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Scott and I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon frying up, Scott turned to me, he and I lip locked, I wish could lay here all day.

“Good morning Babe.” Scott said to me.

“Good Morning my sexy man, guess we should get up, sounds like they are all up.” I said to Scott.

“I guess if we really have to, I could lay here all day, just me and you alone in bed naked all day long.” Scott said smiling at me.

“Me too but I think we better get up, I usually make breakfast so I should go at least help.” I said to Scott.

I pulled the covers back seems someone was semi erect, I looked at Scott then at his hardening cock.

“Maybe we should take care of that first, then go get breakfast?” I asked him.

“No Babe we better get up and help out.” Scott said his cock getting progressively harder.

“Okay save that for later, I want more of that cream of yours.” I said to him kissing him.

Scott and I got dressed and washed up brushed our teeth and walked into the kitchen, they were all at the dining room table, I grabbed Scott and I a coffee, we took our seats and fixed our coffees.

“Good morning Son, Scott I have to ask cause we all wanted to know. Did you fill my Son with your seed last night as you yelled out for all of us to hear?” Dad asked straight faced.

Scott was beyond embarrassed, it took a minute or so before the whole room erupted in laughter, Scott and I both so red faced.

“Dad how could you? And Yes he did thank you very much, more than once actually.” I said laughing.

“I apologize but your Son makes me scream out, yell out, I was never that vocal in bed till I met him.” Scott admitted his face red.

I leaned in and kissed him.

“Scott I am just teasing you, but you Sir are very loud and very vocal in the bedroom. I can see you make my Son very happy so you scream yell do what you have to, Darren, Billy you two make yourselves at home here and if you feel the need, yell too.” Dad said to them.

“Thanks Dad you’re the best Dad ever, Billy, Timmy lets get breakfast on for these guys.” I said to them.

“I can help Babe, if there is something I can do to help let me know.” Scott said to me.

“Sit enjoy your coffee, chat with my Dad and Darren, we have this.” I said leaning in for a kiss.

I had Billy refill coffee, set the table then make toast, Timmy would make hash browns while I made eggs. We poured out orange juice, jams, peanut butter the works, we got everyone’s plates filled and served. Billy, Timmy and I the last ones to sit, we ate then cleaned up, Scott sat with Dad and Darren, talking about work they did, in the past and now.

Timmy, Billy and I would have to figure out something for lunch, dinner would be left over Christmas dinner. Billy wanted to go home and get some clothes he asked if he could stay with Darren in Dad’s spare bedroom. He planned to bring Darren along to introduce him to his parents.

I stood there mouth open, I was more than shocked, Billy definitely had strong feeling for Darren, cause our “Little Billy” was not even out of the closet yet, his parents did not know he was gay. Was he trying to shock them? Or was he that much in love with Darren?

“Are you sure about this Billy, your parents are not going to take this well, they are devout Christian, not sure it’s a good idea to spring this on them like this and bringing Darren along might not be the best idea, you better warn Darren before you do this.” I told Billy, worried how his folks would take this.

“Tommy come on they need to be told and they need to meet Darren, I love him, I want to be with him so if they don’t like it then I won’t go back.” Billy said to Timmy and I.

“You better talk to Darren first before you do this.” I ordered him.

“Everything okay guys?” Darren asked.

“Yeah Billy needs to talk to you about something private, so you two go talk Scott and I will go for a walk. If you need bahis şirketleri moral support Billy just let me know.” I said to them.

“Thanks Tommy, I might take you up on that one.” Billy said.

Billy sounded so different more grown up, Darren had changed him, made him mature, showed him he could really love someone. Timmy and I joined Dad and Scott in the sitting room, we made some small talk then I suggested Scott and I go for a walk, it was cool out but still nice for a walk.

“Everything okay Son, is Billy okay?” Dad asked.

“Long story Dad, but Billy may have to stay with us the rest of the week, he plans to tell his parents about Darren.” I said to him.

Scott looked at me confused, he assumed Billy was out of the closet so he could not understand why it was such an issue. I told Scott the whole story, how his parents were religious, had their ideas of what their son should be and would be. They did not want a gay son, but one could only hope they would accept Billy as he was.

Darren agreed to go with Billy to meet his parents, Billy filled him in on all of it, Darren still was adamant he would be at Billy’s side as he came out to his parents. When we got back to the house after our walk Billy and Darren were gone to see his parents.

Timmy and I got lunch ready, grilled cheese and tomato soup, Scott insisted on helping, he was in charge of setting the table, we set a place for Billy and Darren, assuming they would not be at Billy’s parents for long.

We were about to sit to have lunch and Billy and Darren walked in, it was obvious Billy had been crying, I assumed it did not go well. We had them sit and join us for lunch, I did not ask anything, I would wait till after lunch. Darren was being very good with Billy his arm around the back of his chair, he leaned in and kissed Billy.

We had lunch, the conversation casual, none of us asking how it went for Billy and Darren, after lunch was done, Billy and Darren went into their room not talking to any of us. Scott and I knocked on their door they needed to talk about it, we walked in and sat at the foot of the bed. Billy was being held by Darren, tears in his eyes.

“So what happened at your parents house Billy? I told you I would have come with you if that would have helped at all.” I told Billy

“Darren man was it bad?” Scott asked him.

“They told me if I chose to be with Darren, and lead that kind of perverted lifestyle then they wanted nothing more to do with me, I could take my sick so called relationship out of their home immediately and not return.” Billy said to us.

“They would not listen to reason whatsoever, these people had their minds made up when we walked into the house, I’m sure they had it all figured out before we even said anything.” Darren said to us.

“Billy you are welcome here you know that, you’re safe here with us and Darren you as well my Dad told you both to make yourselves at home. Come and sit in the sitting room, come talk to my Dad maybe he can help, if not they will come around at some point.” I told them.

Scott and I got everyone drinks while Billy and Darren talked to Dad, they filled him in letting him know what had happened at Billy’s parents house. Dad knew Billy’s parents from way back, he was best friends with Billy’s Dad, John he was even his best man at their wedding. Scott, Timmy and I took our time before we went in to sit to let them have time to talk about it all.

We walked in Dad was about to talk to Billy on what he planned to do to help him out with his parents.

“Come in guys you all should hear this, Billy’s Dad and I were best friends in high school, I was his best man at their wedding, your Mom always was a bit of a religious fanatic, your Dad was not till he met and married her. Our friendship dwindled after your Dad and Mom married, she really did not want your Dad hanging around with me, bad influence she called me.” Dad told bahis firmaları us.

“I never knew you and my Dad were best friends in school, he never mentioned it once, you are right my Mom is the religious one, preaching to me about God all the time while I grew up. Don’t think she liked it much that I hung around with Tommy neither, she said he was a bad influence on me. I got mad and told her being friends with Tommy saved me from being beaten up each day, she never brought it up again.” Billy told us smiling at me.

“Billy I will call your Mom and Dad over, make them listen to reason, show them that you two love each other, and they cannot tell you who you should love. We will talk to them I can be the referee.” Dad told Billy.

“Is it a good idea for them to see Billy and I together Sir?” Darren asked Dad.

“Yes of course Son, they have to know their son is in love with a man who loves him back. You two sit close and hold hands, put your arm around him.” Dad told them.

We sat and drank our beer, Dad grabbed his cell and called John, Billy’s Dad.

“John it’s Carl, Tommy’s Dad, how are you? Oh Yeah thats good, Yes Billy is here and he is safe, he can stay with me till you two sort your heads out. John you of all people have to know what your Son is doing is not wrong, come on don’t give me that religious bullshit. So what you and I did before you met and married your wife is going to land you in hell too then I guess, well see you there John. You and I had sex the day of your darn wedding getting ready for the ceremony. When you pull your head out of your ass John you call me or even better you come over to see that your son is fine and he is in love. Goodbye John.” Dad told him his voice getting quite loud at times.

“Dad you and Billy’s Dad?” I asked him.

“Son I would not have called him on it if it were not true, the man is a total hypocrite, how dare he judge his own son, when he himself engaged in gay sex, countless times I can tell you that much.” Dad said to us.

The entire room silent not a word spoken.

“A toast to Gay Sex, the best Sex ever.” Timmy stood tapping his bottle to Dad’s.

We all toasted and laughed at the same time, Timmy walked up to Dad and kissed him, kind of a “Well done Carl” it kind of caught both Darren and Scott offguard.

“I did not realize you and Timmy were together.” Scott said.

“Yes Timmy and I are partners, lovers, bedmates, sexual toys for each other. Not only you young ones can bag yourselves a handsome guy.” Dad said smiling at Timmy.

We decided on one more beer then we would prepare dinner, Scott and I got the beers while the rest chatted, he and I making out in front of the fridge.

“Your Dad is amazing, I can’t wait to hear what he will say to Billy’s parents.” Scott said to me.

“Yeah he is my StepDad by the way, he knows how to straighten people out.” I said to Scott kissing him.

We walked in with beers for all, Billy’s parents pulled in, his Dad knocking on the door, his Dad and Mom arguing at our front door. Finally Billy’s Dad raised his voice his Mom no longer talking. I opened the door and invited them in, she looked furious.

“Would you like a beer Mr. Robinson? How about a white wine Mrs Robinson?” I asked them.

“Son I would love a beer and yes my wife needs a glass of wine, maybe a bottle or two, thank you very much.” Mr. Robinson said to me.

Timmy Scott and I went in to the kitchen to get them their drinks, Timmy asked Dad if he needed another beer, Dad did not respond he just raised his beer showing it was almost empty. We got the drinks then went back to get the food out for dinner. The conversation started low key, but soon Barbra started with the religious ranting and raving about how God hated homosexuals.

You could not miss Dad’s voice he very loudly, standing to get his point across, pointing his index finger the man on a mission and he was furious.

“So kaçak bahis siteleri Barbra you and John are okay with never seeing your Son ever again because some Bible verse told you you should hate him, cause some God or some ass backwards preacher told you in his so called “Good Book” that you should hate your only born son. That you should disown him and never have anything to do with him ever again, you were now to hate the boy because he met a man that he loves and loves him back. You decided that its better to disown and hate your son now because of some insane religious belief, come on you’re not that Fucking Stupid are you Barbra?” Dad said to them raising his voice as he ranted on.

Barbra did not talk, Billy cried, Darren held him close to him, Billy crying on Darren’s chest.

“So your okay with breaking your Sons heart because you believe some interpretation from a Bible, Barbra I believe in God but my God does not preach or teach hate to anyone or about anyone, if yours tells you to hate then there is something wrong with your God, I would bet he really is not much of a God at all to be honest, but some made up thing in a church that preaches hate towards other human beings.” Dad said to them, so mad he was pacing the floor.

Barbra did not talk, she sat there her head down, John got up, grabbed his Son and hugged him, Barbra sat there and stared at them, she did not get up she just sat her head down.

“I’m sorry Son, you know I love you very much no matter who you Love, and Darren seems to be a very good man, Very nice to meet you Darren.” John said shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you as well Sir, you have a wonderful Son there, very kind and oh so sweet.” Darren said standing pulling Billy in close to him.

Barbra started to cry, she had realized what she had done, what she would be giving up, her only Son, what was she thinking. Barbra got up and pulled Billy into her arms, John too pulled the two of them close.

“I’m so sorry Billy, I really don’t know what I was thinking, you are my Son and I love you with all my heart and soul. You and Darren are welcome in our home anytime, please Darren accept my apology for being so “Fucking Stupid” as Carl put it.” Barbra said to us.

Timmy went in with more beer and topped off Barbra’s wine, Timmy collected the bottles and told them they were staying for dinner, no arguments. Scott and I got dinner on, we only had to reheat most of the dishes. Timmy set the table Scott and I stole kisses when we could, Timmy got out some wine for dinner, only one or two more things and dinner was to be served.

“Okay everyone dinner is ready please come and sit, Dad at the end, Mr Robinson the other end of the table please, Barbra you will be on your husbands left, Billy by your Mom, Darren beside him, Timmy by Dad, Scott and I by Mr Robinson.” We passed food, filled wine glasses, had some really good conversation, it was nice to get to know Billy’s parents finally.

Again we all over ate the food was even better today, Barbra kept looking at Darren, I was sure she could not get over how handsome a man her Son had. We sat after dinner Billy Timmy and I cleared so we could sit and talk, it was so nice to be all together. I traded looks with Scott so many times holding his hand, I so wanted to kiss the man.

After another glass I got bold enough to kiss him right here at the table, Barbra’s eyes were like saucers, not sure she had ever seen two men kissing. Billy pulled Darren in for a kiss as well, Dad pulled Timmy in for a kiss, we all looked at Billy’s parents like it was their turn. They leaned in and kissed, it seemed almost uncomfortable.

We all decided to move in to the sitting room, Billy Timmy and I would do dishes while they all sat and chatted. Scott came in to help us do dishes but he seemed to be more focused on fooling around than actually doing the dishes. We had Billy go sit with Darren and his parents so they could all talk, Barbra came in offering to help with clean up. I had her clear the rest of the table, she was slowly getting more comfortable with all of us, she was after all surrounded by gay men excluding her husband.

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Mikey waited for his husband to come home. The table was all set, dinner was almost ready and he was hungry, and it wasn’t just his stomach craving for something…

A delicious shiver ran down his spine while the lubed-up toy brushed against his sensitive prostate gland. He wore it for the first time: Ethan’s Christmas present, a black buttplug.

After he heard the door unlock, his husband came in with a whistle.

“Wow, smells good, babe. I’m so hungry,” Ethan said, walking straight towards Mikey to give him a big fat kiss.”Mwua! I missed you.”

Oh, Mikey missed Ethan also. He missed him a lot…

“Dinner is ready in 15 minutes.”

“Oh, then I’m gonna shower first real quickly,” Ethan hollered, already halfway up the stairs.

~

After dinner, Ethan got up to clear the table. That’s how they did it at home, Mikey cooked and Ethan cleared the table. They both worked full time, so the tasks at home were equally divided.

Just as Ethan was busy doing the dishes, soaping up a plate, he felt a body pressed against his back.

“You…need help?” Mikey asked.

Ethan smirked, knowing that whenever Mikey asked a question like this after dinner, something was going on in Mikey’s mind.

He turned around, grabbed Mikey’s hips with his soapy wet hands, and yanked the man against him, just like he did with their lips.

When the passionate kiss came to an end, Mikey gasped for breath and could barely keep himself standing on his weak knees when he felt his husband’s massive cock pressed against his own erection.

Ethan ran his hands down and rubbed the bulge inside Mikey’s pants. Sternly the man spoke: “Well, well, well…is that why you cooked my favorite meal tonight? You want something from me, don’t you?” he whispered against Mikey’s lips. “Tell me, babe…Are you horny for me?”

Mikey güvenilir bahis nodded weakly.

“Speak up, I asked you a question,” Ethan ordered.

“I…I am.”

Ethan grabbed Mikey’s hairs and pulled them back, making Mikey show him that pretty flawless neck of his.

“Ahh!” Mikey moaned.

Ethan licked from collarbone to neck and ear with that sinful tongue of his and bit on the little earlobe.

