How I hooked up with my receptionist's mother

I just started working for a company at the beginning of the week and on Friday the receptionist came around and said that there is going to be a company wide meeting with our other branches in Williamsburg, VA. She said that she had to have the final count of the people attending to the main office by the end of the day. Everyone could either bring there wife and children or 1 person with them. Since I was new to the area I didn't have any family or friends that I would take. I was debating weather or not to go by myself and Crystal the receptionist said she was bringing her mother and that it wouldn't be all work related so I should go. She said it will be fun you'll get to know more people. She talked me into it and I signed up to go by myself.

The following Friday after work everyone who was going, headed to Williamsburg, VA for our company meeting on Saturday. Than on Sunday you could either go to old town Williamsburg or Busch Garden's amusement park. It was about a 3 ½ hour drive with traffic and I arrived around 9pm at the hotel where we were staying and the meeting was being held. I checked into my room and headed to the lounge to see if any of my other coworkers had arrived yet. I noticed a couple around the bar and joined them for a few cocktails. There was a disc jockey that started around 10pm. By this time there were several more people who showed up and everyone was looking to have a good time.

By this time I had had a few cocktails and can tend to be a social person when I have a few beverages. I was sitting with a Susan a PM assistant that started the same day I did. She had brought her 21 year old sister so I was having fun getting her a little intoxicated. I saw Crystal walked in with an older lady I assumed who was her mother since she said that is who she was bringing. I wasn't surprised that Crystal was the last to arrive. Don't take me wrong but Crystal is 40 has a great body and a good personality but she can be clueless sometimes. She saw me sitting with Susan and her sister and headed over and introduced her mother to us. Her name was Sherri. Sherri stated they would have been a lot earlier but apparently Crystal had the wrong name of the hotel and they went to another location first. We all laughed and asked if they wanted to join us at our table. With that I ordered more shots and continued the evening of getting Susan's sister drunk.

I was surprised and think I got caught doing a once over of Sherri when I was introduced to her. I shock her hand I did a once up and down look at her. She just smiled as I introduced myself. She was older and I found out later that she was 60. To describe her she is average build and dresses business casual with a little sex appeal for a lady her age. She had well manicured hands and her clothes were pressed and form fitting. I could tell that she took good care of herself and her look.

We sat there for awhile drinking and chatting. When the disc jockey played a song that Susan's sister wanted to dance to I agreed. It helped that her sister had a nice ass and could shake it also. Since I'm 30, I had no problem dancing with a younger hot chick. We danced a few songs and headed back to the table. Other guys from work started coming by the table and asking Amanda to dance, which she apparently didn't mind. After they danced they proceeded to have a shot. Shortly she was trashed.

In the mean time I was chatting with Sherri and found out that she was a real estate agent in the Washington DC area. We had some things in common and were having a good conversation. Sherri asked if I wanted to dance and I took her up on it. We danced a couple of songs and 1 slow song together. During the slow dance I started thinking that this lady is a couple of years older than my mom and I am finding myself attracted to her. I was like wow and wondering if it was the alcohol. After the song we went back and sat at the table. We had a few more drinks and the DJ announced it was the last song and Amanda who was trashed grabbed my hand and headed to the dance floor. I was kind of disappointed I wanted to dance with Sherri. By the end of the song Amanda was about passed out. I helped her back to the table and told Susan I would help her take her sister back to her room. It was about 1am and our meeting started at 8am in the morning. I was thinking that morning was going to come pretty early.

I said goodnight to Crystal and her mother and helped Amanda back to her room. It took both Susan and I to get her back. We brought her in and she basically passed out on the bed. I told Susan she is going to feel terrible in the morning and good thing she doesn't have to get up and go to the meeting. Susan laughed and I left at that. I went to my room and went right to sleep. When the alarm went off at 7:15am I had a nice hangover myself. It was a little tough getting ready for the meeting but I made it there about 5 minutes early. Everyone was coming in and I could tell that most were feeling pretty rough.

The meeting lasted until 5pm and than I went back to my room and got ready for dinner at 6pm. It was a company dinner and they handed out a few awards for years of service and the President spoke and thanked all for coming and keep up the hard work.

I was still feeling a little rough from last night and I headed to the lounge to see who was there. I saw Susan and her sister sitting with Crystal and her mom. I walked over and asked Amanda if she wanted a shot and I got the look from hell while everyone else at the table laughed. Apparently everyone was taking it easy tonight and I asked what everyone was doing tomorrow? Susan and her sister where going to Busch Garden's and Crystal and mom where probably going to skip both, like I was doing and heading home early.

I made small talk for a while and decided I was going to head back to my room and watch television for awhile and call it a night. I made my good bys and told Sherri it was nice meeting her and told the others I would see them at work on Monday.

I headed to the restroom and when I came out I saw that Crystal and Sherri had already left. I decided before I head to my room I would go for a walk outside and get a little fresh air. When I came back about 15 minutes later I saw Sherri standing out in one of the courtyards and I walked up and said hi. She smiled at me and we chatted for about 5 minutes and said I was going to head to my room and watch a little television. She shocked me a little bit and asked if I wanted some company because she wasn't ready to head back to her room with Crystal yet, Crystal had a couple of other ladies from work in there room. I said sure come on. I was thinking on my way to the room where was this leading.

When we got to my room I really hadn't thought about it but I only had a king bed and a small table and chairs. So I made the best of it and grabbed a couple of pillows in the closet and said we could prop these up and sit on the bed. There wasn't really anything on television so we were just chatting, laughing and having a good time. I noticed that she was adjusting her neck every once and awhile and I asked if it was bothering her and she said it was a little tight. I took the opportunity and said that I give a great back rub and started massaging her shoulders. She sighed and I could tell that she was enjoying it. I told her that it would be easier if she sat in front of me. I sat up against the head board and positioned her between my legs and started rubbing her shoulders and neck for her.

It all started innocently and I could tell she was enjoying it and getting relaxed. The next thing I know I was starting to get a hardon and didn't want her to notice. All I could think about was this lady is older than my mother. It didn't help my hardon though. I had been rubbing her shoulders for about 10 minutes when she kind of leaned back and rested her back on my chest and kind of stretched her neck out and I don't know what got into me but I gave light kiss on the neck. I felt her stiffen up for a moment and stop and I thought I had over stepped my limit but she let out a deep breath and leaned her head forward and let me continue massaging her shoulders. She moved back against me and I know she could feel my hardon.

So I took that as a signal and I moved my hands down her sides and up her front and cupped her breasts in my hands. She leaned back into me and I started kissing her neck and she let out a soft sigh. I kept rubbing her breast softly and cupping them with my hands. She turned her head to the side and I went from kissing her neck to kissing her on the mouth. They were nice soft little kisses and than we both opened our mouths and let our tongues touch. As we were kissing she had a button up shirt and I started to undo her buttons in a nice slow fashion. After I had her shirt unbutton she was wearing a front clasping bra and I undid that. I moved my hands to her bare breasts and continued to feel them.

After a couple of minutes of this I stooped and moved out from behind her. I had her lay down and I went to unbutton her pants and removed them, she was now laying there in her panties and shirt and bra that were both open. I smiled at her and reached for her panties and removed them from her also. She had a nice little patch that was well trimmed. I laid my hands on her legs and spread them apart getting a nice view. I reached forward and placed my thumbs on each side of her and spread her open revealing her clit to me. I massaged gently with my thumbs and she closed her eyes and enjoyed her self. She wasn't overly vocal but could tell her breathing had increased.

I leaned forward a licked her from as low as I could go to her clit. Keeping my thumbs on each side of her I started licking her clit and could feel it hardening, with a nice soft movement from my tongue and nothing to aggressive. I did this for a couple of minutes I could tell she was enjoying this. I continued to lick her like this and went to insert my middle finger into her. I moved it in as far as I could and felt her hips to start moving with the rhythm of my finger. She was getting nice and wet. I pulled my finger out while still licking her and than inserted 2 fingers in her. She let out a moan and started moving her hips even more. After about a minute of this she shook her head and told me to stop. She looked at me and said she needed me inside of her and now. I was pretty horny at this time and didn't need to be told twice. I stripped off my clothes as quick as I could. I climbed back up on the bed and she reached for my cock and guided it to her entrance. She moved it up and down her a couple of times and got my head wet. She than put her other hand on my lower back and pulled me to her while guiding my cock into her.

I let myself enter her completely and I stopped when I was fully inside of her and gave a couple of little thrusts. She placed her hands on my hips and guided me about halfway out and than back in, just a nice slow pace. I don't think I could have been any harder. I kept the pace slow knowing that if I went to fast I would not last very long. I kept the same pace but I was now almost coming completely out her with each thrust. Right before I would pull out I would thrust back into her completely. I kept this pace up for a couple of minutes and just enjoyed the feeling. I was getting into this and I could tell that I was getting less sensitive and that I would be able to increase the pace and last for awhile.

