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Nancy The Sister In Law

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My wife Lori and I had been married for almost eight years. We have three children and a great marriage in the making. At 24, my wife was three years younger than I am. My wife has a younger sister, who at the time, was single and well fit.

When I first met my wife, more than 14 years ago, her younger sister Nancy was only 13 years old. She was about 5’4″ and very skinny. She looked like a typical high school girl who was as awkward and naive. My wife and I dated for a couple of years before we got married. Although I was very close to her family, it seemed I rarely saw Nancy during this time. Quite honestly, I never gave her much thought. But all that would change.

I remember very distinctly the night of our wedding rehearsal. Nancy showed up in her tight shorts just as we were about to get started. She was one of my wife’s bridesmaids. When I first looked at her, I did a double take. Nancy had matured into a very shapely and attractive young woman. I could hardly believe that this was the same girl I met several years earlier. She had an amazing pair of boobs and a perfect ass to match. One of my ushers, who knew the family quite well, also noticed the change.

“Where did Nancy got those tits?” He asked. “She didn’t look like that the last time I saw her.”

Later that evening, Lori even made a comment.

“I wonder if the change in Nancy’s body is a result of taking the pill?” she responded. “I’ve heard that large boobs can be a common but welcome side affect.”

During our wedding, I couldn’t get it out of my head all the attention my new sister-in-law was getting. I tried to put all of the attention aside and started to-pay-attention to the new bride to be. Naughty me!

I never thought of the chance since. But, fastforward the situation to two years later.

The years passed and Nancy and me started to fuck every chance we could. We would get it on at every opportunity. Nancy would often come over during the evenings, and take advantage of our house. I worked evenings so I was always anxious to see her in her revealing tank top and skin tight bike suit, or her even skimpier outfits. I was careful not to make my lust for her obvious, but it was sometimes quite hard. She had this one skintight skirt with a zipper up the side. One day my four year old son pulled it up quickly. I got a very good look at her succulent thighs.

It was a Thursday morning in late October. I was just settling in from work when the phone rang.

“Hi, what’s up?” Nancy asked. “Mom and Dad are away until Sunday and I was wondering if I could spend the night with you guys?”

By now, Nancy was senior in high school and her eighteen year old body was looking very hot.

“I wanted to know if I could baby-sit your kids overnight,” she begged.

My wife had to work the graveyard shift. It was just our kids and I staying at the home front.

“Why don’t you come on over and take care of our kids this evening?” Lori suggested. “It would be a good chance for them to visit their auntie. The only thing is I won’t be back until later tomorrow morning.”

“That’s a great idea,” said Nancy. “I’ll be over quick.”

When she arrived, about 30 minutes later, we talked briefly. I couldn’t help notice that her ass was very shapely. I figured that it was in great shape from the entire biking she was doing.

“I’ll be back by about 8:00 am tomorrow,” my wife said. Nancy agreed that she would be dropped off later.

Just before 5:00 that day, Nancy showed up as promised, my in-laws dropped her off. When she came in the apartment her hair smelled magnificent.

“Hi Nancy,” I greeted her. “Your sister is in the other room.”

I offered her a soda and we sat down in the family room and chatted. She looked amazing! Her ass was incredible. She was wearing a loose fitting blouse that kept falling forward when she reached over to pick up her drink. I could see right down her top. She was wearing a thin white lace bra. Every once in a while I could clearly see her nipples poking through the thin material.

We must have lost all track of time because about an hour later my wife was heading out the door to go to work.

“Listen,” she said, “I’m going to head out. You guys behave. I’m going to work the night away and I’ll see you in the morning.” Lori bent over and gave me a kiss.

We lived in mid-Michigan city, so I looked out the window and I quickly realized that I was alone with her foxy sister. I thought to myself how am I going to entice this young vixen?

“Say Nancy, perhaps you should get into something more comfortable,” I stated. “Why not put on your pajamas and join me for a movie?”

She seemed a little apprehensive about us being alone with the kids fast asleep, but I told her not to be shy.

