grandparents on holiday there, too.’

‘Wow, I didn’t realise how far back it goes.’

‘Smell that?’ Holly said as they passed a fish and chip shop. ‘We always had a tradition of eating fish and chips when we came here. Fancy some?’

‘Sure, I’m hungry after our catch-up.’

Holly bought two portions of haddock and chips and they found a bench overlooking the ocean.

‘That’s a ridiculous amount of vinegar,’ she said.

‘I could say the same about your ketchup. Your chips look like a murder scene.’

‘Mmm thanks for that. Just what I need to think about while I’m eating.’

‘You’re welcome.’

Despite the gruesome imagery, they tucked in with their wooden forks.

‘Why did you never come here with Jim and Liv?’ Tom asked.

‘The same reason your mum never brought you. It’s lovely here, but when you’ve got a choice of anywhere in the world, it falls down the list. Shame, really.’

‘So, what have you got planned for us over the next two days?’

She looked at him with a devious smile, licking a trace of ketchup from her lips. ‘There are a couple of places I want to show you,’—she rubbed a hand along his thigh—’but I’d planned for us to spend most of our time in the room.’

Tom put his hand on top of hers, then guided it further up his leg. ‘I like the way you think.’

Holly smirked as she felt the contours of his semi-hard cock. ‘You’re incorrigible.’

‘I’m on holiday with my girlfriend, what do you expect?’

Tom drew her close, and they kissed like teens in lust for the benefit of anyone nearby who wanted a lesson in passion. Soft moans escaped Holly’s throat, intoxicated as she was by the combination of sweet ketchup and his probing tongue. A spike of breeze drifted in from the ocean, and she felt it cool against new moisture on her bare sex.

She parted from their kiss with want in her eyes. ‘Back to the room?’

‘Back to the room.’

They got up and, with Tom leading her by the hand, set a brisk pace back up the hill.

‘Slow down,’ Holly said, ‘these shoes aren’t made for rushing.’

Tom eyed a narrow passageway between two cottages. ‘Have it your way.’

Holly stifled a yelp as Tom yanked her off the footpath and down the passage. ‘What are you doing?’

‘You.’ He reached under her dress and cupped her mound. ‘Damn, Aunt Holly, are you ever not wet?’

She batted his hand away. ‘Tom, someone’s going to notice.’

He took out his cock and, lifting her dress, pressed his head against her pantiless pussy.

‘Tom!’ she hissed.

He continued, rubbing himself against her swelling clit. Despite her words, he could feel that her body wanted him.

‘No panties… this was your plan all along.’

He smiled; her voice had lost its edge. ‘I think you knew,’ he said, kissing her neck.

She lolled her head, unable to deny that she was leaking arousal all over him. ‘I still don’t think we should—’ She inhaled a sharp breath as he pushed his cock inside her. ‘Tom, we could get in serious trouble.’

‘It’d be worth it. You feel so good, Aunt Holly.’

‘So do you but… oh, fuck… what if your mother found out?’

‘Remind her that she made me just for you,’ Tom replied, invoking her tease on the train.

She gave a nervous look towards the main road, painfully aware that a glance left or right from any passer-by would bust them. As Tom set a smooth rhythm, her concerns were superseded by the raw sensation of young dick pounding her against the rough stone wall. ‘Please, you need to sto… oh, god, please don’t stop.’

This is set in the 1980’s about eight weeks after deflowering my younger sister and restarting my affair with my mother. My had father passed away suddenly after a heart attack in hospital, devastating my mother who had in her grief detached herself from us. Questions surrounding a number of sudden deaths at the hospital had delayed us putting him to rest…

I felt my bed move and rolled over still half-asleep expecting Maggie my youngest sister to be sneaking in beside me, it had been nearly a week since we had last managed to get together as the house was almost full again with my sister Lizzy back home after a massive row with her partner. To my surprise I found my mother perched on the edge of the bed looking at me. I reached out my arm to pull her closer, but she shook her head.

“Are Maggie and Lizzy still here?” I asked drowsily.

“No, they have already gone up to London to get their outfits for tomorrow,” Mum said, “You shouldn’t keep giving them the money, they have plenty of clothes!”

“They just want to look nice, with everyone coming around,” I replied.

“That’s not the point,” Mum responded unusually harshly, “They shouldn’t expect you to keep paying just because you earn more than them, you work hard for the money, they shouldn’t take advantage of your good nature!”

I tried again to coax her into an embrace.

“No Sean, not now”, she said, “I just want to know if you can still help me get the shopping later.”

“Of course, I can, I did promise,” I replied, “I’ll get up now and get ready.”

“No, you can stay in bed, you didn’t get back home until late last night,” Mum said, “I have an appointment at the doctors beforehand, so I’ll meet you at the supermarket about lunchtime. Also, I have to ask you to sleep on the sofa tonight, I promised my cousin she could stay over for a couple of days and she is bringing her daughter, June.”

“That’s okay,” I said, “But couldn’t Gran put her up?”

“No that’s not a good idea, they don’t get along,” she explained.

I notice a tear leak from the corner of her left eye, so I gently held her face in the palm of my hand and wiped it away with my thumb. Mum held my hand against her cheek momentarily, then pulled it away and turned her head towards the door.

“Mum, what’s really wrong with,” I began to say, but she interrupted.

“Enough, Sean, I don’t want to talk about it now,” she said, “Maybe we can talk after tomorrow.”

“I just want to know what I’ve done,” I insisted, “Is it about me and Maggie?”

Mum turned her head back, “If it was, I would have stopped you both before it started,” Mum sighed and leant down touching her forehead to mine. I slipped my arms around her and for the first time in nearly seven weeks she did not pull away.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, I just need time to think some things through,” she said softly snuggling closer, “You know I love you all but sometimes it’s difficult to keep you all happy,” her tears flowed openly, and she pressed her head into my neck.

“I was worried about you, in fact we all have been worried,” I whispered, “We just wanted to look after you.”

Gradually Mum’s sobbing died away as I caressed her back and she let me pull her down to lie beside me. I lifted the bedcovers over her as she pressed her body into mine, her head lay on my chest and her hand rested on my stomach. With one arm around her shoulders I continued to caress her back as we lay in silence. I noticed a tremble in her body as she slid her left leg over mine, raising the hem of her nightie and pressed her groin against my hip. My next caress was firmer, and I continued over her hip pressing her against my hip.

“Sean, you mustn’t,” she murmured beginning to gaziantep escort grind against my hip even more.

“Mustn’t what?” I asked feigning innocence.

“You mustn’t make me,” she gasped moving her hips faster, “Umm, want you!”

“I only want you to feel nice,” I said rolling over to face her, letting my now hard cock slap her thigh.

“Another time soon, but we can’t do it today,” she sighed moving her body, so my cock rested on her pubic mound, “I’ve got to go to the doctors, he might need to check me!”

“You can wash after,” I suggested, rocking my hips to tease her more.

“No, I’ll never get all your stuff out of me,” she panted beginning to move in time with me.

“I would pull out, just before,” I argued as I managed to push my cock between her legs so that her pussy lips slid along the shaft.

“Oh no, you’re just being naughty,” Mum gasped, obviously excited, “You know once you’re inside and stretching me I want to feel you cum in me. Then, how would I explain a wide-open fanny dripping with spunk!”

“Is there anywhere else, that the doctor won’t be checking?” I asked mischievously expecting her to suggest a blowjob or a 69.

“If you know where my KY is you could have my bum!” she moaned, “I think one of the girls took it, but I couldn’t find it in their room.”

My cock jumped at her suggestion, I knew Mum liked her arse being played with as I had fingered and reamed her arsehole during previous encounters, but she had never asked me to jam my cock up there. I remembered that the KY lube was still in my bedside drawer after Maggie brought it and Mum’s dildo in to show me when we were first exploring each other.

“I think it’s in my drawer, with your toy,” I said reaching over Mum to check, “Maggie wanted to learn how to use it,” I quickly added in case Mum thought I was in the habit of playing with a wooden phallus.

“Tell me properly later,” she gasped in response, “I need your cock somewhere now!”

As I scrabbled around in the drawer for the tube, Mum peeled her nightie off over her head exposing her gorgeous breasts, they seemed fuller after not having access to them for seven weeks but as Mum had noticeably lost weight over that time, so I assumed it was also the contrast to her slimmer frame. Her journal fell out as I pulled the tube of KY free of the drawer, she looked at me quizzically for a second then pulled my free hand to her left breast.

“Your titties are fantastic,” I blurted out, “I’ve missed them,” I continued caressing one of the tempting globes.

“Ouch, be gentle” moaned Mum, “They’re a bit sensitive this time of the month!”

Mum rolled over, lay face down, pushing a pillow under her hips, “Rub some lube on your cock first then open me with your fingers. It’s been a while since I had anyone in my bum, and no one as thick as my little baby boy.”

“It’s okay I’ve done this before,” I declared, “I’ll be gentle and take it easy.”

“Good boy, but don’t take all day,” she sighed.

I flinched as the cold lube touched my sensitive knobhead, so I worked the next blob between my fingers before sliding them down Mum’s arse crack. Her moans of pleasure began to get louder as I opened her cheeks and eased more lube around and then into her bum. Probing first with one finger then two I eased lube into her and felt her pushing back and rotating her hips trying to get me further inside.

“So good baby boy,” she breathed, “Try your cock now, push it in gently!”

Holding her cheeks apart with one hand I gripped my cock and pushed it at her slightly opened ring. Mum had her face pressed into the mattress, with one hand underneath her playing with her pussy the other was stretched back adıyaman escort pressing against my stomach. She pushed back, and I felt her ring expand and capture the tip of my cock eliciting a long groan from my prone mother.

After a few seconds pause, Mum rolled her hips back to capture another inch or so of my cock, then eased off, groaning again. I remained still letting my mother work her way up and down.

Finally, she eased forward until the tip was just inside, “Baby boy put some more lube on your cock, then push it gently all the way in!” she instructed bracing herself with both arms against the headboard.

“Ready,” I asked after smearing more lube and pushed without waiting for any answer.

“Oh god,” she moaned tipping her head back, “Fuck me slowly baby!”

“Mmph, it’s tight,” I grunted pushing further until my pubic hair nestled in the crack of her arse.

“Oh Sean,” Mum groaned as she arched her back slightly, “It feels like you are in my belly.”

Raising myself into a press-up position to ease the weight on Mum’s body I began slow strokes in and out of my mother’s tight orifice, partly to be gentle and partly to prolong the experience. Mum kept one hand on the headboard and slipped the other down to her fanny and started to rub her own clit and groaned with pleasure at the end of each inward thrust. I could feel the urge to come getting more urgent and began moving faster.

Mum squealed, “Oh Sean, slow down, just let me come first!”

I held the next thrust deep inside her for a few seconds longer allowing my urge to abate slightly. Mum wriggled below me then gasped, “Oh shit that’s it, oh fuck I’m coming Sean!”

Her body jerked and spasmed as she came hard, her arse clenched squeezing my deeply buried cock forcing it out. The sudden push back made me lose control and I thrust back in hard as I ejaculated into my mother’s body for the first time in seven weeks. Her head snapped back then she fainted and went limp underneath me. I continued to gently fuck her arse as she lay passed out below me, pumping a few days of pent-up seminal fluid into her colon. As I squirted the last of a really satisfying load inside my prone mother, she began to come around a little. I eased off her as my shrinking cock popped out making her jerk underneath me.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Umm,” she murmured still recovering, “give me a minute, please.”

