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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Made in Thailand bysanilas©

Mary and her son, David was vacationing in Thailand. They had gone on tours a few times and really enjoyed each other's company. The last time they had visited India and found the East interesting.

The trip to Bangkok was David's idea. He had heard from his mates that there are really kinky things that one can see in Thailand.

When he suggested to Mary and told her what his mates had informed him, Mary was not really impressed.

"What do you mean, kinky things," she said.

"Come on mom, don't be a prude, you'll see." He said.

On arrival in Bangkok, they joined the tour and took in the sights. The elephant rides, the trip to the floating market and Mary was enjoying herself.

That night, David told Mary that he was going to see a show, but it was an adult live show.

"Is this the kinky show you were telling me about?" Mary asked. "Well, let's see what they have to offer," she said.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," David replied.

It was the famous Thailand Tiger show. Mary sat through it and saw all the explicit sex performed live.

She looked and David and saw that he was engrossed at the act. She was a bit embarrassed but saw that there were a number of foreign couples watching the act.

They walked silently back into their hotel. They shared a room with Mary sleeping on the main bed and David on the extra bed. David closed the door as Mary stepped forwards to switch on the light.

Before Mary could reach the light switch, David was behind her and he embraced his mother, his arms around her and his head pressed against her hair.

"Oh Mom," David said against her head.

"David", Mary exclaimed, "What is it?"

David did not answer. He held her tight against him and she felt his stiffness as he pressed against the mounds of her soft buttocks.

"Don't be naughty, just because of the show," she admonished him.

Mary gasped in shock when David put his hands under her blouse and bra and held her breasts. Lost for words and disorientated, Mary tried to free herself. She cried out incoherently but when David held her nipples between his thumb and finger, she felt a bolt of sensation as he tweaked her hardening nipples.

"Oh god," she felt limp as she fell backwards against him.

"Oh mom," David moaned as he caressed his mother's breasts, kneading them tenderly and felt her shuddered against him.

Slowly, still embracing her, David led his mother to her bed.

"No, David, don't do this," she cried in vain.

They stood beside her bed and David unbuttoned her blouse as Mary head lay limp against his shoulder. He slipped off her blouse and unclasped her bra, which fell to the floor.

David turned his mother around to face him. He was secretly incensed with the need to make love with Mary ever since adolescence. It was a boy's thing but he never grew out of it. There were days when he spied through her bathroom keyhole when she took her shower, even here, at the hotel. His eyes clouded in desire as he looked at her bare breasts. It was more than what he had imagined all those time when he had masturbated thinking about them. They were full and drooped slightly, and her nipples, large and they stood out.

He groaned and his lips were on them. Touching them the first time as an adult, he kissed them softly but he could not restrain his urge. His mouth enclosed on each nipple as he sucked them alternately, his tongue rasping the firm nubs.

Mary could only hold on to her son's back and raised herself involuntarily on her toes. She sucked in her breath at the intimate homage David rendered to her twin mounds. She was lost in a moment of exquisite sensation as David touched her in ways that no man except her husband had done.

At the age of 48, Mary's body was still firm and supple. David's father was killed in an auto accident eight years ago and from that day, Mary was not involved with any man.

David stopped kissing her breasts and stood up. He held her hands and looked into her eyes. She tried to avoid his stare.

The palms of his hands cradled her face, so that Mary had to look at him. His mouth descended onto hers. He kissed his mother's lips, gently at first and then opened her lips with his tongue and entered her, seeking the warmth of her mouth.

It was the sweetest mouth he had ever kissed.

With her last defiance act, she tried to push him off, but it was a lost cause. She clutched at him and kissed him back in total submission.

When their lips parted, she took in deep breaths and almost collapsed if David had not held her up.

He gently made her sit on the edge of the bed. Standing in front of her, he removed his shirt and trousers. He slipped off his underware.

Mary looked at her naked son. His penis was firm and throbbing, just an arm's length from her face. She just stared at the pulsating shaft, and the tuft of pubic hair covering his scrotum. She felt faint.

All that he had dreamt about was about to happen. It had gone this far and there was no turning back. His need to make love to the woman sitting in front of him was unbearable.

David took his mother's hand and placed it on his penis. She looked up at him and her fingers closed around his shaft.

Mary felt him jerked and saw his mouth opened. When her fingers closed around the smooth head, she felt the sticky fluid emitting from him. David's precum started to seep out.

Her sixth sense clicked in and she pulled her hand away. Mary turned and dropped her body onto the bed, sobbing. She clutched at the bed sheet and buried her face. She could not allow him to take her as a woman.

She felt him.

His hands unzipped her skirt and he pulled it down. Her panties were slipped off.

Mary realized that she was completely naked.

She crawled to the middle of her bed and lay on her stomach, unable to face her son.

Her body was shaking and wracked with tears. A premonition that an incestuous act was about to happen whether she consented or not.

David's lips were kissing her shoulders, her back and traced down to the flesh of her buttocks.

"No, David, no, please don't do this to me," she pleaded. "I am your mother," she cried.

Her head lifted when David parted her butt cheeks and she felt his mouth on her opening.

His tongue licked her clitoris and she spasmed in shock.

David tasted his mother's wetness as he held her buttocks apart, and licked the flow into his mouth.

"God, oh god," Mary cried.

He sucked her. His tongue entered the place where he had come from.

Mary grasped at the bed sheet. She could hardly breathe from the sensation that her son was giving her.

David's face was wet with his mother's sticky secretion.

