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Mini Etekli Siyah Çoraplı Kankamın Sür
“Üniversiteye girdiğimde ilk birkaç ay içinde kimlerle arkadaşlığımızı daha samimi boyuta çıkarabileceğimizi anladığımız gruplaşmalar oluşmuştu. Benim erkek arkadaşlarım yanında dört tanede kız arkadaşım vardı grupta.” demiştim ilk hikayemde. O gün Senem’le geçen bir hikayemi paylaşmıştım, bugünün konusu Ayça olsun…

Ev arkadaşımın memleketinde olduğu bir akşam evde tek başıma otururken saat 23:00 sularında kapım çaldı. Bu saatte kimbilir hangi ayyaş arkadaşım geldi diye söylene söylene kapıya gidip açtığımda karşımda Ayça’yı gördüm. Öğleden sonra okul çıkışı bir kafede oturup samimi arkadaşlarımızla doğum gününü kutlamıştık, bir tişört ve kot pantolon vardı üzerinde. Akşam erkek arkadaşıyla baş başa kutlayacağını söylemişti. O’nu beklemediğim için şaşkınlıkla bakarken çok güzel makyajlı olduğunu, uzun saçlarının dümdüz ve yapılı olduğunu, siyah kısa montunun altında kırmızı mini eteğinin olduğunu, siyah ince çorapları ve dizinin üzerinde çizmeleri olduğunu gördüm. Çizmeleri o kadar uzundu ki çorabı 4-5 parmak genişlikten gözüküyordu sadece. Birkaç saniye sessizlikten sonra gelsene deyip içeri buyur ettim, içeri girince kapıyı kapattım. Çizmelerinin altını silmek için bir bez istedi, çıkartmasam olur mu dedi. Neden diye sorduğumda eteğinin çok kısa olduğunu rahat edemeyeceğini söyledi. Morali bozuk suratı asıktı, hemen getireyim diyip bir bez getirdim. Silip temizledikten sonra içeri geçti, montunu çıkartıp asmak için aldığımda vücuduna yapışık siyah,boyun kısmı biraz taşlı bir tişört giydiğini gördüm. İnanılmaz güzel ve seksi görünüyordu. Vücuduna yapışıktı ama çok göğüs yoktu Ayça’da, seksi görünen incecik vücudu ve sıfır karnı, ince beliydi… Tişörtü harika biçimde yapışmış ve sarmıştı vücudunu.

Erkek arkadaşı ile ağır bir kavga etmiş, akşam onda kalacağını düşündüğünden kaldığı öğrenci yurdundan izin almış, izin alırken uydurduğu mazereti yüzünden yurda dönemez durumda kalmış, kalacak bir yer arıyordu. O anlatırken bende espiriler yapıp O’nu yumuşatmaya, moralini düzeltmeye çalışıyordum. Sürekli oturduğum yeri değiştiriyor, o küçücük çizme-etek arası boşluktan çoraplı bacağını görebileceğim pozisyon arıyordum. diyor, neden yer değiştirdiğimi sorduğunda ise diyordum, salak manyak diyip gülüp geçiyordu. Muhabbet ilerleyip sinir bozukluğu geçince ortamı dahada yumuşatmak için deyip gülmeye başlarken bende diyip gülmeye başladım. Sonra ayağa kalktım, sikim gerçekten dikti ve belli oluyordu. dedim 🙂 inanmıyorum ya ne istiyorsun çizmemden deyip çıkartmaya başladı… Bacaklarına yapışmış çizmelerin fermuarlarını açıp çıkarırken yavaş yavaş, inanılmaz heyecanlandım. O incecik, muhteşem siyah çorabının aynı zamanda parlak olduğunu fark ettim ve çizmeden kurtulup gözümün önüne çıkan her santiminde daha fazla tahrik oldum. Çıkarıp kapının yanına götürmek için kalkarken omzundan itip tekrar oturtturdum, çizmeleri elinden alıp odanın ortasına fırlattım 😀 Artık sürekli hareketlerime güler bir hal almıştı durumu. Ne yaptığımı ve manyak olup olmadığımı sorup duruyordu gülerken. Çorap tutkumu biliyordu Senem gibi, anlatıyordum açık açık. dedim pişkinlikle. Birkaç hayır olmazdan sonra o zaman ben istediğim yere dokunucam dedim. Sürekli bacaklarına bakışımı, kalkmış sikimi görüp heyecanımı farkedince yapacağıma kanaat getirmiş olacak ki deyiverdi, hemen arkasından elleriyle yüzünü kapatarak ben ne diyorum böyle derken yere oturup ellerimi diz kapaklarına koydum. İrkilerek yapma dedi, yapıcam dedikten sonra ise dizlerimin altı dedim ama diye hatırlattı… Bacaklarını hafif hareketlerle elimi hiç kaldırmadan okşamaya başlamıştım, bir yandan; diyordum… Küçük ayaklarını ellerime aldım, bağdaş kurmuş otururken ellerimdeki ayaklarını sikimin yakınına, sağına ve soluna koydum. Ellerimde okşamaya devam ederken ayaklarını hafif hafif oynattığını farkettim, pek gıdıklanır gibi hali olmadığını gördüğümden zevk aldığını, hoşuna gittiğini düşünüyordum. Bir yandan okşarken arada ellerimle tutup ayırmaya çalışıyordum bacaklarını, ayırabilsem muhteşem bir manzara seyredecektim oturduğum yerden. Karşı koyuyor, ama sesi kısık bir şekilde diyordu. Ses tonunun değişmesi de güzel bir şeydi, işler yolunda gidiyor demekti 😀 Durmadan diz kapağına kadar çıkıp tekrar ayaklarına dönüyor, yavaş yavaş okşuyor, arada avucumun içinde sıkıp bırakıyordum bacaklarını. Yine bir ayaklarına indiğimde ayak bileklerinden tutup iki ayağını da sikime doğru yaklaştırdım. Hafif hafif okşama hareketlerini bırakmadan çaktırmadan sikime değdirmeye başlamıştım ayaklarını. Yine bir kez dizine kadar çıkıp ayaklarına döndüğümde bu sefer iki ayağının arasına sıkıştırdım sikimi, baştan ilk saniye anlamadı. Sonra fark edince ayaklarını çekmeye çalıştı, bileklerini bırakmadım, kurtulmak için ayaklarını oynatırken ise sikime öyle bir masaj yapmıştı ki, şu birkaç saniyelik masaj beni iyice zıvanadan çıkarttı. Sikim o harika parlak çoraplı incecik ayakların arasındayken ayak bileğinden ileri geri yukarı aşağı oynattığı ayaklarının arasında inanılmaz bir mutluluk yaşadım birkaç saniye. Ayağa kalktı kurtulup, tuvalete gidicem dedi ve hızlıca tuvalete girdi. Bu sırada içimdeki boxer dan ön düğmesini açıp sikimi çıkartmıştım, bir tek eşofmanım kalmıştı. Ama artık çok belli oluyordu. Koltuğa oturdum, ayakta duramazdım bu kadar belli olurken. Tuvaletten çıkıp odaya geldi ve karşı koltuğa oturdu. dedim gülerek, oda gülerek inanamıyorum ya diyerek gelip yanıma oturdu. Beline sarılıp başımı göğsünün biraz üzerine koyup iyi ki geldiğini ve çok mutlu olduğumu söyledim 🙂 Bir elimi karnına koymuş okşuyordum. Bir süre sonra konuşmamaya başladık, öyle göğsünde yatarken koltuğun önündeki sehpaya uzattığı harika bacakları seyrediyor, hala olanlara inanamıyor, karnını okşamaya devam ediyordum… Elimi yavaşça karnından eteğine doğru indiriyor tekrar yukarı çıkıyordum. Ses çıkarmadığını görünce daha da fazla indiriyorken en sonunda eteğin bittiği yere kadar gelmiştim. Devam edip bacağına dokununca başımı kaldırdım, dönüp Ayça’ya baktım, yarı kapalı gözlerle bana bakıyordu. Yaklaşıp boynuna yöneldim, öpmeye başladım. Ayçe ile bir çok ortam, muhabbet, dostluğa rağmen ilk kez böyle baş başa kalmış ve böyle bir şey yaşar olmuştuk, ilkti. Bir erkek arkadaşı vardı, bu akşam kavgalıydı ama uzun soluklu bir ilişkiydi, sonunda evlendilerde zaten yani aslen her şey yolundaydı ve biz gerçekten samimi iki arkadaştık. Kız olduğunu biliyorum ve nereye kadar gidebileceğimi düşünüyordum bir yandan. Amacım harika siyah çoraplı bacaklarıyla ve bu mükemmel vücutla geçirebildiğim kadar iyi vakit geçirmekti, ama birlikte olamayacağımızı biliyordum. Bacağını okşarken elimi eteğinin içine sokuyor, kalçasına doğru götürüyor, kalçasını avuçluyordum, ama ön kısma doğru gelmiyordum bu yüzden. bir ara göğsüne doğru gittim, tepki vermedi, sütyenin ve vücuduna yapışık tişörtünün üstünden de olsa göğüslerini okşatmıştı. Bir hamle ile ben oturur vaziyete geldim ve bunu kucağıma aldım bana doğru dönük koltukta. Hafif kaydırdım kendimi aşağıya doğru, amacım sikimin üzerine oturtmak O’nu tabiki. Harika bacaklarını ve kalçalarını çorabının üzerinden okşarken dudak dudağa öpüşmeye başlamıştık. Bir elini boynuma dolamış, diğer elini onu okşayan ellerimden birine yakın tutuyor, yanlış bişi yaparsam tutup müdahale edeceğini düşünüyordu. Ben o elime yakın duran elini tutup üzerine oturmasına az bir mesafe kalmış sikime götürdüm. Baştan çekti, istemedi, hatta bir şey demek için başını çekmeye çalıştı ama öpmeyi bırakmadım, eline almasında da ısrarlı davrandım. Neyse ki ısrarından vazgeçip avucunun içine alıp hafif hafif sıkıp bırakmaya başladı. İnanılmaz zevk alıyor, bu an hiç bitmesin istiyordum. Mükemmel bir vücut sikime birkaç parmak mesafede kucağımda oturuyor, eline almış sikimle oynuyor, bende iki elimle bacaklarını ve kalçalarını okşuyorum… Bir süre sonra elini çekip diğer eliyle birlikte boynuma sarıldı ve kendini hafif kaldırıp sikimin üzerine oturdu. Kulağıma dedi, dedim. Sikimin üzerinde ileri geri yapıyor hafiften inliyordu. Bir anda tişörtünü çıkardı, ardından sütyenini. O konuşma O’nu rahatlatmış olmalıydı, şimdi bu mükemmel manzaraya limoni göğüsleri eklenmişti. Küçüktü ama diriydi, uçları dimdik olmuştu. Emmeye başladım, yalıyordum. Bir süre sonra ayağa kalktı, incecik siyah parlak bir çorap ve çok kısa minicik kırmızı eteğiyle karşımda dururken dizlerinin üzerine çöktü, dedim… Gözümün içine azgın bir fahişe edasıyla bakıp sikimin başını ağzına aldı. Hiç ileri git gel yapmıyordu ama dilinin inanılmaz hareketlerini sikimin kafasında hissetmeye başlamıştım. Zevkten çıldırmak üzereydim, inanılmaz tahrik olmuştum, diliyle harikalar yaratıyordu ve sadece kafası ağzındaydı. Sonra ağzından çıkarıp eliyle okşamaya, ardından da ağzına alıp ileri geri gitmeye başlamıştı. Boşalacağımı söyledim yarı yatar vaziyetten dik oturarak, bir ağzına alıp git gel yapıyor sonra çıkarıp eliyle sıvazlıyordu. Eliyle ileri geri yapa yapa diğer avucunun içine boşalttı beni. En vurucusu tamamen boşalınca ve boşalmam bitince sikimin ucunda kalan spermleri sikimi ağzına alıp diliyle ucunu temizlemesi oldu. Ayağa kalkıp avucundaki spermlerimle tuvalete giderken resmen hareketsiz kalmış, ne yapacağımı bilemez olmuştum.