Rolling to her side I lay a hand in the small of her back and gently caressed her skin until she finally turned her head and smiled at me.

“That was very nice, Sean,” she eventually said, “Hopefully my blood pressure will be normal by the time I see the Dr Bhatterjee.”

“Now you go back to sleep and I’ll get ready to go out,” she insisted as she tried to sit up.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” I asked holding her in place gently, “I’ve really missed love holding you close, as we haven’t made love for so long.”

“I’m sorry Sean, I really did want you to make love to me all this time,” she replied her voice beginning to waiver again, “But I don’t deserve to feel happy just yet, not after all my lying to your Dad and you!”

“I think you deserve to be happy,” I interjected, “You only lied to keep Dad from worrying, it’s my fault if anything for pushing you too hard!”

Mum laid her head on my chest and squeezed closer, “No Sean, all my adult life I have be untruthful,” she mumbled her tears beginning again, “Even to myself, I couldn’t accept that I wasn’t just being selfish but that it was what others wanted me to be.”

“You’ve read one of my diaries, I lied to you about how many men I have been with, I’ve lied to myself about being a akkent escort selfish unpaid tart!” she blubbered, “I lied to your Dad about starting up with you again.”

“It’s my fault your Dad gave up and just died without a fight!” she cried, suddenly letting go of seven weeks of pent up feelings of guilt.

“He wanted me to keep my promise but even though he was seriously ill he could tell I was lying to him, he would have fought to stay alive, if I hadn’t been so selfish just because I couldn’t wait to have a good seeing too, because I’m an easy fuck, buy me a drink and I’ll fuck you, take me to the cinema and I’ll fuck you, take me for a walk and I’ll fuck you, carry my shopping home and I’ll fuck you, Elizabeth Mahony, your local slut!” she ranted through her tears, “Now he’s dead, I’ll just lie and cheat on you because I like men fucking me whenever they want too, everyone can have a free ride, at least a common whore takes their money, but not a dirty slag like me, it’s the more the merrier!”

The last words ended in a wailing sob, her body shaking and tears streaming down her face on to my chest. Too shocked by her sudden outburst to be able to respond verbally, I did what every confused little boy does and just hugged his mummy tight hoping she would stop crying soon.

After about three minutes Mum just stopped crying and pushed herself free from my embrace. She looked at me then shook her head as I opened my mouth to speak, “Not now baby, I must clean-up and go!”

With that she slid off the bed, a small wet fart sounded as she stood up and clasping a hand underneath to stop any drips hobbled out of my room to the bathroom. I listened to the flushing of the toilet and running shower whilst trying to work out how or even if I should respond to my mother’s outburst. Also, my mind wandered to her words, did she really mean everything or was it just an outpouring of grief and guilt. I had read her journal but had thought that most of it was only an expression of fantasies, she hinted there may be more. My confusion as to what to do only grew by thinking about it, and images of Mum lying down or bending over being fucked flooded my thoughts, then I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, but these were tears of frustration just like I had as a child prior to the bouts of blind fury. I could feel the anger rising and kicked out at nothing in particular, catching the pillow that had been recently placed under my mother’s hips as I fucked her arse it flew across the room and clattered books and sport trophies from a shelf. Still angry I grabbed the first thing to hand, Mum’s wooden dildo, and hurled it at the door, which swung open.

“Sean, stop it now,” I heard being shouted through the red mist, then found myself enveloped in my mother’s arms being hugged to her wet naked body, “stop it,” she repeated more gently and then again and again until the anger had subsided and all that was left were sniffles.

“Better?” she asked.

“Yes, it’s like I was little again,” I said with a shy smile.

“Only I was never naked, and you didn’t have a big hard cock standing up for all to see,” she laughed.

“Sorry, mum,” I mumbled, “I just got frustrated because I don’t know how to make you feel happy again.”

“You’re too good for me,” she said, “I don’t deserve you, but I’m happy you are here. Now I really must get ready, but I think we will need to have a proper chat at lunchtime after my appointment.”

“Okay I’ll meet you at 1 o’clock in the Green Man, it’s near the surgery and has a quiet garden, it does a nice pub lunch.”

“That’s a date then, my little baby boy!” Mum replied then gently kissed my lips and went to her room to dress.

I lay back down on my bed, hoping to just fall asleep, but my cock stood erect achingly in need of attention, so I conjured up an image of my mother bent over the kitchen table ‘thanking’ a stranger for carrying her shopping bags and masturbated until extremely satisfied then drifted off to sleep in a large pool of my seminal fluid.

*********

This is my very first story posted to Literotica. I have certainly enjoyed reading the stories here for the past couple of years, after a lover (and her husband) introduced me to the site. 😉 I have already written most of this story so I’ll post the next chapters fairly quickly while I write the ending. I wanted to post the first chapter on Canada Day though, given that I’m Canadian and the story takes place in Toronto.

NB: This story does take a while to get to the actual sex. And as the title suggests, the story involves cousins so if that’s not your thing, please check back for one of my other stories of a different genre. Feedback and constructive criticism appreciated! Hope you enjoy…

Day 1 – Friday:

I parked my little blue Honda Civic in the huge driveway in front of the 3-car garage. My Aunt Deb and Uncle Steve were pretty damn rich — more well-off than my own parents, that’s for sure. Looking up at their huge house (almost a mansion, really) made me wish they were the ones footing the bill for my university education! Oh well, at least they were paying me for my “babysitting” gig — looking after my cousin Caylee for the summer while they were in France. She didn’t really need a sitter; she was only 2 & 1/2 years younger than I was and heading into Grade 12 in September, but I wasn’t about to argue with them! Unfortunately I was about to lie to them…

My sister Hannah was supposed to be with us for the whole summer but was instead going to be spending lots of time with her secret girlfriend back home (our family was religious and pretty damn close-minded to boot so she was keeping both the GF and the fact that she was a lesbian on the down low). Not so cool to back out on me, but hey, she was going to pay me her share so I didn’t really have any complaints. Even if Caylee was still the annoying teen girl I remembered from when we last saw her, I figured I could handle it, no problem.

With all of these thoughts jumbling around in my head, I walked up the front path and rang at the set of double doors at the front entry. It played one of those dumb little melodies that rich people seemed to like having instead of a normal doorbell. I refrained from rolling my eyes.

Uncle Steve opened the door and welcomed me inside with a manly clap on the back. “Matthew! So good to see you! I heard you did very well in your second year at university!”. He pulled my suitcase in for me and I set down my backpack and gym bag beside it for now.

“Yes sir” I replied politely “And thanks to you paying me to hold the fort here for the summer, my tuition for third year will be half paid.” That was kinda how I saw things — mostly a house-sitter, taking care of any issues that might be beyond Caylee’s skill set. But I suspect her parents were counting more on the “babysitting” role than I was.

“Well, we are happy to help you while you’re helping us; we are very grateful you’ll be here to keep an eye on our little Caylee-bear!” Uncle Steve confirmed my suspicions while ignoring my hint that I was looking at this little gig differently than they were. Jeez, who still calls their 18-year-old teenager such a baby nickname? I felt embarrassed for her already.

“I’m sure that won’t be too much trouble. I’m more worried about working all the gadgets and gizmos — I hope you’re leaving instructions for things like the security system?”

“Of course, of course.” he assured me, leading me through the house towards the huge open concept kitchen and family room at the back. “I’ve prepared a binder with all sorts of info like that, including the rules for Caylee. For instance, there’s a list of approved friends allowed over, and times she can do so — female friends only! I expect you and Hannah to escort gaziantep help enforce that one!”

Again my eyes twitched as I tried to resist rolling them. Was he kidding me with the `approved friends’ deal? I was kinda glad they were leaving so soon after my arrival, taking advantage of as much of the summer as possible but not wanting to be away while Caylee had been in school I suppose.

“Speaking of `you guys’, did Hannah not drive down with you?” he asked, seeming to just be realizing it was just me. With an almost 6-hour drive from home, it would have made sense to carpool; I may have to sell Hannah’s lie here.

“Nah, she really wanted her own car. Eager to check out the big city!” Technically, these things were true — Hannah was eager to check out some of the sights in nearby Toronto, she just wouldn’t be doing it this summer. “And she had some plans this weekend — all the time in the world come Monday though.”

Luckily, Uncle Steve made the assumptions I wanted him to — that Hannah would still be joining us for the summer as planned. Phew, I was glad I didn’t have to actually lie. Reaching the kitchen, we connected with Aunt Deb, who was making a nice supper for us all to share — our one meal all together before they shipped out for their early morning flight tomorrow. She gave me a big hug and fussed over me a bit. Although she shared the family’s conservative upbringing and views, my mom’s sister seemed a little more genuinely fond of me than her overbearing and strict husband.

“So great to see you, feels like you’ve gotten even taller than we last saw you but maybe I’m just not used to you being so grown up!” I smiled, endured some more metaphorical cheek-pinching and was glad when they asked me to go out back to check out the pool and call Caylee in for supper while I was at it.

I stepped through the slider doors into a beautifully landscaped yard with a huge in-ground pool and even a hot tub. Wow, this would be like staying at a fancy hotel for me! What a sweet gig.

I continued looking around and could almost hear the record scratch in my brain when my eyes landed on a blond sprawled in a lounge chair. This hottie could not seriously be my little cousin! Wow, OK, get your head out of that train of thought, Jacobson! I scolded myself.

But I mean whoa… from what I remember, Caylee had been pretty smart and nerdy, into things like sci-fi and math. Messy hair, braces, a little chubby but in a cute way. And she’d had an aggravating crush on me that had led to her following me around at family things. Before our grandparents died, we used to get together a lot more often but that was several years ago now so I hadn’t seen her in a good long time. My dad was a little more chill than the family he’d married into (especially my uncle) so I suspected he was happy to avoid them.

But this young woman was… well, extremely attractive. My brain wasn’t quite letting me go to “sexy” but that wouldn’t have been inaccurate. Even wearing a very modest one-piece swimsuit did nothing to hide her generous curves.

About when I was able to stick my eyeballs back in my head was when she noticed me and scrambled to her feet. “Matty!” she called out excitedly. She took a moment to shove her feet into a pair of flip flops before jogging my way. OMG, the bouncing… it was almost mesmerizing. I mentally smacked myself and again tried to keep my thoughts on the appropriate track. Right in time to have this hyper young thing jump at me with a hug in mind.

“Hey kiddo!” I replied, my brain a mess of confusing thoughts, scrambling like someone in an upside-down kayak trying to right itself. If I felt like I could have gotten away with ruffling her (sleek!, golden!, shiny!…) hair to try to reiterate the point that I was her friendly older cousin, I would araban escort have, But she immediately frowned at the “kiddo”.

“Oh don’t you start that!” she scoffed, crossing her arms and giving me an eye roll big enough to make up for the ones I hadn’t executed in front of Uncle Steve.

I held up my hands. “OK OK sorry!” I apologized quickly and lowered my voice to continue “I have actually been thinking that all this `babysitting’ stuff your parents are talking about is total crap. But give me a bit to get used to the idea of you being so much older, ‘kay?”.

My confession seemed to have appeased her for now. “OK.” she agreed. Then she uncrossed her arms (oh thank God!) from underneath her perky breasts. Yep, those are new, my mind noted before I smacked those thoughts back again.