“Were you waiting for me to come home from work, baby? Hm? Did you prepare yourself for me?” The voice vibrated against the overheated red blushing ear and Mikey felt his cock weep inside his underwear.

“I…I did…” Mikey admitted.

“How?” Ethan asked while his hand grabbed even tighter, pulling on Mikey’s hair. It hurt, but his cock stiffened up even more, making him uncomfortably hard and aroused, and his underwear wet with pre-cum.

“I widened myself…ahh…under the s-shower.”

A low deep chuckle spilled from Ethan’s lips. The tight hand let go and started to open up Mikey’s shirt, button for button.

“Hm…so desperate…” Ethan said, looking at Mikey with hungry eyes that never left his husband’s flushed face. After Ethan had popped open the last button, he ripped the shirt open. “Did you finish yourself too?” he demanded to know while he opened Mikey’s belt buckle. After he opened the zipper, Ethan pulled out Mikey’s hard cock, making him moan. “Well?” he groaned. Ethan asked, taking him tightly in his hand.

“No… I didn’t. I waited for you…” Mikey heavily breathed while his cock drizzled in his husband’s hand, who smeared his thumb over the head and pressed a nail into the slit.

“Good boy.”

“Ahh!” Mikey’s eyes rolled back into his skull while he chewed on his own lip.

His husband then slammed his mouth against Mikey’s lips and pressed his tongue in deep. He güvenilir bahis siteleri took all the breath there was, sucking Mikey empty. When he let go, they both needed a big breath of well-needed air, but Mikey had no time to come back to his senses, Ethan wouldn’t let him. He almost collapsed with his jelly-like legs, when Ethan turned him around and smacked him flat upon the tabletop. It felt smooth and chilly against Mikey’s abs and chest. “Ahh, Ethan…”

His pants got yanked off before his legs were spread wide.

Ethan pulled up an eyebrow when he saw it sticking out of Mikey’s ass. His gift… He needed to swallow before he could speak.

“Well, would you look at this…” Ethan grabbed the backside of the buttplug and wiggled it a little, making it rotate and move inside his husband’s creamed-up hole. “How hopeless were you, babe? So this is what you’re doing while I’m at work? Fingering yourself and shoving toys inside. How does it feel?”

“Hahh…!! G…G-good,” Mikey stuttered with a trembling voice. Ethan was slowly thrusting the toy in and out, pressing against those sweet nerves and Mikey felt his cock trapped between himself and the table. It felt amazing.

“You like this, hm? Look at you… Panting like some needy slut.”

For a moment nothing happened. But then Mikey could hear the sound of a zipper again.

One strong hand dug into the flesh of Mikey’s hip, while the other pulled out the lubed toy before it was replaced with Ethan’s thick hard cock. He shoved it inside Mikey’s self-prepared, gaping hole with one thrust.

“Ahh…O-oh…God!!” Mikey cried out.

“Yes, this is what you want, right, Mikey? To be wrecked like this. Preparing yourself under the shower for me like some bitch in heat,” Ethan cursed while his erection slammed in between those tight round ass cheeks.

“Ahh…E-ethan!”

“Yes, iddaa siteleri moan my name. Let me know how much you like to be split open by me!”

Mikey’s hands grabbed the edge of the tabletop in a knuckle-whitening grip. Those words did things to him. He also didn’t know why, but he liked it.

“Can you hear that? The sounds we make. You like that, don’t you?” Ethan asked.

Oh, Mikey could hear… Those wet noises. Filthy and obscene they were, every time Ethan pushed inside. Yes, he liked it.

He couldn’t hold it anymore. “I…f-fuck!” he breathed out.

“What? What do you want?” Ethan asked, almost not able to hold it in. Mikey felt so good around him, so warm and tight. This was the best feeling in the whole world.

“P-please Ethan… Let m-me cum..Ahh!” Mikey gasped while he was rammed against the table over and over again. Tears streamed down his cheeks already. He needed to come. He couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Go ahead then… Cum for me, my slut!” Ethan grunted, clenching his jaw. He always let Mikey cum first.

It was humiliating maybe, but those pleasurable words burned inside Mikey’s stomach. Slut.

“I’m..! Ahhh..!” he cried out while his balls tightened and his cock erupted between his belly and the tabletop. Saliva ran down his chin when he climaxed hard.

Ethan felt the contracting spasms of his husband’s hole around his dick and he came too, throwing his head back while pumping his cum straight into Mikey with each jolt of orgasmic pleasure. “Fu..f-fuck!”

When his high had ebbed away, Ethan pulled out and bowed down, relaxing his chest against Mikey’s back before he pulled up his husband.

“That felt good…” He breathed against Mikey’s neck. “I love you so much, baby.”

Mikey had to lean against his husband, he was so spent that he had no power left inside his body. It was tired all over. “Hmm… I love you too.”

“Shall I carry you to the bathroom?” Ethan asked.

Mikey nodded. “Yes, please. And it’s also your job to clean the table,” he said, smiling.

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Life as a twenty-one-year-old parent is weird. It’s a funky stage between childhood and adulthood where you’re both too young and too old. The complexities were a plethora of rabbit holes that were both too complicated and annoying to navigate.

Matt listened to a podcast once that said the whole fake-it-till-you-make-it statement was an unhealthy cop-out. Something about not taking emotional responsibility or something. Matt couldn’t remember all the details, only that he could use that logic to be a kick-ass young adult, a stellar student, a doting dad figure, and a respectable boyfriend if it killed him.

Since college was out for the summer and he wasn’t working until the fall, Matt had all the time to hone his dad skills. He wanted to be the parent Aidan needed and deserved. Since he wasn’t bogged down with school and work, Matt could focus on Aidan, build their relationship, and learn how to be the best parent he could be.

He was also going to be the respectable boyfriend Seamus deserved. They had something good, and Matt would not let it get sabotaged.

That’s exactly what he thought was happening. Seamus hardly texted or called the entire week after Matt visited. When they did talk, it was lacking. Matt worried he had royally fucked up. It’s what he did to relationships.

Younger Matt stood by and watched as his relationships burned to the ground, all while making it the other person’s fault. He would not do that this time. It was time to use the big guns.

He’d tried to talk to his dad a couple times, but it was a lot harder than he thought. Brad rarely asked Matt invasive questions like ‘are you dating?’ or ‘is there any boy trouble I can help with?’. There never seemed to be a good time to bring Seamus up. But if he didn’t pull up his pants now, he’d miss his chance.

Matt had just put Aidan down. It was now or never. He took a deep breath and marched down the hall with purpose. Brad was sitting on the couch, reading. Matt thought about snatching the book out of his hands, but that seemed a little dramatic. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the recliner and nervously rubbed his thighs.

Brad glanced at Matt’s strange behavior with a raised brow and slowly lowered his book. “What’s up?” he asked, barley containing his smirk. Matt was not good at being subtle.

“Oh, nothing. What are you doing?”

Brad glanced at his book then at Matt. “Nothing.”

“Cool cool,” Matt nodded nervously. “So, are you seeing anyone?”

Brad eyed him suspiciously. “Not currently.”

“No dating?”

“No, no dating.”

“Have you seen anyone since Marcy?”

“A date or two, no one steady,” he answered. “Why, do you have someone you want to set me up with?”

“What? No! Gross. I was just asking. Trying to know what’s going on in your life.”

Brad nodded, then looked at Matt like he was on to him. “What about you?”

Even though he wanted his dad to ask this exact question, his heart started pounding. “Well, there might be someone…”

“How is Seamus?”

Matt deflated. “How’d you know?”

“The same way I knew you stole the rum from the liquor cabinet and that you drove my truck to the store before you had your license. You’re not subtle.”

“Oh.”

Brad discarded his book on the coffee table. “So, what’s going on between you two?

Matt stared at his dad. How did he know something was wrong?

“You’ve been touch-and-go all week,” Brad continued.

Again with the mind reading.

“Touch-and-go?” Matt asked.

“Moody and broody.”

He didn’t think he’d been that obvious.

“Something happened when you and Aidan visited him?”

“Oh my god, stop with the telepathy!”

“I can’t help it, you’re a neon sign,” he laughed. “Out with it, tell me what happened.”

“Long rated-R story cut short, Seamus might be but most definitely is in love with me and asked how I felt about not using protection.”

There was a moment when Brad realized what this meant, that his only son was doing more than blowjobs. Not that Brad cared, but it’s one thing to know penetrative sex is a possibility and a whole other to have it confirmed. Once he came to terms with the rated-R part, Brad looked sympathetic. “Judging by the mooding and brooding all week, you don’t feel the same?”

“I really like Seamus but I’m not there yet.”

“And you explained that to him?”

“Yeah. I told him I jumped the gun in previous relationships and I didn’t want to do that with him. I also explained that with everything that’s happened this year, I hadn’t thought that far in my head.”

“Those are logical reasons. How does Seamus feel?”

“Pissed. Offended. Angry.”

Brad cringed. “Why do you think he felt like that?”

“I don’t know.” Matt slumped back on the sofa. “I’m out of my league, Dad. I’m doing the best I can while trying to do right by everyone. I know Seamus does so much for me and Aidan but I’m feeling like there are strings attached.”

“How so?”

“He was bahis siteleri so pissed that I didn’t feel the same. What? Am I obligated to love him because he makes life impossible to do without him? I’m not there, yet. We’ve only been dating for a few months and I have so much happening. Aidan changed everything for me. He’s my priority. I don’t know that I have the capacity to be in a relationship that is at that level. And of course he’s at a different level than me. He was married, Dad! Mar-ried. That is intimidating! I’m not thinking about marriage, but I know he is, why wouldn’t he be? He’s already rounded that base with Kelly. But don’t ask me questions about his marriage because never talks about it. Hell, I thought it was a good marriage until his friend suggested otherwise. I’m trying to piece it together while not prying. Lord knows he doesn’t really tell me anything. And not just about Kelly. I didn’t even know he had friends until I was meeting them! Why won’t he share his life with me? How am I supposed to be in love with him when there is so much I don’t know?!”

“Oh Matt.” Brad leaned forward and pulled an emotional Matt onto the sofa and into his chest. “Can I tell you something?”

Matt nodded, pleading his dad for anything.

“First, dating is all about asking questions. It’s about communication and learning as much as possible about each other until you’re ready to take the next step or you realize it won’t work. Seamus is ready to take the next step, but you’re still at the starting line. I think a lot of what you two do revolves around you and Aidan, so it makes sense that Seamus feels like he knows a lot about you. It’s time to turn the focus on Seamus. Get to know him. Ask him questions. If he doesn’t want to share about Kelly or his friends, ask why. If he still doesn’t want to talk, then see it for what it is, a red flag. But don’t assume he doesn’t want to share. I think he’s busy trying to make sure everything is good for you Aido. And secondly, stop putting Seamus on a pedestal.”

Matt frowned. “What are you talking about? I don’t do that.”

“You do do that. You think because Seamus is older and successful that you’re not good enough. You need to get that garbage out of your head.”

“I—” Matt stopped and thought about it. Yeah, he totally did that. His dad was right. Matt struggled with feeling like a child compared to Seamus. He was a child compared to Seamus.

“Ohhh.”

“Yeah. I think you don’t ask questions because you don’t think you should. Do you like Seamus?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Do you want a future with him?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then you need to go to him, talk, ask questions, and get to know Seamus.”

“What if he’s fed up with me?”

“What if he’s not?” his dad asked. “You need to see yourself the way others do. You’ve always worked hard to get where you wanted to go. You have a detailed game plan, but you’re also able and willing to flex when things change. College was your detailed game plan and Aidan is your curveball.”

“What is Seamus?”

“He’s the R-B-I.”

“You know I don’t know sports,” Matt groaned.

Brad laughed. “Seamus is the detail and the curveball.”

Well, if that wasn’t a perfect statement, Matt didn’t know what was. It described Seamus to a t. Still, Matt felt nervous. Anything could happen.

Brad and Matt spent the rest of the evening on the couch. They talked about everything. By the time they went to bed, Matt felt good about going after Seamus.

* * * * *

“I really appreciate you doing this for me, Dad.” Matt stood at the sink and finished washing the bottles and sippy cups. His hands were red from the scalding water. A sign he hadn’t reached total dad status yet. “Is there a time you want me back on Sunday?”

Bad sat at the dining table with a happy little blue-eyed brunette on his lap. “I don’t want to see you until you and Seamus have talked.”

Matt finished putting the drink ware on the dry rack and quickly dried his hands. He tossed the rag on the counter, then jogged over to Aidan and got down on his level. “I’m going to visit Moose for the weekend. I’ll be sure to bring you back lots of kisses, okay?”

Aidan’s eyes widened. “Moose.”

Brad groaned. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

That’s when it all fell apart. Aidan was very displeased that Matt would mention Seamus, then have the audacity to leave and not take Aidan along. By the time Matt was packed and ready to go, Aidan was wailing in Brad’s arms, screaming so hard his face was a deep shade of red-ish purple.

Matt felt guilty for setting off the baby bomb. He gave his dad an anxious look. Brad shrugged it off. This wasn’t his first rodeo. Baby Matt had put Brad through the wringer. “Just go,” he insisted. “The longer you linger, the worse it will get.”

Matt tried to kiss Aidan goodbye but Aidan was pissed. He took his anger out by grabbing Matt’s hair and screaming at a decibel so high that dogs across town started barking. It canlı bahis siteleri wasn’t easy to pry angry little fingers off his hair. Once he did, he slipped out the door with a frown.

He would’ve taken Aidan but the whole point of this trip was to focus on Seamus. Aidan would be a distraction. Still, Matt felt guilty knowing Aidan was at home screaming. The look on Aidan’s face as he left would haunt him for days to come. Pure heartache, rejection, and disappointment. Fuck, being a parent was hard.

* * * * *

Matt didn’t tell Seamus he was coming. He debated back and forth until it was too late and he was there. He nervously stood at Seamus’s door. He covered the peephole, then knocked. A douchey habit he’d picked up as a kid.

He watched as the shadow approached, then paused. When the door opened, Seamus was frowning, irritated that he couldn’t see who was there.

Matt laughed. “Good to see you, too.”

Seamus’s smile was tight with no teeth, but he opened the door and let Matt in. There was an awkwardness; do they kiss? Do they not kiss? Are they fighting? Should they be over it by now? Is everything good between them? Probably not.

Matt would not let the awkwardness win. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Seamus.

Seamus released a deep breath. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Matt set his stuff down and walked to the living room. There was a half-eaten dinner plate on the coffee table and NCIS was paused in the background.

Matt sat down on the sofa. “I thought we could talk.”

Seamus was still standing by the front door, a little stunned that Matt had kissed him. He looked up and nodded, then nervously walked to the living room. As he neared, Matt continued.

“I’ve been thinking a lot since I was here last.”

Seamus had just sat down when he stood up again. “Well, there’s no need to draw this out.” Seamus picked up his plate and started to the kitchen. “You still have a few things here. You can grab them now or I can have them ready for you later. Aidan has a bunch of stuff, too. I assume you won’t want my help anymore so I can get his things packed as well.”