Tuvaletten döndüğünce birer sigara içtik, o hala mini etekli ve altında çoraplıydı. Benim altımda hiçbir şey yok ama üzerimde eşofmanımın üstü vardı. Onuda çıkardım ve yanına oturup eline verdim sikimi bacaklarından okşamaya başlayıp dudaklarından öperken. Sonra yatırdım bunu salonda benim yatağıma, ben salonda açılan bir çekyatta yatıyordum evde. eteğinin yandan düğmesini çözdüm, fermuarını indirip çıkardım. Çorabının içinde incecik bir tangası vardı. Üzerine uzandım, başım göğüs hizasındaydı, göğüslerini yalıyor ve uçlarını emiyordum, sikim ise baldırlarının hizasında, çoraplı muhteşem bacaklarına sürtünüyordu. Yukarı doğru çıkarken yine kulağıma ” diye fısıldadı. ” dedim. Bundan daha fazlası olmayacak mesajını da almıştım artık, bol bol sevişecektik 🙂

Üzerinde bacaklarına sürtünürken, dudaklarına yapışmış öpüşürken çorabının ağ kısmına bastırırken bir posta daha boşaldım. Boşalmadan önce üzerine boşalabilir miyim diye sorduğumda kafasını sallayarak onay vermişti. İkinci postam spermlerimi göğüslerinin altından başlayıp beline kadar olan kısma boşalttım, çorabına da geldi.

Biraz bira içip hiçbir şey olmamış gibi davranırken hala çıplak aynı vaziyette oturduğu koltuğun önünde yere uzanıp ayaklarının arasına verdim sikimi. Footjob hiç yapmamıştı hiç, bilmediği besbelliydi. Ellerimle yönlendirerek biraz öğrettim ve sikimi kaldırttım tekrar. Kucağıma oturttum, bacaklarının arasına sıkıştırdım, tekrar tekrar değişik pozisyonlarda footjob yaptırdım, en son yüz üstü yatağımda yatarken kalçalarına sürtünürken üçüncü posta spermlerin yola çıktığını hissettim. Öyle uzanırken önümde ve sikim kalça hizasındayken hafif oturur vaziyete geçip sikimi sıvazlayarak üçüncü postayı sırtına ve kalçalarına bıraktım…

Sonunda çorabını yıkadık, kalorifer peteğinin üzerine koyduk kurusun diye, her ikimiz de duş aldık, yatağımda çırılçıplak sarılıp uyuduk. Sabah olunca kalkıp giyinip çıktı, kahvaltıya bile kalmadı. Bende muhteşem bir gece geçirdiğimle inanılmaz mutlu uyandım ve harika bir gün geçirdim 😀

Senem ve ardından Ayça ile yaşadıklarım inanılmaz haz vermişti bana. Ara sıra buna benzer şeyler yaşamaya devam ettik. Ama önceki yazımda da bahsettiğim, hiç fren olmayan asıl Buse ile yaşayacaklarım bekliyormuş beni daha o günlerde 🙂 Bu üç kankam beni her konuda çok mutlu etmiştir 🙂

Bir sonraki yazıda Buse’yle yaşadıklarımı anlatacağım, oda çok bomba, hala hatırladıkça çok tahrik oluyorum…

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Ben Özer. Evliyim ve karımla çok mutluyum. Benim asıl mesleğim boyacılık değil, ama elimden her iş gelir. Bundan 2 ay önceydi, ben kendi evimi boya yaparken baldızım da bize yardım için geldi. Boya yaparken, “Enişte benim de ev çok kirlendi, benim de evi müsait bir zamanın olunca boyayalım mı?” diye sordu, ben de olur dedim. Baldızımın 2 çocuğu var, ilkokula gidiyorlar. “Çocuklar olmadığı bir güne ayarlayalım, çocuklar olunca iş yapamıyoruz!” dedi, olur dedim.

Aradan 1,5 ay falan geçmişti, baldız telefon etti, karımla konuşuyorlardı. Karım bana bakarak, “Özer bak baldızın, ‘Eniştem benim evi boyayacaktı, unuttu mu?’ diye soruyor!” dedi. Ben de, “Yok unutmadım, onlardan haber bekliyorum!” dedim. Karım da telefonu bana verdi, “Al kendin konuş!” dedi. Aldım, hal hatırdan sonra baldızım, “Enişte nezaman müsaitsin?” dedi. Ben de, “Siz nezaman müsait olursanız ben de ozaman olurum!” dedim. “Pazartesi uygun mu?” dedi. “Uygun!” dedim, Pazartesiye anlaştık ve telefonu kapattık. İş yerini arayarak 4 gün izin aldım. Karım aniden sinirlenerek, “Yaaa ben Pazartesi güne gidecem, ben gelemem!” dedi. “Ara bacını söyle ozaman!” dedim. Karım da, “Yarın sabah ararım!” dedi. Ertesi gün sabahtan karım aradığında da, baldız, “Kocam Pazartesi günü işi gereği şehir dışına gidecekmiş, çocukları da babaanneleri alacak, herşeyi hazırladım, boyaları falan da aldım, abla sen o gün gelmesen de olur, zaten senin boya yaparken işin olmaz!” dedi ve ablasıyla anlaştılar.

Ben Pazartesi günü sabah erkenden baldızın evine gittim. Kapıyı baldız açtı. Baldızın üzerine askılı penye, altına da dar eşofman giyinmişti ve evde baldızdan başka da kimse yoktu. Hoş beşten sonra, önce oturup çay içtik. Bana da eski bir eşofman vermesini söyledim. “Tamam!” deyip eşofman altı, üzerime de tişört getirdi. Eşofman biraz dardı, ama idare edecektim. Çayımız bittikten sonra, “Hadi baldız, işimize bakalım!” dedim. Baldızın evi 3+1 idi, oturma odasını toplamamış, orada yatacaklarını söyledi. Ben koridordan boya yapmaya başladım, ihtiyacım oldukça baldızdan birşeyler istiyordum, baldız da getiriyor, yerlere boya dökülünce elindeki bezle siliyordu. Yapacak işi olmadığı zaman da sigara içiyordu. Bu arada da gelmişten geçmişten sohbet ediyorduk. Keyifli bir çalışma yapıyordum…

Bir ara ben merdivendeyken aşağı baktım, baldız yere diz çökmüş yerleri siliyordu. Askılı penyesinden memeleri taşmış, yarıya kadar görünüyor, beli sırtına kadar açılmış, külotunun lastiği aşağı sıyrılmış, götünün ayrımı görünüyordu. Fark ettirmeden bir müddet seyrettim, içim bir hoş oldu. Benim yarak hareketlenmeye başlamıştı, eşofman da dar olduğu için oldukçada belli oluyordu! Merdivenden inerek WC’ye gittim, işeyip belki etkisi olur da yarağım iner düşüncesindeydim. Ama fazla da etkisi olmadı, çünkü baldızım yaptığ iş gereği habire frikik veriyordu. Ben de fırsat bu fırsat deyip, bundan faydalanıp göz banyosu yapıyordum.

