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Because she had grown accustomed to me bringing her roses in the morning I wanted to surprise her. I worked late nights and always came home to my woman in the wee hours of the morn. I often stopped at a nearby gas station to grab a rose to leave on her pillow. Cuddled in her bed, a gentle smile always spread across her face as soon as she smelled the soft aroma. Looking at her beautiful smile and the way she wrapped herself in those bed sheets made me want something more. I wanted to unwrap her.

I crept softly around our bedroom so as not to wake her. She knew that I would be coming home around this time, but she likely just expected me to slide in bed behind her and drift on to sleep. Not this time, My Love. I stared at my caramel skin toned, mocha locked wearing, smiling sweet thing. I wanted to unwrap her. I wanted to taste her like she was my after work dessert. And then more.

I silently dropped my bags in the corner, disrobed, and then made my way to my side of the bed. I lifted the covers to see her round ass squeezed into her white boyshorts as she gripped her pillows. I could see the curve of the lips of her vagina pressed to the bottom of her underwear. Wearing only my boxers I slid into bed behind her.

I started by gently caressing her thighs. They were cold, calling for my warmth. I felt her body relax when she felt my touch. I rubbed her legs warming her skin then slid my hands under her shirt to touch her stomach. She purred at my touch on her flesh. I leaned closer to her and gently kissed her shoulder. I then placed my lips on her neck. She crooned amatör porno a velvet soft moan. I slid my hands further up her shirt and found my way to her soft nipples. Her nipples stiffened as I tenderly rolled my fingertips over her areolas. I had in a soft grip on her left breast and then tip-toed my hand down her stomach and inside of her underwear. I could feel the warmth coming from her mound. I felt over the soft hair of her self-proclaimed “happy trail” and couldn’t follow it fast enough. I gently touched her pearl with the tip of my ring finger. Eyes closed, she opened her mouth in a light gasp. I reached my middle finger down to touch the entrance to her sugar walls. She was already deeply wet. I slid my hand out and tasted my love on my fingertips. Ripe and juicy.

I slowly pulled her boyshorts down below her buttocks, and then down to her knees. Her legs kindly obliged, but her eyes still looked to be in a peaceful sleep. Under the cover I crawled my way down to her oh so wet spot. I bit her ass as I got between her legs. A bite followed by a kiss on her left ass cheek. Mmm she tasted like candy. I ran the tip of my tongue over her soft pink asshole and down do the creamy entrance to her pussy. I slid my tongue up to touch her clit and then back down to her warm pussy hole. I sucked on her labia lips from behind. I slurped on her pussy as I drank her juices. I slipped my tongue in and out of her soft womanhood. In and out. In and out. Each glide left my tongue sticky with cream. I loved the taste of my love. She slapped her hand on the bed sheets anal porno in delight to me pleasuring her. Ironically, she stilled looked to be asleep. Either she was playing possum or deep in blissful dream.

I licked my way from her pussy up to her asshole and licked that soft twist between her bottom. She shivered at the sensation. I rubbed on her ass cheeks as I licked her hole. Then went to biting one cheek then the other, kissing, biting, kissing, rubbing. Her ass was so soft it pleasured me just to touch it. My manhood was stiff poking into the bed in wait to be inside her. It was time.

I slid closer to her in a spooning position so that she could feel my stiff manhood pressed between her ass cheeks. I kissed her shoulder passionately gently nibbling on the skin on the nape of her neck. Somewhat instinctively, since her eyes were still closed, she saddled her ass into my pelvic area slowly grinding her ass on my hard wood. I reached down and rubbed my erect tip against her wet pussy. Pressing my arrow against her clit and feeling her tender wetness, I shivered at the sensation. I wanted to be inside her. I rubbed my dick around to find the gentlest way to enter my love. Sliding inside her wet pussy was like diving into a sea of fantasy.

… … …

I stroked in and out of my love queen slowly. She curved her back and received my stroke. Her warm lips locked around my dick, her ass cheeks sheathing my shaft. I was in heaven. Her moans were silk falling into the air and wrapping me in her sensuality, pleading me to stroke deeper. Who ana breakers porno was I to not satisfy my queen? I slid deeper and deeper into her pressing against her sugar walls. Knocking on her door asking her cum to come out and play. A few deep strokes later, who was she to not oblige? I felt her warm creaminess gush onto my dick as I stroked inside her. My queen grabbed a fistful of covers in her orgasm. Her ass bounced as she came. Grabbing her soft breasts, I continued to slide in and out of her. But she stopped me.

She turned her head around to look back at me and used a come-hither finger motion to call my lips to hers. I wanted to taste her lips and she wanted to taste the sweetness of her lips on my lips. We shared a passionate kiss, twirling tongues. She sucked on my bottom lip and then used her lips to pull my tongue into her mouth. She sucked on my tongue as if she was sucking on my manhood. She reached her hand down and grabbed my dick and pulled me out of her pussy. As good as it felt to be inside her I actually didn’t want her to go down on me. Instead, she spat on her hand and rubbed her spit onto my dick. She then rubbed the tip of my dick up and down between her ass cheeks and then pointed me at her asshole. She slid her ass back to receive my dick as I grabbed her waist and pushed inside her. She gasped.

I stroked her deeply, Squeezing and spreading her ass cheeks as I penetrated her. She was awake now. Her moans were getting louder and louder as I pushed into her tight asshole. The light of the sun could be seen yawning its way over the horizon and creeping into our bedroom through our window. With my lips at her ear I whispered to her “Baby, I’m about to cum”. In her sultry siren voice she moaned to me “Come inside.” She pushed her ass back deep onto my dick. We both shivered at the sensation as I came inside her ass. Juicy.

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Jeremy’s Journal: Country Drive

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We were in the middle of summer and the worse heatwave. Everyone Candy and I knew were trying to find new ways to beat the heat. Previously we had found the showering together pleasurable but we needed something new to do together. My uncle had a really nice cottage in the country near to a waterfall that he used once or twice a year so I asked him if I could use it for the long weekend we had coming up. Being family had its perks and after getting the keys from him, I went to Candy’s house to pick her up. She was still packing a small suitcase so I took a peek as to what she was taking for our weekend. I told her not to pack too much clothes because we were in the middle of a heatwave and I wanted her naked as much as possible (to help beat the heat) she laughed but continued her preparations.

The drive would take a few hours but I told her it was worth it. I had been to the cottage before some years before with an ex girlfriend so needless to say I was eager to make some new memories. Once we were on the road and out of the city. I knew exactly what time and which route would have the least amount of cars, it would be the longer route but I had some plans to enact on this drive. We stopped off to fill some petrol and grabbed a few things to eat and drink. As we got further into the country side I began the first step of my plan. Taking off the air conditioning, I told her the country air was better for us. I put my hand out the window and played a game of arm wrestling with the oncoming wind which got a laugh and a question about what I was doing. She chuckled at my explanation but I challenged her to do the same, which she latin sex tapes porno did.

As she continued to keep her hand out the window and playing with the wind I told her that I always enjoyed the feel of the wind against my chest so I took my T-shirt off and then looked at her with a sad look and mentioned how she would never be able to experience the same. I don’t know if she figured out what I was planning but she looked at me with a challenging look and took off her top as well. I loved having her half naked in my car. As I continued to drive I moved my hand over to her breast and I began to massage and fondle them. Her nipples became hard as I gently kneaded them. The road was empty, there was no one around so Candy lifted herself from her seat and lifted one of her tits to my mouth. As we drove, I hungrily licked and sucked every part of her nipples and breast as I could.

Noticing my erection, Candy reached her hand down my pants and grabbed my cock. As she stroked my shaft, I began to unzip her shorts and started to pull them down. She was just as horny as I was on this ghost road so she helped me take her pants off. I was happy that she had lived up to my condition of not wearing underwear because now, my plan had succeeded. I had her fully naked with her tits in my mouth, her hand stroking me to orgasm as I was fingering her wet and slick snatch. I loved hearing her moan, I found it really hard to stay on the road with all these amazing distractions so I slowed down even more.

The road was straight for a few kilometers so I put the car into cruise control and took off my lezbiyen porno shorts. Candy knelt on her seat, her ass in the air and sucked on my dick like a vacuum. I’m not sure who did it and how it happened but soon the roof of the convertible started to retract but I was too busy enjoying the experience of having my cock sucked while driving and Candy was too busy making those wonderful circles around the head of my dick with her tongue to notice either. The heat of the sun, the warmth of the wind and wetness of Candy’s mouth on my dick is a memory that still gets me hard to this day.

As Candy made those slurping and sucking sounds, she tried to see how much of my dick she could fit into her mouth. I used my hand to reach over and find her wet cunt. As my fingers felt her wetness, I flattened my palm and slowly made clockwise circles and then rubbed back and forth a few times before using my middle finger to massage the inside of her vagina. Honestly I wanted to cum, I wanted to reach our destination to fuck her brains out and at the same time I was just enjoying this experience too much. So I asked her to sit and recline her seat a little. I pulled her right leg over between my legs and began to finger her again and she closed her eyes and reached for my dick.

As her hands gripped my cock we unconsciously synched our tempo. While my finger slid in and out of her making that sloshing sound, she was stroking my cock with such force that my balls were bouncing on the seat like basketballs. I really couldn’t help it anymore. I knew we were getting closer to our destination and I could continue driving like liseli porno this for a little while longer but I was so driven by my hormones I pulled the car over. I really didn’t care if there were cars passing I jumped out the car and went around to the passenger side. I pulled Candy out of the car, turned her around, bent her over and lifted one of her legs and just speared her pussy with my penis. She let out a loud gasp/moan and I just started thrusting deeper and harder with every sound she made. I was like an animal that couldn’t process anything other than blind ravenous lust.

She raised her head and I remembered grabbing a handful of her hair and pulled it back until my face was next to hers. I was still pounding her pussy from behind and I felt her legs begin to quiver, her breath got both deep and shallow as she seemed stuck in time and frozen and then her body changed scent and she almost collapsed. The heat from my cock felt like a furnace and I could feel the cum surging from my balls into my shaft. As I inched nearer and nearer to cumming inside her I pulled out and smashed my pelvis into her ass. I continued rubbing my cock against her butt cheeks as if I was still inside her and felt my energy and cum explode at the same time. My mind was completely blank as I felt the cum rushing out my dick and being smeared on Candy’s ass. Even after I came I just continued to rub my cock on her ass. Candy reached into her bag and pulled out some tissues and wiped the semen off of her butt and wiped the residue from my dick and stomach as well.

She let me sit on the passenger side of the car and got into the drivers seat. She brought back up the directions on sat nav and drove off. I really don’t remember too much about the rest of the drive to the cottage but I do remember Candy telling me that if the drive to get there was that good…she she was really looking forward to the weekend.

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John’s Story

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John’s Story

I never knew what hit me. I mean, I’ve had encounters of the sexual kind before, but this was, well. . .

I had better back up a bit. I’m John Thonth, a 42 year old math teacher at a pretty well known college. That’s being modest: I’m chair of the math department and I’m really good at teaching and research, but this story will show you I’m lousy at personal relationships.

Some women have called me a professional bachelor, others have called me worse than that. I may not be married, but I like going through the motions. The more experienced men reading this story will appreciate that some ladies are much better at those particular motions than others. This story is about one of those ladies…

I dated Jayne M six or seven years ago. Jayne is a professor in the biology department here, and she was probably one of the most attractive women I ever knew. She was a sophisticated classy lady, one any man would be proud to have on his arm. You wouldn’t think it when you looked at her, but there was a big bonus — she was as exciting and adventurous as you could imagine in the bedroom. She claimed I was only her fourth (or was it fifth?) lover, and that included her ex husband. One of them had to have been an inspiring teacher of sexual techniques, and Jayne was a good student

I thought about Jayne often. Sometimes those memories kept me warm at night when I was in bed by myself. Hell, sometimes I thought about her when whoever I was having sex with isn’t very exciting.

What happened between her and me, why weren’t we still together, you might ask. Well, that’s easy. The only thing we had in common was sex. She liked chamber music, I wanted country. She liked old classic movies, I watched the newest films. Long dresses and fine restaurants worked for her, blue jeans and local bars were better for me. We figured out we didn’t have a future together and agreed we’d just be dates and sex partners of convenience.