As I increased the pace she was holding me tighter and her moans were getting louder. I could hear the bed rocking up against the head board and this made me increase my pace even more. I was giving everything I had I could tell she was getting closer to an orgasm. The pace and angle I was hitting her was feeling really good. Her orgasm hit her quickly and she grabbed on as tight as she could to my hips and her body almost went stiff. She called out oh my god and released a big sigh. I was so hard by now and close myself that I picked up the pace and the tighter she held on the harder I thrust. It was a matter of seconds and I released several huge spurts of cum into her. Coming down from our orgasms I lay on top of her total spent. We just enjoyed the moment together. I looked up and said wow. I don't think I have ever cum that hard before. She just smiled and I rolled off the top of her and she got up and went to the bathroom. It hit me than, that I just had great sex with a lady that is a couple of years older than my own mother. It was like wow.

I could hear her peeing in the bathroom and than the sink ran for about 30 seconds. When she came back out she had did her bra and had buttoned up her shirt but was still naked from the waist down. She was carrying a warm washcloth and said that she liked to clean her man up after sex. Using the wash cloth she gave my cock and balls a good slow washing taking her time. She bent over took me in her mouth and went down on me completely and than sucked the tip of my head and gave it a kiss. It was getting me hard again and I said round 2. She said she had to get back to her room and Crystal before she came looking for her. With that she got dressed and I lay there naked watching her and she came over gave me a peck on the lips smiled at me and left my room.

I was kind of disappointed with her not staying and wondered if she was feeling bad or having second thoughts. I watched television for awhile and fell a sleep.

When I woke up in the morning I showered and got my stuff together for the ride home. I checked out and was heading to my car when I saw Sherri in the parking lot I walked over and said good morning. She said hi. I asked if she was good and she said no. Oh no, what is wrong? She said that she was upset at herself because she didn't stay for round 2. I kind of smiled at that and at that moment Crystal walked up and asked where I had been last night. She hadn't seen me around last night. I told her that I went for a walk and had a little cardio and than cleaned up before I went to sleep. I finished by saying that it was a nice night. She asked if I was glad I came and said I wouldn't have missed it. She said that is funny my mom said the same thing.

With that we parted and that is how my relationship with my receptionist's mother started.

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Experience of Soft Sex in The House on Hibiscus Street

The women at the Baptist church said a girl that pretty shouldn't be left alone. A young lady should have a husband who stays at home and doesn't stay gone for weeks at a time. Those women at church were lucky to have husbands that worked in town and came home at night. They were fortunate to have husbands that still found their corpulent forms desirable enough to sink into in the darkness of their bedrooms. It was easy for them to cluck when they were satisfied on a regular basis.

They said she was 'just precious.' 'Just precious' could mean cute, pretty, lame, simple, or backwoods. Or it could just mean precious.

Alice knew that her husband needed the work. He was in the oil field in East Texas and Southern Arkansas, working with teams of men sinking steel and iron pipe into the ground to find the lakes of black gold under the earth. Oil Money was Big Money and Big Money was Good Money. It was dangerous work, and her husband Jimmy would come home with tales of men who had been crushed, mangled, burned. She was always grateful to see him, and glad that he was well and whole. She was happy to be filled by him, happy to feel the weight of him on top of her, happy for his scent after they were done and waiting to love again.

On the other hand, she was always a little happy when he went back to the piney woods. It gave her a chance to tend to her pride and joy, her house. She kept it spotless, floors not only mopped but waxed and shined. Blinds dusted. Rugs vacuumed. Kitchen tidy, always tidy. Laundry washed, dried and put away. It was easier when he was away and she didn't have to pick up after him.

As she pruned back the azaleas in her immaculately kept flower beds, she thought of the oilfield shantytown and wondered if at night they drank and played cards and if women were brought in. She scratched her nose with her forearm and imagined it as a Stag Party, but with a daily chance of dismemberment and death. She raked the azalea cuttings into a pile and came to the conclusion that the men were likely too tired for any of that debauchery. At the end of the day, all they wanted was a meal and a bed.

They could afford to move, she and Jimmy, but memories in the house on Hibiscus Street were beginning to pile up and anchor them there. Silent, heavy memories of their new married life, the hopes for children to come and be raised by them in that house with a screen porch and a swing. A patch for a kitchen garden in the back, and neighbors to chat with over a honeysuckle covered fence. A garage for Jimmy to putter in when he was in from the field.

She did alterations out of her home not because they needed any extra income, but because she enjoyed it and it kept her occupied. Her clients, some of the same women who frowned on her household arrangement, were her always appreciative of her work. They knew good quality when they saw it, and they felt good quality when they wore it. She knew all the tricks to eliminate the look of thirty extra pounds. How to make A cups look like C s, B cups look like D s. How to make short, stumpy legs look longer and more elegant.

And every afternoon she retreated to a secret garden within the walls of the bungalow house on Hibiscus Street. At mid-afternoon, she would turn the sign on the screen door from 'Come in!' to 'Be Back in Fifteen minutes.' The curtains would close and her clothes would come off. She would lie back on her bed or sprawl on the couch or slump in one of the steel-and-vinyl kitchen chairs and bring herself to a boil. But when she was finished she was only partially satisfied. She wanted to feel the firmness of a man's hands on her.

She was lonesome for her husband, but when her fingers circled herself, her mind danced playfully like a barefoot girl in a summer dress in the flowers, imagining the different combinations of men, and sometimes women, who would pleasure her and be pleasured by her. Sometimes she fantasized about wandering into the oil field shantytown unannounced and being taken by her husband, and then by the rest of the men right in the middle of the muddy camp, one by one and then two by two, black and white. When she was done and her chest was heaving, she felt remorse about the wicked thoughts she had entertained and the unclean things she had done to herself.

On the Sundays when the topic of the sermon was Sins of the Flesh, Alice thought she could feel the lights shine on her alone. Every pound on the lectern buffeted her core and more than once she winced as the preacher did it. When he put his hands on the lectern and leaned in to rail against the evils of 'parn-ogra-FEEE,' she felt he was looking straight at her. She had never seen any pornography, but she thought she might like to.

She fanned herself under her bonnet, not from the heat but from the thoughts that had already found her again there in church. Thoughts that were making her skin red and the silk panties wet under her floral print A line dress. After a quick white-gloved fingertip handshake and a 'fine sermon, Brother Howe' she clicked home shakily on her heels with a blank slate that was already a little less clean from a fresh batch of impure thoughts.

One afternoon she was altering a debutante dress for a girl and her mother. The mother's blue-black hair had been sculpted into a ball of sorts and then lacquered down. The girl wore a ponytail and a skirt with bobby socks and Mary Janes. She chewed gum saucily as she and her mother fought over the neckline of the dress. The line of scrimmage surged up and down.

"But Ma-maaaaa. All the girls wear 'em this low these days."

Alice listened with a tape measure draped over her shoulders. It cascaded over her breasts and the ends dangled at her trim waist. Alice knew what the girl meant: this was how low the necklines were for the girls who wanted the boys to look and get hard and want to look again as they imagined the nipple just out of sight, like a strawberry or a raspberry, warm and ripe and firm and ready to be picked.

"What do you think?" The girl's mother's voice was distant and directed Alice's attention like a tug on her sleeve.

"She's right, ma'am. They have dropped a little in the last few years." In the corner of her eye, she could see the girl smile. Then Alice added, "Maybe we could bring it down...just a little." The girl's smile faded slightly as Alice pinned the neckline. The two left, the mother's gloves draped over the purse in her hand.

Alice had just sat down to a light lunch, wishing she had something to go with her tuna fish, something tangy and sweet like a strawberry. She looked through a folded back copy of Harper's Bazaar. A knock on the screen door caught her attention, and she put down the sandwich and the magazine. Her hands rubbed together to get the crumbs off. She swallowed hurriedly and called, "Who is it?"

"Excuse me, are you Mrs. Cotton? The man asked through the dirty gray of the screen door. He was looking up from a slip of paper in his hand. His outline was all she could see. At first Alice thought that somehow Gregory Peck was in town and had stopped to see her. Her mind could imagine things like that.

"The clerk at Jordan and Booth told me I could get these pants hemmed here." Alice made out the wide dark ribbon of something draped over his arm. His free hand shaded his eyes as he peered through the mesh. "Says you're the best."

Her voice found her and she said, "Oh, they flatter me, then. Do come in, you've come to the right place."

She opened the door for him and could not help notice how tall and trim he was. He removed his hat like a gentleman was supposed to when going indoors and she took it to hang up like a lady always did. He wore a light gray suit and a tie like a man that worked indoors.

She pulled a pencil from behind her ear. The end of her ponytail had snaked into her shirt, and she flipped it out. "Name, sir?" she asked.

"Robert Bass. Bobby."

"Allllllrightsir," she chimed as she finished writing. She snapped the manila paper ticket along the perforation and gave it to him. "Change behind the screen, if you please."

It was a free standing screen in pleated black and red with a golden scene of Japanese maidens reclining by a stream. The shape of their umbrellas echoed the dome of Mt. Fuji which loomed in the distance. Alice rarely got men clients, and was always at a loss on where to wait while they changed. She turned her back to the screen and the rustle of fabric behind it. His voice said, "There a good place to eat in this town?