“Anyways, your folks wanted me to let you know supper’s ready.” I swept my arm towards the door. “Après vous, ma’amemoiselle…”

That got a bit of a giggle out of her and she went ahead of me into the house, hips swaying in a way that I’m sure was completely innocent but looked very provocative to me.

Holy shit, was I just saying this was going to be like a hotel vacation? Scratch that — this was going to be the summer of temptations from the devil.

* * * *

Day 2 – Saturday:

The next morning, I rolled out of bed early. I loved the guest bedroom I was staying in — the sheets were the most comfy I’d ever slept in. And though it wouldn’t take much to improve upon my dorm room at school, I had just spent a couple months back home with my parents to kick off my summer since my university exams were done by the end of April as opposed to Caylee’s high school exams in mid-June. Both of those places had me in a single bed whereas here I had a whole queen to myself!

After a light breakfast all together (thankfully much quicker than the drawn-out supper of the night before), Caylee and I helped her parents drag down their luggage and ran around for them making sure they hadn’t forgotten anything like cameras or jackets or whatever else. They’d be away for all of July and almost all of August so it was pretty crucial they not leave anything important behind. Once everything was figured out, Caylee gave her parents good-bye hugs. I got a hug from Aunt Helen but mostly got more “take care of our baby” type talk from my uncle. Then they had more hugs for Caylee. I was worried I’d have to shove them out the door but the cab honked from the front drive and they were finally off.

Phew! I’d survived my aunt and uncle without lying about my sister once! I’m pretty sure Caylee already knew that Hannah was not coming — they chatted more often than I did (and used the same social media platforms). Closing the door behind them, I turned around to see Caylee smiling up at me.

“Uh, so, what should we do today?” I asked.

“How about a swim?” she asked.

“Maybe another time.” I hedged, wanting to avoid the reactions I had to her in her swimsuit yesterday.

“I’ll hold you to that!” she said and off she went. In ten minutes, when I was trying to figure out the entertainment system, she bounced down the stairs, now in a bikini (I suspected she’d borrowed that from a friend and had been hiding it in her drawer!).

“C’mon out later if you want!” she called. Um nope, I thought to myself, bad idea!

That night at supper, we talked about plans for the summer. “So how strict are you going to be about the friends thing?” she asked me with a frown.

“Well, although I don’t agree with how strict your parents are about stuff, I’m not the one making the rules so yah, I do kinda feel like I have to stick to their decisions.”

“Ugh, soooo not fun. Do you know how tough it is to be the only 18-year-old who can’t have male arap escort friends over? Even with supervision? It’s ridiculous!”

“I get that, I really do. What can we do to make your summer vacay more fun even while sticking to your parents’ rules? And honestly, I’m all up for loopholes.”

“I knew I liked you for a reason, Matty! Hmm… there’s like swimming and video games, having my girl friends over at least.” She paused, tapping her finger to her lips like she was thinking. She leaned forward and I struggled to keep my eyes above her neck during every single second. “Ya know…” she started. “Nah, it’s silly!” she dismissed herself and poked her food around her plate. I felt sorry for the girl, here she was trapped in a gilded cage and she seemed so dejected about it.

“It’s OK, I swear I won’t judge, what is it?” I prodded her to voice her ideas.

“Since I haven’t really had the life of a typical teenager, I’d really love to hear some stories about your teen years. And your experience at uni so far! And… if I could ask some questions about stuff that would be really helpful.”

“Yah sure of course!”

“It’s just that sometimes my friends talk about stuff.” she continued. “And I feel so left out. Sometimes I don’t even know what the heck they’re talking about! But wouldn’t dare admit it or ask them because ya know…”

“I get that — wanting to save face in front of your friends.”

“Exactly. So that’s not an option. And my parents are super strict with my internet use too! They spy on my phone and laptop.”

“Caylee I’m so sorry you’re having to deal with all this shhh… stuff.” I told her sincerely. Even before I’d left for university, my parents weren’t that bad. Sure they were almost as religious and conservative as Caylee’s folks but nowhere near as overprotective!

“OK and that makes me think of something else! Please don’t censor your language around me. I actually want to hear all the swear words!” she had a big grin at this idea.

“Are you sure?” I’d been raised to be extremely courteous so this went against my instincts a little.

“Yes! You won’t offend me, honest. Don’t you think I’d better get some of this stuff figured out before I head off to university? If my parents think I’m living here only to have them continue to baby me, they are so wrong! I will still want to have fun and meet new people. Especially coming from an all-girl private school. I’ve worked really hard to get good grades and could get enough of a scholarship to go somewhere else for school if I’d really wanted to.”

“Good for you, Caylee, I really admire that. I’ve had to work to pay a good chunk of my own way and it’s tough but I think it’s made my education even more valuable to me.”

“Thanks.” she said, looking down and blushing at the praise. “So it’s a plan? You’ll swear around me and talk to me and teach me stuff? Maybe let me use your laptop?”

“Absolutely.” I promised. She got up and gave me a hug before dancing off to put her dishes in the dishwasher. I brought my stuff as well and accepted her invite to come watch a movie.

“You pick something, I’ll get my pyjamas on — it’ll be like a real PJ Party!” she said excitedly, running up the stairs. She returned a few minutes later wearing a comfortable T-shirt (no bra though) and some loose pyjama pants. `Keep your eyes to yourself, Jacobson!’ I mentally coached myself.

Movie Night was actually really fun though. We put a movie on but also ended up chatting a lot. She wanted to know about my teen years so I told her some stories about my days in high school. I wasn’t a crazy wild child, but like many teens had been to parties where there was alcohol, sometimes a bit of pot. I avoided any of the harder stuff — my post-grad education and future career had been too important.

Caylee seemed to soak it all up, and I felt really bad for her, having to live vicariously through my stories. She should have the freedom to get out and explore this stuff on her own, I felt. But, my hands were tied. I was determined not to go breaking the rules. I’d promised Caylee’s parents I’d take care of her.

“Well, what did you think? Did you get to talk to him about everything you wanted to?” I was in my office the next morning, on the phone with Gina. She had told me all about their own eventful evening at the hospital, assuring me that Miranda and the baby were fine. She quickly shifted gears and wanted to know about the evening with the donors…and Thomas.

“To be honest Gina, I forgot to talk to him about all that,” I confessed.

“Dottie! You can’t drag your feet on this. We need to hire him ASAP.”

“Don’t get all fussy with me, young lady. I didn’t get to talk to him about it, but I’m quite…satisfied…with him. He made a good impression on me last night and I’ve no qualms about hiring him.”

“You’re…satisfied? Dottie…?”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, Gina, get your mind out of the gutter. Not everything is a double entendre.”

“Hey, a girl can hope…”

“Just get the paperwork taken care of as soon as you get the chance. I know you’re starting your maternity leave this week, but I need you to take care of this before you disappear.”

“Not a problem. But since I’ll be gone, you’re going to have to spend a lot of time helping Thomas get settled into the clinic. You need to be available to handle whatever…comes up.”

“Gina!”

“What?” she said playfully. “Not everything is a double entendre, Dottie.”

*******

I hadn’t thought about it much, but with Gina gone for a few months, I was going to need to be more directly involved in some of the things I had long ago delegated to her. It wasn’t a problem- I knew what to do and Gina had cleared my calendar up as much as possible. So over the next month, I saw Thomas on a daily basis. A lot of questions we hadn’t considered needed to be dealt with, and a few questions of policy and administration came up. We got into a habit of meeting for breakfast each day before the clinic opened, then debriefing for 15-20 minutes at the end of the day. During that time, we covered a lot of ground, especially in the first month of the clinic being open.

After that month, we didn’t need to meet as often, but we kept up our habit. I didn’t mind- with Gina gone, I didn’t have my usual conversation partner/sounding board. Thomas gave good perspective on not only the clinic but on some of the other services as well. By midway through the second month, though, some of his questions seemed a little forced…simple…unnecessary.

“Thomas,” I told him over our breakfast, “you don’t have to ask questions every time.”

He looked a little sheepish and asked, “Is that your way of saying it was a stupid question?”

“No…not at all…I just…”

“I’m sorry Dottie, I’m teasing you. You’re right, I’m having trouble thinking of work-related things to ask.”

“That’s not a problem, Tom. We don’t have to meet every day if we don’t need to.”

“That’s just it, Dottie,” he said, looking away. “I would prefer to keep meeting.”

“To what end?”

“To what end? Listen to yourself, Dottie. You make it sound all business-like. To the end of talking together and enjoying your company.”

I sat for a minute and let that sink in. I stopped myself before saying a few different things, wanting to choose my reaction carefully.

“I’ll say it more clearly,” he said. “I like talking with you. I’d like to keep doing that. Is that OK?”

“Yes,” I said, trying not to calculate all the possible layers of meaning contained in that request. “And for what it’s worth, I enjoy spending time with you as well. You’re a very engaging and courteous young man.”

Tom chuckled a little at that, then simply said, “Thank you, Dottie. And you are a fascinating, fun, and intelligent woman.”

“Well thank you, sir. And now I think we should end this shower of praise and unlock the doors for the morning.”

“See you at 6?” he asked.

“Only if you need something. You can come by my office,” I said.

He nodded and said, “OK.”

I headed back to my office, closed the door and slumped down in my chair, letting out a loud breath. What was that all about?

*******

It turns out, that was a big distraction for me. I couldn’t keep my mind on things at work. I kept coming back to think about what Thomas had meant. Did he like the conversation? Did he like me? Did he just need someone to talk to? At one point, I was lost in thought and just giggled. I realized that I was acting like a school girl analyzing all the possible meanings of every little word that had passed between us.

And yet, even if it was more than a professional relationship, how could it mean anything more than a friendship? I started to get worried. Was I sending out some signals, perhaps subconsciously? I obviously was not ‘marriage material’ for someone his age- he would be thinking of settling down, having kids, right? So if he was thinking of a relationship with me, then he was just thinking of something escort gaziantep bayan temporary, right?

A hundred thoughts wandered through my head that day. I was utterly unproductive. I was able to take care of some mindless tasks, even cleaning up my file cabinets for the first time in months, but my mind was elsewhere. I didn’t even notice how late it was until there was a knock on my door. Looking up at the clock, I saw that it was a few minutes after six.

“Come in,” I said nervously. The door opened slowly and Denise peeked in.

I sighed in relief, then smiled warmly at her. “Hi Denise, have a seat.”

“It’s OK, I just need your signature on these invoices,” she said, handing me a few sheets of paper. Then looking at me with concern, she asked, “Are you OK? You seem a little spacey.”

Flipping through the papers and signing each of them, I said, “I’m fine. Just a little…preoccupied. Stuff on my mind, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m sure you miss Gina. I know I’m not your usual sounding board, but if you need someone to listen…”

“Thanks Denise, I’ll be fine,” I said, handing her the paperwork.

As she headed towards the door, she said casually, “Maybe you should talk to the Doc. He seems a little out of it today, too. Maybe something’s going around.”

As she closed the door behind her, I closed my eyes and put my head in my hands. Dammit, Gina!, I thought, What the hell did you start?

*******

Thomas didn’t come by my office that evening, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I was a bit upset with myself that I had been so unproductive that day, so I decided to stay late and try to finish some things that had looming deadlines. But unless I could get my head cleared, I wasn’t going to be getting anything done.

