Unbelievable! Ch. 05

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The wedding day shoot went well. Eve was pleased with the images she captured and more than pleased with my assistance. During a lull in the evening’s events we sat in a quiet lounge sifting through some of the images of the day.

‘Paul, see what you make of these two young bridesmaids.’ Eve said handing me her camera.

The two girls were slim and very pretty and looked damn sexy in the slinky pink, dresses they wore. Made of fine silk with a revealing neckline, the thin spaghetti straps were consistently slipping from their shoulders, exhibiting more flesh than decorum demanded at a wedding. The pair had been drawing attention, mine included, all afternoon with their appearance and because the dresses were so flimsy, it made the wearing of a bra impossible. In consequence we were treated to protruding nipples too; and boy, did these two tarts have nipples?

‘Whoa … what’s going on here then?’ I was viewing a series of shots where the two bridesmaids were taking it in turn to kiss one another on the cheek, then the lips and finally a full embrace, with Eve capturing flashes of tongue shooting between lips!

‘Randy pair of young bitches, aren’t they? Better make sure those don’t end up on the client’s disks.’ Eve said grinning.

‘Too true, I’ll be paying these two a little extra attention tonight. I wonder if they’ll ask me to take some more during the evening.’

‘Good luck if they do. They were a stuck-up pair of young bitches. But when I suggested they go a step further and fondle each other, they declined, but accepted my card. So they might turn up at the studio for a more private shoot

‘Wow, who’d be a wedding photographer?’ I asked flipping through the images once more.

‘Just think, Paul, if you were your other self, Paula, they might ask you to make up a threesome!’ I nodded my head slowly, fantasising about a cross-dressing photographer and two pretty lesbians.

‘Christ, Eve, what a scenario! It’s given me a hard-on!’

‘Good, I hope it lasts for you. Now, listen to me. I’m going to leave for home shortly and let you finish the evening’s work, I’m sure you’re more than capable and who knows, the bridesmaids of Lesbos might ring the changes for you. I won’t be around tomorrow, I’m off to see a friend, but you can start compiling the disks and flash-drives from today’s work if you want.’

‘Sure, I don’t think there will be much call for me after I’ve snapped the evening guests. Will you take the Mini?’

‘Yes, you’ll have to get a cab – on the company naturally.’

As Eve was gathering her equipment together, the hotel’s under-manageress, whose name tag identified her as Julie, stopped to ask us if we’d like some tea. Eve declined explaining she was just going, but I accepted the offer gratefully and when the attractive Julie came back with the tea, I noted the tray was laid for two people.

‘Do you mind if I join you, Paul?’ Julie asked setting down the tray; I also bore a name tag.

‘A pleasure, please do.’ I found myself politely half rising from my seat. Where had that chivalry come from? Julie poured the tea before settling herself into an armchair beside me. She expelled a long, deep sigh.

‘Ah, that’s better. It’s nice to take the weight of your feet. I’ve done twelve hours already and not finished yet.’

‘You have my sympathies. It must be hard work?’

‘Can’t deny that, these weddings are a pain in the neck, sometimes, And, I’ve got another one tomorrow with even more guests!’

Julie slipped off her high-heels and stretched out her legs, her skirt rising mid-thigh in the process. She tried tugging the hem down without any positive effect, or concern for how much thigh she was showing. But the rasping of the black hosiery was magic to my ears.

With a side-long glance I tried to ascertain whether Julie wore stockings, but not spotting a tell-tale top or suspender, I assumed she was wearing tights. She lifted one foot and began to massage it.

‘Would you like me to do that for you?’ I enquired gallantly, more in hope than anything. But I was pleasantly surprised when Julie swung her legs around and rested her feet on my lap.

‘You’re a gentleman, Paul.’ Julie murmured.

I gently massaged and manipulated Julie’s feet and toes. Julie didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact thigh her skirt had ridden even higher, but it bothered my todger, which was stiffening rapidly – something Julie became aware of as she wriggled her feet in my lap.

‘Good heavens, Paul, do you provide other kinds of services beside photography? Because if you do I rather think I’d like to see a sample.’ She brushed her feet brazenly over my erection for a few seconds more before removing them and putting her shoes back on. Her next words took me by surprise. ‘I’m off at eleven, how about you come to my room here in the hotel. I always stay over when my shifts are too close to make it home and back early the next morning. I’m in twenty-eight tonight; I’ll leave the door unlocked.’

With Betturkey that enigmatic invitation Julie drank her tea and departed, leaving me with my hard on and the expectation of it being in action later. I finished my drink and went to the function room with my camera, looking for the two young bridesmaids … plus Steph and Clare from yesterday, of course!

They were on the dance floor being groped by a couple of older male guests – I wondered if one of them was Brian the bridegroom’s father who they were planning to seduce. I took a few frames and moved on. When I’d got all the pictures I wanted, I retired to the lounge for a much deserved beer.

Julie, the manageress, came through a couple of times blowing kisses, winking suggestively and telling me not to drink too much as we had a long night ahead. I couldn’t wait.

Just before eleven o’clock Julie walked past and whispered to me that she was going to her room, but to give her a few minutes to freshen-up before I made my move. However, I was delayed by the arrival of the two bridesmaids that Eve and I had labelled lesbians. They were in the company of the groom’s mother, herself a very elegant and a damned sexy looking mature woman. They all acknowledged my presence but sat at another table with low divans surrounding it.

The two girls were holding hands I noted, occasionally reaching out to stroke the older woman’s thigh in a gesture of comfort and support and I got the impression that she was upset about something, which was why the bridesmaids were offering their support.

But the gestures of comfort suddenly turned erotic, as their young hands began inching beneath the hem of the mother’s dress. The woman’s legs parted a little and her skirt rose a few inches; high enough for me to ascertain that she was wearing stockings! I whistled silently in surprise, as the older woman seemed to relax and accept the girl’s attentions, which in turn allowed me to see more of her thighs and stocking-tops.

It was a titillating tableau and the fact that the youngsters had no qualms about performing a seduction of an older woman in public made it even stimulating. Did the grooms’ mother have a fondness for young girls, I wondered, and was this just a prelude to something more involved? It was difficult to tell. I wanted to stay and watch the outcome, but Julie and my erection were waiting for me. So, as discreetly as I could, I picked up my camera case and left them to it.

I knocked on the door of room 28 and pushed it open wide enough for me to enter. By the glow of the bedside lights I could see that Julie was already in bed … snoring softly. I went across to where she lay and put a hand on her shoulder, there was no reaction; Julie was sound asleep, and naked by the look of it! I sighed and left her closing the door behind me. She was obviously exhausted, but there would be other occasions, I was certain.