“Look, I’ll pop some popcorn and get some drinks ready,” I suggested.

She did just that. Nancy thought it was a great idea. She told me to go ahead and cue the movie. She said that she’d slip into some of her pajamas and whatever else, I assured her, to make herself at home. Of course by now my male hormones were starting to kick in. I had never spent any time with Nancy on my own let alone a whole night. This was going to be interesting.

I slipped a video into the player. We shared a bowl of popcorn, and some alcoholic refreshments. During the video we chatted a bit about, school and the drinks. Nancy said that she was enjoying herself and really enjoyed being with me because she would have been exceptionally bored at home.

I’ve got a real thing for teenagers; Nancy was no exception at the time. I’d fantasized a couple of times about what she wore underneath her clothes. I always fantasized that she’d be a tiger naked. The idea of her wearing nothing brought me to attention.

After the movie, we cleaned up the living room.

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” asked Nancy.

“Of course not,” I responded. “Let me get you a fresh towel. You can use the shower”

The shower we had was small and tight. It had lots of jets that spray your entire body. While she was in the shower and I went to our room to get my pajamas. The door to the bathroom was closed. I changed quickly. I knocked on the door and asked Nancy if it was all right if I could use the washroom, since it was the only one, she said, “sure.” When I entered I could see Nancy’s reflection in the two- way mirror mounted on the wall. She was in the shower, which had a semitransparent curtain.

I could see the outline of Nancy’s body including her shapely ass and her nice firm breasts. She was washing her hair. As she massaged her scalp, her breasts would jiggle back and forth from the movement of her arms. I could see the hair on her pussy was dripping wet between hers legs. I was transfixed. I knew I should hurry up and get out the room because she’d be able to see me if she stepped out of the shower. Reluctantly I left.

About ten minutes later she came down the hallway and into the living room. She was wearing a pair of light blue tank top. They looked great. The pajama top was quite tight since she has bigger boobs than my wife. Her shirt took the attention away but her buttons was revealing and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were straining against the material.

“Would you like to watch another movie?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said, “that would be great.”

I was an avid collector of VHS’s so I always have the most current releases available. Even though I had a ton of recent movies, she chose, Fatal Attraction.

“Maybe watching this will warm me up on this cool night,” she giggled.

I could think of other ways to take care of that. We cooked up another batch of popcorn, grabbed some more refreshments, and settled in for the flick. About half way through the movie, Nancy said she was a little chilly. I got a big comforter from the closet and put it over the two of us. This seemed to please Nancy. She moved a bit closer to me and laid her head on my shoulder while we continued to watch the movie. I instinctively put my arm around her and got cozy as well. With her leaning on me like that, I could see down the front of her shirt. Her boobs were amazing. I desperately wanted to put my hand down the front of her shirt and play with her nipples but I knew better. I prayed that the growing bulge in my pants would go unnoticed by Nancy. Or did I?

The movie ended around midnight.

“I’m getting very sleepy,” said Nancy. “I think I’ll get ready for bed.”

“Why don’t you use my daughter’s room,” I said. “I’ll help you change the sheets.”

We got the room ready and both headed off too bed in separate directions. Before I left her, she gave me a peck on the cheek and thanked me for being so kind to her. As I lay in my bed I was imagining her naked and her joining me.

About two hours later I was awoken by Nancy. She was standing beside my bed still dressed in her pajamas.

“I’m a little chilly and I want to get some sleep,” she informed me.

“Listen,” I said gallantly, “you climb into the bed and get warm. I’ll put my shirt back on and sleep on the couch in the living room.”

“Now who’s the one that’s being silly,” she responded. “This king size bed has more than enough room for the two of us.”

I agreed without hesitation and hopped back into bed. Even though Nancy was my sister-in-law, it was a little strange lying next to another woman after a few of years of marriage. I had a hard time sleeping. So did Nancy. She got up to go to the bathroom and was gone for several minutes. When she came back into the room, I noticed that when the light from the moon hit her pajamas, I could clearly see the outline of her nipples. They were very hard. This was probably due to the cool temperature. I could also see the outline of her bikini panties. They were smaller than any panties I had ever seen my wife in. I was afraid that my now raging hard-on was going to give my thoughts away.

