My name is Fran, I’m 38 and have been divorced for 6 months. I have two kids and live in a small house in a nice area of New York. I’m 5’6″ 120lbs with brown hair and eyes and my measurements are 34B-26-36. I try to keep in shape with exercise and I guess you could say I’m pretty but not in a models sense. I work in a doctors office and its one of my coworkers there that recently changed my life which has been miserable for several years.

My ex-husband and I stopped having any kind of sex about a year and a half before the divorce but even before that it stopped being good after the birth of my second child 8 years ago. I’m one of those women who can’t have vaginal orgasms, only clitoral ones. My ex lost interest in oral sex years ago and I lost the ability to cum.

Jennifer, Jen is a nurse where I work. She’s 25 and single and every mans fantasy. She has blonde hair and blue eyes and a perfect tan on her perfect aerobics instructor-like body. She also happens to be a sweet person. The male patients adore her and the women can’t help liking her because of her personality.

There are 2 nurses and 4 other women including myself that work in the office. I work 4 days a week and the doctor has given the early hours so I can be home by 3:15 PM when the kids get home from school. The doctor is married, a year younger then me and very good looking. All the girls in the office range in ages from 24 to 31 and then there’s me, the old lady of the group.

We’ve all gone out to dinner and for drinks on several occasions, usually around the Christmas holidays. One topic we always gossip about is the good doctor and the bulge that he carries in his expensive slacks. I hadn’t really noticed but then, I made it a point not to stare at my boss’ crotch. I blushed when Karen said she was in the office on Sunday one day when they were putting down new carpet and the doctor was wearing jeans and she said you could see it “hanging halfway down his thigh”, we were all a bit tipsy and we all laughed hysterically.

It was the Friday after Christmas and it was our last day of work until after the New Year because the doctor always went on holiday this time of year. We all said our goodbye’s in the parking lot and Jen was walking towards my car because she was parked right behind it. She asked me if I had plans with the kids and I told her they left that morning to spend a week with their father. She said her boyfriend had gone to Florida for a few days to visit his family. Then she asked me if I wanted to have a slumber party.

I laughed, we weren’t drunk by any means but we did have several glasses of wine. I didn’t feel like going home to an empty, depressing house so I agreed. She said she would stop by her apartment and get a few things and then come to my house. I was suddenly in a such a good mood. Jen was a great person and it would be nice to hang out with a girlfriend and not hear about their miserable marriage and problems with the kids etc. It would be like being carefree and single for me. I fixed up the living room quickly, the house was always neat, and I filled an ice bucket and started to chill a bottle of wine. I planned on getting a little drunk tonight, it had been years since I was drunk. It was late and I was tired, I looked at my watch and decided to jump in the shower quickly to perk up before Jen arrived. I had 15 or 20 minutes by the time she drove home and then to my house.

I stripped naked and before I went into the bathroom I stood in front of the full length mirror yalova escort bayan in my bedroom. My breasts were small (B-cups) so they didn’t really sag. My nipples were the size of quarters, dark pink and the tips stood out about a half an inch when I was cold or aroused. They were standing out right now and I wondered why. My tummy was still pretty flat (I rode the exercise bike everyday and did sit ups). My eyes wandered a little lower to my full brown bush. Boy, I needed to groom it. It being winter and the fact that no one ever sees me naked made me lazy I guess. I smiled as I remembered how I had shaved myself completely for my ex about 12 years ago and how he gave me oral every day, sometimes two and three times a day when I was hairless. I kept it like that until I got pregnant. Tomorrow I would take a relaxing bath and make sure to give myself a sexy trim.

I was feeling very aroused suddenly and after a quick look at my ass, a little wider then years ago but still not too bad, I looked at the clock and realized I had delayed so much that I only had time for a 5 minute shower. I was toweling off when I heard the bell ring. I wrapped myself off and ran downstairs to let her in because it was freezing out. She laughed when I opened the door because she said she too had taken a quick shower when she got home. I took her coat and was surprised to see the top of a sexy nightie, underneath she was wearing jeans. “Its a slumber party, we’re suppose to wear sexy pajamas and talk about boys” she said laughing. I told her to relax in the living room and I would be down in a minute.

I rummaged through my drawer for something nice to sleep in. I hadn’t worn a nightie in ages and wondered how they would fit. Jen was wearing pink and even though I only got a quick glimpse, it seemed very sheer. I decided on a hunter green nightie I had bought but never wore before. It was sexy but it wasn’t to revealing. I put it on and went downstairs to join my slumber-mate. Jen had turned the TV on and was watching something on cable, that former Playboy Model, the big blonde who married the 80 year-old millionaire apparently made a movie.

Jen had taken her jeans off and was sitting there in that sexy outfit and I couldn’t help but be jealous of her perfect body… God, to be twelve years younger and to not have gone through two child births. She was absolutely gorgeous. She followed me into the kitchen to get the wine and she commented on how beautiful I looked in that outfit. I told her what I was thinking, that she was so perfect and she blushed and said no one was perfect. I said if you’re not, I would’ve liked to have met a woman who was.

We went back into the living room and the movie was still on. We started talking about life and things, nothing heavy, just fun. Then the large blonde was getting ready for a shower and I saw Jen’s attention shift to the TV. The woman certainly was beautiful and very sexy. I blamed the fact that I was feeling so sexy on the wine, besides the two glasses I had at the restaurant with all the girls, Jen and I were more then halfway through with the bottle we opened 20 minutes ago. “Those tits are beautiful” Jen said referring to the playmate taking the shower on screen. I was surprised she said “tits” but I nodded in agreement.

We kept chatting and didn’t pay attention to the TV again until the blonde was getting fucked. Her big tits were moving all over and I could feel a wet spot in my nightie. I needed to get laid or else I yalova escort would lose my mind. The movie ended and we went for another bottle of wine. Jen went to the kitchen and I decided to start a fire in the small fireplace. Now we sat on the thick throw rug and had our wine and the conversation turned to sex.

Now by no means and I a prude when it comes to discussing sex, but I was always a little shy using certain words. “Dirty talk” during sex was a turn on for me but it was usually my husband using words like cock and pussy etc. Cock was my personal favorite and saying it and hearing it was always a turn on. It seemed Jen liked that work too.

We started talking about former lovers and I was surprised to learn that Jen had been with 4 times as many men as me. I’d only had 3 lovers while she listed a dozen men she’d fucked and a few more that she just gave blowjobs to. I had a long list of guys who just had my mouth, I learned I loved giving blowjobs during my junior year in high school. Jen seemed to really get turned on when I told her that on a dare I sucked off 5 guys in a line in the back of a diner parking lot and went home covered in cum.

I mentioned to her that I had a threesome in college with my boyfriend and a well hung black stud from the basketball team. I told her how excited I got while my boyfriend was fucking me and I was sucking the black studs big cock, my boyfriend leaned over and started sucking it with me. She was very excited by that and said she wished her boyfriend had bisexual tendencies.

She then asked me if I had ever been with another woman and I told her of my brief encounter in college but that it was just kissing and petting. She shocked the hell out of me when she confessed that she had her first bisexual experience in nursing school and she considered herself totally bi now and I nearly dropped when she told me she and Stacy were lovers. Stacy was another girl we worked with at the doctors office. I asked her how long that was going on but instead of answering, she asked me a question.

“So you never noticed Dr. Steve’s package?” referring to our boss. I told her I never did and asked her if it really was an impressive package? She reached passed me for the bottle of wine and her naked arm brushed my chest, my nipples were already standing straight out. My pussy was already soaking wet and I was crazy horny.

She poured herself and me another glass. “I’m going to tell you something in total confidence” I just nodded, my head still reeling thinking of her and red headed Stacy together.

I sat and listened to her tell me how she and Stacy performed regular oral sex on the doctor. She did it after work Tuesday nights, Stacy on Thursday nights and how they sometimes did it together. She and Stacy would 69 while Dr Steve jerked off and then after he came they would both suck him off for his second cum. He never ever touched them, it was strictly them sucking his cock. I was now conscious of the wetness between my legs. I was in need of an orgasm. She blew me away when she told me that Dr Steve had close to 10″ of thick cock and that he has “the sweetest man juice I ever tasted”.

I told her we had better change the subject because I was getting way too horny. She started right at my crotch and told me she could tell. Then she leaned back and opened her thighs and showed me she was every bit as wet as I was. “So I guess you don’t want to see the toys I brought for our sleep over.” she said in mock escort yalova disappointment. “Toys?” I said.

Jen went into the other room and came back with her overnight bag and sat on the couch above me. My eyes went to the wet spot on her crotch right away, I was having feelings for another woman that I hadn’t had in nearly 20 years. I had to fight the urge to reach out and touch her. She pulled out two vibrators. One traditional and very much like the one I owned. The other was very big, thick and very lifelike. The knob on the bottom had three speeds and Jen explained to me that this was her and Stacy’s favorite toy and it had brought them both hundreds of good climaxes. Hundreds? “I’d like to watch you use it” I couldn’t believe I had said it, it was like I was thinking out loud. “That would be so fuckin’ hot” she said.

Jen sat back on the couch, me by her feet. She spread her legs and began to rub the lifelike cock over her panty covered pussy. She was so wet but the wet spot got even bigger when she turned the knob at the base of the vibrator. I didn’t even realize I had moved closer and I had one hand on her thigh, stroking her smooth tanned leg as she pulled the crotch of her panty aside. I swallowed hard at her smooth hairless pussy. It was so pink and the lips were wet and swollen and I saw her clit peaking out already. I inhaled her scent, it was beautiful and so sexy my mouth watered.

I watched her for five minutes rubbing the dildo up and down her slit and holding it on her clit which had become very big. Then she slid the monster in her pussy and began fucking herself with it. It was making sensual wet noises and I had now placed a hand on each of her thighs and was rubbing her almost to her crotch and back down, my hands coming within inches of the fake dick she was fucking. It was glistening with her honey and looked so damn sexy. Then her body tensed and she started to cum. I was maybe 6 inches from her spasming pussy and the sight of her cumming was driving me mad. Still, something in me made me resist the urges to taste her that I was feeling.

When it was all over she took a few minutes to calm down. I was absently rubbing the wet spot on my nightie, my nipples were so hard they actually ached. “Now I get to watch you” she said and patted the couch next to her. She licked and sucked her juices from the vibrator and handed it to me.

I sat back and felt no shame spreading my legs. My pubic hairs stuck out from the sides of my soaked crotch as I began rubbing it along my slit. “Open those up” Jen said referring to the double snaps on the crotch of my nightie. I did, exposing my hairy pussy, the pubes wet and matted down because I was leaking so much honey. Jen was now in the same position I was in earlier, her hands on my thighs, her face inches away from my steamy flower.

I hadn’t been fucked in so long that my pussy was tight when I slid the first few inches of the vibrator in. I had planned on giving her a show but I was too close to cumming. I rubbed the vibrator over my clit and within seconds I was practically screaming, my entire body rocking with what may have been the most intense orgasm of my life. I sat back breathing heavy and feeling light headed. I had goose bumps covering my entire body. I wanted this feeling to last and then I felt Jen kiss me right on my pussy and then she sat next to me. I knew I wanted something more to happen between us.

She told me how beautiful I looked when I came and suggested maybe we go to bed. At first I thought she meant to sleep, but when she asked where we were both going to sleep I told her I had a king sized bed in my room and asked her if that would be okay. She smiled and said she was sure we wouldn’t need that much room. We cleaned up and headed up the stairs hand in hand.

To Be Continued…

The longest bus ride to Point West High School is the 17 route from Hidden Cove. I live with my mother at Hidden Cove and I ride the bus each school day. It is a long boring ride along the coast, with too many twists and turns to allow for reading.

I board the bus along with Aubrey and Melissa each school morning. If I get a ‘hello Gary’ from either girl it is an unusual day. This is not good, as both girls are really hot babes and I would like to know either or both of them better. However, the rumor around school is that they like each other, not boys.

We would ride the bus for a while and then the bus would stop and pick up Dean at Wilson’s Hollow. Dean is an ass hole and causes nothing but trouble. He has harassed Aubrey and Melissa for quite some time until the School Board threatened to kick him off the bus. Now he just goes and thrusts himself at each girl with a big grin on his face until the bus driver makes him sit in his seat.

Dean tries the grin in the face thing with me once. I just ask politely if he wants me to remove all those teeth for him? I am a second degree black belt. Dean doesn’t want me to do any unlicensed dental work.

With a couple of weeks left in school something happens between Aubrey and Melissa. I didn’t know what happened, but they had always sat together and now they make a point of sitting apart.

Aubrey starts saying hello to me each morning. I say hello back, but then she makes a point of walking away from me. I do not press the issue as I had not been invited to Aubrey’s 18th birthday party and I do not feel that she has any real interest in me. I had also not been invited to Melissa’s 18th birthday party, but then I knew Melissa doesn’t like me.

The situation comes to a boil on Wednesday, the day after my 18th birthday. Dean decides to make a play for Aubrey. She tells Dean to go away and he gets loud and nasty with her. By the time we get to school, Dean has threatened Aubrey and I walk her off the bus, just in case.

Dean’s brothers Tom and Wesley are waiting as we all get off the bus. It is an ambush and there is no way out without violence. I tell Dean, Tom and Wesley that Aubrey and I are just going to go to class and they can just leave us alone.

Tom says that he is going to beat the crap out of me and then deal with the ‘uppity bitch.’

It is short, but not sweet. I use the momentum of Tom’s charge to throw him against the side of the bus. Wesley charges at my back and gets my elbow in his face. Dean uşak escort comes at me with a knife and I break his arm, twice. Tom gets back up off the ground and tries to bite me on the foot. Actually, my foot is moving quite rapidly at that point and Tom loses teeth. Ok, he loses several teeth, but he still has quite a few left.

I get a ride home with the police. It would have been a lot worse, except that all of the rest of the kids who ride the bus told the school that the three brothers had started the whole thing and that the same three had threatened everyone on the bus at one time or another.

That night, Aubrey comes to see me and to thank me for ‘putting myself in danger.’ I hadn’t realized that I was in danger from three punks, but it is a good point and I will use it at my hearing. However, I do use the opening to have the first real talk I have ever had with Aubrey. Things go well and we seem attracted to each other.

Aubrey and I go for a walk on the beach that night and the talk we had previously has begun to grow into perhaps a relationship.

She tells me that she is going through a difficult time and that she has no idea what she is going to do. She and Melissa had a big fight and Aubrey does not want to talk about it.