He mounted her from behind.

Mary felt the head of his penis against her vagina.

She tried to say "NO" but it did not register as she felt him entered her. The wide girth of his phallus followed and David was fucking her.

He fucked her slowly, allowing her to take him without hurting. It was a feeling of utter despair and sublimed ecstasy for Mary to endure.

David felt his mother move as Mary lifted her buttocks upwards to allow him more access. He pulled her up slowly so that she was crouched on her knees for him. He kissed her back and fucked her deeply.

He knew he could not last much longer but he wanted to take her the way he had always dreamt of.

He placed his hands on her shoulder and pulled her up to rest her back against his chest. His hands held her breasts, kneading them as he pressed his throbbing stiffness as deep as he could inside her.

Mary called out haltingly, "No, no, don't cum inside me," she tried to tell him as he buffered against her buttocks.

It was too late.

David sucked on her neck as gobs of his sperm splattered deep inside his mother's vagina. The tip of his penis was at her cervices as he came. He had never cum so much. Gradually, his semen seeped out of Mary's vagina to wet her inner thighs. Even when he had stopped spurting, he turned Mary's head towards his and kissed her deeply, still fucking her until she dropped limp onto the mattress. He fell beside her, still joined, his penis inside her vagina.

Mary shuddered and shivered in aftermath of the fuck her son had given her. Her hands moved weakly to grasp the pillow and covered her face.

Her mouth felt dry and her thoughts of her son's sperm inside her made her gasp.

"What if I get pregnant," she sobbed quietly.

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Monday, April 22, 2013

CC byloorslady

I met "CC" over 16 years ago, at a time coincidentally, when we were both going through a painful relationship break up.

I call her "CC" and she called me "Double D", which we still use when talking or referring to the other in conversation.

"CC" is her bra cup size and at the time mine was double D so thus the names.

Anyway, I was looking to make a drastic change in my appearance and decided to get my hair cut and streaked, and get my nails done in the most outrageous color I could think of!

At that time I was working in the coffee shop in a large central jersey mall and so was "CC" in the hair and nail salon at Sears. They used to have salons in the big anchor stores at the mall back then.

I didn't know anybody in the salon and didn't have an appointment so I took a seat and waited for the next free stylist, which just happened to be "CC" that day.

I sat down, picked up a magazine when I heard the word, "Next" and was guided to a chair and draped with the robe they used and was asked, "Well what is the plan for today?"

I looked up and saw "CC" for the first time and couldn't help but smile back at her wide eyed grin and cheery attitude.

"I need to make a change and I thought I would start with my hair and nails", I said.

"Okay, anything in particular?"

"Let's trim it, streak it, and do my nails today, I'm feeling like I need to stir things up," I replied.

So for the next three hours we talked while "CC" did my hair and nails and we found out our situations were similar and we had a lot in common.

When she got done, "CC" asked if I felt like getting a drink or just hanging out and talking over coffee.

"A coffee would be nice," I said and she got ready to clock out. I waited in the reception area until she came out and we left deciding not to stay at the mall.

We went for coffee and talked for hours about everything, from family to men to work to music.

We really did have a lot in common and it was nice to meet somebody who enjoyed the same things and really seemed genuine for a change.

We became really good friends and most of the time we would hang out at my apartment and just watch television or talk and just be goofy.

"CC" still lived with her parents at the time, she was 24 and I was 41 but we got along as if we had been friends forever.

One night, we were joking and "toking" and we just got really stupid dancing around until we collapsed on the bed laughing like idiots.

"CC" said to me, "Double, how would you feel, if neither of us is married or involved, we go to the top of the Empire State Building on New Year's Eve 1999 and get married?"

I thought about it for a minute and said, "Sure, it's a deal!" And we rolled around laughing like nuts at the thought!

"Let's seal it with a kiss," CC said and as we turned to face one another, we both got quiet and leaned in towards the other.

Her lips were so soft and before I could think about what was happening, the kiss became more passionate.

"CC" rolled closer and climbed on top of me and proceeded to kiss me harder.

I responded tongue and all because my body was reacting to her tongue's playing with my own.

It had been a while since either of us had been intimate with a man having been alone for at least the past 6 months and it just seemed natural to "go with the flow" of things and enjoy some harmless "making out."

I reached out to touch her breasts and found a very hard and swollen nipple under my palm.

I had the strongest desire to take it in my mouth and suck it until "CC" came for me.

"Go ahead Double D you know you want to", and "CC" lifted her t-shirt to make it easier for me to do what I wanted.

"CC" stood up and took off her t-shirt and my mouth went dry as I stared at her double C sized breasts, firm but bouncy and nipples that were dark brown and hard, just begging for my mouth to taste them.

I looked at "CC" and she nodded and smiled.
I gently rolled her right nipple in my mouth with my tongue and I could hear her moan softly as I did.

It took all my self-control not to throw her down on my bed and suck her nipples but I wanted to be slow and gentle.

I was soon rewarded for my tenderness when "CC" moaned, "Yes baby" and held my head as she orgasmed from my tongues manipulation of her sweet nipples.

We spent the night exploring each other and trying everything we could to get the other to one orgasm after the other.

I fantasize nowadays remembering how she felt sitting on my mouth and rocking back and forth for the longest time. "Oh fuck what a pussy she has!"

Many a night were spent in each other's arms, although not always ending in sex but more times than not we "helped" each other work out our frustrations a few times a month over the next few years.