Nancy slid back under the sheets and was lying on her side. She curled up into the fetal position and had her ass pressed up against my bulge. That was about all I could stand. I rolled onto my back.

“Is everything okay?” she asked. “Everything’s fine,” I grunted.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt one of Nancy’s hands on my chest. She had rolled over onto her stomach and had her arm over my body. I thought she was asleep. But as I lay there, almost paralyzed with fear, her hand started to creep lower. Finally she had her hand on top of the bulge in my pants. Then, without warning, she slipped her hand inside my pajama bottoms and began to massage my cock. Now I knew she was awake.

“What are you doing,” I asked stupidly.

“Don’t you like it?” she said.

“Of course I do,” I stammered.

“Then just relax and enjoy yourself,” she coyly said.

“What would your sister think of this?” I pleaded.

“Don’t worry about her, I always took things that belonged to her,” she giggled.

By now she had moved her head down to my crotch and had helped me to pull my pants and underwear off. She was gently blowing warm air around my fully engorged cock. Then she began to suck on my cock with a gentle swirling motion of her tongue. I was in ecstasy. I’d been so worked up during the evening that I was afraid I would cum before things had gone any further, but I managed to keep calm.

All the while she was working on my cock I was trying get my hand up Nancy’s top to massage those beautiful boobs. While still sucking on my cock she rolled over on her side so that her front was facing me. Now I could undo her buttons with ease. As I did, her firm tits sprang out of the top and stood squarely in front of me. Her rosy, but tiny pink nipples were hard and erect. She was gorgeous. This was all too much. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Look out,” I screamed, “I’m going to cum.”

My cum splattered all over her luscious boobs. She scooped up my juice and licked off her fingers with great fever.

But the fun was only just beginning. I just had to have a nibble. I rolled Nancy onto her back and kissed her fully on the lips. We exchanged tongues at a furious pace. My hand started to massage her naked tits. They were magnificently firm. And her nipples were small and erect, I hadn’t felt boobs like that since I was 18. I kissed and nibbled her neck and worked my way lower. I finally reached Nancy’s breasts with my teeth. I kissed her nipples lightly and then put them between my teeth and bit on them gently. She started to moan in pleasure. I knew I had to take this further.

While continuing on her tits, I let my left hand wander over her flat stomach until it reached the top of her bottoms. I inched my fingers under the waistband and slid them into her pants. I kept reaching further until I got to the top of her panties. As I slipped my fingers under the elastic, I could feel the trace of her pubic hair. It felt soft and curly under my delicate touch. As I inched even further down, all the while kissing her tiny swollen nipples, I felt her moistened slit with the tips of my fingers. Her clit was small. Yet, it was becomming engorged and her panties were slightly wet. I stroked my finger up and down her slit, occasionally slipping one inside her hot cavity. She was moaning very loudly.

“Take off my bottoms,” she yelled ecstatically.

This came as a complete shock, but she didn’t have to ask me twice. With the full moon shining through the crack in the drapes I could see her body as if it were daylight. I sat up on the bed and helped her to pull down her pants. She gave a slight lift to her ass which made it easier. I left her panties in place on purpose. I love lingerie, and I just had to see these. They were yellow lace panties. They were just like something out of the Victoria’s Secret catalogue that my wife received each month. The material was wedged inside her crack and she looked ever so slutty. Although I loved the look of them in the moonlight, they were definitely in the way. I slowly eased them down, over her knees, and tossed them on the floor.

Nancy ran her hand through her pussy hair and stuck a finger in her moist opening. She then licked her fingers very seductively.

“How does that taste?” I asked.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself,” she urged.

With that, she spread her legs as wide as she could and pulled her cunt open with both her hands. I got down between her widely spread legs and began to kiss her thighs. My kisses got closer and closer to the target

“Stick your tongue in my pussy,” she begged. “I can’t take anymore of your teasing.”