We talk about other things but I never really find out what was bothering her. I do make a date for Friday night after graduation.

Aubrey has red hair and very fair skin. Melissa and I both have very light blonde hair, almost white, and very fair skin. None of us goes out on the beach in daylight due to the sunburn problem. This little problem sets up a romantic nighttime first date for Aubrey and me.

We go to the last fire ring and cook hot dogs and roast marshmallows. Aubrey wears the tiniest bikini imaginable and I have my hopes up.

I bring a radio and we dance a little. Aubrey comments that I seem more interested in her breasts than in the dancing. With that, she takes off her top and invites me to ‘have a good look!’

Not only do I look, I also feel! One thing leads to another and we wind up nude in the water. I am hard and Aubrey kind of impales herself on my throbbing rod.

It is her first time and she manages to mostly smother her cry of pain. We continue to fuck with Aubrey’s legs wrapped around me and most of her weight supported by the water. It is a little awkward, but Aubrey is very tight and I quickly began to get excited. I want it to last longer, but we finish all uşak escort bayan too quickly. I shoot my cum inside Aubrey and she cries out again, but not in pain this time!

Afterward, we wash in the water and then Aubrey wants to go back to shore immediately. Once we get back to the fire she wants to put her bikini back on. I was hoping for a second helping. However, no such luck.

Aubrey then wants to walk back to the houses. I think she is mad at me. It is worse. All Aubrey wants to do is to talk about Melissa. It seems that Melissa has never had a boy. Now Aubrey has had a boy and that bitch Melissa doesn’t know all there is to know! Other than to talk about Melissa, Aubrey pretty much ignores me.

I get the feeling that I am sort of a walking dildo that Aubrey has used and now wants to get rid of. My feeling intensifies when I am unable to make another date with Aubrey. When we get back to Aubrey’s house, she mumbles something about a nice evening and then she is gone and I am alone.

Aubrey, Melissa and I all have to work in the city during the week and nothing happens until the next Friday.

Aubrey and Melissa take a picnic basket and walk to the last fire ring.

I can not help myself and spy on them with a pair of high-powered binoculars.

The two girls do the same routine that Aubrey and I had done last Friday. After the cookout, they seem to kind of tease each other and then Aubrey once again removes her bikini top. Melissa does the same and both girls kind of display themselves to each other. I am not too surprised at the topless display, many of the Hidden Cove ladies sunbathe topless during the day when there are only a few stay at home ladies in the cove.

However, the topless display then leads to Melissa caressing Aubrey’s breasts. Aubrey then moves in and kisses Melissa. The two topless girls are tit to tit and it is obvious that it is a tongue kiss. The two bodies mold to one another. The intensity makes me wish it was me with Aubrey.

I can not see exactly what happens next, because the girls have turned slightly and Melissa’s back is mostly toward me. However, it appears that Aubrey has reached into Melissa’s bikini bottom, judging by the fact that the back of Melissa’s bikini also moves down. Melissa then falls to her knees and pulls Aubrey’s bikini bottom down and moves her face into Aubrey’s pussy.

From the expression on Aubrey’s face, Melissa has to be eating Aubrey’s pussy! Aubrey holds escort uşak Melissa’s head in her hands obviously in a state of passion. Aubrey clearly surrenders and lets Melissa have her way. Melissa is eating Aubrey’s pussy while working on her own pussy with her fingers.

I am so damn hard I have to work on my cock with my own fingers.

Finally, Aubrey appears to climax and sort of collapses back onto the sand. Her bikini bottom is down around her ankles.

Melissa remains on her knees and continues to work on her own pussy with her fingers and then apparently climaxes and also collapses onto the sand.

After a time, both girls get up and remove the bikini bottoms that no longer cover anything.

Hand in hand, they stroll down to the edge of the water, away from the light of the fire.

I can no longer see much in the way of detail, but it appears that Aubrey kneels down and returns the pussy eating favor that Melissa had given her earlier. The action continues until both girls are tumbled into the water by a wave.

The girls get up and wash themselves in the surf and then walk back to the fire ring as naked as when they were born.

I think that they will now put their bikinis back on and then walk back to Hidden Cove.

However, they spread out a large beach towel or a blanket and sort of semi-recline on the mat. They are obviously talking about something and then Melissa gets up and starts gesturing. I do not know what she is doing until she mounts Aubrey so that Melissa’s mouth is over Aubrey’s pussy and Melissa’s pussy is over Aubrey’s mouth.

The two girls have a hot 69 as I watch the flickering firelight play upon their pale young bodies. I don’t know how long it lasts as I am a slave to the scene in the binoculars. I can only watch as two young girls writhe in the throes of passion. The firelight makes it seem like some sort of primitive jungle scene.

Apparently they finish with a mutual climax. Then Melissa rolls onto the mat next to Aubrey. The nude girls then cuddle for a bit. It is difficult to tell even with the binoculars, but it appears that Aubrey and Melissa are talking animatedly.

Finally the girls get up and go back into the surf to wash.

By now it is fairly late and they come back to the fire. They gather up everything and start to put their bikinis back on. They do put on the bottoms. However, after a great deal of discussion and posing they finally stuff the tops defiantly into the picnic basket.

The two topless girls then put out the fire and start back. I try to think of what I might say to Aubrey the next time we meet. However, I realize that it would be useless. The two girls are in a different world.

I slowly put the binoculars back in the case and turn and go home by myself.

She gripped the wheel, swearing softly to herself. There was a sheet of white outside. She couldn’t see much of anything. She had turned off the radio. For some reason, she always drove in a blinding snowstorm better when it was silent. The voice repeating in her head was not worried or kind. It was the horrid whine of her boyfriend stating “I told you to cancel your last class before the snow really started. You’re a nut.”

She hated when he was right. And yet, he would have been pissed if she had canceled class. That would have meant she couldn’t pick up the “package” from one of her students. And then he would be a day behind in delivering to his customers.

But she couldn’t worry about any of that right now. Now all she wanted was to drive the last 25 miles home safely and get the “package” out of her glove compartment. She was glad he had insisted on her driving the SUV today. At least she had 4-wheel drive. Of course, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t spin out of control and wind up in a ditch, unconscious and freezing to death. And even if she lived, if the state troopers checked the car, or if that package burst…

She shook her head, much too terrifying a thought as she was trying to get home safely. Besides, she didn’t want to be in a position where she needed help considering she hadn’t seen another car in about 10 minutes. A frightening reality on a main highway around 8pm at night in a terrible snow storm. Evidently everyone else was too intelligent to still be on the roads.

As soon as she finished the thought, a huge black torpedo sped by her. She shook her head. When would men realize 4-wheel drive did not mean one could drive like a fucking idiot in a snow storm? She shook her head again and tightened her grip on the wheel. She hoped he didn’t have an accident. And she wondered why she assumed it was a “he.” She smiled at the thought.

She would swear it was that smile that distracted her. Enough so that she didn’t see the overturned vehicle until it was much, much too late. She slammed into it, thanking God when the seatbelt held, thanking God when the airbag slammed out of its nest and into her chest, stinging her face. She could feel her SUV skidding out of control and then flipping over and over…

*

She had no idea how long she’d been unconscious. She’d been pulled from the car. There were lights flashing, men walking about, and a tall, caramel colored woman standing nearby speaking softly. The woman was dressed in a brown state trooper’s uniform. She closed her eyes for another minute and then cleared her throat. The people standing closest turned and knelt down around her.

“Ma’am. What’s your name, ma’am?”

“Victoria. Victoria Longman.” Her throat was scratchy, but she talked past it.

“Can you remember what happened?” The woman asked her the question this time.

“It was snowing. I couldn’t see. By the time I saw his car, I couldn’t avoid it. What happened? Is he okay?”

“Ma’am, he evidently lost control of his car.”

She ignored the pounding in her head, and the fact that they had ignored her last question, to look up into a pair of shockingly gray eyes. They seemed almost stormy, those eyes. It was the woman again. She watched her for a moment, her face serious, her lips formed into a tight line. Her hair, a thick dark mane, pulled back into a tidy bun.

“We’re waiting for an ambulance, ma’am. How do you feel?”

She felt a little achy, but nothing was screaming with pain other than her head. She was more uncomfortable being surrounded by a bunch of New Jersey state troopers than anything else. Especially given what was in her glove compartment…or hopefully still in her glove compartment. It took her a moment to realize all of the troopers were white, except the woman beside her. God knows, considering the latest news scandal about racial profiling practices in New Jersey, it wasn’t safe to be black in this state. She didn’t think they cared that her skin was a soft honeyed caramel instead of “black.” She didn’t think they spent much time looking into her amber colored eyes or noticing the dimples in her cheeks. They probably didn’t notice the short, tight curls framing her attractive face or the curves hidden beneath jeans and a thick black sweater. No. All they probably saw was a nigger. And she was certain they made tons of assumptions based on that.

She shook her head again and took a breath. Now she was being paranoid. It’s not like she was totally innocent. She glanced up at the woman still hovering over her. Her badge read “Gonzalez.”

“Officer Gonzalez? My Toyota?”

The woman glanced over her shoulder before turning back to answer, “probably totaled.”

Vicky nodded, shivering. She realized the cold was seeping into her and her coat was in the car, along with her wallet, the papers she was supposed to be grading, her cell phone and…shit. She didn’t want to think about it.

She watched with a little surprise as Officer Gonzalez shrugged out of her state issued leather bomber and hung it around trabzon escort her shoulders. It was heavy, thick and warm. She could detect the faint smell of cologne on it. Was that men’s cologne?

The shrieking of an arriving ambulance startled her a bit. The attendants worked on her first before they made their way over to what appeared to be a body covered with a blanket. She shivered again. It wasn’t the cold this time. She regretted losing her cell phone. And her students would kill her when she told them they had to reproduce their term papers. And she didn’t want to think about what Dylan would say if the “package” was gone.

“Still okay?”

She hadn’t realized Officer Gonzalez was nearby. She nodded, then shrugged her shoulders.

“I need to call home. My cell was in the car.”

“Here,” the tall woman handed her a compact cell. Vicky looked up at her in thanks, but Officer Gonzalez had already walked away to speak with some of her fellow officers. She glanced over at her vehicle. The glove compartment was still closed and there wasn’t a bunch of white powder all over the seats. That brought a sense of relief, albeit short-lived. She dialed her home number with trembling fingers. Dylan was probably going nuts by now. She let the phone ring, and ring, and ring. The machine was not picking up, which meant Dylan was on the phone and ignoring the beep of call waiting. The number would be unfamiliar so Dylan would not answer the call. She sighed and wondered for the first time how she would get home. And, of course, where her car would be towed and whether or not they would search it.

She stood from the back of the ambulance, brushing off her jeans and slipping her arms into the sleeves of the leather coat. She inhaled deeply, not bothering to wonder why she was enjoying a strange woman’s scent. She glanced down at her hands, willing them to stop trembling.

She looked in the direction of her car again, her body tensing at the sight of the crumpled metal. Good ‘ol Toyota…it was the reason she was standing here, trembling, instead of covered with a blanket. She realized a tow truck was loading the car. Where were they taking it? Her brain began to process the details. Dylan would freak when she arrived home empty handed. She knew after his initial relief that she was okay he would be annoyed beyond belief. She’d have no answers about where the car was being towed and whether or not the package was still there. Then she wondered how long it would take to get the insurance money for another car. She wondered if the man lying beneath the blanket had a family waiting for him at home. She realized she was staring at his covered body and forced herself to turn away. Her eyes focused directly on a rather well-endowed chest covered in state trooper brown. She forced herself to look up quickly, glad for her honey-colored skin which would hide the blush she knew was rising to her cheeks.

“Any luck getting someone at home?”

Vicky swallowed, “no. I don’t know how I’m going to get home.”

“Where do you live?”

She responded to the husky question without hesitation, “Brodheadsville. It’s about 20 minutes past the Water Gap.”

“I pass it on the way home. I’ll drop you off.”

It wasn’t a question and so Vicky didn’t respond. She wondered, once again, what Dylan would think when she was escorted home by a cop.

*

They didn’t leave the scene for another two hours. She tried calling Dylan again, but he didn’t pick up. Once settled in the close confines of Officer Gonzalez’s car, snuggled beneath the warmth of the heavy bomber even as the artificial heat began to warm the car, her mind worked a mile a minute. At the top of her worries? That damn package.

“What happens to my car now?”

“The tow guy gave you a card, right?”

“Yea, so I just call him?”

“Call your insurance company. They’ll send someone out to look at the car.”

She nodded, “oh.” Would she be able to get anything from the car?

She was silent for a moment, wondering how to ask her next question.

“Do the cops need the car for anything?”

The tall woman turned to look at her for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

“Uh…I-I mean do c-cars in this situation get ph-photographed as evidence…or, um…or, uh, s-searched f-for, you know, like, mechanical problems?”

She was stuttering and sounded nervous to her own ears. She hoped Officer Gonzalez didn’t notice.

The woman didn’t answer right away so Vicky had a chance to take her in as she waited. She was amazed, first, by how plain the officer was to her. A broad forehead, creased with worry lines, a thick, pudgy nose, full thick lips, all placed together in an ordinary fashion and covered in smooth, caramel-colored skin. Plain…and yet there was something about those stormy, intense gray eyes, framed by thick lashes. Something about the deep, raspy voice and the sheer strength the woman’s sizeable frame exuded. She probably drew a lot of attention that trabzon escort bayan had nothing to do with her looks.

She realized she was staring and turned to look out of the passenger side window. She also realized Officer Gonzalez had not yet answered her question.

“You wanna tell me what’s in the car?”

Vicky turned back to her with surprise. Damn, was she that obvious?

“Wh-what do you mean? I was j-just w-wondering if any of my stuff might be missing. I mean, I have my purse, my cell—”

“You wanna tell me what’s in the car or not?”

The woman silenced her. She couldn’t think of an answer. She didn’t know if she could trust her. Was she talking to Officer Gonzalez, who was a cop, or the nice woman who’d kept an eye on her all evening and was kind enough to drive her home? Were they one in the same?

“N-nothing’s in the car. I w-was just worried about it.”

The woman nodded her head. It was the last thing either of them said. She hated lying to the woman, but she was a cop for god’s sake.

She did manage to give her some directions once they arrived in Brodheadsville, and five minutes later she was stepping from the car and hurrying up the porch steps to her front door. Dylan wrenched the door open before she could reach for the doorbell. He pulled her into a fierce hug and she clung to his wire thin frame for a moment. When she looked up into his handsomely chiseled face, she noticed he was looking at the cop car and the tall woman standing beside it.