Disappointed as I was, my thoughts quickly returned to the sapphic scene that had been unfolding in the lounge, so I made my way back there. But the lounge was empty. It looked like they’d had gone elsewhere to carry on with their seductive charms.

However, my arrival on the dance-floor was greeted enthusiastically by Steph and Clare who insisted I dance with them both. I learned that their proposed seduction of the bridegroom’s father was a no-hoper after he’d collapsed in a drunken heap and been taken home, which might account for his wife receiving such intimate comfort from the bridesmaids.

‘So, Clare, what are you going to do now that your victim is incapable?’ I wanted to know. Clare was rubbing her breasts against me in an attempt to focus my attention … it worked, especially when I sensed a hand groping the front of my chinos.

‘Well, that all depends on you how disposed you are for the rest of the night. My husband is as pissed as a newt so he’ll be no good for sex, but you on the other hand, my young free and single Paul, you on the other hand, could be the answer to our prayers once more.’ Clare squeezed my cock which reacted lightning fast and swelled. She turned to Steph. ‘Fucking hell, Steph, he’s already got a hard-on for us!’

I spent the remainder of the evening in their company, drinking – in moderation – and dancing. I kept a lookout for the groom’s mother and the two bridesmaids, but they were nowhere to be seen, leaving me to wonder where they were and what they were doing.

After the last waltz had played Steph gave me the key-card to her room, telling me to go up and they’d be along as soon as they’d seen the guests leave. The waiting time would also give me time to take a shower, for it had been a long day and I was feeling rather grubby. Making my way upstairs I was surprised to come across the groom’s mother sitting alone on a divan in the corridor. She’d been crying.

‘Hello again,’ I said. ‘I was in the lounge when you came in with the two young girls and couldn’t help noticing that you seemed upset about something. Now, I find you here Betturkey Giriş all alone and still upset. Is there anything I can do? Can I be of help?’ She looked up at me.

‘Yes, I remember, you’re with the lady photographer, aren’t you?’ She replied with a smile. Although her eye make-up was smudged a little and her eyes were red from crying, it didn’t detract from her beauty and elegance. I sat down beside her. ‘Thank you for asking but it’s been a very emotional day for me, what with the wedding and my drunken husband being taken home. Suddenly, it became too much to bear and the tears flowed once more.’

‘I understand,’ I said. ‘But what happened to the girls who were looking after you downstairs, have they left you here on your own?’ I saw an opportunity to discover more about what was going on between the three of them.

‘Oh, that pair. At first I thought they were genuinely concerned for me. But as you may have spotted it quickly turned into a lesbian seduction.’ Her forthright confession came as a shock. ‘They were kind and understanding and my resistance was melting; I was well on the way to falling for their charms. I was on the verge of coming upstairs with them when one of the guests said something derogatory about us as he passed, and the moment was lost.’ I listened, enthralled by her frankness. ‘Then, I decided I’d take a couple of sleeping pills and go to bed. But I’ve just discovered the key-card for the room is in my husband’s pocket.’

I saw an opportunity to ingratiate myself with her. ‘That’s not a problem. If you want, I’ll pop down to reception and get a duplicate for you.’

‘Would you? You’re too kind. I don’t think I could face anyone looking like this.’ I got to my feet.

‘What is your name and room number?’

‘James, Vivian James, my husband is Max. We’re in room 36; it’s one of three reserved for the wedding party.’

‘OK, if you wait here I’ll do it now.’

‘Thank you so much, Paul.’ I looked surprised she knew my name and then remembered I still had on my name badge. It took a while to sort out a replacement card, but eventually I persuaded the receptionist to bring the card to Vivian herself and all was settled.

When the receptionist had left us I opened the door to her room and gave her the card. ‘Well, I hope you get a good night’s sleep, Vivian.’

‘Can I offer you a drink, Paul? That’s if you’re not dashing off home. There are bottles of the stuff Max brought with him.’

I thought about her offer, wondering how long Steph and Clare were going to be because I still needed that shower. Vivian stood poised by the several bottles of spirits, waiting for an answer.

‘OK, why not, a vodka and tonic, please.’ I said.

‘I think I’ll join you. I’ve had surprisingly little alcohol today, unlike Max! What an embarrassment he was! After that incident I certainly don’t intend sleeping in the same bed as him tonight or possibly ever again!’ I smiled and took my vodka. ‘Sit down, if you can find somewhere amongst all these clothes and presents.’

I chose the bed and moved a flowery patterned robe aside to make space. Underneath the robe were a black satin bra and matching panties; they felt nice to my touch as pushed them to one side. Vivian apologised for not doing it herself but I shrugged off the incident.

‘It might be best if you didn’t take sleeping pills with alcohol, Vivian. You never know how the combination might affect you.’ I advised.

‘You’re quite right; I’ll give them a miss and rely on the vodka to put me out. Actually, I’m feeling a lot better now, thanks to you, Paul.’

Vivian sat down next to me, her presence sparking off my lust in no uncertain terms. Our hips and thighs touched, but Vivian didn’t attempt to put distance between us and so we remained like that; I got the impression she was coming on to me, and I was enjoying it.

‘It’s true what they say about weddings, isn’t it? About the abundance of pheromones and testosterone being present making people do things they wouldn’t do normally. Like those two girls who wanted me to play with them. They were very plausible, not to say attractive, and I’ve often wondered what being with another woman would be like, and a part of me is still wishing I’d acceded to their charms and found that out.’

‘I really don’t know how to answer that, Viv. Do you mind if I call you Viv?’

‘I don’t mind at all. Do you mind if I ask how old you are, Paul?’ I told her my age. ‘So young, and so very good-looking, I’m surprised you didn’t click with a girl down there tonight amongst all the pheromones.’

‘Well I was here on business, taking photographs, so that had to come first. But actually, I made a date to meet up with the hotel manageress, Julie, but when I went to her room, I found her fast asleep and left.’

‘Oh, you poor boy, but isn’t she a bit older than you? Or are you the kind of young man who prefers a more mature lady, cougars I believe they’re called.’ This woman really was perceptive, as well as being candid.

‘Yes, I believe I think they are and, if the truth were known, my preference does lie with the mature woman or cougar.’ My God, what was I saying? I was practically laying myself open to Vivian, practically inviting her to make a move on me. Then I thought about the other two other gorgeous matures waiting for me two doors down that I didn’t want to disappoint. Steph and Clare were going to drain me of all my strength; it was going to be a marathon. So what was I doing with Vivian?