I finally did as I was told. I flicked my tongue over her clit and she shuddered in excitement. I then worked up and down her slit as she grabbed the back of my head and pushed it further into her pussy. My fingers were helping to keep her lips open as I sucked on her clit. It was big enough that I could gently bite it with my teeth. I had only worked her with my tongue for a few minutes, but that was enough. She bucked in orgasm and the floodgates opened.

“No one’s ever eaten me out like that before,” she confessed, “as a matter-of-fact this is my first time ever.”

“Do you enjoy it?” I inquired.

A sly look came over her face.

“Do you think we could talk dirty while we have sex?” she asked demurely. I readily agreed.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy again, or am I gonna fuck you silly?” I taunted.

“Lick me, lick me,” she pleaded. “Lick me ’til I cum.”

I dove back down between her legs and licked her silly. She was practically squealing in delight.

“You’re so damned wet,” I shouted. “I’ve never seen so much pussy juice.”

“If you keep doing what you’re doing you’ll taste a lot more,” she moaned.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “I’m so close.” I continued to flick her clit with my tongue until she flooded may face with cum. It was delicious.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, “that was so intense.”

By now I was aching hard again. I wanted to fuck her so badly. After years of lust and fantasy, it was finally coming true.

“I want that cock deep inside my pussy,” she yelled.

Who was I to deny a beautiful woman her wishes? She grabbed my cock and sucked it up and down with her spit-covered tongue. It was so wet it was dripping. She then guided my cock to her moist and eager slit. With a slow and steady pace I plunged my cock deep into her open and yearning cunt. For a woman who had had 2 children, she was amazingly tight. I could feel her pussy muscles as she tightened them around my cock.

“Pump me,” she screamed. “Pump me hard. Grind my pussy with that hard cock.”

I fucked her as hard as I could. She had her legs wrapped around my back, and was almost forcing me deeper into her pussy. After letting me out of her leg grip, I flipped her onto her front and slammed into her from behind. She moved her sexy ass to meet my every thrust. Her firm and ripe tits were swaying back and forth as I pumped her cunt over and over.

“Ride my pussy,” she moaned. “Take me all the way.”

After 50 or 55 minutes of this, Nancy said she wanted to get on top. I rolled onto my back and she got into position. She grabbed my swollen cock and guided it into her steaming hole. The whole bedroom was filled with sweat and juices. It was incredible. Watching her whole body slam up and down on my cock was wild. Her tits were jiggling in front of my very eyes. I grabbed them and pulled her towards my mouth so I could suck her nipples.

“Suck my tits,” she yelled, “suck them harder.”

As she was riding my rigid pole, she would sink down against my groin and grind our pubic hairs together. It was an unbelievable feeling. Her pussy tightened harder again, around my aching cock. I could feel her orgasm dripping out of her and covering my balls. We’d been fucking for close to an hour.

“I can’t hold back any longer,” I yelled. “I’m about to cum again.”

“I want you to cum all over my face,” she shouted.

Although I had never done this on purpose to any woman, I had seen it several times in porno movies. I jumped at the chance. Nancy quickly rolled onto her back and I straddled her chest with my legs. I noticed my cock was black and blue from her tightness. I never had a virgin. Nancy didn’t hesitate, she grabbed my rock hard cock and pumped it up and down while playing with my balls. Bingo! I let loose a never-ending stream of cum that landed in her hair, covered her face, and splattered her succulent boobs. I was spent. We lay there in the bed in our own juices. In seemed totally natural. We were so caught up in our sexual antics that we hadn’t even noticed that the time flew by.

“Why don’t we take a shower together,” Nancy suggested. “Then we can change the sheets, and get some sleep.”

In the shower we managed to fuck again. This time I pumped her pussy full of sperm. She wasn’t on the pill or anything but I figured it was her first time and it’d be safe.

In the next few hours we slept in each other’s arms. My wife called and said that she had to work overtime. Nancy and I had another fucking session before the children awoken!