“Shit! I was worried shitless! Are you okay? What happened?”

“I tried to call—”

“Damn, that was you? I didn’t recognize the number! I was calling all over the place trying to find you! There’s like a hundred messages on your cell!”

“It’s in the car and the car is totaled.”

She could feel Officer Gonzalez’s intense gray eyes on them, watching closely.

“Totaled! What happened?!”

“Ms. Longman, I’m gonna get going.”

She turned to that deep voice and watched as she folded her tall frame back into the vehicle. She left Dylan’s side to hurry to the driver’s side of the car. The officer rolled down the window.

“Thanks so much, Officer—”

“Taegan. Call me Tae.”

She smiled a little, “thanks Tae.”

“Yea, I’ll see you.”

Tae watched her for a moment longer, those stormy eyes piercing right through her, before she drove off. She didn’t know why she was feeling shamed and a little angry because she’d been forced to lie. She was also feeling a little…she didn’t know what.

“Jesus Vi, where the fuck is it?”

She turned back to Dylan, shaking her head to clear it as she made her way into the house.

“I don’t have it Dylan. It’s in the car and they towed the car.”

“What? Where?”

“I don’t know.”

He seemed almost dumbfounded by the response.

“You’re carrying a pound of uncut, Columbian coke and you don’t know where the fuck it is?”
She dug the card out of the leather bomber’s deep pocket, suddenly realizing she still wore Tae’s coat. She shoved the card at him.

“Here. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m fucking whipped after almost being killed and thrown in jail. I’m going to bed.”

“But—”

She ignored him, heading up the stairs to the master bedroom. Thirty minutes later, after a very hot shower, she was curled up in bed, her back to him. She was still processing how annoyed she was with him as she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

***

Two days later, after many attempts to get access to her vehicle without any success, she sat on a hard, cold chair in a police station in New Jersey. She had canceled her classes for the rest of the week, had soaked her aching body for hours on end the day before, had faced chastisement from her insurance company about defensive driving…and now she sat here, a little anxious, the leather bomber draped across her lap, waiting to see Officer Gonzalez…Tae.

The woman had been on her mind for the last two days. She wasn’t sure why. Probably because she’d been so nice at the scene? Probably because the lie was still stuck in her throat? She didn’t know. But she couldn’t hold on to the woman’s jacket forever, so here she was…waiting. It had only been 15 minutes and she was ready to bolt! She laughed at herself silently.

“Victoria Longman?”

She stood and approached the woman sitting behind the front desk.

“Yes?”

The woman barely looked up at her. “Down the hall, turn right, fourth room on the left.”

She nodded, making her way down a rather poorly lit corridor. She always imagined a police station would be busier, but then it was pretty late in the evening. She couldn’t drag her beleaguered body out of bed any earlier and it was amazing she’d made it at all. Dylan had refused to drive her, loaning her his car instead. It had taken almost an hour and a half to drive the 30 miles to the station, her hands shaking the entire way. Friends told her the reaction was normal, post traumatic escort trabzon stress or something of the sort. It would pass, they assured her. She hoped so.

Anyway, it turned out Officer Gonzalez worked the night shift tonight anyway. So, although it was 9pm, Tae had only been on duty for two hours. And luckily she hadn’t left the station yet.

She arrived at the door indicated by the woman out front and was surprised to see Tae sitting at a small, rectangular table. A chair was set up across from her. It looked like an interrogation room, with the huge mirror and everything. She swallowed…had they found “it”? Had she raised the officer’s suspicion enough to warrant a search of the car? She hesitated, wondering if she had time to flee. She couldn’t go to prison. It would ruin her career. They would never allow her to teach at a college again. And she’d been lucky to get the job considering she only had her Master’s in Social Work. Not to mention she simply did not have the money for a lawyer. Dylan had money, stashed “someplace safe” he always told her…but he never told her where and he’d never told her how to access it. Would he bail her out? Pay for a lawyer? God, what was she doing with him anyway? What kind of person would ask their partner to carry drugs across state lines? And enough drugs to get her sentenced as a dealer?

She swallowed hard, deciding to enter the room and simply face what waited for her. When she entered, Tae stood.

“Oh, hey. I was just catching up on some paperwork. It’s quieter in here. What did you need to see me about?”

She felt the tension ease from her body…and a different type of feeling replace it. A feeling that came from being in a small room with this woman, a room made even smaller by her overwhelming presence. A room that allowed her to smell that cologne, encouraged her to be aware of Tae’s every move…a different feeling indeed.

“I, uh, um…I-I wanted to return this.”

She held out the jacket. Tae raised a brow.

“You could have just left it up front. Thanks. I have something for you anyway, wait here.”

She watched the tall woman leave the room and exhaled. Okay, she wasn’t going to prison. That was a relief. And she didn’t have to think about Tae being so close, smelling so nice, if she wasn’t in the room, so that was also a relief. She would sign whatever paperwork Tae needed her to sign and be on her way. And she’d never have to see this strange woman again…which was a good thing. Right?

The door to the small room opened again and she stepped aside as Tae re-entered. Then she felt her heart plummet down into her loafers as she noticed the bag in Tae’s hand. The paisley make-up bag from her car…her glove compartment to be exact. The make-up bag with the “package.”

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. The words just kept circling inside her head. She was frozen to the spot. Should she deny she knew what it was? Was this a set up? If she took it, would they slap the cuffs on her? Oh my god, oh my god…

She watched as Tae closed the door before turning to face her. They stared at one another for a moment in silence. Then Tae closed the distance between them, standing directly in front of her. She didn’t know what Tae was thinking. She wasn’t sure what she was thinking. She only knew it felt like she was going to have a stroke as she stared up into those penetrating, gray eyes.

“Look,” Tae started, “I didn’t look in this bag. I’m not sure I want to.” She sighed, “but if this is what I think it is,” she took hold of Vicky’s chin between two strong fingers, “you can not be this stupid. You’re going to get caught and you’re going to get a lot of time for it. The laws are unforgiving right now. And—”

Vicky simply stared up at her. Her entire body was shaking. There were tears in her eyes, wetting her lashes, blinding her. She could barely comprehend the words coming out of Tae’ mouth. She realized Tae had stopped speaking and was simply staring at her, but she couldn’t formulate a thought much less a coherent sentence.

Tae muttered a soft oath, hesitated a second, and then bent her head and ever so slowly covered Vicky’s lips with her own. Vicky could feel her chest tighten as a barrage of sensations swept through her. The surprise of feeling those silky lips against her own…her breath caught and she faltered. Even though it took her brain a moment to catch up to what was happening, her body couldn’t ignore the sweet yet powerful fluid heat that started in her tummy and spread rapidly. Tae ended the kiss abruptly and waited until Vicky opened her eyes. Vicky fell into those gray pools, her heart racing, her body tensed with anticipation. When Tae leaned down again, her lips was less polite, less hesitant. Vicky froze for a moment, confusing thoughts swirling around in her head, before she felt her lips give just a little, inviting the woman to take more. She’d never kissed a woman before…it was nice. It was…very nice. There was a spark, some kind of energy, a force that was oh so wonderfully delicious, sending electric pulses through her. When Tae pulled away from her for the second time, Vicky took a step back, more than just a little unsteady. She heard the woman swear under her breath again, watched her shake her head, and then Tae left, leaving the bag on the table as she closed the door between them.

I’ll never forget the day I started cheerleading practice; I felt like “the new girl,” but the captain of the squad, Brenda, accepted me right away. She even introduced me to her “gang,” Vashti, Kary, and Tiffany. They were great girls, and we became quick friends, going everywhere together.

One evening after practice, we were all at Brenda’s summer cabin in the woods talking about sex and the different guys we’d been with. It was stifling in the cabin tonight; Vashti wiped the perspiration from her forehead, “I’m beat, practice today was murder.”

Brenda and Tiffany went to the refrigerator and brought back some beers for us, “Here girls, it’s been a long day,” they handed the bottles out. We all sat back on the couch and drank, Vashti stretched, “Hey, I for one, feel grimy; Bren, can we use your shower?” Brenda nodded, so we all got up; I wondered how we’d do the shower situation; we’d probably take turns.

As it turned out, Brenda had a locker room-sized shower room with three nozzles. She must have read the expression on my face; “The girls and I practice here a lot,” Brenda said with a smile stretching her lips, “I am the captain of the team, only the best for my girls.”

She came over and hugged me; it felt warm and sweet, and I felt an odd feeling between my legs as her skin rubbed mine. I smiled back at her as we all undressed and stepped into the shower. Kary turned the nozzle on the far wall, and I watched apprehensively as we soaped up our toned bodies. I must have obviously looked intimidated, for Vashti came over to me and put her arm around my neck, “What’s the matter hon?” She apparently saw my trepidation as I sheepishly looked up at the tall auburn-haired beauty, “you’re a beautiful woman, hon, how old are you: about 19?”

She looked at my breasts, “You have the boobs of a twenty-five year old,” she smiled as she said this, and I chuckled. I dropped my head to fling my hair down so I could reach it, “Hey Jenny, all the other girls are through,” Kary walked over to me, “want me to finish your hair for you?”

Before I could answer, she started massaging shampoo in my scalp, “you’re extremely pretty; I think you’ll make a great addition to the squad.” That felt really good to hear, and in almost no time we were through. Kary and I were the last ones out of the shower; she toweled off quickly and left the room.

I finished up and followed her; the hallway was empty as I scanned the floor, “where’d everybody go,” yozgat escort I wondered. Then I saw Kary waving me into the far bedroom, “Come ‘ere, you gotta see this.”

As I entered the room, I heard “ooo” and “ahh” over and over again. The girls were watching some home movies of women making love with each other. I was taking in the scene when I realized one of the girls on the TV was Vashti and the other one was Tiffany.

I was so engrossed by the movie; it was several seconds before I realized some of the moans I was hearing were coming from the bed beside me. Tiffany had her face buried between Vashti’s thighs and was eating her for all she was worth. The whole scene was so erotic I scarcely realized my hand was kneading my own mound as I watched the two on the bed. Kary came to my side and kissed my cheek as she placed her hand on mine and helped me gently squeeze myself. I turned and kissed Kary’s lips as Brenda knelt behind me and kissed the globes of my ass.

Vashti and Tiffany stopped doing what they were doing and came over to us. Before long the girls lead me over to the bed and lay me down. Vashti straddled my torso; I could feel her steaming wetness drip on my skin as Tiffany’s soft tongue licked her juices from my chest. She licked and kissed her way up to the apex of my right breast, and enveloped my hard bud between her silky lips I was so turned onto what was going on upstairs that I barley felt Kary spread my legs in order to watch my volcanic mound simmer.

She laughed and waved Brenda over, “Look at this, Bren,” she was smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl, “I’ve felt those nerves down there jump, but it’s the first time I’ve actually seen one quiver.” Brenda smiled at me, “you must be aching for attention, hon.”

She and Kary looked at each other and licked their lips before both lowered their heads and feasted on my tremulous pussy. I was moaning and gyrating as Vashti moved up my torso and let her engorged petals kiss my hungry lips, and Tiffany gently massaged her butt while kissing my firm nipple. I loved Vashti’s aroma, so I licked and kissed her seething caldera. I parted her soft folds with my dexterous lips and buried my tongue deeply into her.

As soon as Brenda and Kary both pushed their tongues into my dripping pussy, I screamed into Vashti’s corolla and exploded my sweet syrup for them. I felt Vashti’s gentle tightness grasp my invading tongue, and she erupted her hot lava, yozgat escort bayan which flowed onto my chin. Vashti dismounted me, as Tiffany’s long tongue laved her drenched slit, and went over to where Brenda was, by her dresser.

She whispered something in Brenda’s ear and watched as Tiffany straddled my face; her aromatic pussy dripped its sweet love juice on my awaiting lips. I wasted no time at all before I started eating her glazed slit, as Brenda produced a huge fruit basket full of various fruit. She selected a plump strawberry and rubbed its coolness on my warm chest.

I thought it felt amazing as she coated it with Tiffany’s cream and fed it to me. Tiffany tensed up for a few seconds and came on me. I loved the feel of her warmth flow over my face, and just when I thought it was over, here came Kary toting a huge banana and returned her attention to my glossy femininity. I felt her tongue lash my pussy and kiss my enflamed lips, “What, oh what,” she started in a mock confused voice, “could we do with this?”

She held up the banana and read the sticker on it, “This nanner is one and a half ounces, and it feels about 8 inches,” and peeled it. I squirmed a bit, not thrilled with the idea of making banana puree with my pussy, but relented when she shoved it in me. I had never been so filled by any of my men’s dicks and loved the feel of it as my honey coated it. It slid in me easily up to the tips of Kary’s fingers and created such wonderful sensations.

I moaned as I buried my tongue into Tiffany’s scrumptious vagina. Brenda came over to us and licked Tiffany’s cream off my face then kissed her nicely rolling ass, Com’on Tiff, you had your turn, my pussy’s an inferno.” Tiffany motioned Brenda to take her place and reluctantly got off me, “I hope you realize how good Jenny is at that,” her eyes softened and she smiled delicately.

Brenda was right; when she put her beautiful pink mound in my face; I could feel her radiant heat descending on me. Kary was working her magic on me with her fruity dildo, and I was in a sexual frenzy while licking and kissing Brenda’s fiery slit. I inserted my tongue into her smoldering hole and could feel her impending orgasm build within her. Before long, Brenda was moaning and bouncing wildly on my tongue, “Oh God, Jenny, Oh God,” she was saying at increasing volume; then I felt her sweltering tightness clamp onto my protruding licker, and her hot cream cascaded from escort yozgat her satisfied slit. She relaxed panting and got off me, “Ok, Kary.”

“Hold on,” Kary said, “I’m just about to finish up here,” she smiled devilishly. I was so sexually intoxicated all I could say was, “Please.” Kary rammed the fruit into my hungry cavern as I bucked and writhed on the bed. She would rotate the fruit and kiss my enflamed skin; finally, I just could not hold back and let my volcano’s caldera erupt its hot thick lava all over her pretty face and the invading fruit in her hands. She withdrew the soggy fruit from my drenched hole and came around to sit on the bed beside me. She fed me the creamy end of the banana. It was much sweeter with my honey all over it. Then she ate the remainder of the mutilated fruit and kissed my mouth ferociously while gently squeezing and kneading my breasts.