Vivian laid a hand on my thigh. ‘Tell me, Paul, do you find me an attractive cougar, a desirable mature?’ She began squeezing her fingers; my cock reacted in the only way it knew, by swelling! ‘The lady photographer is a very nice looking lady; do you fancy her, Paul?’

I didn’t know what to say for fear of incriminating myself. But Viv was calculating, perceptive and my silence was all she needed for affirmation of my affair with Eve.

‘You do fancy her, don’t you?’ There was a pause. ‘In fact you are already screwing her, aren’t you?’ Viv announced with some glee. I kept my silence. As far as Eve was concerned, she was totally off limits conversation-wise.

Vivian was quiet for a few seconds; possibly weighing up her chances of getting me to stay. I eventually found my tongue and my confidence.

‘Viv, you are an extremely attractive lady. Most elegant, most chic and stylish, and yes I would love the chance to get to know you but, but … I find myself with a hell of a dilemma.’

Did I tell her about Steph and Clare and our plans for the rest of the night? Or say that, as much as I’d love to stay, I had to go but what about meeting up another day?’ Viv’s hand resumed stroking my thigh. Then a brainwave hit me.

‘Listen, Viv, I have a suggestion.’ Taking a deep breath I explained. ‘Stephanie has kindly allowed me to use her room to keep my cameras in, for safety. I was just on my way there earlier when I came across you in the corridor. Why don’t you give me chance to dump this case and explain to Stephanie that you’re feeling a bit low after the day’s events and looking for a chat? I’m sure she’d love the chance for a heart to heart, a tet-ta-tet sort of thing. You could bring along some of this champagne as a peace offering.’ Viv thought about it for a while.

‘Do you think she’d mind, after all we haven’t really seen eye to eye over this wedding.’

‘I’m sure Steph would love the opportunity to get to know you better. Let me find her and explain the situation. Say about thirty-minutes?’ I raced downstairs, found Steph and Clare, and told them of my arrangement with Viv. To my surprise the pair relished the prospect of having a third female presence at our orgiastic shindig!

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I stood under the hot reviving needles of water feeling them refresh my body. My mind was also being refreshed in the form of Vivian and her visit due shortly. Would the three women be conciliatory with one another? That would be the first hurdle to cross? Anything that happened subsequently well, bring it on! My ego knew no bounds and its awareness drove my libido!

I heard Steph and Clare come in as I was drying off and went out to greet them, wearing only a towel wrapped around my waist. The two women’s

eyes lit up when they saw my half naked torso.

‘Well, just look at this, Clare.’ Steph said running her hands over my chest.

‘I’d rather look at this …,’ Clare answered whipping away the towel that covered my modesty. She grasped my cock. ‘…and feel it!’ She cooed stroking it slowly. ‘After today I’m just about ready for a bit of this!’

‘I don’t know about a bit, how about lots?’ Steph chipped in. ‘Lots of lovely fucking naughty with this gorgeous young man!’ They advanced with lust twinkling in their eyes and pushed me onto the bed, groping and kissing and sucking like crazy. Half-heartedly I tried to fend them off.

‘Just hold on a minute you two; remember Vivian will going to be knocking at that door shortly and I’m not dressed yet. Come on, let me up.’ As if on cue, there was a quiet tap on the door. I broke free and made for the bathroom with my towel, leaving Steph and Clare to straighten their clothes and hair.

‘Paul,’ Steph hissed. ‘Don’t put your clothes on. Just wear the towel. With luck we’ll have some fun with Vivian. Wait for me to call you.’ She pushed me toward the bathroom and went to welcome Vivian. As I closed the door I heard voices.

‘Hi, Vivian, come on in and join the party. Hey look, Clare, Viv’s brought some champagne.’

Viv was ushered in by Steph who took the bottles of drink and found three flutes. The cork was eased out of one bottle with a loud bang and Steph poured three glasses. The only space in the room to sit was on the bed, so the three women made themselves as comfortable as possible.

From the bathroom I listened to the conversation taking place. Vivian opened up by apologising for being so off-handed with Clare who replied, it was all in the past and from now on they’d be friends. She moved on to her husband’s disgraceful behaviour in getting drunk, and then they chatted about the wedding before Vivian introduced Paul’s name.

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The Katie Chronicles Ch. 01

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Hi, my name is Katie Kelly and I’m 18. I know I’m a little young to be telling my life story, but my head is so filled with thoughts lately that I wanted to write them down. At least tell you of some of the adventures I’ve had this summer.

First, let me tell you a little about my family, because they play a big part in the stories I want to tell you. They are true stories about my family, only the names are changed to protect the none too innocent.

OK. I’m the youngest daughter of Kevin and Michelle Kelly an all American couple if there ever was one. Dad met Mom when she was a junior in high school and he was a sophomore in college and have been together ever since. Mom was 20 when she got married, and in the next three years, being catholic had three babies me being the last. There were complications with my pregnancy, so after me the shop was closed. My sister, Julie, is now 20, and my brother Dennis is 19.

My siblings both have brown hair like my Mom and I have blonde hair like my father. I keep my hair short, sort of like the figure skater Dorothy Hamill wears hers. In the last few years my breasts have really developed and I now have a 34 D cup – again I take after one of my parents. Mom’s breasts are just enormous, although, at 40 her back is big enough to support those monsters. She’s a 38 EE, which are really still quite firm ( as can be expected for someone that age carrying around those massive things) and beautiful. I know her back aches from them a lot, and my sister and I have tried to get her to have breast reduction therapy, but my father ( who I think is being totally selfish) won’t let her.

Anyway, my father is a big mucky muck in the national republican party, after making his fortune in the oil business ( actually inheriting about a gazillion dollars from his grand father, and then just parlaying the money in to two gazillion) when I was little he was really very handsome, and still is, but now he’s put on a ton of weight. My Mom teaches high school algebra, and was actually my freshman year instructor.

My sister, looks like my Mom, goes to Harvard, and my Brother who doesn’t look like anyone as far as I can tell, goes to the university of Colorado where he majors in environmental policy, smoking dope, and rock climbing – not necessarily in that order.

So, that’s my family. I just graduated from high school and it’s summer – I leave for UCLA in the fall, where I’ll study theater.