"You new?"

"Yes ma'am. Just moved from Atlanta. Me and the wife and our daughter."

"Well, you can try Herby Ks, if you don't mind the colored part of town. It's real good," Alice said to the wall. " And there's the Carousel on Kings Highway."

He emerged from the screen with the excess pants legs puddled around his feet.

"Step up here," she said, motioning to a small platform. "Cuff?"

"Yes ma'am, please. A cuff."

She knelt down, glad that she had worn jeans today instead of a dress. The denim legs were rolled up to mid calf over the smooth skin that was dappled with light brown freckles. Her orange plaid shirt was knotted at her waist. Her hands deftly rolled up the gray flannel surplus and she took a pin from her lips and skewered the cuff in place.

"Is it true what they say about redheads?" he looked down and asked.

"What?" she muffled between the pins at her lips. She held the cuff in place and took the pins out of her mouth with her other hand. "What was that?" She looked up at him with green, orange-lashed eyes.

"Is it true what they say about redheads? Terrible tempers?"

Alice stabbed a pincushion shaped like a mouse with the pins. "Oh, I don't know." She smiled down at the hem and pulled the pants leg down and taut. "I'm more of a pussycat." She blushed at saying pussy-anything in front of him and immediately wished she had chosen a different word. She pivoted around to his front to check that side of the cuff. Her face was inches from his crotch and she thought she could smell the mustiness of his excitement. Her panties moistened, and she blushed again and moved to the back.

He turned to look over his shoulder and when he did the back of her hand grazed his buttocks. It was momentary, but she was struck by the firmness, the muscularity of it. She looked away, and he smiled but otherwise pretended not to notice. She took the pins from her mouth and pinned the rest of the cuff. The remaining pins she put in a blue and white porcelain dish.

She snapped the pants leg tight. "That should do it. Ready three to five days." She was sure her face was still red.

"Change?" he asked. His voice sounded like it was in the next room or the next house or across town or on the other side of the world.

"Excuse me? What was that?"

"Can I change now? Into the pants I wore here?"

"Oh. Oh, behind the screen there. I'll...I'll leave you to it." He disappeared behind Mt. Fuji. The Japanese ladies smiled like they knew a secret. She went into the parlor and sat on the couch.

He emerged changed and she saw him to the door, giving him his hat and jacket. She watched him make the steps and then turn at the sidewalk. When he had made the corner, she opened a crack in the screen door and flipped the sign. Back in Fifteen Minutes.

That night she dreamed about him. She dreamed that she was on her knees to pin the cuff of his pants, which were ridiculously long. Then his cock was out of his pants through the fly and she took it and he got hard there inside of her mouth. Her hands squeezed his flannel covered ass, firm and nothing but muscle. He was hard in her mouth and she went up and down his length. She awoke from her dream and could not summon it back again.

It wasn't even a week when he returned. She was putting gussets in a skirt for a lady and listening to the radio. The Guiding Light muttered, "Richard, is there someone else?" and two notes from a French horn highlighted the drama. A Diet Rite wrapped in a paper towel sweated on the side table. The sewing machine whirred in short bursts as Alice fed the fabric into it. The screen door strained the breeze and gave it a metallic fragrance.

"Afternoon, Mrs. Cotton."

She looked up and jumped.

"Oh, you scared me," she said, putting her hand to her chest.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I knocked twice and I guess you didn't hear me. So I was worried. "

"Oh, that was sweet of you."

"I didn't mean to scare you."

"No really, that's alright." She chuckled. "What can I do for you today, Mr. Bass?"

"Please, Bobby. I'd like the buttons let out on this jacket." He pulled the lapels together in the front.

"Your wife must be a good cook."

"Oh, she doesn't cook much. Busy with the baby."

Alice's green eyes were on the blue-and-white seersucker sleeves. Bobby's eyes were on hers.

"How 'bout you?" He asked.

"How about what?" She motioned for him to lift his arms.

"You're married, right? I can see the ring."

She looked at her wedding ring like it had just appeared there. A block over, a heavy truck accelerated down Greenwood Road. Its deep-throated rumble sent a tiny tremor through the window panes of the house.

"Oh. Oh, yes. Yes, I'm married. He's gone a lot. The oil patch."

"Oh," he nodded. "I see." A woman and a man spoke of serious matters on the radio in the next room.

She moved to the front of him and snapped the jacket down. The back of her hand brushed the bulge in his trousers. It was an accident, really it was.

"Pardon," she murmured.

"That's ok." He said quietly. Their eyes locked for a moment and she looked down. He lightly lifted her chin and their eyes were locked again.

Their hands cradled each others' faces, palms pressing into cheeks, fingers at the nape of their necks. Their lips rubbed wet on each other. They were locked in a moment that would never, ever, end.

He broke the kiss.

"No, we can't," he exhaled

"You're right, we can't," she agreed. But it was a lie. They could and they did.

They kissed again like two people drinking the last ounce of water from a canteen in the desert. Without breaking their kiss, they undressed each other. Buttons were jerked out of their buttonholes. Clasps were undone with shaky hands. Shirttails were uprooted. A dress fell to the floor. One hand wandered over the point of her beige silk bra while the other wedged in the front of her panties. She kissed his neck. His undershirt came up and she kissed his nipples. Inside her panties, his hand rested in the soft nest of hair as his finger went further south in search of moisture. She sighed when he found it.

She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra and threw it aside like it was an annoyance. He kissed down her chest and beheld her small breasts, nipples pert and aching. They were firm in his mouth. He moved from one to the other as if he were comparing the taste and firmness of them. Her thumbs hooked inside the waistband of her panties and she shimmied them down to the shining hardwood floor.

She took his hand and they walked naked to the bedroom. After a kiss more, he was over her and the kiss after that, inside her. He huffed and grunted with each stroke. Her small hands pressed into his chest. From time to time she looked into his face to see the ecstasy there. His mouth slack, his eyes closed. She surged ahead and reached the summit just before he did, wrapping her arms and legs around him. He gave one final push and spent himself inside her.

Afterward he sat on the side of the bed facing away from her with his face in his hands. She looked at the wall and tried to listen for all the afternoon noises in the neighborhood. Finally, she turned to him and stroked his back.

"What have we done?" He mumbled into his hands.

She rubbed his back with her fingertips and stared into the ceiling.

"I don't know," she murmured. "But I liked it."

"I did too," he admitted. He turned to her and smiled, a whisper of a smile, a grudging smile and he turned and lifted the covers and their bodies pressed together again. They pecked a kiss and she nestled her head under his chin. Her hand pressed into his stout, hair covered chest and trailed down to the other patch of hair, which was matted wet with their passion. She rose and straddled him, and they were off again. Her breasts hung pointed at him as if he were the center of all gravity.

Almost every day, he fell into the habit of bringing in the same pair of pants. If she had another customer, he would wait on the front porch. When the lady left, he would tip his hat to her. He and Alice would stand looking at each other's dark image through the screen door and he would say for the benefit of the person leaving, "I still don't think the length is right. Can you take it up a little?"

And when the engine in the drive way rumbled to life, Alice would move to the door. As the customer's car cleared the corner, she ushered him in quickly and reached a hand through the screen door to flip the sign. Back in Fifteen Minutes. The door lock snapped and the curtains closed.

Then they would rush together, exhaling hot breath on each other's necks as hands fumbled with belts, bras and trousers. Sometimes they would stumble hand in hand to the bedroom, their feet pounding on the hardwood floors, their hearts pounding in their chests. Sometimes they wouldn't make it past the couch. Sometimes not past the floor.

Often they would find themselves naked on the bed, she sitting on his lap with her legs around him. She clutched him like a shipwreck survivor would clutch a buoy, a buoy that was bobbing frenetically in a choppy sea. He put his hands under her buttocks so he could feel their hair mingle and his cock pull her delicate pink lips back and forth. Her nails dug into his back as she came hard, shouting through clenched teeth and bucking her hips into him. He respired hurriedly, blowing like a steam engine, and then a muted primal moan signaled his release.

Afterward, she would rub his back as he complained of tight muscles there. A thought would barge into her mind like an intruder about her poor husband in the oilfield dodging swaying pipe in the mud and dust and heat and cold, and she would contrast it to Bobby who only lifted a pencil or a briefcase. But then those kinds of thoughts were swept away like dry leaves by a whirlwind of passion and desire.

Only once did they spend the night together. Bobby parked around the corner in the A & P parking lot on Greenwood Road and walked down Hibiscus Street, with a pair of slacks over his arm. He had told his wife that he would be in Alexandria for the night on business.

Alice had planned everything, a romantic dinner, slow dancing to the radio in the living room, a nearly see-through ivory negligee. But she had forgotten to get more condoms.

The thought had crossed her mind when she and Jimmy had used the last one, when he had come in from the oilfield the last time. She was mindful of them now, careful not to have too many or too few in the drawer of the nightstand, worried that Jimmy would be suspicious of any change in the inventory.