Matt was off the couch in seconds and darted after Seamus. He slid between him and the sink, grabbed the plate from his hands, and slid it onto the counter. It took a second for Seamus to meet his eyes. When he did, the insecurity behind those brown eyes was alarming.

“What just happened?” he asked in a very calm voice.

Seamus tried to shake Matt off. “I respect you and I love Aidan. A break up doesn’t have to change that.”

Matt’s heart was beating like crazy. Fear was making it hard to breathe. The week had been weird, but this was a whole new ballpark. “Breakup? What in the world?”

Seamus watched him with dark, calculating eyes. So different from what Matt usually saw. Matt had never seen Seamus so blocked off.

“I saw it coming after your last visit. I figured it was just a matter of time.”

Matt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He refused to overreact. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

They stood in the same kitchen they had shared countless meals together, laughed together, watched Aidan with gleeful eyes together. This conversation would either add to those memories or take away from them.

“Are you breaking up with me because of the condom thing?”

Seamus flinched. His face flooded with confusion. “Aren’t you breaking up with me?”

“No!” he exclaimed a little too loudly and with wild arms. “I came here because I didn’t want to screw things up with you.”

It took Seamus a hot minute to process what Matt was saying. He rubbed his face then ran a hand through his hair. “I thought you came here to break up.”

“Is that what you want?” Matt asked.

Seamus shook his head. “No.”

“Then what the fuck?!”

Poor Seamus. He looked so beaten. Matt thought back to what Jay had said about Kelly. If Jay was right about Kelly treating Seamus poorly, that would explain so much.

Matt cautiously wrapped his arms around Seamus. “I’ve royally sucked at relationships in the past. I’ve been dramatic, selfish, and pretty terrible. I don’t want to be that person with you. I came here because I want to figure out why things are weird between. I want to fix it and move forward. I absolutely don’t want to break up. That’s the opposite of what I came here for.”

Seamus sighed and wrapped his arms around Matt. “I’ve been tearing things apart in my head.”

“I see that. Can we please sit down and talk about it?”

Seamus led Matt to the living room. He laid on the couch and pulled Matt into his side. There was a minute of silence while both of them tried to figure out how to press forward.

When Matt was sure Seamus wasn’t going to talk first, he grabbed Seamus’ chin and made the other man look at him.

“I want to start by saying that just because I’m not at the ‘love proclamation’ point shouldn’t and doesn’t diminish the feelings I have for you. I’ve canlı bahis been shitting myself thinking that you might not want to be with me because I wasn’t at that level. It’s not that I can’t get there, because I see it happening, but I have so much on my plate right now. I want things between us to be unlike anything I’ve ever had before, and everything I had before was plagued by emotions that weren’t real.”

Seamus nervously ran his fingers up and down Matt’s side. “I made a big move without a lot of legwork, but I know how I feel about you and I’m not going to apologize for it. With that said, I respect where you’re at and I’m not mad about it.”

“Then what happened?” Matt asked. “Because things went south pretty fast. I admit I had a baby freak out, but you totally shut down.”

He desperately wanted Seamus to volunteer his life with Kelly. He was prepared to demand answers if needed. He was ready. All that bravado was unnecessary.

“I loved Kelly. I wouldn’t have married him otherwise. But I was young and I let a lot of things slide. When you freaked out about not using condoms, it was like reliving my past.”

“I want to know everything, please?”

Seamus frowned. “There were two Kellys. The Kelly I fell in love with was incredible, easy to love, and easier to stay in love with. Then there was the Kelly who grew up never wanting for anything and never hearing the word no. His family had money, and with a gift from his parents, he made himself a small fortune for himself. As far as he was concerned, his money and status meant he could do whatever he wanted.

“I was a poor college student from a small town a thousand miles away. Kelly showed me a life I never thought I could have. The security he dangled like a carrot made it easy to look the other way. I told myself that he might’ve been sleeping with guys on the side, but I was the one he was sharing his life with. He might have worked late all the time, but it was me he came home to.

“I thought it would change after he proposed but it didn’t. Every time I got frustrated, he would throw it in my face. He would remind me how it hadn’t been a problem before, I needed to get over it, and he gave me everything I needed. We would fight, hard. After a week of silence, he’d apologize and I’d sweep it under the rug. The straw was finding him in our bed with the guy who cleaned cars at the dealership. That’s when I asked for a divorce.

“When things were good between us, Kelly would tell me how secure I was and how my name was on everything. Still, I was prepared to walk away with nothing. I probably would have, but he died unexpectedly.”

“How’d he die?”

“Infidelity.”

“What? How?”

“Not sure exactly. He had no history of heart issues, but his ticker stopped while having sex with the carwash guy.”

“It definitely fucks up your psyche when you’re put through the emotional wringer for years, you finally stand up for yourself, then he dies while cheating on you. I was too embarrassed to share that part so I had to pretend like it never happened. I had to play the part of a sad, grieving husband. The guilt was enormous.”

“Why the fuck did you feel guilty?” Matt asked. “He cheated on you, a lot I’m assuming.”

“Because I asked for a divorce and then he died. That’s hard to reconcile. I didn’t love him anymore, but I thought, maybe I should since he died. It felt like I needed to let go of my anger and be the husband everyone thought I was. I felt like a phony. Then I had to deal with his parents and that only made it worse.”

Matt remembered Seamus saying something about them. It wasn’t good. “They challenged everything, right?”

“Yes. True to his word, my name really was on his accounts and the businesses. Or should I say our accounts and our businesses? I’m sure he was in the process of cutting me off before he died. I was prepared for that. But fuck his parents for thinking they could do it.”

Seamus adjusted his position on the sofa. He was a lot more relaxed, but there was something bothering him.

Matt waited him out.

Seamus sighed. “I tried to get Kelly to stop using condoms. It was my way of trying to force him into monogamy. He always refused.”

God, everything made so much more sense. “For the sake of communication, I want to make this very, very clear. The condom/commitment thing is not a reflection of my any extracurricular activity. I don’t have a perfect past, and I’ve made mistakes, but I have never cheated on you. I say that with absolute—”

Seamus covered Matt’s mouth. “I know. I just wanted you to know. You are nothing like Kelly, I don’t compare the two of you, and I never thought you cheated.”

“Never?” Matt questioned.

Seamus sat up so fast the room spun. “I haven’t. I swear.”

Matt put a calming hand on Seamus’s chest and laughed. “I only said that because it was brought to my attention that when I was at the bar being asked twenty questions about Jay from that one guy, you weren’t handling it so well.”

Seamus rolled his eyes. “There might’ve been a small part of me that didn’t like it—”

“A small part?”

“Okay, there was a big part of me that didn’t like it. But it wasn’t you. It was Kelly.”

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I looked at the message again. “I’m in the lobby. Blue pants, white shirt, blue sport coat.”

I took a deep breath and headed for the stairs. I didn’t know his name. I hadn’t seen a face picture. I hadn’t even asked for a dirty picture of him. I just knew that I was horny, he checked a lot of my boxes (older (58 to my 30), sexy hairy chest, total top, slightly dominant but not an asshole in our chats), and we had connected. I don’t hook up a lot. Both because I’m married and don’t have a lot of opportunities. And because, contrary to the sluttiness of my present actions, I really do insist on a connection when I chat. I had a hotel room to myself on a business trip tonight, so that took care of opportunity. And I really liked him when we talked. We were both married professionals, and had a nice talk about our jobs and the state of the world before I couldn’t take it any longer and asked if he wanted to come over. He told me he was coming from a business dinner, and I was his pit stop on his way home to his wife. I made a bad joke about him making sure to have pineapple for dessert, and he told me he laughed.

As I got to the lobby, I scanned the room. I didn’t break stride as I walked from the stairs on my way to the elevators. My eyes settled on him, and everything froze. He was bald, a little short, and completely relaxed in a chair with his legs crossed and his eyes on his phone. He looked up and I froze in my tracks as our eyes locked. He stood up and walked over to me with a smile. “Hi, Mike?”

I took his hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Hi, I’m [I could make up a name, but if I’m honest my ears were ringing and I didn’t hear it.]”

“Hi, sir.”

He began walking. “Shall we head to the elevators?”

“Yes, sir.”

As he walked in front of me, I followed, wondering who the fuck this submissive person was. We’d never talked about me “sir”ing him. That wasn’t a particular fantasy of mine. It just suddenly slipped out.

“Did you say you were on the 4th floor?”

“Yes sir.”

He hit the button, and we rode up in silence. Me standing behind him. I looked him over. He was about 4 inches shorter than me (I’m 6 foot even), bald, older, but clearly worked out. We had discussed me blowing him, no reciprocation. But I could already tell that all plans were out the window. My mind was on auto pilot, and I was clearly going to do whatever he wanted me to do.

As we got to my floor, he asked which way, and he then led the way to my room. I handed him my key, and he unlocked my door for me. I followed him in as he walked right around my bed. He paused to take off his sport coat, which he folded and hung over the desk chair. Then he sat on the little hotel couch with his legs spread wide. He leaned back, gestured between his legs, and said “shall we just get to it?”

I got on my knees. Hands on his thighs. I couldn’t decide if I should make eye contact with him or with his bulge as I asked him how he wanted to get started. “It’s your show,” came the response.

“Yes, sir.”

I slid my hands up his slacks, enjoying the feeling of his muscles under his pants. I avoided his visibly swelling bulge as I felt his thighs transition to his hips beneath my fingers. I reached his belt, then slid my hands toward the center and started undoing his belt buckle. I popped his button and pulled his zipper down before I asked if he could lift his hips. Instead, he stood up over me.

He didn’t say a kaçak iddaa word as I tugged on the sides of his pants. I was so focused on his bulge, millimeters from my face that it took me a moment to realize that his pants weren’t moving. I did a double take and realized that his fly wasn’t all the way open. I slid my hands inside his waist band and found the inside clasp. Then dug further into his pants before finding the final button. My hand was almost fully inside his waist band as I fumbled with the button; I was still entirely focused on the clear bulge standing over my face that I hadn’t gotten the nerve to kiss or otherwise touch yet.

Finally the button came free, and his pants dropped to his ankles. He was still silent as he stood there in his maroon boxer briefs. I could clearly see his penis now, outlined against his underwear. I looked up at him and asked what he liked. Again, “it’s your show.”

“Yes, sir.”

I couldn’t resist any longer and slid my hand up to squeeze his package. I was shocked that he wasn’t particularly hard. He wasn’t flaccid, but he was already enormous and he clearly wasn’t done growing. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the tip through his underwear. I was terrified of what he would taste like after he told me he’d been at work all day. He smelled nice though, and I just kissed on his tip for a moment.

He just stood there, hands on his hips, as I kissed him. I was ready to see more of him, so I slid my hands up his impressively muscly thighs, and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs. I loved seeing his silver bush come into view as I slid them down. Then his cock sprang out. If you were to pull out a measuring tape, I’m not sure he was objectively more than large average… maybe 7 inches. But the thing somehow packed an enormous amount of mass. As it landed across my face, I could feel the weight in what felt like the biggest cock I had ever played with.

I slid my hands down his legs, ready to push him back onto the couch, when I noticed that his pants were still around his ankles. He had made no move whatsoever to help, so I guess that was my job. I crouched down and noticed that his shoes were still on. Never in any fantasy I have ever had have I thought about taking a man’s shoes off, but nothing quite puts the exclamation point on feeling submissive like trying to unlace his shoes while his hard cock drips pre-cum on the back of your neck and into your hair.

He lifted his feet to help me after his shoes were untied. I slid his shoes and pants off, then kissed my way back up his legs. I wanted him naked, so I got up on my knees, and unbuttoned his shirt. As I undressed him, I could feel his cock against my chest; still rock hard and drooling. I made a joke about not wanting a blue dress situation as I took my own shirt off. He laughed a bit, then sat back down on the couch, legs spread wide, totally naked except his blue socks.

I stared his cock down some more, still somewhat intimidated by its size. I decided to start kissing his thigh. I enjoyed the feeling of his skin under my lips, and my nerves settled as I kissed quickly up the insides of his thighs. He was still totally silent until I kissed high enough that my beard started to tickle his balls. Once I was that high, alternating which thigh I was kissing, it seemed only natural to stop in the middle and kiss his balls. I loved the feeling of his pubes tickling my face as I gave each ball a quick peck. kaçak bahis Then, as I started sucking his balls in earnest, the dirty talk above me turned on like I had finally found the on switch.

“MMM, you like daddy’s balls? Get daddy’s balls into your mouth and start sucking.”

I happily obliged. Alternating licking and sucking his balls, loving how they filled my mouth, loving the way his pubes tickled my nose. As I was enjoying licking him, he shifted position, and his cock fell across my face. I was worried it was going to leave a bruise, it was so heavy. I grabbed it, intending to stroke him a little while I sucked his balls, and I felt his hands on me for the first time. “No hands,” he said, as he pulled my hand off him.

I pulled back and got out most of “yes, sir,” before I felt his hand on the back of my head, pulling my mouth back onto his balls. I moaned with my mouth full as I resumed licking.

I knew it was time to give his cock some attention, so I pulled my favorite move, either giving or receiving a blow job. I moved down a bit and kissed the bottom of his balls. Then, I placed the tip of my tongue at the back of his balls, dragged it up the seam between then, then continued licking slowly up his cock until I could take the head in my mouth. I loved the feel and taste of his cock slowly drooling into my mouth as I began to suck him.

I loved hearing him moan as I began to bob my head up and down on him. I had him about half way in my mouth, loving the blow job. I was deciding if I could take him all the way down, or if I even wanted to. Without warning, his hand was on the back of my head, encouraging me deeper. There was no doubt I was going to comply as the pressure on the back of my head increased. I focused on breathing through my nose as I felt the head of his cock pushing against the entrance to my throat. I was about to give up when his hand turned from insistent pressure, to forceful pressure. I felt the briefest sensation of my lips sealed tight around the base of his cock before I gagged hard and I was suddenly sitting back on my heals gasping.

“You like that.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Not every time, sir. But once in a while is…” We both knew what I was going to say, but he had pushed his cock back into my mouth before I got to finish. After a minute, he sat back, hands off my head, and just let me suck him at my own pace. The constant stream of dirty talk resumed. He reminded me a few times not to use my hands, so I just enjoyed stroking his thighs as I blew him.

After a particularly nasty round of how much I must like sucking daddy’s big dick, I pulled back and looked up at him. With his cock resting on my chin I told him “you know sir, the daddy talk doesn’t really do it for me.”

He grabbed the back of my hair and forced me down to his balls. I vaguely heard “interesting, now suck daddy’s nuts” as he pushed them into my mouth. I’ve never had someone deep throat me with their balls before, but that’s the only way I could describe what happened. He had both hands on the back of my head forcing his entire sack into my mouth. I tried breathing through my nose, which was sandwiched in the crease between his thigh and his cock, and I couldn’t help gagging as he forced his balls as far into my mouth as he could get them. He held me in this position for probably a minute, ignoring my gags and demanding that I lick daddy’s nuts. I did my best to comply, illegal bahis but mostly I was focused on the dual feelings of panic at having trouble breathing, and being unbelievably turned on as I tried to angle my nose to find air around his cock and thigh.