We never did get "married" to one another but we did meet our husbands and nothing more was mentioned once we became involved in long term relationships.

Nor did we "help" each other, no need; we had lovers to be with.

However, 8 years ago "CC" was getting married and asked me to be in her wedding party as a bridesmaid.

I jumped at the opportunity to share in her special day and she rented a room at the nearest Sheraton Hotel.

We all, bridesmaids, moms, guests met the morning of her wedding to get ready and as is typical it was confusing and nerve wracking and fun and noisy!

What do you expect with a hotel room filled to capacity with an excited bridal party and one really nervous bride!

"CC" was pacing in her robe back and forth, back and forth making all of us nervous.

Her mom pulled me aside and asked me to take "CC" in the bathroom away from all the noise and just talk to her and help her get ready and calm down.

I took "CC" by the hand, led her to the bathroom suite, sat her down and proceeded to brush her hair and calmly talk to her so she could relax for a little while.

Which was beginning to work until...she heard a knock at the hotel room door and realized it was her fiancé'.

"Oh no, he can't see me, it's bad luck, tell him to go away", she hollered.

All the calming I did went out the window and I just told her, "CC stand up let's get your stockings on so you can think of something else."

What I failed to realize was that "CC" was not wearing any panties as a surprise for her soon-to-be-husband.

When she dropped her robe, I was left staring at a neatly trimmed bush with nothing between my eyes and her pussy.

I took a deep inhale of her scent and proceeded to put one stocking on her right leg to hook up to her garter belt.

"CC" kept fidgeting and I put my hands on her butt cheeks to keep her still and without thinking I slowly leaned forward and stuck the tip of my tongue in between her pussy lips.

"Oh", it was as sweet as I remember and for a moment CC stopped, looked down at me and opened her legs wider to give me room to lick her pussy like I wanted.

"Mmmmm" was all she said and rolled her hips to give me a better angle so I could tongue fuck her snatch like I used to.

Oh fuck she tasted so damn sweet and I knew I would have to redo my hair but her cunt was worth it!

I did not hear the knock at the bathroom door but "CC" did and she answered her mom with a soft spoken, "I'm okay, Double D is keeping me calm and relaxed."

I was more pissed that somebody was interrupting my meal and "CC" laughed at my groan at being disturbed.

I was too busy "dining" on pussy to care and sat CC down on the side of the tub, spread her thighs as I got on my hands and knees and crawled between her legs!

I licked her pussy, bit her lips and drank her juice every time she came!

I felt her hands on my head and as she grabbed my hair and shoved my face and tongue deeper into her cunt, I knew she was close to coming!

"Yes DD that's it..yeah..more..lick me..suck it..hear it comes..Here it comessssssss" and she gushed into my mouth and I licked each sweet drop of pussy milk she gave me!!!

"More please more D it feels so good."

I stood her up so I could taste those sweet dark nipples that fit so well between my lips.

Her white lace bra barely covered her breasts and I was careful not to rip the lace when I unhooked it.

Damn they were full and bouncy and her nipples were so hard and so ready to be tasted.

Oh fuck they were stiff and cold to my tongue and I sucked them until they were warm and slippery in my mouth.

I reached down and slipped my fingers into her wet pussy not the least bit surprised to find them coated with her "pussy milk."

I brought my fingers up and rubbed the juice on her nipples and was pleased to hear "CC" groan each time I took a little bite of her flesh.

I could have stayed there all day but her pussy was wet and I was hungry.

I kneeled down and slowly pushed my tongue into her snatch, in and out as I tongue fucked her until she came, dripping down my face and on to the floor!!

I could hear her breath slowing down as I continued to lick her pussy and her lips making sure I got all of her cunt syrup in my mouth.

"CC" smiled down at me and whispered, "thank you DD that helped a lot!"

With a final grudging kiss to her pussy, CC stood up, and I washed my face after we finished putting her stockings on.

Of course her sweet pussy was still right in front of my face and just begging for more attention, but we did have her wedding to go to!!

I have to laugh remembering how grateful her mom was for my calming CC down for her wedding.

If she only knew how much I really enjoyed "calming" CC down!!!

I hope her honeymoon is as exciting as her wedding day morning was and that her groom can take care of her like I can!!!!!

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Sunday, March 10, 2013

The Visitor Next Door bygrayshade©

THE VOYEUR'S SURPRISE

"Well." I thought to myself, "Let's see what Jennie is up to this Saturday afternoon in June."

I stood by the upstairs window that overlooked our neighbor's backyard pool. Jennie Carson was my obession since we moved in here a couple of years ago. The next door neighbors' college-age daughter who came home each summer to bum by their pool as soon as the weather turned warm. I managed to see her more than several times sunbathing in a thong bikini while her parents worked at the hardware store they ran in town.

"Jeezus." I said to myself as I spied her on the chaise lounge completely nude this time. No bikini top or bottom for Jennie, I thought lasciviously, as I watched her reclining face down on the chaise. "What a great ass!" I thought as my hand went instinctively to my growing hard-on inside my chinos. I marveled at the sight below my vantage point.

Jennie's lean, athletic body was breathtaking. Her long brown hair spilled atop her shoulder blades as she reclined. Her back was a soft curve that flared at her hips, flattened by her prostrate position on the chaise and exposed her soft, tight bubble butt. Below the confluence of her naked ass and pair of lean thighs, her legs stretched long and lithe as the former high school athlete she had been, ending in cute ankles and soft, upturned bare soles, with long toes pointed straight over the end of the lounge.