I looked over at a closed drawer on the left side of my desk. I looked at the clock, then at my door. After a minute’s deliberation, I stood up, mumbling to myself, and walked to my office door. I locked it, turned out the light, and returned to my seat. Pulling open the drawer, I rifled through staplers, tissues, spare change and some energy bars before I found, shoved in the back, a tube of lipstick. It was a gag gift from Gina a year earlier, when I was going through a time of being all wound up and stressed out over some financial problems we were having. The lipstick tube was actually a small vibrator- discreet and portable.

I had never used it- or anything like it, for that matter. I had tossed it in the drawer with a chuckle and not given it much thought. I did try to loosen up a bit, though, since Gina seemed to be picking up on my stress level. But if I was going to get anything done tonight…

I stood up and slipped off my panties, tucking them into a side pocket of my bag. Sitting back down in my desk chair, I leaned back and propped my feet up on my desk. Spreading my legs a bit, I started slowly rubbing myself with a few fingers, just teasing my folds. I shivered as soon as I came into contact with my clit, realizing for the first time how aroused I was. Oh God, I thought. It had been so long since I had felt like that. I never really wanted sex as an end in itself. It was always about the personal connection. But today I felt…something different. Today I was…horny.

My thighs twitched a little as I felt myself rushing towards a quick release. It had been building up all day. I had been occasionally picturing myself intimate with Thomas, wondering out of curiosity if he was as tender and strong sexually as he was in conversation. I pictured myself leaning back against a pile of pillows, looking up at those eyes. I pictured him coming in for a kiss.

I was gasping, holding back a shout, my orgasm taking me by surprise. My legs snapped closed and my hand pushed down on my mound, gently moving to extend the pleasure that was spreading up to my chest. I couldn’t contain a slight moan and a hiss as I sucked in air. It was a good, short cum, but I didn’t feel as relieved as I wanted to. I wanted more.

In my other hand, I still clutched the vibrator. I opened it up and turned it over a few times, figuring out how to turn it on. I smiled at a joke in my head- no one needed to turn me on right now. Once I figured out the right way to get it started, I held it close to my face and looked at the curious thing. Would something like this really have an effect on me? Gina (and a few others over the years) had assured me that there was much to be said for these little toys.

With some trepidation, I moved it down, spreading my legs just a bit. I started gently running it along my lips, giggling a little at the way it tickled. That felt nice, but it probably wasn’t going to do anything. Then I parted my legs a little more and used my fingers to open my folds. I slowly, cautiously moved the vibrator into my slit, running it gently around gaziantep escort cim cif bayan my entrance. Again, it felt nice and even a bit soothing, but it wasn’t going to start any fireworks.

Nevertheless, I kept up the motion, using the vibrator the same way I would normally use my fingers. Once again, I let my imagination wander. I pictured Thomas beneath me on a bed. I wondered what he looked like without a shirt- was he lean and hard, or thicker? Was he smooth, like his cheeks always seemed to be, or was there hair along his chest? I pictured myself on top of him and imagined the feel of my hands running along his body- up his ribs, onto his shoulders, down his arms…

Instinctively, I began moving my hips in a slow, steady motion. I ran the vibrator along my lips then back in to touch my entrance. My breathing quickened and for a few minutes I kept up a steady rhythm like that- tickle the lips, tap the entrance, picture his chest, imagine his broad shoulders, think of his eyes.

When I felt myself building up to a bigger release, I quickly unbuttoned enough of my blouse to reach a hand inside. I imagined Thomas’ hand reaching up and taking a hold of my breast. With my own hand I slipped my fingers under my bra and shivered at the sensation of fingers rubbing my nipple. I pictured Thomas’ tongue doing the same thing.

Ready to go to the next level, I slowly moved the vibrator up towards my clit, which had been craving some touch for a few minutes now. I thought I could move around it until I found my release. But once the tip of the vibrator found my clit, it was all over.

Oh…my…GOD! All the pictures in my head went into vibrant colors, then were overtaken by flashing and music and trying to breathe and squeezing and my feet slipping off the desk and onto the ground and my legs clenching and both hands now holding the vibrator and my stomach clenching and my walls tightening and hearing my own voice making noises I didn’t want anyone to hear and slipping off the chair and finding myself on my knees, one hand gripping the edge of the desk to support myself.

I could hear my own breathing, and that sound brought me back into focus. I still felt my legs shaking a bit, and I wasn’t ready to stand up yet. After a minute of catching my breath and listening to the steady tick of the clock on my office wall, I shook my head and got back up. I dropped back into my desk chair and looked around, chuckling to myself. A faint buzzing underneath me showed me where I had dropped the vibrator, which I picked up and turned off.

“Well that was certainly a toe-curler,” I said into the silence. The rest of the evening turned out to be quite productive, more than making up for all the hours I had wasted during the day.

*******

I was nervous the next morning, heading in to breakfast. Thomas was already there, and he stood to greet me. It seemed like such an old-fashioned habit, standing when a lady entered. I commented on that, and he said, “My parents trained me that way. Sometimes my teachers would joke that I was born in the wrong century.”

“I bet you got tired of hearing that,” I said.

“All I had to do was remind them what life was like for a man of my ethnicity in previous centuries and that quickly ended those comments,” he said seriously. Then he broke into a broad smile. That led into an engaging discussion over racial issues in his upbringing, some of which he had only begun to understand and process through the class I had taught.

“Which reminds me,” he said, leaning forward. “I still don’t know Doc Lock’s story…”

“A tale for another time,” I said, looking at the clock. The hour had flown by, and I had lost all sense of unease.

“Tomorrow?” he asked.

“Perhaps,” I said coyly and headed out of the clinic.

We went on like that for a few weeks- spending our breakfast times sharing stories, talking about issues, and overall enjoying one another’s company. In the meantime, Tom was finding his way into more and more of my fantasies. I tried to justify it by saying that it was only the excitement of the idea- it wasn’t something that would ever happen in reality, so it was safe to imagine.

But as Glen had told me all those years ago, imagining leads to wanting, which leads to more imagining which leads to more wanting. It was a dangerous cycle that I was unwilling to put an end to. It made for some wonderful orgasms, with or without the vibrator; and there was a sliver of unacknowledged hope that just maybe it could happen.

Why did I want it to happen? That was the question that bugged me. As Gina was quick to remind me lately, I needed to get laid. Yes, there was some truth to that, and Thomas was…well…a very attractive option in that regard. But just getting laid has never been enough rationale for me- I’d only had two sexual partners my whole life, cinsel bilgiler and I had been married both times. Call me old fashioned, but that’s the way it is for me. But beyond the sexual need, there is the desire to be desired- the wanting to be wanted. Just because I was getting older didn’t mean I had any less of a desire to be thought beautiful and sexy and worth pursuing. So I could explain my desires, my fantasies, and even my slightly inappropriate extended time with Tom as the result of those two things- sexual desire and emotional neediness.

But I was discovering there was more. There was something else that kept me coming back to the breakfast table, something else that kept me picturing his face, his body as I touched myself. I was growing to love Tom. And if that was the case, it might be best for me to back off. Why let my heart get unnecessarily tangled up in something like that, something bound for disappointment?

*******

One morning, as I was considering the complicated web of emotions and desires that were surrounding my relationship with Thomas, I showed up for breakfast to find that Thomas wasn’t there. I followed some noises down the hall and bumped into Denise, who was hurrying the other direction. Before I could ask what was going on, she explained, “There was someone waiting on the doorstep when we showed up…couldn’t wait…sort of urgent. I hope it’s OK that we opened early.”

She hurried down the hall away from me, not taking time to hear me assuring her it was fine. I made my way to the room where Thomas was trying to clean up a head wound that was certainly going to need some stitches. It only took a glance for me to know the story- another woman beaten raw by a man. Thomas looked up at me and I saw the fire, the anger over what he was needing to fix.

“Dottie…” he began.

“I’ll make the call,” I answered. We’ve learned that a woman is more likely to talk to the police if the officer is already there, rather than asking her to make the decision to call. In a few minutes, I had an officer on the way- the local precinct knows us well and are usually happy to send someone over, even if it ends up being just as a precaution.

As I headed back towards my office, I passed by the lobby of the clinic. Looking out the window, I saw an angry young man with a bloody shirt stomping towards our doors. Out of instinct, I pulled out my keys and locked the glass doors before he could get there. That just pissed him off even more.

“I’m sorry,” I shouted through the glass, “we open at 9.”

“The fuck you say!” he yelled. “Let me see my wife! Let me see my wife!”

For some stupid reason, I decided to be a wise ass and said, “Visiting hours are not until 10, please come back then.”

“Bitch!” he yelled, and slammed his fist on the door. I moved out of his line of sight, but kept an eye on the door, just in case. Our visitor found a chunk of brick in the parking lot and brought it back to the glass door.

“Denise!” I hollered, “Lock up!” We’d only needed to do that a few times in our history, but she knew it meant to get in the room with the patient, lock the door, and slide the table in front of it. After two hits with the brick, our glass door cracked. I looked around for something to have in my hand and laughed when the most available weapon was a heavy glass lamp at the reception desk. I unplugged it and got a good grip.

The asshole backed up a few steps and wound his arm back to throw. I was bracing for the sound of the crash when I heard some shouts. Two officers had arrived just in time to catch the asshole mid-hurl. The brick dropped to the ground, followed immediately by its thrower. I opened the door and tried not to gloat as he was led away in handcuffs. One of the officers came inside to get my statement.

I had forgotten to give Denise the all clear, so after not hearing anything for a minute, Thomas had left the room, despite Denise’s protests, and came running to the lobby. In his hand was a large wooden paddle. The officer started to react, but I shouted, “Wait! That’s my doctor!”

The two men froze, and the officer looked at Tom’s weapon. Tom lifted it slowly and said defensively, “It’s a cricket bat. Only thing I could grab from my office.” Looking at me he started to laugh. I realized I was still clutching the lamp. Thomas pointed to it and said, “I guess I needn’t have bothered, eh? Dock Lock had it covered.” With that, he walked over to me and gave me a hug. I sighed and leaned into his embrace. It felt nice, safe, caring, and warm. He held me until the officer cleared his throat. We backed up and he asked, “Can someone bring me up to speed?”

“I have a patient to attend to. Give me another 15 minutes or so, OK?”

“That’s fine,” the officer said. “I need a few words with Dottie first, anyway.”

I gave my statement, then sat with the young lady as she gave hers. Thomas cut the questioning as short as he could so that he could finish tending some wounds. As the officer was preparing to leave, much to my surprise, Gina walked in.

“You’re early!” I said.

“Andrew’s home today and I was itching to get back, so I came in a day early. Looks like I should’ve come in even earlier. I’m gone three months and you can’t even keep the doors to my clinic from breaking, Dottie?”

Joe was a little late coming home from work. It was a beautiful and warm early October day, it was still nearly 80 degrees at 7pm as he pulled in the drive. Seeing a piece of trash in the grass, he picked it up and walked around back to toss it away. Approaching the back of the house, he heard something coming from the deck.

The first thing he saw as he turned the corner was his wife’s face, the familiar look of building pleasure evident. Karyn’s eyes were closed, her breathing ragged. Joe thought she was masturbating while the skies darkened. He smiled and quietly approached.

As he turned the corner, he stopped in his tracks. Karyn was not alone.

Joe stopped and watched as their neighbor Jen’s head was bobbing between his wife’s legs. She was all fours, in a black sundress and appeared to be rubbing herself with her left hand. Karyn had her hand on Jen’s head, pressing it down into her over-aroused pussy.