Ben merdivende çalışırken baldız sigara yakıp verdi. Sigarayı uzatırken koltuk altını gördüm sikimkıpırdamaya başladı. Zannedersem koltuk altlarını yeni traş etmişti, tertemizdi. Acaba amı da öyle mi diye aklımdan geçirdim. Sigarayı verdikden sonra kolunu indirince, koltuk altı am gibi duruyordu. Baktıkça tahrik oluyordum ve benimki kalktıkça kalkıyordu. Ne yapacağımı bilemez olmuştum, beni ter basmıştı. Baldız, “Enişte yoruldun, in de dinlen biraz!” dedi. Aşağı inip oturdum. Fakat baldız karşımda tüm seksiliğiyle duruyordu. Banyoya gidip elimi yüzümü iyice yıkayıp, biraz rahatlamıştım. Banyoda 31 çekmek de aklıma gelmedi değil hani, ama bu halim benim de hoşuma gidiyordu, onun için 31 çekmedim.

Koridorun ve mutfağın boyasını bitirdiğimde akşam olmuştu ve ben de yorulmuştum. Karım aradı, “Ne yaptınız? Nasıl gidiyor? Bitti mi?” diye sordu. “Evin bir kısmı bitti!” dedim. “Nezaman gelirsin, yemeği ona göre ayarlayım?” dedi. “Bir iki saate gelirim herhalde.” dedim. (2 dolmuş değiştirmem gerekiyordu eve gitmek için). Baldızım lafa girerek, “Abla yaa, eniştem bu yorgunlukla nasıl gelsin? Bu gece burada kalsın, yabancı mı da?” dedi. Karım de onaylamıştı. Baldızım yemek hazırlamaya başladı. O hazırlarkan ben de soğuk suyla duş aldım, kendime gelmiştim. Baldız temiz eşofman verdi, giyindim. Yemek pişerken, “Enişte sen yemeğe bakar ol da, yanmasın, ben de duş alayım!” diyerek duşa girdi. Kısa zamanda çıktı, beyaz askılı tişört ve yine dar penye eşofman giyinmişti. Sofrayı beraber hazırlamaya başladık. “Enişte sen yoruldun, otur!” dedi. Ben de, “Yok sen de yoruldun, beraber hazırlayalım!” dedim. Baldıza yardım ediyordum. Bazen ufak tefek sürtünmeler oluyordu, ama dikkat çekmiyordu. Yemeğimizi salonda oturup yedik. Üstüne çay getirip içtik, ikimiz de karşlıklı çekyatlara uzandık, sigara içip, sohbet ediyorduk…

Ama benim aklımdan baldızın memeleri ve koltuk altı çıkmıyor, yine tahrik oluyordum. Benim yarak ta kalkmaya başlamıştı. Sigaralarımız bitince, baldız, “Yatakları açayım mı enişte?” dedi. Ben de, “Erken değil mi?” dedim. “Sen nasıl istersen! Ozaman biraz kuruyemiş getireyim!” dedi, ayağa kalkıp, gerneşerek kuruyemiş getirmeye gitti. Giderken götüne baktım, harikaydı, yuvarlak ve dikti. Daha önceleri de götü dikkatimi çekmişti. Baldız gelene kadar biraz yarağımla oynayıp, karnıma taraf yatırdım. Bu durumum çok hoşuma gidiyordu, ama biryandan da baldızımı nasıl sikebilirim diye de düşünüyordum. Baldız kuruyemişi getirirken yanında da iki bardak bira getirmişti (Daha önceleri ailece içmiştik). Birayı görünce, “İşte bu iyi oldu!” dedim. Baldız da, “Enişteciğim sana bakmam lazım!” deyince, teşekkür ettim. Karşılıklı oturup 3’er büyük bardak bira içtik. Tekrar doldurmaya kalkınca sendeledi. “Ne oldu baldız, sarhoş mu oldun?” dedim. “Yok!” dedi.

Tazelediği biraları da içince benim işemem gerekti. Tuvalet oturduğumuz salonun karşısındaydı, ben gittim işedim geldim. Sonra da baldız gitti işemeye, ama giderken yalpalıyordu. Baldız tuvalette işerken işeme sesini duyuyordum ve nedense müthiş tahrik olmuştum. Baldız da işeyip geldi, ama önümden kendi çekyatına geçerken sendeleyip, istemeyerek yanıma bıraktı kendini. Ben de belinden tutup, gülerek, “Sen sarhoş oldun!” dedim. “Yok yaaa, sarhoş falan olmadım, yorgunluktan olsa gerek!” dedi. “Otur şöyle, dinlen!” deyip yanıma oturttum. Bir sigara yakıp ağzına verdim. Bir fırt çekip, “Teşekkürler! Ya enişte sen çok iyisin!” dedi. “Neden?” dedim. “Her işime koştuğun yetmiyormuş gibi, sigaramı bile yakıp ağzıma veriyorsun!” dedi. “Vazifemiz baldız, ne olacak ki!” dedim. O da, “Benim sümsük herif oturduğu yerden kalkamıyor, elinden bir iş gelmiyor! Üstelik odunun teki, nerdeee senin gibi incelik falan!” dedi. Ben de, “Ne olacak ki, ben yaparım!” dedim.

Yanyana oturuyorduk, bacaklarımız bitişikti. Benim yarak kalkmaya başlamıştı. Baldız konuşurken dudaklarına bakıyor, dudak hareketlerini izliyordum. Elimi omuzuna koydum, yavaş yavaş dahada yaklaşıp, vücut kokusunu içime çekiyordum. Vücut ısısı vücudumu dahada ateşlendiriyordu. Baldız sigarasını içerken elinden alıp bir fırt çekip verdim. Baldız da, “İstersen yenisini yak…” dedi. “Yok, içerisi fazla duman oldu!” dedim. “İyi o zaman birtane yakıp ikimiz içelim!” dedi ve güldü. “Neden güldün?” dedim. “Hiiiiiiç, öylesine!” dedi. Sigaradan tekrar çekip bana verdi, “Sıra sende!” dedi. Ben de alıp çektim, ikimiz de gülmeye başladık. Sigarayı verdim, bir fırt daha çekti, dumanını üfleyeceği zaman ağzımı ağzına yakınlaştırıp, “Üfle!” dedim, üfledi. Ben de dumanı içime çektim. Güldü, “Ya enişte çok ilginç bir adamsın!” dedi ve sigarayı bana verdi. Ben dumanı üfleyeceğim zaman dudağımı baldızın dudağına değecek kadar yaklaşıp üfledim. Bu defa o dumanı içine çekti. Sigarayı verdim, üfleyeceği zaman ağzımı ağzına kapattım, ama hemen geri çekildi, “Enişte ne yapıyoruz! Gören öpüşüyorlar der!” dedi…

Ben de, “Bizden başka kim var da görecek baldız?” dedim. “Ama enişte resmen öpüştük demin!” dedi.“Amaaan baldız, öpüşsek ne olacak sanki!” dedim. “Ama ablam…” dedi. “Ablan nereden bilecek sanki?” dedim. “Aman bu olanları kimse duymasın sakın!” dedi. “Ya ne oldu da, ne yaptık ki?” dedim. “Daha ne olacak, resmen öptün beni, bir sikmediğin kaldı!” deyip aklından geçeni ağzından kaçırmış oldu. Ben de, “İstersen o da olur!” dedim, sigaradan çekip, dudağımı dudağına götürdüm, ağzının içine dumanı üfledim, elimi de beline doladım yanımdan kalkamıyordu da. Alt dudağını emmeye başladım. Geri çekilmek istedi, bırakmadım. “Hhhhıııım hıııım!” diye birşeyler mırıldanıyordu, dudağımı ısırınca bıraktım. Derin bir nefes alıp, “Yaa olmaz enişte, ayıp ya!” dedi. “Neden ayıp olsun ki?” dedim. “Olmaz işte!” dedi. Elimi arkadan boynuna sarıp kendime çektim, dudaklarına tekrar yumuldum, öpmeye devam ettim. Eşofmanının içine de elimi soktum, külotunun kenarından amını okşamaya başladım…