When the crucial moment came calling for one, she was kissing Bobby and blindly searching the drawer for one. His length was poised at her opening, feeling the magnetic force of her wet pinkness. She broke their kiss and leaned over to look in the bedside drawer. In her exasperation she rifled through the drawer, tossing out slips of paper and dog-eared paperback books.

"No more rubbers," she said. She released their embrace and collapsed back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He was braced on his hands, arms straightened above her. "What do we do now?" she asked.

"I'll pull out," he said. The yellow lamplight fell on just one side of his face.

She thought about it. She didn't trust his willpower for that. Or her own, for that matter. She slid under him, kissing his chest and then kissing further down. He rolled on his back and she moved to his side. Leaning over him, she took him in her mouth. After a few head bobs like a bird in a mating ritual, she released him, stroked him with her hand and said, "How is it? Am I doing it right?" She had never done it before, with Jimmy or with anyone, though she had imagined it.

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The Beginning of Passionate Silence by Wild Fuck

She sat in seat 13-A, looking silently out the window at the ground slowly moving by 35,000 feet below her, occasionally interrupted by a soft cloud passing by on the Friday afternoon. Her drink sat half-finished on the tray table dropped down from the seat back in front of her.
She knew she wanted this flight; she had to get away, and she knew that what she would encounter at the other end was something she wanted, no, needed for herself—to feel like a woman again. This trip was the end of the slavish life she had left behind, a life that had started out well but had gone sour, corrupted and decayed by infidelity and the loss of trust that had come with it. The reward for that infidelity and breach of vows was her angry silence. In that dark time first she had shied away from everyone in her hurt, choosing silence over words that would hurt those that didn't deserve it. When that threatened to overwhelm her, she had sought solace for her own needs in the other she was flying to see now, not for any revenge or infidelity of her own, but for understanding, to try to get past her hurt, to heal, and move on. He had helped her, and she had moved on and healed, but she also found she wanted more. She had almost completely moved on from being used and exploited as a housewife and penis depository. The divorce was long past. Her emotional wounds had all healed save one. This trip was to see him, to heal that final wound, to become whole again, and to repay the debt she owed him.
At first they had simply talked, about the situation she was in. She was able to break her silence with him. He provided her a male perspective on the situation, including insight as to how the male mind operated, and why some men acted like total assholes. She found him gentle and understanding, and she knew she could trust him with anything. As time went on the talks moved beyond broken relationships into more mundane things like how to fix her broken computer and why women's clothes sizing in stores made no sense. After the divorce, she found herself sharing dreams and fantasies with him, and him her. Although they had known each other for a few years, they saw each other rarely, because time and distance made for persistent enemies of even the longest and strongest of relationships. They exchanged photos, and of late the photos took on a more risqué tone, with her taking the first step of a topless photo, then the rest of her. His replies were in line, indicating he loved what he saw, and he reciprocated with photos of him, and she replied in kind. This was not a man who was out for a conquest, even though they had cybersex together a few times. There was a mutual attraction, and after a long time, this trip was finally happening. But the time for words between them was past, so silent she would be.
She stirred from her thoughts and absently reached for, then finished her rum and coke, the third since she left. A few minutes later the flight attendant collected the trash and she put up the tray table. She returned to her gaze out the window, watching the miles creep by and the ground creep closer as the 737 approached for landing. Landmarks familiar from memorizing Google Maps came to her as she found his house from above. She knew he wasn't there at the moment, because he was waiting for her at the airport. The plane touched down with a bump and taxied to the terminal. Mentally she reviewed her next steps, and as she walked up the jetway with the other passengers from the half-full flight, pulling her carry-on bag, her lone luggage, with her, she shivered. Maybe it was the cold air in the jetway, maybe it was anticipation, but she was glad she was wearing the button-up denim dress she had on now for the warmth it provided. Still she stayed silent.
She entered the concourse and headed to the nearest restroom. Entering a stall, she pulled in her carry-on behind her and latched the door. First she unbuttoned the bottom of her dress up past the mid-calf she had set it at to much higher, so that the lowest button was just below mid-thigh. She lowered her panties and relieved herself since the 3 rum and cokes was letting her know her bladder was full, but when she was done, she slipped her panties off all the way and put them into the outer pocket of her bag. She stowed her reading glasses in her purse and removed the barrettes in her hair, letting it cascade down from the tight bun she had done it up in for the flight to its full auburn length to her waist. Then she unbuttoned the top of the dress to her navel and removed her bra, putting it with the panties in the bag. She buttoned the dress back up to just below her breasts, so that her cleavage was visible but nothing would fall out until she wanted it to. It was liberating, wearing nothing but her dress, pentacle, and her lone piercing. She let out another shiver. She was slightly buzzed, but still, she had not let this part of her come out in a long time—too long.
Out of the purse came a compact and she checked her minimal makeup, finding no smudges. Next came the strawberry lip gloss. Last, the perfume, from a bottle he had sent her the previous Yule, and she applied it to her neck, running a line down her cleavage, and another up the inside of each thigh. She gave herself a quick touch of the piercing between her legs to create even more anticipation, but she stopped, and she stowed the makeup back in her purse and left the stall, heading out of the restroom and towards the security gate. She had been silent since she had boarded the plane.
*****
He stood there, outside the security area, silently waiting. He had been there only a few minutes, timing his arrival to minimize the parking costs. To the casual observer, he was just another man, patiently awaiting a passenger arrival, but on closer inspection they would have found it odd to see him wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket indoors over his loose white t-shirt and leather chaps over his loose sweat pants—until they saw the helmet in his hand. He looked completely the part of a biker, and he was. Except for the bulge in his pants hidden by his fanny pack, and the fact that the only thing between that bulge and the fanny pack was the sweat pants.
He thought back to times past with her, the talks, the times when she really needed a long hug, a good shoulder rub, or a chest to bury her face into and cry, yet there was no one there in person to provide it for her. He had seen this woman at her best and worst, seen her most vulnerable and most vicious. She had bared her soul and body to him, and he had taken that gift and made the most of it, and this trip was the final act in a long play that would lead who-knows-where.
And he wanted her. And she wanted him, else she would not have come.
And she was there, coming down the escalator, looking around nervously, then seeing him and breaking into a smile. She stepped off and came to him, dropping her bag beside them, throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply. No words were said. None were needed. He returned her kiss with fervor as she pressed herself into him. They broke the kiss and he grabbed her carry-on. He motioned for her to follow, and she did, hooking her arm in his as they made their way out the door into the parking garage. He stopped at a Harley with a sidecar. He retrieved a spare helmet from the sidecar and placed her carry-on in and strapped it in, then removed the fanny pack and placed it in a saddle bag. He set the helmet, along with his own, on the seat of the bike. They embraced again, and this time the kiss was more insistent, and she opened her mouth to admit his tongue, and they reveled in the taste of rum, coke, and strawberries. His hand reached inside her dress and cupped her right breast, feeling it weight in his hand, and his fingers tweaked the nipple softly. Her hands reached around and ducked into his pants and squeezed the cool flesh of his behind, pulling him into her, and she felt his arousal against her.
Then the kiss was broken again, and he helped her into her helmet, her long hair billowing out underneath, blending right in with the red flames on the black helmet. He put on his own helmet, with blue flames in a custom job that matched the bike perfectly, zipped up his jacket, and mounted the bike. She lifted up a leg and swung on behind him, feeling the cool leather on her piercing, and the slight push back gave her another shudder. He started the motor as she slipped her arms around his waist, and she leaned into him, partly to keep the wind off her breasts but also because whatever cologne he was wearing was intoxicating. They left the parking garage and headed out of the airport for the drive home, and she decided to play some more. He hands moved lower and into the front of his pants, finding his still-erect self. She began a gentle stroking of it, reveling in the feel of him, trying to entice but not distract. For his part, he had decided to take city streets home and no freeways the moment he had seen her swing a creamy leg over the bike behind him, giving him a peek at her bareness beyond. Now her hands were definitely enticing as he tried to focus on the road ore than his raging hard-on and her merciless teasing.
They hit a bump and she felt the bike, already vibrating on her piercing, lurch into her, sending her a jolt of unexpected pleasure, and she gripped him tighter. She noticed more and each one began to build within her a wave of pleasure that she knew would soon break, and all that was in question was how and when. She stopped her stroking but left her hands there and let the bike and the road do the work.
*****
After what seemed like an eternity of bump-induced pleasure but in reality was only ten minutes, he pulled into the garage, shut off the bike, and put down the door. She released her grip on him and withdrew her hands from his pants and dismounted, he following and removing his fanny pack from the saddle bag and her carry-on from the sidecar. They both removed their helmets and placed them in the sidecar, then entered the house. He removed his sunglasses and put them in his jacket, then removed the jacket and chaps and shoes and put them in the coat closet.
He went straight away to the bedroom with her bag, and she followed to the doorway. She slipped off her shoes and kicked them aside. He placed the bag in the corner and turned to face her. She ran to him and threw herself onto him, and he fell backwards onto the bed, her on top of him. Her hands ripped at his t-shirt, tearing it off, and her hands frantically pulled down his pants, and she quickly, almost frantically got them off of him. She hiked her own dress and moved onto him, getting him into her at last. She began to move up and down on him as she worked the buttons of her dress, one button for each thrust, until there were no more buttons and she removed it completely and cast it aside. He started to reach for her but she grabbed his wrists and pushed him back. This was her time. She moved up and down on him faster, feeling him inside her, reveling in the feel of what she needed and had lacked for so long. Her hand found her piercing and she began stroking herself, and the other found her breast and began to stroke her nipple. She continued this way, humping like a beast possessed, until she came with a silent roar, mouth open with no sound coming out, stopping her thrusts to clench him in her shuddering and twitching throes, then feeling him come inside her as well. She was a woman again, sexy, confident, and utterly feminine, restored the way that only trust and unrestrained passion can do. When she had subsided enough to think, she moved off of him, then curled up next to him. They drifted off to sleep.
*****
The first thing he noticed as he woke was touch. More specifically, the lack of hers. She was gone, but as his other senses came into wakefulness, he heard water running in the shower and saw a waft of steam curling along the ceiling from the bathroom. He got up and went into the bathroom. She was there, in the shower, letting the water wash over her. He opened the door and stepped inside, then closed the door behind himself. She took the washcloth and soap, and turned to face him. She kissed him tenderly, and then began to wash him, working down his chest and back, then going down his arms and up his legs, exploring every inch of him, caressing him, stroking him, and cleaning him. At last she found herself kneeling at his crotch, and she gently washed him there, taking extra care of the sensitive areas that were already responding to her touch. She followed up the rinse with her own special ministrations, taking him in her mouth and sucking and licking him under the warm spray, until he could stand it no more and he let loose, but she would not relinquish, and took all of him in. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, took the washcloth, and began to wash her, and he did exactly the same thing to her she did to him—exploring every inch, caressing, stroking, and cleaning her. He slipped the washcloth between her legs and washed her there gently, but then at last he finished with washing her breasts, taking extra care on them, and he followed up with his own mouth, first sucking on one, then the other, then the first again, enjoying her nipples as they grew ever so taut under his tongue and teeth. He reached behind and turned off the water, then opened the door. They stepped out of the shower, and she reached for a towel, and began to dry him in the same way she had washed him, and when she finished he did the same.
But then he dropped the towel and scooped her in his arms and carried her back to the bed. He laid her on the bed and then kneeled before her. He spread her legs wide and move down to her, and his mouth closed in on her piercing and he began to lick and suck on her womanhood. She draped her legs over his shoulders and her hands found the back of his head, her eyes closed, as she twitched and shook with orgasm after orgasm from his relentless assault on her. He refused to stop, and she refused to let him, until finally he disengaged and replaced his mouth with his manhood. He thrust into her, first slow and shallow, then deeper and faster as she accepted him in, until he was pounding away on her and she was arching her back in pleasure. He pulled out and turned her over and began again, from behind, getting even deeper, her mouth chewing the pillow to keep from crying out, her hands clenching the sheets as waves of orgasms washed over her yet more. Finally with one deep thrust he came deep inside her, and then he slowly pulled out. They collapsed together.
*****
They continued like this all weekend long, with no words between them, making love with a passion and intensity that was beyond words anyway. When they weren't in bed they were elsewhere in the house, and no words were exchanged at all, even when eating meals.
*****
She sat in seat 15-G, looking out the window at the lights on the ground slowly moving by 35,000 feet below her, occasionally interrupted by a soft cloud passing by on the Sunday evening. Her drink sat half-finished on the tray table dropped down from the seat back in front of her.
She was finally healed. She was a woman again. The debt was repaid.
She would return soon, to share in the passionate silence again. But when that comes, she knows she will not leave. And that time, when the silence breaks, the woman will remain, whole and complete.