Karyn had her dress hiked up all the way. Joe could just see her white ass in the deepening dusk. Suddenly, Karyn’s back arched. She drew a deep breath and held it a moment before a grunt passed her lips. Joe knew Karyn was cumming. He figured Jen must know too, but she never slowed down. As Karyn started to come down from her high, Joe could just see Jen slide two fingers between Karyn’s soaked lips, making Karyn wiggle. Karyn now grabbed Jen’s head with both hands, locking her between Karyn’s thighs.

Jen’s right arm was moving quickly as she slammed her fingers in and out between Karyn’s swollen lips. Joe moved slightly and could see Jen’s tongue swirling around Karyn’s clit. Karyn began whimpering. As Jen began to curl her fingers, pressing into Karyn’s soft flesh, another orgasm burst from Karyn. “Oh my god, oh my god, fuck me, fuck me,” Karyn begged urgently as her body became rigid. Joe could see her legs begin to quiver, “yes, yes, yes baby!” Karyn encouraged Jen just before her entire body began to shake in an orgasmic explosion. She released so many juices, Joe could actually hear the difference as Jen continued to finger Karyn.

Over just a few more moments, Karyn came two more times before slumping back. Jen lifted her head, smiled, bayan escort and leaned up to kiss Karyn. Karyn tongued Jen’s mouth aggressively before licking her own juices off Jen’s face.

At this point, Joe was not sure if they were done. He stepped back, just out of sight. After he heard some movement, he stepped forward again to see that the women had changed places. As Karyn lifted Jen’s dress, she noticed Joe, winked, and waved him off, for now.

Joe wondered how this started. Jen had been a neighbor for years, divorced for years. Joe didn’t think she dated much if ever. She was attractive enough, so he wondered why. What Joe didn’t know was that Jen and Karyn had a long conversation that day.

Jen told Karyn that she was getting lonely. Her youngest was off to high school and Jen felt her daughter could now deal with mom dating. The problem was her small circle. There were no single men at work, in the neighborhood, or even in the PTA in which she volunteered.

Karyn asked about the truck we would see periodically seemingly spending the night. Jen laughed, “that’s my once a month fuck-buddy.” Turns out, Jen had friends who did not want to split, but were in a sexless marriage. The wife was fine with it, but not the husband. Though unclear how, eventually they agreed he would spend an evening a month with Jen.

At first, Jen said, she looked forward to the day. She got off fairly easily, so it took the edge off. Lately though, she feels it is really the same thing each time. She felt more like a sex doll than a woman during it.

She explained these evenings. Bob would come over around 10pm on a Saturday. She always greeted him with a kiss before they head right to the bedroom. They undress separately and climb into bed. Bob starts sucking her tits and fingers her for a minute, maybe two. Jen goes down on Bob for two or three minutes before he climbs on her in the missionary position. Here, Jen admits that Bob is pretty well built, nice 6 pack abs, broad shoulders and a thick cock.

Jen is wet and ready to accept Bob’s neglected member. Bob moves quickly, literally shoving his cock in deep and fast. He escort bayan slams Jen 20 or 25 times, pulls out and cums on her tits. Each time, he says, “OK, that was for me, this is for you.” Bob rolls Jen over to her favorite position, doggie, and shoves in again.

Now, his month long celibacy relieved, he fucks Jen hard again. By now, she has a stream down her leg, soaking the sheets. Jen admits to being easily orgasmic, and in the short order would cum two or three times. This second time, Bob always pulled out to cream all over her round ass.

After that, they would get dressed and Bob went home, literally in less than 20 minutes. While Jen gets off, she has started wanting more. In fact, she cancelled their last rendezvous in favor of a 2 hour masturbation session.

At this point though, Joe knows none of this. His eyes are transfixed on his wife Karyn as she starts tongue lashing their long time neighbor. Joe noticed how quickly Jen began squirming under the attention. A regular stream of sweet nectar was running down her thighs, puddling on the deck. Joe admired his wife’s ass, waving back and forth as she earnestly attacked Jen’s throbbing clit and pussy. He could see her swollen lips, dark red from their exertion, her slit still wet and sloppy.

When he looked back at Jen, he saw her shaking, almost uncontrollably on the love seat. Waves ran through Jen’s muscles, every 30 seconds or so she would whimper out a low ‘yes’. Joe counted six in all. Karyn lifted her head, leaned up and kissed Jen with a smile. “Hey baby I think you owe me two more.”

With that, they changed positions one more time. As Jen lowered her head once more to lick Karyn’s still tender pussy, Karyn grabbed Jen’s dress and pulled it up. Joe could see Jen’s round ass in the fading light. As Joe got ready to watch another hot scene, Karyn waived him over, pointing at Jen’s bare ass, Joe didn’t need another invite.

Joe stepped onto the deck quietly. As he approached the women, he undid the zipper and button on his shorts. He stepped out of them and moved behind Jen. He could see that she still was dripping her sweet juices fairly heavily. bayan escort gaziantep Reaching out, he grabbed some of the natural lube in his hand and smeared it on his ready cock. He was so hard, it hurt as he lubed its crown.

After licking his fingers, Joe grabbed Jen by the hips, startling her for a moment as he shoved his cock between her velvety pussy lips. “Holy shit,” he thought. She’s like an oven in there. Joe was glad that he and Karyn had fucked that morning. Joe had watched so long, he was drunk with lust. Once he got balls deep, he decided he just wanted to fuck her with abandon. He was smashing into her, smacking her ass. With each stroke, his balls slapped off her soaking wet clit. Joe could actually feel the flow of hot liquid as it poured out of Jen’s hotbox.

Meanwhile, Jen made good her debt. She fingered Karyn furiously while licking her clit. Joe could still see well enough to see Karyn arch her back, swear, and start to quiver as her orgasm hit. As the tide of pleasure rolled out, Jen could no longer concentrate due to her own building orgasm. Joe reached around to finger her clit while continuing the pounding he was giving Jen’s overflowing cunt.

Joe could feel the spasms in Jen’s pussy, milking his cock as orgasm overcame her. He continued to fuck her as she came. To him, Jen was in one long continuous orgasm, her love muscles squeezing him harder and harder. Suddenly, she gasped, “Oh fuck!” was all Joe heard before a stream of hot liquid squirted from her pussy, soaking his balls. As the squirt subsided, Jen’s pussy clamped down so hard on Joe, he could no longer move. The spasms griping his cock provided the stimulation he needed. Joe shot his load deep inside Jen. Surprisingly, Joe shot five more shots into her. As Jen felt the ropes of cum hit the depths of her sex box, she begged, “yes, YES, fill me up, shoot that sweet, sticky load into me, I fucking love it!”

Finally, Jen’s grip was loosened and Joe slid out, his hard-on slowly subsiding.

The trio pulled themselves together and chatted around a small fire. Joe now heard the story Karyn had learned earlier, and how Jen was ready to get into a relationship. After a while, Jen got up to head home after some sweet, lingering kisses.

When she left, Karyn said, “I know just the guy. There’s a long-term temp at work, about our age. He’s been divorced a few years, but he seems really sweet.” She needs someone interested in her, not like this Bob guy. And so, her plan was hatched.

I hardly slept the night after I had fucked ‘Grandma’. I would like to say that guilt was what kept me awake — it wasn’t. The reason I couldn’t sleep was that I wanted more. As sick as I knew it was I couldn’t help but be excited. I would fall asleep for a little while and then wake up.

I beat off twice during the night but it never calmed me down enough to stay asleep. I couldn’t wait for the next morning. As soon as my daughter left for school I was going to find out if ‘Grandma’ or Murine was around and if it was Murine I was going to fuck her and fuck her hard.

Even though I struggled all night with how I could have done what I did to ‘Grandma’ as soon as my daughter was off for school I stripped off my clothes and went into the guest bedroom where Murine was sleeping.

I pulled the covers off of her and stood there watching her nightgown rise and fall as she took the deep breaths of sleep. Her large breasts seemed to stretch the material of the gown making my hard-on grow even harder as I stood over her.

One wonderful thing about my wife’s family was the women had large breasts. I had been around long enough to know that they started out with sizeable tits and then would balloon after pregnancy. I remember years ago how I couldn’t wait to see if my wife followed suit.

She did.

I climbed on the bed next to ‘Grandma’ and moved very close. I pawed her big tits which only served to fuel my desire to spear my dick into her depths. In my state I wasn’t thinking clearly and before I realized what I was doing I grabbed the collar of her gown with both hands and pulled ripping the gown and freeing those big tits.

“Shit,” I said out loud.

My mouth was on her left nipple instantly. It hardened as my tongue went to work. I could hear her breathing change and I knew she would wake soon.

I didn’t want to give her the chance to wake up and stop this before I had a chance to feel her warm wet pussy around me. If she were her normal self when she awoke I would just have to hold her down. While I kept sucking on her tits I positioned myself over her rubbed the head of my dick up and down her entrance a few times and then shoved it right up her cunt.

I stopped only because my pelvis met hers.

Her eyes flew open.

“Fuck!” she yelled.

My heart raced was she ‘Grandma’ or Murine?

“George, you’re an animal,” she said looking up at me and bucking her hips back to meet my thrusts.

I could have exploded right there. She was just who I was hoping for. I leaned down into her and kissed her full on the mouth my tongue penetrating her lips. Her tongue met mine and they danced. It was like we were trying to suck the life out of one another.

Pulling escort bayan adıyaman away from her kiss I told her, “you are the hottest piece of ass I have ever had.”

I meant it. She wasn’t the prettiest, her body wasn’t the greatest but she had a love of dick and it showed.

Murine reached up and grabbed my head, looked me right in the eyes and said, “Fuck me! Fuck me and don’t stop until I pass out or die!” Then she pulled my head to hers and resumed the kiss.

I was going to obey that order and I began thrusting faster. We were fucking so hard that we weren’t just rocking the bed we were bouncing off of it. The headboard was slamming into the wall. The force was such that at some point the crowning piece of the headboard broke off but I didn’t care. All I wanted then was to fuck Murine, who just got more excited and wet the harder I fucked into her, with every ounce of strength I had. She really was a grade ‘A’ slut.

I was so far gone I couldn’t even tell you if she ever came. I was in a completely animalistic state at that point and didn’t even know that my own orgasm had started until I heard myself grunting as my body locked up on a forward thrust. I didn’t shoot ropes. I just came all in one long stream it was the strangest feeling like I was pouring my essence into her.

My arms gave way and I just collapsed on her. My face was planted on her big sweaty right breast and it felt great. One big soft pillow made just for me that breast was.

“Your breasts are magnificent,” I said talking into her breast between ragged breaths.

“George, you’re still hard,” she said matter-of-factly. “If we hurry we can keep it hard and go again.”

That’s when I realized a few things: first, I didn’t have the energy to move; second I was still in her and third she was indefatigable.

In no time she had rolled out from under me, flipped me over and was riding me. On top of me was the woman I had known until recently as ‘Grandma’ a prim and proper woman who believed in long skirts and high collars and she was sweating, naked, swearing and impaling herself on my dick.

“Don’t just lay there,” she yelled at me “fuck me!”

If I wasn’t careful this woman was going to kill me. I would be found fucked to death by a 79 year old woman. I thrust up weakly as my body was still tired. She slammed herself down onto me. This happened over and over with her slamming down each time until she arched her back and I felt her pussy milk my dick.