One more thing about me that you have to know, I love sex. Since I first started having it, 3 years ago, I think of it constantly. I’m really careful about who I have it with and how often, but I’m constantly trying to get friends together, and fix couples up. In fact the one thing I like more than sex is seeing other people have sex. I love to watch ( and be watched). I went so far as to install spy cameras in a lot of the rooms in our home, that I hooked up to my computer to watch my family members have sex. I also bugged rooms and phone lines to catch any gossip —-I found out my family members were the most sexless family in the state. In all the time I’ve had the cameras the best I’ve done is catching my siblings and my Mom masturbate….and not together.

Mom masturbates a lot actually, and one day I was sitting at my computer watching her an eight inch dildo in and out of her wet pussy, when I heard her say something that give me the most wonderful idea: She called out the name “Kyle”. As I said my Dad’s name is Kevin. So whom you may ask is Kyle?

My boyfriend for the last couple of years, Kyle McManus, is the pitcher on our high school baseball team. He has a 94 mile and hour fastball, an amazing body, a thick cock, and tremendous stamina in bed. He is also physically beautiful, and a tremendous bore. Never has any ideas of his own, easily swayed, and willing to do almost anything I ask him to. By the end of our senior year I was bored out of my skull with him, and broke up with him. But because he was so sweet, and I liked having sex with him, I let him hang around even though I started seeing other people.

Well my Mom calling out his name in the throes of her passion was pretty interesting I thought. There she was with her eight-incher having sexual fantasies about my boyfriend. She would have really got excited if she knew that her trusty dildo didn’t do Kyle justice. Kyle by the way was also an ex-student of my Mom’s.

After hearing that I made a point to keep an eye on my mom and make sure I got to watch her on hidden camera every time she masturbated ( which was a lot for a 40 year old) and several times I heard her mutter Kyle’s name. Apparently he was a bit of obsession for her.

Which got me thinking, as I said I like to watch people have sex, so one day, when we were both lying out , by the pool, catching some rays I broached a subject I knew she would have interest in.

“Hey Mom, guess who has a crush on you?” I said to her.

“Who?” she asked continuing to lie back with her eyes closed letting the sun bake her already bronzed skin.

“Kyle,” Betturkey I Said, ” he really thinks you’re hot.

I was watching Mom closely when I said that and almost laughed when the very mention of Kyle’s name caused her nipples to immediately harden. Mom sat up a little from her lounge chair to look at me.

“What would make you say that?” Mom asked trying to sound a lot more nonchalant than I’ll bet she was feeling.

Now Kyle had often mentioned that he had found my Mom hot, in fact almost all my friends, at one time or another, had commented on how hot my Mom was – and she was. Being a schoolteacher, the boys in her class had lusted after her fairly openly, she of course had shot down one and all just as openly.

Mom looks a lot like the actress Laura Linney, except with brown hair instead of blonde. Mom has a very pretty face, with adorable dimples, a dazzling smile and a killer body that she works like a madwoman to maintain. So when I told he Kyle found her hot it was no lie.

Mom and I talked awhile about my relationship with Kyle and I let it slip that I was really looking to be a free agent in the fall. She said she understood and that it was nice that Kyle and I could still be friends. I mentioned that he was planning on coming over tomorrow, to hang out with me by the pool. I could tell Mom seemed interested. If I guessed right Mom would hang around to check out Kyle and give herself more fuel for her masturbatory fantasies. I started to hatch a plan.

I knew that my Dad worked everyday until 6pm so I realized that if I could get myself out of the way, on some pretense or other, Mom and Kyle could have the day to be together. My first step was to call Kyle and tell him to meet me at a near by coffee shop – he complained that he was at home, “just chilling” and didn’t want to go out, but as I said Kyle pretty much did what I told him to. Half an hour after my call we were seated at a table in the coffee shop.

Kyle was a little taken aback when I told him I wanted him to sleep with my mother. He wasn’t adverse to the idea at all, but he did call me a freak several times, as he tried to wrap his mind around the idea that I would want my Mom to cheat on my father. When I convinced him I was for real and told him about how my Mom had spoken his name when she was masturbating, Kyle really got behind the idea. He agreed to come over my house in the morning, and wear his tightest pair of Speed-Os by the pool. Next I called my best friend Robyn and asked her to do me a favor and call me at exactly 10:30 the following morning.

The next morning at 9:30 Kyle showed up and the two of us went for a swim in the pool. Not surprisingly, whenever I looked up, I saw Mom in the kitchen checking us out. I yelled to my Mom to come out side and join us, and after hemming and hawing, she called back that she’d be right out. She went off to get in to a bathing suit.

“Are you just dying to fuck my mother?” I asked Kyle in a real breathy voice.

“Jesus, am I ready,” he said, ” I’ve been thinking about it all night, I had to stop my self from beating off 5 times since we talked. If we do end up fucking, which I’m pretty sure is not going to happen, I’m going to have a monster load to dump inside of her – if this doesn’t work you’re going to have to suck me off.”

I agreed, but made him promise that he would really put in effort in with my Mom.

Mom emerged from the house looking very cute. She was wearing a black one piece, and her trade mark high heeled sandals – Mom loved high heels she said they made her feel more lady like, but I know she loves the way her legs and ass looked in them. She waved to us and went over to the lounge chairs to lie down.

“God her hips are fuckable” Kyle whispered to me as we pulled ourselves out of the water and pulled up chairs so we could lie down next to my Mom.

The three of us chatted about nothing at all for a while, with Mom giggling like a schoolgirl at every lame thing Kyle said. It was about twenty after 10 and I realized that I had better get the ball rolling before Robyn called. I asked Mom how her back was doing – I knew the answer before I asked, Mom’s back is chronically bad, duh, Hello! Maybe big tits and high heels all the time aren’t the best combination. She gave me the answer that I expected; it was sore.

“Well, roll over and let me rub it.” I said.

“Aren’t you sweet.” She cooed putting her chair down flat and rolling over on her stomach.

I moved over to her and winked at Kyle, who smiled, somewhat stupidly at me. I started to rub Mom’s neck and shoulders, I intentionally did a fairly half-assed job of it, so I could stop after a minute or two.

“You know what,” I said as if the idea just occurred to me, ” Kyle’s hands are so much stronger than mine and he’s really good at back rubs ( that much is true), Kyle, why don’t you rub Mom’s back.”

Kyle bless his heart was over almost instantly, and before Mom could object, which she tried to do, he was already working on her shoulders. Kyle’s Betturkey Giriş hands are quite strong, and he has a firm but gentle touch – from personal experience I knew Mom would really enjoy the massage. Kyle smiled over at me and this time it was his turn to wink. Just then, my phone rang, it was Robyn.