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Fuck Hard with The Pool Boy

Mitch was playing XBox when he heard a car door slam. He looked out the window to see Emma, his next door neighbor coming home from shopping. "Damn she's fucking hot," Mitch thought to himself. Emma had been divorced for about a year, and Mitch felt a little guilty for looking at her this way. He really liked Mr. Ferguson, he'd lived next door to them since he was an infant, but Mitch was nineteen now and Mrs. Ferguson's tits were calling to him. 

Mitch figured he could fill a gallon milk bottle if he had kept all the semen he'd produced while watching Emma sunbathe by her pool, and he'd only been home from college for a week. Beating his meat while looking at Emma in a bikini wasn't going to be enough for Mitch this summer, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to squeeze her 36DD funbags as her pumped his eight inches of steel in and out of her shaved cunt.

Mitch had one problem, Emma and his mom had been best friends since before he was born. When Mitch looked at Emma, he saw the smoking hot blonde, with huge tits and a gorgeous ass. When Emma looked at Mitch, she saw the six year old in a Lone Ranger mask, shooting a cap gun in front of her house. Mitch figured that at some point Emma had to feel the need for some cock. She wasn't an old maid yet, far from it, she was only forty-two, and didn't look a day over twenty-five. 

Mitch knew Emma wasn't seeing anyone, and he hoped that if she was using toys to satisfy her needs, it wouldn't be long before she grew as tired of them as Mitch had grown of his hand. All Mitch had to do was convince Emma that he wasn't the little boy she'd watch grow up. He had to show her he was a full grown man, capable of satisfying her desires. Mitch wasn't dumb enough to think that he could have any kind of relationship with Emma, she'd never be able to look his mom in the eye again. He had to be the young stud with a hard dick that she just fucked for fun.

In order to do that, Mitch was going to have to show her that he wasn't such a little boy anymore. That was going to be tough for him, he didn't even call her by her first name, but Mitch had all summer to do it. The first thing Mitch thought he had to do was let Emma see just how much he'd grown. Mitch was no dumpy college dork, he was on the swim team in college, and he had a gorgeous body. He had short close cropped brown hair that made his lean handsome face look rugged and chiseled. He kept his lean tight body always perfectly shaved for swimming, and his long thick eight inch cock looked more like a work of art than a sex organ. 

Mitch had a plan to show himself off to Emma. He went and bought a pair of white swim trunks two sizes too small. After his parents had gone to sleep that night, he went outside and took a saw from the garage. There was a huge tree in their backyard, and some of the branches hung over the pool. Every fall it was a pain cleaning the fallen leaves out so the pool could be used. Mitch figured if you couldn't swim in a pool with leaves, you certainly couldn't use one with a huge tree branch in it. Mitch sawed one of the tree limbs about halfway through, hoping its weight would cause it to fall into the pool by morning.
Mitch woke up the next morning to find the tree limb crashed into the pool, just as he hoped. He went downstairs to the kitchen and found his mother making breakfast.
"Mom, did you see the tree limb in the pool, how am I going to practice?"
"Don't worry honey, I already called a tree service, I'm sure Emma will let you use her pool for today."

Sweet victory, Mitch thought to himself. Not only was his scheme in motion, but his mom had made the suggestion he use Emma's pool. About an hour later Mitch was knocking on Emma's door,
"Hi Mrs. Ferguson, a big tree limb fell into our pool last night...I was wondering if I could use your pool for my workout?"
"Oh of course sweetie, come on in."

Mitch came in and chatted with Emma for a few minutes before he changed into his swim trunks and went out to the pool. Mitch's extremely tight swim trunks were so small that every single detail of his dick was clearly visible, and they weren't even wet. Mitch thought that if he were to get an erection, it might just tear the trunks right off of him.
Mitch went outside, jumped into the water, and swam a few laps. He was carefully keeping an eye on the windows to make sure Emma was somewhere she could see outside when he got out of the pool. Mitch could see that Emma had come into the kitchen, and was making a pitcher of iced tea. Mitch seized his opportunity. He slowly climbed out of the pool and turned to face the window. With his swim trunks wet, they were completely see through, and even tighter fitting. Mitch's manhood was clearly on display. Mitch stood there for a moment. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

Emma wasn't really paying any attention to Mitch, she only casually glanced out the window, but the sight shocked her. She quickly looked away at first, but was unable to stop herself from taking a second peek. She looked long enough to at least confirm that she had seen what she thought she'd seen. She quickly looked back down at the iced tea she was making, but the picture of Mitch's cock was burned into her mind now. She tried to think of something else, like when Mitch was a little boy, or better yet when he was a baby. "I was at the hospital the day that boy was born," Emma thought to herself. Emma tried to think back to when Mitch was a baby, she'd changed his diaper many times. Emma told herself that it wasn't the first time she'd see the boy's wee wee.