“Don’t move. Right there — right there… let me do it. Right there!”

The contractions in her pussy were almost painful as she gripped my dick. The boiling returned escort baya nakkent in my balls and I was ready to blow a load again.

She must have sensed it.

“Don’t you fucking cum!” she cried out. “I need another one!”

There was no way I could hold it back. My dick was twitching inside her and my balls were contracting. The head swelled inside her and I began shooting.

“No! Fucking no, no, no…!” She grabbed my spurting dick held it still and slammed down the front wall of her pussy on the head. “Yes, Yes, Yesss!”

I had never seen anything like it. She was grinding the head against a spot of the front wall of her pussy and squeezing the life out of my dick. Then she collapsed on the bed.

I lay back feeling weak. Realizing that sleep was pulling me down I pushed myself off the bed. I couldn’t sleep here if she awoke as ‘Grandma’ and found me in the guest bed with her she would know that I had come to fuck her.

I moved to the door on weak legs and realized as I was about to exit the room that she would be able to, as hard as we had fucked, feel it in her pussy when she awoke. I stumbled back into the room and grabbed her limp form. It took all the little strength I had left but I hoisted her over my shoulder and carried her to my bed.

I tossed her onto the bed and then climbed in myself. As I drifted off to sleep I figured that it had worked the day before so it should work again. As sleep took over I noticed the time — 8:30.

The first thing I thought when I heard yelling was that my daughter had come home and saw us naked in bed together. My eyes shot over to the clock and I saw that it was 12:47. That was way too early. Trying to clear my head I realized that it was my name being yelled and it was Murine yelling it.

Murine was sitting on her knees in the bed trying to cover herself with the sheet. “What’s going on here?” she was yelling.

As I came to I realized that she must have been herself again. I looked at her groggily and just shook my head.

“Why are you in my bed?” “And, why are you naked?” I asked as if I didn’t know.

Slowly each of our gazes fell upon my dick which was laid sleepily across my leg. It didn’t have the normal dark coloring it looked like it was coated with some dried film.

“You..,” I started.

“I…I,” she stammered.

“After yesterday I thought you would…”

I hadn’t even gotten it all out when she shot back, “yesterday?!?”

I had assumed that because she was lucid she would remember events sequentially and so I wanted to use yesterday to cement in her mind that she had come and used me thereby absolving me completely of escort gaziantep anal yapan bayan any wrongdoing.

“What did I do yesterday,” she asked meekly. “Did I do — this?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Oh lord my mind is really going,” she sobbed.

It was so evil what I was doing to this woman but I could not help myself. When she was Murine and not ‘Grandma’ she was a hot blooded sex crazed woman who would take anything you threw at her. She just took it no matter how soft or how rough. She had a genuine love of dick. And, my dick loved her for that.

“What are we going to do,” she exclaimed. “We can’t have sex”

“Now you listen to me…,” I said. “This is the second day in a row I have awoken to find you in my bed.” “This is the second day that it was evident that you used me in my sleep to satisfy yourself.” “You are obviously in need and can only admit it to yourself when you have an episode.”

It was mumbo jumbo but I hoped it made enough sense to seem plausible. I could see her brow furrow and knew she was trying to make sense of all of it. Having slept and regained my energy her nakedness was getting to me and I started getting hard again. Her eyes took notice of my rising nature. “Oh lord, what is the matter with me…even…now…I,” she trailed off realizing she was actually saying the words.

This made my hard dick twitch. Her eyes seemed to glaze over. I laughed inside. ‘Even ‘Grandma’ wants my dick,’ I thought.

I reached out and grabbed her by both arms, “tell me even now what?”

“I –I can’t,” she sobbed. “What is wrong with me?”

“You can’t,” I snarled. “You come in here and use my dick to satisfy yourself and now with your mind back to normal you are looking at it like it’s a fucking piece of meat and you can’t!” “You can do it but you can’t fucking say it,” I spat.

“Please, don’t say those things — don’t use those words, “she begged.

I almost cut her off, “you’re worried about the words I use?” I pulled her a bit closer, “You fucking slut, you, you are worried about words?” “All you can seem to think about is my dick,” I use the words like a weapon with emphasis on the word dick. I knew it was like a punch to the gut for her.

“I’ll finish the sentence for you, you slut.” “Even now when you are in your right mind, even now all you can think about is your granddaughter’s husband’s dick!” “Even now all you really want is…,” I looked down between her legs for effect “all you want is for me to stick my dick up your cunt!”

Tears were streaming down her face. She tried to look away and cover her face with her hands but I grabbed them and twisted her onto her back.

Kneeling between her legs I looked at her my hard-on twitching wildly. “Is that what you want,” I asked looking at it. “Tell me slut!”

“Lord forgive me, yes, that’s what I want that’s what I need,” she cried. “I need your di…”

I was in her.

“Then you’re gonna get it,” I said beginning to thrust into her.

“Please Natasha forgive me,” she cried.

Natasha was my wife’s name.

She breathed a puff of smoke into the winter air, cursing the wind when it swirled around her to blow up the short train of her coat. As always, she was dressed for work: a white ruffled blouse tucked underneath a tight black skirt that reached just below her knees. Her thin, nylon tights were nearly black, making her legs look soft and very long, as she clanked down the empty street in her favorite pair of high heels.

So cold. The wind was relentless, tossing the short length of her midnight hair across her heart-shaped face to shield the dangerous spark of dark green in her emerald eyes. She moved to brush the tangles aside, but as the winter caressed her bare hands, she shivered; and then quickly replaced them back inside her coat pocket.

Every fiber in her body began to tremble. It wasn’t from the shimmering, occasional snowflakes falling down upon the nearly vacant streets of Belton, Mo, a place she had called home for too many years. And it wasn’t from the thinness of her dress coat that she continued to shiver, or the fact that her legs were practically bare, or because it was in the middle of December and she still had another block to walk before she reached a little local bar at the end of West and 6th. where a few of her friends were waiting for her.

No. If it had been any other night, the weather would have been solely responsible for the ice-cold shivers coaxing her mind and body into shutting down. But tonight…things were different.

Him…she thought frantically. After all this time, he had come back.

She could never really escape him. She could never truly leave or abandon or dismiss him. She could never reject or deny him. Him, the man whose memory still burns into her mind like an iron steel blade. Him, whose voice still feeds her lonely weakness at night, and who hides in the rhythm of her chest during the day. She was restless; her mind was in constant turmoil, knowing that once again he had left her helpless.

Damn the man…

His memory was nearly as cruel as waking up to cold sheets and an empty pillow. It had been six years, six long years since she had invited him into her life, into her home, and into her body. He had claimed her well, multiple times in that one short night, leaving plenty of marks to prove his greedy ambition.

She could still feel his teeth cutting into the side of her neck, his fingers pinching her aching nipples into hard, round beads of pain, his hands, hard and firm around her throat, holding her wrists above her head, pinning her down to the bed where they had spent hours sating each others’ lust.

But one night. One night was all that he had allowed her to take. No questions, no answers, no goodbyes. And in the morning he was gone, like he had never existed at all, like a dark phantom in the bleak folds of her mind that seemed so real so long ago, but were slowly starting to fade.

Until now.

She had seen him only a few short moments ago through the window of a small coffee shop as she walked by on the street. It was only for a few seconds, but she remembered him. How could she ever forget?

The strong scent of his cologne was seductive–overwhelming, even from outside the coffee shop. It pierced her memory with flashes of one dark night and two forceful hands that had literally tore the clothes from her body. His eyes, like silver and gray that burned so cold and bitter through the heat of her own gaze. She could get lost in those eyes; they seemed to captivate her–possess her, as if he were more than a man.

No…she wouldn’t go there. She wouldn’t allow her mind to wander into forbidden territories. He was gone, dead. He had walked out of her life once and for all, and she’d be damned if she let him back inside.

She brushed aside her silent thoughts, damning them to hell. She spent the next few minutes concentrating on the sidewalk, the wind, the gentle snow flakes, the few passing cars; nothing else. She reached the end of the sidewalk and waited for a vehicle to pass before she could continue on her path, where her destination lie not too far ahead.

But gaziantep ateşli escort bayan she never made it.

Standing in the darkness, surrounded by falling snow and small streams of light from the overhead street lamps, she heard a sound. A voice. A name. Her name.

She jerked around to see nothing. No one. Not a single soul on this side of the street other than her own shadow that had succumbed to isolation many nights before this one. Narrowing her eyes with unease, she hesitantly turned back around to make her way across the street. But as soon as she stepped up onto the curb, the strong, unmistakable cologne of a certain erotic spice slammed into her, practically knocking her back a few feet.

She slowed her pace, listening carefully to her surroundings, her eyes wide and focused on everything around her.

But she didn’t see anything.

She kept moving forward, determined to control what was left of her sanity

Gone. Dead, she steadily reminded herself.

She reached the end of the block and turned a sharp corner when his scent began to loom over her again. And then she heard a voice, his voice, as if she could ever forget it.

“Where are you going, querida?” His Spanish accent whispered in a smooth tone. “Why do you run from me?”

It halted her in her tracks; she lowered her head, closed her eyes, breathed with anticipation and something very close to fear, and then she turned around.

“I didn’t think to ever see you again.” Her voice was soft and timid, although her expression firm and resentful.

“You have missed me?” A dangerous grin lifted one corner of his mouth.

She narrowed her eyes at his arrogance. “I missed you six years ago.” Her voice turned bitter as she stared down the unbelievably handsome man before her.

He looked the same as she had remembered, the same as in all of her nightmares: Black, coal-dust hair that was cut short above his ears, although left longer on top. Those same silver-gray eyes that looked more cold than winter’s frost painting the ground in white. He was tall, his arms were long, his hands big and curled into tight fists. Even under the warmth of his winter coat she could see the intense muscles of his shoulders and stomach aching to be revealed.

“And what about now?” His deep voice demanded, “Are you missing me, now?” He started to walk closer, forcing his delicious scent of male power and erotic spices to dance around her, making her feel nearly hazy and disturbed.

“No.” She said firmly, right before she turned around and began walking away.

“Why do you run from me?” He asked again, only this time it was closer, more demanding.

But she didn’t answer him. She kept walking until she finally arrived at the bar. But when she moved to open up the front door, a strong hand reached out to slam it back shut.

“Answer me.” He growled.

He was suddenly standing too close. The strong scent of his cologne, the minty taste of his breath; his entire nearness was too much–overwhelming, intoxicating.

And for one moment, one very short moment, she thought about defying her natural instincts to hate him.

She looked angrily at his hand blocking the door, and then her eyes quickly jerked up to pierce him with a dark glare. “Because you used me. Because I haven’t seen or heard from you in six years. Because you are following me down the street at night like some crazy stalker.” Her voice rose and her eyes darkened even more. “But mostly because I don’t even know you.”

He moved closer, cornering her against the door with no hope for an escape. “You know me.” His voice deep and harsh. “And I know you. Don’t deny me, querida.” His eyes flashed with a dangerous spark as he lowered his head to breathe hot fumes down the bare side of her neck. “I always win.” He breathed in her ear, pressing her more firmly against the door.

She sucked her breath in sharply, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side, revealing the side of her slender neck bakımlı escort gaziantep as he had silently commanded. Goosebumps laced her skin from his wicked affliction; it tormented her, arousing immense pain to heat between her legs at the first feel of his teeth against her throat.