Baldız direniyordu. Parmağımı külodunun içine sokup bızırığını okşayınca, yavaş yavaş kendini bırakmaya başladı. Artık direnmiyor, ama karşılıkta vermiyordu. Parmağımı amına iyice soktum, biraz oynatınca amı ıslanmaya başladı. Dudaklarını bırakınca, “Enişte bir dakika konuşalım!” dedi. “Söyle aşkım!” dedim. “Bak bu yaptığımız çok yanlış, ama iş çığırından çıktı, anlaşılan senin elinden kurtulamayacağım, yalnız bu yaptığımız ölene kadar ikimizin arasında sır kalacak, tamam mı?” dedi. “Tamam, söz!” dedim ve dudaklarına tekrar yapıştım. Baldız bu defa direnmiyor, karşılık veriyordu. Benim de elim boş durmuyor, memelerini okşuyordum. “Enişte bir dakika dur!” deyip yanımdan kalktı, odanın ortasındaki sehpayı kaldırdı, boş bira bardaklarını alıp mutfağa götürdü, dış kapıyı kilitledi, elinde bataniye ve iki yastıkla geldi. Battaniyeyi halının üzerine özenle serdi, yastıkları koyup, mutfağa geri gitti…

Anlaşılan bana güzel am ziyafeti olacaktı. Elinde bira bardaklarını doldurmuş geldi. Gülümseyerek, “Albakalım!” dedi, yere battaniyenin üstüne oturdu. Ben de kanepeden kayıp, yanına oturdum. Bardakları tokuşturduk, birer yudum aldık, bardağı elinden alıp kenara koydum, gözlerinin içine bakarak dudaklarına öpücük kondurdum. Baldız da öpücüğüme aynı şekilde karşılık verdi. 2-3 defa aynı öpücüğü tekrarladık. Baldız elini boynuma sararak, kafamı kendisine çekip dudaklarıma yumuldu. Artık ok yaydan çıkmış, birbirimizi okşuyorduk. Ben baldızı soyarken, baldız da bana yardımcı oluyordu. Belden üstü çıplaktı şimdi. Memelerini ağzıma veriyor, “Em!” diye mırıldanıyordu. Az sonra baldız da benim üst kısmımı soymuş, ikimizin belden yukarısı çıplak, oturduğumuz yerde birbirimize sarılmış, birbirimizi okşayıp, vücutlarımızı öpüp, koklaşıyorduk…

Ben uzanıp bira bardağımı aldım, bir yudum içtim, bardağı baldıza verdim. Baldız da bir yudum aldı, yutmadan ağzını ağzıma getirip, ağzındaki biranın bir kısmını ağzıma verdi, yuttum. Dilini ağzıma verdi, dilini emiyordum. Dilini çekince ben dilimi onun ağzına veriyordum, o emiyordu. Bira bardağını elinden alıp kenara bıraktım, tekrar dudaklarımız birleşti. Baldız gözlerini kapatıp, saçlarımı okşuyor, sonra da parmaklarını sırtımda okşarcasına gezdiriyordu. Baldızı yavaşca sırtüstü yatırdım, üzerine uzanarak, dudaklarından opüp, çene altını yalayarak memelerine indim. Baldız gözleri kapalı, dudakları yarı açık, hafif hafif inliyor, kafamı, kulaklarımı okşuyor, kafamı sırayla bir memesinden öbür memesine götürüp emdiriyor, memesini dudaklarıma bastırıyordu…

Dil darbelerimle göbek çukuruna indim. Göbek çukurunu emiyor, dilimi göbeğinde gezdiriyordum. Elimi eşofmanının lastiğine götürdüm, eşofmanını külotuyla beraber çıkarıp kenara attım. Ayak parmaklarını tek tek yalayıp emiyordum. Baldız da, ‘Em!’ der gibi ayak parmaklarının tek tek ağzıma sokuyor, ben de iştahla emiyordum. Ayak bileklerini, diz kapağını yalıyordum. Diz kapağının arkasını yalarken, “Ohhh çok güzelll!” diyerek yan yattı. O sırada ben de külotumla beraber eşofmanımı çıkardım. Baldız elini uzatarak yarağımı tuttu, “Ooo, nekadar da büyük yarağın var enişte!” diye inledi. Ben de, “Bu yarağı bugünlük sana verdim!” dedim. “Ver canııııım, ben de bugünlük amımı sana verdim, istediğin kadar sik!” dedi. Yarağımı sıvazlıyor, ona 31 çekiyordu…

Baldızı sırtüstü yatırdım, amının etrafında dilimi gezdirmeye başladım. Baldız inliyor, “Ohhhh, ne kadar güzel canım enişteciğim, biraz daha aşağılara!” in diyordu. Bcaklarını ayırıp ağzımı amına kapattım. Amı vıcık vıcıktı. Am sularını yaladım yuttum. Amı tertemizdi, mis gibi kokuyordu. Dilimi amının derinliklerine sokabildiğimce sokuyordum, baldız da götünü yukarı kaldırıp, “Daha derinlere gir!” diye inliyordu. Sonra yarağımı iki ayağının arasına aldı, ayaklarıyla 31 çeker gibi, ayaklarını siktiriyor, “Hadi canım, yarağınıamımın içinde istiyorum!” diyordu. Ben acale etmiyor kudurttukça kudurtturuyordum, amını emiyor, ısırıyor, amının dilini emiyordum. Baldız sonunda kafamı amına bastırıp, götünü yukarı kaldırdı ve titreyerek boşalmaya başladı. Ben de ağzımı amına iyice bastırıp emiyordum. Sıvılarını emdim, “Ohhh!” diyerek kafamı bıraktı. Gevşemişti…

Ben götünü okşuyor, sıkıyordum. Elimi tutup memelerine götürdü, memelerini okşuyordum. Kafamı yukarı çekip memelerini ağzıma verdi. Memelerini emerken baldız tekrar hareketlenmeye başladı. Kollarını yukarı kaldırıp, koltuk altlarını tek tek emiyor, yalıyordum. Baldız da yarağımı eline aldı, yarağımın kafasını okşuyor, sıkıp bırakıp, 31 çeker gibi sıvazlıyordu. “Hadiiii sok yarağını amıma, tadı nasıl, tatdır yarağını bana, bugün senin karınım sik beni!” diyordu. Ben de dizlerimin üstüne doğruldum, yarağımı tuttum, baldız da bacaklarını açtı, amın ağzı kıp kırmızıydı. “Hadi sok ne olur!” diyordu. Yarağımın kafasını amının ağzına dayadım, kafasını amına sürttükçe, baldız götünü kaldırıyor, yarağımı amına sokmaya çalışıyordu. Kafasınıamına soktum, “Haaaadiii hepsini istiyorum, geçiiiir amıma!” deyince hepsini birden soktum. “Ohhh, bu ne kadar tatlıymış!” diye inledi…

Ben yavaş yavaş ileri geri yapıyor, yarıya kadar yavaş yavaş çıkarıp, aniden hızla hepsini sokuyordum. Baldız kafasını kaldırıp, mememi dişleyip, tekrar kafasını yastığa bırakıp, sağa sola çevirerek, “Hızlı hızlı sik canımmm, birtanemmm!” dedi. Ben hızlandım, öyle sert basıyordum ki, memeleri ağzına kadar dalgalanıyordu, ben de eğilip canını yakmayacak şekilde ısırıp emip, tekrar basmaya devam ediyordum. Üzerine yatıp kalçamı kıvırınca, “Ohhh canımmm, hadi sikkk, sokkk!” diye inleyince, baldızın boşalacağını anlamıştım. Ben de artık boşalacaktım, doğrulup hızlı hızlı sikmeye başladım. Baldız bacaklarını belime kenetlemiş, ben geri çekilince bacaklarıyla kendine çekip, götünü yukarı kaldırıp, amına girmemi sağlıyordu. Bu tempoyla birkaç sefer yaptık, “Hadi içime attır kocacığım, senin bu am, attır içime!” diye beni tahrik ediyordu. Ben de son hamleyle öyle kökledim ve boşalmaya başladım. Baldız da bana kenetlenip boşalıyordu. İkimizin de terden vücutlarımız yapışmıştı. Baldız altta, ben üstte öylece kalmış, soluk soluğaydık…

Yarağım küçülmeye başlamıştı, yan yattım. (Baldız ben tuvalete işemeye gittiğimde kağıt havlu getirmiş yastığın altına koymuş, demek ki hazırlıklıymış!) kağıt havluyu yastığın altından çıkarıp amına götürdü, ben de yarağımı çektim amından, yarağımı kağıt havluya sardı, ben de tuttum, sırtüstü uzandım. Baldız bir kağıt havlu daha alıp amına kapatıp tuvalete gitti. Amını yıkıyordu. Ben de kalkıp banyoya gittim yarağımı yıkayıp geldim. Baldız benden önce gelmiş, yere battaniyeye çıplak vaziyette uzanmış, sigara yakmış, birasını da almıştı. Ben de yanına gelip uzandım. Birasından bir yudum verdi, içtim, dudağından öptüm. Ben de bir sigara yakınca, “Hani bir sigarayı beraber içecektik?” dedi. Ben söndürecektim ki, “Neyse bu defalık böyle olsun!” dedi. Yastıkları üst üste koydum uzandım, baldız da göğsüme kafasını koydu uzandı. Doğrulup birasından içip, tekrar uzanıp konuşuyorduk. Baldıza, “Hoşuna gitti mi?” dedim. “Hemde çoook! Senin?” dedi. “Benim de!” dedim. “Artık yalnızken sana isminle hitap edeceğim enişte!” dedi. Ben de kabul ettim…

“Özer, sana birşey diyeyim mi?” dedi. “Dee!” dedim. “Benim amımı ilk sen yaladın, biliyormusun? Kocam hiç yalamamıştı!” dedi. “Peki sen onunkini yaladın mı?” dedim. “Ben de onunkini yalamadım! Kadın kadına oturduğumuz zaman anlatırlar, (Kocam şöle yalıyor, böyle yalıyor, çok zevk alıyorum!) derlerdi. Ablama birdefa sordum, eniştem amını yalıyor mu diye, ablam da yalamadan sikişilir mi, bana daha yarağını sokmadan yalayarak boşaltır beni, sonrada yarağını sokup siker, birdaha boşaltıp pestilimi çıkarır! diye anlatmıştı. Ben de içten içten kıskanmıştım. Demek ki doğruymuş! Yaaa enişte sen neymişsin, o zevki bana da tattırdığın için sana teşekkür ederim!” deyip doğrulup dudaklarımdan öptü. Ben de gülümseyerek, “Bak birde vermiyordun, bu zevkten mahrum kalacaktın!” dedim. Baldız, “Verdim ama!” dedi. Ben de, “Sen verdiysen bende aldım baldız!” deyip, gülüştük. Hemen ekledim, “Daha sana ne zevkler tattıracağım sabaha kadar!” dedim. “Ooooo, neler tattıracaksın bakayım haaaa? Ama yarın boyayı bitirelim, karışmam sonra!” dedi.