I felt him put his feet on my shoulders. Finally, the pressure released on the back of my head, but now he was pushing me down, demanding that I “lick daddy lower.” I was completely frozen. I had never licked ass before, but I also knew there was no way I was telling him no. As the panic subsided and I decided I was going through with whatever I was told, I realized that the dirty talk had changed. He was now very into me licking daddy’s taint. I kept licking the back side of his balls, now growing disappointed that he hadn’t forced me down to his ass. I wanted to submit to him completely, but I just didn’t have the nerve to rim him without him making me.

After a few minutes, I moved back to his balls, then I was sucking his cock again. His feet were still on my shoulders, and I had my hands wrapped around his ass. The dirty talk never stopped, and I knew better than to tell him I wasn’t into the daddy talk again. I was really enjoying popping the head into and out of my mouth, when apparently he noticed too.

“Mmm, you like the tip, cocksucker?”

I looked up, swirling my tongue around the tip as I answered. “I like feeling my lips popping over the rim, sir.”

“Does it make you think about daddy’s dick popping in and out of your ass?”

My brain locked up again. I liked oral; I had never actually had sex with a man. And there was no way I could take a cock this big. There was also no way I was going to tell him no. I hadn’t even begun to process how I wanted to respond when I heard my voice, “are you asking to fuck me, sir?”

“No.”

I was relieved, but I heard my voice again. “I have condoms, sir.”

He smiled at me and didn’t say anything as he grabbed my hair and forced his balls back into my mouth. He only made me gag for about 30 seconds this time, before pulling me back to his cock and immediately pushing me all the way down. Again though, he let off relatively quickly as I began to gag, and he let me go back to blowing him at my own pace.

I looked at a clock later and realized that I blew him for almost an hour. It didn’t feel that long though. Eventually, I felt his feet slide in and tighten around my ears as I was sucking him. He had been dripping precum since before his pants came off, but he was starting to leak much faster as I heard his breathing quicken and saw his abs tightening.

I heard, “sorry, I didn’t find any pineapple with dinner.” Then, I felt him ejaculating across my tongue. I had pulled back until just the tip was in my mouth, so I could taste every drop. I didn’t have time to do much savoring though as he filled me so fast, I had to swallow quickly to keep from spilling any.

Eventually, his breathing slowed. I just held him in my mouth as he came down. Feeling him go slightly softer, but still shockingly rigid. Finally, I heard “thanks. That was amazing.” He shuddered as I slid him out of my mouth and gave him a kiss right on the tip. “No, thank you, sir.”

He stood up over me and started to get dressed. I realized as I tried to stand up how long I must have been on my knees. I was too stiff to stand up smoothly. I realized in the same moment that my jeans and shoes had never even come off. We made awkward small talk, and I stood there shirtless as he got dressed. In a few minutes, he was gone. I could still taste his semen as I realized that he hadn’t even kissed me goodbye.

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Note: My stories are all 99% true, with minor details changed to help obscure identities. Anything that is purely fiction will be noted.

What was initially a platonic “date” for dinner then drinks at a local bar with Katie was seemingly taking a more intimate turn. However, our families had long been friends stemming from the close proximity of our parents’ houses growing up, so I didn’t want to be too presumptuous and damage what is otherwise a good acquaintance.

She is two years younger than me (me 29, her 27), and I’d developed one of those “maybe one day but probably not” attractions to her as she filled out into a gorgeous, curvaceous woman, standing 5ft 4 with what I estimated were borderline C/D cup tits, trim waist, and the most amazing biggest ass that I’m guessing I have her half Syrian heritage to thank. Her natural hair is light brown, not quite dirty blonde, but lends itself well to coloring and she’d range from platinum blonde to a dark auburn red throughout the years. She was now a fairly standard light yellowish blonde. I had gotten hints that she had a similar state of attraction to me here and there, but we never seemed to be single at the same time until this time.

I am your standard dark brunette 5ft 8in Irish/German midwestern build. Not slender necessarily, but still on the right side of stocky, with a waistline that fluctuates between 30 and 33 inches depending on my lifestyle. A fair amount of hair on my chest, abdomen, arms and legs (back is relatively naturally smooth), but not to the extent one would accuse me of having any Mediterranean in my blood.

I don’t know which ancestry I have to thank for what I’ve been told is a gorgeous, perfectly “big but not too big” cock. A slightly upward curved, evenly pink model coming in at about 7 1/2 inches long, 5 1/2 around, circumcised with a large pronounced mushroom head the size of a doorknob. Sure, blowjobs have been an issue with some girls in the past, and I usually have to take it slow on initial penetration, but once we’re into it I’ve had few complaints. Underneath sits a taught sack holding largish balls which are comparable to the “large” grocery store eggs sold in the US. Being a low maintenance kind of guy, the hair down there is usually free to grow wild, but I’d trim if I had a date coming up or my partner at the time preferred. Not being a hypocrite, I have never met a pussy that had too much hair on it.

So we’re at the local watering hole and both feeling no pain, given we are within walking distance of my apartment so driving isn’t required. This does obviously mean that Katie is coming home with me, but I’m happy to pass out on the couch and give her my bed and take her home in the morning. She’s becoming a bit more forward as she works through a few gin and tonics, asking me about my tattoos, where did I get them (bunch of different shops), bahis şirketleri did they hurt (not really but depends on location), do I regret any (not one), confessing that she has a couple in mind but is nervous about pulling the trigger on. Her questions also give her license to be a little physical as she feels my forearm and biceps in order to determine how inked skin feels compared to virgin skin. I, not sure where this is headed, have slowed down a little on my rum and cokes, but am also certainly not in a sober state.

It’s around 1 or 1:30 am, and some insecure “tough” guys are starting to get a bit out of hand, which is my cue to pay the tab and walk home. No offer to split iit was a good sign for me, since we split dinner earlier, not being on a “real” date, rather just talking and catching up as we’ve both been quite busy lately, me with work, and her with grad school. She gets the first door and I get the second, allowing me to test the waters gently guiding her the step down with my hand on the small of her back. I can just make out her smile when I do. The walk is only about 5 minutes, but we take it slow, casually walking quite close with shoulders touching at times as our slightly impaired gait allows.

Not wanting to create an awkward situation, I opt for the stairs over the brightly lit elevator we would surely have had to ourselves to make it to my third floor apartment. Not one moment after the door shuts, we instinctively start kissing in the entryway, getting more and more heated as what I’m not sure if are seconds or minutes are passing. Eventually we break to remove our shoes and I offer her some sweatpants, slipping into basketball shorts while getting them. She uses the guest bathroom to change into them, and I notice she must have removed her bra as her tits had less cleavage than before.

Already sitting on the couch when she comes out, I ask if she wants to watch anything, to which she simply climbs on top of my lap, picking up where we left off a few minutes earlier. She’s stradling me, tongue practically down my throat, and I move my hand up her black tank top, soon feeling one of the biggest tits I’ve ever felt, its large nipple almost as hard as my cock is growing in my shorts. After a few more minutes of making out and feeling her up, I unbutton the top of her pants, but she stops me short when I put my hand down them. “Did I feel some fuzz or was that her panties?” I think to myself when she says “Not tonight, it’s my time of the month.”

“Shit, ok,” I think right before she stands up and points to my shorts. “Off” I’m almost commanded, but certainly not complaining. I promptly remove my shorts, my mostly hard cock bouncing free as I didn’t have underwear on. “Ohhh…” she trails off looking down at my dick, taking it in her hand as she kneels on the rug in front of me. “This is… not… quite bahis firmaları what I’m used to” she tells me, slowly stroking my shaft, achieving the last 5% of blood flow for my rock hard erection. I know she doesn’t have the most experience as she had been dating the same guy since high school until recently, but obviously like what I hear, turning me on more, especially since I knew her ex pretty well too.

“I would have trimmed if I knew,” not knowing what else to say, but her response of taking one of my hairy balls gently in her mouth as she strokes me tells me it’s not an issue. I reach forward to feel her tits again, and she sits up and pulls her big breasts out of the top of her low cut tank top. Seeing them for the first time, I marvel as her slightly veiny, slightly saggy D cup tits hang prominently on her chest. Her dark pink areolas are large, slightly puffy and clearly defined, covering about 2/3rds, capped with erect thimble sized nipples which point slightly downward underneath the weight. I instinctively lean forward, taking one in my mouth and tweaking the other, but she pushes me back and grips my rock hard cock again.

“Jesus,” she mutters softly, gazing at then kissing underneath my big mushroom tip, her hand covering about a third of my shaft as she strokes from the base to the head. I love the way her tits sway slightly as she strokes it, big on her frame interfering with her arm. She makes eye contact with me, slightly nervous but with desire, and I feel her take the head of my dick into her warm, wet mouth. Her hand has stopped stroking, instead steadying my thick shaft at its bushy base. Her other starts lightly caressing my hairy sac as she works further and further down the length, eventually almost but not quite meeting her steady hand. I’m in fucking heaven, watching what has until now been a “forbidden fruit” family friend sucking on my big hairy cock, her D cup tits hanging and swaying as she does so.

“Uh… um, teeth,” I hesitantly say as she picks up her pace, knowing the scraping generally just prolongs things and I’m already gracious for the pleasure I’m receiving. “Sorry,” she removes my cock from her mouth, “It’s just, I’m just not used to this,” she furthers, taking a break resuming stroking. I’m not sure if she’s complaining about the size, relegating things to a handjob, but then she leans back in, taking only my fat mushroom in her mouth, swirling her tongue around and underneath it as she firmly grips the rest of my shaft with both hands. This is the hottest visual I’ve ever gotten while getting head and I can’t even see any of my cock, her two hands and mouth covering its 7 and a half inch length.

I’m groaning as she starts focusing her tongue on my frenulum, creating the perfect amount of suction pressure on the tip with her mouth, her two hands squeezing ever so gently around the remaining kaçak bahis siteleri shaft, her fingers just touching around its girth. “Where should I cum?” I manage to pant, feeling myself approaching the point of no return quickly. “Just not in my mouth,” she answers, which shifts my focus back to her big hanging tits. “Tits?” I mutter, her slight nod of approval accomplished without interrupting the tongue bath she’s giving my cock head. My eruption pending, I take over with my cock in my hand, stroking it eagerly as she leans back on her knees and pushes her tits up and together.

The way she holds her big nipples in her fingers as she does so, faintly rubbing them, is what does me in. But instead of our agreed upon target, my first rope of cum flies over her head and I hear it splat on the hardwood floor, easily clearing the area rug in front of the couch. Being a little dark, I don’t even know if she saw it, but gets promptly sprayed in the face with 2 or 3 more big shots before I can adjust my aim downwards, pawing her hand out in a feeble attempt to block them as I do. Her tits now in my sights, there’s a couple seconds delay before a massive rope splashes off her huge areolas, with her hand that left supporting her tit upwards cupping my balls. “Oh my god,” she gets in before another and another and another shot, each landing on her substantial bust, diminishing in quantity until I’m finally spent, dribbling my final bits of seed on the couch between my legs.

Regaining my composure, I look around and take everything in. There’s no other way to put it – I just legitimately hosed down Katie, family friend for almost 15 years. She’s looking at me, her face and upper body completely covered in cum, when she says, but not disapprovingly, “Holy shit.”

“Yeah…” I kinda laugh, to which she starts laughing, looking down at her big cum drenched tits she’s holding, then back at me, then my slightly softened cock. “Um… where can I get,” she starts, prompting my reply “oh yeah, just a second,” getting up and finding a hand towel. “You could shower if that’d be better,” I offer but she only wipes her face off, leaving my cum to soak in and drip down her jutting tits. She gets up and turns around, presumably to head to the bathroom and complete the job, and starts cracking up. “I just stepped in more,” she giggles before I can even ask, having found the initial blast’s destination. Feeling somewhat guilty, I get up to get another towel, but she drops hers to the ground and stands on, playfully wiggling her feet to soak it up, causing her heavy tits to sway back and forth. Had we not been drinking earlier, just this visual may have been enough to get me ready for round two, but not tonight.

“You want a water?” I ask, grabbing one from the fridge then heading towards the bedroom. “Yeah,” she answers, and she joins me in my bed in a minute or so. And while I didn’t know it then, this long lusted after woman, this sexy minx that was covered in my seed only 5 or 10 minutes previous, would become my wife, mother of my children, the last woman I ever share my bed with.

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Judy Scott’s cunt tingled and she could feel her nipples harden in the backseat of the taxi as she got closer and closer to Dr. Cypher’s clinic. This is what she had waited for, she thought as she brushed a hand across a hard nipple under her top. Word of mouth had told her this was where every fantasy could be realized. Her’s was not a politically correct one, she realized that but it was her fantasy no less. She fantasized about being a mistress in the cotton fields in the deep south of America and being able to take advantage of any hard black cock of the slaves they kept. She knew it was wrong but she just wanted to feel that hard black cock inside her for so long. It seemed it was never going to happen in the middle school where she worked. Now, here she was and her panties were already wet by the time the cab pulled up outside the huge old Victorian manor house. An immaculately dressed man in a suit walked out the front door to meet her. Collecting her suitcase, he led her up the steps and inside to a large entrance hall with a huge staircase at the other end. Putting down her suitcase, he led her into a lavish lounge room to the right.

“Dinner will be served soon. In the meantime could I get madam a pre-dinner drink?” he asked.

“Gin and Tonic would be lovely.” she told him, overwhelmed. A few minutes later, the man who had received her returned within her drink on a silver tray. Just sat sipping it in the plush living room wondering what was next. She didn’t have to wait long. The man soon returned and showed her into a wood lined dining room. The man at the end of the dining table stood up as she entered.

“Welcome my dear. I am Dr. Cypher.” he said. ‘Come. sit and dine with us.” He seemed younger than Judy expected but there was something about him, something in his eyes that could look into your soul and know just what you were thinking. She wondered for a second if he could be the Devil himself and what her little fantasy might really cost. Seated next to him was a woman of immeasurable beauty that just seemed to exude sexuality.. Even though she was straight, Judy could quite easily have let the woman take her to bed. Dinner was a three course affair mixed in with a lot of small talk. Finally, unable to help herself, Judy turned to Dr. Geisler.

“When will my fantasy start?” she asked, eager to begin.

“I think you’ll find it already has.” he said smiling back at her. “As soon as Phillip has shown you to your room.” Within that, the man in the immaculate suit who had met her at the door appeared at her side as if out of nowhere. Offering his hand, he helped her out of her seat and led her from the dining room. Together, they climbed the stairs and at the top, Phillip opened a door and waved her inside. The door was closed behind her, even before she could thank him. She surveyed the room. Her suitcase was nowhere to be found. Instead, laid out on the bed was an old fashioned dress, bloomers and bodice, just like a plantation owner’s wife would have worn. Eager to get on with it, Judy quickly stripped off her modern clothes and started to don the clothes provided. She had barely had time to put on the bloomers and bodice when a knock came at her door.