It wasn’t much later when we stopped seeing each other – no hard feelings – and a year after that she married a guy who I guess was a much better match for her than I was. I wished her well, and meant it. Still, when I’d see her on campus I’d remember the hot times we had and wished it was possible to go back to them, at least for a while.

It’s not that I saw her on campus much. I didn’t go there often during the summer. Hell, if you know anything about faculty workloads, you’ll know I didn’t go on campus much period — tenure is a wonderful thing.

My grad students did know I was on call for them, and everyone knew I spent Tuesday afternoons in my on campus office unless that interfered with a tee time or some other afternoon delight.

On the Tuesday before the 4th of July this year I meandered over to campus and began going through the stack of papers in my in box when I saw Jayne walking by. She waved and I asked her to join me for a cup of coffee. It turns out, she said, she was looking for the chairman of the physics department. He had a small “this is my office for thinking, everyone keep out” place in the math building. Jayne said she was working on a joint biology/physics grant. He wasn’t around, so we chatted about old times and flirted a little bit. Things were fine in her life, she said, although she did say her husband was away a lot.


“Is he away now?” It turned out he was. “Well, is there any reason we shouldn’t have a dinner together, or at least a drink to celebrate old times?”

She thought about that for a minute or two, then agreed a salad and some wine the next night would be a nice way to spend the evening.

“My place or yours?” I asked with a big smile to prove I wasn’t serious.

We agreed a TGI Fridays a dozen miles away would be a good place to meet. It wasn’t popular with people either of us knew, and Friday’s salad selections would work for both of us. It was an informal enough place so that our meeting couldn’t be classified as a ‘date’. We both knew it would be different if we had gone to one of the better restaurants right in town. People might have noticed and tongues would have wagged.

I looked forward to that quasi date: Jayne was fun to be with and we had some catching up to do.

We met around 9 the next night. It was an odd evening, there was a tension in the air, probably because she was a married woman now. That didn’t make a lot of sense though, she knew I never dated, much less bedded, married women (why get shot by a husband when there was so much legal opportunity around?)

Besides, this wasn’t a real date after teach that-bitch porno all, it was just two people who were alone enjoying each other’s company. I did some pro-forma flirting: that’s almost a reflex for me. She gave as well as she took, making it even more fun. Like I said, she was really great in bed, and playing flirting games would give me something to think about when I went home and wrapped my fist around my cock.

She asked about how I was doing and I was honest enough with her. Yes, I was seeing someone she didn’t know pretty regularly, but Joyce – that was my date’s name – wasn’t ever going to be a life partner. Yes, I still lived in the same house, but now my bed was king sized, not queen. “A bigger playground?” she wanted to know, and she was right. I didn’t tell her about the scarves under the bed that could be tied to its corners or the video cameras I installed sometime after she and I had broken up. Hey, when I’m alone I’d rather be the star in the porno films I watch!

It was natural to ask about where she lived, too. “Oh, we have a place over in the Pines.” I knew The Pines. It was a gated community with large houses on large lots, and there was a private golf course there, too.

“Wow, your husband does pretty well, doesn’t he?”

“We do pretty well,” she corrected me, “but you’re right, he makes three times what I do.”

“And he’s often away,” I added.

“Yes, it does get lonely,” she agreed

There was a quiet minute or two. I expected her to say goodbye and go home.

That’s not he way the conversation went… “Have you ever been to The Pines?” she asked.

“I played golf there once a long time ago. It seemed really nice and the houses all looked like they should be called estates.”

“They are mostly big houses, you’re right.”

“I’d like to see some of them close up,” I said, which was true enough but also a flirt and in a real way, a gambit.

She accepted it. “Would you like to see our place?”

That was a no brainer: “I’d love to.”

Jayne took the napkin from her lap, and very delibertly draped it over her dish and said “Follow me.”

I got the bill paid, and somehow my Toyota kept up with her not very aggressively driven 7 series Beamer. That was odd, years ago she was a fast driver: careful, but fast. We didn’t go to the Pine’s main gate – there was an owner’s gate that was radio controlled. The gate swung open for her, and closed. I almost expected her to just drive away, but she opened it again for me.

Their house lot was so big that when I drove into the driveway I could not see any other house, just some lights through the trees.

It was beautiful house, a fitting place for her to live, and I told her so. I got a quick tour, then we settled into the den with its big fireplace.

The den had two large sliding doors that opened onto a patio. She turned on the outside lights. I could see a pool out there, and a high wooden fence. “That gives us lots of privacy,” she said. I’d have liked to have gone swimming with her in that private pool but that was an offer she wasn’t making. She pulled set of gauze curtains over the doors – the other set looked heavy and opaque – then turned off the outside lights. The glass doors seemed to turn into mirrors and the den appeared even larger. The room had leather furniture and reeked of quality and class. The floor was slate, with an Oriental rug in front of the fireplace, and big cushions there, for less formal sitting.

That’s where we sat. We toasted each other and old times. I didn’t know where this evening was going, I was somehow all off balance all night. “I’ll be right back” Jayne said after a little while, and she left the room. I briefly thought this was going to be one of those times when the lady returns in a negligee, or nude, then laughed at myself. That wouldn’t happen tonight but when I got home I’d sure pretend it did. I’d be ejaculating into a tissue instead of where I’d have liked to deposit that protein. After all, Jayne was married and some things were not meant to be.

Then she returned.

The suit she was wearing was gone, replaced by a white robe that ended above her knees. It was made of some kind of satin that clung to everything underneath is and it was obvious the only thing it was clinging to was Jayne. This was the kind of thing men dream about, but these dreams don’t often happen. Maybe some things WERE meant to be.

I stood, wanting to take her in my arms, but she put her hand on my chest. “I want to do this my way,” she told me and then moved behind me. This was her house: we’d follow her rules and her route. We both knew how it was going to end.

I could see our reflections in the patio teamskeet porno doors, the curtains covering them just softened the image a little. I watched and felt her arms move around me, saw her hands stroking my chest and my belly, and felt them brush over my crotch. “I can feel that I have that old effect on you,” she said, cupping me ever so softly.

“You sure do.”

I stood there while her fingers pulled my golf shirt from my slacks, then I raised my arms as she pulled it up. She couldn’t get it over my head; I took it off the rest of the way. I was glad, looking at our reflections, that I stayed fit. I wanted to turn to face her but she stopped me from doing that, kept me facing our reflections. “I like watching us,” she said. One of her arms was around my chest, then other, on my belly and then I could feel her lips on the center of my back! I thought I’d explode.

I wished we were at my place, I’d have the cameras running and be able to watch this seduction whenever I wanted. “Next time,” I promised myself. Somehow I controlled myself, and both of her hands moved to my belt. I stood there, arms at my side, watching and feeling and enjoying the sensations of a beautiful woman undressing me, her delicate fingers fumbling for a moment with my belt, then with the clasp on my slacks, then my zipper. She pushed my pants down, and I helped by kicking off my boat shoes and stepping out of my slacks. I still had on boxer shorts but they weren’t doing an especially good job of hiding my erection. That erection didn’t get any smaller when I saw her hand slip under the elastic, and for sure got even harder when I could feel that hand with its magic touch stroke me. “That feels nice,” she said, “it feels the way I remember it.” Did that mean she thought about me, fantasize about me, the way I did about her?

Her hands moved to my waist and she pushed the boxers down. I could feel the waistband drag down my cock, and watched in the window’s reflection as the band slipped over my penis’s head. It – I –sprung free, exposed. She pushed the shorts to my knees and I did the rest and stepped out of them. I was standing naked in front of her, feeling her hands move onto my hips, then stop. “I remember when we were dating that you told me you would never have sex with a married woman. I’m married, are we going to have a problem?” she asked.

Her fingers moved over my cock, I had forgotten how wonderful her touch was. “I’ll make an exception to that rule tonight, if you’re willing to break it with me,” I told her. She reached under my penis, cupped my scrotum, and I could feel her lips on my back.

“I want what I have in my hands, John, I want to break that rule of yours, I want to do things to you, and put this thing in me” she said, and her lips moved along my back, lower, then finally over to my hip. She moved a quarter of the way around me, and tuned me the other ninety degrees. I looked down at this woman, now on her knees in front of me. I wanted to pull her mouth onto my cock, to control her and dominate her but she wasn’t having any of that.

“Just put your hands down, I’ll do this my way,” she said. Was this going to be a tease?

Well, no.

She moved toward me, and her lips touched my cock’s head, offering it only the softest kiss. She pulled one of my arms to the front, and wrapped my fingers around my erection. “Stroke yourself for me,” she said. I started masturbating – if she wanted a facial I’d give it to her.

As I pushed my cock through my fist she opened her mouth wide and took the exposed end into her mouth.


She held my scrotum with one hand, and the other was around me, fingering my anus, then more than that, poking into it, while she blew me! I thought she was great before, but this was new. Someone taught her new tricks, tricks I didn’t know!

Could it have been her husband? I was getting a world class blow job from someone else’s wife! The analytical part of my brain began questioning my policy of staying away from married women — if they were this good, that policy was ending right now!

It was an erotic oral adventure. She knew enough to apply tight pressure around my cock when she felt me start to come so she could prevent a premature ejaculation. I heard of that, but never had it done to me with someone’s lips!

She finally pulled me down to the cushions on the floor. I was on my back, my penis was sticking up like some kind of a May Pole,. She knelt at my feet and untied the robe’s belt. She held the damned thing closed while she pushed it off her shoulders, looked at me and asked “Is this what you remember?” She relaxed her hands and the robe slid down her arms, off her breasts, off of her hands, and she was naked.

Then tecavuz porno she was beside me on the cushions, and I was lapping at her, sucking at her, feeling her arousal, feeling her needs and satisfying them.

But not for long. She pushed me onto my back, I was sticking straight up again. She got over me, put her hands on my shoulders to support herself, centered her vagina over my cock and then just lowered herself onto me. I mean, the only parts of us that were touching were her hands on my shoulders and our pelvises! I forgot how wet Jayne would get, and how she was never too tight for a first penetration. Every time I had sex with her going in the first time was like moving in the heaviest warm cream, with her just tight enough to provide ideal stimulation. Like I said at the start of this story, some women are better than others

I looked down between us, we were having fully exposed sex. I loved seeing my penis shine with her lubrication when as she lifted off me, then I would sink deep inside her when she came down.

We rolled over into a classic missionary position and rammed into each other for what seemed only a couple of minutes. She reached between us and stroked me, masturbated me, while I fucked her. That was new, too, and it worked. Oh god it worked, I came in what seemed like buckets full.

I fell onto her way sooner than usual, empty and exhausted. We somehow rolled away from each other. I was soft, wet and soft. I wanted to cuddle, to have her touch me some more, and maybe we’d have sex again, this time more slowly, like we used to.

“You’ll have to go, John,” she said, ruining my plans. “You can’t spend the night. I don’t want the homeowner’s security guys seeing your car here, people will talk and I don’t want that to happen.”

“I want to see you again,” I told her. She was even better than I remembered, and I didn’t want to give it up, even if she was married. “I don’t think so, John. Nothing good would come of that, would it? I don’t want to put my lifestyle here at risk and we already know the only thing you and I have in common is sex. That’s not enough.”

“But,” I argued, “but wasn’t it good? Weren’t we good together?”

“We always were,” she agreed, “but this was only a one night stand, nothing more. I loved it, I hope you did too, but it’ll have to be enough. Try to remember me kindly, John.”

I dressed and left. I’d remember her all right, but somehow felt hollow, used. I knew when the security gate closed behind my car it also closed her off from me for ever.

But I’d remember. Oh, I’d remember the way she looked, the way she felt. I’d wish, maybe for the rest of my life, that we would have made a go of it. I did know a little of Jayne was better than none of her. Was it Garth Brooks who sang a song talking about broken romances, but concluded he wouldn’t have wanted to miss the dance?

I’m glad I had that last dance. I was man enough to hope her husband would never find out: she deserved the life she had. And me? I was pretty sure I’d be comparing her to other women for the rest of my life.

Then something odd and good happened. Jayne brought her husband to a faculty mixer a few days ago and introduced us. I somehow never knew his name was Walter. He shook my hand, of course, but he looked at me in the strangest way. I had to wonder: did he suspect something? Did he know something? Then the answer came to me: I’m sure Jayne told him we used to date before she met him. That’s the reason he had that knowing look in his eye: he thought we shared the same woman at different times.