“Merak etme bitiririm!” dedim. “Yarın ablam gelmeden bitir ama!” dedi. “Pekala bitirirsem ne vereceksin bana?” dedim. Baldız kafasını kaldırıp vücudunu benden ayırarak, amını işaret edip, “Bunu!” dedi. Ben de, “Yerim onu!” diyerek dudaklarına yumuldum, öpüşmeye başladık. Baldız da yarağımı eline alıp okşuyor seviyor, ben de memelerini okşuyor öpüyordum. Benim yarak ayaklanmaya başladı. Baldız gözümün içine bakarak, “Seninki uyanmaya başladı!” dedi. Ben de, “Niyeki acaba?” dedim. “Yine istiyor da ondan!” dedi. Ben de, “Ne istiyor?” dedim. Cilveli edayla, “Ne olacak, am istiyor yaramaz şey!” dedi. Ben de, “Seninki de yarak istemiyor mu?” dedim. “Seninki ister de bu istemez mi?” diyerek dudaklarıma yumuldu. Birbirimizin dudaklarını öpmeyip adeta yiyorduk, dillerimiz birbirine dolaşıp ağzımızın icinde sevişiyorlardı…

Ben sırtüstü uzandım, “Hadi bakalım karıcığım, şunu iyice uyandır!” dedim. Baldız da göğüslerimden yalayarak yarağıma kadar indi. Yarağımın kafasına dilini sürtüp öptü. Saçlarını yana atıp, “Yarağını dondurma yer gibi yiyeceğim, bunu çok istiyordum, ama pezevenk bacanağın benimkini yalasaydı ben de onunkini yalardım, ben de cesaret edip yalamadım, sonra nereden öğrendin diye soracaktı ve kötü olacaktık! Ama bundan sonra hep seninkini yalar emerim, değil mi enişteciğim?” dedi. “İstediğin an yalayabilirsin, herzaman hazırım!” dedim. Yarağımın kafasında dilini gezdirdi, iki elinin arasına alıp kafasını dışarıda kalacak şekilde tuttu, kertiğine kadar ağzına alıp öyle emiyordu ki, avurtları neredeyse birbirine değecek şekildeydi. Yarıya kadar ağzının içine alıp, nefeslenip, tekrar emiyor, hızlı hızlı aşağı yukarı yaparak ağzını siktiriyordu. Yarağım tam kıvamına gelmiş, baldızın ağzına sığmıyordu. Ben ayağa kalktım, baldız da dizlerinin üzerinde önümde durup, ben saçlarını elimle toplayıp ağzını ileri geri yaparak sikiyorum ağzını. Baldız da nefes almak için arada ağzını çekip, yarağıma tükürüp kayganlaştırıp 31 çekip, tekrar ağzına alıp ileri geri yapıyordu.

Sonra baldızı yüz üstü uzattım, ben de üzerine uzandım, omuzlarını yalıyor emiyordum. Baldız da elini arkaya atarak, yarağımı götünün yanaklarının arasına yerleştirdi, götününün yanaklarını sıkıp bırakıyordu. Baldızın sırtını yalayarak bel çukuruna indim. Götünü okşuyor, parmağımı da göt deliğinin etrafında gezdiriyordum. Götüne indim, baldız da götünü bana sunarcasına, belini çukurlaştırıp götünü yukarı kaldırıyordu. Göt deliğine dilimi değdirince, “Ohhh, orayı da emmm canım, bu gece bütün zevkleri tatmak istiyorum kocacığım!” diye inledi. Ben de götünü emiyor, ağzımı göt deliğine kapak yapıyordum. Baldız yan yattı, sırtı bana dönük, bacağının birini kanepeye koydu, amı götü meydana çıktı. Ben de yanına uzandım, göt deliğini yalıyor, dilimi götüne sokmaya çalışıyordum…

Sonra baldız dönüp 69 olduk. Yarağımı ağzına alıp emiyor, yarağımı bırakıp taşaklarımı ağzına alıp emiyordu. Ben de dilimi göt deliğinden ayırıp amına sokup emiyor yalıyor, tekrar götüne gelip yalıyordum. Götüne parmağımı sokunca, “Canımmm, ohhh, yala canım, amıma götüme dilini sok, sikicim benim!” diyor, amından sular akıyordu. Ben de, “Amına götüne dilimi de, yarağımı da sokacağım karıcığım!” dedim. “Sok canım, ne istersen sok, amımı götümü bu gece yarağa doyur, bıktır beni yaraktan!” dedi. “Bıkarmısın kız orospu?” dedim. O da, “Delimisin enişte, bu yaraktan bıkılır mı hiç, bunun hastası oldum bile, yemeden duramam artık! Hadi sik aşkım, tüm deliklerim senindir!” dedi. “Domal ozaman orospu!” dedim…

Baldız ikiletmeden domaldı hemen. Arkasında diz çöktüm, tekrar götünü yaladım. Götünün deliği öyle yumuşadı ki, iki parmağımı da sokunca girdi. Yarağımı da amına köküne kadar soktum. Götünde parmaklarım, amında da yarağım, öyle bir müddet siktim Orgazm ettim baldızı. Baldız elini arkaya atıp, yarağımı amından çıkarıp doğruldu ve “Yat bakayım altıma enişte, ben de seni boşaltacam!” dedi. Ben sırtüstü uzandım, baldız da üzerime ters uzandı, tekrar 69 olduk. Baldız o vaziyette birkez daha Orgazm oldu, ama üzerimden kalkmadı, yarağımı emiyor yalıyor, beni boşaltmaya çalışıyor, “Ağzıma boşal hadi enişte!” diye inliyordu. “Dur orospu boşaltma beni, daha götten vermeyecekmisin?” dedim. Ses çıkarmadı, doğrulup ters döndü, üzerime uzandı, yarağımı tutup amına yerleştirdi, üzerimde yavaş yavaş ileri geri yapıyor, sanki o beni sikiyordu. Sonra yarağımı amından çıkarmadan doğrulup, ata biner gibi oturup kalkmaya başladı. “Ohhh kocacığım, çok güzel!” diye inliyordu…

Sonra kafamı kaldırdı, beni oturur vaziyete getirdi, memelerini ağzıma verdi, zıplamaya devam etti. Ben de götünü parmaklıyor, 3 parmağımı sokmaya çalışıyordum. Baldız da kulak mememi emerken, kulağıma fısıldayarak, “Hadi söyle, göt deliğimi sikmek istiyormusun enişte? Oradan gerdeğe girelim mi?” dedi. “Hemde çok istiyorum karıcığım, birtanem, orospum!” dedim. Baldız beni yere yatırdı, yarağımdan çıkarak ters dönüp göt deliği ağzıma gelecek şekilde, sanki ağzıma çişini yapacakmış gib çömeldi, ellerini göğsüme koydu ve “Götümü biraz daha yala enişte!” diye inledi. Ben de dilimi götüne değdirdikçe, “Ohhh enişteee, bu gece bitmesin, uçur beni ne olur!” diye inleyip, eğilip yarağımı ağzına alıp emiyor, sonra kalkıp tekrar götünü ağzıma getiriyordu…

Kafamın üstünde doğruldu, tekrar döndü, gelip beni bacaklarının arasına aldı, yarağımın hizasında durup, bacaklarını ayırıp çömeldi, yarağımı eline aldı, amına sürttü, amıyla üzerine oturup, birkaç defa ileri geri yapıp çıkardı. Yarağım amdan çıkınca lop diye göbeğime vurdu. Baldız da yarağımı tekrar tutup, “Dur yaramaz, asıl şimdiki vazifeni yapmadan nere kaçıyorsun?” dedi ve göt deliğinin hizasına getirdi, elini tükürükle doldurup, biraz yarağıma, biraz da göt deliğine sürdü ve göt deliğine parmağını sokarak ovuşturdu. Yarağımı göt deliğinin hizasına getirip, üzerine yavaş yavaş oturmaya çalışıyordu. “Çok acıyor enişte, ağzımı siksen olmaz mı, ağzıma boşal yutayım!” dedi. Ben de baldızı cesaretlendirmek için, “Hani götünden gerdeğe girecektik baldız?” dedim. Ben öyle deyince, yarağımı kafasına kadar götünün içine aldı, ama suratı acıyla buruştu, “Çok acıyor yaa!” dedi. “Hadi sevgilim, hadi orospum, başı girdi bak, az kaldı, dayan!” dedim. Ama baldız öylece duruyor, “Bu kadarı girmişken götümü böyle siksen olmaz mı enişte?” dedi…