I started carrying on a one sided conversation about an emergency. “What’s that you say? Trudy has been taken to the hospital? No car? Stay there I’ll be right over”. On the other end of the phone Robyn was peeing her pants laughing at me. She knew I was up to something but had no idea what.

After I got off the phone, I told Mom and Kyle that I had to go pick up Robyn and take her to the hospital, to see another friend that had just been taken there. Everyone was of course quite concerned, and Kyle asked me if I wanted him to take me. I told him it would be crazy to ruin both of our days and that he should just hang out by the pool until I got back in about an hour and half an we could all have lunch. Mom seemed a little reluctant to be left alone with Kyle, but out of politeness I knew she wouldn’t say anything.

Earlier I had parked my car down the block so I wouldn’t have to make big show of driving away, so instead I went up to my room and peered out the drawn curtains down to the pool. The two of them were still down there and I could hear them talking, but I couldn’t really hear what they were saying.

Damn. I thought to myself, when I had spent all that money on the hidden cameras, why hadn’t I thought to buy a shot-gun microphone ( Well I actually had thought of buying it, but decided against it as it would be hard to explain what a shot-gun microphone was doing in my bedroom, as it was it was difficult enough to explain to my parents why I had bought a $1000 computer monitor, it wasn’t like I could say, “The better to watch you with my dears”).

After a few minutes of incomprehensible, but what I assumed was banal, conversation Kyle resumed the massage. He looked like he was really getting in to it and I could see him travelling down her back with long even strokes, moving down to the small of her back, and then skipping her ass and working on her legs. I knew Mom was loving it because nobody in our family would give her a massage like that, and she would never spend money getting one ( Mom was very cheap when it came to herself). After doing her legs and feet Kyle moved up again to her back. At that point he leaned down and whispered something to her. She looked up and shook her head no, and then they proceeded to have some kind of dispute. After a minute of discussion Mom and Kyle got up and went inside.

I quickly moved over to my computer and switched on my camera that covered the living room ( which looks through the dining room and out to the pool) but by the time I turned it on I just caught the two of them moving through the frame and upstairs out of my camera’s vision. I don’t know what Kyle had said, but could they be headed to Mom and Dad’s room already?

In a few seconds, that indeed, is where they showed up.

A few months previously I had given my parents a digital alarm clock, that unbeknownst to them contained a rather sophisticated spy camera, as far as they knew it was just an odd gift from a surprisingly odd daughter.

Now from my room down the hall I watched Kyle and my mother as they entered my parents bedroom. Mom looked a little nervous as she turned to Kyle and said, “I should just lay down on the bed?” Kyle nodded his head.

“Alright, now hide your eyes.” Mom said. Kyle turned his back to her and Mom did something fairly shocking. She looked to see that he wasn’t watching and then took the straps of her bathing suit of her shoulders and rolled the top down to her waist. Her magnificent boobs spilled out in to the bright light of her bedroom. Mom demurely covered them with one arm and then gingerly laid face down on the bed. I could see that even though being pressed down in to the mattress covered them, a lot of them were exposed on the sides. “Alright, you can turn around now,” Mom said.

Kyle turned around and climbed on the bed with Mom and resumed rubbing Mom’s back, only this time he was kneading her naked flesh instead of the top of her suit. As I watched I got up and removed my Bikini, I wanted to be naked for the hot action I hoped would follow.

Kyle was really working Mom’s body over good, with long, slow, sensuous strokes up and down her back, each time he moved down he would get a little lower and caress the top part of her buttocks. Mom’s only response was to give out a soft mewling sound, as his fingers worked her sore muscles.

Kyle moved back up and started working on her shoulders and upper back, I could see he was getting a little more daring and rubbing the sides of Mom’s breasts. Mom just continued to moan softly, and feeling encouraged Kyle ran his hand down the side of the her breast and almost scooped her entire tit in to his large hand. Mom’s torso lifted off the bed, when he did that, and she shuddered Betturkey Güncel Giriş a little with the sensation.

Not that she had said anything to discourage him, but I suspected Kyle may have felt he had gone a little fast so he moved down her back again and massaged under her rib cage, again reaching around and grabbing a handful of Mom’s tummy.

Kyle kept moving down and now was rubbing Mom’s ass directly, he firmly kneaded the flesh pressing down on mom’s very well developed ass cheeks. I could see Mom was beginning to breathe quite heavily at this point and Kyle had grown quite red.

“This feels so good,” Mom gasped as Kyle continued his ministrations. He had moved away from her ass and now had reached around and was massaging her hips. With a fluid but firm motion, Kyle suddenly grabbed the bathing suit that was still around Mom’s waist and essentially skinned it off her leaving her naked on the bed.

I had no idea what Mom was going to say. Kyle seemed to have gone too far, what would Mom say, or what would she do? I realized at that moment I was sitting there holding my breath. What she said turned out to be just what Kyle wanted to hear.

“Honey, could you make sure the door is locked”. That was it, that was her entire response to Kyle taking her clothes off. She was lying there naked on the bed, her neat, trimmed, pussy exposed for the first time to her daughter’s 18 year old boy friend, her ex-student, and all she had to say was that he should make sure no one was going to walk in on them.

As I said Kyle’s a bit of a dope, but he’s not an idiot, he knew what was about to happen. His awareness was confirmed when after checking that the door was indeed locked, he returned sporting a massive hard on that threatened to rip apart his straining bathing suit. He climbed back on the bed and began massaging Mom again, who kept her head buried in the pillow now, as if averting her eyes would some how make her less guilty of the infidelity she was now so obviously flirting with.

This time Kyle was concentrating all his efforts below Mom’s waistline, not so much massaging any more, but rather softly caressing her inner thighs. With each stroke Kyle drew closer and closer to Mom’s, by now, swollen pussy lips.

By this time I had started fingering myself, and my pussy was starting to resemble a wet sponge. I reached in to my desk draw and pulled out my thick rubber dildo, I placed it on my desk, not quite ready to use it.

Kyle was now brushing the lips of Mom’s trimmed snatch with every stroke. She still wasn’t looking at him, but her moans were now getting very loud, in addition to hearing her on my monitor I could now hear her right down the hallway. I silently hoped Dad didn’t decide to come home early, even with the bedroom door locked I don’t think he could have missed what was going on inside his bedroom.