When I was driving home I laughed out loud at that thought. The times we shared the same woman were not as far apart as the thought — it’s not that big a difference in time, Wally! It was days, not years.

The laugh was on me, though, because tonight he was going to be next to her, and me? I would just have my memories, and my fist, and a box of tissues.

Laughter and tears aren’t really that far apart. I didn’t expect my bedside tissues would be wet with tears and that I’d be hugging a pillow, but that’s what happened.

There was another song from my youth, it was about loving the one you’re with. The woman I had been dating for six months, but not seriously, was really very nice. For the first time in my life, I began thinking about spending a lifetime with a one woman.

I’m not even sure how I came to make the decision, but somehow my phone was against my ear, and hers was ringing. “Hi Joyce,” I said, “I know it’s late, but I’d love to talk with you for a while tonight. Can I come over, or would you like to come here?”

She lived 10 miles away. In the 15 minutes it took for her to come to my house I had gotten rid of the scarves that were under the bed and disabled three video cameras. A little while later, after she got over the shock of my question and said ‘yes’ we were holding each other, connected in every way, complete.

And here’s the best part. I not once thought about Jayne.

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Note to Reader: This story is broken into two versions of the same basic storyline. This story includes more fetish related material while the other version has more of a romantic tinge to it. Please read the version that most suites you or read both it is entirely up to you. Feedback is always welcome I hope you enjoy the story.

He waited impatiently in the airport terminal for his girlfriend to arrive nothing could calm his excitement. His girlfriend of five months was returning from a business trip and had been away for two weeks. Joey and Amber were a very “close” couple often having sex 2 to 3 times a day and sometimes retreating to mutual masturbation in front of each other. While Amber had been gone the couple ran up their phone bills talking for hours at night only being able to have constant phone sex. Some day’s Joey would call Amber’s mobile while she was at work, Amber would pretend it was an important business call but it would really be Joey masturbating… teasing her. However, Amber loved listening… the rush of seeing all her business associates trying to figure out why her face was so red thrilled her. In her breaks Amber would do the same thing calling Joey and masturbating for him.

This was the longest the two had been apart since they had met, as the monitors declared that the plane had landed and the people stared to move through the doors into the terminal Joey began frantically moving his head around trying to find her. When he found her doing the same thing he smiled and immediately relaxed as she ran towards him jumping into his arms and kissing him passionately. After their kiss Joey picked up Amber’s bags and they headed for the car.

The trip home was “interesting” to say the least; both were extremely aroused and as fate would have it conversation slowly drifted. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” Amber said with a cheeky smile. Amber was wearing a denim skirt and instinctively opened her legs slightly as she saw Joey’s hand leave the steering wheel and land on her knee. Slowly sliding his hand up, Amber closed her eyes, his hand finally come to rest between her legs immediately upon feeling that she in fact did not have any underwear on, his hand went straight back to the wheel… teasing her. Amber gave out a little frustrated giggle and chose to fight fire with fire, pulling her skirt up and opening her legs she gently began to rub her clit as Joey drove. This was too much for Joey for he knew that he could never beat her. Amber let out a little moan sending Joey over the edge and he pulled over. When the car had stopped her reached student sex parties porno over and immediately began pashing Amber.

They kissed for a few moments, Joey began to caress Amber’s leg getting higher each time. As he reached the top of Amber’s thigh he slid two fingers straight into the top of her wet pussy sending shock waves through her body as she bit Joey’s neck. He began fingering her faster and faster Amber was getting close as she reached over sliding her hand inside Joey’s pants rubbing him as he fingered her using his thumb against her clit. She came hard as they kissed, Joey’s fingers slowed and he placed his forehead against hers, they smiled and Joey retreated back into the divers seat, Amber followed.

Her hand was still in Joey’s pants stroking him up and down she brought his hard cock out immediately putting it into her mouth. She tickled the tip with the tip of her tongue as she gently stroked him. She began sucking harder and stroking him harder, as she took her mouth of his hard cock he came, shooting onto his stomach. After he came back down to reality she licked as much as cum as she could from his cock and stomach and Joey started the car driving back to his apartment.

When they arrived Joey grabbed Amber’s bags taking them inside for her. Amber was staying at his place for the next few days since it was an hour drive to her house and neither party felt up to an hour-long drive when Joey’s place was so close. As soon as the couple entered the apartment and Joey had put down her bags Amber ran towards him jumping into his arms forcing him down onto the bed. Amber had never been in Joey’s apartment and no matter how horny she was she couldn’t help but look around plus she loved teasing him. She explored his house as Joey just lay on the bed with a smile on his face thinking that he could get her attention by masturbating on his bed. However, Amber’s attention had been diverted to the 2 sets of hand cuffs that she found at the bottom of his bed head hidden from plain view. She slid her hand down the back of his bed immediately Joey sat up worried. Amber picked up one set of the handcuffs still attached to the bed head and smiled. Joey was worried that she wasn’t into the type of stuff he was. However what Amber did next surprised him she seductively took off all her cloths and handcuffed her left hand to the bed head and gestured Joey to cuff her right.

Joey did so with a sort of cheesy grin he had fantasized about this for years but had never met a woman who would willingly want to be submissive cuckolds porno hand cuffed and let his will be done upon her. Joey was not into extreme types of bondage however he did like mild doses. When Amber had been successfully hand cuffed to the bed head Joey blindfolded her and traced his fingertips down the entire length of her naked body. His fingers trailed down over her forehead, down her checks, over her lips, down her neck, over her chest and breasts, down her stomach, then each hand caressed down each leg. Amber began to moan as his fingers trailed her inner thighs.

He smiled and removed his cloths, knelling on the bed and cuffing her legs. Joey then when to the kitchen and found a rose that he was planning to give to Amber at the airport but had forgotten. He thought this convenient when remembering how Amber had jumped on him; he gave a little chuckle to himself picking up the rose “She will like this more anyway.” He thought to himself looking at the rose and walking back to Amber. He knelled back down on the bed placing the rose to Amber forehead.

Moving it down he placed it under her nose and let her smell its sweetness, he ran it down over her neck running it around her collarbone. Sliding it down to her breasts he ran the rose around her left nipple and then leaned down to kiss it and nibble it, then doing the same to Amber’s other breast. Moving the rose down over her stomach he circled her cute little belly button leaning in to kiss it also. He then used the rose to caress her inner thighs and over her shaved pussy. Amber’s back arched as the rose touched her clit Joey leaning in yet again and slid his tongue around Amber’s clit smiling to himself as she moaned knowing that this was only the beginning.

He put the rose on the bedside table retreating to the kitchen again to find more goodies. He took a glass from the cupboard filling it with water and ice, going back into his bedroom seeing Amber there naked was driving him crazy but they were both having such a great time.

He put the glass next to the rose and fished for an ice cube; he held the ice above her head letting the drips fall on her lips, then her breasts and lastly a few drips on her clit. Placing the ice on her forehead he let it slide down her nose, lips, neck, breasts concentrating on her nipples, then down to her pussy where he began to rub the ice against her clit. Amber immediately began to moan loudly and as she got closer Joey stopped then pushed the ice cube deep inside her Amber squealed at the unique pleasure taboo heat porno she was feeling.

Joey went to the kitchen retrieving a candle he lit it there and walked back to his bedroom. Joey knew that hot wax was one of Amber’s biggest turn on’s, he knelled on the bed again and began to drip the hot wax onto Amber’s breasts without warning. She started moaning straight away, her pelvis began to move up and down slowly as the wax dripped onto her body. He dripped the wax around her nipples and stomach, lastly he dropped one droplet from about a foot above Amber straight onto her clit, Amber screamed at the pleasure and wanted nothing more then to fuck Joey right there and then. Her clit was throbbing and her body ached for him, she began wondering weather she made a mistake but she was loving every second knowing she would have her time with him later.

Joey went into his office getting his letter opener, which was an exotic dagger; knelling beside her he used it to peel off the wax. The feel of the cold steel against her body drove her insane turning her on a lot more then she would have thought. After the wax has been removed Joey removed he leg cuffs and cautiously removed her right hand cuff, she didn’t move she just kept breathing deeply. He removed her blindfold and he opened her eyes and looked at him in awe. Her head looked to her left hand as Joey opened the cuffs.

As soon as they were open Amber leapt at him pashing him, Joey knelled with his right leg in between Ambers legs and he held her, pashing her. Amber began to press herself against his leg rubbing her wet pussy against his leg as they kissed. She pushed him down on his back kissing down his body, biting his nipples, kissing down further she took Joey’s hard wet cock into her mouth sucking it madly. He sat up stopping her and kissing her again, she just pushed him down again but this time onto the pillows where she had been laying. She knelled over his lap gently masturbating in front of him smiling, then slowly siding herself down onto Joeys cock.

She took all of him inside her as deep as he could go and then gently started to rock back and forth and in and out. She put her hands on Joey’s chest and threw her head back as she fucked him faster. Joey moaned as he begged her to fuck him, Joey then whipped her round onto her back, kissing down her neck biting and sucking it hard. Kissing down her chest he bit her nipples and kissed straight down to her clit where he began licking it fast. He slid two fingers inside her getting faster and faster until Amber told him she was getting close. He stopped and slid another piece of ice inside her followed by his hard cock.

He fucked her harder and harder, Amber began to scream as she came before Joey but not to long before. As the two slowed down Joey came to lay down beside her they looked into each others eyes and Amber Whispered to him “I Love You”.

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I’m a little groggy, just barely beginning to wake up. The room is almost dark, some light coming in around the blind on the window. I realize I’m spooned up against the back of someone, flesh on flesh. I smile, remembering last night. Great sex. He ate me longer and better than anyone ever has. I had orgasms over and over. Just remembering makes me rub against him some more. And then we fucked. And fucked. Changing positions. Just terrific. I reach over his side and hunt with my fingers for his cock. A lovely strong cock. It’s erect. Hard. Feels so sexy. Do all men wake up with an erection?

I hold on to it and move back a little and push him onto his back. He makes a little noise but he’s still asleep. I get up on my knees and move around to get to it. With every thing we did last night, I never tasted him. Just feeling and seeing his really lovely big thing makes me feel sexy. I lean down, holding it, and kiss it, lick the top. I get my lips over the head and lick it some more. I have to spread my jaws really wide to start getting more of it into my mouth. I love this, it’s just what sex is all about. I get a bunch of it in but can’t swallow it all. I hold on to the rest of it with several fingers.

I suck and lick and grip with my lips and slide up a little, then take it back in again. I can feel him moving. As I suck him he feels my butt, moves his hand to slide a finger into me. He reaches with his other hand and pulls on my thigh. “Let me taste you, too,” he sort of grunts out so I move my bottom and get my leg over him. I keep on holding him and sucking him and straddle him and get my pussy somewhere near his face. I can’t believe I taste very good after last night, all his stuff and mine in there. But I can feel his tongue licking me, his finger sliding back into me. I slide up and down on his cock with my lips and tongue, jerking him off as much as I can with my hand, too.

He lasts and female agent porno lasts. My mouth is almost getting tired. But I love what he’s doing to me. I’m getting so darned aroused I can hardly stand it. I lift my bottom and almost jump, getting turned around and back over him again, my pussy sitting on his big cock. I hold it and lower myself. It feels perfect, filling me. I love this. He pushes with his hips as I move on him. I use my thigh muscles to start raising and lowering on him, fucking him. This is all just so perfect. He has hold of my waist, moves a hand up to one breast to try and hold it, play with my nipple. I just keep fucking him, bouncing on him. Harder, faster.

I’m cumming. It almost hurts it feels so good, him up in me. Then I can feel him actually getting even harder and then he’s shooting his stuff up into me. I go up and down on him a couple more times then lean forward, laying on him. I have to slide up to kiss him and his cock comes out. I lay on him and we kiss. I roll off to the side. put my arm back over him, one leg up on his leg, lean my body against him.

“You quit sucking me. You don’t like that?”