She quickly moved from my lips and continued her oral assault on my hard little nipple; she licked, kissed, and caressed her way down my torso and bathed my pelvis with her tongue. We moved into a sixty-nine position, her fragrant pussy-hole in my face, as her head was thrust between my thighs. I was eye-level with her adorable asshole. As her tongue reentered my fiery cavern, I moaned her name, plastered my lips to her sweet pussy, and bathed the entire length of her sugary slit.

I could feel my own desire rise in me as her skilled tongue worked it’s magic on me; Vashti came over and joined her friend; their tongues entered me with sudden swiftness and lunged deeply into my smoldering vagina. I started to feel like I was floating as a wonderful tongue found my g spot and kept licking it. I screamed into Kary’s pussy as she and I came together.

Kary climbed off me as a streak of her cum ran from her satisfied vagina to my lips “Did you get that, Bren,” I heard Tiffany ask as I forcibly turned my head to look at the other two girls across the room. They were starry-eyed, “that was so hot you guys,” Brenda panted, “and …cut, that’s a wrap.” She was putting the camera into a bag at her feet when Tiffany pleaded, Please, please, please tell me you got that.”

“Tiff, honey, of course I got that,” Brenda answered, “do you really think I’d miss the height of my directorial career,” we all chuckled at that, “Yeah, it’s not everyday you get to see a girl cum like a mad woman.”

I breathed a big sigh as my muscles relaxed and quite loudly farted. My breath caught and I quickly turned my gaze downward; Vashti sat wide-eyed at my feet, then she fell back laughing, Gosh, Jenn, was that really necessary?”

I limply dropped my head to the pillow, “Oh god yes.”

The room filled with hysterical laughter at our reactions.

The End

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KAREN HAS A THREESOME

(I first met Karen on the Lesbos Island site several months ago. We chatted and decided we wanted to move to instant messaging. We have exchanges on an irregular basis. Karen is a divorcee in her late thirties, living with her college student daughter, Jo. She’s going on nineteen. Karen and I have enjoyed internet sex on several occasions, but it is only recently that she admitted having sex with Jo, though how and when it started she never said.

Karen has recently been interested in a threesome with other mutual internet friends, which we achieved with spectacular results! But she now has the ambition to have a threesome with me and Jo.)

‘Hi Karen. You’re early. Are you dressed? Are you waiting for someone to chat with?’

‘Not really. I’m in my dressing gown, waiting for Jo to come home. She’s been on a sleep-over with a college friend, and I thought she’d be home by this time.’

‘Perhaps she’s been having sexy fun with her friends.’

‘Could be. I want her for myself at the moment.’

‘Feeling horny?’

‘You said it! Always am, Sarah – like you.’

‘And your daughter feels the same way?’

‘I sure hope so. When she gets home.’

‘Do you make love regularly?’

‘About twice a week – sometimes more. Mostly weekends though.’

‘Then there’s your masturbation fantasies during the week, and your orgasms with me!’

‘Mmm. I need my sex Sarah. Like you! Sometimes I think I can’t get enough!’

‘Would you like me to give you a kiss now, to be going on with?’

‘Oooo – yes please. It’s been some time since we chatted and kissed.’

‘There! I’m kissing your mouth – chewing the lips. Mmmm. You taste divine.’

‘Oh Sarah! That’s sweet of you.’

‘Now kissing the nape of your neck – inhaling the scent of your hair. So evocative. I remember the scent. Nibbling your ears. My hand is sliding inside your gown to squeeze the nipple. Mmm – it’s all hard. Now cupping your breast in the palm of my hand. Lovely and silky warm.’

‘Oh yes – I like that. You always did know how to turn me on, Sarah. I can’t refuse you.’

‘And what if Jo should arrive home. Would she join in?’

‘Probably. She’s a very sexy young lady. Very hot.’

‘Would seeing me making love to her mother make her horny?’

‘Definitely. She’s a very attractive young lady. You wouldn’t think butter would melt in her mouth to look at her. You’d find her most breath-taking Sarah… I mean that.’

‘If she was with us, would you want me to slide my hand along Jo’s thighs … search for the warm dampness urfa escort between them.’

‘Do you feel like you’d want to … its ok with me, but I want you to want to.’

‘While you kiss her mouth encouraging her.’

‘See and feel what we do together during the week.’

‘I’d LOVE to seduce your daughter with you watching – and joining in.’

‘Our lips meet, Clara. We kiss .’

‘Feeling her thighs part allowing my hand to explore a little further.’

‘I can hear the catch in her breath – her little moans from you touching her – I love those sounds.’

‘Her little gasps as my fingers reach her labia and clit – that purring – yes – she really wants me to explore.’

‘Oh Sarah – I can’t help but look at you two, as she and I kiss…’

‘Her thighs are trembling a little – her belly shaking … my lips latch onto her nipple, gently suckling.’

‘Her young body so firm and tight… so excited from your touch, and I’m so thrilled to watch you both enjoy.’

‘She sighs – she murmurs ‘take me Sarah – I’m your slave’.’

‘Oh god … take her Sarah… if she says that, then she really wants to.’

‘Her thighs have now spread further apart. My hand is exploring that wonderful soft virgin vulva – ooooh yes darling – ‘You have a fantastic pussy Jo’, I tell her.’

‘Her eyes are filled with sparkles – she is loving the attention so much.’

‘I’m getting my face between her knees to examine that most wonderful of sights – young soft pussy – oozing with her virgin juices. Stranger’s vulvas fascinate me. Fingers now exploring the entrance of the vagina, the little cluster of fleshy petals at its mouth. Gosh Karen – she’s got a BEAUTiful vulva. I’ve encouraged her to lay on the settee, legs apart.’

‘My fingers rubbing furiously against my clit……the sight of you both is so beautiful. Erotic.’

‘You are at the side of the settee, watching me play with your daughter, my face reaching for that exquisite vulva, her special shrine of love and lust.’

‘My mouth finds its way between your legs, Sarah, and I begin to place little kisses on them.’

‘Oh yes, Karen. My thumbs spread Jo’s labia apart to expose the full glory of her inner vulva – that soft pink vagina oozing copiously now. Her breathing is getting heavier, her thighs fluttering.’

‘My kisses become long and wet, Sarah, as they move upward on your thigh… ‘

‘My tongue is now prodding the entrance to her paradise. She’s squirming and moaning.’

‘And mine is sliding closer and closer to your lovely flower…’

‘Mmm urfa escort bayan … do it to me, Karen.’

‘Finger tracing lightly over your bottom, pressing between your cheeks. Searching for the secret opening.’

‘Whilst I slip a finger in Jo’s bum and my tongue lashes her clit. Two fingers in her tight vagina, pushing deep and hard, twisting inside.’

‘Light jabbing of my stiff tongue….all around and over your rosebud.’

‘As I finger fuck that gorgeous pussy – OMG Karen – that’s terrific. Fantastic.’

‘You smell so delightful… and taste incredible. I’ve never forgotten that special taste.’

‘Jo really is a sexy young slut – I love it – her sweet juices tasting so delectable.’

‘I’m so happy you’re pleased with her, Sarah.’

‘Delighted! She’s marvelous! But she’s squirming – and so am I – lapping her .’

‘My finger pushes into you with a little upward thrust of your bottom.’

‘Fingers fucking both her passages. She’s really squealing now – crying ‘Yes yes yes’ .’

‘She’s loving it. And fucking your pretty bottom feels so nice on my finger.’

‘Jo gasps out, ‘Make me come, Sarah’.’

‘She’s ready to cum. Jo loves being felt by other fingers. I love watching my finger slip in deeper into your bum.’

‘And as your fingers go to work on me – mine are urging Jo to reach the fulfilment of her hopes – a wonderful, noisy orgasm. She’s thrashing on the settee now.’

‘Deep… I adore the feeling of being inside you… so tight you are.’

‘Jo is crying out, ‘OMG – DO IT TO ME … DO IT. MAKE ME CUM.’ I’m about to join in.’

‘Running it around in circles as it moves in and then back to the depths of you.’

‘As my own loins start to churn.’

‘Fuck her, Sarah. Fuck her hard. She’s begging for it.’

‘You’re going to make me cum, Karen. Don’t stop.’

‘Fingering your ass so hard now. I know your about to cum .’

‘And Jo is crying out loud as well – ‘Don’t stop … don’t stop … I’m cumming’.’

‘Pulling my finger out fast and then thrusting it back in, the tonguing all around.’

‘Her breath is coming in loud gasps. Her bottom is lurching and shaking. Her thighs are lashing.’

‘The little slut wants to cum – I can hear her.’

‘YES – Jo’s CUMMING. I can hear her crying out … CUMMING CUMMING CUMMING.’

‘I want you to cum as well, Sarah… I want you both to cummmmmmmmmmmmm now.’

‘And … OMG OMG, Karen – SO AM I. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. FUCK FUCK FUCK.’

‘Oh Sarah… I love when you do that.’

‘Jo escort urfa shaking and crying noisily.’

‘And when you both do it… it’s just the ultimate for me.’

‘She shouts out ‘FUCK ME – FUCK ME,’ as she explodes. Her vagina spurts its juices into my mouth. Wonderful. Delicious. All over my cheeks and in my mouth.’

‘I can tell she likes you a lot…’

(A slight pause.)

‘Now it’s your turn to cum, Karen – you’re on the brink I know. Close. I can tell. My hand searches between your thighs – soaking wet of course – dripping with nectar – I drive four fingers deep into your vagina. Fucking fast and hard. Sloppy and wet.’

‘Do I get you both … OMG … YES.’

‘Jo has straddled your face and is rubbing her pussy over your mouth. As I get my tongue on your clit and a finger deep in your bum, I’m finger-fucking both fast and deep. You’re shaking violently. Jo is grinding against your face. Awesome!’

‘Love my girls…..they always treat me so graciously.’

‘And YES YES – Jo’s cumming again. Her face is contorted with agonizing ecstacy. She’s squirting! Pee splashing all over your face. Over your neck and swirling down your breasts. And you’re cumming with her as I give you no mercy with my fingers. Jo leans forward and my face lifts to her level. Our lips meet in a kiss of passion and lust. Wow! We are fucking her mom together. Cum for us Karen. CUM!’

‘Cummmmmming NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW. OMG OMG OMG.’

‘Your orgasm is earth shattering. Omg – your legs flaying on the floor. Your cries are loud and joyous.’

‘Oh Sarah… YES YES YES!!!!’

‘Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. That was so lovely. Thank you both.’

‘Sexy secret lover… and her two sluts.’

(Another pause)

‘What a wonderful family of sex and lust.’

‘I hope you have included yourself in the family.’

‘Most certainly. I can make love you both – we can have extraordinary threesomes together.’

‘I love you, Sarah.’

‘You’re all I need – and Jo.’

‘You have us. Always.’

‘I love you too darling. You are so fantastic. Both of you.’

‘Its so exciting with you involved. I do really hope you enjoy it – sharing with us.’

‘Gosh – my knickers are all screwed up round my ankles and my chair soaking with juices. Will you tell Jo when she comes in?’

‘I will!!!’

‘I don’t even have a photo of her either!’

‘I’ll see that you get something I have of her… but its for you only.’

‘Oo darling – that’s so kind. I do love you very much.’

‘You ok now?’

‘Wonderful! But I’ll be back for more in the week, Karen. Breathless still, though. What about you? Was that exciting for you?

‘What do you think? Exceptional! You leave me wanting more! You are an exciting woman Sarah. You can do whatever you want with me you know. I love you.’

‘Mmmm.’

‘Oh! Here she is!’

‘Byee. Later.’

I was lying on my bed, talking on the phone. Surprise, Surprise. It was a friend I had dreamed about getting in bed for a long time. She was no saint and yet she was still quite innocent. She was getting married to a nice guy. She was talking about the wedding and asking questions here and there. I told her among other things, that the best thing she could have was a personal attendant to keep her calm and keep all the petty problems off her back. Make sure it is someone you trust, who knows you very well, and handles stress and weddings pretty well.

She sat there listening to me and then asked, “Would you be my personal attendant since I fit all those things in her life?”

“Of course, how could I say no when I suggested it.”

She then jokingly said “Being you are my PA, you can come over on Saturday. You are going to be in town anyways, so you can give me a massage. Besides, I have some other things I want to talk about, but not over the phone.”

“You are pushing it, but your wish is my command and I will oblige you.”

I went to her house Saturday afternoon. She answered the door in her robe and I knew I was in trouble. Control was going to have to be my thought of the day no matter what she wanted to talk about.

I sat down on the couch as she undid her robe. She had lotions laid out and a box I had never seen. “Whenever you are ready….” so she stood up and dropped her robe. I didn’t let my jaw drop but it should have. She was wearing a string bikini. She had been working out and had lost about 20 pounds. She laid down on the floor and got comfortable.

In trying to hold my composure I asked, “What am I focusing on?”

“Yes.”

I had her roll over so I could start with her head in my lap for two reasons. The first was my hands weren’t greasy yet and the second was, I was not way turned on yet, emitting a scent that was undeniable but looking at her, it wouldn’t take long.

I started the massage and she was very quiet. She reached for her stereo remote and turned it on. Soothing, relaxing music came wafting out. I had heard it before but I could not put my finger on it. I kept massaging and then it dawned on me what it was. It was a seduction CD that I had given her as a joke.

It starts out real calm and then as it progresses, it gets more and more passionate. I had to flip her over and get this done as soon as possible. She rolled over and untied her bikini top. I grabbed the lotion and began. I hadn’t anymore gotten the lotion spread out and she asked the first question of many.

“Kaylee, I want to ask you a question that I have been thinking about for a while now. Have you had sex with a woman?”

I stayed real quiet, and then she went on, “I have been thinking about it, reading and I have some questions I want to ask of someone I know who has been with a woman.”

I asked her one back. “Why do you think that I have?”

“Rumors, how you interact with us girls, the looks you sometimes have when you like what you see. Like just a little bit ago when I undid my robe.”

I swallowed hard, I didn’t know if I could do what she was about to ask.

“I have been thinking about this for almost a year now. You don’t have to answer me. Finish my back and this will be over.”

I thought for a second and then realized my hands were moving to the music. “I have been with several women but only 2 were serious and there are 2-3 that asked questions like I think you are going to ask.”