“Come in.” she said, sitting on the bed, one hand covering her crotch and an arm across her breasts for modesty. The door opened and in walked a tall overseer, dressed in riding pants, boots, a cotton shirt and slouch hat. In one hand he held a shotgun, in the other, the chains of the equally tall dark slave at his side. Ignoring the overseer, she looked at the tall black man covetously. Dressed in little more than rags, most of his dark glistening body was exposed. He looked very strong and muscular, obviously from working in the fields and she wondered if his cock matched his physique under the ragged pants tied with a piece of rope around his waist. Tingling between the legs, she couldn’t wait to find out.

“Here’s the one you asked for.” the overseer said, pulling him forward into the room by his chains.

“I don’t think we need those.” she said. Begrudgingly, the overseer unshackled the man. “Don’t you try anything.” he said as he slipped off the ankle chains. “I’ll be right outside.”

“He won’t,” Judy said smiling as the overseer left the room, shutting the door behind him.

“How do you know I won’t Missus?” the slave asked when they were alone.

“Because you are in my fantasy.” she replied, grinning.

“What’s your name?” she asked him.

“Tom.” he told her.

“Take off those rags Tom.” she ordered him, her aroused cunt eager to see him naked. Doing as he was ordered, Tom pulled his shirt off over his head, undid the rope around his waist and slid his pants down. Judy gulped and her cunt contracted between her legs. He was just as she had dreamed, muscular and trim with a long thick cock dangling in front of him. It was the cock that really caught her attention. Even soft, it rivalled any of the huge black dildos she had rammed inside her dreaming of this moment. With her bodice already bahis siteleri removed and her nipples hard and erect, she looked at him lustfully.

“Have you ever seen a white cunt?” she asked him playfully. Tom shook his head.

“Would you like to see mine?” she asked.

“Yes Missus.” he replied, his eyes glued to her taut white breasts with their hard nipples. Smiling, Judy raised her ass off the bed and slid her bloomers down over her thighs. Letting them slip down her calves, she stepped out of them, leaned back on the bed and opened her legs wide.

“Do you like it?” she asked seductively. Fuck, did he like it. It was shaved bare, not like the thick black bushes on the women back at the quarters and he could see everything. Every fold of her pink lips and the wet opening between them. He didn’t have to speak to tell her if he liked it, she could tell by the swelling cock in front of him.

“Come closer.” she said, gliding a hand over herself between her legs. He took a step forward, his cock even thicker and harder.

“Closer.” she beckoned, her cunt getting wetter and more aroused with every step towards her. Finally, when he was virtually between her legs, she sat up.

“Now let’s see that cock of yours.” she said, reaching forward and gliding her fingers over the ever hardening shaft. Tom groaned as her fingers stroked his thick long shaft gently, coaxing it hard.

“Do you want my cunt?” she asked in a husky voice, stroking his huge cock with both hands. All Tom could do was groan his desire for the wet pink slit between her legs.

“Taste it.” she panted. Dropping to one knee beside the bed he buried his face between her legs and began to lick her, his eager tongue parting her lips and vibrating her hard aroused clit. She smelt cleaner than the slave girls but still had that same musky aroused smell that drove men wild. Judy groaned and bucked against his tongue as he lapped at her hungrily.

“Take me. Stick that big cock in me.” she pleaded, unable to wait another second to feel that huge thing inside. Rising to his feet and pulling his cock, Tom leant forward and started rubbing the huge swollen head between her wet parted lips. Quivering with anticipation and desire to feel the huge head penetrate her tight aroused cunt, Judy forced her legs open even wider. Slippery and wet with her cunt juices, Tom pressed the head to her eager opening and slowly pushed forward.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out as it forced her open, stretching her cunt like nothing ever before. Suddenly he was inside her, filling her with it and the hard thick shaft of his cock.

“Oh God, fuck me.” she yelled as he filled every inch of her with rhythmic thrusts deep inside her. Her pleas egged him on and he began to ram every inch of his cock deep into her body. She wailed and bucked against him, her cunt never so full of cock. It was so thick it was rubbing every aroused part inside her.

“Fuck! Fuck!.” she screamed, thrusting her hips up off the bed, forcing him even deeper as she started to cum. Tom moaned and thrust into her even faster, her excitement rocketing him towards orgasm.

“Dont cum inside me. I want to see you cum.” she begged, as she thrust her cunt against him, cumming hard on the thick hard buried deep inside her. Frantic, Tom pulled his cock from her contracting pussy, pulling it hard. Wide eyed and excited beyond belief, Judy watched as he cried out, his hand jerked back on his cock and he came, thick hard strands of cum squirting all over her belly and tits. Tom stood gasping and jerking between her legs, his hand milking every drop from his still hard aroused cock. Fuck he had cum hard and she lay basking in the feel of his thick warm cum all over her body.

It was the end for now, but before they put their clothes back on and she called for the overseer to return Tom to his quarters, she sat up, took hold of his still sizable cock and slid her mouth over the end of it. She relished the feel of the size of it in her mouth and the taste of his cum still oozing from its tip would give her something to remember until she sent for him again tomorrow.

In an upstairs room, Jack Greenfield waited for his fantasy to begin. No sooner had he thought about it, his doorbell chimed. Walking to the door, he opened it. A French maid with a trolley stood outside the door.

“Mon nom est Danielle. Je suis ta servante. Puis-je faire le service de votre chambre?” she asked, introducing herself and wanting to clean his room. Not understanding a word she said but gathering she was there to service his room, he ushered her in with a wave of his hand.

“Merci.” she said, walking into the room with fresh folded towels. Jack took a seat and watched as she began to dust all the surfaces and tidy his room. Fuck, she was so good looking in that short black skirt and low cut top with her full breasts nearly spilling out of it. When she bent over to straighten the bed, his cock jerked in his pants as he got a glimpse of her white panties covering her round ass and the strip canlı bahis siteleri of material stretched tight between her legs.

When she stood back up and turned, she saw him smiling. “Étais-tu en train de regarder ma jupe, vilain homme?” she said. Asking if he was looking up her skirt. Not understanding her, all Jack could do was smile.

“Je pensais que vous étiez. Tu voulais voir le contour de mon con à travers ma culotte, n’est-ce pas.” She said, smiling and waving a finger, admonishing him for wanting to see her cunt through her panties.

“Bien. si tu veux tellement le voir.” she said, raising a leg and putting a foot on the arm of his chair. Sliding up her dress, she hooked a finger into the leg of her panties and slowly pulled them aside. Jack sucked in his breath, gasping at the sight of her perfect cunt, blood surging into his cock at the sight of her moist inviting slit.

“Vous pouvez le toucher.” she said, taking his hand and letting him know he could touch her cunt. Jack groaned with pleasure as his finger slid between her slippery wet lips, his fingertip exploring the wet pool of her opening before sliding up to rub her excited rigid clit. She moaned as he pushed two fingers i9nto her wet cunt and started fucking her with them. All he could think of was finger fucking and licking that perfect cunt. Before he could get too aroused, she pulled off his fingers and dropped her leg off the chair. Smiling, she leaned over and slowly unzipped his pants. Reaching inside, she pulled out his hard thick straining cock. Bending over, she slipped her mouth over the tip of it as she undid his belt and opened his pants. Gripping each side of them, he raised his hips and she pulled them down. With his pants pulled down and around his ankles, his cock was hers. Hungrily, she sucked him, her hand stroking his hard shaft as she sucked his swollen head. Laying back in his chair, Jack groaned and gasped as her mouth and hand rocketed him towards orgasm. Just when he thought he was going to get to cum hard in her mouth, she withdrew leaving his cock jerking in the air.

Standing up, Danielle started to strip in front of him, unzipping her dress from behind and slowly sliding it down. Next off came her bra, releasing her full round breasts with their hard aroused nipples. All that was left were her panties. Gyrating her hips in front of him, she rubbed her wet slit through the thin material. Jack sat mesmerised as she fingered her pussy, her wetness soaking through her panties. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more excited, she pulled down her panties, opened her legs and reached between them, parting her pussy lips for him. Fuck! The sight of her pink wet parted cunt nearly made him cum right there and then.

“J’ai besoin que tu baises ma chatte.” she said, stroking his cock with both hands before moving to the bed, laying on it, spreading and raising her legs. Jack didn’t need to understand French to know what that meant. Thrusting himself out of the chair, he was between her legs in a second, pressing the hard swollen head of his cock between her parted lips.

“Baise-moi!” she cried out as he speared into her aching cunt, his thick hard cock burying itself deep in her body. Dragging her to the edge of the bed, he started to fuck her hard, ramming his cock as hard and deep in her as he could. Desperate to cum, she cried out, pushing her cunt up to meet his every thrust.

“je vais jouir.” she cried out, telling him she was going to cum as he rammed his cock hard and deep inside her. Suddenly, her cunt squirted and she was bucking hard against him. Jack gasped and he started cumming hard inside the contracting cunt squeezing his cock. Spent. He slipped his cock from her full cunt and watched with pride as his cum leaked out of her convulsing pussy. Fuck, it looked so good, he just wanted to press his face between her legs and sniff her.

“Nous n’avons pas encore fini.” she said as she laid on the bed with her legs open and her stomach jerking occasional in spasms. Jack shrugged as he knelt between her legs. He didn’t understand a word of what she said.

“We aren’t finished yet.” she said, smiling at him.

“You speak English!” Jack said, astounded and laughing.

“You wanted a French maid so me voici, une femme de chambre française.” she said smiling.

“So what does my little French maid still want?” he asked eagerly.

“Lay here.” she said, patting the bed beside her. “Let’s get you nice and hard again. Then you can turn me over and fuck me from behind.” she said smiling. Jack was on the bed next to her in a second. He could think of nothing nicer than her making his cock hard and then ramming himself against her lovely ass with his cock buried deep inside her wet cunt.

“First we get you an aperitif.” she told him, stroking his spent cock before climbing off the bed. He watched as her naked ass walked over to the trolley and she retrieved two plastic bottles of spirit. Climbing back onto the bed, she screwed the top off one and handed it to canlı bahis him. As he sipped down the strong liquor, she poured some from her bottle onto her hand, rubbed it on his cock and slid her mouth over him.

“Mmm, you taste so nice.” she moaned, sucking him hard. Jack lay back watching her mouth slide up and down his fast growing shaft. Spreading his legs wide, he groaned with pleasure as his little French maid slid her mouth down the whole length of him, taking his cock deep into her throat.

Sliding her mouth off him, she looked up at him smiling. “Je veux ta bite dans ma chatte.” she said, turning around on the bed and letting him know she wanted his cock in her cunt. Jack was on his knees, hard cock in hand, stroking himself as he moved in behind her. She spread her legs wide and pressed her face to the bed, forcing her wet parted cunt up for him. Jack rubbed the hard swollen head of his cock between her silky soft wet parted lips, lubricating himself and plunged his cock inside her. She cried out at the sudden invasion of her cunt, half in pleasure and half in pain. Before she even had time to recover, he was thrusting hard into her cunt, the front of him slapping against her ass cheeks as he mercilessly began to fuck her.

“Oh putain! Oui, c’est ça, baise ma chatte,” she cried out as he rammed his cock deep into her cunt. He didn’t know what it meant but he could tell she wanted more of the hard cock he was filling her with. Turned on by her pleas, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back hard onto him as he thrust himself into her eager wet cunt.

“je jouis!” she cried out, thrusting herself back hard onto him, her legs and ass quivering as she came, on his hard cock. Watching and feeling her cum was all too much and Jack felt the cum rush from his balls. Pushing hard inside her, he froze, his cock jerking uncontrollably with squirt after squirt as he filled her warm cunt with his own thick warm cum.

“Tnak vous monsieur Jack.” shen panted as she lay on the bed, her legs open and her stomach twitching as his cum seeped out of her glistening cunt.

“That’s enough French.” he said to her, laying over her naked body between her legs, his mouth latching onto one of her hard nipples, his soft cock rubbing against her slippery parted lips..

Ater the next morning spent being pampered in the clinic’s beauty spa, Judy decided to take a walk in the grounds around the clinic. Dressed in her period costume, right down to a wig of the hairstyle back then, she strolled over the immaculate lawns carrying a parasol to keep the sun off. As beautiful as the grounds were, there was just one thing on her mind and that was Tom and his big thick long hard cock and how it felt deep inside her. Just the thought of his thick cock penetrating her and stretching her open had her cunt tingling and wet. Unable to resist any longer, she found a bench and sat on it. Looking around and sure no one was watching, she slid a hand up under her voluminous dress and began rubbing between her legs. It was lucky her old fashioned underwear was loose and not like the tight fitting panties of today or they would have already been wet through and slippery inside with all the excitement seeping out of her. The only wetness on these would be where she pressed the material between her parted aroused lips with her fingers

As tempting as it was to cum, she stopped short each time, edging her cunt to the point of climax and pulling her fingers away leaving her quivering and shaking in denied orgasm. Several times she did this on various benches around the grounds until she could take it no more. Walking back to the manor, she asked for Tom to be brought to her room.

When the knock came at the door, she was sitting on the bed in just her bloomers. She didn’t care if the overseer saw her bare breasts with their hard aroused nipples, he had seen them before. It was a long time ago when she had let him take her in one of the outbuildings while her husband was in town conducting business. At least that’s what happened i9n her fantasy. Tom was led in and as soon as the door was closed and they were alone, she climbed off the bed, walked over and pressed herself to him, her hand stroking his already hardening cock through his thin pants. As her hand massaged his growing cock, he reached up and began squeezing and rolling her hard nipples with his big fingers. Judy groaned, frantically undoing the rope holding his pants up and pulling down the front of them, reached inside, excited to feel his thick shaft rigid as her eager fingers curled around it.

As she stroked him, she felt a hand slip down inside the front of her bloomers and then two thick fingers push up inside her. They slipped easily into her wet excited cunt and she groaned with pleasure, pulling his cock even harder.

“Take me again.” she panted, releasing his cock and urgently pulling down her underwear. Tom wrenched of his shirt and pushed down his pants, his hard cock waiving in the air in front of him ready to fuck her. Breathing hard and with lust in his eyes, he grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. She rolled over and raised up onto all fours as he climbed on behind her. Judy buried her head on the pillow forcing her cunt upwards and spread her legs wide for him.

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My brother and I have always been as close as two burly guys in a phone booth. We aren’t burly, but we have pretty much been within arms length since we were toddlers and where one was you could find the other, usually sharing everything and working together as a two-person team. What I had was his and anything he owned was as good as mine. We played two man volleyball on the beach in college, and we opened a service station a year after we graduated with two degrees in philosophy.

As everyone knows a degree in philosophy prepares you for absolutely nothing, and a gas station is as good as anything when it comes to degrees that you can’t use. We teamed up for doubles in tennis, and we worked well at the station, him doing the books and me handling the mechanic duties in the auto repair bay.

He was always too busy for much of a social life, so when I got married there was no one who could be my best man other than Jeremy. After the wedding we had the reception in a large hall in a hotel near our home, which we shared. When the after-wedding party was over I took my wife’s hand and motioned to my brother. “Come on,” I said, “our room awaits.”