“Roll over,” Kyle said forcefully. If Mom hadn’t complied instantly I had a feeling Kyle would have flipped her over himself. When Mom rolled over her true nakedness was for the first time was revealed to him. Another man other than her husband was, finally viewing her mammoth breasts that had transfixed so many men in our neighborhood, so many male students in her classes over the years, and so many of the pious frauds in our church community. Kyle was rightly awed by the sight of her, and if possible his cock pressed even harder at his poor, strained, bathing suit.

At that point, the full weight of what she was about to do must have hit her, and she shook her head violently.

“We can’t do this Kyle,” she said, “I’m married, I’ve never been with another man. I can’t have sexual intercourse”.

Down the hall, I nearly freaked out when I heard her say that, “What???” I wanted to scream at her, “Now you think of that?” I wanted to run in to her room and insist that she go through with it, but I realized that wouldn’t be a lot of help at the moment.

Fortunately Kyle was handling the objection a lot better than I was; he walked over and gently pushed her back in to a flat position. He spoke to her soothingly.

“Mrs. Kelly, we don’t have to have sex, I just want to hold you, I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. ” He said sitting down next to her and was gently rubbing her stomach and sides – somehow was managing to stop himself from mauling Mom’s big knockers.

“That’s it Kyle, take your time” I thought to myself.

“Do you think I’m more beautiful than my daughter?” Mom asked (Nice question, Mom).

“Your daughter is a stunning woman, but she gets her beauty from you,” Kyle told her as he played with the top of her pubic hair.

As soon as he finished saying that Kyle slid down and began kissing Mom’s stomach. Mom just lay there gently running her fingers through Kyle’s hair. I of course knew where he was going, but I wondered if my innocent mother had any idea.

I would guess that she didn’t by the sound she made when he reached her destination and, without warning, pushed his tongue in to her wet snatch. Mom’s body bucked like it had just been hit with an electrical charge, her hips coming hard off the bed to accept his tongue in to her womanly depths. Mom’s hands gently stroked Kyle’s hair as he lapped at her pussy and her legs went up to enclose his head.

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Frances Haddon’s Pillow Book Pt. 02

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Dear Diary,

I am enjoying my time here at Cobham hall immensely, and am immensely being enjoyed by an immense young man.

I would draw a picture for you in life-size, Diary, but his dick is juuuuuust long enough that the head of it wouldn’t fit on one your pages, and it just would not do to draw him smaller than he is.

He isn’t a perfect guy though. I’m a little taller than him, and he’s caught up in all this science fiction and fantasy nonsense that I do not care for at all. Still, every time those trousers come down and that big thing flops out, I just melt for him.

I dreamed about the inner Demoness. She taunted and teased me, and told me to go find a real man. Am I so shallow? Shouldn’t I care what a boy has in his heart more than what he has in his pants? And what could she possibly mean? Surely there are no penises bigger than Jack’s?

That would be ludicrous.

Right?

—-

My first month of school, here is how a typical day broke down:

7:30 AM: Wake up and give Jack a long blowjob. We still hadn’t fucked. I just wasn’t sure whether or not I was ready to finally lose it with him. More on that later.

8:30 AM: Denise gets back with my breakfast and grudgingly serves me. If I’m feeling bitchy I tease her about her inferior tits.

9:30 AM-3:30 P.M.: Classes

4:00 P.M: Matilda does my home work while I fool around with Jack Sometimes Sylvia watches and plays with herself a bit, often while whining about how she’s never had a big one like his. I’m thinking about letting her join in one of these times, but I haven’t made my mind up if she’s earned it or not.

5:00 P.M. Dinner from Denise.

6:00 P.M.-10:00 more making out, evening strolls to see who stares at me (I’m becoming quite fond of the effect my breasts have. I had no idea I was such a big girl, and I am beginning to suspect I might have the biggest boobs on campus if not the whole of Kent.

It was a good month, but all things change.

For one thing, I eventually had the heart to release Denise from her bonds of service. I heard her crying herself to sleep one night, thinking I was already out perhaps, and I knew in that moment she’d had enough. I decided to stop making Matilda do my homework for me too, but did have her tutor for me. All this left me less time for Jack and I began to see less of him as I did chores and homework instead.

But he was still there for me, loyally every Friday night, throwing pebbles against our window to let me know he wanted to be let in. Then he’d come in for kissing and cuddling and usually a thorough blowjob. I was getting good at those. I don’t know why, but I seemed to have a real way with using my mouth. Jack said my lips were part of it, and they are pretty thick I’ll admit. In my most arrogant moments *I* want to kiss me, and he said they felt incredible nibbling on his shaft or head or swollen balls. I even got good at deepthroating…he’d just slowly thrust in while I went “SLOOOOOOOOORCK” and took it all, loving the feel of his nutsack pressing into my chin or forehead depending on which approach we were using.

But one week, he wasn’t there. This worried me greatly, and I resolved to find out if he was cheating on me or something.

I grabbed a flashlight and my cell phone and began to sneak past headmasters and teachers, managing to somehow keep any of them from seeing a girl slip out and sounding the alarm.

Well okay, I think *one* might have seen me, but he just kind of bounced his eyes in time to the rhythm of my tits and let me go. You’d think the damned things told time.

I crossed the campus and took one of the footbridges across the river, slipping into the country-club territory where Jack attended his institution. It didn’t actually take me long to find him, but things were not good when I did.

Jack was in a remote clearing; just on the other side of some trees which I’m guessing were planted to piss off golfers. He was not alone. Five older, larger boys surrounded him and seemed to be taking turns inflicting abuse on him. As I got close one shoved him hard into another her hauled off and punched him in the stomach, doubling him over. The boy cruelly held him up by the hair then and laughed as he delivered two stinging slaps, before tossing him indifferently to another big lad. This one was even less restrained and came at him with a big over-handed punch, battering him harshly to the ground.

Jack groaned and began to crawl, squirmy and disoriented as another boy got in position to deliver a kick to his ribs.

I could stand no more and charged forward, putting myself between the would-be kicker and Jack

“STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! HE’S HAD ENOUGH!” I commanded.

The boys were stunned for a moment before laughing as one. The tallest spoke.

“Why the fuck would we do that? Filth here has to learn Antep Escort Bayan his place. He’s been swaggering around like the big man on campus.”

I wanted to tell him that he WAS. That his dick was the biggest any of them were likely to ever see and that he deserved the royal treatment I gave him. But I could tell that would only drive these jealous men into a rage, so I took tact.