I grabbed more lotion and laid my hands on her butt. “They then wanted to know what it tunceli escort felt like by someone they trusted, so reluctantly I did it. One of them turned on me and the other two just distanced themselves from me. I have 2 rules, one don’t hurt me and two I will not make the first move because I don’t know why anyone would want me to touch them or to be intimate with me.”

She was really quiet. I worked down her legs, which were really tense. It gave me something to focus on. She looked back at me and said, “I want to know.”

A shiver went down my spine as I worked on her feet. She must be focused because she is super ticklish. “So what do you want to know?”

“I read quite often that it is so much different being with a woman.” I had finished her backside and motioned for her to roll over. She did without covering up. “Damn girl, those are amazing. What a rack!”

She smiled as I looked her in the eyes.

“The best way to show the difference is a kiss. I have heard you say that your man is a good kisser.”

“Yes.”

“If you want to really know the difference and you trust me, kiss me.”

She sat up, thought for a second, and then leaned towards me. She was hesitant.

“Relax and pretend you are kissing him. I will do the rest.”

She leaned in and our lips met, she pulled back and looked at me.

“Trust me, I won’t hurt you, you are in control.”

She slid back to me and tried again, this time like she was kissing him. I gave her a couple of seconds and then I started to kiss her with all the passion of a woman. The kiss only lasted mere moments and yet, she looked at me with a look of- can I have another now that I am not scared. This time when she moved in, I put my hands on her face like I was with one of my lovers. When this kiss ended, she was breathless.

“Lie down so I can finish your massage.” I worked for a long time on her legs avoiding the Y. Her muscles felt like jello and she was very quiet.

When I moved up to her belly, she said “Is it always the feeling that you are the most important, beautiful woman in the world and you are floating on a cloud?”

“I am sure there are bad kissers and bad lovers out there but I learned well and I was good from the beginning, but a good kiss stems from caring. My first encounter was with a great sex partner who had always been a lesbian. She had lots of partners over the years, but swore that our first time together was not my first time with a woman, even though it was. I have NEVER approached a woman, or man for that matter. I am NOT worth it. No one should have to see or be with me, but I am the biggest pleaser in the world. I get off on getting others off, without ever being touched from the other person.”

I had skipped from her belly to her arms. She said, “Are you wet?”

“What do you think? Am I pleasing you?” I continued working on her arms and then moving across the tops of her breasts toward her shoulders. When I finished, I gave her a peck on the lips and got up on the couch.

I could tell she was deep in thought, and I was waiting for the next question. She slid up beside me, kissed me, and said, “Make love to me.”

I looked at her for a moment, “It’s not that simple. I could ruin you for your husband. You would feel a real orgasm and likely never get one from him unless he gets lucky once in a while.”

“I am going to find out one way or another. I have been talking to a lesbian on-line that would do me for $100.”

“That is probably where you will find the tunceli escort bayan bad sex I talked about and possibly diseases. Good lesbians are in it to have good sex and try to turn women. Besides I could probably walk circles around her. What did you want from her?”

“A kiss, to be eaten, to have an orgasm(s), eat pussy, and to know that I can please a woman, if need be.”

I asked, “Where is this coming from? Are you doing it for your man? Does he have a fantasy? There is no mention of sex on this list. There is a lot more to sex with a woman than eating pussy, believe it or not. How bad do you really want this? I can do the things on your list but you will not know what sex with a woman really is. The things on your list will not always accomplish the last item.”

“Sometimes to please me means to curl up in each other’s arms, watch a movie, and then fall asleep, waking up with them still in your arms. Most women want to be touched and praised before you ever get down to business. Most guys think foreplay is suck my dick for 10 minutes or more, and if you are lucky he will lick your pussy for 30 seconds which he thinks is a long time, then fuck you, cum, and go to sleep while you are on the verge of an orgasm that you likely faked for their ego. I can eat your pussy and teach you a few cool tricks if that is what you think sex is but then, I will likely walk away with the truth seeping out of my pussy aching to be released.”

There was a tear in my eye knowing that I had been entirely too honest. I started to apologize but she stopped me saying, “I obviously need to learn more about what passion really is.” She had just seen it in my eyes and we weren’t even doing anything.

“It is the passion that gets me in trouble, which is why I have almost vowed off showing my friends. I am the one that gets hurt as they walk out of my life. They decide that maybe they really didn’t want to know; I become the bad guy for showing them.”

She left the room and I turned off that part of me as I figured that it was over. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She came over and reached for my hand. She led upstairs and locked the door as we went in. She turned off the phone, and put the CD in from downstairs.

“I need to take a shower and collect my thoughts.” Then I thought to myself, was I really going to do this? Hadn’t I been hurt enough?

While I was in the shower, I realized she was coated in lotion, which gave me a beginning plan. “Come here.”

She walked in wearing a slinky nighty, and my jaw dropped. I had to get my train of thought back. I told her the rules:

“If you tell me to stop, no matter what, I will, but that will be the end. Once you turn me off, I am done. Don’t hurt me. We could have sex 10 times and no 2 would be exactly alike. It may take me a bit to get into my groove learning you. Do you agree?”

“Yes.”

I reached for her hand so she stripped and proceeded to get in the shower. I grabbed her soap and started to lather her up. I rubbed every inch of her luscious body. As I washed off her front, her back was against my chest. I started kissing and nibbling her neck and ears. I turned her around. She reached for me but I pinned her against the wall and kissed her long, hard, and super passionately. I hadn’t had sex in a while so I was super aroused. We finished in the shower, touching and teasing as we dried each other off. I took her hand and led her to the bed.

I sat her down and then lit a few candles which I knew that we both liked. I turned on the escort tunceli music and asked her to dance for me. I settled back on the bed, watching her. Eventually she straddled me and continued to dance. I started touching her, which she responded to. Leaning in like she was going to kiss me, she went for my neck and ears, running her fingers through my hair. I was squirming.

It was time for me to take control. I grabbed her, flipping her off of me. I got her pinned face down and went to work. I placed kisses on her back, lightly trailing my fingers around also. She was almost panting, she was so turned on. I began to think that this was not new to her. I flipped her over in one motion, mounting her, and going for her neck. I pinned her arms above her head and went for her nipples that were begging to be sucked. I nipped and sucked till they were purple.

She was begging for release, if she only knew what I had in store for her, she wouldn’t be. I kissed down her belly and nuzzled her well-trimmed pubic hair. I started by just running my tongue up and down her slit avoiding her clit, then suddenly nipping at it. She jumped, and then I got my fingers involved, working 1 and then 2 into her very wet hole. She was very tight but I worked into a quick rhythm, giving her first orgasm in mere seconds. She was studdering and dry mouthed.

She sprang away from my fingers and tackled me, going right into a 69 position. Now I knew this was not her first romp with a woman. Her clit was in the perfect place even if she tried bucking my face. I was going to have to concentrate not to cum to soon. One thing I knew for sure, she was headed for a flood on her face.

We were both going fast and furious, having several small orgasms apiece. I felt a monster coming on the way she was working me. I upped my intensity so we could cum together or at least close. I felt it building and prepared for the earth to shake. I buried my face deep in her pussy and let loose spraying her in the face, which caused her to do a smaller version to me.

She had lit a fire under me so I flipped her over and started dry humping her as I reached for the edge of the mattress and grabbed her dildo that I knew would be there. I shoved it in her pussy and fucked the shit out of her with my hand on her clit. I made her cum 10 times before I stopped. She was on the verge of passing out.

I laid down beside her and waited for her to calm down. “So how long have you been with women.”

“How did you know?”

“No new sex partner goes for 69 like you did.”

She blushed and said,”I heard you were good in bed and your tongue was magic. I also knew that you had been hurt so I took the shy approach. I have one more question; can we have a threesome now?”

“Male or female”

“My informant.”

That meant one of my sex partners, so I nodded approvingly. Her fiancé walked in with a woman escorted on his arm. “Oh yeah, he wants to watch.”

My jaw was on the bed. It was someone I hadn’t had sex with in awhile as she had been in another state. I crawled off the bed and kissed her passionately. I threw Jaycee on the bed and got right to work with my tongue.

All of a sudden, I felt something sliding into my pussy and it wasn’t real. I was being fucked doggie style while eating. Very shortly, I came so violently that I pushed the dick right out of my pussy as the pussy I was eating came. They grabbed me and threw me down. Jaycee went for my pussy requesting a flood. Kasey kissed me and then climbed on my face. The faster my pussy was worked, the harder I went at the one on my face.

“Anyone who wants to see a flood better get in position.”

All 3 came close and I sprayed them all, and then passed out. I came to with a girl in each arm. I kissed them both. I tried to speak but they stopped me. We layed there in the quiet, drifting off to sleep.

The following week arrived and went fairly uneventfully. Well, other than the fact that my feet didn’t touch the ground until Thursday or so.

Joann and I did manage to meet up at the apartments gym but she was way behind on her work after her breakup and I had several projects to focus on at work. As we were working out a couple of stair climbers to nowhere I asked her if she wanted to hang with me and some friends Friday night.

“Sure,” she said. “Especially if its anything like last Friday night!”

We both laughed at our little secret and that gleam returned to Joann’s eyes. I felt flush all over my chest and face and it wasn’t from the workout! After our workout I told her I would call her tomorrow and we went our separate ways.

I soaked the day away with one of my world famous lavender baths. I reflected on last Friday nights debauchery. I smiled and sighed as I felt my nipples harden at the thought of it all. Thinking or the barriers I had crossed seemed to get my juices flowing again.

I grabbed my waterproof vibe that was always near my tub. It was multispeed but for now I left it on low speed and slowly lowered it to my now excited clit.

My free hand involuntarily went up to my left nipple. Feeling the hardness there, my mind flashed back to Joann’s nipples. The feeling of them in my hands incredible. In my mouth indescribable. The fact that I could flick them with my tongue was a captivating thought. They had to be twice the size of mine! I loved mine even more now thanks to her.

I skillfully fired the vibrator to a higher level with one hand and slowly slid it down between my lips and into my pussy. I closed my eyes to see Joann’s entire hand inside me up to her wrist. Never had I been penetrated so completely. I never would have believed I could be penetrated like that.

The vibe found my G-spot and I instantly saw stars before my closed lids. I enjoyed the moment. After the climax subsided I stood up to towel myself off. Looking at my naked body in the full length mirror next to the tub I couldn’t believe how horny I still was.

As I wrapped my hair in a towel it occurred to me that prior to last weekend I hadn’t had sex in several months. As a matter of fact I had neglected to even take but a few solo missions.

The past week at work had been rigorous but every night I had rediscovered myself and my toy closet. I had come every night and sailed through the week without to much stress.

Feeling very refreshed from my workout and my bath (or maybe it was my orgasm) I slid into some luxuriant silk jammies and headed for the living room.

I had several reports to review before tomorrows third and final presentation of the week. If we made this deal my place in the company would be set. If not I hated to think what would happen to the local branch. A lot was riding on this potential sale.

Maceo was not a happy cat. Due to my busy schedule this week he had been mostly ignored. He scooted up next to me on the couch and lay down against my leg. Not even looking at me.

I grabbed a remote and turned on the stereo. I got back up to grab a beer and Maceo looked at me like he was disgusted. He stood up and leapt off the couch. I watched him saunter down the hallway.

The CD player was on random and as Neil Young faded Sonic Youth cam on.

I returned to my work taking a long draw off the green bottle of Rolling Rock. I studied stats and figures and options until the numbers started to swim.

I got up turned everything off and headed for the bathroom. I peed, wiped and took off my jammies. Before last week I had never slept naked. Except when I shared my bed with a man. Now though, I didn’t want anything in my way. I probably fucked myself more in the last week than I had in the last year! And that’s including the men I’d been with. It truly had been one fuck of a week I thought to myself.

I slid into bed and turned off the lights. Closing my eyes Joann’s body entered my mind sight. Behind closed lids she was playing with herself. I noticed that everything she did I was doing to myself. My left hand was pinching a nipple. My right had dibs on my clit. Joann was a mirror image and I wondered who was leading who.

Both hands drifted down to our pussies. Frustratingly it wasn’t enough. I reached for my jelly dong van escort on the night stand. It was pink about eight inches and way more man than I had ever slept with in my life.

Returning to my wet swollen pussy lips I noticed my imaginary Joann had a toy too. I also noticed it was much bigger than mine.

I watched Jo insert that enormous cock into her pussy stretching it wide. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. At the same time the balls of my dong bottomed out on my ass. Holy shit, I hadn’t even realized I’d penetrated myself. I was that wrapped up in Jo’s activities.

My pussy was stuffed full and getting fucked good while I watched Jo get more of the same. Her face was ecstatic. So full of lust. Still thumbing my clit as I fucked myself I quickly rushed toward another orgasm. As I came I screamed out Jo’s name. And I heard her calling mine too. Very strange. Very satisfying too.

I drifted of to sleep.

I awoke early the next morning by rolling over into a cold wet spot. My own of course. I took a quick shower, got into those god damned hose and the rest of my clothes and headed off to work. Last nights adventure forgotten.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jo Jo.”

“Hey, J, how did the presentation go?”

“Well, my boss said I knocked it out of the park. And everybody was hugging me and high fiving me after the clients left.”

“J, that’s great! Are you gonna go out and celebrate tonight?”

“Oh hell yeah, I’m gonna party like a rock star,” I laughed. “Anyway, I got the last half of the day off and I went shopping, come on over in a while. I got you something too,” I said.

“Okay, how about 7:00,” she asked.

“Sounds good, now I’m off to take one of Jen’s world famous lavender baths,” I giggled.

“Mmmmm that sounds delicious. Maybe you could give me one some time!”

“Definitely,” I purred.

“Okay, then I’ll see you around 7:00.”

“Can’t wait,” I told her before we hung up.

“Doors unlocked,” I yelled.

“What’s up, J,” Jo asked.

“Come on,” I answered, leading her down the hallway towards my bedroom.

“Ooooo I like this already,” she laughed.

“Shut up, slut!” We both laughed. It was good to carry on a somewhat normal friendship I wasn’t looking for a relationship. And I surely didn’t think I was ready to jump the fence and join the other team.

Figuring I was about to be up for a big promotion I had spent way to much money on outfits for the both of us.

“Oh, J, you shouldn’t have,” she exclaimed. She held up the white and black paisley lace shirt. I handed her the super short black stretch mini and she looked at me. “Can I even squeeze into this?”

I laughed and pulled out a very sexy matching bra and panty set for her that I had picked up at Victoria’s Secret.

“Oh shit,” I said, “here.” I handed her a glass of wine. “I hope you like it.” I took the other glass and we toasted in silence.