Thank heavens that my wife and my own teen daughter were out shopping on this gloriously warm Saturday. I could wank here in peace and quiet as I looked at Jennie's ass in full view.

As I started to unbuckle my belt, unbutton, and unzip my pants, Jennie seemed to awake from a daytime doze and began to roll over. "Even better!" I screamed in my own head. "Let's see that pussy." I thought as I fumbled for my cock in my boxers.

I got a firm grip on my cock as the beauty next door slowly rolled over.

"What the fuck!?" I said out loud into our empty house.

It wasn't Jennie on the chaise. It was a dude. I mean a young man. He tousled his long brown hair as he settled himself to sunbathe on his back. His soft cock dangled across his right thigh. He opened his legs a few inches and I saw his scrotum sitting like peaches between his thighs.

I was surprised at his likeness to Jennie, the object of my obsession for these two years. He had the same body type as the next door neighbors' daughter, right down to her long brown hair, thin waist, and long legs. And her ass. I should say HIS ass. Yeah, I thought that to myself as I continued watching this young guy stretch out nude on the chaise below my vantage point. He had a girl's ass.

As I continued watching, though my hard-on had gone soft, Jennie herself appeared walking from their sliding glass doors from the kitchen with a tall glass of ice-water for the newcomer. She laughed and said something that I imagined had something to do with his nudity. She handed him the glass and bent down to kiss his forehead between the long brown strands that framed his face. Jennie looked as good as always in gym shorts and a small top but she retreated quickly back to the house and I was left looking down on this...this guy laying naked on her chaise.

I heard our driveway door open and my wife and daughter entered laughing about something. "Jack? Are you upstairs?" My wife Paula called.

"Yeah." I yelled down as I darted to the bathroom to pull up my pants and tuck my softened cock back where it should be on a Saturday afternoon. I ran some water and splashed and dried my face. I made sure I looked OK, then went downstairs.

Paula and my daughter, Erika, were still laughing about some shared joke as they arranged their shopping bags on the kitchen counter.

"We're going to make some lunch. You want something?" Paula asked, looking at me strangely. "You look a little red, Jack. Are you feeling alright?" She asked as she bent into the 'fridge.

"Oh, yeah, I was out in the backyard and it's too warm for this time of year." I lied.

I looked at Erika, our daughter, and said a silent thanks that she wasn't as hot as Jennie next door. I don't know if I could handle having a smoking hot daughter in my own house. Erika was pretty and she was smart but she wasn't anything like Jennie. "What did you girls buy today?" I asked in what I hoped was a normal tone of voice after my upstairs voyeur surprise.

"Dad! Check it out." Erika said dipping into one of the bags on the kitchen counter. She pulled out a tiny dress with red and white colors. "It's perfect for my sweet sixteen!" She screeched.

"Oh, great." I thought. Now Erika is going to start wearing tight, tiny dresses. "Hey, nice." I lied again.

"You should have seen her, Jack, she looked stunning." Paula said over her shoulder as she assembled our lunch on the far end of the counter.

"I bet you did, E." I said, hoping to sound enthusiastic.

"I'll try it on and model it." Erika said and ran off upstairs.

"Be back in time for lunch." Paula yelled at our retreating daughter.

"Isn't that a little skimpy?" I asked my wife.

"What? No, that's what girls wear now. Don't fret." Paula answered.

Paula had the lunch spread out and called upstairs. "Erika! Lunch!"

I heard her bounding down the stairs and she was in the doorway of the kitchen. "Hey, I'm here." She yelled to get our attention.

Erika struck a pose in the short dress and she looked magnificent. She had quickly applied some makeup and she looked like someone else. She looked like Jennie next door. I had never before compared her to another girl, yet here she was with her own long brown hair fluffed in the same style as Jennie. Erika's body was less developed at fifteen but it was a close match to the beauty next door. "Oh, dear, Jeezus, what is happening today?" I wondered to myself.

Paula said, "Erika, get some iced tea, if you want something to drink."

Erika went to the 'fridge and bent inside to retrieve the pitcher. Before she turned around, I had a good look at her ass bent over in the new tight dress. "I shouldn't." I said to myself and quickly turned my head to smile at Paula and grab the sandwich makings.

"Mom, I love this dress!" Erika shrieked as she sipped her iced tea and reached for the tomato slices.

"I'm glad you like it. It looks great on you. Don't you think so, Jack?" Paula asked me.

"Erika, it's very nice but it is awfully short and tight." I said with a wag of my head.

"Da-a-a-d." She whined.

Paula laughed. "She's growing up, Jack. She's a young woman now."

"That's what I'm afraid of." I answered ruefully.

"Oh, pish-tosh." Erika said, using a phrase she must have picked up from some old movie.

I made my sandwich and didn't look up again.

Paula made a tomato slice and lettuce sandwich. She's always watching her weight and she's a good-looking 38 year old woman. Her daughter - my daughter - was now beginning to show the signs of becoming a stunner too. Erika simply ate tomato slices and nibbled at a single piece of rye bread. We ate in silence and I think Paula and Erika had picked up on my absence of mind.

"Hey, Mom?" Erika asked with a reluctant beseeching-ness in her voice. "Can we go out again and buy some shoes? I need something new to go with this dress. Can we?" She asked.

Paula chuckled, looked over at Erika and said, "Sure, I'll take you to Cloverleaf."

"Can I wear my dress?" Erika piped up quickly.