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Short Skirt

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“That’s not short!” Snorted our new friend Ian, as my wife paraded in front of us. Joy stopped and looked at us all. I was sat grinning and Sarah, Ian’s wife was too.

“You said you were going to wear a short skirt to the party” Ian continued to wind up my wife.

My wife stood before us in a blue suit with a skirt about 2 inches above her knees. It showed her long legs off really well and I knew she felt good in it.

“Not short enough eh?” She shot back at him, “you just wait!” With that she stormed from the hotel room and disappeared.

The three of us laughed as she left and wondered what would happen next. It had all started when we arrived at the hotel a week back to find that there was a celebration party in the hotel for the guests. It was the tenth anniversary for the present owners and they were having a lavish bash.

We had met Ian and Sarah early on and got on really well with them. I had watched Ian looking longingly at Joy from our first meeting. He kept stealing looks down her cleavage and at her legs whenever he had a chance.

One night after sex, I quizzed my wife about him.

“Would you fuck Ian if you got a chance?” I ventured.

“Mmm maybe” she replied and I got hard again…

The skirt thing had started because we had all been talking about what to wear. Ian had badgered her into wearing a “Short” skirt and Joy had said she had intended too. Ian clearly thought it wasn’t short enough!

When Joy came back into the room we all sat stunned. She had cleverly pinned the skirt up until it was just decent enough to go out in, if you had the bottle!

“Now you’re talking girl!” Grinned Ian, “fabulous legs!”

“Like it?” Joy queried as she strutted in front of us.

Ian and I just ogled my wife and it was Sarah who spoke.

“Wear that and you might get more than you expect!”

We all giggled and Joy said, “OK, this then” and left the room.

I was a little embarrassed and glanced across at Sarah. She had slipped a hand into her man’s lap and was gently stroking his erect cock through his trousers.

Sure enough, on the night of the party Joy wore the skirt. When we entered the ballroom, we spotted Ian and Sarah right away. Joy was watched by most of the men present as we moved over to Ian’s table. He watched her intently, his eyes fixed on her long legs.

The party was filled with guests some in nice revealing outfits like Joy’s but none quite as short.

Sarah had a cocktail dress on which exposed her nice cleavage. It wasn’t long before the dancing started and Ian monopolised my wife neatly. At one point Sarah leant over to me and said, “I think my husband wants to fuck your wife.”
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Sunbathing Saturday

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In the summer of 1973 Aunt Patricia came to visit. She wasn’t my real aunt, not a blood relation, but she was my mother’s oldest friend and I had always known her as ‘aunty’. I didn’t know much about her really, just the bare bones of her life. I knew she’d met my mother in London during the dark years of the Second World War, when she was 16. She’d been orphaned by the Luftwaffe during the blitz and had managed quite competently on her own despite her tender age. No doubt her pretty face and voluptuous figure opened doors for her, and she was a very wealthy woman in 1973.

Patricia arrived in mid July and was still there a month later on a hot Saturday afternoon in August. She’d made a fuss of me when she eased herself elegantly from her Bentley, teasing me mildly about how much I’d grown, how I’d filled out etc, and I was treated to a butterfly winged kiss on the cheek, her subtle scent gently enveloping me when she briefly held me close to her bosom. Patricia was grace and elegance personified. She was always tastefully dressed and immaculately groomed, simply oozing sophistication. Her face was still beautiful and her figure voluptuous and curvy at the age of 46. It was her figure that I noticed on that fateful Saturday afternoon when I spied her sunbathing on the patio at the rear of our house.

I’d been out, and mum and dad were away. We weren’t expecting them back until late Sunday, and it appeared that Patricia had taken advantage of being alone and decided to get in a spot of sunbathing. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw her from an upstairs window. She was stretched out on a sun lounger gloriously naked, and I feasted my eyes on her magnificent, oiled body. My cock stiffened instantly as I gloried in Patricia’s total abandonment. Her full, round breasts and dark brown nipples glistened with the sheen of her sun oil and were a magnet for my hungry eyes. I was captivated by the sight of her crinkly haired pubic bush, as my eyes roved over every glorious, naked inch of her voluptuous body.