“Mmmmm, it’s perfect,” was all she said.

Smiling, I suggested we start getting ready for the night out. I had known that I didn’t need to do all these things for Joann, but last Friday ended up being as much about me as it had been about her. Besides, I figured it would be another excuse to get to see her naked!

Jo’s clothes were on the floor in a pile with her panties on top. Maceo crawled out from under the bed and curled up right on top of those panties.

“Look ,J, it would seem your not the only one in this apartment who wants in my panties,” she laughed. She’d seen me staring at her naked body as we dressed and now she winked at me knowingly.

She looked just as good in her clothes as she had out of them and I was glad I’d gotten her something so revealing. We left Maceo sleeping in Jo’s panties and headed for the living room. I called a cab while Jo poured us both another glass of wine. We drank wine and kissed while waiting for our chariot to arrive and whisk us away to my favorite hangout.

As we entered the smokey confines of JEN-ERICS Pub hand in hand I dragged Jo back to our normal spot where some of my friends were already imbibing.

Eric called me up to sing but I waved him off. I needed to introduce Jo to everyone. Besides, he always calls me Jenna, he knows that gets my goat but his wife’s name is Jen too so in order escort van to avoid confusion he always uses my full first name.

Drinks were on the way. A glass of wine for Jo and a UV Blue and lemonade for me. Finally, we all settled in to catch up on each others week. The group accepted Jo like she’s been one of us forever. I felt good about that. And it was obvious at least a couple of the guys had their eyes on her.

We all took turns singing until Jo was the only one left to hit the stage. After some serious coercing she finally got on stage but she wouldn’t tell us what she was going to sing.

She sung a very sultry version of “Shadowboxer” by Fiona Apple. She was oozing sex by the end of the song and everyone there went nuts. Her eyes never left mine while she sang the song. I was hypnotized and wet. And for the second time trembling in her presence.

Others in the crowd took their turns as did some from our group but no one could hold a candle to Joann that night. She sang Joan Osborne and Janis Joplin too. Was there anything this woman couldn’t do I wondered.

Needless to say none of us could remember when we’d had so much fun.

Guys were hitting on Joann all night and she genuinely seemed to be having the time of her life. She danced the night away with anyone who asked. She did a sexy grind on me and I could feel her wetness on my thigh. We danced and partied the night away right into the early morning.

At last call I called us a cab and we enjoyed our last drink and said our goodbyes for the night.

We left the bar just as we’d entered, hand in hand and climbed into our cab. We kissed the whole ride home. Our driver was seriously distracted the whole way home. When we got to my apartment he told us not to worry about the fare but we tipped him well anyway.

I fumbled for my keys somehow managed to get the lock open and we fell through the door laughing about the cabbies obvious astonishment. I threw my shit on the table and headed for the kitchen.

Coming back into the living room I saw Joann rubbing herself lewdly through her silk G-string. Opening her eyes she patted the couch next to her. I grinned, sat down and handed her a beer.

We sat there enjoying our beers for the moment when Joann began to unbutton her black and white lace blouse. With her thumb and forefinger she gracefully unfastened her bra in the front and proceeded to spill between her swollen breasts.

“Oh my,” I said having watched all of this lustily, “you seem to have had a little accident. Can I help you with that?”

Before waiting for an answer I leaned in to lick the spilled beer pooled in her navel then all the way up to her neck. The beer mixed with her sweat and perfume to create a heady mix that was only rivaled, I knew, by the taste of her pussy.

Unable to control myself now, I placed my hands on her shoulders. In one easy move I slid her blouse and bra off her shoulders and pushed her onto her back on the couch. Not removing her blouse all the way left Joann with her arms trapped at her sides. This was okay because I wanted to have my way with Jo tonight. Not that she minded but I do like to be in control sometimes.

“I’ve barely been able to concentrate this week thanks to you,” I whispered into her ear.

I gently straddled her and my miniskirt slid right up my ass allowing me to grind against her. I worked my way from her ear down her neck then back up to kiss her full on the lips. I bit her lower lip playfully and moved back down to her other ear.

“Seeing how you’ve distracted me for a whole week I think it’s only fair that I return the favor,” I told her.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as if she was enjoying being a little submissive. Her eyes were closed and her breath was ragged.

“You see, I know last weekend you were a naughty little girl, weren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” she breathed.

“You seduced a sweet little girl who came over to be with you in your time of need didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes…I…I’m so sorry,” she said in a sexy little girl voice.

I had role played with men in the past and even by myself but hearing that little girl voice sent me over the edge.

Still grinding my pussy on her thigh I attacked her sweet and salty tits. I couldn’t remember ever being van escort bayan this turned on before.

I was closing in on an orgasm. I reached out and grabbed a beer. Pouring the cold liquid on her hot nipples was amazing. She squealed.

“Now look what you’ve done,” I said angrily. Raising to my knees and getting between her legs. I raised her legs over her head and swatted her ass. Smack!

Damn did that sting, I thought. My hand was on fire but it was nothing compared to my pussy when Joann screamed, “Ow, Mommy!”

My stinging hand leapt for my clit and started to rub it through my panties. I grabbed the zipper on the side of Joann’s miniskirt and pulled on it. I brazenly yanked on her g-string too.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered, “I’m so sorry. Mommy’s sorry baby.”

seeing her glistening pussy and the red hand print on her ass aroused me incredibly. My skirt was up around my waist but my panties were still in the way. Failing at removing them gracefully I did still manage to finally get them off.

I scissored our legs so we could grind pussy to pussy and told my little girl how I just wanted her to be a good little girl and not be naughty.

My pussy was on fire and Joann seemed like she was about to cum so I poured even more beer on our clits and lips. Joann did cum then and I ground against her a few seconds more before my hips bucked and I squirted all over Jo’s belly.

Jo’s body relaxed as the tension left her and I slowly moved so as not to spill my cum off her belly. I stared at it fascinated what I had never done before but now done twice in one week. I got on my knees on the floor beside her and again put my tongue in her navel. This time though I tasted myself not beer. I had sprinkled on her tits too. So of course I had to clean that up as well.

I helped Jo up and she finished removing her blouse and bra. By now it was pretty late (or actually very early) so I grabbed my “little girl” and off we went to bed.

Soon enough we were in each others arms and I very happily fell asleep.

I woke up some time later to find Joann between my legs. She was sucking on my clit like it was a miniature dick. The moonlight coming through the patio’s sliding door showed me those twinkling eyes looking up at me.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

“Do you like that, Mommy,” I heard her ask in that little girl voice again.

I was very much awake now.

“Oh yes, baby, but I’ve got to pee,” I said as I started to throw a leg over Jo’s head.

She put her arm up and stopped my leg in mid swing.

“Jo, I’ve really gotta pee!”

“Go ahead and pee, Mommy,” she giggled.

Slowly Joann stuck out her tongue and slid it between my lips and up into me. She was slurping me loudly and her eyes were still twinkling and giggling.

What the fuck is going on, I thought. How have things gotten to this point in the span of one week? Suddenly I was confused but I was also getting eaten out and having trouble thinking clearly.

After a few minutes of consideration I needed to make a decision. I was out of time as my bladder was full. Do I stop this or do I pee? In the next instant I looked down at Jo who was still looking up at me and I let my bladder go.

Jo let out a feral growl, closed her eyes and let my stream of pee splash all over her face. Her mouth was open and she drank whatever she could.

For me? Well I have to admit that her enthusiasm for my pee was exhilarating. I didn’t orgasm but I sure felt like I wasn’t far from it. It was just fucking sexy.

She crawled up and kissed me allowing me to taste my own urine. It was still dripping off her chin and I could feel its warmth on my neck.

This is all so fucking surreal I thought as I drifted off to sleep for the second time of the night.

I woke up in a cold wet bed with sunlight in my eyes and Jo Jo in my arms. I smiled and looked over at my alarm clock.

“Huh? Oh shit!”

“What? What is it, J,” Jo asked sleepily.

“C’mon, we gotta get a shower and get going,” I replied.

“Sounds divine,” she said, not moving.

I went in and turned on the shower. I went back into the bedroom and rolled Jo over into the cold wet spot on the bed.

“Ahhhh,” she screamed. She got up and followed me back into the bathroom.

Seeing those big swollen pussy lips made we want to do only one thing. But I knew we didn’t have the time so I started to soap up her big beautiful C-cups. She sexily returned the favor.

“Jo Jo,” I whined, “we gotta get to the airport and pick up my little sister.”

“Oh yeah,” she grinned.

I guess the most frustrating thing about my getting older is that my dick doesn’t work as well as it used to. I guess it started malfunctioning when I turned 60, I’m 67 now, but my wife didn’t seem to mind all that much because my tongue still worked. My fingers still had magic in them.

But about three years ago I lost my wife after a short battle with cancer. And needless to say I was devastated. I was always supposed to go first. She was much better prepared to live by herself than I was.

And I guess all guys who lose their wives hope that they can find someone that will put up with them. And while I took the appropriate time of mourning, I must admit that I was also thinking about another woman. I put some time into thinking about what I might want, knowing that what I THOUGHT I would want might not be what I got. And I was right!

OK, so I’m shallow. Being 67 years old and knowing that I would not particularly attract any young chicks; I’m a little over weight…OK…maybe a little more than a little, so my doc says…honestly. I also knew that I didn’t want to have someone substantially younger than me in a position to have care for an old man. My wife and I had aged well together and we enjoyed being together, both in life and in the bedroom. And when my dick started being ornery, my oral skills helped us get through that.

So as I was looking around, I really didn’t want anyone that looked like my grandma…even though anyone around my age probably would be a grandma. But there were some women who have aged nicely. My wife certainly had. While she no longer was the 98-pound girl I married, she eventually topped out at around 125 pounds. And while she didn’t like her belly, I loved it. That belly had produced two lovely kids. And those kids had also helped develop some nice boobs, even though gravity had kicked in in her later years. But I loved them too.

Plus, well, how COULD I complain. I mean, I’m twice the man I was when we married. And I don’t mean that in a macho way, I’m just…bigger than I was when we married. While she worried about my weight, she also accepted me the way I was.

So I found myself looking at women who looked like they could be about my age. And as you know, there are all types of women out there. There are many who look like my grandma, but there are also some VERY attractive older women. But how do you meet those attractive women?

Ultimately I am shy. In fact, my wife pursued me until she caught me. I guess that 40 some-odd years hasn’t helped me overcome my insecurities. At 20 I was afraid of rejection and in my 60s, that same fear paralyzed me. My wife always kidded me that I would still be single if she hadn’t aggressively gone after me. And she’s probably right.

And as I said earlier, what I thought I wanted was not what I found. I found that I was better prepared to live by myself than I thought. I was handling it and adjusting. But sexually I was lonely, my hand and online porn not in any way adequate.

I found myself on some porn sites that specialized in “mature” women, but most of those mature women were being screwed by young studs. I certainly was not young OR a stud. But I found myself enjoying watching these older women cumming on a stud’s tongue or cock. Oh, and of course I was beating off to them.

Have you ever googled images of a “naked 60-year-old woman”? It’s pretty interesting. Of course I knew that a 60-year-old woman had more curves than a younger woman for the most part. And were not as tight and maybe had some sagging, and a little thicker. OK, some were MUCH thicker, but being the shallow guy I am, I kind of gravitated to the LESS thicker women. But then, my wife was not that thick and I guess I really was looking for a woman who had a body-type like my wife. That was what I was used to. I found myself much more interested in women that kind of resembled my wife. She was about 5’2″ and of course still cute.

While I still had people who cared about me, I found that I no longer seemed to fit in with all those couples we ran with before. I knew this was normal. Not that I was a threat to any of the men in our group. I knew my place and was not interested siirt escort in any of their women because, well it wouldn’t be right, right?

And our next door neighbors, Bill and Jan, still went out of their way to keep in touch with me. They would periodically invite me to any party they would have. There would be times when we would just sit back on one of our patios and have a drink together. Bill still regularly invited me to play golf with him. They stayed friends, even though the relationship changed.

And I noticed that when Bill and I played golf together, when I got home my house seemed to be a little cleaner. I knew they had a key that we gave them years ago, like we had a key to theirs…just in case. I never said anything, but I knew what was happening. I mean, I’m not a slob, but I’m also not a woman. I remember when my wife was fussing about cleaning the house I always thought it looked great. But a woman cleans different than a man. Right?

Now, while I was retired, Bill was still working, and Jan had retired from her teaching job three years before. Both Bill and Jan were 62.

Jan was one of those attractive 62-year-old women. She was a little taller than my wife and she had joined a gym after she retired and she was in pretty good shape for her age. Not that I was interested in Jan. She was married. To my good friend.

But one day I was enjoying the sun on my patio, with a large caffeine-free Diet Coke, when Jan yelled over if I wanted some company. I waved her over.

Jan was a very forward woman, not afraid to speak her mind, so we had had some pretty frank discussions about my change of life. She knew I might be interested in finding someone after being alone for three years, but she wasn’t one to try to match-make. And I appreciated it. I had fought off the “casserole ladies” that showed up soon after my wife died, but Jan knew that I might be ready. But what she said next floored me. “Your wife told me something very interesting about you,” she said.

“Oh?”

“Yes,” She looked me right in the eye. “She said,” she hesitated, “that you are very good in the oral department.” Her face got red.

At first I was confused about what she meant. Then I got it. And I got red. “Oh.” What do you say to that? ‘Yeah, I’m really good at licking pussy’? This was Jan, OUR very good friend. She was married to my golfing buddy! I would think this conversation was inappropriate. I couldn’t believe that my wife would tell her something like that.

“She really said that?”

“Yes, we were talking about the problems that Bill was starting to have. The same problem you have.”

It’s hard talking to a woman about not getting hard.

“Bill is not any good in that department,” she went on. “And I miss it.”

Silence.

Finally….”Um.” My mind was blank.

“Was she lying?”

“Um”…..finally I managed to get something out. “Shirley and I very much enjoyed our oral sex.”

“Did you do it much?”

“Well, in the last couple of years that’s all we did. I didn’t work so well.” I think she knew what I was talking about.

“Uh huh.”

More silence. Should I be ending this conversation?

“Do you miss it?”

“Yes, I miss her. But you also need to know that she wouldn’t reciprocate.”

“Really? How come?”

“I’m not totally sure. She said it hurt her mouth, she didn’t like the smell. And she never really learned how.”

“Really? She never learned the joys of sucking cock?”