“You get the Hell out of here now, and I tell no one what I saw happen here tonight. I’m giving you the chance to get away with this crap.” I arched an eyebrow, doing my best to be menacing. If there is one time I hate being short and having huge melons like mine, it’s when I’m trying to be serious; I’m lucky if I can keep a boy’s face aimed at mine long enough to absorb anything besides my cup size.

He gave a derisive snort. “Yeah. That’s one option. Also, we could finish kicking the shit out of this little bitch, then have a little fun with you and take pictures. Joey here (He cocked a thumb at one of his mates) is banging the girl at your school’s registrar office. We can have the pictures mailed to your parents’ address if you don’t do exactly what we say and keep this all to yourself. How does that sound?”

The color drained from my face…I was clearly over my head in here, and I had only managed to back away a step before one of them was behind me, pinning my arms so that my tits thrust out like active volcanoes. I wished they really *could* shoot magma as their leader close the distance to lift up my shirt, letting my bra-clad goodies experience the chill of the night air.

He gave a low whistle of appreciation and reached for the clasp, when he was interrupted by a shout.

“Let them go, or I will END you all.” It was a deep voice, not bass, but a lovely baritone with a sort of soft sonorous accent. Kenyan maybe?

All heads turned including my own. He was dark-skinned, with a close-kept Afro, a bright white long-sleeved shirt and white pants loosely hung from his frame. But the bagginess of his clothing could not conceal the muscles beneath; this young man was powerfully built with rigid biceps and broad shoulders, his thick forearms hanging just above his mighty quadriceps. I felt some relief, though I couldn’t see how he could possibly stand against this many at once if they chose to oppose him. Jack was in no shape to help after the battering he just took, and I didn’t think my tits would be of much use in a fight.

My concerns were all laid to rest when the boy began to move. He spun into the crowd of toughs, putting himself between me and them, eyes narrowed and determined, body crouched low. They were not impressed though, and charged at him. This, it would seem, was a mistake. He sprang on his feet, a sort of odd triangular dance step as his head narrowly avoided a flurry of punches from different angles, his feet whirling out to strike those who were off balance from throwing blows that found no mark.

He was so fast I could barely keep my eyes on him and all I caught were little details, his feet finding their heads again and again and again, his heels and instep and the balls of his feet connecting with cheeks and necks and sometimes ankles, tripping one, only to trip him again every single time he regained his footing. I think it’s possible one or two of the many retaliatory punches managed to land on him, but if they did, he took the blows well and rolled with them, always into the next circling kick. In an extraordinary finale, in which I can only speculate he was showing off a little, he curled up into a headstand, lashing both feet in alternating stabs to utterly pummel the leader of the group with toe-kicks, staying upside-down and waving “bye-bye” with an ankle as the pack of them fled, stumbling, bruised and bloody.

I don’t condone violence, but at this point my heart was fluttering and I was aroused, more by his bravery and valor than his clear talents for fisticuffs… or in his case, feeticuffs? I’m not sure when someone just kicks…

“Thanks mate,” Groaned Jack as he struggled to his feet, dabbing his sleeve at a bloody nose, feeling at it to see if it was broken.

“My pleasure.” Came the melodic voice. He panted a little before finally launching off his hands to vault to his feet.

“How did you do that?” Asked Jack.

“Capoeira.” Said the boy. “My father is from Brazil and he’s been teaching me since I was very small. Oh where are my manners… I’m called Silva. Haji Silva.”

Jack shook his head. “I’m Jack, and my hat’s off to your father. You wanna come hang out with us for a bit? I bet you don’t want to be caught around here if they regroup or something.”

Haji shrugged. “I can handle myself if they do. But…” He paused, looking at me instead of jack, eyes lingering at my chest like all men’s do and sparkling a little, “…But I’d be happy to just hang out. Who is your friend here?”

“That’s Frankie. She’s my gal.” Jack said, and I winced a little. I had never considered my regular blowing of his big dick to be a serious commitment. But I nodded; glad this hot black hunk had my name at least.

“Let’s go chill at my dorm.” I offered, and grabbed both boys’ arms, walking between them like they were a couple of won prizes.

—-

Dear Diary,

The dreams are getting stronger lately. The Demoness is there to haunt me almost nightly. She changes tone often. Mocking me. Praising me. Teasing me. Pleasuring me. In the dreams she has powers. Men become hard at her will. I cum when she commands it. Why can’t I stop thinking about sexsexsexsexsexsexsexsex?

Sometimes I find that if I masturbate and cum hard, it only makes me want to masturbate more. I’m getting scared I’ll starve to death.

I think some dick might be the cure, but I’m afraid it also might just add to the problem.

—-

Back at the dorm the 6 of us sat on different bunks, me between Haji and Jack, the other girls on their own beds respectively. Jack was excitedly telling them the tale of how Haji had come to rescue us.

“…And then he even kicked ass upside-down…you should have seen it!” He blurted as his haphazard story came to an end.

“This calls for celebration.” Matilda said, hopping up and going to the locked strongbox she kept beneath her bed. A moment later she came up with some Dixie cups and a bottle of amber liquid. She handed out cups to everyone and I wrinkled my nose as I smelled the burning fumes.

“Scotch.” She said. “My grandfather said you should always have a belt after you’ve had a fight. Two if you’ve lost one.” With that, Jack threw his back and handed her the Dixie coup for a loser’s refill.

“Now then,” I said, turning to Haji, “There’s still the matter of your reward. What makes a half-Kenyan half-Brazilian chocolate-covered man like you happy?”

He blushed a little, something I hadn’t realized black people could do, and then spoke nervously “The gentleman in me says I should ask to gaze into your eyes or for a tender kiss…” He ventured.

I shook my head, “Forget gentle. What does the MAN in you want?”

He let out his breath in a big sigh, fortifying himself with a big belt of scotch before he answered, “Oh Frankie, I’d really like to see you topless.” looking like he feared an attack when the words finally made it out.

I laughed, my girls rippling in a way that commanded attention from all eyes in the room, then gestured at him as I spoke to my dorm-mates. “Can you believe men? He jumps into a fistfight with a gang without a pause for thought or safety… now he’s afraid of my fun-bags!” They all tittered a little bit. I swilled down the rest of the burning scotch and then turned to him, abruptly un-shirting myself with a cross-armed yank over my head.

Haji and Jack stared transfixed as I gave a little shake, letting my titmeat roll around in my bra-cups for their amusement. Sylvia shook her head and drained her scotch too. “Jesus Frankie…I think I’m gay now. How do you even walk around with those things?”