“Shall I mark you again, querida? Would you like that?” He murmured softly before lifting anxious hands to rip open the front of her coat. “Tell me where you want to wear my mark?”

She was pressed so hard against the door that her shoulders were beginning to bruise. She could feel the doorknob digging into her lower back, rubbing hard against her skin and bone, but she welcomed the pain. “I…I…” She breathed hard, her words and thoughts halting the moment he raked his teeth down the side of her neck, leaving a long, tiny trail of blood behind.

“Answer me, or I will mark you everywhere.” He growled deeply, moving to the front of her neck and starting across the small patch of skin above her blouse. And with the same aggressive movement, he yanked open the white fabric of her shirt, sending the buttons flying to the ground and the sound of tearing fabric loud and deliberate.

Her bra came next.

He tore into her skin, claiming her left breast with a violent bite until she could feel the skin starting to break.

Her hands wove tightly into his hair; she pulled hard, but to no avail. She was bound, by the sharp blade of his teeth and by two large hands that had curled around her arms and slammed her hard against the door.

She let out a scream, but he was quick to slap a hand over her mouth. “That’s it, baby; fight me. Where did it get you last time?” He ripped her hand out of his hair and knotted both of her wrists together inside one of his. And still covering her mouth with the other, he slowly let it fall to touch her bruised neck and down the trail of her lightly bleeding chest, until he reached her stomach and waist.

He began to explore her cold, naked skin with firm, aggressive fingers, taking his time teasing her, tormenting her, forcing the heat between her legs to rise and smother all other emotions except feeling this man inside her once more.

“You bastard.” She managed to choke between breaths, “Let go of me.” She demanded, unable to control her rage of frustration and lust.

Damn the man a second time.

“Is that really what you want, querida?” His eyes looked like winter and snow as he glared at her. He moved his hands down further, further, until he reached the hem of her skirt. And with a violent jerk, he knotted his fingers into the fabric and tugged it clear up to her waist. Then he clawed at her nylon tights, taring into them with relentless tension that both frightened and aroused her beyond her limitations.

“Stop.” She breathed heavily, her eyes dark and wanting, her breasts fully exposed to the brutal wind of winter, her nipples hard and aching to feel his fingers pinching and tugging to bring them pleasure and pain. “I want you to stop.”

He lifted his mouth into an evil smirk. “No, you don’t. I know what you want, querida. I know what you need. You and I are alike. Both sinners, both beggars, both starving for more.” He was staring directly at her, something he had never done before. His eyes tore into her mind, into her soul; it felt as if he were literally seeing into her head and reading her every thought. “We both need the pain. It excites us. It keeps us alive, querida.” Then his fingers plunged deeply inside her, not one, but two, ready to make and mold her body into his own twisted creation for the second time.

She gasped as he entered her, stretched her, moved inside of her with urgent force that nearly brought her to her knees. She screamed again, but this time from pleasure, unable to contain it, unable to control her need.

She threw her head back against the door, moaning quietly as she wrapped one leg around his waist. He had let go of her wrists, finally trusting her that she wouldn’t deny him.

And she gaziantep bayan escort couldn’t. Not now. Not ever.

She reached to rip a part his coat, then she grabbed the front of his jeans to tare open the annoying button and zipper. She reached again, this time finding what she desired most. She gripped the long length of his swollen cock and squeezed tightly to release the first few drops of his lust.

He growled deep in his throat as he quickened the pace of his fingers, allowing his thumb to hit against her clit with every move.

She latched onto his shoulders, digging her nails deeply into the back of his neck, drawing a small amount of blood to leave her own mark upon his skin. She moaned again, again and again, her eyes snapped shut to welcome the gradual explosion of her orgasm.

She raked her nails deeper, harder, her moans becoming louder, more frequent. And then when she had thought she could receive no more pleasure, he slipped a third finger into the slick, wet walls of her body, moving faster, harder, to the point of near pain. And then she came. Long and fast, like she had never came before. Her moans were loud, unstoppable, her body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion, her nipples hard and aching against the frigid wind that chilled her to the bone. But she ignored it; she couldn’t think about that, about anything, except this one man and his demonic methods of torturing her.

Even after she had come, he left his fingers inside her, moving slowly, in and out, stretching her more, rubbing hard against her clit, while he breathed hot air down the side of her neck. “Tell me, querida; are you missing me, now?” He knotted one firm hand into the short length of her hair, forcing her head to jerk back and her eyes to stare up at him in a mixture of surrender and surprise.

“Tell me you’ve missed me.” He demanded before removing his fingers to spin her around to face the door. He held her there, hard, still gripping her hair until her scalp burned with pain. “Say it, querida. Tell me how much you’ve missed my sex.” His voice was deep and demanding, almost cruel, as if he, too, had missed everything her own body had to offer.

“I’ve missed you.” She confessed with tears in her eyes, “I’ve missed you every damn day since you left.” Her voice was raw with emotion, her hands pressed hard against the door, her back arched and her head pulled back to hear the deviant chuckle that escaped his breath so very close to her ear.

And then his lips touched her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at her bruised skin. “You are mine.” He vowed deeply, “No other man will have you. I’ll kill you before I let someone else touch you. Do you understand me?” He pulled harder on her hair, forcing her to scream her response.

“Yes. Only you. Forever.” She cried helplessly.

And then he entered her, his cock fully stretching her tight walls to fit his swollen length. He entered her hard, aggressive, knowing she was wet from her own sweet nectar that stained his fingers with her lust. Again, he slammed into her, pulling hard on her hair and breathing heavily down the side of her fully exposed neck. He nipped at her shoulders, moaning deeply against her freezing skin as he came inside her.

And then finally, he released her hair. He rest his head on her bare back and kissed his way up to meet her shoulders. There, his voice vibrated against her skin, heating and cooling her body as he removed his cock from her spent pussy. He pressed himself against her, staring deeply into her fiery green eyes that looked back at him with surreal satisfaction. “You bare my marks,” He lifted to trail moist fingers down her neck and across her chest. “And now you carry my scent and my seed.” He kept touching her, as if he couldn’t stop, as if he were about to claim her body once again with the same amount of desperation and need. “Don’t you ever forget that, querida.”

And then he was gone.

She was left on fire; so hot. His touch still melted her bones into wax. His kiss sank down into her soul, further, burning everything, all that was left of her sanity along the way. She had been seduced, taken, stripped of her determination and anger, her innocence…all of her faith in believing that she could ever recover from this man’s seduction, power, and control…and now, she was left to miss his touch, his lips, and his love. Now, she was left to crave his memory, defenseless and defeated, yet once again.

And nothing had ever felt so sweet.

After those two initial days of fucking, my introduction to the world of sex, we settled into a comfortable routine. Three days a week I’d go over to her house for my normal science and math tutoring and then…. Either I was motivated or I was getting smarted for the tutoring seemed to take less and less time and we had more and more time to fuck. She’d tutor me for an hour at most, then we’d be in her bed or on the floor or wherever banging out brains out.

She seemed to know her husband’s schedule pretty well. I never saw him the entire time I was at her place. There were plenty of pictures of him about and always her wedding rings, and lots of other evidence of him (clothes, shoes, other very obvious evidence he did exist). Mrs. Tavorski was insatiable as far as I could tell. She said she liked having young lovers because they were the only ones who could keep up with her. We could fuck three times an afternoon and she still wanted more.

More than once I was completely spent from cumming three or more times and she was still ready for another go. I watched her mister herself to organism more times than I could remember. It was fascinating to watch. Her fingers would busily teaser her lips and mons and finally her clit before her whole body shook with her climax. Sometimes she even squirted a bit of her juices on the bed, that’s what fascinated me the most: how a woman could squirt almost like a man.

Once when I was too tired to go again and she wanted more, she rolled over to the side of the bed and opened up a drawer on her nightstand. Out she pulled the first vibrator I’d ever seen that wasn’t in a porn movie. “Time for you to learn how to use this,” she told me, handing over the royal purple silicon shaft.

“I don’t know how to use this,” I stupidly said.

“Which is why you need to learn how now,” she said, leaning back on the pillows and spreading her legs.

She showed me how to turn it on and move it around her cunt, teasing her clit and then thrusting it in and out of her pussy until she was satisfied.

Give a boy a new toy to play with and he’ll be endlessly fascinated until something new comes along. I started asserting myself, sometimes using the vibe at the start of sex instead of at the end, just to see the difference in a pussy that had already been fucked. I made her get on her hands and knees while a used it on her from behind, just to see if she could stay up while she climaxed. She could.

Sometimes she got out a smaller vibe and she used that in addition to the big eight incher that I drove around her groin. We would play games, seeing who could find just the right spot or speed of thrusts that would make her cum the fastest or hardest. She didn’t just cum from playing with her clit, she could cum if I could find her g-spot or any one of a number of intriguing ways.

One time I had her on her hands and knees, ass in the air, the purple vibe working in and out of her tunnel, when she told me, “Put it in my ass.”

“What?”

“Put it in my ass!” she looked over her shoulder at me, then noticed I had the big vibe. “No, wait a second.” She scrambled across the bed and yanked open her drawer of toys. Out came the little vibe and a bottle of lube. “Put the lube on my ass first, then put in the vibe.”

She was panting and obviously ready to cum, but I could tell she didn’t want to just yet. More than anything—cumming hard, cumming more times than she could count, balancing sex with me and her husband—she loved to see how long she could keep herself from cumming.

By now I had learned to play along. I squirted a good dose of lube on her tiny pale brown bunghole, then used the small, hard vibe to spread it around a bit, pushing it in her just enough to make it easy for her to take.

“Quit fooling around, put it in me!” I obeyed her command and slipped the small shaft into her anus. She groaned as it went in. “Turn it on and fuck me,” she then ordered when it was all the way in. I learned later on that the small vibe was specially designed for assplay, it had a flared base so it wouldn’t go all the way in, but would fit snugly inside her rectum, held in place by her sphincter. I rotated the small dial on the vibe’s base and set her ass to shaking slightly from the pleasure. “Get your cock in me!” she begged.

I obliged. The vibrations from the toy in her ass reached my shaft as I was inside her. It took me no time at all to cum. I don’t know if she wanted to last much longer, but me splashing inside her cunt was all she needed to finish

“Oh,” she moaned when I collapsed on top of her. “That was wonderful, but you need to turn it off now.”

“Right,” I agreed, rolling off to the side and found the small dial on the base of the vibrator. I twisted it to off, but left it in her ass.

She sighed and stretched out. “You’re a tease,” she told me. “My husband always pulls it out right away. Sometimes it’s nice to just have it stay there for a while.”

This made my body escort antep stiffen and I moved slightly away from her. She laughed lightly. “You don’t like it when I talk about having sex with my husband, do you?” she asked, reaching out and gently fondling my cock. Sometimes she did that just to prove she had control over me, sometimes it was to harden me so we could fuck again. I was never sure which.

“No, it makes me nervous.”

“Don’t worry; you’re at least as good a lover as he is, maybe even a little better, besides, variety is what I crave.”

This was the first hint that I had that perhaps I wasn’t the only other person she was having sex with beyond her husband. When she found the time between school, me, her husband and everything else was beyond me.

“How can you do this to him?” I asked her. “Don’t you feel like it’s wrong.”