Emma had made herself feel a little better until she heard splashing, Mitch was getting out of the pool again. Emma tried to make herself not look, but she couldn't. Emma thought that Mitch's cock looked even bigger this time, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. "This is my best friend's son...what would Donna think?" Emma tore her eyes away. When she heard a splash she walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

It had been a while for Emma, her toys kept her sane, but she hadn't felt anything warm inside her in far too long. Emma tried hard to erase what she'd seen from her mind, then she heard slashing again. Emma forced herself to stay in the couch for a moment, but she couldn't resist the urge. Emma got up and went to the window. "Oh my goodness!" Emma whispered. The entire head of Mitch's cock was poking out of his swim trunks. Emma was staring at like a hungry lion, at raw meat. "Please don't let Donna find out." Emma said to herself.
Mitch finished his workout and came inside. He asked Emma if he could go upstairs and take a shower. Emma said yes, and when she heard the water turn on she did something purely on impulse. She grabbed a towel and opened the door. Emma found Mitch standing there naked and said, "Oh I'm sorry honey, I just wanted to bring you a towel." Mitch made no effort to cover himself as he thanked her and took the towel.
Mitch saw his opportunity as Emma lingered at the door and said, "You don't have to be embarrassed Mrs. Ferguson, I'm not ashamed of my body, I don't mind you seeing me naked."
Emma couldn't help but stare, she composed herself and said, "Oh no dear...you have a very nice body."
Mitch could tell Emma was nervous, he inched closer to her and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Ferguson I think you have a very nice body too."
Emma was using all her willpower to not throw herself at Mitch until she looked down and saw Mitch's penis begin to grow. Emma was trembling as Mitch took a step closer to her. Mitch had a full erection when Emma spoke, "You're a little excited I see."
"Yes I am," Mitch said in a deep seductive voice as he took a step closer to Emma.
"What would your mother say?" Emma asked, almost stuttering.
"My mother doesn't need to know." Mitch said as he put his hand on the small of Emma's back, and pulled himself so close, that the tip of his penis touched her belly button. Emma wanted to stop herself, but she couldn't. It had been so long since she had a man inside her. She needed this. Mitch felt Emma's hand cautiously touch his penis. She wasn't trying to stimulate him, she wanted to touch it, explore it, as if she had forgotten what one felt like.
Emma couldn't control herself, she dropped to her knees and stared at Mitch's erection for a long moment. It wasn't too late for her to turn back, she could still send the boy home, take a cold shower and forget it ever happened. For a second Emma thought she could but then...
Mitch let out a soft moan of pleasure as Emma took him into her mouth. Mitch tasted like sweet candy to her. Emma sucked him like a lollipop, she was almost getting more pleasure from it than him. He felt so warm in her mouth, she could feel his heart beating, feel his breathing. Emma unbuttoned her top and let it fall to the floor and began caressing her breasts with both hands.
As good as Mitch tasted, Emma needed more. She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. This was Mitch's dream, Emma was standing in front of him naked. He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her to face away from him. He grabbed her left leg and lifted it, leaving the right on the floor, and thrust into Emma.
Emma moaned when she felt Mitch penetrate her. She had a real cock inside her for the first time in a year. She wanted to feel every inch of it. She didn't care that Mitch was pumping like a horny schoolboy, she wanted to feel it. Mitch couldn't do it standing up for long so Emma led him to the couch and let him sit down. She climbed on top of him and quickly stuffed his penis back inside her. Emma fucked him like a teenager, sliding up and down on his pole with blazing speed.
"He's so big," Emma thought to herself as Mitch filled her. She suddenly turned around to face away from him without allowing his cock outside her, and continued riding him. Mitch didn't think he could last much longer, Emma was like a bucking bronco on top of him. Mitch had no control, if Emma was going to cum it was completely up to her. Mitch could feel the sweat building up on Emma's body, she was fucking him like wild. Suddenly Mitch couldn't take anymore, he felt himself explode inside Emma. Emma only fucked Mitch harder when she felt his sperm fill her, she was screaming with pleasure when she finally collapsed on top of him. Emma lay on top of Mitch for a few moments before she climbed off. She really didn't have any idea what to say to Mitch, she'd acted in the heat of lust.
Mitch finally broke the awkward silence with, "Don't worry Mrs. Ferguson, I won't tell if you won't." Mitch headed home with a huge smile on his face. Mitch came in through the back door. His mother was chewing on an apple as she asked, "How was your workout dear?"
"Best one ever," Mitch replied.

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Fucking Adventure With My Friend And Sister

Hello, Guys, How are you, I have an Interesting Story for you guys, I’m Ata Khan from Lahore, I m 20 years old, Good Looking Smart Guy with a dick size of 9 inch long and 5 inch fat, I have a Sister, a Mother and Father, total we are all 4, The Heroine of the story is my Sister, Whose name is Sara, she is 21 years old, She is Cute, Hot and Sexy

She have a really hot figure her Body is Creamy in oclor, she have a creamy Milky body, her boobs are filled with milk and are fully white like milk, her boobs are 36 her ass is round and tits, It shakes a lot when she moves or runs, its 38, total her figure is 36 26 38. She usually wears Jeans and churidar pajamas, I love them her ass gives perfect moves and shape curves in pajamas,

My Mom is 40 years but she had kept herself perfect, she also wears jeans and pajamas. I and my sister used to study in same college and my college friends used to dye on my sister, they use to give very dirty comments, then in Uni also we were tighter and she used to wear hot clothes and contras undergarments bra and Panties.

I had a friend naming Amir, he was my childhood friend everyone in my family knew him and he used to come to our house, he was mad after my sister, he told me to call him at that time when no one was at home except me and my sister so we can have fun with her. So I called him and one day my mom was gone shopping with her friend, and my dad is out of country, I was alone with her at home.

I called him he came at that time it was 2 Pm and my sister was cooking in kitchen, she was wearing pink Capri with a white t shirt, I can see every part of her body in perfect shape and size, her boobs were trying to move out and get free, but couldn’t because of her t shirt and bra, as he came in side he got mad and shocked to see my sister as if what had happened and he said to me that she is looking bomb.

I said yes she is bomb, we went to kitchen and kept on talking with each other, my friend slightly touched her waist she didn’t said anything to us, or him, soon she served lunch to us and said that she will eat after she get fresh and she went to take some bath, we ate lunch and now we were at our peak to get any girl get her down, as she came out of bathroom her t shirt was wet a bit so

We can see the bra clearly and her Capri was also but she was wearing panty so we could see that her ass was wet or not, still after 5 mints she came to my room and sat with us to talk and have her lunch, she changed her clothes now she was wearing a white choridar pajama with a sky blue qamez, it was hot, we could see her bra strips out from side of neck, my friend said she looked gorgeous

And then started to flirt give sexy comments, and ask her some girly questions, which girls ask each other, my sister couldn’t answer because I was there and she was shy, he touched her hands and started kissing her hands, I started to kiss her legs, and she was sitting between we continued it till 10 mints, then we asked her to remove her qamez, she didn’t but then she did.

I was astonished to see her body and boobs, which were waiting to come out of bra, and we started to kiss again, and then I went down and pulled down her pajams and I kissed her bums and ass upon the panties then her thighs they were all soft my friend was mad and he started like madly on her ass, and he slapped it twice he tear up the panties and started to suck her ass hole and lick her pussy it was pinkish.

My sister took out voice as aahhhhh then he inserted a finger in her ass it was very tits and hardly got inside my sister cried a bit of pain but he told her to shut her fucking mouth and I was now fingering, he grabbed her hair and pulled her down to suck his cock, she couldn’t because it was big, it didn’t moved inside her mouth she started to choke and her saliva thook coming out of her mouth.

He did it move hardly and she felt vomit, he asked me to finger her pussy now I lick it and inserted one finger as she took out some noise he kissed her and inserted his cock in her mouth again, now he did it more inside she started to vomit out and we went to washroom and again did she vomited a lot there he slapped her face and told her to suck it, she did as he asked, and along with that he slapped her ass.

I was fingering her pussy now I couldn’t control I took out my dick and smooched it in her pussy she jumped as if something went inside tearing her pussy, he started bleeding and I fucked her pussy, my friend came back and inserted his dick in her tits ass hole, it couldn’t go inside he bought oil and did it, it went tearing her ass hole, we continued till 15 mints and then my liq came out in her mouth and his liq came out in her ass hole

She was unable to take my and his dick in her ass and pussy and she made a lot of noise and then I lied her down on bed and got her legs up in air, and my friend inserted 4 fingers in pussy and fingered her liquid came out with a splash on our faces and we sucked her boobs pressed her nipples and a lot of fun, now every day my sister sucks my dick and I fuck her in her ass and sometimes pussy whenever.

I see her shaking ass I slap it hard a sexy noise comes I laugh at her and we have a lot of fun, at that time her ass size was 36 now its 38 so it’s great. Amir also had a sister whom we fucked at his home, she is hot and sexy, her figure is 38 26 40 she and my sister are friends and we all have fun with each others. Thanks a lot for reading hope you like it and please comment and tell me okay.

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Our Couple Vacation Sexcapade

A story based on a true experience. Characters’ names are changed for anonymity reasons.
This story happened a few years ago. I’m Marlon 27 y.o. that time, 5’8”, athletic ang pangangatawan at medium sized ang tarugo. I had a longtime girlfriend- si Cassie, she was 26, 5’6” in height, maputi, slim, matambok at makinis ang puwet at ang pinagmamalaki kong malulusog na suso pati ang pinkish na nipples. I have this fantasy na makita ang partner ko na nakikipagsex sa ibang lalake, gangbang, DP (double penetration) or mas maganda, ung makipag-swap ng partner (swingers/ swinging) pero di ko alam kung pano ko sasabihin sa GF ko kasi alam ko na di sya papayag sa ganun.