“No, I do love it. But. Well, when I was a kid I used to go with my mother to the market. We would stop at the frozen pies and she’d have me pick out one. I really like cherry pie, tangy cherry pie. And I like berry pie and cream pies and more. But I’d look at them all and wonder and then pick apple. Always apple. I liked them all but liked apple best. It’s the same with cock. I like to suck a cock. It’s sexy in my mouth. But I like having it in my vagina even more. So I started sucking you. I wanted to. I liked it. But then I realized that I really wanted to fuck you, to have it in my vagina. I was also surprised you wanted to eat me. I mean, I must have been sort of cruddy, with all the stuff from last night still there. I’m not female fake taxi porno complaining. Last night you ate me better than anyone and did it for a long time, longer than anyone ever has. I loved it. So I love it but didn’t expect you to want to do it this morning.”

“You have a delicious pussy. A beautiful pussy. I could eat you forever. I think you taste better the more aroused you get, the more you cum. So I liked your taste this morning. Sexier and stronger than when you’re clean and we’re just starting.”

I lean on top of him and kiss him. He grabs my butt. “I have to go to the john. Then I think I need a shower.” I purposely crawl over him rubbing against him and head into the bathroom. I turn on the light and look in the mirror. Crap. No make up at all, my hair all over the place. I look like Hell. I sit on the john and pee. He comes in and stands there watching me, using one hand to sort of play with himself a little. “You like watching me pee?”

“You have a gorgeous body,” he says. “Lovely tits. I should have spent more time on those last night but I guess I’m like you with cocks, I’m really a cunt man . And you have a really good one.”

I wipe myself and lean into the tub to turn the water on, then the shower. I adjust the water until it’s seems right. I step in but don’t slide the glass door shut. He steps in after me. I turn to him and put my arms around him and we kiss. I get the little bar of soap and start washing him. Not his face or hair, but his body. I get down to his waist and ask him to turn around and he does. I get his back and then kneel down to wash his butt and legs and then ask him to turn again. I wash up his legs and then get to his cock and balls. I lather them a lot and feel them and play with them as I wash them. He starts getting hard. I lean to it and kiss the head. Then stand up.

He takes the soap and glory hole secrets porno does the same to me, washing me bare handed. He spends some time on my breasts, tells me how great they are, then down onto my stomach. I turn and he does my back, like I did his, then my ass. He actually kisses my ass. Then down my legs and I turn again. He does with me like I did him and starts working on my pussy. I lift one leg and get it up on his shoulder. After the water rinses me a little he leans against me and kisses me there, then licks up and down a couple times. He looks up at me and grins.

Then he stands up, holding my leg up and uses a hand to aim his cock into me. He uses his legs to push up into me. I’ve done this before, fucking in a shower. it’s sexy. Our bodies are against one another, his pressing me against the wall. I get my other leg up, sort of on his hip, so my whole body is held up by his cock in me. As he pushes up into me, he lifts me. As he pulls back, my weight drops down some and then he lifts me again. And again and again. Nothing can be sexier. I don’t last as long as him. I must cum at least twice, maybe never stop, until he finally does, too. We hold on to one another, both all hot and bothered, our bodies locked together, the water running over us.

He finally pulls back some, sliding out of me. We maneuver around a little then get out and dry each other off. Then back out into the bedroom. “I need to get back to my place, brush my teeth, comb my hair, put on something other than what I wore last night,” I tell him and start pulling my underwear on.

He says that he needs to go, too, not pay another day for the hotel room.

I’m dressed first. I kiss him and leave. The door closes behind me. Down the hall and then I’m in the elevator going down. I smile. It was a great night. Very sexy. I don’t remember his name, wonder if I ever knew it. But I have to get home. Doug’s probably getting on an airplane right now, heading home from his business trip. I need to get cleaned up, probably get a roast in the oven. I smile some more, thinking of how horny Doug will be, gone for five days. Tonight may be even better than last night. He doesn’t eat me as good but Doug’s cock is even better than what’s his name’s was.

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Authors note: My stories “Son & nudist mom fuck like crazy” chapter 1 and 2 are actually based on reality.

On the Jerry Springer show in the United States there was a show called “I refuse to wear clothes.” Where Two gorgeous, blonde nudist named Adara and Amanda actually came on stage and stripped nude and explained to Jerry Springer and the audience that they go shopping, to the bank, and to work in the buff.

Adara and Amanda are both strippers who go nude everywhere while their boyfriends film them with camcorders. I have a tape on these nudist at my house. These nudist live in the city of Chicago to boot. You see these nudist on tape going shopping, getting in a cab, walking down the street-all in the buff.

The nudist girls say the police don’t arrest them or anything they are just turned on by all of this like everyone else. So my story with a lovely, blonde lady walking around nude is based on reality.

Plus some people have also written to me in Chapter one of this story that a lady could not have a child at thirteen years old. Although this is not common I have heard of at least one case of this in the United States.

Some people have also written to me in Chapter one of this story that the ladies son couldn’t be away from college for a full year without coming home at least once for Christmas.

This does not happen often but it does happen sometimes. I heard of some students in my college who did not come home for the holidays and stayed the whole year at their dorms until summer arrived again. Not everyone can go home for the holidays for whatever reason.

And last but not least Boom-booms body transformation is not common but we have all seen before and after pictures of a once obese lady turning into a gorgeous, bombshell in a short period of time havent we? So It is possible, as well as it is possible a hot mother and son romping in the sack!

If you did not like chapter one of my story it’s your choice if you want to read chapter 2 or not. If you liked chapter one. Thank you and please enjoy this one too.

Plus one final note. Many of these Literotica stories are fantasies anyway. So please just loosen up and enjoy.

We arent inventing the cure for cancer here you know. I am just trying my best to sexually entertain you with my stories here. That’s all!And please read Chapter one of this story before reading Chapter two. It will make more sense. Thank you And on with “Son & nudist mom fuck like crazy.” Chapter 2.

My name is Tommy Roberts. I just returned home from college after being away for a full year and discover that my mother, Loni Roberts has gone through a major body transformation.

My mother, who was once an ugly, fat duckling had now turned into a beautiful swan in a relatively short period of time and I loved it!

My mother Loni Roberts has gone through such a major body transformation I now nickname her Boom-Boom, because of the way her massive jugs bounce up and down when she struts.

I was sitting at the breakfast table one morning staring at Boom-boom with unscrewing eye-balls as she served me a breakfast of scrambled eggs,toast and sausage with orange juice on the side.

Boom-boom was wearing a short, small, white apron around her waist that just barely covered her succulent pussy, along with “Fuck me” Mule sandal high heeled shoes on her feet.

I even caught flashes of her succulent pussy as she walked briskly back and forth from the kitchen as her apron flew up.

I just could not get enough of my mothers fresh faced, tanned, golden girl looks with big ocean blue eyes.

The rest of her body looked dynamite too, as I looked down at her Enormous twin hemispheres of flesh, with wide areole and big pink nipples, slim curvy waist, fantastic ass, endless long legs, and well- toned arms.

My Mother, Boom-boom then caught me staring at her with great lust in my eyes.

“My, my Tommy dear, your pajama pants look like someone had put a baseball bat inside of them!” she giggled.

“Did looking at your mommy’s sexy face and hot bod make you do all that?” she teased. knowing full well that it did.

“Yes, it did Boom-boom and believe me my cock not only looks like a baseball bat it is as hard as one too.” I answered back smiling.

“I am sure that it is my son, but I hope you can finish eating your breakfast with your throbbing cock just aching to be relieved like that.” Boom-boom teased.

“I will manage.” I replied, as my cock grew even harder, excited over my mom’s sexy talk.

“Thanks for saluting me with your enormous,flag son. It’s sure is flattering to see you pitching your pajama pants up like an enormous circus tent over me like that! ” Boom-boom laughed excitedly as she stared at my dick twitching wildly over her.

“Don’t mention it mom. Hell! I do it all the time. It’s impossible for me not to with your voluptous body strutting around the house in the buff all the time.” I answered back smiling.

“By the way Can I have some more orange juice Boom-boom?” I asked.

“Sure you can sweetie.” grup sex Boom-boom purred.

Boom-boom then strolled over sexily to where I was sitting and casually bent over in front of me as she refilled my glass with orange juice.

As she was leaning over giving me more juice, Boom-boom gave me a full moon shot of her fantastic ass as she quickly slipped off her little white apron,letting it fall to the floor at her feet.

As soon as Boom-boom did this her fantastic, firm shapely butt-cheeks and very succulent pussy were right in my face.

I was so close to her quivering pussy and ass that I could see pre-cum glistening her pussy lips.

Boom-boom then started to wiggle her ass sexily in my face.

Sweet jesus! My mother,Boom-booms teasing was just too much for any man to take!

She was ready to fuck and so was I, As my cock instantly went like rock, as I then quickly lost my pajamas and I grabbed her curvy hips, as I put her succulent pussy right into my rock,throbbing cock as I furiously began to bang away.

“Ohhh! Yes! Baby! Yesss! Fuck your mother good with that big, fat cock of yours!” she cried as I started to fuck my gorgeous, super-stacked mother more rapidly.

“Ooohh! god! Baby! Thats it! That’s it! You are starting to hit my G-spot.” she moaned as I kept pumping away inside of her.

Boom-boom was far more energetic than any busty cheerleader that I had ever dated in my high school days when she was bouncing rapidly up and down my cock like that and I loved it.

“OOhh! fuck!” Boom-boom cried as she exploded mightily in an earth shattering orgasm that rocked her whole body wildly to and fro, making her “Fuck me” Mule sandal high heeled shoes fall completely off.

“Ohh! god! Tommy! Keep on fucking me baby cause I am coming again!” She moaned pleasurably as she orgasmed even mightier.

My cock was still as hard as rock with my mother,Boom-boom still hopping up and down on it vigorously.

“Jesus Tommy, you are doing it to me again!” Boom-boom laughed excitedly as she braced herself as a gigantic orgasm rocked her whole body.

“Wow! Tommy If you keep fucking mama like this she is going to pass out in lust!”

“Won’t you give your mama a little breather from orgasming so much?” she giggled excitedly, as she closed her eyes bracing herself for another incredible orgasm.

“OOHH! baby!” Boom-boom moaned as her body rocked again in incredible orgasm.

Boom-boom did not think her son, Tommy could possibly give her still another orgasm after giving her so many already.

It was impossible, absolutely impossible. And yet..the feeling began to sweep over her. The incredible mind-blowing buildup of a storm waiting to break as she closed her eyes to brace herself once more as “Boom!” she almost exploded so hard she almost passed out on her own sons lap while still being impaled on his massive dong, as electricity raced through her body as she orgasmed wildly again!

God! Did her son know how to fuck a woman!

Boom-boom was rocking so wildly on her sons dick that it soon triggered off his own orgasm as he came just as mightily inside of her.

“Whew! that was fun honey!” My mother, Boom boom giggled as she finally stopped rocking in pleasure, as she slowly started to get off my lap.

“Yeah, wasn’t it though.” I agreed breathlessly, as I touched her fantastic ass helping her off.

“Can I please cum for more?” Boom-boom asked laughing at her own wit.

“Yes, you can and please cum as many times as you like. I absolutely insist. I replied as we both broke out laughing.

My mother then told me to finish my breakfast as I then sat down very naked with her. Boom-boom then gave me one of her sly smiles as she stared at me.

“Tommy, I know that I have given you alot of surprises already with my great body transformation and all but I still have another surprise to spring on you.” she said excitedly.

“What’s that Boom-boom?” I asked curiously hoping that it would be a good surprise.

“Well, Tommy, since I have not seen you in a year since you have been away at college I decided that we need more of a mother and son bonding.”

“What do you call what we just did together ma?” I asked as I started to laugh.

Boom-boom started to laugh too but managed to control herself as she kept on talking. I don’t mean the sex we had together Tommy, I mean a real mother and son bonding where we go on a vacation together.

“A vacation together?” I asked.

“Yes, Tommy, I have made arrangements already to go to a clothing-optional resort in the Bahamas for two whole weeks.

“Really?” I asked dumbfounded.

“Yes, really son. There is a whole lot we can do over there like going to the beach, snorkeling, wind surfing,looking at the sights, meeting people and of course fucking our brains out in one of their fancy hotels I have paid for already.” My mother said proudly.

“That sounds great Boom-boom when do we leave?” I asked.

“We leave the day after tommorow. So pack your bags.” Boom latina fuck tour porno Boom answered sweetly.

I then looked at my mother with a sly smile of my own.

“We will both be nude at this clothing optional resort anyway so why do we have to pack any bags?” I asked laughing making her laugh as well.