"No." I said with authority. "You're not wearing that to the mall."

"Oh, Daddy, I need shoes, see?" She propped one bare foot up on the countertop and wiggled her toes at me.

I took a deep breath. Her bare feet and soles reminded me of Jennie's bare feet that I was just looking at earlier. I mean the young man's feet who looked like Jennie. "Damn, this is getting too weird." I thought to myself.

"Go and buy all the shoes you want but you're not wearing that dress." I said with what I hoped would be finality.

"Deal." Erika said and giggled at her partial victory. With that, she hopped off the kitchen stool and tore back upstairs to change.

"Jack, don't be a downer. She's so excited." Paula said.

"She's never dressed like that before. It...alarms me." I said with caution in my voice.

"She's a good girl and she's beautiful. Don't be one of those Dads." Paula said as she cleared the lunch and dropped plates in the sink. "I'll watch out for her. We'll be out for awhile, if that's OK." She said.

"Yep, OK." I said in a defeated voice. "Try not to break the bank, OK?"

Erika reappeared in her normal weekend summer togs and flip flops and she and Paula went back out to the car.

Once they were gone and the car disappeared around the corner of our street, I raced back upstairs to see what was going on at the pool next door. The young man was still lying on his back with his soft but surprisingly long penis draped over his thigh. He appeared to be sleeping. I studied the anonymous visitor. I envied his long, youthful cock and the tight young body he displayed without embarrassment as he dozed naked in sight of me and the other near neighbors. He had a lean but soft face with high cheekbones and pouty lips. His long hair seemed perfectly natural for the rest of his body, even if it seemed somewhat effeminate. "Did I ever look that good when I was his age (which I figured was close to Jennie's, somewhere between 19 and very early 20's)? Probably not." I thought despondently.

Suddenly, he seemed to awake and moved his cock from the right thigh to the left. Then reclined his head again and shut his eyes. I felt my own middle-aged cock stir when he rearranged his tool. "Holy mother. I'm getting turned on." I thought, more subconsciously than consciously but the realization was apparent, as I started to get wood looking at the naked guy below me. I undid my belt and trousers as I had done earlier.

I trained my eyes over every inch of the dude's body, from long hair and pretty face, to his thin, toned torso, to the gorgeous (yes, gorgeous) cock splayed over his thigh, to the long sinewy legs and, yes, delicate, feet. Suddenly, I spied Jennie skipping out from the glass doors of the Carson house. She was now in her swimsuit, a skimpy bikini top and skimpier bottom that I knew from experience was a thong. She leaned over the guy and I had a perfect view of her full, young woman's bosom, as she bent down to kiss him on the mouth.

The dude shook himself awake as Jennie giggled over him. Then she placed a towel on the wooden deck and got on her knees at the midsection of the reclining guy. In an expert and flawless motion, she scooped the dude's cock up and immediately sucked it into her mouth. Despite his length, she managed to go deep so that she was fully throating the guy.

"Motherfucker." I softly mouthed the word aloud from my own private lookout perch.

Jennie began to slowly blow the guy, always going deep when she pushed her head down. The dude seemed totally nonchalant about this awesome act and simply rubbed one of her bare shoulders as Jennie bobbed up and down, focused on giving head.

I had my cock in my hand now and stroking for all I was worth.

Jennie turned her face up to the dude and said something and giggled. Then she went back down on him. After several more deepthroats, the guy seemed to finally come alive and tousled her hair as she buried her face over that long cock and stayed low for awhile. She retreated maybe halfway back up his pole then he tapped her head twice. Jennie went down and stayed there as the dude raised his ass from the chaise and I saw him shiver. He was coming as she stayed glued deep on his cock.

"Holy, fuck!" I cried into the silence of our upstairs hallway as I felt myself beginning to come.

I watched Jennie closely and I could see her cheeks puff out and suck, puff out and suck, as she took the guy's load deep into her mouth. Finally, she pulled off the guy's cock where it stood at attention of its own accord as she threw her head backward and I saw her gulp the last of his jizz down her throat. She fell back on top of his thigh and laughed with shaking shoulders.

"Fuckin'-A." I whispered to myself as I cupped the meager amounts of my own cum that I had caught in my free hand.

I watched a few more minutes. "Maybe she'll fuck him." I thought.

But then the dude got up and Jennie ran with bouncing thong-ass to the glass doors before him as they disappeared into the house. "Damnit." I breathed to myself, certain that Jennie was going to get plowed with that long cock and I would not be able to watch.

I washed up in the bathroom, then went back to the window where I had jerked off to make sure no incriminating sperm had flown or dropped on the surroundings. Satisfied that I had left no evidence, I sauntered downstairs and out to the backyard. I walked to the far end of our yard and turned around, keeping a trained eye on the Carson house hoping I could spy some glimpse of Jennie and her visitor through an open window. No luck. It was almost a relief as I began to feel shame at my voyeurism and the idea I jerked off to the sight of another guy's cock even before Jennie had given the most amazing blowjob I had ever witnessed outside of a porn video.

I moped back into the house, took a whizz to relieve my aching balls and bladder, and settled on the couch to watch a baseball game on the TV. I kept thinking about the dude, then Jennie, then the dude, then Jennie's awesome blowjob on the dude. It was like a continuous loop in my head that I couldn't shake. "Who is that guy?" I wondered. I found myself touching my soft cock in my trousers as I remembered the sight of him laying naked, cock exposed, on the Carson's chaise lounge. It was almost enough to crowd out the thought of Jennie in her thong giving head to him. I must have dozed off with these thoughts in my tired and frustrated head.