He gave me an incredulous look and made a face. I had told my bride I shared everything with my brother and her face lit up. She smiled. “Everything?” she said with a knowing grin. I nodded. “Okay,” she said. She liked Jeremy, and if I hadn’t asked her out first, she would have been going out with my brother, at least I knew she would have wanted to if he had asked her, which he hadn’t because he didn’t have time for women. He liked them well enough, but he was busy doing other things so his social life was nonexistent.

“You okay fucking my brother?” I had asked her a week before our wedding.

“If you’re okay with me doing it,” she said grinning.

“I share everything with Jeremy,” I said, “even you, if you’re willing.”

“I’m willing if you are,” she said with that naughty grin of hers that I love.

We had camped together, skinny dipped together, and– except fucking her–we had done just about everything together with the woman I was engaged to: danced, camped together for three days in a three-person tent, waterskied, and spent four days in hotel rooms with one bed in Canada on a car trip to three cities in our neighboring country to the north.

I considered us a threesome, and except for sex, we pretty much were always together, other than our time at work. We were usually inseparable. When she and I went dancing Jeremy went too. We danced with her about the same number of dances and we got drunk with her, showered with her, and other than at work and sleep, we each pretty much spent the same amount of time with her. Dinners were always for three, and while he and I lived together she was at our house or we were at hers.

I don’t think it was a surprise to her when I said bahis şirketleri I was inviting him to our honeymoon. In fact, I think she would have been disappointed if she didn’t get the chance to fuck him sooner or later. I had decided long before the wedding that I was going to offer him the chance to fuck my bride the night of our wedding.

We did everything together, shared everything, so sharing my wife was only natural. It excited me to think of her fucking him, and I had planned on seeing him fuck my bride since shortly after I asked her to marry me.

After the idea came to me, after all we did everything together, I began planning the evening and imagining the scenario, fantasizing about how things might go. It was while she and I were having sex that the idea came to me, and I pictured him fucking her as I watched. My brother is taller than me and has much more in the male equipment department, so I knew he would satisfy her. I also knew she liked Jeremy very much and figured she would jump at the chance to have his big dong inside her. Claire has a great body and I was sure he’d had the hots for her for years, so the honeymoon thing was a natural.

I know it may sound strange, but whenever I admire my wife’s naked body, which I do a lot, I always think of how much my brother would like seeing her that way. When I gaze at her luscious shaved pussy, I will think of how much he would like eating it, pushing his tongue into her pink depths or sucking on the sensitive bud of hers, moving his lips around her clit and sucking hard on that little nub and driving her crazy with his mouth. He’s my brother. I share everything with him.

I rented the room, made sure it had a king-sized bed and a jacuzzi. I figured we’d soak, then flip for her and let the loser watch the first go round. I always figured he’d win and I would watch him consummate our threesome with a cowgirl, with her bouncing on him until she screamed a violent climax and came with my brother’s cum shooting into her newly-married pussy, filling her with his spunk until his balls were empty.

If I won I would fuck her and let her suck him while I watched. She had seen his cock many times, and I knew she admired its size and would love having it inside of her.

She had never told me that, but the look on her face as we skinny dipped left little doubt in my mind.

At the reception we both danced with her and I wondered if anyone realized he and I would be sharing more than a dance with her later that night. It excited me to think that some may have gotten that Idea, made it exciting to think about. It made it just naughty enough to make it thrilling.

I knew my brother well enough to know he had wanted to fuck Claire for years, and giving him the chance was my opportunity to fulfill one of my brother’s fantasies. I figured he most likely would Jack off to thoughts of bahis firmaları her, so giving her to him was my way of thanking my little brother for years of brotherhood and closeness.

When we left for the hotel the three of us climbed into the limousine we had rented and people looked at one another. “What the….?” some of them probably said, looking at each other incredulously. Claire had her wedding dress on and I knew she had no panties under it. She kissed us both and her kiss with Jeremy had lots of tongue and lasted nearly a minute. I saw she was getting to the idea of fucking my brother.

She lifted her dress so he could see she had no panties and to give him a good view of her bare pussy. He smiled and she took his hand by the wrist and guided it between her legs. My brother looked at me and I nodded my consent, then he cupped his hand over her pussy and slipped a finger into her.

When we pulled up at the hotel the chauffeur opened our door and the three of us went in as the driver watched my brother and I lead ‘our’ bride through the front door. I knew he had watched us in the backseat, and I knew he had seen him finger Claire’s pussy. We checked in and got lots of looks as the two people at the front desk watched two guys follow the blushing bride toward the elevator. I told him in the elevator that we would flip for her in the room and the winner got the bride first.

Claire blushed as we talked about who would be going first, and I took a quarter out of my pocket and held it up. Once in the room, I flipped the coin and said, “Heads or tails?” He called heads and it came up heads.

“You won yourself a bride,” I said, putting the coin back in my pocket. My saucy wife took my brother by the arm and said he was a lucky best man. “Not only did you win her, but you get to decide how you fuck her. On top, from below, eating pussy, or getting your knob sucked.”

Claire grinned and pulled him to her. “This may be the best honeymoon ever,” she said with a dreamy look. Once inside the room I went to the corner and sat down, crossing my legs and preparing to watch some hot sex.

“So, you want top, bottom, oral, or a BJ?” I asked.

“What do you want?” he politely asked Claire. She said it was his choice and he chose eating pussy. My wife sat on the bed, lifted up her wedding dress, and opened her legs. My brother got on his stomach and scooted up on the bed until his face was close to my bride’s splayed and eager pussy.

He didn’t need coaxing and put a hand on each of her inner thighs and spread them apart. As if he had dreamed of this moment for years, he began licking and sucking her pussy lips like a rabid dog and pushed his tongue deep into her, then focussing on her clit and shaking his head rapidly back and forth with her hood in his mouth. I was excited by seeing him do her so well and I could see by the smile on kaçak bahis siteleri her face that she thought so as well.

Claire came with a shout, then they moved and he crawled between her legs and she guided his erection into her with her right hand, moving it around between her pussy lips to get the tip wet, then he pushed his hips and squeezed his cock into her lovely pussy. Jeremy fucked her without pause for thirty minutes until he came and emptied his balls into her, grunting as he shot spurt after spurt into her. If she got pregnant that night I wanted it to be either from me or my brother.

When he rolled off of her she kissed him and thanked him for a good fucking and a great pussy eating. I took his place and with his cum inside of her I easily slipped into her, finding her well lubricated vagina slick with my brother’s cum. That excited me to think about.

Claire and I fucked for twenty minutes before I climaxed and emptied myself into her. After we rested, Jeremy and I did a double, with him fucking her pussy and me slipping into her ass. She screamed her orgasm as she came with two men in her two holes and a huge smile on her face.

We drifted off and went right to sleep. I was awakened by movement on the bed and woke to them next to me, her on top, cowgirl style, with my brother’s cock thrusting up and into my new bride with an energy I had to admire. He rapidly drove into her and they fucked hard and fast for another thirty minutes. As he fucked her, my wife smiled at me, her body jarring with each of his powerful thrusts and her tits bouncing each time.

I couldn’t imagine a nicer wedding night. At midnight we fucked her again and once again she came with a squeal each time she had an orgasm. We slept until eleven, then she simply rolled over and opened her legs, waiting for whoever got there first. It was Jeremy who slid into her first, so I scooted up and began kissing her and sucking on her nipples.

The limousine picked us up at three and on the way home Jeremy fucked her sitting in the seat with her straddling him, facing him, a leg on each side of his hips, holding her dress around her waist. The driver adjusted the mirror so he could watch and I smiled at him in the mirror as he observed my brother fuck my wife in the backseat of the limousine.

“Hope the bride enjoyed the honeymoon,” he said over the intercom.

“She still is,” Claire said as she moved up and down over my brother’s lap. When the limousine let us out at our house, we left the long car with smiles on our faces. Claire took each of us by the arm and she walked between us into the house. We have, since that night, shared Claire on a regular basis, fucking her together once or twice a week. On the other days she splits the week with each of us, spending three days with me and three days with Jeremy and one or two of those nights with both of us.

Claire loves the arrangement, saying what woman wouldn’t like two husbands who dote on her and fuck her like any whore would love to be fucked. We have been living this way for five years, and Claire says she couldn’t be happier.

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Nice, Cote D’Azur, South of France, August 30, 1978

Doug Anderson had moved to Europe in the summer of 1978 for work. His head office was in Geneva, but most of his time was spent in the south of France. He kept an apartment in Nice, 5th largest city in France, gateway to Italy and a hotbed of crime and corruption.

The Cote D’Azur was the playground of the rich and famous. Rock stars, Hollywood legends and faded European royalty all lived there. From Cannes to Monaco, there was always a party going on; and always a seamy undercurrent of criminality persisted. Smugglers, drug dealers, con men and prostitutes were everywhere.

Nice was its capital and for Doug, a transplanted Canadian from Montreal, it was a great place to be.

Doug was 6’3″ tall with a trim body honed by years of competitive swimming. At the age of 27, he still swam to stay in shape and had a very impressive physique with broad shoulders, slim waist, and very strong legs. He was also the proud owner of a very large, fat 9-inch cock that the super tight jeans of the day did little to hide.

Doug was running low on condoms. He was going to stock up at the pharmacy in Place Messina but had noticed another one on a back street close to his apartment. It had the green cross indicating it was a pharmacy but on the entry door he noticed a sign saying “Martine Dussault Pharmacist-Homeopath”

This was not unusual in France, where homeopathy was an accepted practice. Pharmacists in France often made their own compounds and remedies and a homeopathic approach to pharmaceutical drugs was not unusual.

This pharmacy was odd in that it showed no signs of advertising. No gaudy displays of makeup or perfume, just rows and rows of shelving, clinical and white.

Doug eventually found the condom section on a bottom shelf in a corner. He was bending over trying to read the labels when he heard a polite cough behind him. He turned around to see a middle-aged woman who it seemed had been admiring his ass.

She was very good looking, well kept with immaculate hair and makeup. French women were like that. It was their revenge for their husband’s serial womanizing. The husband would be out chasing skirts while the wife kept her looks, was always immaculately dressed and made sure her husband was aware that he had a better option at home.

“May I help you Monsieur?”

“Yes please. I’m trying to find a condom, but I can’t find the right size.”

“And what size would that be Monsieur?”

“Double XL.”

“Of course, Monsieur, men always need that size.”

“No really, I do need an extra-large condom.” Doug said gesturing towards the bulge in his pants.

The pharmacist glanced down at his crotch, smirked and said, “Very well, let’s see what we can do about you Double XL problem”. She turned and walked to the back of the pharmacy. Doug followed admiring the sexy sway of her hips under her generic white lab coat.

She went behind the counter, pulled down a book and started leafing through it.

“Let us see, condoms, double XL.”

“Lubricated please” Doug added.

“No, no lubrication. They use terrible industrial lubricants, very bad for you. I can make a much better one for you.”

“That sounds interesting” Doug replied thinking of the possibilities.

“Ah, here we go. That size is a special order, I can have them by Saturday. How many would you like?”

“How about a dozen to start.”

“Very well, come back Saturday at noon and I will have them for you.”

“Thank You Madame.”

“It’s Mademoiselle, and you can call me Martine” she said, showing him her ringless left hand.

“Thank You Mademoiselle Martine, see you Saturday.”

Saturday came and Doug, freshly showered and shaved güvenilir bahis arrived at the pharmacy promptly at 11:55. On the door he noticed that the Saturday closing time was noon. A pleasant coincidence?

He went to the counter at the back of the pharmacy and there was Martine, still looking very attractive despite her generic white lab coat.

“Ah, you have arrived in good time. We are about to close.”

“Any luck with my order?” Doug asked.

“Yes, I have it right here. I just need you name and address please.”

“My name is Douglas Anderson and I live just around the corner at 4 Rue Paganini 5th floor.”

“But that is a hotel.”

“Yes, I have the top floor apartment that I rent by the month.”

“Very well Dooglas” she said, mispronouncing his first name as all French people did. “Come with me.”

She packed the condoms and a jar of something into a paper bag and led him to the front door. At the door she handed him the bag and a set of keys.

“Turn left, take the first left and then left again into the alley. Down the alley you will find a blue door. This is the key to that door. Go upstairs and make yourself comfortable, I will be there momentarily.”

“But….” Doug said with a quizzical look on his face.

“No buts. I need to check the fit of your condoms.”

Doug did as he was told, found the door, opened it and climbed the stairs to find a spacious apartment with large windows overlooking the street. He was above the pharmacy.

He heard a door open towards the back of the apartment and Martine appeared.

“Welcome to my home.”

“This is a very nice place you have here Martine.”

“Yes, and very convenient for my work too. Come with me please.”

Martine led him to the living room at the back of the apartment, a nice big room with French doors leading to a terrace.

“Now Dooglas, please remove your clothes.”

“What, really?”

“Yes. It is very important a condom fits properly. Too big and it falls off, too small and it may break. That is how you make babies!”

Doug peeled his tee shirt off and dropped his pants, leaving only his bikini briefs. Martine smiled and ran her hands over his chest.

“You are a very fit and strong young man, but why do you have no hair on your body?”

“I used to swim competitively and keeping smooth skin improves lap times. I like the feel of being hairless.”

“Yes, it does feel nice and smooth” Martine said casually running her hands over his shoulders and pectoral muscles. “Very nice indeed.”

“Now, please remove your underwear Dooglas, I want to see what we are working with.”

Doug slipped off his briefs and his cock plopped out. Martine gasped and reached for his cock, gently squeezing it, gauging its weight and size.

“This looks very promising Dooglas, and you have trimmed here also.”

“Can you imagine me in my Speedo swimsuit with pubic hairs sticking out all over the place?”

She led him into a tall leather wing backed chair and had him sit with his butt perched on the edge.

“Now, it is my turn Dooglas.”

Martine slowly unbuttoned her smock, letting it slip off her shoulders revealing a full set of lilac coloured lingerie: silk nylons held up by a garter belt with metal clasps, matching lacy bikini panties and bra.

She started rubbing her breasts through the lace, “A little inducement for you Dooglas, a little tease to help you get hard.”

Doug started to stroke his cock, but she batted his hand away.

“No, let me.”

She lifted one leg and tucked her toes under his scrotum, wiggling them to tease his balls.

“Could you please take off my nylons Dooglas.”

Doug ran his hands up her legs, feeling the silk next to her warm güvenilir bahis siteleri flesh. He looked her in the eyes as he expertly pinched a metal clasp holding the nylons. Appling a slight upward pressure he released the rubber button from the clasp.

“Ooh, Dooglas, you’ve done this before.”

He continued undoing the other clasps, then reached around back and undid the garter belt, letting it slip to the floor.

“Now the nylons Dooglas.”

“No, leave them on, I like the feel of the silk on my skin.”

“Very well Dooglas.”

Martine held one side of the tall chair and slid her foot out from under his balls. She stroked his cock with the sole of her foot, running it the length of his cock

“So, you like the feel of silk, do you?”