“Very funny smarty pants, just bring your light summery clothes, like your shirts, shorts and sandals.” Boom boom replied still trying to control her laughter.

“And I will bring mine.”

I then dropped my fork on the ground by accident and reached under the table to pick it up. When I reached under the table to get my fork I suddennly saw my mothers long, shapely crossed legs, suddennly uncross, revealing to me her very succulent pussy, which was throbbing madly with excitement.

I could not help myself as I then lined my face up with my mothers cunt under the table as I then started to eat her sweet pussy out with my talented tongue.

“OOHH! YES! Baby! Yesss! Lick my cunt baby!” My mother,Boom-boom moaned as she soon came in many multiple, earth shattering orgasms, as my cock went up like a spring hearing her very erotic moans of pleasure.

My mothers pussy was flowing copiously as I continued licking it feverishly with my tongue.

After I brought my mother off to many orgasms. She pushed her chair back and stood up as I sat first on her chair and she sat on my rock, hard throbbing dong as we started to fuck like rabbits.

“OOHH! Baby! yess! Fuck your mother good with that massive horse sized dong of yours!” she gushed as I kept pumping excitedly away inside her pussy.

“OOHH! baby!” My mother moaned as she orgasmed mightily as I kept on pumping.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long either pumping my voluptous Mother like this as I suddennly lost total control and orgasmed wildly inside of her.

After this fuck session I then sat back on my chair again as I wiped off my fork with a napkin.

My mouth and dick felt fantastic after eating my moms pussy and fucking her like that.

I knew my mother, Boom-boom felt fantastic too because she kept making the most erotic moaning sounds you have ever heard in your whole life, as she started to put the cum from her pussy to her mouth. As soon as I saw my Mom do this my cock went like rock again pointing straight towards the ceiling.

I then stared lustilly at my mother, Boom-boom, as she stared lustilly at my very erect cock. And just when I was about to mention having sex with her again she read my mind, smiling slyly.

“Later baby ok?” she asked sweetly.

“Let’s finish breakfast first and then you can take me upstairs and bang my fucking lights out all over our water bed.” she continued.

“Ok, Boom-boom.” I replied.

“Do you think you can manage to hold off your monster cock from exploding until then?” she asked.

“Yes, Boom-boom.” I replied happily.

“Well I hope your horny mama can hold off till after we finish breakfast!” she replied giggling, as she crossed her long legs sexily and shimmied her giant boobs seductively at me, as we then enjoyed a delicious breakfast together.

After breakfast was over I helped my mother clean up as I then carried her upstairs and fucked her brains out all over the water bed!

After the sex I told my Mother that I was going to take a shower as I grabbed a wash cloth and hopped right in. I was only in the shower for a minute when I saw the shower curtains part and saw my mothers smiling at me totally nude.

“You didn’t think I was really going to let you shower all by yourself without me jumping in and joining you in the fun did you?” she laughed, huge boobs heaving.

“No, I really didn’t Boom-boom”. I answered as my cock jumped up like a spring over my very voluptous mother.

I tell you my mother looked like a playboy bunny and fucked like the energizer bunny. She had an insatiable sexual appetite.

“How did you get inside the door?” I then asked.

“With my long fingernail baby! One little turn with it in the doors keyhole opened the bathroom door right up and here I am!” she said excitedly.

“Now no more talk baby! Mommy just wants to fuck!” she said as she then hopped right into my arms, with me holding her up off of her feet, as her arms went around my neck and her long legs straddled my back, as I did what she told me to do and sank my horse sized dong right into her all to willing pussy, as we then had an hour fuck session right in our own shower together.

“OHH! Baby! Fuck your mother with that horse sized dong of yours!” she moaned as she went up and down vigorously on my cock like a pogo stick.

It was great fun watching my mothers cum pour like lava down my own cock when I was fucking her.I soon returned the favor by filling my mom’s pussy up with plenty of juice!

I gave my mother multiple orgasms in the shower as she gave me several powerful orgasms with that super-tight pussy and ass of hers.

After the shower and all the fucking I put on my clothes lezbiyen porno again, as my mother stayed nude, as we finally began to pack for our two weeks vacation in the Bahamas.

The trip to the Bahamas was only a short flight from where we lived in Florida and we were there in no time.

When we got to the clothing-optional resort we quickly checked into our hotel room and unpacked all our things. After this we went to the open-air, thatched roof bar on the beach.

Even though Boom-boom and I knew this was a clothing optional resort we were both stunned at the sight of all the naked bodies, swimming and sun bathing, But I noticed that my mother’s eyes were soon busy checking out all the muscular studs at the bar.

I wasn’t immune to all of this myself as I felt my cock begin to stir over all the lovely, nude women there. Even though most of the nude ladies were gorgeous not one of them could compete with my mother in the looks and body department. Boom-booms looks and bod were that awesome!

Boom-boom was wearing a short sleeved, white, spandex top. Her enormous, round bosom and big nipples poured out incredibly. She was also wearing tight white short-shorts with sandals on her feet while I was in a blue, short sleeved shirt, white shorts and sandals.

Boom-boom and I were the only two people wearing any clothes at this clothing optional resort and we both felt a little self conscious.

Boom-boom then began to mingle, and with her winning personality and looks I knew that she would make friends easily, as I soon noticed many of the muscular studs there with semi-erect cocks.

My mother then turned and smiled at me.

“Please, Order us some drinks son, I need to go back to the room.” she said as I nodded my head.

I drooled at my mothers fantastic body as she quickly took off her sandals and started to run back towards our hotel. Her super-sized tits jiggling all the way.

After my mother left I then began to order some drinks for us as I mingled with the lovely, nude young ladies at the bar.

In only a few short minutes I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Boom-boom walk back to the bar. When I turned my head to actually look at her, every guy there turned to look too, their once semi-erect cocks turning instantly into rock,hard throbbing monsters, as we all watched Boom-boom strut in wearing nothing at all.

Boom-boom was all smiles, gargantuan tits everywhere,big-tent pole sized nipples excitedly erect, as her long, shapely legs strutted sexily making her firm, shapely butt-cheeks sway provocatively from side to side.

My mother was an awesome sight to behold. She was the best looking and best bodied female in the place and she and everybody else knew it.

Boom-boom then smiled brightily at me.

“You know honey, I feel so much better now without any clothes.”

Why don’t you join us all?” she asked sweetly as I joined the rest of the muscular studs at the bar in growing full fledged hard-ons over my mothers super-voluptous, nude physique.

The other ladies at the bar could only look on in jealousy, knowing full well that their was no way in a million years that they could arouse so many male cocks at one time like Boom-boom could with her body!

Christ! The Bahamas bar looked like the United Nations building with all the different color flags waving over her!

All the hunky guys continued to stare and hover over my mothers fabulous, nude physique with unscrewing eye-balls, their enormous one eyed monsters pointing straight up towards the sky.

These sexy, young men could not believe how extraordinary lovely and super-curvaceous my mom was.

My mom had the most sensational pair of whopping “Jahoobies” that they ever seen in their whole lives, as my mother struck one sexy pose after another for their enjoyment,as I saw pre-cum tipping most of their dicks.

Now I was the only one in the place with clothes on, as I quickly excused myself to go back to the room and told her that I would meet her on the beach in a few minutes.

And sure enough when I returned I saw my gorgeous, super-stacked mom, as nude as can be talking to six muscular, naked studs whom she conversed with on the bar, as the other ladies continued to look on in jealousy.

Instead of being jealous of my mother being drooled over by all of these very hunky guys, I was sexually turned on over it and it made me instantly hard!

I was wondering how many of these nude men were looking at her gargantuan, round boobs and how it would feel to titty fuck her. All of them I would guess.

Boom-boom then saw me and waved for me to come over as she grabbed the arm of one particular well-chiseled, ebony Adonis.

“Honey,” she said as I reached her. “This is Jimmy Rider.”

“Jimmy is a bodybuilder like you are and has actually won a MR. Bahamas bodybuilding contest.” she said.

“He is also a wind-surfing pro.” my mother continued on proudly.

“That’s nice.” I replied smiling as I introduced myself and shook Jimmy’s hand.

“Jimmy is kind enough to teach us wind-surfing dear. What do you say?” she asked sweetly to me.

Although I am not gay I could not help noticing how gorgeous and extremely, muscular Jimmy was, along with the awesome size of his dick. Jimmy’s dick was a totally enormous, horse sized dong while still in a limp state.

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Saturday Morning

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“And don’t forget to make a start on your chores please. Don’t spend all morning in bed.”

“No mum.”

With that my mother left my room, closing the door behind her.

Saturday morning. No school. Thank god. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The bright sunlight outside was fighting to break through my closed curtains. I lay quietly, trying to decide what to do. I had just started the fourth in the series of the George R.R. Martin Game of Thrones books. I might read that. I was also thinking about Martha, a girl in my year at school who had caught my attention. I reached into my boxers and touched my soft cock and considered jerking off. Alternatively I might just lie quietly in bed for a bit longer and do nothing.

My parents had just gone shopping. They would be out for a couple of hours, so I had the house to myself. Well not quite. My elder sister, Rebecca, had gone out last night with her friends, and I had heard her come home at about two thirty in the morning. I knew it would be lunchtime, at least, before she emerged from her bed.

Becca, as I called her, or Bec, was a couple of years older than me and in college. I only ever called her Rebecca when I was angry with her, which was quite often. Since she had started college she had formed a new group of friends and went out quite a lot, especially at weekends, when more often than not she would stay out till the early hours. I guessed, though I didn’t know for sure, that boys featured a major part of these evenings out. She was quite a pretty girl, I have to admit. Slim, about five feet six tall. Light brown hair that reached down between her shoulder blades.

Anyway I lay in my bed, wearing only my boxers. still not really having the energy or desire to do anything just yet, when I was surprised to hear a knock on my bedroom door. I glanced at my bedside clock. Twenty past nine.

“Matt? Are you awake?”

It was my sister.


My door opened and my sister walked in.

“God, you’re up early. You feeling ok?” I asked her.

“Mmm, can I borrow your cd player please?”

We both had the same radio/cd players, a present from our parents about five years ago. But the cd part of hers had broken and she often borrowed mine. Quite often without asking.

I nodded, still feeling too lazy to bother about anything. I watched her walk over to the table by the window to fetch my cd player. She was wearing a light gray vest and a pair of really horrible bright yellow shorts.

She took out the cd that was in it.

“What’s on this?” she asked.

“Just some stuff I burned on the laptop. Nothing too exciting.”

She put the cd back in and pressed play. As the music began she smiled at me.

“Oh wow! This is what I was dancing to last night. At the club! Cool!” she exclaimed.

At that she began dancing to the music. A bit self consciously at first. I just stared at her in disbelief. She carried on dancing, seemingly oblivious to my presence.

“What the fuck is she doing?” I thought to myself.

The song finished. She pressed the pause button.

“Shit I’m really hot! Do you have a drink?” she asked me.

I stopped staring at her long enough to nod to the glass of water on the shelf czech experiment porno at the side of my bed. She leaned over me and took a gulp of water, before returning to the cd player and playing the next song.

“Oh I like this one too! Good music bro!” she laughed before resuming her dance routine in my bedroom.

I just lay there staring at her, not sure what to think. I looked at her dance. There was a sheen on her skin, like a layer of fine sweat. She was surely on something, either still drunk, or maybe ‘on something’. Then she grabbed the bedpost at the bottom of my bed and started twirling around like it was a pole dancers pole.

My mouth fell open in shock. I was confused, amused and worried all at the same time.

Confused because I had never seen her behave like this before.

Amused because it was quite a funny sight.

Worried because of the above two sentences.

I also realized, with a certain amount of shame, that I was turned on. Watching her dance in this way had caused my cock to start twitching.

This wasn’t helped when she turned her back on me, bent forward and began rubbing her ass.

The song finished. The next one started.

“Oh I don’t know this one,” she said as she tried to dance to it.

She soon gave up and skipped to the next track, evidently one she knew.

“Do you like my dancing, Matt?”

“Err, yes, err, it’s different. Not what I was expecting on a Saturday morning.”

She continued to dance, pausing occasionally to sip some water. I noticed her dancing become more expressive, more confident and a bit more, well, raunchy.

To my amazement she peeled off her vest during her dancing, revealing a lacy white bra. If my mouth had been hanging open already, my bottom jaw must now be reaching down to the floor. During the next song she pulled down her shorts, revealing a matching pair of white lacy panties. I stared at my sister’s scantily clad body, something she clearly noticed.