THE WHITE DRESS AND STRIPPER HEELS

The sound of the door opening with the soft chimes of our alarm system dinging brought me back to the world again. "Daddy! I'm home!" Erika's voice cried as I heard her clunking in from the driveway entrance through the laundry room. I heard Paula's step, closing the door behind them.

I stirred up from the couch, leaning back in a wiped-out seated posture in the deep sofa cushions. I looked up at the side entrance of the family room. Erika was standing there smiling from ear to ear. She started to do a little dance as I shook the cobwebs from my sleepy head. Paula appeared standing behind Erika.

"Don't be mad, Jack." Paula said sternly.

I sat bolt upright as I saw my daughter clearly now. She was wearing another skintight and very short dress in brilliant white. She threw a leg out and shook it. She had on a pair of sky-high, white platform sandals. She ran into the family room and preened for me, throwing one leg back and up so I could see her new shoes.

"Daddy, they are divine. Thank you so much!" She cried and then ran towards me on the couch where she planted a wet kiss on my cheek.

"Erika." I said, still head-groggy but with a growing alarm at what she was wearing.

"Jack, before you say anything..." Paula started.

"What are you WEARING?!" I cried to my wife and daughter, looking at one, then the other.

"Oh, Daddy." Erika said simply as she continued her sexy circuit around the family room.

"Jack, she looks very nice. I know it's...different. But this is what girls wear today." Paula said in a measured voice.

"I'm smokin' hot!" Erika shrieked as she strutted around the room.

"No, you're not, young lady!" I said loudly.

"Erika, go upstairs and try on your other dress to see if the shoes go with it." Paula said to our daughter.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a flash." Erika said and bolted to the stairs.

After she was safely out of earshot, I said, "Paula, she's wearing stripper shoes. And that dress is almost see-through. What were you thinking?" I said dejectedly.

Paula sat on the couch with a thud. "Jack, you have no idea what it's like with girls today."

"Yes, I do." I said, thinking of Jennie next door, giving head to a strange, albeit virile and beautiful, visitor.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is for a smart girl in a school with a bunch of bimbos?" Paula asked flatly.

"So you want to turn her into a bimbo?" I asked astounded, and looked at my wife.

"Jack..." She started.

"Return the shoes and the dress, Paula. She's not wearing that anywhere, even at home." I said.

"Well," Paula started. "She wore the dress and shoes out of the store so there is no returning them."

"And you let her?" I asked incredulously.

"Jack. She needs this. I know. As a woman. She needs to feel good about her body." Paula said softly.

"Paula, I could see her nipples." I whispered, remembering how they protruded through the stretched-thin white spandex material.

Paula looked down at her lap. "Sometimes..." She said.

"Paula, do you want her to show her tits and wear stripper heels on her sixteenth birthday?" I asked, still whispering.

"We have a couple weeks for her to get over it. I can get her back to normal in time for the party." Paula said unconvincingly.

Before we could continue any further, Erika came bounding down the stairs in her original red and white mini-dress and now a new pair of platform shoes that may have been even more rakishly high than the white ones she bounced in with.

"Mom and Dad. Thank you for all this." She said proudly, as she posed for us like some girl in a hiphop video.

Erika was now wearing dark red lipgloss and darker makeup than her first appearance. When she hit a pose that stuck her ass out in the tight red and white dress, her feet propped on a pair of scarlet platform sandals, I went weak. "Fuck. She's a piece of ass." Which is what I would have said about any woman who looked like Erika did at that moment. I tried to erase that thought from my head.

I got up from the couch and walked upstairs.

"Daddy?" Erika asked expectantly as I took the stairs.

I heard Paula comfort my daughter and tell her, "It's OK, Daddy is tired."

Before I went to our bedroom, I took a quick peek out the window above the Carson's patio. It was empty. "So much the better." I thought to myself. The image of my daughter's nipples, ass, and long legs in stripper heels now haunted my thoughts to join Jennie and the dude next door in my erotic thoughts.

Later, after I napped again and cooled down, I spent time with Paula and Erika, who had thankfully changed into her nighttime attire of sweatpants and tee shirt and we had an early dinner and watched a movie on the cable channel. My head was still swimming with the images of Jennie, the dude next door, and my own daughter's sexy attire on this surprising day.

I decided to turn in early and hoped it would all be over when I awoke. Instead, Paula came upstairs early herself and began undressing quietly while I laid in bed pretending to be asleep. Paula stripped off her daytime attire and let herself naked into the bed next to me. She rustled about for a bit and turned towards me. "Jack." She whispered. "I know you're not asleep." She said as she laid her hand on my stomach beneath the sheet.

I tried to feign sleep but Paula knew me too well. "Jack, let's talk about it." She said quietly.

"What?" I said in a fake dreamy, sleepy voice.

"Erika." Paula said simply,

"What about Erika?" I asked, still faking sleepiness.

"She looked sexy today, didn't she?" My wife asked in a whisper.

"No." I lied to her.

"Jack, c'mon," She said as she lowered her hand beneath the sheet to touch my manhood atop my boxer shorts.

"I don't want her to look like...a strumpet." I said feeling old-fashioned as Paula rubbed my cock,

"Jack, as a guy, you have to admit she looked pretty sexy today in her new dresses and shoes." Paula said as she nestled into my chest and rubbed my cock in the boxers.