Did she really say cock? That nice next door lady, Jan? “Bill never liked licking my pussy.”

Pussy? Yes, she said that. This conversation was deteriorating. But interesting. Where was she going with this?

“Where are you going with this?” I asked.

Now she looked embarrassed. “Well…I’ve never cheated on Bill,” she said quietly. “But Bill and I have not had sex in almost six months and I was thinking that maybe we could, um….well, you might could…or…maybe you’d like to try to lick my pussy. I need some relief. Would that be cheating?”

I was dumbfounded. THAT I never expected. Not from Jan! But I guess when you siirt escort bayan get desperate…..

“Jan, I don’t know what to say. Needless to say I miss Shirley…and I miss giving her pleasure. I have to tell you that I don’t know that I’m good at licking….pussy…but I DO think that Shirley liked what I did. But I’ve never done it with anyone else.”

“Well, I can tell you that she did. She told me so.”

I looked at her closely. She was certainly attractive. Nice boobs…I have seen her in a bathing suit. I always thought she had a nice butt…um…ass. I THINK I could give her pleasure. But should I?

“What would Bill think?”

“Bill wouldn’t have to know,” she smiled.

I looked at her some more. “Would you be naked?”

She got red again. “Yes, if you want me to be naked.”

I smiled. Yes, I would like to see Jan naked. “Would you suck my…cock?”

“In a minute…if you wanted me to,” she smiled. “I miss that also. I know what’s going through your mind right now. No, I was not a virgin when we got married. So….I’ve had some experience in that department.” This conversation certainly is getting interesting.

“It might take some work to get me hard.” I could take a blue pill. I still had some, but they take a little while for them to work…if she wanted to do it now. I figured that that as long as this conversation was going on right now, this might be a good time to try it…before we had second thoughts. I was already feeling a stirring.

“I could get you hard,” she smiled. “Would you be naked?”

“Would you like me to be?”

“Yes.”

“I would like you to be naked too.”

And we sat there for a bit, looking at each other…thinking.

“What about ground rules?” I couldn’t believe I was asking about ground rules when we were talking about licking each other’s…genitals.

Jan thought a minute. “No falling in love,” she laughed a nervous laugh. “I still love Bill and would not want to mess that up. And no screwing. THAT would be cheating.” She smiled an ironic smile.

“I agree. Just this once?”

“We’ll see,” she smiled a wicked smile.

This could get interesting. I was retired, she was retired. Bill worked full time. We lived right next to each other. What could go wrong…if we were careful.

“When?” I asked.

“I’m ready now.”

“Where?”

She thought for a minute. “I think probably your place. I wouldn’t want our house to smell like sex,” she laughed.

We sat looking at each other. I was mentally undressing her. But I had a feeling I would be seeing her naked real soon.

I stood up and offered my hand. She took it and stood. I turned and led her into my house and upstairs to my bedroom. Shirley and I had made love in here any times. But now she was gone.

I turned to her. Then began to unbutton my shirt. She smiled and began doing the same. We watched each other intensely as we each undressed. She was certainly a fine looking woman and she was undressing…for me.

Getting out of pants is not always graceful and in a minute we were both giggling. It broke the tension. When we were both in our underwear I moved to her and took her in my arms. We didn’t kiss. Maybe that would be too…intimate. I laughed to myself. I’m going to lick her most intimate places. That would be pretty intimate. But she felt good.

I reached behind her and began to unhook her bra. When it was unhooked she stepped back. She slowly lowered her bra. She had nice boobs, not really big with just the slightest sag. I smiled as I took her boobs in.

She reached for her panties and I reached for my briefs. We lowered them together. I had a hardon. I was pleased…and relieved. And I was looking at only the second naked woman that I had ever seen…live. And Jan seemed very comfortable with me looking at her. It took many years for Shirley to be comfortable being naked like that in front of me.

Her pussy was trimmed nicely. I could see that she was wet already. She was looking at my cock. “Is that for me?” she asked.

“Well, I’m looking at a very good looking naked woman. What do you think?”

“I’m escort siirt impressed. And honored.”

I took her hand and led her to the bed and laid her down in the middle of it. I let my hand drag over her boobs. Her nipples were very hard. She flinched. I leaned down and kissed her nipples, one after the other. I started licking them. She gave out a huge sigh.

I let my hand slide down her body to her pussy. She spread her legs for me and I felt her hand reach for my cock. I slowly rubbed her pussy lips as she started to stroke my cock. Her hand felt so good. Shirley would sometimes rub my cock but she would never really get into it. Jan knew how to stroke a cock.

With Shirley I would always need to wet her pussy as she got older but Jan’s pussy was soaking. I think she was as excited as I was.

I wanted to taste it. So I kissed down her belly to just above her pussy. Then I slipped down the bed to kneel between her legs, making her lose her grip with my cock. I didn’t care, because I knew I was going to give her a very big orgasm. And I was sure she would reciprocate.

I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up slightly, looking up at her face. She had her eyes closed and was rubbing her tits.

“Please,” she whispered.

I started to lick her pussy lips. She sighed a huge sigh. “I’ve been wanting this for so long,” she whispered.

“Just enjoy.”

And she did. I enjoyed teasing her, getting her close and backing off. Jan had a very large clit when it finally came out. And she really liked when I licked it. But I kept alternating, from her lips, to her wet slit, to her clit, bringing her higher and higher. After a while I found it hard to hold onto her ass as she kept humping my face, moaning loudly.

Finally, she said between gritted teeth, “Make me cum. Please, make me cum!”

So I concentrated on her clit as she raised up her ass, trying to get close to my tongue. Her head was back and she was panting, moaning. Her belly raised up and she kind of twisted to her right side.

“Oh….OH! Ahhhh, So good…so long….I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna CUMMMM!!!

And then she came. Hard. She wrapped her thighs around my head and I couldn’t move, couldn’t lick her anymore. But I rubbed her ass and let her finish her cum.

It took her a while to come down from her orgasm. She finally looked down at me and smiled. “That was awesome! Now it’s your turn. Switch.”

So we did. And she was a great cock sucker. She really enjoyed what she did. And for my first blow job, well, what can I say? It was much more than I had expected. I loved making Shirley cum, and of course loved making Jan cum, so I understood the joy Jan was having as she sucked my cock. But for me…it was much hotter and enjoyable than I would have imagined. I would often watch Shirley as she came and wonder what that would feel like. And now I was beginning to understand. Finally, I was pleading for Jan to make ME cum.

And then I came. And she didn’t release my cock. She took everything I had. And it was exquisite.

It takes old folks a lot longer to recover. And from an orgasm like that…the most intense orgasm of my life, I was worthless for a while, trying to catch my breath.

Jan slipped up next to me and we cuddled for a while. “How was it?” she asked.

“You had to ask?” I laughed. “Like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. You?”

“Well, I loved sucking your cock, but that orgasm you gave me? It was amazing. Shirley was right. You’re good.”

“So are you.”

This was only the second naked woman I had every touched, cuddled with, but it felt right. But I also knew she belonged to someone else. And I didn’t want to ruin that. But while we were cuddling, she was lightly stroking my cock, and believe it or not, it was responding. And she noticed.

“Again?” she asked.

“It doesn’t seem like I’m totally through.”

So she climbed up on me, in the 69 position, and lowered her pussy to my face and took my cock in her mouth. She came three more times before she got me off again.

When Shirley came she was very quiet. Jan was not. You could hear her orgasm building and she was not at all shy about expressing what she was feeling. With Shirley I would have to guess what she wanted. With Jan, I did not. She would eagerly tell me how I was doing and what she wanted. I loved that!

As I watched her get dressed I wondered if this would ever happen again.

Author’s note:

This is a follow-on story from Cougar Adventures and a few of the characters from my original story make an appearance again.

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Cougar Games

Part I

Mrs Jones got married, darlings! You didn’t think it would ever happen did you?

Well, my new husband is sixty-five years old. Yes sixty-five. Oh, don’t look so shocked. His name is Robert and he was my gardener!

It turns out that Robert is stinking rich. Isn’t it just delightful how an ordinary person roaming in your midst is actually a secret millionaire? Well, once I found out this news, of course I said yes. We all want to be a kept woman, don’t we?

Robert is well aware of my preference for younger men and in fact has offered to turn a blind eye to my shenanigans. It also transpires that Robert is gay. He told me in the strictest of confidence. He still hasn’t plucked up courage to share this with his close family and friends, except for his son.

Speaking of son, did I mention that Robert’s son, Jason is an absolutely gorgeous specimen of a man? At thirty, I suppose he is a little bit older than the ones I usually train, but my God, he is delicious.

I think Jason got all his good looks from his father. Tall, broad shoulders, strong back and legs. Very blue eyes. When I saw him, I asked myself, “Is it ok to fuck one’s own stepson?” I suppose legally he is my stepson, but in reality, my marriage is only for appearances, so I suppose he isn’t really my step anything, is he?

When I met Jason for the first time, I felt a frisson of excitement and tingling in my pussy. We all know what that means!

Jason himself did not seem immune to my charms. When I reached over to give him an enormous welcome hug, I felt something else that was enormous hit my stomach. My God, I practically wet my panties. It was all I could do not to grind myself against him.

When we parted, he had a look of shock on his face, which I found very endearing. To put the poor boy at ease, I gave him a wink and a gentle squeeze on his strong biceps. Wow, how I’d love those strong arms to pick me up while I wrapped my legs around his waist and he fucked me hard against the wall.

I had to figure out a way to get Jason alone so I could have my wicked way with him. I was positively sure that Robert wouldn’t mind. He was such a good sport.

Part II

My new, wonderful life is now in a huge mansion, with two acres of land in the leafy posh town in the South West of London. We have our own black wrought iron gate and sweeping curved driveway, lined with trees.

Every time I drive through our gates and to our sprawling house, I feel like the queen. The irony that I live with a queen has not passed me by, darling.

How did a gay man ever spawn a delightful, handsome, heterosexual man you may ask? I did put this question to Robert and he sheepishly admitted that he slept with a woman once, just to see what it was like. Georgina was someone he knew from school. They liked each other and she knew he was gay, but was happy for him to experiment with her. Nine months later, out popped Jason.

As I said before, Jason knows that Robert is queer. He is rather indifferent to it all. I mean once you’ve seen your father in a dress, heels and make-up, nothing else can surprise you, can it (this was at the age of four, when Jason walked in on Robert and caught him in his finery). Yes, Robert is gay and enjoys dressing up like a woman. I’m sure there’s a special term for that, but no one likes to be labelled, do they?

So here I now lie, lounging by our outdoor pool, which is double the size of my previous one. Robert is busy tending to the gardens. It is very similar to my life at my old house.

I am enjoying the sun in my itsy bitsy, black bikini, when who should suddenly appear, as if by magic, but my darling son Jason. Oh yes, you’re right, he is not technically my son, but since I have never had children of my own, I do love calling him “son”.

“My darling,” I cooed when I saw him. “Do come and give mummy a kiss.” I waved him over frantically.

He was standing quite far away, at the opposite end of the pool, tall and motionless. His hands were thrust in his jeans. His white t-shirt looked lovely against his tanned skin and dark hair. He looked petulant and moody, which I found quite arousing.

“Come on, what are you dithering for?” I continued to wave at him.

His face was so serious. I needed to inject some fun into his life. His job as a Project Manager in an Engineering company was sucking the life out of him.

I watched him move slowly and cautiously towards me.

“Good morning, Mrs Jones,” he said formally.

“Dear Lord, boy!” I said. “I’m not Mrs Jones anymore and I’ve already told you, you can call me mummy.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re not my mother. We are not related in any shape or form,” he spat out.

I gasped at the hostility, “Goodness me, young man. You are positively rude. If you’re not careful, I’ll give you a damn good spanking. sinop escort Now bend down and give me a kiss.”

Reluctantly and apprehensively, Jason leaned down as though he had been asked to kiss a viper.

His mouth was oh so close to my cheek and at the very last second, I turned my head and his lips landed on mine.

He leapt back as though electrocuted his eyes wide in shock.

“Oops, sorry, dear boy.” I wasn’t sorry at all.

He stormed off in a huff and I admired his perfect buttocks in his tight jeans.

Such a delectable body, but if only I could get it naked and underneath me.

Part III

That evening, during dinner with Robert, we had a serious heart to heart.

“Robert darling, do you think Jason is gay too?” I asked.

He burst out laughing and nearly spat out the piece of chicken that he had been chewing .

“No dear, of course not. What on earth made you think that?”

I couldn’t possibly tell my husband that his son was spurning my advances could I?

“Well, darling he never talks about girls and has never brought a girlfriend home to see us. Does he date, do you think?”

“He’s fine, love. Just a bit shy around women, I think. He’s had a few girlfriends over the years. Trust me, my son is one hundred percent as straight as your hair, after you’ve run your GHD hot irons over them.”

“I do love it when you talk hair and make-up, darling. Shall we have a pamper evening? We can paint each other’s nails and do our make-up together. You need more practice.”

Robert looked over at me with a huge smile and a wink. “Yes, that would be lovely.”

Gosh, it was truly marvelous having my own gay best friend, who also happened to be my husband. I just needed to sort out our son.

Part IV

The very next day, I called Jason,

“Hello darling, it’s me, your mother.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line and I could feel his apprehension through my phone.

Through gritted teeth, I heard him say, “I’ve told you before, you are not my mother. I already have one.”

“There, there now pet, don’t be so hostile,” I said soothingly. “There is nothing wrong with having two mother figures in your life.”

“What do you want, Mrs Jones?” he asked in a rather annoying and sarcastic tone.

“Darling, I wanted to ask if you’d like to come over for lunch this Sunday, with your father and I. We would love to spend more time with you. I can make your favourite – beef casserole.”

“That’s not my favourite,” he replied curtly.

“What is your favourite meal then, poppet? I’ll cook it for you. I’m quite the masterchef you know,” I boasted.

“Beef Wellington,” he answered reluctantly.

“Oh what a coincidence, darling! That is one of my specialities and favourite dishes. We have so much in common already. Come round about midday?”

“Fine. I’m only doing this for dad. I know he likes you a lot and I want to keep the peace,” he said.

“How positively civilised. Thank you for all your efforts, darling. I look forward to seeing you Sunday. Please don’t be late. You know how I love good manners in a young man.”

“I…”

I cut him off and smiled to myself in glee. Let the cougar games begin.

Part V

The week past by in a blur of sunbathing and shopping with Robert. I hadn’t had a decent fuck in over three weeks and I was feeling terribly horny.