“With style.” I answered, reaching back to unclasp the bra, letting all eyes feast on the glory of my naked and now-hard nipples. The attention was making me seriously wet, and even though I wasn’t attracted to Sylvia, I couldn’t help but feel lust at her attraction to me.

The fact of the matter is that I was getting to be a real bitch to people about my tits. I’d let girls “accidentally” catch glimpses of what I had going on in locker-rooms and showers, and regularly tossed my huge bras right on top of my roommates’ on the floor, just to let them see how one of my over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders completely dwarfed any of their own.

I let them bask in the moment, my eyes wandering over Jack’s big bulge in his trousers, then to Haji where I was stunned to see an even more impressive arch of tube-flesh rising yet not hard, clearly already thicker than what I knew Jack to be packing. This was an exciting development.

Like a lady mob-boss I snapped my fingers and pointed straight down at Jack’s crotch as I pointed two fingers at Matilda and Sylvia, “Hey girls, come handle this situation for me. I want to thank my hero.”

They responded instantly, dropping to their knees in front of Jack. Whatever protest he had to me getting frisky with Haji, was quickly overwhelmed by the sight of two nymphos clawing at his waistband, each working desperately to free his monstrous member. Haji gave an appreciative whistle as Jack’s prong finally jumped up and free, wagging in the air a moment.

“Not bad at all, white boy.” He chuckled, turning his attention back to me. Jack, as docile as ever, could only shrug as both girls wrapped a around on him, jacking him in a slow two-fisted hand job, each placing a hand on his thigh as they awkwardly maneuvered around one another to divide up the territories of his tip and base. I noticed that both seemed to be more interested in getting a piece of his big cocktop; while I certainly understood the appeal, I was a ball-girl and found myself a little surprised they didn’t just both start there since there were two big boys to suck on.

Ah well, to each their own. For my part, I leaned in pressed my thick lips to Haji’s, pleasantly surprised at how soft his pillow-soft his was, letting my tongue taste them a little before plunging into his mouth. I leaned in farther and farther as we melted into the kiss, my hard nipples making contact with his perfectly sculpted chest through his white shirt. It was now that I realized I desperately wanted to see the boy naked; a body capable of dealing out such graceful punishment so skillfully had to be in good shape. Again I found myself a little less impressed with Jack’s video-game-playing-“athlete” body. I pulled back far enough to begin tearing at Haji’s shirt, then his shoes and socks and pants, saving the best for last.

While I worked the ladies were not idle. When I caught my next glimpse of their frolic with Jack they were having a cute little fight… at this moment his shaft was in Sylvia’s mouth while Matilda held the back of her head, shoving her forward on it. “Come on bitch, I’ve seen Frankie get ALL of it, you can at least do half you fucking slut!” Sylvia taunted, spanking her dorm-sister with a rough palm as she pushed hard enough to get a little choking noise from Matilda. Jack looked like he was in heaven, but perhaps a little confused at the same time. Haji’s face went a little shocked at the part about me swallowing it all; he was clearly impressed.

Haji was down to his briefs now, and ugly but functional pair of tighty-whities; of course even ugly undies become rather attractive when there’s a clearly huge organ inside them, and I was only getting wetter and wetter the more hints I got about Haji’s cock… at this point I could see a pair of ponderous balls outlined in the fabric, hanging farther down between his massively powerful thighs. I let my eyes roam up his lean, chiseled 12 pack to the perfect angular cut of his pectoral muscles. After a final ocular feast on his bulging biceps that were about as big as Jack’s thighs I crawled up the bed letting my tits do their mesmerizing, swaying dance as I finally peeled his waist band down, liberating a stunningly ENORMOUS black cock. He was all hard at this point, and the giant prong danced up his cut belly, waving around a little as he maneuvered to let me pull the shorts all the way off.

All eyes in the room were now drawn to Haji, who actually blushed a little at the attention. Jack’s balls visibly did a little jump; was that fear? He was clearly not used to being the smaller boy in the room, and Haji had him beat in every dimension, hands down. His prong was at least two inches longer than Jack’s, thicker around by clear visual evidence, and the balls beneath were easily almost twice the sight, and very low-slung. Matilda gave Jack’s cock a half-hearted two pumps as she stared at Haji’s.

“Trade?” She asked.

I scoffed at the notion. “Please, this one is MINE. He deserves me.” I arrogantly retorted, abruptly grabbing Haji’s cock by the base so I could press the tip into my pillow boob, pushing the nipple in deep with his cockhead. “Besides, I already HAD my appetizer. You finish yours before you get to have a main course like this.”

Jack look wounded again, but that faded just as abruptly as before when the girls shrugged and returned to giving him the sumptuous double-blowjob they had halted. Now it was Matilda’s turn to throat him, and Silva didn’t seem capable of being quite as mean while she did, so she busied herself by reaching around Matilda to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. Matilda was definitely more skilled, and easily took the first 7 inches of Jack’s prick before pulling back to bounce and bob on him, gagging and choking only a little while her slobbery mouth leaked an impressive amount of juice that ran down his shaft and dripped nastily from his nut.

Sylvia wasn’t going to let that go to waste, and she dropped to tongue those pearly clear drops from his sack, swabbing his balls around in the process. Jack threw his head back, now in a place no words could probably reach him. I felt happy he was at least taken care of because I was about to be ignoring him pretty hardcore. I turned my attention to Haji now, caressing his thighs with one hand while I continued to smear my breasts all over with his cockhead, loving the way a little precum seeped out to oil them up for his viewing pleasure. Finally I pushed his organ back against him as I slowly slid to my knees before him, pumping the big black dick in both hands, tits jiggling and wobbling against his ponderous balls. I couldn’t believe how far over the edge of the bed those were dangling and I could no longer resist giving them a taste.

I leaned in and slapped my tongue sort of back and forth on just the root of his scrotum, the part that was all dangle, and then slowly lowered my head, slathering centimeter after centimeter in my horny slobber, loving the way his low hanging nuts swung around when they were on the receiving end of my ministrations. Pursing my lips I sucked on in, slurping on it thoroughly before letting it roll out and claiming the other. They were big balls, and I was surprised how daunting it was in contrast to Jack’s… I wasn’t sure I’d be able to fit both these balls at the same time. But I gave it in an effort, opening wide and sucking hard, finally managing to sort of awkwardly store the nuts in my cheeks. By the time the second one was entirely inside my face I was having a hard time keeping it from blocking my throat. With an awkward choke, I coughed them both out and looked up at Haji.

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