“Do you like my dancing?” she asked me again.

“Err, yeah, suppose.”

“Is it turning you on?” she asked as she looked down at my bed sheet.

“No, it’s just weird,” I answered hoping she wouldn’t notice the tent in the sheets.

Another song started up. She spun around, using the bedpost to perform her pole dance. Then she smiled at me, turned her back on me then unhooked her bra straps. She turned to face me, her hands covering her breasts. Then slowly she slid her hands away, exposing her naked tits.


She didn’t care. She continued dancing. I stared at her boobies. Not big. Not tiny. Just a good handful. Not that I would know. I was a virgin. My knowledge of sex was looking at magazines and watching videos on the computer. But to my inexperienced eyes her breasts looked fabulous. And my penis obviously thought so as it was twitching furiously inside my boxers.

My sister must have noticed this. She turned away from me, shook her ass, then pulled down her panties. She turned round, her hand covering the space at the top of her legs. Again slowly she slid her hand away, revealing a bald shaved pussy. I think my heart stopped beating at this point. My sister was dancing naked in front of me. She danced for one more song, then turned the music off, standing in front of me.

“Did you enjoy that?”


“Are you turned on?”

“Bec? Why?”

My sister czech first porno video sat on my bed, facing me. She pulled on my bed sheet, emphasizing the tent that my cock was making.

“God I feel so horny right now,” she gushed.

I tried to ignore that comment.

“Can I see it?” she asked me, nodding her head towards my crotch.

“Bec, we…I… we can’t.”


“I’m your brother. It’s not…it’s not right.”

“Hello…” she replied, pointing at her own nude body.

“Bec, I just can’t. It doesn’t feel right.”

I knew but she didn’t that my resistance was weakening.

She reached across for my glass of water and took a sip. As she reached to put it back I leaned forward and touched one of her nipples.

“Ah!! So you are interested,” she laughed.

“I never said I wasn’t, it’s just…”

She raised her right leg, bent at the knee, higher up onto my bed, exposing her bare pussy. I saw the gleaming folds of flesh around her cunt lips, soft, wet and silky.

My sister pulled at the bed sheets again. This time I just let them slide down. All that remained was my boxers.

“I really wanna see it…” my sister purred.

I hooked my hands into the sides of my boxer shorts and yanked them down. My erect penis sprang free as the shorts went down.

“Oh my…now…oh…” Becca smiled.

She stared at my cock as I stared at her naked body. After a few moments hesitation she leaned forward and touched it. Her hand tightened its grip and she started to stroke my member.

“That feels good,” she laughed.

I continued to stare at her. I might have been a virgin but I had seen enough videos and read enough stories to know what to do. And I had imagined enough scenarios in enough jerking sessions. But what was holding me back was the knowledge that this was my sister. It was one scenario I had never prepared for!

But again my resistance was crumbling. My naked sister was jerking me off and it felt awesome. Finally I reached forward to touch her breasts. Gaining a bit of confidence I leaned further forward and licked her nipples. With a bit more boldness I sucked them. She moaned as I did.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I warned her as her stroking got faster.

“Don’t. Not yet,” she told me, as she pulled her hand back from my shaft.

She sat and let me suck on her titties. I noticed she was rubbing her pussy and moaning. After a few more minutes she stopped and looked at me.

“Have you calmed down now?” she asked me.

I nodded and she moved, straddling me. Taking hold of my penis she lowered her vagina onto my tip, then gently eased herself down as my shaft slid inside her. When she was happy that I was fully in her she moaned slightly and began to rock her body. My cock was inside her. I couldn’t begin to explain how it felt. Soft, warm, wet, but above all it felt beautiful. I was keeping still as she rocked her hips back and forwards. Eventually I took her lead and thrust myself up and into her. It obviously was the right thing to do, judging by her moaning.

“Mmmmm…yes…oh…oh…yes…oh that’s it…that’s good…oh…”

“Bec I’m going to cum…” I warned her again.

“Mmmm…do it…cum in me…”

“Is it…ok?””

“God yes just do it…”

“What about…?”

“Oh god …yes…oh…oh…yes…I’m on…on the pill…oh god just cum in me…PLEASE!!”

I could czech game porno hold on no more. My cock twitch and I fired several jets of semen deep into my sister’s cunt.

“OH…OH…OH GOD…OH YES!!” she screamed as she rocked against my twitching member, her own orgasm biting.

Finally we were done. She collapsed onto me and I wrapped my arms around her bare back. I could feel our hearts pounding together. After a few minutes she rolled off me, my now soft cock slipping out of her cum filled cunt. We lay side by side for at least fifteen minutes before either of us spoke.

Rebecca laughed as she looked at me.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked me.

“What we just did,” I replied.


“I don’t know. What about you? What are you thinking?” I asked.

“Did you like it? Was it ok?”

“I guess.”

“You guess? Did you enjoy it?” she asked again.

“I mean yes. It was…beautiful. It’s just that…I never thought that my first time would be with…you know…my sister.”

“I guessed you were a virgin. Well if it helps I never expected to be the one to take my little brother’s virginity but it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Will it change things though? Between us? What if mum and dad find…?”

She interrupted me.

“They won’t. Not unless you tell them. And it won’t change things between us, if you don’t let it. Remember all those games we used to play as kids?” she asked me.

I nodded.

“Well just think of this as one of those games. But an adult game. It doesn’t have to be life changing. We’re just experimenting. Trying new things. This way we can be close. Real close, like we always used to be, just a new game.”

I nodded again.

“Tell me. When you came in here, were you planning to do this?” I asked, curiously.

“Ha! Fuck no! I was just still on a high from last night. I had such a great time dancing and I just wanted to carry on. Then I suppose I kinda got carried away.”

“Yeah, having sex with your kid brother is definitely getting carried away!” I laughed.

We lay together a while longer. Her hand strayed down to my cock which responded to her touch.

“Hmmmm…ready to go again I see,” she laughed, feeling my stiffening member.

She sat up and leaned towards my waist. Before I knew what was happening my cock was engulfed in her mouth and she was sucking me like crazy. I lay back enjoying the sensation. I stared at her ass and started stroking it, and then I slipped a finger inside her pussy. She sat up and twisted round, straddling me again. Within seconds we were fucking madly. I was more confident this time and matched her rocking with strong thrusts of my own. We both moaned and screamed loudly as we fucked. She encouraged to me to fuck her harder and I pounded into her. This time we were so desperate to make each other come our sex was almost brutal as our bodies crashed against each other. Finally I came into her, shooting my seed deep into her sore cunt. She screamed as she came, before again collapsing on top of me.

“Fuck that was awesome!” she exclaimed.

We giggled as we thought of how bad we had been, yet we just felt so excited at what could be a new adventure. My sister stood up and walked to the window. She pushed open the curtains and opened a window, before crossing the room to open the door wide.

“Better get some fresh air in here. It must stink of our sex,” she smiled, before climbing back into bed.

We lay in each others arms for at least another half an hour, before we heard a car pull into the drive outside. Becca jumped out of bed and peeked out the window.

“Mum and dad are home. See ya!” she giggled, picking up her clothes and walking calmly out of my room, still naked.

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Seduction of a Lonely Sister

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On Valentine’s Day, a lonely nurse rediscovers her brother

This is my entry into the Literotica Valentine’s Day Contest 2021. I hope you like it, and please vote!

Warning: This story contains healthy doses of exhibitionism as well as incest, and one group sex scene


I used to be married. Bernard and I were high school sweethearts, then on-and-off collegiate lovers, then bride and groom right after college. It lasted until we divorced at age 27, citing irreconcilable differences. Her name was Maribeth, and I couldn’t blame Bernard too much: Maribeth was pretty, sexy, and in fact his dream woman. We had no children, so it made it all fairly easy. More power to him. Damned, however, if I would put up with something like that.

Bernard got off easy. His stay in the hospital was only two days, and even though everyone knew I had put him there, he never told the cops it was me. That, you see, is love; or maybe it’s guilt. My Hoosier sister Nancy says it’s male masochism. I don’t know which it is, and I don’t care. Good riddance and may he rot on the garbage heap of the dregs of humanity. God knows, he has lots of company there.

I’ve been constructing a life for myself in New York, in a small apartment, it being all that I can afford. I even found a doormat that has my name (Michelle) on it, and now visitors can wipe their feet on my name, instead of on me. I’m a big fan of the power of symbolism. I don’t, however, have many visitors during this age of the pandemic.

Indeed, with the pandemic raging all around us, I’m now alone, living a solitary, hopelessly depressing life. I cook for myself, and believe me, when you’re living alone, it’s hard to get motivated to make a nice meal for yourself. It’s ironic, because I love cooking, and I love eating good food even more. I’ve kind of found a work-around to my problem: Sometimes I make it more interesting by cooking topless. It saves my blouses and my bras, if there’s the occasional splash, or spill, and it makes the cooking a little erotic, and not so boring.

My apartment is on the fourth floor, and if the lights are on, I suppose people on the fourth, fifth, or sixth floors across the street can see me. People on higher floors can, too, but only if I’m near the window, which I rarely am. Trust me, cooking topless makes cooking for one person a lot more fun. I get to think about who might see me, and what they might think if they do. It hopefully brightens up their lives, too. Win-win, right?

With the new topless cooking tradition, I make dishes that take more time, with more steps involved in their creations, and get titillated (so to speak) as I imagine people watching me, and in particular my boobs, as they bounce around my tiny kitchen. Then the next day or two I have leftovers accompanied with erotic memories of my fantasies while cooking.

I never knew if anyone saw me cooking topless, and I also never knew if anyone who might have seen me cooking so attired (or better, not attired) was even interested. That innocence, however, came to an end, one day much later, when I met my neighbor Douglas from across the street, in the Fairway supermarket one afternoon.

Douglas recognized me, introduced himself, explaining that he lived across the street, and he would often see me cooking. He let that hang. We made a little small talk and finally I asked him, “Do you enjoy my shows?” Douglas was around his mid-fifties, elegantly graying at his temples, thin, and fit.

“I love them, Michelle. They’re the highlight of my day. I bought a telescope with a camera attachment to better appreciate them. Is that okay with you?” he asked. Before I could reply, he added, “You really must meet my son Michelangelo, although he goes by Mike. You two might really hit it off.”

“I’ll try to give you a special show this evening,” I replied.

“I’ll tell Mike. He comes over from time to time, and he loves your shows, too,” Douglas said.

“I can imagine,” I said.


At this point however, I was blissfully ignorant of Douglas, or his son Mike, and their sophisticated voyeuristic ways. The way my mind works, the fantasies it generates are more interesting than any reality might have been. Reality, in fact, might have been freaky. After all, I’m a reasonably attractive, relatively young woman, in my late twenties/early thirties, with (modesty aside) great boobs, and if someone enjoyed my shows, he (or she!) might be anywhere from 18 to 85 years old. Who needs that kind of reality?

I should mention my profession. I’m a nurse, and I work at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, New York City. When I say ‘upper,’ I do indeed mean upper: It’s at West 168th Street, in Harlem. It’s not a super dangerous neighborhood to live in, but a single woman should always be prudent, and alert, when walking alone. You never know, do you?

Nurses, especially good ones, are in high tecavüz porno demand currently, in these days of the pandemic. I work long hours, dealing with the desperately ill, constantly, and it takes a toll. Besides being alert, because a mistake in the ICU can cost a life, I try to be loving and compassionate with the victims of Covid-19, and later their families. In truth, it’s exhausting, and in the evening, I often fall into bed, both sympathy and empathy drained low, and still half dressed.


My older brother Evan is also in the medical profession, being an MD, and he worked at the ICU of St. Vincent’s Hospital in Indianapolis. (I’m originally from Indiana, born and raised in a tiny hamlet north of Lafayette, known as Brookston.) I came to New York because of my former husband Bernard, who is now trying to rekindle things with me, but who is doomed to failure. Apparently Maribeth did not work out as he had hoped. Anyway, after the divorce, since I had a good job as a nurse at a great hospital, I just stayed in New York. Also, I love Dominican food.