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Monday, February 18, 2013

Just Another Day

Just another day really, nothing special to begin with. We had been in through the morrning, and we'd been out in the afternoon. We'd done some shopping for the flat, had a few giggles, a little bit off teasing and some playful jokes but now we were back. I had made a cup of tea for myself, a coffee for him, with a biscuit on the side. Every inch the happy domestic scene, but isn't it always the case that you only hear the 'something's going to happen' music in bad movies?

He was on the computer, playing games. I was almost desperate for him to hold me and cuddle me and to make me feel special but I didn't dare push it for fear of rejection. we'd had one too many of those moments in recent weeks.

I had a special reason for these needs, for my desire to be cherished. I wanted to know he would trust me, and love me. Unknown to him I had been to the adult entertainment shop in town and bought an item that I was praying he would like. We all have desires, and our own ideas about what our partners really want.

So I waited until I thought I could get his attention without seeming too pushy. He finally turned away from the computer, smiling as he had beaten the machine again and as he reached his hand out toward me I took it and snuggled closer, stroking his arm and loving the feel of his warm skin.

Gradually he seemed to relax and accept my attentions, laying back on the settee with his eyes closed. I moved my attention to his chest, gently opening the buttons of his shirt and smoothing the skin underneath. Clean skin, still scented with citrus shower gel and whatever deodorant he had used that morning. Following my hands with my lips. I was getting turned on just touching him but was still worrying about when or whether I should let him know what I had bought. What if he didn't like it? Sometimes when you're trying to get your partner and your life to a new level it can feel like standing on the edge of a cliff.

I could see the slight bulge in his jeans and knew I was affecting him, which had an equal affect on me, the heat rising in my stomach, the liquid sensation moving inside my groin.

Slowly I released the jeans to allow his cock freedom and gently pulled them and his underwear off him. He mumbled something but to be honest I wasn't listening. I was focused on what I was doing. I bent lower and took his cock in my mouth, savouring the taste and how easily it fitted, he started writhing slightly and his breath was quickening. Now I thought, if I'm gonna do this it has to be now!

He had seemed in the past to enjoy me touching his anus and I had become more confident in touching him there, even inserting my finger slightly and he really seemed to enjoy it. So I had been reading about different ways of giving a man pleasure and on a whim had bought a strap-on and lube. It was hidden just under the front of the settee. Call it planned spontaneity.

So I asked him to roll over so I could stroke and kiss his back and his cheeks. Thankfully he complied. As I stroked and kissed him, especially his cheeks, he was making slight grinding movements into the settee. He couldn't deny he was enjoying himself. I parted his cheeks and started running my tongue along the crack – at which he almost involuntarily raised his arse higher. In my head I wanted a video of the scene, of him offering himself to me. I reached down with one hand and got my new toy out. I had been practising putting it on so I didn't make a fool of myself. Had I posed in fron tof the mirrror with it on? Of course. I'd loved its weight, and the way it looked. I was still kissing his cheeeks, leaving my hands free to put it on.

He sensed I was up to something and tried to move to see what I was doing but I told him to stay still, to ust wait and see. And yes, the fact that he trusted me, and turned his head down so he couldn't see was also a turn on. I got the lube out and started gently massaging it around his hole and a little on the dildo. Then I instructed him to slide his legs off the settee and onto the floor slightly apart so I could kiss his balls. He did as I asked so I flicked my tongue over his balls and started massaging his cock which was just hard enough to let me know I was still doing okay. Do I love the weight of his balls on the tip of my tongue? Oh yes...

Then I said to him 'We are doing something different tonight' and before he could say anything I laid the dildo against his arse. He stiffened slightly but didn't try to pull away. Did he know what I was going to do? I like to think so. I like to think I'd judged him right, that I'd known what he wanted all along. I continued stroking his cock, warm, firm, pulsing in my hand, and using my other hand positioned the strap on at the entrance to his arse. Then, holding my breath, almost sick with desire and anxiety I gently but firmly started to push it into him. Slowly at first because I didn't want to hurt him and I so wanted to give him pleasure. There was resistance at first but gradually the muscles relaxed and accepted the probing, so I pushed in still further and started slowly rotating my hips, feeling more and more confident. He moaned and I thought 'Oh God I got it wrong' but when I asked if he wanted me to stop he said 'no'. Just that. Yes he was moaning, but they were moans of pleasure, deep, baritone moans of joy that had no words, just emotions and lust written into them.

And me? By now I had both my hands on his hips; I was fucking him and the sounds he was making turned me on even more. I was so wet underneath the straps, each thrust as my pussy hit his cheeks causing amazing sensations within me. I tried not to go too hard or fast but he was pushing back onto me now almost desperately and then it happened. I wouldn't have believed it could happen if I hadn't seen it but he orgasmed, his body shaking beneath me. I slowed the movements down and waited for him to calm before withdrawing altogether, gently massaging his cheeks as I did so. There was a sob in his throat as he caught his breath, trying to recover.

Gradually I realised he hadn't cum in any physical sense; his cock was only semi- hard but his reactions were real. I asked him if he was ok - he mumbled something which I took to be some sort of yes. Slowly I ran my fingers across his now very wide arse hole and as I did he stiffened and arched to meet my hand. I recognised a movement I've made myself. 'Do you want more?' I asked, 'Please' was all he could manage.