“Yes, that feels wonderful” Doug moaned as she applied more and more pressure.

Now almost fully hard, Martine used her heel, rubbing the length of his stiffened cock.

“Now the rest Dooglas” as she put her foot down.

He slowly peeled her panties down revealing a dark brown thatch of pubic hair, nicely trimmed and mowed, her pussy lips pouting with dewy moisture.

Reaching up he quickly undid her bra to display and nice set of medium sized breasts, slightly sagging with age but still very perky.

“Do you like what you see Dooglas?” she said as she wantonly massaged her breasts directly in his face, pinching her nipples.

“Do you want to feel them Dooglas?”

He reached for her breasts, but again she slapped his hands away.

“You young men are always so impatient. You must learn to take your time with a woman.”

Martine reached for the bag with the condoms. Dropping to her knees, she spread his legs and moved in closer. Opening the bag, she took out the jar of lubricant and spread some on her hands.

“This is my special lubricant. It is water based, will not break down with heat and has the added benefit of being edible.”

Martine took his hard cock in her hands and worked the lube into the flesh of his cock. She slowly rubbed him to full hardness, stroking the length of his cock, gazing admiringly at his massive member. The lube felt wonderfully slick against his cock.

“This is a truly magnificent penis you have here Dooglas. But now we must see about the fit for Mister Double XL.’

Taking a condom from its sleeve, she slid it over his cock, rolling it down as far as it would go, 2/3s of the way down his length.

“I think the fit is good, perhaps a bit too tight. Maybe next time we try Triple XL.”

She continued stroking his rock-hard cock, reached for more lube and made sure the entire length was well lubricated.

“Now, for the real test Dooglas.”

Martine climbed onto the chair, placed her feet on either side of Doug’s hips and straddled him. She rubbed the lubricated tip of his cock around her pussy lips and inserted his cock. Her eyes widened as the large bulbous head penetrated her pussy. Taking a few inches into her steaming hot pussy, Martine said “Ooh, that’s a big dick you have there Dooglas. I will have to go slow.”

She started rocking up and down on his cock, taking it gradually, inch by inch. She luxuriated at its thickness as she took it deeper.

Eventually she bottomed out, sitting fully in his lap, grinding her pussy on his cock.

“I have never been so full in my life, like a stuffed bird.”

Martine lifted a few inches and sat back down. “Oof.” She continued riding Doug’s cock, slowly, each stroke getting longer and longer as her pussy adjusted his size.

“Oh my God that feels good. Such a big cock in my little pussy.”

Eventually she was taking his entire length with each stroke, her hands on the back of the chair for balance. She iddaa siteleri was breathing deeply, exhaling on each downward stroke, her rhythm speeding up until her hips were slamming down on his cock at a frantic pace.

She rode him like a pony, her hips jacking his cock deep into her pussy.

With one final deep plunge onto his cock, she came hard, not moving as her pussy spasmed on the cock buried deep inside her. She slowly moved her hips in a circular motion, grinding her clitoris on his pubic mound.

Martine sighed; a large smile spreading across her face. “That was most satisfactory, you did very well.” She stayed siting in his lap purring contentedly, caressing his shoulders and neck, kissing him deeply for the first time.

Martine dismounted and knelt again. Pulling the condom off his come drenched cock she said “Let us see how the condom performed’

Holding it to the light, she looked for tears or perforations.

“It is a strong condom, intact in every way, but I still think you need to move up a size.”

Laying the condom on the floor, she took more of the lubricant and worked it into her hands.

“Now, we must take care of you.”

She stated masturbating him using both hands, firmly squeezing with up and down strokes and an occasional cork screwing motion. This soon put Doug into a writhing ecstasy, his hips squirming in the chair.

“Fuck Martine, that feels good. You’re going to make me come.”

“Yes, Dooglas, come for Martine.”

His cock got even bigger and swelled in preparation of shooting his load.

“Come for me Dooglas” as she took the head of his cock into her mouth and bathed the tip with her tongue. That did it for Doug. He bucked his hips and shot several times into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, sucking on the head, using her hands to jack every drop out of his cock. She gently squeezed his balls forcing a last spurt.

Doug collapsed back into the chair, sprawled out after his intense orgasm. Martine sat back on her haunches, still gently stroking his cock.

“You did very well Dooglas. A generous amount of sperm but you could use a change of diet to improve the flavour.”

An evil grin spread on her face as she continued to slowly stroke his cock. Looking him in the eyes she bent down and kissed his balls. She took one ball into her mouth and sucked gently. This produced a small trickle of sperm which she eagerly lapped up. Repeating the procedure, she coaxed more from his other testicle.

“They must be very tender at this moment” as she gently squeezed his balls, bringing a moan from Doug.

“Martine please stop, that hurts!”

“Very well, a man’s private parts are most sensitive, and sometimes I get carried away.”

She stood, went to the kitchen and came back with a wet towel. She bathed his cock and balls, cleaning his genitals with a loving look.”

She briefly admired her admired her handiwork then let his cock flap down on his thigh. It lay there slick and pulsing.

“Yes, I think perhaps Triple XL next time. You may continue using these condoms but leave room at the tip for your discharge. But now you must leave. I have a luncheon appointment.”

Doug stood shakily, still rocked by his massive orgasm. “Thank you, Martine. You have been most helpful.”

“The pleasure was all mine Dooglas.”

Doug got dressed. Martine, still naked, led him to the door at the back. She gave him the typical French double kiss on the cheeks and opened the door for him.

“I look forward to your next visit Dooglas.”

Doug walked back to his hotel and was greeted by the owner, the formidable “Madame”.

“I see you have met Martine” she said, nodding at the bag with the pharmacy Dussault logo.

“She does excellent work; you would do well to follow her instructions Dooglas.”

“She certainly does, Madame. I feel well looked after in her hands.”

Smiling contentedly, he entered the rickety old elevator. Well looked after indeed!

FIN

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“I want you to teach me how to suck a cock the right way, johnnie.”

What a wonderful request. Janelle and I had started dating only two weeks when she took my dick in her mouth the first time. It was okay as far as blow jobs go, I guess. I mean who complains when he’s getting head? Am I right or am I right? But when she said she wanted me to teach her how to suck a dick properly, well who am I to argue?

Janelle is a tall blonde of Italian descent. I met her through an online dating app. Yeah, I know. Those things don’t work out for most folks. In this case though, it seemed a match made in heaven.

My ex-wife, Cindy and I had parted ways. She was spending way too much time with Warren and his wife Beth, people I once considered friends. Beth had trained Cindy to eat pussy and as a reward for a job well done, Warren would fuck Cindy with his big cock.

At first, I would watch, masturbate and preform clean-up duties as Cindy’s devoted husband. I really didn’t want to slurp Warrne’s thick, savory sperm from my wife’s well-fucked pussy, but it was the price of admission, so to speak.

It all started this way. One evening, after a few drinks, and much to my surprise, Beth stated that it was time that Cindy show Warren her breasts. Taking my wife’s hand, Beth led her over to Warren. Cindy stood still as Beth removed her blouse and bra. My dick got hard seeing the two women together like they were. Beth, standing behind Cindy, held her breasts as Warren suckled them. Then Beth went about taking off the remainder of Cindy’s clothes.

Beth striped Cindy in front of both Warren and me then took my wife to their bedroom. Warren and I joined them after a few minutes. Beth was fucking her face. Kneeling over Cindy, Beth was grinding on Cindy’s mouth like it was a carnival ride. I thought it odd that my wife hadn’t put up the least bit of resistance. Instead, Cindy clutched Beth’s beautiful round ass and pulled her tight against her mouth.

Beth rode Cindy’s face until her many climaxes exhausted her. She rolled off and lay beside my wife panting. I’d had my hand in my pocket rubbing my erection discretely having watched a beautifully erotic coupling of two women.

I saw Cindy turn and smile in my direction, her arms out, seemingly reaching for me. I began to unbutton my shirt when Warren who had been behind me went to Cindy’s out-stretched arms. He was completely naked and sporting an impressive erection.

He fucked my wife for what seemed like 40 minutes. I watched hard and amazed as he took her places I didn’t know existed.

You may be wondering why I was just standing there, watching another man fuck my wife and rubbing my dick through my pocket. Watching Warren fuck my wife after his wife fed her some pussy was the most exciting, the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I wanted to free my dick but after seeing Warren’s monster cock, I was embarrassed to show my 5″ and a bit too slender dick to Beth.

Warren announced his orgasm. I saw his buttocks clinch as he pushed his cock deep in Cindy’s quim and emptied his balls. Collapsing on top of my wife, he rested and collected himself.

I could only stand there as the three of them lay side-by-side basking in their afterglow. The room smelled of sex and I was horny.

Finally, Warren got out of bed. Smiling at me, he told me it was my turn.

I resisted his invite but when Cindy called for me, “johnnie, I need you.” I went to her.

Still dressed, I lay beside her and kissed her. “Baby, I need to feel your mouth on me.”

“What? There? Cin, I don’t know if….”

“Just do it,” she hissed, pushing my head down to her pussy.

I hesitated not wanting to be seen eating a man’s cum. “Get on it, johnnie,” Cindy ordered pulling my face into the moist folds of her well fucked cunt.

The room was quiet, too quiet. The sound of me slurping and lapping at Warren’s cum echoed in my ears. I could feel Warren and Beth watching as I humiliated myself cleaning the remnants of their recent fuck.

My ability to eat pussy was not lost on my wife. Holding my face between her thighs, she humped my face as Beth had humped hers earlier, fucking and thrashing out another orgasm.

Cindy lay still as I gently kissed her pussy, not wishing to face my audience.

When she pushed me aside, I looked to the edge of the bed where I was laying and saw Warren standing there with his limp but still magnificent cock.

“Get Warren hard baby,” Cindy whispered. “Suck his cock and get him hard so he can fuck me again.”

I was frozen in place. Later, Beth would say that I was just waiting for Warren to place his cock on my lips. But I don’t think that was true.

Cindy’s urging me to suck my first cock revolted me and yet I found it arousing. I looked up at Warren. He wore a smug expression and said nothing. He was waiting for the particular payment he thought he was owed.

“Do it, johnnie. Suck his cock. Thank Warren for fucking me like you never have nor ever will. Go on baby, suck his cock. Get kaçak iddaa him hard. I need him to fuck me.”

What could I do? My wife was pleading with me to put my mouth on a man’s cock so he can get hard enough to fuck her again. Soon Beth took up the chant and the two women repeated suck him, johnnie, suck him, over and over until my resolve crumbled.

I almost came in my pants hearing them begging me to suck a cock. I looked up at Warren and gave him a slight nod.

He stepped forward and placed his big, flared head on my lips. I could do nothing else but kiss it. Then I stuck my tongue out tentatively licking it. Had the taste been horrible I would not have continued. But it wasn’t. Warren’s cock tasted much like Cindy’s pussy and the large deposit he’d left in it.

I opened my mouth and let him slide his cock all the way in. Then, I suctioned it as he pulled out using my tongue on the underside of his wonderful cock.

“Do my balls, johnnie,” Warren said.

I held his cock up and lapped at his scrotum. Then I went back to work on his tool. Licking and sucking, I felt his cock growing. Warren pulled his cock from my mouth and rubbed it over my face. I lay there, my mouth open trying to catch it totally unaware that Beth had moved beside him, using her phone to record me sucking a cock.

When Warren placed the head of his cock on my outstretched tongue, he told me to look up. I saw Beth and her phone but sensing my next move, Warren took my head in his hands and began to fuck my face.

Holding me tight, he rammed his cock in and out until he was satisfied, he was hard enough to fuck Cindy once more.

Beth suggested we give my wife and Warren some privacy and led me back out to their living room.

“How long?”

Beth smiled, immediately understanding my question. “Oh, Cindy’s been eating pussy for months now, johnnie.”

“And Warren? How long has that been going on?”

“Not as long. Cindy was here, her face in my ass when Warren came home unexpectedly. When your wife saw his cock, she begged me to let him fuck her.”

Beth chuckled at the memory.

“The thing is johnnie. Cindy has been my pussy slave for months. She needs to plant her face between a woman’s thighs and she’s quite good at it, too.”

“You mean you’re not the….”

“Nope. I’m not the only woman who satisfies your wife’s need for pussy. I share her with some friends once in a while. Warren does too.”

“Wait, what? Warren shares Cindy with women too?”

Beth laughed. “Not only women but sometimes he uses your wife as, well…, let’s call it bait. He uses Cindy to convince other guys that if he can seduce their wives, they can spend some zipless quality time with your wife.”

My blood began to boil which was so unlike me. Non-confrontational, I always tried to avoid arguments and especially physical violence. But now, hearing that these two were using my wife and loaning her out to friends, this was different.

Beth saw me clouding up and before I could say anything, she told me I should look at my phone.

“My phone? What the hell does my phone have to do with you pimping my wife out?”

Beth smirked, “Just take a look.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that I had a notification. I opened it and saw the video Beth had taken of me blowing Warren. I must have paled but said “This proves it.”

“All that proves is you’re a cock sucker, johnnie. Do you see any other faces in that video?”

I ran it again. She was right. On the bed, my face and Warren’s cock on my outstretched tongue was plain to see. Behind me, Cindy was visible but only her thighs and stomach. Warren’s cock was the only evidence that he was anywhere near that bedroom. And, of course Beth was not in the scene.

Beth walked to her sofa and sat. Spreading her legs, she was fingering her clit as she watched the realization set in. “Unless you’d like that video to go viral, you had better just accept the status quo.

I stood there feeling helpless.

“I’d hate to ruin you, johnnie. Your family, your job, all of our friends. Think about it.”

She was right. If that video got out it would ruin what I had going at that time. My job at the base required a secret clearance which might be jeopardized should that video get out. My family would never understand that it was blackmail. It sure looked like I was smiling with Warren’s cock fucking my face. Forget our friends. Most of those guys had probably already fucked my wife anyway. Besides being a cuckold, I’d be the laughingstock of the county.

Beth saw the surrender in me. Beckoning me to come to her, I walked the short distance to where she was seated.

“Now johnnie, you can fight it if you wish, or……. you can join your wife.”

“Join her? How would that happen?”

“Take off your clothes, johnnie.”

“I’d rather not, Beth.”

She tapped her phone. Checkmate. I undressed and stood in front of my antagonist completely naked.

Beth spread her legs and crooked her finger with kaçak bahis a smile.

I knelt and saw her already wet pussy. Moistened by my wife’s efforts. Beth scooted forward and I placed my face where Cindy’s had been not long ago and began licking.

“I knew your wife was bisexual almost as soon as we met, johnnie. She began flirting with me trying to gage my interest. The first time I let her eat me, like you’re doing now, Cindy waited until Warren was at work and dropped in for coffee.”

“I knew what she wanted. I closed the deal almost as fast as I closed the door through which she entered into my web. I walked up behind her, reached up and grabbed her breasts, and kissed her neck. After that, she was putty in my hands.”

“When she was worked up, I had her strip for me. Then I asked what she wanted. johnnie. She told me she wanted a Mistress. A Mistress who would train her, punish her, and treat her like she was my property. I ask you, what’s a girl to say?”