I said my brother Evan ‘worked’ at the ICU, as opposed to ‘works,’ because Columbia Presbyterian offered him a job in their ICU. St. Vincent’s is an excellent hospital, with a good reputation for heart surgery, but Columbia Presbyterian is in the big leagues of hospitals, and since he had his little sister (me) there already, he accepted the offer. Rumors abound back in Indiana that his little sister might have played a role in his being hired, but I say rumors are just that: Rumors. It’s always best to ignore people’s nasty, wagging tongues. I mean, gossip is just that, right? It’s gossip.

My brother and I have different last names. My maiden name is Savoyard, but Bernard’s last name (which I still have) is Caruthers. Yes, we’re both from Indiana, but so too are 6.7 million other souls, so nobody would jump to the conclusion that we’re siblings. I always thought Michelle Savoyard was a classy name; it fits me. Michelle Caruthers kind of sucks as a name, but there it is. At least nobody suspects we’re siblings.

Rumors about my love life abound, too. After all, I was single after my divorce, lived alone, was surrounded by death and dying people day in and day out, and in desperate need for distractions, while too tired to find them. I projected vulnerability.

So perhaps it’s not surprising that rumor has it that I dated a doctor for a while, broke it off when I found he also had a girlfriend who wasn’t me, and then dated three more doctors in rapid succession. According to those rumors I was ‘passed around’ amongst the doctors, and that’s just a plain nasty thing for anyone to think, let alone to say, even if, in some sense, I guess it’s true.

The second doctor I allegedly dated, I had learned was married (according to rumor), and the third one I just didn’t like. Why sleep with a man you don’t even like? Just to have a man in your bed? Yes, I did it for a while, but then one day I stumbled over a small cache of self-respect, hidden deep inside my underwear drawer, and I finally kicked him out.

He didn’t like me that much, either, so he took it well. With
I enjoyed the sex — a lot — and that’s good, to be sure, but it’s not enough to stay together and to build a relationship upon. If there’s no affection behind sex, it’s ultimately unsatisfying, unfulfilling, or at least that’s the way I am made. The fourth and last Doctor-lover gave me an STD. That is, according to the rumors. Enough said, right?

Yet, after our break-up, Doctor
would come around, from time to time, when he was horny and wanted a quick and easy lay, with a sexy, pushover of a nurse. Yes, this insecure, lonely, and perpetually horny, and pathetic woman, would oblige him with some wild sexual romps. He’d bring flowers, I’d cook him a nice meal (topless, of course), we’d discuss the news of the day, and then it would be sex, sex, and more sex. I never again, however, let him spend the night.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. Sure, I was using him, but more importantly, I felt used. He was history, and I let him know in no uncertain terms. Cast iron frying pans were bandied about, and few things are more convincing than that.

I had been an easy target after my divorce. I was depressed, lonely, without much self-esteem, and most all I was vulnerable. I’m one of those women who always needs to have a man around, and not just for killing cockroaches at which, I’ve found, they are universally good.

I’m a touchy-feely person and — quite frankly — I need hugs. I need lots of hugs, and better still, if they’re loving hugs. I know, I know, I should have gotten a dog, but you have to walk a dog four times a day and I work 12 to 14-hour days. I hate cats, so let’s not go there. Anyway, dogs are not practical. Men are easier, and in addition, they can be imposed upon to relieve my near constant horniness. Let’s not forget, too, travesti porno that they’ll kill your cockroaches.

So in retrospect, it’s not surprising that I was easy pickings for Doctor

. (I’m not using the names of the doctors.) Once I had discovered that Doctor

had a long-time girlfriend whom he loved, and that I was just a little extra pussy on the side, I was crushed. I had fallen for

, big time. He was my rebound affair, after the disaster that was named Bernard Caruthers. Doctor

, a good friend of Doctor

, comforted me once I had broken it off with Dr.

, and he too was a rebound affair, this time rebounding from Dr.

. That was how he too got into my panties. Then I learned he was actually married (his wife didn’t understand him, and all that bullshit), and I became a hopeless wreck.

I was more careful with Doctor
and checked out his love life six ways from Sunday. As I explained earlier, even though the sex was good, he was just not the man for me. At least, however, I was not in the role of some extra, side pussy in his case! Doctor gave me an STD, and that’s all you need to know about him!

There was another doctor, Dr. if you will, and in his case, I’ll tell you his name. He’s Doctor Smythe. Doctor Smythe came after me too, but his timing was horrible. I was still on medication from the STD Dr. gave me. I could tell that I could fall for Dr. Smythe, big time, but I was played out with hospital romances, and he never had a chance with me. He took rejection well, another plus for Doctor Smythe. I kind of wished he had been more aggressive, since had I met and dated him early, I could have avoided most if not all of Doctors 1 through 4.

So, I was single, highly vulnerable, insecure, and not seeing anyone, and nobody was killing my cockroaches for me. I had to stoop so low as to buy cockroach traps. This is when my brother Evan arrived in town. Indeed, I was off men, taking a vacation from being seduced and cruelly used by them, and in particular I was off doctors! Still, Evan is my brother, and not a love interest, and for family, of course exceptions are made. It was actually, in fact, nice to have some family in New York, since my parents and my sister still lived back in Indiana. It doesn’t hurt, either, that Evan is superb at killing cockroaches.

Let me explain a little about Evan. He’s a few years older, and when I was little I had a crush on him. Many was the night, as I fell asleep, I had girlish fantasies about my brother. When I got older, and discovered sex with Bernard, I would sometimes imagine I was having sex with Evan instead of Bernard. Those times if I would climax, the climaxes would be over the top.

However, all this fantasy about Evan truly scared me, since of course I knew very well that incest was wrong. Not only was incest a sin, it was a first-degree sin, not one of those minor sins like using the name of the Lord in vain. Still, the attraction was there, and actively repressing it as I tried mightily to do, was often insufficient.

My brother Evan had just broken up with his long-time girlfriend, so we had failed romances in common, too. Her name was Elle, which sounded a lot like my name, Michelle. Nobody was going to get confused, however, even if she did look startlingly like me. Their break-up was bitter, too, but nobody was sent to the hospital, so I figured Elle was not sleeping around on Evan. As it turned out, I was wrong about that. Evan’s temper is just more under control than is mine. Evan’s also one of those men who would never hit a woman. He might shoot one, but he would never hit her. Luckily, he didn’t shoot her, tempted though he was.

Evan took a taxi directly to his hotel and I met him there. The next day we arranged for me to meet him outside the hospital and to show him around. He wasn’t to start until Monday. He had, however, some bad news when I met him the next day: His housing arrangement had temporarily fallen through. He had planned to room with an old friend (Dawson; seriously, that’s what everyone called him) from college who was in New York and had a two-bedroom apartment, needing a roommate, but his friend had been seriously exposed to a girl with Covid-19, and he had to self-quarantine. I had fun imagining just what the nature of Dawson’s ‘exposure’ had been.

Evan couldn’t afford to stay at the hotel for two weeks. It was a Sofitel and expensive, and since most of the cheaper hotels in New York were closed due to Covid, he was shit-out-of-luck. Besides, even the cheaper hotels in New York are not that cheap!

Yes, he asked to stay with me. I truly did not want to share my apartment with my brother. There’d be no more cooking topless, nor wearing a short T shirt with no bra nor panties, while my brother was underfoot. On the other hand, he’d kill all the cockroaches with alacrity. Damn. What could I do, though? He’s family.

He came home with tumblr porno me after the hospital tour. I would have another 14-hour day tomorrow, but today I had off. I made us both dinner, and yes, I was fully dressed as I cooked. An apron protected my clothes. Whatever voyeurs who were out there would just have to live with the new reality. Sorry, guys.

Evan complimented me on my cooking, and that made me smile. Actually, it was really nice to have him there, with me; I had forgotten how well we get on together. I no longer felt so lonely, nor depressed. Then came the dreaded discussion of sleeping arrangements.

I don’t have a couch, only a love seat, and neither of us could fit on it in a sleeping position. Evan is six feet, two inches tall, and I’m five feet, nine inches. I also fill out those 69 inches in the ways that men seem to appreciate.

The floor was not a good option, for a variety of reasons. I didn’t have an air mattress, nor a rollaway bed. I had nothing. I did, however, have a double bed, in my bedroom. It wasn’t Queen sized or anything, but it was a genuine double bed. It had one of those high-tech mattresses, and consequently it was super comfortable.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Evan said.

“You’ll catch your death of cold. No, you’ll share the bed with me tonight. Tomorrow I’ll get an air mattress or something. Or better, you can get one, since tomorrow I work from 6AM to 8PM,” I said. Evan never got an air mattress, preferring to spend the nights sharing a bed with me. Yet another example of the ancient phrase, ‘Hope springs Eternal.’


“I know you’re never supposed to say this to a woman, but Michelle, you look exhausted,” Evan said.

“How depressing! It’s this bleeping pandemic. The fun seems never to stop,” I replied.

“Look, you take your bed. I’ll use an extra blanket on the floor. It’s going to be cold tonight,” Evan said. My apartment is underheated, and drafty, too.

“I don’t have an extra blanket. We’ll keep each other warm in the bed. You can pretend I’m Elle, and I’ll pretend you’re another doctor-skunk I’m sharing my bed with,” I said. “After all, you are in fact a bona fide doctor. I hope to God you’re not a skunk, too,” I teased.

“Didn’t you do a little more than just sleep next to them?” he said.

“What do you mean, ‘them?'” I asked. Evan named the four doctors. It hadn’t taken him long to learn those little tidbits about my love life. He had only been in town for a day!

“Well, yeah, of course. I did a lot more. A man and woman in a bed together? I’m sure you can imagine what happened. You, however, while being the fifth doctor I’m sharing a bed with, are also my brother, so all we’re going to do is sleep. Got that, Evan?” I said.

“You’re very pretty, though. Sexy, too,” he teased, and he got a pillow thrown at his face in reply.

“I’m also your bleeping sister. I’m serious: All we do is sleep. Can you handle that?”

“Maybe. I don’t think incest is such a bugaboo, and you truly are sexy,” he said. “We could have a little fun you know?”

“Well, I’m glad you think I’m sexy, and apparently you also think that I’m a good candidate for casual sex, but you can’t try anything. I’m serious, because I’m a sexual pushover usually, and I don’t want to end up hating you, and myself, in the morning. So, we’re doing nothing, okay? Nothing,” I said.

“I can try,” Evan said, and he got the other pillow in his face.

“Try hard,” I said. “And succeed.”

“You got that right. I’m already hard at the idea of sleeping with you. No success with you yet, though,”

“You’re hopeless. Maybe you should in fact sleep on the floor, after all,” I said.

“I’ll be good. Michelle. Just joking around.”


Usually I sleep in this hyper sexy nightgown Bernard had bought for me. I had seduced the four doctors using it, too, although seducing them was like shooting fish in a barrel. I sure as hell was not going to wear it for my brother, however. My alternative was a longish T shirt. When I sleep in the T shirt, I’m usually naked underneath it, but since Evan was going to be in the bed too, I wore panties with it. Not a thong, and not my bikini cut sexy, lace panties, but I wore good old-fashioned cotton panties. They were white, with little roses decorating them. I really liked the panties, and they projected youthful innocence. They had been a birthday present, from me to me. They were a good choice to sleep in: No need to test my brother’s will power too severely after all. No mixed messages from me!

I had to be careful after the Riverboat fiasco some years ago. I got shivers just thinking about that goddam Riverboat. Evan is lucky he didn’t bring it up; he would have had his head chopped off. I do have a temper. Maybe he didn’t even know about the Riverboat incident? God, that would be wonderful.

My alarm went off at 5AM. I have to be at work, bright eyed and bushy tailed, right at 6AM. Since it’s a solid 15 minutes’ walk to the hospital, I have to leave the apartment at 5:45AM. That gives me time to make and eat breakfast, put on my face, and get dressed. No time to linger in bed, and to use the snooze alarm. There was one minor problem, however.

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The light from the skylights is muted, rainy-day light. He is standing alone in its soft glow quietly looking at our miscellaneous wood and building materials. He turns as I enter. Black hair messed from the hat he’s removed, sculpted face lifts at my approach. Beautiful, he takes my breath away.

Seeing it in me, that perfectly shaped mouth lifts in a wicked smile, green eyes flash. He would reach for me but I am already moving into his arms. Pressing my breasts against his chest I tilt my head back as I stand on my toes to kiss him. His lips move with mine. Holding his face in my hands I lose time in the taste of his mouth, the velvet of his tongue and lips.