“Olur!” deyip, baldızı dizlerinden kendime doğru çekip, alttan da yukarı doğru kendimi kaldırınca, hepsi aniden götüne girdi. Baldız, “Aaayyy yandım, yırtıldı götüm!” deyip tırnaklarını göğsüme batırdı. Benim de canım yanmıştı, “Amını götünü siktiğimin orospusu!” diye küfürü bastım. Baldız acıyla kafasını göğsüme bastırıyordu, kafasını kaldırdığında gözlerinden yaş akıyordu. “Enişte dur ne olursun kımıldama, canım cok yanıyor! Tenha yerde olsaydık avazım çıktığı kadar bağırırdım, ama komşular duyar diye korkuyorum!” dedi. Ben alttan yavaş yavaş kımıldamaya başladım, “Enişte durrr, çok acıyor!” diye yalvarıyordu. “Merak etme alışırsın birazdan!” dedim. “Ağzına sıçayım bunun, yırttı götümü, alışması mı kaldı!” dedi. Ben yine kımıldayınca, “Enişte sen dur, ben yavaş yavaş yapayım!” dedi ve kalçasını oynatmaya başladı. İleri geri, sağa sola yavaş yavaş oynatıyordu. Biraz alışmış, zevk almaya başlamıştı. Ben de yardımcı olup, kalçalarından tutup, sağa sola oynatıyordum…

Baldız iyice zevke gelmişti. “Domal da öyle sikeyim aşkım!” dedim. O da, “Tamam!” deyip, yarağımı götünden çıkarmadan ters döndük. Önümde kafasını yastığa gömdü, belini çukurlaştırıp, götünü alabidiğince yukarı verip, elleriyle göt yanaklarından tutup ayırdı, “Hadi aşkım sik, göt deliğimi yırttın zaten, sik iyice alıştır yarağına!” diye inliyordu. Ben de götten sikmenin keyfiyle, yavaş yavaş sikerek zevkimi çıkarıyordum. Az sonra baldız, “Parmaklarını amıma sok hadi canım!” diye inliyordu. 4 parmağımı amına soktum, götüne yarağımı sokup çıkarıp, tekrar sokuyordum. “Hadi hızlı sik, götüme attır döllerini!” diye inliyordu. Ben de hızlandım. Göt deliği yarağımı öyle sıkıyordu ki, mengene gibiydi. Ben amını da hızlı hızlı ovmaya başladım. Baldız, “Enişte ben bitiyorummm!” diye inleyince, ben de baldızın götüne boşalmaya başladım. İkimiz de aynı anda boşalmıştık. Baldız öylece yığıldı kaldı, ben de üzerine yığıldım…

Öylece biraz dinlendikten sonra, kalkıp birlikte banyoya girdik. Ilık suyla birbirimizi yıkadık. Yıkanırken, baldız, “Götten vermek nekadar zormuş, mahfoldu götüm valla!” dedi. Ben de, “Arkadaşlarından hiç duymadın mı? Götten veren yokmuymuş hiç?” dedim. Baldız da, “Var, çok anlatıyorlardı, ilk defada acır diyorlardı, ama bu kadar olacağını zannetmiyordum, beni mahfettin enişte!” dedi. Baldızı öpüp, “Pişmanmısın kız?” dedim. “Yok da, canım çok yandı!” dedi. “Ozaman canın yanmadan birkere de burada sikeyim seni!” dedim. “Ya sende hayvan gücü mü var, ben bittim, artık halim kalmadı!” dedi. “Ozaman ağzından sikeyim!” dedim. Baldız da, “Yapma enişte ne olur, sonra sik, inan halim kalmadı!” diye yalvarınca, yıkanıp, kurulanıp çıktık. Salonda üzerimize çarşaf alıp, yere uzandık. Birbirimize sarılıp yatarken, ikimiz de uykuya dalmışız…

İçtiğimiz biralardan dolayı gece sidiğim geldi, kalkıp tuvalete gittim. Ben işeyip gelince de, baldız gidip işeyip geldi. Ama ikimizin de uykusu kaçmıştı. Biraz konuştuk. Baldız, “Enişte yarın boyayı bitirebilecekmiyiz?” dedi. “Tabii ki!” dedim. Baldız da, “Bu yorgunlukla biraz zor ama!” dedi. Ben de, “Boyayı bitirip, üstüne de amını götünü sikeceğim!” dedim. Baldız gülerek, “Göreceğiz!” dedi. Ben elimi çarşafın altından amına götürüp okşamaya başlayınca, “Enişte dur da uyuyalım, yarın yaparsın!” dedi. Ben de, “Amın öyle demiyor ama!” dedim. “Ne diyor pekala?” dedi. “Ye beni diyor!” dedim. “Ozaman sen de ye, ne yapayım!” dedi. Baldız öyle deyince çarşafı üzerimizden atıp, amına yumuldum. Az sonra da 69 olduk. Amı sulanmıştı. Parmaklarımı sokup çıkarıp, amını yalıyordum. Baldız da benim yarağımı ağzına almış, yalıyor, emiyordu…

Baldız, “Özer aşkım, kocacığım, sikicim, yarağını yerim senin! Özer…” dedi. “Efendim karıcığım, aşkım, orospum?” dedim. “Aşkım sen benim ağzıma boşal, ben de senin ağzına boşalayım, döllerini yutmak istiyorum! Böyle boşalalım, amıma götüme sokmadan, olur mu canım?” dedi. “Olur!” dedim, benim de amacım buydu zaten. “Enişte, baldızın sana kurban olsun, erkek dediğin böyle olacak işte!” deyip yarağıma yumuldu. Ben de amına yumuldum. Birbirimizi emiyor yalıyorduk. Bu sefer oldukça uzun sürmüştü. Baldız boşaldı, ama benimki biraz zordu. Baldızı doğrultup, ben de önünde ayağa kalktım, baldız yarağımı sıvazladı 31 çekti, “Hadi kocacığım, sik ağzımı, ağzıma boşal da yutayım!” diye beni tarik ediyordu…

Ben boşalamayınca, “Canım boşalmana faydası olacaksa istersen götüme sok!” dedi. “İyi olur, geleceğim zaman da ağzına boşalırım, yutarsın!” dedim. Baldız domaldı, yarağım götüne şimdi biraz daha rahat girmişti. Ama yine de canı yandı, “Ağzına sıçayım senin, yine yaktın canımı!” diye küfür etti. Ben de gülerek, “Sıçtığın yeri sikiyorum zaten!” dedim. Baldız acı bir gülüşle, “Sik canım, sok köküne kadar, yerim yarağını!” diyordu. Baldızın götüne biraz pompaladıktan sonra geleceğimi anlamıştım, “Geliyorum, ağzını aç!” diyerek götünden çıktım. Baldız da dönüp yine önümde diz çöktü, yarağımı ağzına aldı ve emmeye başladı. Ben de saçlarından tutup ağzını sikiyordum. Birkaç saniye sonra ağzına fışkırtmaya başladım. Yarağımı ağzından çıkarmadan baldız bütün döllerimi yuttu, yarağımı diliyle temizledi. Gidip tekrar banyo yaptık geldik ve halsiz bir halde birbirimize sarılıp uyuduk.

Sabah saat 10:00’da zor kalktık. Kendimize gelmek için soğuk suyla duş aldık. Hafif bir kahvaltıdan sonra boyaya devam ettim. Akşama doğru karım da geldi. Tabi ki o gün bitiremedim boyayı. Baldız da gülerek, “Enişte hakkını kaybettin!” dedi. Bunu karım duydu, “Ne hakkını kaybetti ki?” diye sordu. Baldız da, “Dün bitirseydi enişteme mangal yakacaktım!” dedi. Ben de baldıza göz kırparak, “Canın sağolsun baldız!” dedim. Baldız, “Şaka ya, kocam gelsin de yakalım!” dedi. Karımı markete göderdim, sigara aldırmak için. Market biraz uzaktı. Karım evden çıkınca hemen baldızın üzerine atladım. “Enişte ne yapıyorsun?” dedi. “Sus, hadi banyoya gel!” dedim, baldızı kolundan tutup banyoya götürdüm. Eşofmanını küloduyla birlikte dizlerine kadar indirdim, ellerini çamaşır makinasina tutundurarak domalttım. Yarağım hazırdı, hemen amına soktum. Biraz amdan sikip baldızı boşaltınca, amından çıkarıp götüne soktum, hızlı hızlı siktim ve götüne boşaldım. “Enişte yine de dediğini yapıp, amımı götümü siktin ya!” dedi. Baldız eşofmanını külodunu çekti. Baldızı öpüp, “Hadi sen mutfağa git, ablan gelir şimdi!” dedim. Ben duş almak için banyoda kaldım, baldız da mufakta bekledi…

Ben banyodan çıktığımda, karım marketten gelmişti. Sonra da baldız banyo yaptı. Akşam eve döneceğimizde, baldız, “Enişte herşey için çok teşekkür ederim!” dedi. Karım o sırada arkası dönük, ayakkabılarını giyiyordu. Baldız eliyle öpücük attı bana. Karım ayakkabısını giyip, bana, “Hadi canım, geç kalmayalım!” deyip kapıdan çıkınca, ben de çıkarken baldıza kısık sesle, “Amından öptüm aşkım!” dedim. Baldız da kulağıma eğilerek, “Ben de yarağını öptüm aşkım!” dedi.