“I put her on her knees exactly where you are now, doing exactly what you’re doing.”

Beth stroked my hair as her hips began to move up and down. “Oooh yeah, baby. You’re just as good as your slut wife.”

Beth stopped talking for a few minutes and after a small trembling orgasm, continued to tell me how I would now fit into their lifestyle.

“With that skinny dick, johnnie, don’t count on Warren sharing the pussy he gets with you. My guess, he’ll more than likely call you to join him as his fluffer, maybe to fluff other men too.”

I pulled my face out of her cunt, “Fluffer?”

Pulling my face back to her soaking wet twat, Beth told me what a fluffer does. “He fluffs, he sucks the cocks of those waiting to fuck. The fluffer keeps the men on edge. Cindy may have you fluffing for her too, johnnie. I see lots of cock in your future and don’t tell me how gross it is or how you hate it. I saw the contented look come over you when Warren fed you his cock.”

Beth held my face in her soupy gash telling me that I had a cock sucker in me. “You were born to suck cocks, johnnie. Plain and simple. I see many cocks in your life, johnnie, in your life and in your mouth. What’s more, others see the same thing in you. I can’t count the number of times when those who know you have said they bet you love sucking cocks.”

As if to prove her words, Beth took me by my hand and led me back to their bedroom. “You’ve done this before but in the wrong order. Clean the cock that pleasured your wife first, cock sucker. Then, after you’ve shown a real man the respect some one of your ilk should demonstrate, you then suck his cum out of the slut you married. And never forget, johnnie, we will share that video if you fail to cooperate.”

This time Warren was standing and I was on my knees. “The perfect position for a cock sucker. Don’t you think, Cindy?” Warren asked my wife.

“I didn’t believe you when you said he’d suck a cock before this night was over. Mistress, Beth, you were right. I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

Warren’s cock was sticky with cum and my wife’s fluids, just like the first time. Defeated, I took the impressive member in my mouth and began the cleansing process of tonguing, licking, and sucking. Had it not been for them blackmailing me and learning that my wife was the local whore, it might have not been so bad. I mean really, it’s only sex and I couldn’t say I hated sucking Warren, especially when my erection was telling the truth.

I was unable to see the knowing glances passed between Cindy, Beth, and Warren as I became more familiar with Warren’s manhood. Although I hated being blackmailed into doing this, I had to admit that Warren did have a very nice cock.

When he was satisfied and my jaw was aching, Warren directed me to tend to my freshly fucked wife once more.

The gloppy mess that seeped from her used cunt trickled down to her ass. That’s where I started.

I dabbed at Cindy’s anus tasting the now familiar tang of Warren’s thick sperm. Licking my way up, I swallowed all of his potent seed as is oozed from Cindy’s thoroughly fucked pussy.

When I had finished, both Warren and Beth reminded me of my recorded performance and not to take it out on their slut, meaning Cindy. Then, they summarily dismissed us both.

On the way home, I cursed my wife for her infidelities and asked how she could have deceived me for so long with so many men and women. “Maybe I would have joined you, but you never gave me that chance,” I accused her.

Glancing over at her, my wife had a smug smile on her face. “Cock sucker,” was all she said and that, my friends won her the argument.

After that fateful evening, Warren and Beth would call upon Cindy even in front of me. The cost of being ruined tamed me and they knew it. There were times when they’d pile both of us in their car and take us to a couple’s house who were strangers to us.

Like trained dogs, Cindy and I would service the four of them as directed and more often than not, our actions would be recorded.

Warren illegal bahis would take Cindy to a poker game where she’d be fucked, one way or another by every guy there. When she’d come home, she’d tell me that if I refused to do my duty, she’d tell Warren and Beth to share the now many recordings of me sucking cocks.

I became resigned to my fate and slurp down the various loads deposited in and on my wife.

Waiting alone at home while Warren or Beth, or both would take her to service horny men and women was the most exquisite torture ever. But it was only sex, and I was trapped in a loveless marriage.

How would you feel if someone held something over your head that could ruin you? That someone then, at their whim, takes you to a stranger’s house where you are told to get naked and suck that stranger’s cock?

Worse still were those times when I was there to watch my wife get fucked while a woman sat on Cindy’s face. Under Warren’s supervision, I’d perform my duty to both the man and woman and be told to masturbate while they defiled my wife.

I realize that it’s taking me a while to get back to where I started this story, but I need you readers to understand how and why I ended up with Janelle in the first place.

Denied sex, I was kept in a constant state of arousal. Warren and Beth both insisted that I refrain from having sex with my wife, my own wife for Christ’s sake. Depending on the whims of others for your sexual relief is a double-edged sword.

On one hand you want to revolt, to take your wife down the hall, dump her on the bed and fuck her. But against her will, would be rape and I do not condone that vile act. And besides, there are those who have damaging evidence of my debauchery who would not be pleased.

But then there is the devious side of sexual denial. One becomes compliant, obedient, always trying to win the favor of those who control your most base urges. Always hoping for that rare moment when they permit you to relieve your aching desire to cum.

When at last you have pleased your cruel captors, it is always under their strict supervision and the amusement of their guests that you kneel with a cock in your mouth furiously beating yourself off.

As humiliating as that sounds, I came to look forward to those times when I would be allowed a moment of gratification. Regardless of who may witness my masturbatory session, I would be thankful and respectful to Warren and Beth for their infrequent acts of kindness.

I was a broken man entirely dependent on Warren and Beth for contentment.

That was until they night that changed everything.

I was naked and kneeling when Warren’s doorbell let he and Beth know that their guests had arrived. I should have known that something was up when after pulling his cock from my hungry mouth, Warren had Beth blindfold me while he welcomed his friends.

Amid much laughter, I sucked two men to completion before they took turns with my wife. As the evening was wrapping up, Beth pulled the blindfold off and I saw that it was two people Cindy and I knew well who had used us for their pleasure.

“What can I say, johnnie? They saw your video and wanted to sample that sweet mouth of yours.”

When i learned that the video was out, I dressed and stormed out of there. When I got home, I packed most of my clothes and left.

I drove all the way across country to California, filed for divorce and commenced to putting my life back together.

Not knowing anyone, I decided to try a dating app. That’s when I met Janelle.

I was smitten with her from the very beginning. Smart, funny, sexy; she had it all going for her. We met at a restaurant and hit it off right away.

We got to know each other over dinner and drinks afterwards and spent much of the night just talking. I was completely comfortable with her, and I felt she was the same with me.

It took three dates before we had sex and Janelle didn’t complain about my thin dick. Maybe it was because she was so nice, or maybe it was because of my skill at cunnilingus. After we made love and I’d finished, I didn’t hesitate to go down on her to bring her to orgasm. I’d learned so much from Beth that it was easy for me to plant my face in a freshly fucked pussy.

It was after a couple half-hearted attempts to give me a blow job that Janelle said she wanted me to teach her how to suck a dick the right way. I’d just arrived, and she cooked a fine dinner. After we’d eaten and the dishes were put up, she snuggled up close and asked if I’d teach her how to please a man.

In no time at all, we were naked and kissing. Then, Janelle said it was time for me to teach her how to suck cocks. “You can come out now Roger,” she called out.

To my surprise, out from Janell’s bedroom came a large, handsome man. He was totally naked and very well hung.

I watched as he came over to us, his cock, swung with each step he took. Neatly trimmed pubic hair framed his manhood perfectly. I heard Janelle chuckle seeing me so focused on her friend’s rather enticing cock.

Roger advanced slowly, allowing me time to study his beautiful manhood. My own dick grew hard seeing what could only be described as a wonderful example of male anatomy.

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I have been asked many times as to why I like older men. So here you go . . . the real reason . . .

Whilst a student at university, I shared a rented flat with four other girls who had left for the summer. I stayed a couple of weeks longer because of my part time job in a bar. The agreement was we would all move out for the summer, and return after some much needed repairs were completed; amongst other things, the fan in the bathroom and shower. The default was to leave the door open whilst in the bath until the shower and fan were fixed, and as we were all girls, it didn’t matter.

After getting up at lunchtime (ah, student days!!), I was relaxing in the bath with my head under the water and the door open with loud music playing, thinking about life.

I sat up in the bath as it was getting cold, and to my initial horror, noticed our very elderly (70s) landlord, Mr. M standing in the door way. I screamed obviously, as I never expected anyone to be there!! I had nowhere to go, as I was completely wet and naked with 34d tits and trimmed pussy on full display to our geriatric landlord. I saw him just stepping back slowly, and stumbling a bit, then falling in the hallway.

I shot out of the bath, to help him, and forgot momentarily that I was nude. He started apologising for frightening me, as he lay on his back in the hallway. He explained that he quite rightly thought that the flat was empty.

He was staring at my body as I crouched down to help him as I balanced on the balls of my feet. I don’t know what possessed me (probably as I hadn’t had any cock for a while), but I slowly spread my legs wide so he could see my 20 year old pussy, just a few centimetres from his face.

It really turned me on to be on display like that. I am sure he could smell my scent, and feel my horny heat, with his crispy old nose. I so wanted to slide my swollen pussy lips over his nose and let him lick me.

He certainly got a good look at me as I made sure he lay down for a while to recover. His eyes were darting from my face, to my wet tits, to my open pussy, to my glistening thighs, at such a speed I thought his eyes might roll out of their sockets.

I reluctantly got him to his feet, and he held onto me as we walked to the kitchen. I made sure to press my tits into him as he gripped bonus veren siteler me around the waist, with his hand on the top of my firm student thigh. I got him seated and slowly walked off down the hallway blatantly wriggling my bum.

I put a short dressing gown on in my room and returned to the kitchen and chatted with, and fussed over, Mr. M in the kitchen. We both apologised, he for giving me a fright, and me for being there when I shouldn’t have been. I explained to him about needing some more time, to which he agreed to letting me stay, if he could work around me.

We had a coffee and made arrangements for the forthcoming works. We chatted about the flat and student times, going out, and types of music, when Mr. M said that he liked my singing voice.

I realised later whilst in bed that night, that it was at least ten minutes before I saw him, that I had stopped singing. OMG, he must have have been watching me bathe for some time. Needless to say, my fingers wandered to my hot tight pulsating pussy. I got out of bed and crouched down in front of my full length mirror, and spread my legs to see what Mr. M had seen earlier. My pussy was soon moist as I slowly opened my legs to reenact the event of winking my pussy at a pensioner.

I realised then, that the electric feeling in my pussy came from the fact that I was, and am, an exhibitionistic slut. I finger fucked my pussy making myself so dizzy with lust that I fell over. Wow, a man fifty years older than me had seen my tits, bum and the inside of my cunt.

He returned the next day, just as I was getting up in my short dressing gown. As we had another coffee in the kitchen, Mr. M was looking me up and down, which turned me on. I let the front of my dressing gown fall open and made sure he could see my legs, pussy and tits. I made excuses to move around the room pretending not to notice as I bent over displaying my naked bum to him and side tit as the gown slowly unravelled to display me to old Mr. M.

I felt like such a slut when I said I had better go for a soak . . . with the door open, of course. I lost count of the times that Mr. M busied himself going past the door, as I deliberately lay on my back with little water around my naked, glistening body.

I eventually could take no more and bedava bahis called to him, as he made yet another voyeuristic pass, asking him if the fan would be fixed soon. He stopped and came into the bathroom and stood over the bath and just stared at my tits and pussy. It was so funny, he forgot to look at my face. He said he would have to get an electrician in to fix the fan after the other jobs.

This slutty display went on for several days with neither of us acknowledging that I was nude; but, at the same time, allowing me to show off, and for allowing his hungry eyes to be filled with the image of my young body. I started wandering around nude which he evidently liked, as he followed me like a puppy; and only once did he tap my bum as I bent over to reach past him, as he sat at the kitchen table.

He told me that he would be back the following day with his friend, a retired electrician; I think in order to warn me to dress!!

The following day, I met Mr. M and his friend K, who looked even older than Mr. M. He was so sweet with his shirt and tie on. I was dressed in my dressing gown, but obviously nude underneath it. I was introduced as ‘the girl I told you about, the one with the lovely singing voice.’ K done exactly the same as Mr. M, and looked me up and down, though stopping at my cleavage, and licking his lips.

Mr. M was moving his head in such a way as to say ‘take it off’. His eyes were fixed on my tits, though he was sort of tugging the air with his face, in the hope that my dressing gown would follow!! I asked them both, if I had time for a bath before they started the works, and unsurprisingly they said I did.

I ran my bath and got in, and within seconds, Mr. M was in the bathroom with K, who just stood looking at me unblinking, as I lay back for them both to see. K then said ‘wonderful tits’ to which Mr. M rather frustratingly made him apologise for being ‘so crude”. Then, rather bizarrely, they started to discuss extractor fans, as I lay nude below them. They both, of course, kept looking at me, as I lay there showing off, and wanting to be ravished by the old boys and hear them discuss my body.

I finished my bath and returned to my room; but left the door open, as I dried my hair whilst fully nude beside the open door way. My two elderly deneme bonus voyeurs stood and watched the show for ten minutes without moving from their spot. I bent over to show my bum off, I unnecessarily dried my trimmed pussy hair with the hair dryer, played with a hairbrush around my slit, and I rubbed baby oil on my tits and thighs.

All of this, as if I were alone, rather than just being two metres away from two men with a combined age of 150!! I got dressed, walked passed them both without a word, and went out so fucking horny, I would have fucked anything or anyone. Lucky you never met me that day, dear reader!!

The next day, K was back, and as the bathroom was out of action, I took it a huge step forward. With my bedroom door once again open, I lay on my bed and got my Rampant Rabbit out and started to rub and pinch my nipples.

I was soon fucking myself with the Rabbit and cuming, knowing full well that they were both just outside my room turned me on so much. Needless to say, they both appeared in my room, and stood transfixed at my bedside as I battered my squelching pussy with my Rabbit.

I metaphorically and literally screamed out to be touched, and they both came to me, with K kneeling on the floor beside my head, and Mr. M sitting on the bed beside my knees. K started mauling, groping, and slapping my tits; and Mr. M rubbed both of my thighs, as I came and came.

My whole body was shuddering and fully under the control of the old men, I was their slut. I lay back gasping, with my legs open wide, with my sopping pussy pulsating for all to see. They took turns to finger fuck me until I came on both of their old worn hands. K was especially adept at rubbing my clit with his thick hard calloused thumb. He created enough electricity from my swollen bud to power the flat for a month.

The only sounds was their heavy breathing and of course the rather loud sound of my young sodden student cunt being ravished by two elderly men. Never in my life, before or since, have I cum soooo much.

As they both stood up, Mr. M inhaled my scent on his glistening fingers, and K licked my taste off his. I lay back sweating and panting. The strange thing is, I never acknowledged my nudity, nor did they ever mention it. Perhaps for fear of breaking some spell, or the fear of frightening me, I don’t know; but it was their silence that was such an erotic thing.

I had a couple of days left before returning home, and needless to say, they were fun, too; but that’s for another time . . .

That dear reader is why I like older men.

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