She scoffed at me. “I’m not doing anything to him. We are,” she said, stressing our dual involvement. “Besides, I’m sure when he’s off on his business trips he’s out balling every young thing he can talk into his hotel room.”

This gave me pause. It never occurred to me that her husband might be sleeping around on her. Maybe that’s why she did it to him.

After laying next to each other in silence for a few minutes, she reached around to her ass and slipped the small vibe out of her body. “We’ll have to get one of these for you,” she said, carefully wiping it off with a towel she kept at the side of the bed. She was always prepared for the two of us. I knew that after I left she cleaned up everything: clothes, sheets, toys, everything. She must have done a lot of laundry every evening after my tutoring.

“Uh-uh. No way. You’re not sticking anything up my ass!”

She looked back at me, a slightly angry look on her face, then held up her finger. “This has been up your ass more than once, and I seem to remember you enjoying it quite a bit. Don’t tell me what we are and aren’t doing!”

It was amazing how she could so easily slip into angry teacher mode and how I so easily kowtowed to it.

“If that’s what you want…” I started to apologize obsequiously.

“No! That’s not what I want! That’s what my husband wants, he loves to be pegged.” She grinned at me. “Not that I mind doing it to him. Its something every married couple should enjoy, but I want to do other things with you.”

She never really said what other things, but I was on a ride that I couldn’t get off. Not yet.

The one thing that really bothered me about sex with Mrs. Tavorski—besides the fact she was twice my age, my teacher and married—was that she always wore a bra or t-shirt or top of some other kind to keep her breasts hidden. It was strange to say the least. Sometimes the material was so thin or sheer I could plainly see her nipples and areola. She wouldn’t mind if I casually touched her breasts during sex, but if I ever tried to remove her bra and expose her to me fully nude, she would immediately stop whatever we were doing. It was infuriation.

“Why can’t I see your tits?” I asked her one time when she was straddling me again, moving slowly back and forth, enjoying my cock in her cunt. I had run my hands up her side and had attempted to pull down the cups of the corset that was hugging her body before she slapped my hands away.

“Because they are for my husband,” she told me. “I have to save something for him.”

“I’ve had your ass and your pussy, I should be able to have it all,” I complained, but not too much as I was too busy thrusting my hips upward to meet her carefully groomed cunt.

“Maybe you will, but not today.”

And so her tops always stayed on, but she continued to give me access to everything below the waist.

Mrs. Tavorski was very cool in school. She never let on, not even a hint, that we were fucking, which was probably a good thing because she would have lost her job at the very least. I probably spent too much time ogling her in class and when I happened to see in the halls, but then I started noticing that a lot of the other boys in class stared at her as well.

It didn’t take me very long to find out that, probably like almost every other high school in America, there was a list of “Most Admired” teachers. This wasn’t a listing sponsored by the student council to give away an award at graduation, this was a list of the teachers posted on one those social networking websites. It was mostly a tasteful and wasn’t overly sexual, so the school administrators chose to ignore it, but there was Mrs. Tavorski on top, as usual. The standings were updated on a weekly basis, so she wasn’t always first, but always in the top three. I did my best to keep her on top with my weekly votes. (And to be fair there was a list of male teachers as well, but I didn’t bother keeping up with that score.)

So with Mrs. Tavorski on the top of hot teachers it was easy to sideways discuss with other guys her various attributes and escort araban our speculations as to how she would be in bed. I always played very coy, never even hinting that she and I were fucking like wild rabbits in heat. Their speculations were all completely wrong. Most of them imagined her as completely submissive allowing them to do whatever they wanted to her, mostly their fantasies were endless blowjobs ending with facials and pearl necklaces.

They were completely wrong. She liked to give blowjobs, but she much preferred to swallow, or to have her lover cum in her cunt. I asked, so a couple of times she allowed me to cum on her body, but never her face. Visually, it was exciting, but the sensations of cumming inside of her were much better than any childish fantasy.

If I had a real girlfriend I would have received presents. That would have been nice. I once tried to give her a very nice camisole set of lingerie, but she refused. Said she couldn’t have lingerie lying about the house that her husband hadn’t given her. I was so disappointed. Completely crushed. After I spent an hour begging, she finally relented and modeled the lingerie for me, even wore the top when we fucked that night, but she made me bring it home with me. I kept it in the bottom of my dresser drawer the rest of the year.

I did get presents, of a sort. But not the kind you would get from your typical high school girlfriend.

She was waiting for me in bed one night. It was close to Christmas and I was getting worried about if I should buy her a present or not (this led to the disastrous camisole episode). By this time we had given up even pretending that I was being tutored in anything other than sex. Oh, we did my homework and made sure I knew the class material, but if I was all caught up on work, she would bring me right to bed. “I have a present for you,” she announced that night.

My cock immediately stiffened. That’s all she needed to do to make me ready. I was that easy. “What?” I asked eagerly.

She tilted her head to the side and looked at me expectantly. “You know what you have to do. Take off your clothes first.”

I did so and she slipped a blindfold over my eyes. She was wearing the tiniest g-string that barely covered her carefully shaved pubic matched with a perfect sheer bra. I assume she left these on while I was blindfolded, but who’s to know the truth. Her grabbing my cock wasn’t unexpected, but the suddenly squeezing around the base of my shaft and my balls was. I yanked off the blindfold to see what she had done to me.

“What’s that?” I practically screamed. A bright red band was wrapped around my cock and other was circling my tentacles. They were linked together and the outside edges sported a series of nubs and ridges unlike the sides that pressed into my skin which was completely smooth. It wasn’t exactly painful but it was surprising.

“It’s a cock ring. It’ll keep you harder and longer. I like that in a man.”

“It hurts,” I complained, reaching for the rings. I tried to pull them off, but only managed to snap the one around my shaft like a rubber band. That really hurt. I couldn’t imagine what that would have felt like if I had tried removing the one around my tentacles first. I let out a shout of pain.

“Fuck me first, and then we can take them off.” She slipped off her tiny, unnecessary panties and pulled me by the cock to her bed. She was right. I was hard and it did keep me from cumming as quickly as usual. She said that the nubs and ridges felt good rubbing into her clit..

Cumming with the rings on was like cumming again for the first time. The rings were fairly wide and I thought that was just for the little projections for her pleasure. I discovered that it was to keep my balls away from my cock when I actually came. That made my organism that much more powerful. It also made it that much more painful. I was nearly crying by the time I was done pumping my cum into her. She held me in her arms, rocking my slightly until my cock relaxed enough to where she could stretch it out and take it off.

“Wasn’t that good?” she asked me, a wise and knowing look in her eye.

I looked up into her eyes. “It hurt,” I whined to her, wiping away the tears that had formed at the corners of my eyes

“But you still came,” she pointed out to me. “It was probably the best one you’ve ever had.”

I had to admit that was true. It might have been painful, but it was the best I ever had. “Okay, it was good, great even, but you should have warned me it was going to hurt that much.”

She kissed me lightly on the lips. “That would have spoiled the surprise.”

I started to get up off her warm body. “I need to get it off now,” I announced to her.

“No, stay!” she insisted, wrapping her legs around mine and circling my back with her arms. “I want you to stay inside of me.” Even though she was almost twice my age and a woman, she was surprisingly strong. gaziantep arap escort bayan I wasn’t able to easily escape her grasp.

“I’m not going to stay hard very long,” I told her.

“That’s what you think,” she chuckled in my ear. Then she began chewing and kissing my earlobe. That always drove me crazy, it still does. It wasn’t long that I was at least semi-hard again. She rolled us over and supported herself on her knees as she started rolling her hips back and forth. It felt good, especially when she ground her pelvis down. I didn’t realize it as the time, but that wasn’t for my benefit; she was rubbing her clit against the nubs on the rings. I liked how she felt, already full of my cum, while I was fucking her again. She was almost too wet, but what did I know and care?

Watching her cum again her hold body shaking above me as I watched was just enough to make me follow suit with her. This time it wasn’t as painful, but it was just as powerful.

“See,” she panted when she was done. “I knew you had more in you. You always do.” Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat which mixed well with the juices of our lovemaking. For all her passion and age, I always forgot how Mrs. Tavorski was almost a tiny slip of a woman. I was easily fifty pounds heavier than her and at least six inches taller.

With a groan of effort and some discomfort, she lifted her body off mine and staggered to the bathroom. I lay on the bed, exhausted by my double quick organisms, watching as my cock slowly lost its stiffness, but never completely abated.

Mrs. Tavorski sauntered back into the bedroom, refreshed from her time cleaning up. She had removed her top and had replaced it with a sheer, short robe that hid nothing but made it seemed like it was doing something. It didn’t notice the towel and small bucket she was carrying until she set them down on the floor next to the bed.

“Now lie still,” she told me, reaching for my cock. “If you move around while I’m doing this, it’ll really hurt.”

I nodded and leaned back. With deft fingers she spread open the stretchy material and slipped it off my cock, then from around my balls. There were a couple of sharp pulls as a few pubic hairs got caught in the rings, but it was otherwise perfect. “Thanks,” I said. The resulting flow of blood back to my genitals was a relief; there hadn’t been any pain while I was resting, but the pressure was gone. I started to get up, but she hadn’t released me yet.

“Don’t move,” she told me. “I’m not done yet.” She laid the warm, wet towel across my goodies and started cleaning up our leavings.

“You’re good at that,” I commented to her. The towel and cleaning were something that had never occurred to me to do before. I suppose only women thought about cleaning up after sex. I closed my eyes and relaxed until I heard the foaming spritz of the shaving cream can. “What are you doing?” I demanded, trying to get away from her, but she still had my manhood well in hand. I practically screamed this.

There was a mass of shaving cream now covering me and I was nervous about the razor she was wielding in her free hand.

“Shaving you,” she told me. “You’re going to be wearing those rings a lot more in the future and they’re easier to get on and off without all this hair,” she explained.

“Maybe I don’t want you to shave me!”

Her glare was right out of the classroom. “You don’t have a choice,” she told me. “Now you can either fight me and risk losing more than just a little bit of hair, or you can let me be in charge and realize that I’m right.” She squeezed her hand a little tighter; she was right, I didn’t have any choice. I was already subservient to her—something I admitted to myself that I enjoyed—so this was just another step in our complex relationship.

“Okay,” I finally relented and stopped pulling away. Not that I was pulling all that hard.

I couldn’t bear to watch as she proceeded to move all my pubic hair. Or almost all of it. She started with the base of the shaft. That was easy and painless. Then she moved on to my sack and was surprisingly delicate. I had to hold my entire body rigid during the work but this turned out to be a good thing. So great was my fear that my goodies shriveled up almost to nothing which apparently made it easier for Mrs. Tavorski to maneuver the razor around. This was good. I started to enjoy the sensations the shaving was sending to my cock and I started to get hard again.

“Don’t get too excited,” she told me. “I’m not nearly done yet.” She then proceeded to dump a good amount of shaving cream on my pubic hair right above my cock.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“We already went over this,” she said absently as she set to work. I didn’t want to be bald like a baby or like a porn star even, but I had little say in the matter. After she was done I steeled myself and looked down. Most of my pubes had been removed, but she had left a nice triangle pointing upwards right above my cock. It wasn’t nearly as radical as I supposed, but it was something that I did enjoy later on.

“You’ll need to keep it shaved on a daily basis,” she informed me when she was done and cleaning off the last of the cream with the towel. “Otherwise it’ll start to itch. And I’ll know if you haven’t been doing a good job.”