Robert, bless him felt awful for me. I do get a bit ratty when I am not serviced regularly and the poor dear was getting the short end of the stick.

At one point, when I yelled at him for brushing my hair too roughly, he even suggested calling an escort agency and helping me choose a nice young man (one for him too). It was oh so temping, but I was holding out for someone more delicious. I didn’t have the heart to tell dear Robert it was his own son I wanted between my legs.

On Sunday, I pulled out all the stops to cook Jason a scrumptious meal. I was rushing around the kitchen like a busy bee; seasoning beef, rolling pastry, slicing apples to make a crumble and rubbing flour to butter for the topping.

Robert kept popping in from the garden to watch me with a delighted smile on his face.

“It makes me so happy, my dear to see you take such a interest in Jason. You are such a good stepmother to him. I am sure he will appreciate all this wonderful food.” He came over and gave me a platonic peck on the cheek.

“Oh my darling man, Jason is the sweetest young boy. I would do anything for him,” I smiled back at my best friend.

Inside I was in a slight turmoil about my ulterior motives, but at the end of the day, a woman cannot control her natural urges, can she?

The table was set, the beef wellington in the oven and I was dressed to the nines in a pretty pale blue summer dress. It had a very low cut top to show my ample cleavage, was nipped in at the waist and flowing just above my knees. It was a beautiful silk number and I thought it matched Jason’s eyes quite beautifully.

“You sinop escort bayan look stunning, dear,” said Robert when he saw me, “if you were my size, I’d ask to borrow that dress,” he winked at me.

I giggled coquettishly and went over to give him a big hug. He really was one of a kind.

The doorbell rang at exactly midday. I do love a young man who was so punctual. I rushed to the door and threw it open, my arms wide for a hug.

Jason stood there, looking so handsome and serious. He made my insides melt.

He was clutching a bunch of dusky pink roses and was standing straight as a pillar.

“These are for you,” he said, thrusting the flowers into my chest.

“Oh, dear boy! I am so pleased to see you. Thank you for the divine flowers. Pink is my absolute favourite colour. This shade matches the exact colour of my nipples,” I said seductively at him and took the flowers.

His jaw dropped and his eyes looked straight at my generous bosom, my creamy cleavage on perfect display.

“Don’t just stand there, come in, come in so I can give you a proper hug.”

I ushered him in and held my arms wide to allow him to step into them.

He looked like a man ready to shoot himself. His face looked quite petrified.

I took matters into my own hands and went in to envelope him in my womanly body. He felt hard all over and I mean all over.

I sighed and closed my eyes enjoying the moment. My hand still holding the roses was on his back, but my other hand snaked down to touch his firm buttock and pull him closer to my warm pussy.

I wanted to stand like that forever, but someone was clearing their throat behind us. I dropped my hands reluctantly and stepped back.

“Hi dad,” said Jason.

Part VI

“Son!” greeted Robert. “Good to see you again! Come and give your old man a hug.”

Jason walked over to his father and gave him a generous hug. I felt quite envious at how demonstrative he was with his dad. If only, he could loosen up for me.

“Look at the beautiful flowers Jason bought me, love. I do adore this pink shade. It reminds me of something quite tasty,” I said looking pointedly at Jason.

The poor boy’s face was starting to turn its own shade of pink and he wouldn’t look me in the eyes.

“Pass them over here. I’ll arrange them in a vase,” said Robert.

We all filtered into the warm kitchen, with the delightful smell of beef wellington in the oven.

“Lunch will be ready very soon, my dears. Why don’t you go and get us all a drink, Jason? You know where everything is.”

I busied myself getting all the food ready, steaming some lovely seasonal vegetables, mashing potato and then slicing the beef wellington.

Meanwhile, Robert had arranged the roses in a pretty vase and Jason had poured us all a glass of white wine. It was all so cosy and I felt warm and tingly all over.

The men helped me carry the food into the dining room and I made sure I was sitting right next to Jason and up close so that our chairs were touching. He was still doing his utmost to ignore me.

As Robert served the food, I turned to Jason and touched his arm, “Darling, how is everything going at work? You don’t talk much about it. Is everything alright?”

“It’s fine, Mrs Jones,” he answered.

“How long have you been there now? Are there any prospects for promotion?” I enquired, ignoring the fact that he had called me ‘Mrs Jones’ again.

“Three years and I was promoted last year.”

Gosh it was like pulling teeth. He was so difficult to talk to.

“Do you like what you do, darling? Is it interesting work?” I tried again to draw him out.

“It’s fine, Mrs Jones,” he repeated again.

A loud clang rang out and we both looked up and saw that Robert had deliberately dropped his knife and fork on his plate. He looked quite angry.

“Listen son, I don’t know why you have such a bad attitude towards Celia here, but I insist you stop calling her Mrs Jones. At the very least, call her by her name or even ‘mother’ is fine with us both. You have been quite rude to her since she became part of our family,” he said passionately.

“It’s alright, darling Robert….”

There was a heavy pause when no one said a single damn thing and it was most awkward. Robert’s speech was quite beautifully delivered and I felt an outpouring of love for this special man.

Jason broke the silence. “You’re right, dad. I do apologise moth…Celia,” he turned to look me straight in the eyes, for the first time that day. His lips were pressed in a tight line.

My word, he had the most vivid, fiery blue eyes. I wanted to drown in them.

I leaned into him, pressing my ample bosom against his arm.

“It’s quite alright, darling. Let bygones be bygones eh? We will soon be the best of friends. I just know it.”

I smiled back at him, giving him my one hundred mega-watt smile that has had many young men quiver in excitement.

His expression however remained quite cautious, escort sinop although I also saw a small spark of something fire up in his eyes. My, my I knew exactly what that spark was and smiled gleefully to myself as we continued our lunch in a comfortable silence.

Part VII

“Egad!” I shouted loudly. I looked with dismay at the wall calendar in the kitchen. Six weeks! Six dreadfully long weeks since I’ve had a good seeing to by a young man. This was the longest dry spell I had every suffered and by God, I was suffering.

Robert came running quickly into the kitchen from the lounge.

“What is it, darling? What happened?” His face was a picture of concern. “You gave me a fright, with your loud wail.”

“Nothing, nothing. I just need a good shag, darling. My insides are drying up from under-use and I’m becoming very irritable, as you know. I can’t bear this celibacy.”

“Oh dear. Can I do anything to help?” he asked kindly.

Yes, I thought. Get your son to give me a good seeing to. But of course I didn’t say that, did I?

“Well darling, you know those two lovely lads who took over some of your gardening, jobs? Liam and Brad? I think I should give one of them a call. I’m desperate for a fuck. You don’t mind, do you?” I asked.

“No darling, of course not. They are quite fine specimens. I wish they were gay, as I’d like to do them both. Go for it. Just let me know what day they are coming so that I can make myself scarce, alright?”

I walked over to give Robert a huge hug and a kiss. He was just the most generous man. How lucky I was to have snagged him.

In my head, I was playing a game of “Eenie, Meenie, Minie Mo” between Liam and Brad. In the end, Liam won and it was deliberate on my part. He was dark haired like Jason and had blue eyes so I did have an ulterior motive to choosing him. I was going to pretend he was Jason, while he was servicing me.

When I called Liam, he was delighted to hear from me and so he should be. The last time I saw him, I had left him hanging and he has not yet had the repeated delight of filling my pussy with his young cock.

Part VIII

I was literally vibrating with excitement. Dear Robert had left for the whole day and with a wink and a cheeky smile, he had said, “Do everything I would do, darling.”

I waved him off. He was going to spend the day at a spa, getting pampered.

I had dressed up a little bit for Liam. Gone were the g-string bikinis. Liam had only ever seen me in those or naked. I wanted to surprise him by actually wearing some proper clothes.

So today I was wearing a lovely v-neck sweater in pink and a short black, tight skirt. My sweater was also tight and showed off my delightful cleavage. No man could resist these beauties, even if I do say so myself.

I hadn’t bothered with underwear. What was the point, it was all going to come off very soon anyway.

The doorbell rang at exactly 11 a.m. Oh good, he was on time. I always loved a man who was punctual.

“Darling Liam,” I said dramatically, when I opened the door, “what a delight you are to my eyes,” I beamed at him.

Liam stood at the entrance to our manor house, looking slightly nervous. He was still ridiculously handsome and sexy. Today, he was dressed in a well-ironed white shirt and black pants. Strange, I thought to myself. He looked a bit like a waiter, but it was much smarter than his gardening outfit.

“Do come in, darling. Why are you hovering on the threshold?”

“Hello Mrs Jones. It’s lovely to see you again. Um, ah, is Robert around?” he asked, his eyes darting from left to right.

“No silly, he’s gone out for the whole day. Don’t worry about him. He knows you’re here and he’s given us his blessing.”

“Oh, right. Ok,” he said, sounding unconvinced.

“Come on through, let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll get you a drink. You look as though you need loosening up.”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hallway and closed the front door with my hip.

“What do you think of my attire, Liam? More clothing than you’ve ever seen me wear before, eh?” I chuckled.

“Yes, Mrs Jones. You look very nice,” he replied politely while looking at me up and down. His eyes lingered a bit longer on my cleavage, which I liked.

We walked through the hallway into the kitchen and the whole time Liam was looking around our house in wonder.

“This place is amazing, Mrs Jones,” he exclaimed.

“I know. Isn’t it a palace fit for a queen or two?” I winked, “that’s why I married Robert, you know. For the money and the fact that he is my gay best friend.”

“Ugh, um,” stuttered Liam, clearly lost for words.

“Don’t fret, Liam dear. Robert is queer and quite proud of it now he has come out to everyone. We have a marriage of convenience,” I exclaimed. “Don’t worry about anything. I only need you for sex.”

Liam was standing, propped up against the island, in the middle of the kitchen. I started walking towards him like a wild cat stalking her prey.

Liam’s face started to flush. Good grief, he was too adorable. These young men got flustered so easily.

“Listen baby, we both know why you are here,” I said leaning into him and putting my hands on his chest. “Let’s just get to it, shall we? My pussy is hot and throbbing and I desperately need your cock inside it.”

You come out of nowhere, like a tiger hidden from sight, seen only when he wants to be seen. Spying your prey you move in for the kill. Medium height, long silky brown hair, a tight shirt and even tighter skirt. Oh yes, she is the one. Slyly and smoothly you slip up behind her and start to move with her. She turns to you and meets your eyes. With your dark and dangerous looks and short sexy black hair, you could charm any girl out of her pants with just one look. Quickly, you fall into beautiful synchronization with each other.

After a while, you look around and see that everyone is distracted by their partner or multiple partners and smile slowly to yourself. You start running your hands over her body slowly, every now and then slipping your thumb or finger under the skin tight edge of her skirt. She laughs and spins around so her back is to you and you wrap one arm around her stomach and pull her tightly against your front. You bury your face in her hair and place light kissed on the sensitive bend at the base of her neck while your free hand runs down one of her thighs. Her head tilts to the side to allow greater access and lifts her arms to run her fingers through your hair. You slide your fingers down to the inside of her thigh and slowly trek back up her leg.

Her legs squeeze together slightly at the light tickle of your fingers as your hand reaches samsun escort the bottom of her skirt. As you trail feather light kisses over her jaw you slip your hand up her skirt and brush her panties and you can feel her legs shake slightly at you touch. You slowly pull her shorter than should be legal skirt up her leg and cup her mound, feeling slight dampness in her panties. As you press the palm of your hand against her mound, your other arm, the one holding her tight against you, slides up her stomach, brushing ever so lightly over her breast, and cups her chin, turning her head towards you and allowing you to take her mouth in a hot and all-consuming kiss. Her hands grip the sides of your head and you can feel her moan but know that no one heard it over the loud pounding music.

As the pulse of the music beats faster, you pull the smooth and very damp silk of her panties to the side and run your finger over her slit. Slowly, smoothly, you slip one finger into her. You feel her body tense at the invasion and her fingers dig into your scalp. In time to the beat of the music, you push your finger in and out of her, and when the beat shifts slightly you add a finger. When you have three fingers pushed deep inside her soaking pussy, you run your thumb over her lips and find her sweet sensitive clit. As you press down and roll escort samsun over it, you feel her tighten and shudder and hear her moan and you smile, knowing she came in the middle of a dance floor.

You pull your fingers from her pussy and, releasing from the kiss, slide your soaking fingers over her lips, a deep, husky “suck” breaths from your lips into her ear and she sucks your fingers clean. You both moan in approval and she drops her head back on your shoulder. As she moves to the slow pulsing beat, she allows you to hold her up. You slide both your arms down around her waist and dance for a few moments. Slowly, so as not to catch any ones unwanted attention, you unwrap your arms grab the hem of her skirt and slide it up until the back slips up over her butt. She inhales at the sudden exposure but doesn’t object. You pull a small pocket knife from your jeans and quickly cut through her panties and pull them off. She looks up at you with curiosity and you lean down to kiss her. You cup the sweet and perfectly smooth cheeks of her butt and pull them gently apart.

Grabbing her hips, you pull her naked ass back against your jean clad erection and feel her grind lightly against you. You reach around and grab one of her hands and place it on your growing cock. You place your hand back on her hip as she gently squeeze and samsun escort bayan rubs your pulsing erection. After a few moments you unzip your jeans and the top button and hear her slight gasp as your cock pops out into her hand. For a few minutes you grit your teeth against her gentle yet skilled hand as it glides from tip to base and teases the tip. As you feel yourself get close to exploding, you pull her hand away and quickly line it up with her dripping hole. She gasps and grabs your wrists. Gripping her hips tightly, you thrust deep and hard into her pussy.

As she opens her mouth to scream, you quickly cover it with your hand, stifling her cry. You allow only a second for her to adjust to you then begin to grind and pound into her to the beat that seemingly pulsates up from the floor. The blessed darkness of the dance floor and the sheer number of people dancing in provocative and alcohol-fueled hazes shield you both from unnecessary attention. In a quick few minutes, you both cum hard. As she sags against you for a second time, you kiss her gently on the head and pull out of her.

Grabbing her ruined panties you quickly wipe off what you can then zip up. You pull her skirt back down and kiss her once more on her neck. “Mmm looking forward to seeing you next weekend. I’ll have a replacement for these for you” you whisper, holding her soiled, bundled up panties up for her to see. And with a small gentle breath on her neck, you disappear into the crowed as quickly as you appeared.

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