I’d never seen a naked woman before in my life and my stomach flipped and fluttered as I stood for long minutes, drinking in every detail of Patricia’s nakedness. The lust for the mature woman was an ache in my hard cock, and I conjured up vivid fantasy images of her in my fevered 18 year old mind. I longed to suck on her big, rubbery nipples, to maul her heavy tits with both hands, and to stab at her experienced cunt with my virgin prick.

I had a brief moment of panic when Patricia sat upright on the lounger. Her tits swung and wobbled weightily as Patricia raised herself, and I was relieved to see that she was just changing position, turning over to sun her back when she settled down on the lounger again. I committed the detail of Patricia’s shapely figure and fleshy buttocks to memory as I spied on her from the cool interior of the house. My cock was still throbbing stiffly, begging for release, and I found myself standing in the doorway of Patricia’s bedroom.

I had no idea how I came to be in her room. I had moved on automatic pilot and the first conscious moment I can recall is the remnant of Patricia’s scent wafting on the warm air of her bright, sunlit room. I went to the chest of drawers and, ever so quietly, slid the drawers open one by one. I found her underwear and pulled a lacy brassiere from the pile, a silky pair of cami-knickers dropping to the carpet as I pulled the bra out. I picked up the soft, velvety panties and felt the soft texture of the garment with my finger tips. I held the brassiere up to my nose and sniffed Patricia’s scent deeply, unzipping my jeans as I did so.

I wrapped the silky panties around my cock and wanked hard. I was filled with desire for the mature Patricia, and the closest I could get to fulfilling my fantasy was to masturbate into her underclothes. Looking back it was complete madness, pulling my cock in our guest’s bedroom, her underwear drawer hanging open. I was tempting fate, begging to be caught in the act, but the sight of Patricia’s unashamed, abandoned nudity sent me temporarily insane.

It didn’t take me long to come. With a low moan and a vigorously pumping hand, I spurted my hot semen into the delicate fabric of Patricia’s undies. The silken garment caught most of the flood, but a few thick drops of white, sticky goo dribbled onto the carpet. When my cock finally stopped its spitting, and my breathing had returned to near normal, I put the bra back in the drawer, cleaned myself up as best I could, and taking the ruined knickers with me, left the room.

I hid the panties in my bedroom and went down into the kitchen, making some noise so Patricia would know I was back and could get herself covered up.

‘Oh, hello Richie,’ she said as she padded into the kitchen on her bare feet. ‘Have you had a good time?’

‘Yes thanks, aunty Pat,’ I replied, allowing my eyes to flicker over Patricia’s now bikini clad body.

When I looked into Patricia’s face I noticed that she’d seen my brief appraisal of her voluptuous curves, and I reddened at the fact of being caught in the act. If only she’d seen me 15 minutes earlier!

‘Well, I’d better go and make myself decent,’ Patricia said brightly. ‘I’ll go and cover myself up. It’s not nice for you to see me half nude,’ she added.

Was she teasing me I thought to myself as I watched Patricia’s lovely arse wiggle in her bikini briefs when she left me alone in the kitchen. She’d seen me ogling her big tits for sure, and I would have been happy enough if she’d stayed in her bikini all afternoon. Even though I’d spunked my load only 15 minutes earlier, I could feel my cock thickening again as I thought lewdly about my mother’s friend.

When Patricia came back downstairs I noticed a strange look on her face. I couldn’t define it, but it was a sly, feline look. A slight upwards curl at the corners of her mouth, and a narrowing of the eyes. What did that look mean? I asked myself. Or is it just my imagination? I wasn’t sure at all.

Patricia had bathed, washing the oily residue from her body, and was now dressed in a light coloured cotton summer frock. The dress that Patricia was wearing was showing a generous amount of cleavage, and I surreptitiously admired the light, golden hued upper slopes of her bountiful, braless breasts. I could see the outline of her thick nipples as they pushed against the thin cotton, and a vivid image of Patricia’s earlier nakedness flashed across the screen in my mind like a slideshow.