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Mating Rituals Ch. 07

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Cherie and Al become engaged

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

3. This is the seventh chapter of the ‘Mating Rituals’ series – it is a standalone story but will make more sense if you read chapters 1 to 6 first (and why would you not want to do that?).

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Lance lay between his wife, Bel, and his daughter, Cherie as they cuddled together in bed. Lance felt quite drained, as he should after making love with both these beautiful women. He wondered idly how many men were this fortunate, then wondered how long he could maintain this pace of loving before he had to place the two sexiest women in the world on rations. He had missed Cherie in his bed while she was away at Karen’s wedding so tonight, after she’d arrived home, they’d had a reunion celebration together even before Cherie had the time to tell her latest and biggest piece of news.

“We had a coffee together then sat talking for at least another hour,” said Cherie, continuing her story of her first date with Al.

She had explained how he had texted her out of the blue at the very moment she was about to leave and return home. In that moment her life had changed. Instead of texting a reply, she had called him and they’d met later that afternoon. Cherie explained how her heart had leapt with joy when she received his text; she hadn’t really known why until she saw him again at the café and had felt the genuine love for him in her heart. After that, she knew she was his, if he wanted her.

“I invited him home for dinner that night but he explained that he really had just arrived and his mother was expecting him there for dinner. He then suggested he should take me home to meet his mother. Well, I guess that is something all guys do when they’re serious about a girl, but I didn’t know whether that was the reason or whether he was simply being polite, because that’s one thing he is, very polite and quite old fashioned. Not that there’s anything wrong with that; quite the contrary, it’s a real change to be taken out by a gentleman. He always opens and closes the car door for me.” She chuckled as she made this comment, remembering the first time he had done this and how she had nearly slammed the door on his hand as she closed it herself.

“So he took me to meet his mother, Maggie is her name, and she insisted we have afternoon tea, as she called it. We had tea, not coffee, and biscuits, not cookies. Maggie was born and raised in England and thinks some American customs quite basic, so has stuck to the English customs for the most part,” she explained. “After a while Al decided it was time to take me home to Frank and Karen’s place. I invited him to return after dinner with his mom and spend the night with me but he didn’t seem to think that was a good idea. ‘But I hardly know you,’ he’d exclaimed at the suggestion. I told him that spending a few nights together was an excellent way to remedy that, but to no avail. Damn the English style upbringing.”

“So what did you do?” asked Bel, intrigued that it was her daughter trying to entice a guy into bed rather than the other way round.

“Well, what could I do? I slept with Frank and Karen in their big bed and Frank was able to ease my sense of frustration with Al quite nicely. Our romance, if it could be called that, continued for the next two weeks. We met each day for coffee, spent a long time talking each day, went for walks alongside the river in beautiful romantic settings, we kissed and held each other close frequently. Usually I could feel his engorged cock pressing against my belly, but it was the several layers of clothing between that were the problem. We went swimming and I wore my briefest bikini to entice him, but to no avail. His hard cock was obvious but no matter how hard I tried he would never make any move to put it where I wanted it. He didn’t even feel my pussy or allow me to touch his cock. It was a very loving platonic relationship I guess, although that sounds like an oxymoron.”

“He must have been very frustrated,” said Lance, “I know I would have been.”

“I really don’t know. I tried discussing sex with him but always blushed, looked away and changed the subject. I was considering calling our meetings off and was about to tell him so last Sunday night when he dropped a bombshell. We were sitting on a park bench in a very romantic location after a wonderful dinner at a top restaurant. The view across the water was beautiful with the full moon glinting off the rippling wavelets. We had been talking about the future, wondering if we had one together. He was describing how great it would be to be married to illegal bahis me; I was saying the same to him while all the time wondering how I was going to tell him that I wanted to break the whole relationship off because I needed some physical loving instead of just talking about it.”

“I can imagine that would have been an interesting situation for you,” interjected Bel.

“Yes, it was, and frustrating. But it became even more interesting when he took his arm from around my shoulders, pulled a small box from his pocket, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. To say I was stunned would be to put it very mildly.”

Both Lance and Bel turned towards Cherie, propping themselves up in their elbows. At this stage Cherie had made no mention of being engaged.

“So you’re engaged?” asked Lance at the same time as Bel asked “So you refused him?”

Cherie laughed. “Guess,” she replied.

“Well, you’re not wearing a ring so I guess you refused him,” said Lance.

“It wouldn’t have been such a surprise for you if I had, would it?” countered Cherie.

“You must have turned him down, told him that you didn’t want to marry anyone who wouldn’t sleep with you, and walked away, didn’t you?” suggested Bel.

Cherie laughed. “Just because I fall in love with a guy with some integrity you seem to think he’s not worthy of your daughter,” expostulated Cherie. “No I didn’t tell him that. I loved him too much to hurt his feelings in that way. Even though he hadn’t bedded me, it didn’t mean I didn’t love him and I knew he loved me, otherwise he wouldn’t have proposed.”

“So what did you do?” asked Bel, becoming more curious and frustrated by not knowing.

“I made a short speech, telling him how much I loved him, how honored I was to have been asked to be his bride, I told him how much I enjoyed physical sex and how frustrated I had been by his failure to take me to bed and love me like a man is supposed to love a woman. I levelled with him and told him I slept each night with Frank and Karen in order to slake my thirst for sex and that if I was to accept his proposal it would only be on condition that he loved me like I knew he wanted to, starting from tonight.”

Cherie paused. “Well, what happened then?” asked an increasingly frustrated Bel.

Cherie smiled at her and Lance. “He accepted, and so did I.” She reached over to the side table and removed a small box from under a tissue, opened it and extracted the ring, which she slid on to her third finger of her left hand. “So I am now Al’s fiancée.”

Bel let out a squeal and reached over Lance to give her a cuddle and kiss.

“Congratulations,” she said.

Once she’d moved so Lance could move, he held her and kissed her also. “Congratulations from me too. When’s the big day?”

“We haven’t set a date yet. Do you want to hear rest of the story?”

They both nodded impatiently.

“That night he accepted my invitation to Frank and Karen’s house and we both spent the night in the spare bedroom that I’d been in to begin with. I told Frank and Karen I wouldn’t be sleeping with them that night and explained why, without reference to the ring. Then I went to bed with Al for the first time. What a wonderful night! To begin with we simply held each other and kissed. Then gradually he began undressing me. It was wonderful, feeling him remove my clothing and kiss and caress my sensitized skin. Finally I was naked before him and he stepped back and gazed at me in wonder it seemed, as though he’d never seen a naked woman before. Maybe he hadn’t. Then I stepped towards him and did for him what he’d done for me. Once he was naked we embraced again. I will always remember the feel of his skin against mine for the first time; I realized that the delay in consummation of our love had only served to heighten our senses and responses once it arrived.

“His cock seemed to be enormous and as we kissed I could feel it like a log between my upper thighs, pressing into my vulva. ‘You’re huge,’ I told him. I felt him start. He then tried to pull away, his head hanging down. ‘What’s wrong, sweetheart?’ I asked. He simply sat on the bed and I noticed his cock had almost completely deflated. I sat beside him and cuddled him. ‘What’s the problem?’ I asked.”

“I’ll bet some uncaring woman had made love with him and complained he was too big and had hurt her,” said Bel.

“Yes, that’s exactly right,” agreed Cherie. “So I told him that I loved him dearly and that his cock was wonderfully big and hard, just like it should be, just like I loved. At first he didn’t believe me. He told me that his large cock was the reason he hadn’t been to bed with me before. He felt he would be safer if I made some commitment to him, and him to me, before we saw each other naked because then it would be harder for me to just run away. I lay him on his back on the bed and began stroking his cock, which very quickly regained its former glory and was reaching towards the ceiling and pulsing gently. I cupped his balls while he cupped my pussy, feeling illegal bahis siteleri how wet I was and sliding a finger into my vagina. I kissed the head of his cock and opened my mouth wide to take it all in, slurping my tongue over the cap and causing him to groan his arousal. I took him from my mouth and jacked it a little, squeezing his precum out and rubbing it over the head.