Mahilig kami magtravel, yun ang hobby at bonding naming dalawa. Every time na magtravel kami wala kami ibang kasama dahil syempre di kami makakapag hardcore sex kung may kasamang iba at pag lumalabas kami iba-ibang sexpeditions ang ginagawa namin. Malibog ang GF ko, sobrang wild nya kapag nagsesex kami, ganun din ako at mahilig kami mag-experiment sa sex.

One time napagusapan namin magpunta sa isang kilalang beach dito sa Luzon para makapag- relax. Sobrang busy naming sa work at kelangan makapag- unwind. Mabilis ko naman siyang napapayag dahil mahilig din sya mag-beach. Gustong gusto nya magsuot ng bikini dahil proud sya sa katawan nya na talaga namang pangmatindihan. Ako naman natuturn-on ako kapag may mga lalaking habol tingin sa kanya yung mga tipong hinuhubaran sya sa tingin. Alam ko na dahil ito sa fantasy ko kaya hindi ako nakakaramdam ng galit kapag napapansin kong may mga lalaking tumitingin sa kanya ng ganon.

Dumating kami sa beach at nagcheck-in sa isang hotel, nag-ayos ng mga gamit sa room, nagpalit ng swimwear at lumibot sa paligid. After naming magdinner napagpasyahan naming magpunta sa isang bar para uminom. Pagdating namin sa bar kumuha agad kami ng table at nag-order ng isang bucket ng red horse. Paubos na yung bucket na inorder namin ng may nag-approach saming pinay na naka-bikini at dalawang foreigner na lalaki- si Jane, Paul (Kano) at Chris (Black American). Puno yung bar at madaming nagsasayawan sa dance floor kinausap ni Jane si Cassie kung okay lang magshare ng table dahil wala nang bakanteng table at mukhang pagod na sila sa kasasayaw. Friendly ang girlfriend ko kya madali naman syang pumayag. Madalas na partner ng mga foreigner ay yung mga di kagandahan at “exotic” kung tawagin pero iba si Jane. Maganda sya, sexy, morena, ka-height nya ang GF ko, matambok din ang puwet at wow, mas malaki ang suso nya. Akala ko nung una ay bayaran si Jane na nakuha lang ng dalawang foreigner sa tabi pero HR pala sya sa isang call center na nag-travel mag-isa at nagkataong nameet yung mga Kano sa lugar.

Habang nag-iinuman napapansin ko na panay ang tingin ni Paul at Chris sa boobs ni Cassie (naka- see-through sya na pangtaas at bikini) at sa tuwing mag- cCR si Cassie ay nakatingin sila sa puwet ng gf ko habang papunta sa CR. Masaya ang kwentuhan namin noon at naka ilang bucket na din naman ng inaproach kami ng waiter at sinabing last order na daw dahil closing na sila. May mini-bar sa nakuha naming room ni Cassie at nag-eenjoy ako kasama ang mga bago naming kaibigan kaya naman pagpasyahan kong yayain sila sa hotel room namin at doon na lang ituloy ang inuman.


Pagdating naming sa room nag-play ako ng music, si paul at Chris naman ay nag-ayos ng mga inumin habang si Jane at Cassie naman ay nagkukwentuhan. “babe tipsy na ko” bulong sakin ni Cassie. “ubusin lang natin to tapos aalis na din sila.” Sagot ko sa kanya. Lasing na si Jane at sa kalagitnaan ng inuman tumayo sya at nag- sexy dance sa gitna naming lahat. Tuwang tuwa ang dalawang Kano sa pagsayaw ni Jane habang naka- bikini. Nakaramdam ako ng libog sa pagsayaw ni Jane pero di ko pinahalata dahil siguradong magagalit ang GF ko. Pagkatapos ng tugtog naupo na si jane, habang tinukso naman nila si Cassie. “it’s your turn now Cass, we know you can do much better!” sabi ni Paul. “yeah, show us what you got baby!” ang sagot naman ni Chris.

Tumingin sakin si Cassie at kumindat lang ako sa kanya tanda ng pag-sangayon. Ngumiti sya sa akin, hindi naman KJ ang GF ko kaya’t tumayo sya at nagsimulang magsayaw.
Kumakabog ang dibdib ko ng mga oras na yun, dahil ba sa selos? siguro, pero ang alam ko ay nalilibugan ako habang nakikita ang gf ko na sumasayaw sa harap ng dalawang lalaking ngayon lang naming nakilala. Habang sumasayaw ni Cassie ay binuksan ko ang DSLR ko at sinimulan kong irecord ang mga pangyayari. Nararamdaman kong may kakaibang mangyayari ng gabing yun at ayaw kong palampasin yun ng walang remembrance. Sa kalagitnaan ng pagsayaw ni Cassie ay nilapitan sya ni Jane at sinabayan sya sa pagsayaw. Unti-unting tumigas ang aking pagkalalaki habang pinapanood ko si Jane na gumgiling habang hinahaplos si Cassie.nag- show down sila sa pagsayaw at habang tumatagal ay mas umiinit ang kanilang mga galaw. Makalipas ang ilang sandal napansin kong dahan dahang inaalis ni Jane ang see-though na damit ni Cassie kasabay ang malakas na pag- cheer ng dalawang Kano. hindi nagpapatalo ang gf ko, mas ginalingan nya ang paggiling at pinisil-pisil ang puwet ni Jane habang kumakadyot sya sa hita ni Jane. Napatingin ako kay Chris at Paul at nakita kong hinihimas na nila ang kanilang mga alaga.

Tumingin sa akin si Cassie, waring nagpapaalam sya sa ginagawa nya at sinagot ko naman sya ng ngiti at thumbs up. Sinubsob ni Jane ang mukha nya sa gitna ng naguumpugang suso ni Cassie at tumingala ang GF ko, nasasarapan sya sa ginagawa ni Jane. Kinakabahan ako, libog na libog ako at kita ko sa mukha ni Cassie na nalilibugan din sya.

Hindi na nakapagpigil si Chris, tumayo sya at lumapit sa 2 babae. Tinanggal nya sa pagkakabuhol ang bikini bra ni Jane sabay lamas sa suso nito. Tumingin sakin si Cassie. Alam kong kinakabahan sya sa nangyayari kaya’t nilabitan ko sya at siniil ng halik sa bibig at dinakma ko ang kaliwang suso nya at kanang pisngi ng puwet. habang nakhahalikan kmi napansin ko si Paul na nasa likod ni Cassie. Hinawakan nya ang gf ko sa braso at gumala ang kanyang kamay pababa sa bewang ni Cassie habang hinahalikan ang leeg nito.
“babe…” bulong sakin ni Cassie. Alam ko na nag-aalangan sya sa nangyayari.
“okay lang yan babe, kasama mo ko wag ka matakot.” Sagot ko sa kanya.

Tumingin ako kay Paul at Jane. Nakatayo si Paul at nakaluhod si Jane, chinuchupa nya ang banyaga. Napakalaki ng titi nya. Nakita ni Cassie ang ginagawa ni Jane, kaya lumuhod din sya at binaba ang board shorts ko. Kumawala ang noon ay tigas na tigas ko nang tarugo. Dinilaan ni Cassie ang ulo ng titi ko at sabay sinubo habang sinasalsal. Iba ang sarap na nararamdaman ko ngayon.
“how ‘bout you suck my cock too girl?” pang-aanyaya ni Chris.
Nagtanggal na pala siya ng shorts at tinututok ang malaking burat niyang half-erect sa mukha ni Cassie. Agad namang dinakma ni Cassie ang titi ni Chris at isinubo. Napakalaki ng titi ni Chris, di hamak na mas malaki kaysa sakin at hindi kayang isubo ni Cassie ang kabuuan nito. Hinawakan ni Chris ang batok ni Cassie at sinubsob sa burat nya. Parang masusuka si Cassie pero kinaya nya ang kalakihan ni Chris na sya ko namang hinangaan.
“ummmp! ummmp!” ang tanging narinig ko kay Cassie.
“shit girl! You suck real good! Oohhh yeah suck it! Suck my dick bitch!…”sabi ni Chris.
Lalo akong nalilibugan sa tuwing naririnig kong tinatawag si Cassie na “Bitch” at iba pang mga dirty talk. Parang isang musikang kaysarap pakinggan.
Nagpapalipat-lipat ang pagchupa ni Cassie sa amin ni Chris at paminsan ay pinagsasabay nyang dilaan ang ulo ng aming burat. Di nagtagal ay bigla siyang nagsalita. “babe, kantutin mo na ko!”. Libog na libog na sya at gusto na niyang magpakantot.
“Hey Chris, wanna fuck my girl?” ang nasabi ko.