So I entered him again, easily this time. there was no need to be subtle or discreet; he knew what was coming. I had lost all ability to think by now, but when he reached back to hold his bottom cheeks apart my pulse rate went through the roof. I was pumping him hard and fast, he was moaning and writhing beneath me and I knew I was close to cumming and told him so and we orgasmed together; all I could think of in my head was 'You're mine now.'

I had almost collapsed on top of him, so as my breathing returned to normal I withdrew and he rolled over to look at me. He still hadn't ejaculated; that gorgeous cock of his was half erect, shiny with preccum but nowhere near as stiff as I'd seen it other times. It wasn't just about his cock. He looked different somehow, more aware and more knowing. The way he looked at me and the dildo sent wonderful quivers of expectation through me.

'Your turn now' he said and pushed me to the floor and removed the strap on. He put his head straight between my legs and started licking my wet pussy, a little roughly maybe but I didn't care. It felt so good, too good almost. Suddenly he pushed his finger deep into me with his tongue still teasing my clit and I exploded again. God, this was so good.

Before I had time to come down from the place he had sent me his rock hard cock was inside me pumping away, he was almost growling words at me. Words of love or self assertion, I hadn't a clue and didn't care. I was starting to climb to that special place again and he took me there with the most explosive orgasm I had ever experienced as he filled me with his cum.

It took a while for either of us to speak or do anything other than just lie there and touch one another gently. Finally he said ' I need a cigarette' to which I giggled. We were back to earth again, but we were different, and we both knew it.

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

My flight arrived a bit later than scheduled, which was no true surprise. I went down to the baggage claim and there you were. You had your back to me, but I would never mistake you for someone else. I opened my mouth to call your name but a wicked thought crossed my mind. I walked over to stand behind you. I wrapped my arms around you and whispered into your ear.

It didn't matter what I whispered. Somehow you knew it was me from the moment my hands touched you. You melted into me, feeling the heat from my body and the hardness pressed against you. You moaned silently, or as silently as possible given both of our states of growing arousal.

I smiled as I turned you into me for a kiss. Our first kiss. Our lips met and parted, our tongues darted in, tentatively at first but then with growing confidence. I tried to convey to you, in that one, simple, kiss, exactly how I felt seeing you for the first time in years. How much I wanted you.

We finally broke our embrace to catch our breath. You turned when the conveyor belt started, signaling the arrival of the luggage but I laughed. I had traveled only with carry-on bags, hating the interminable wait that always greeted me when I traveled with checked luggage. You grinned at my foresight and we left the terminal, hand in hand.

It was not a short walk to your car. It never was. Airports across the world had somehow managed to master the trick of endless parking lots, regardless of how large or small the airport itself truly was. You had parked in the garage, in the back. We finally reached your car and I was pleased to see that there was no one around. It was just us.

We placed my bags in the trunk and you opened the driver's door to climb in. For a moment you had your back turned and it was all I could take. I wrapped my arms around you again, kissing your neck from just below your ear to where it met your shoulders. Once I arrived at that smooth, soft expanse, I softly bit down. I chose not to leave a mark to your later relief.

You groaned as you felt my teeth. Then I pushed you down until you were leaning across the front seat. You tried to protest, we would be seen. I pretended not to hear. As it was, your protests were half-hearted.

I slowly slid your dress up above your waist, exposing your beautiful, barely covered ass and mound to me. I slid your panties to the side, sliding my finger into you, feeling you already soaking wet. Enjoying it. You moaned as my fingers massaged your skin. You parted your legs without conscious thought.

Accepting your invitation, I quickly released my manhood from its cloth prison and slid myself into you, moaning at the tightness as you gripped me. Within seconds which felt like an eternity, I was soon in to my full length. A simultaneous moan escaped both our lips.

You began to grind against me, wanting me to continue. I had no course but to oblige you. I began to thrust, hard and fast, caught up in the moment and location. Not wanting to risk being caught but wanting more than anything for you to cum.

Fortunately, you were just as excited as I by the circumstances. I could feel you building towards your orgasm so I increased my speed and force. Harder and faster. Unable to resist any longer, it had been so long since my last release, I exploded within you, grunting as my body thrashed and jerked against you. The feeling of my hot seed splashing within you was more than you could take. Trying vainly not to, you screamed into the car seat, your voice muffled but still audible, if only to me.

I collapsed against the car as I slid free of your tight paradise. You quickly rearranged your clothing as I did the same. You had a look in your eyes when you turned. One that said you were not sure if you wanted to slap me. Instead you took me into your arms and kissed me again.

As you prepared, once again, to enter the vehicle, you had a wicked thought of your own. You told me to drive, saying that you were too unstable after such a surprise. I shrugged, assuming you would give me directions. We drove off, leaving the airport behind us. As soon as we were on the road, you grinned and unbuckled your seatbelt.

Reaching over, you unzipped my pants and withdrew me from the ever tightening confines of my pants. You leaned over and kissed the head gently, lovingly. Then you slid your mouth down the length, letting your lips and tongue savor every inch and the very fluids you had coated it with. As you withdrew, you ran your nails gently along the skin, sending shivers up my spine.

You continued this, your tongue and lips sharing the treat before you with your hand and finger nails. I began to groan. I knew it would not be long before I exploded once more. You just grinned around me and continued, increasing your pressure.

One hand reached down and became entwined into your hair. I did not push, I did not pull. I merely rested it there, in your hair as you continued with your ministrations. With a shout of warning, I came again, exploding into your mouth. You swallowed every last drop, sucking to ensure that you had gotten it all.

You smiled, wickedly, at me, and said that we were now even...

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