“At this stage he asked was I safe and I assured him I was, then I lay on him and kissed him, swirling my tongue in his mouth as I knew he liked. He took my breasts in his hands and rolled my nipples, sending shooting pulses of sensation straight to my clit. I wanted him so much so I wriggled up a little until his cock was right below my entrance. ‘Be careful, darling, I don’t want to hurt or damage you,’ he said. I assured him that there was no way he would hurt or damage me and wriggled downwards, feeling his cock spread me wide then penetrate me wonderfully. Even before he was fully inside I felt full. He was in heaven, it seemed, eyes closed, groaning in ecstasy. I moved up a little, then down further, working it into me. It was certainly the biggest cock I’d ever had in me, but it was one I wanted in me for the rest of my life. It felt amazing. Eventually I had him all inside and felt my clit squeezing against his bone while the head of his cock pressed the end of my tunnel hard but very erotically.”

“If you keep this up you’ll have me cumming without even touching me,” said Lance.

Cherie reached down and held his hard cock in her hand. “So small; such a pity,” she said jokingly.

“It was enough for you tonight,” countered Lance.

“Yes Daddy darling, it was beautiful tonight. I love you so much and I’m so grateful to you for teaching me how to arouse a man. I’m sure Al is as well. Anyway, we made love together and I came three times before Al spurted his hot cum into me. He must have had gallons because a huge amount oozed out around his cock, even though it was a tight fit, and large globules came out after he withdrew. What a wonderful lover he is. Anyway, we made love twice more that first night then at least twice a night for the next week. We discussed what arrangements we should make and where we should live. As I’m studying here and his IT business can be run from anywhere there’s WiFi, we decided to move here and I suggested that he could live here with us. I hope that’s Ok.”

“Yes, darling, of course it is. I wonder if he’s into foursomes; from your description I’d love to have him inside me,” said Bel.

“Sounds like I’d be out of a job,” said Lance ruefully.

“Never, Daddy, I’ll still sleep with you if Al inveigles Mom to sleep with him,” assured Cherie, and even if they don’t sleep together, I’ll still visit you occasionally.”

They talked about Cherie’s changed situation for a while longer then drifted off to sleep.

Two weeks later Al’s car pulls up the drive, laden down with his belongings. He had been driving for several days and appeared to be very tired, as one would expect. Cherie bounded down the path to greet him and they held and embraced each other for a long time before Cherie led him by the hand into the house to meet Lance and Bel. After a coffee and some cookies, or biscuits as Al referred to them, Al was refreshed and the four of them began unpacking the car, taking Al’s personal stuff into the spare bedroom and storing his few pieces of furniture in the garage. It was then supper time and they ate heartily on the deck in the afterglow of the sun, then chatted amiably for a while, Al getting to know Bel and Lance and vice versa. Soon it was time for nightcaps, then bed. Cherie kissed her parents goodnight, closed the door on them and melted into Al’s arms. Al held her closely while kissing and caressing her. It was only then that she realized how much she loved him and how much she’d missed him during the past days apart while he returned home then drove the long distance to Cherie’s home.

They stripped each other, showered together then climbed into bed. Al’s enormous cock was standing to attention and Cherie quickly lay on her back, legs wide apart, and invited it inside. He spent a few minutes gently arousing her even more, spreading her juices and his precum, caressing her breasts, rolling her nipples and kissing her thoroughly all over. Then he knelt between her open thighs and he eased his cock into her, taking several strokes before she was fully impaled on his iron-hard rod. She lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around him, holding him inside and feeling him fill her to capacity. He flexed his hips, causing his pubic bone to squeeze and release her clit while she rolled her head on the pillow in ecstasy. He then began withdrawing almost all the way before pounding his cock back inside, a frenetic rhythm that pushed them both rapidly towards their orgasms.

As usual, Cherie came first, biting off her scream of joy then remembering she was home now and had no need to make love silently. Her second scream echoed around the bedroom as she held herself canlı bahis siteleri tightly against Al, preventing him from moving. Slowly she relaxed and Al resumed his rhythm, the pause having delayed his orgasm and enabled him to continue pounding his gorgeous fiancée. He had learned that she would have at least two and sometimes up to four orgasms before he came. Tonight it was two only as it was a while since his last release. As he pounded away into her slippery love tunnel she felt her second climax almost there, close, closer, then she was there, her vaginal muscles pulsing on Al’s huge cock, massaging it, sucking his cum from his balls. He thrust deeply and held himself still as he pulsed his hot cum into her welcoming vagina. The feeling of his hot discharge increased Cherie’s sensations and pleasure, causing her to emit another shrill scream and wrap her legs around him tighter as the lovers’ pleasure magnified.

After a few minutes they relaxed and turned on their sides, still joined by his half-hard cock deeply implanted inside her still pulsing vagina. They kissed and cuddled, then fell into a deep satisfied sleep.

Lance and Bel had heard the rhythmic sounds from their daughter’s bedroom and the thought of Al’s huge cock inside Cherie’s vagina turned them both on greatly. They lay together, Lance’s cock engulfed by Bel’s vagina, and moved gently together, arousing, stimulating, loving each other. They heard Cherie’s scream but were not yet ready to end their session. The rhythmic sounds began once again and culminated in another scream which served to push Bel over the edge. Her pulsing vagina sucked Lance’s juices from his cock as he came deep inside his wife’s love tunnel. They kissed and cuddled, then lay together catching their breaths after their exertion.

“I’m so pleased that Cherie’s at last found a guy she loves, who is single, loves her, seems to be good for her and hopefully will survive for a long time into the future,” said Bel. “She deserves this happiness after all she’s been through.”

“I totally agree, although I must say I do miss her in bed with us.”

“So do I. But give her time to talk Al around and I think she’ll be back.”

“Mmm, hope so.”

“So do I. I want his huge cock in me, not that I don’t like yours.”

They kissed again and drifted off to sleep.

During the next few weeks Cherie returned to her studies and Al set up his IT business from Lance and Bel’s home, now, it seemed, his home also. One Saturday morning Cherie mentioned the possibility of a foursome to him but he greeted the suggestion with horror.

“No way. That just isn’t going to happen. Sex is something that happens between lovers, not just something to do for recreation; it’s procreation, not recreation that sex was made for.”

“So how come a woman’s clit is the only organ in the body which is totally dedicated to pleasure when sex, as you say, is for procreation only?”

“I didn’t say it was only for procreation. But I believe it’s only for giving pleasure to a person of the opposite gender who is committed to the other person. Hence my waiting until we were engaged until we had sex.”

“That’s all very well, but you know that I have sex with my father, my mother, Frank and Karen and others in the past. So how do you reconcile that with your beliefs? You also at least attempted to have sex with someone else, the bitch who told you that your cock was too big for her, so were you engaged to her?”

Al looked away, knowing that Cherie was right in all she said. He was being totally inconsistent with his beliefs. But as with most people, Al knew he found change difficult.

“Ok, you win. I’m being totally inconsistent. Sorry. However, I find it very difficult to change. Even with you, I still get flashbacks to that previous girlfriend who told me my cock wouldn’t fit in her. That’s probably the worst thing any girl can say to a guy; it really knocks his confidence. So, can we make a deal? I’ll be willing to make changes if you’re willing to let me make them slowly and at my pace. Deal?”

Cherie snuggled against him. “Deal, darling, definitely a deal. Now all this talk of sex has made me horny so please make love to me.”

They were in their bedroom and as Cherie was saying this she was pushing him gradually backwards until the bed caught him behind the knees and he toppled backwards with Cherie on top. She sat on his thighs and unfastened his waistband and zip, then pulled out his rapidly hardening cock. He in turn pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties and she raised herself up and sank slowly down onto his cock, feeling the usual delicious feeling of fullness as it filled her to capacity.

It took only a few moments before they both reached their orgasms, his hands caressing her breasts and nipples through her thin top while she grabbed his shoulders for support and leverage as she moved back and forth on his cock. She let out a small shriek as she came, closely followed by a low groan as Al unloaded another dose of cum deep within her vagina. They had omitted to close the door so as Bel walked past she had a clear view of them both reflected in the wall mirror, just as Cherie saw the movement and noticed her mother watching them, which only served to intensify her orgasm.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

“Honey?” Rachel asked.

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

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

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

“I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea sure, but when?” Jim asked.

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

“What?! Aww no way Rachel. No way!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sabrina you about ready?”

“Yea Mom, just a second.”

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

“OK Mom, I’ll be right there.”

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

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

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

“You two be careful.”

“Aww we will Honey, wish us luck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—–

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

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

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

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

—–

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

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

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

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

“You guys doing okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you going regularly?”

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

“I’m really sorry,” she said quietly.

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

“I just feel responsible because I was driving.”

“I know you do.”

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

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

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

“It’s not that.”

“If not that, then why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not much in here,” she complained.

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

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

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

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

“Feel good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

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

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

“Uh-huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

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

“Good! I’m so glad I could help you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Liza-“

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

“Yes, but-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t have to go,” said Jason.

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

—–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why did you come?”

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

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

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

“And today?”

“Can we go in the other room?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmm, Jason,” she groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I followed him up stairs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feel good Chrissy?”

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

I felt the towel over my bottom being lifted up.

“May I?” he asked.

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

He removed the towel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmmmmm” I moaned back.

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe,” I sighed loving the pressure,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That of course meant two things.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She giggled at that and playfully stroked his cock again.

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

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

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

…the bell chimed its soft chime.

‘Ah dammit.’

To be continued in Masked Rotation: Ann

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After bahis firmaları a few small, short follow-up kisses, we returned our gaze to each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please…” she gasped once more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked beautiful.

I slowly started to pull myself from her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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