“hell yeah dude!!” mariing sagot ni Chris. Nagulat si Cassie,tumingin sya sakin at nginitian ko sya sabay bulong…“okay lang yan babe, malaki ang etits nya at maeenjoy mo yan, magandang experience to and besides, matagal ko ng fantasy ang makita ka na kinakantot ng ibang guy.”
Nag-aalangan si Cassie pero mas nanaig ang libog sa kanyang katawan. Tumayo si Cassie sa pagkakaluhod at tumuwad sa kama, katabi ni Jane na noon ay nakatuwad habang dinidilaan at finifinger ni Paul ang kanyang basang basa ng kaselanan.
Ilang sandal pa ang nakalipas ay tinutok ni Paul ang titi nya sa basang basang puke ni Jane at dahan dahang pinasok.
“aaaahhhh! aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhH! Sigaw ni Jane habang unti unting pumapasok ang malaking titi ni Paul sa kanyang hiyas.
Pumunta ako sa ulunan ni Cassie at tinapat ko ang titi ko sa bibig nya. Agad niyang sinimulan ang pagchupa sakin ngunit saglit na natigil dahil sa pagpasok ng isang malaking bisita sa puke ng gf ko.
“ahhhhh!! Shiiiiit!!! Its huge!! Fuck!! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” sigaw ni Cassie habang unti unting pumapasok ang titi ni Chris sa puke nya.
Nagsasagutan ng ungol ang dalawang babae habang kinakantot sila ng mga Kano.
Tumigil sa pagkantot si Paul kay Jane, hinugot ang kanyang burat sa puke ng babae at lumapit kay Cassie na noon ay kinakantot pa- doggy style ni Chris habang chinuchupa ako. Hinimas nya ang suso ni Cassie at pagkatapos ay pumwesto sa harap ni Cassie.
“Dude may I?” pagpapaalam nya sa akin. Gusting magpachupa ni Paul kay Cassie at agad ko naman syang pinagbigyan.
Narinig ni Cassie ang gusto ni Paul kaya agad nyang hinawakan ang tarugo ng banyaga pagkaupo nito sa harap nya at inilabas-pasok nya sa kanyang bibig.
“ikaw naman ang kumantot sakin!” pangaanyaya sakin ni Jane. Agad akong lumapit. Humiga ako at pumaibabaw si Jane sa akin. tinutok nya ang titi ko sa naglalawa nyang hiyas at mabilis na pinasok.

“oooohhhh!! Aaaaaaaaahh!! Shit angsarap!! kantutin mo pa ko!! Sakin ka muna ngayon, hayaan mo muna ang girlfriend mo magpakasasa sa ibang titi!!” libog na salita ni Jane.
“shit tangina ang sarap mo!!!” sagot ko naman. Makalipas ang mahigit 5 minutes tumayo kami ni Jane sa pagkakahiga. Binuksan ko ang kurtina ng hotel room namin pati ang pinto ng terrace. Hinila ko si Jane sa terrace, pinatuwad ko sya at muling pinasok ang aking burat sa kanyang puke.
“ooohh! Shit! Baka mavideohan tayo dito.” Pag-aalalang salita ni Jane na may kasabay na ungol.

“okay lang yan, di tayo makikilala dito, isa pa madaming beses na naming ginawa to ni Cassie. Enjoyin mo lang ang pagkantot ko sayo.” Sagot ko sa kanya habang binabayo ko ang kanyang puke. Matagal kaming nagkantutan sa labas ng terrace, naenjoy ni Jane ang pagbayo ko sa kanya lalo pa at may “fear of being caught” na mas nakapagpataas ng aming libog!

Tumigil sa pagkantot si Chris. Humiga sya. Pumatong si Cassie sa kanya at ipinasok muli ang titi sa puke ng gf ko. Si paul naman ay pumwesto sa likuran ni Cassie, nilawayan nya ang kanyang burat pati ang puwet ni Cassie, sabay tutok sa puwet nito at dahan dahang pinasok.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!” isang malakas na sigaw ang pinakawalan ni Cassie.
“Lalabasan na ko!” sinabi ni Jane sakin. Lalo kong nilakasan ang pagbayo sa puke ni Jane.
“ayan naaaaaaaaa!!! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Fuuuuuccckk!! Angsaraaaaap!!” sigaw ni Jane, di alintana ang maaaring makarinig sa kanyang hiyaw. Naramdaman ko ang pag-agos ng tamod nya sa palibot ng aking burat kasabay ng panghihina ng hanyang mga tuhod.
“lalabasan na din ako!!” sinabi ko kay Jane. Agad syang lumuhod, sinalsal nya ko habang subo ang titi ko. Pumulandit ang katas ng libog ko sa bibig nya. Tuloy ang pagsalsal nya sakin habang sinisimot ang tamod sa burat ko gamit ang kanyang bibig.
“oh yeah! Fuck me!! Fuck me! Shit! Aaaaaahhhh!!” tuloy parin ang pagkantot kay Cassie.
“cmon girl work it out!! Oooohhh yeah! Work your ass bitch!!” dirty talk ni Paul habang binabarurot ng kantot ang aking pinakamamahal.
“You’re fuckin hot bitch! Im gonna fuck your brains out!!” sagot naman ni Chris.
“Yes! Oh, yes!! Fuck me!! Fuck me hard!! Yes that’s right!! Harder!!!! Ahhhhh! Show my boyfriend how you fuck me! Yeah! He’s gonna like it.” libog na sagot ni Cassie. Parang mababaliw na si Cassie sa tindi ng sarap na nararamdaman nya.
“Hey dude, your girlfriend is really good! I love to fuck her! Can I fuck her all night?” Tanong ni Chris sa akin.
“go ahead man! Do as you please! Fill every inch of her!” sagot ko naman at napatingin sakin si Cassie. Punong puno ng libog ang kanyang mga mata at alam ko na nagugustuhan nya ang ginagawang pagkantot sa kanya.
“you heard him girl! C’mon! you’re my little whore for tonight! Yeah! ooohhhhhh! yeah” sambit ni Chris.
“yeah I’m gonna rip your fuckin little ass bitch!” pahabol ni Paul.
“how does it feel to watch me get fucked by two big cocks babe? Do you like it huh? Yes! Uhhh! C’mon watch me get fucked babe! You want this right?” libog na salita ni Cassie.
“yea I like it! Your good babe! I know you love it. C’mon guys fuck her good!” sagot ko naman sa kanila.
“shit girl I’m cumming!!” sigaw ni Paul.
“cum in my asss!!!!aaaaaaaahhhh!!!”sagot naman ni Cassie. Malakas ang pagbayo ni Paul sa puwet ni Cassie at maya-maya pa ay nilabasan na sya sa loob ng puwet ni Cassie… “oooohhhh! Shit! Ahhhh! Yeah!!”. Sigaw ni Paul.
“Shit!!yeah!! that was good!!” tanging nasambit ni Paul habang marahang iniiyot si Cassie sa puwet at tuluyan nang hinugot ang kanyang burat sa puwet ni Cassie. Dahan dahang tumulo ang katas ng libog ng banyaga sa puwet ni Cassie.
Maya-maya pa ay si Chris naman ang lalabasan. Agad tumayo si Cassie at inipit ang titi ni Chris sa gitna ng kanyang mga suso. Kinantot ni Chris ang suso ng gf ko at ilang saglit lang ay pumulandit ang tamo
d ni Chris sa mukha ni Cassie. Isinubo ni Cassie ang titi ni Chris habang nilalabasan ito. Lumapit si Jane kay Cassie at naghalikan sila. Dinilaan din ni Jane ang tamod ni Chris na tumulo sa suso ng GF ko.
Pagod na pagod ang lahat. nagkatinginan kami ni Cassie. Puro tamod ang mukha nya. Kita ko ang hiya sa mukha nya. Ngumiti lang ako sa kanya at sinabi- “anggaling mo babe, kinaya mo yang dalawang higanteng burat na yan! Bilib ako sayo”.. ngumiti sya at nwala ang bakas ng pagaalinlangan sa mukha.
Nagtungo kami sa banyo at naghugas. Pagkatapos ay nahiga kasama ang mga bisita. Hindi parin humupa ang libog sa katawan namin at itinuloy naming ang saya at nagpapalit-palit lang ng mga partner sa buong gabi. Natapos ang aming Orgy ng mag-uumaga na. Sinulit namin ang 3 days vacation sa beach kasama ang aming mga bagong kaibigan, pinagsawaan naming tatlo ang dalawang babae. Nilaspag ng dalawang dayuhan ang masikip na puke ng GF ko pero okay lang sakin dahil natupad ko ang fantasy ko at nasulit ko pa.
Pagkatapos ng bakasyong yun ay napagpasyahan naming wag na makipag-communicate sa mga Kano pati kay jane. “what happen in the beach stays in the beach” ika nga. Kinasal kami ni Cassie after 2 years at masaya naman kami kasama ang aming panganay na lalaki. Naghihintay pa ako ng magandang pagkakataon para maulit ang masayang experience na yun kasama ang pinakamamahal kong asawa, sa ngayon pinapanood ko na lang paminsan minsan ang mga maiinit at mapangahas na videos namin noon bakasyong yun.

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