Breathless we break apart. I take him into the darker recesses of the barn, hidden should anyone enter. There my hands run over his shoulders, his arms and chest. I pull on his belt, loosen it. His eyes become green flames, hands on my hips. Kissing him again I undo his pants, pressing them back and down, uncovering his skin. My fingers brush against smooth flesh above his dark curling hair.

Dropping to my knees, I press my face against his hip, the hollow below. His breath catches and my tongue flicks out, its tip tastes his warm skin. I peal his pants away, gently drawing out his soft, warm cock with my hand. He says my name fake taxi porno and I press my face against him again, his hand in my hair, caressing. He grows hard against my cheek. I stroke him, releasing the head from its foreskin. Another stroke and a bead of lubricant forms at the tip. I reach for it with the flat of my tongue. Tasting its sweetness, I swirl my tongue over him, before I take his cock deep into my mouth.

His breath comes in a long soft, “Oh!”

I take the head past the place of resistance and into my throat. He groans his pleasure. I work him there for a few seconds, tongue moving against the underside of his cock before releasing him to take a breath. Repeating that again and again I bring him to orgasm. His body tenses and in those last seconds I hold him deep in my throat, not allowing for that first pulse to complete its action; and then I let up on him, the next pulse succeeding in its expulsion, hot in my mouth.”

“Ahh! Yes!” his cry sounds in the barn, fills my ears, pleasure unbound. I have my own little mini orgasm all through my body from it. I take all he gives, milking him with my mouth as I watch him from beneath my brow. His head is tilted back against the barn wall, throat exposed. I slow. He raises his head, green eyes on mine. Letting family stroke porno him slip from my mouth, I press my face into his groin again.

Drawing me up to him, he bends to kiss me, lips sweet and insistent on mine. When he breaks it, whispering my name and beginning to take me closer in his arms I slip away leaving him staring after me as I close the barn door, strangely satisfied.

Late in the evening he catches me on the porch, his hands on my ribs, circling my waist and sliding down over my backside. Without saying a word he draws me to him. His eyes flicker in the light. His lips curl in that wicked smile as he pulls me away to a dark corner.

“Oh! I sigh into him, head at his throat, his scent makes everything spin. With a deft movement he turns me away by the hips only to pull me back against him. One arm about my waist, the other hand lifts my skirts, brushes over my thighs. My belly ripples beneath the skin. There is nothing between him and my sex, his fingers press between my legs. “That was very pretty, what you did for me this afternoon,” his velvet voice in my ear from behind.” You didn’t give me time to say thank you, reciprocate.”

His hand cups my sex, pressing the heel of his palm into the soft place above the bone female agent porno there. His fingers part the lips that hide the gland beneath. My hips rock against him as I softly cry his name, clutching at his arms. He holds me tight, sliding a finger into the wet folds, then another. He whispers to me, calling me beautiful, telling me how wet I am, how perfect. He strokes the little bud. Grown now he captures it between his fingers, his thumb working it as I shudder in orgasm.

My head is on his shoulder, face turned to the skin of his neck. I lean against the length of his body, his arms crossed about the front of me, holding me there. My hair is loose, his face pressed into it. I pull him closer. There are sighs, and whispered words between us. Sometime long after my skirts have fallen back into place and night has come on fully he turns me to face him, his features obscured by the dark. I can feel his eyes on mine, his hand brushes my hair off my cheek. He bends in close, saying my name softly, I’m already smiling at him as he finishes with, “I love you.”

My breath catches, my heart leaps at him. I know it’s early for such declarations. I know too he is a careful man, says nothing lightly or without awareness. Pulling him close, my hands in his hair and around his back, I whisper it back to him.

I burrow into the sheets and blankets while I wait for him, breathing in our past lovemaking.

He is the counter to all of that. I heave a sigh of joy a hundred times a day for him and the desire that runs between us. It is the same for him and together we marvel at it.

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Singing Karaoke was the one thing she could throw herself into to keep the ache of her needs at bay. Well actually singing and drinking did that in tandem. So there she sat nursing her second Long Island Ice Tea waiting for her name to be called. She was excited to sing as the song she had chosen was a fast paced crowd pleaser and she often left the stage to roars of clapping and hugs as she made her way back to her seat. Then there it was, her name was called through the sound system. The encouraging applause pulled her from her chair to the microphone as if by an invisible force.

As she had hoped, the song she sang was warmly greeted with praise and she left the state feeling a little lighter with each step as she returned to the bar. Upon arrival, she noticed a full Long Island Ice Tea resting beside her almost empty glass. She looked around and saw that both seats on either side of her were empty so she had no clue where the drink had come from. She sat and glanced at the bartender who told her that a ‘hottie’ had taken care of it for her. Again, she began to scan the room searching every unfamiliar face for the slightest clue on who to thank for their generosity. She had no luck. She warily sat down, grabbed the lighter glass with one hand and guided the straw to her wet lips with the other. She quickly sucked every last drop of the cool tart liquor down her throat, then removed the straw and placed it in the full glass and began to repeat the process, only to be startled by a voice.

“If you devour cum from a cock the way you are inhaling that drink, I’d love to be on the receiving end of it.”

What had he just said to her? Did she hear him right? Who would have the balls to say something that sexually overt to a perfect stranger? These questions collided in her bead as her body betrayed her as hot slick wetness gathered at the valley of her legs under her dress and her nipples screamed to be released from their confining fabric cage. She had to admit, that was one of the most unique and yet somehow extremely effective pick-up lines she had ever encountered.

“Excuse me?” She said as she looked up to the source of the erotic question and hoped the warmth of embarrassment from her body’s reaction was successfully hidden. Her eyes found a distinguished man with salt and pepper hair and piercing blue eyes. Her breath caught and she looked away in hopes of recovering from yet another flash of heat between her legs. She wasn’t certain if it was the alcohol or just pure lust that had her in her present state. Drinking made her horny and made her lose those last inhibitions that kept her from just doing instead of always trying to do the right thing.

“I think you czech couples porno heard me. And the offer stands if you are interested.” He said as his gaze moved from her eyes to her lips. She couldn’t help but lick them out of sheer nervousness. A low growl erupted from his throat as her tongue caressed and moistened her top lip. Yet another explosion fired from her now aching clit. The dress she was wearing began to feel like sandpaper against her erect nipples. Once again she felt her face turn hot and looked away. His palm and fingers cradled her chin and brought her eyes back to his.

“You don’t have to look away from me. I can see my bluntness has both embarrassed you and interested you. The question is which sentiment will win the battle?”

Oh My God! Was this really happening and to her? How could he see the war raging not only in her head with the intense want to do exactly as he was suggesting, sight unseen and stranger unknown, but also the battle between her body and the dress that created a cruel barrier between her and some resemblance of release if only she could touch herself. She straightened on the bar stool to remove her face from his hand and to gain some composure.

“As intriguing and interesting as your offer sounds,” the alcohol brazenly spoke, “You don’t know a thing about me.”

His eyes widened and a smile broadened his lips as he realized she wasn’t put off by his forwardness. “So let us get to know each other and see where your mouth ends up later.”

There was no point in trying to hide her face as she blushed from his ‘to the point’ tactics. Unless some major red flags developed in the next few hours, she knew exactly where she wanted her lips, both pairs, to hopefully be by the end of the evening; wrapped around this confident and dominant man’s cock and savoring each inch of it. They talked, exchanged stories, and even commiserated like old friends for the next few hours. Each time her name was called to sing again, his fingers lingered on her hand until the last second of space separated them. Upon each return, his hand instantly touched some portion of her body, her back and shoulders or gently tucked strands of hair that had fallen in her face. Each touch was nothing short of pure electricity to her. Goosebumps rose in sheets with every slight touch of his fingers. Again, she couldn’t be sure if it was all him, or the continued drinking or both. The fact was, she didn’t care.

Before they knew it, it was 2:30am. She had indulged in five Long Island Ice Teas but they had been spread out over the 6 hours she has been here altogether. She wondered if the benign flirty conversation over the last few czech estrogenolit porno hours had squelched his earlier desire for her. She grabbed her purse and they rose to leave. He followed her to her car. Her Barbie car convertible could not have been parked in a more opportune location. It sat away from the building and in the edge of the parking lot light system.

As they reached the car, she placed her hand on the handle to open it. In one graceful, yet forceful move, he removed her hand, spun her around, trapped her between the door and his body and pulled her into a mind blowing kiss. She melted against him as one of his hands tangled in her hair and cupped the back of her neck and the other found the solid nub of her nipple as he rolled it between his fingers over her dress. Gasps and groans escaped her throat as she fought to keep her balance. He too was finding it hard to keep from stumbling as the blood rushed from his head to his cock. He yanked open the door behind her, pulled her to him and turned around so that he could sit in the driver seat with his legs handing out the door, feet firmly planted on the ground.

He then turned her around to face away from him and ran his hands up her thighs under her dress in search of panties that were now nothing more than an annoyance to keep him from what he wanted. To his delight, he found no such boundary and eased her legs apart with both his hands on her inner thighs. His fingers found her clit and her cunt simultaneously. Oh Hell, she was so wet. Actually wet was an understatement. She was dripping with anticipation as she slapped her hands against the car, searching for anything that would help keep her standing so she could continue to receive this delicious assault on two of her most intimate places.

A whimper rose on the slight wind as he removed his hands to free his almost painful erection from his pants. As soon as this necessary and yet slightly gratifying chore was accomplished, his hands returned to her body. One hand on each of her hips guided her to a sitting position upon his lap. She rose slightly and pulled up the back of her dress with one hand, which reaching between her legs to sheath his cock in her throbbing pussy with the other. Fireworks of ecstasy exploded in her brain as his cock greedily filled her eager yet tight cunt. Liquid heat gushed from her tunnel and ran down the length of his shaft as he realized she had just had her first of many orgasms of the night just from him invading her beautifully crafted cunt.

He too felt the instant build up when he buried himself deep inside her. She felt so warm, so tight, so wanting, so needing, so accommodating czech first video porno all at the same time that it took great resolve to stop himself from emptying his load upon entry. He eased her down slowly and deliberately to calm his urge. The tip of his cock had reached the end of her tunnel and her ass barely caressed his lap. Oh God, how amazing it felt to have his prick buried to the hilt in her velvety cunt. He wanted just a few moments to relish in the feel of it; of her.

His hands pulled her back to his check as he slid them over her shoulders and own underneath the bodice of her dress. The cool spring air gave his hands a slight chill. Her pussy contracted around his cock as his fingers jolted her breasts with their touch. He massaged and kneaded her breasts, working his way to her nipples with each pass. This delight, he found the harder he pulled her erect nipples way from her body and pinched them, the more her pussy seemed to be milking him without movement; just from clenching and unclenching of her soaking, hot and strong tunnel. Moans of exquisite pleasure streamed from her lips in between shallow breaths. He began to kiss and nibble her neck as he continued his pleasurable torture of her breasts. The harder he pinched and pulled the louder her moans of pleasure grew, to the point where he had to remove one hand to place over her mouth. This seemed to excite her as once again her cunt massaged in his cock with involuntary contractions.

He needed to feel her gush around his head and shaft again, so he extricated his hand from her breast and pushed at the small of her back to move her forward. As if instinctively reading his mind, she began to slowly rock back and forth on his cock, grinding him deeper into her with every backwards motion and ever so slightly releasing him with every forward motion. The friction building on the underside of her clit left her craving release. Her pace quickened incrementally until she was riding him bent over at the waist using the car door as leverage to keep the rhythm going. Again, hot waves of liquid surged and encased his cock before forcefully flowing from her pussy. But she didn’t stop; her pace continued as before and within a few minutes, the glorious shower of her juices drenched him once again. Her pussy became tighter with every release, bringing him so close to his own. He placed his hand on her shoulder to cue her to sit up a bit. Without a word she instantly complied. Again, as if reading his mind, she began to stroke her cock with her cunt, bouncing up and down with the use of her leg muscles. She squeezed and released her pussy in time until she felt his entire body go tense and his hands clawed at her hips in pure animal release.

He pulled her to him and laid sweet approving and appreciative kisses on her exposed back and neck. She turned her head and their mouths met in yet another earth shattering passionate kiss. Can you possess someone after one fuck? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he needed to have her again and soon.

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