‘I’m going to have a glass of wine on the terrace,’ Patricia said as she opened the fridge door. ‘Would you like one?’

‘Er… sure,’ I replied as Patricia looked at me, her head tilted to one side questioningly.

Patricia poured the wine as we sat down together, the warm afternoon giving way to a balmy early evening.

‘Ah, that’s good,’ sighed Patricia appreciatively as she took a sip of her wine and leant back in her chair. She crossed her smoothly shaven legs as she relaxed and I noted the clean, elegant lines of her exquisitely sculpted calves.

‘So Richie, how are things?’ She enquired, opening the conversation.

‘Yeah, not bad thanks aunty,’ I responded. Not really giving too much away at all.

‘How’s college? You must be fighting all the young women off.’ Patricia said, a glint in her eye. Was she teasing me? I couldn’t fathom her out.

I reddened at the reference to girlfriends, and Patricia laughed softly at my discomfort when I mumbled that I didn’t have a female companion.

‘Well, I would have thought that a handsome young man like you would have any number of eager young girls to choose from,’ she said in a low voice, looking at me with those narrowed eyes over the rim of her glass.

My face burned as my embarrassment heightened. Why was she teasing me like this? I had the notion that Patricia was playing with me, and I was very uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going.

‘Hmm,’ Patricia studied me coolly. ‘Are you a virgin Richie?’ The question stunned me by its directness, and I could only stare at Patricia with disbelief written all across my features. ‘Well?’ she persisted.

I nodded dumbly and Patricia leant forwards, almost whispering her next question. ‘Were you in my bedroom earlier?’

My mind boggled. How did she know? Had she noticed the missing knickers? Had I disturbed something? It was irrelevant anyway; she knew I’d been in there, and that was all that mattered.

‘Sorry aunt Patricia,’ I said with a hangdog expression. I was ashamed of my behaviour, but I had been in the grip a lust fuelled insanity, powerless to resist.

It should have dawned on me then. If Patricia knew I’d been in her room, why wasn’t she spitting with rage? I had invaded her private space, rifled through her possessions and defiled her with my obscene act. Rather than being angered, Patricia seemed amused by the whole incident. Of course the shock of her questions, and being caught out in such an indecency had fogged my powers of logical thought. I was more concerned with the consequences.

‘Did you see me sunbathing?’ Another nod from me, I hung my head with the shame.

Patricia said nothing more for the moment; she just looked at me levelly. Then she spoke, ‘You don’t know much about me, do you Richie?’ I looked up into her face, puzzled. ‘I met your mother during the war.’ Patricia seemed to slip into some sort of reverie. ‘I was 16,’ – she continued absently, a distant look in her eyes as though she was actually looking back into the past – ‘and your mum worked as a secretary for a man at the Home Office.’ She paused there, and her eyes focussed once more as she looked directly at me.

Patricia told me the story of her early life. About how she met my mother during a party that had been organised for my mother’s boss, who was also Patricia’s lover. He was Lord ‘somebody or other’, a big wig at the Home Office, and had found the ripening Patricia very much to his taste. He had established the pretty, young girl in a smart little pied-à-terre, lavished her with gifts and taught her how to please a man’s carnal desires. Despite the circumstances of Patricia’s private life my mother and she had become firm friends after that party,. Whilst my mother followed the more conventional route of marriage and quiet suburbia, Patricia had trodden a path towards high class call girl when her lover took his interest elsewhere. She was the most sought after whore in London by the time she was 21.

I was shocked by the revelation that my aunt Patricia was a prostitute, and she left me to absorb the information when she went in search of a fresh bottle of white.

‘I have 3 houses house, and several girls working,’ Patricia continued as she returned with the chilled bottle. That explained the money and the lavish automobile, the collection of expensive clothing and shoes. A lot of pieces to the jigsaw suddenly fell into place now, but I was puzzled by Patricia’s decision to tell me such sensitive, personal information. As if reading my mind she explained. ‘I’ve opened my legs for lords and common men alike, and I’ve turned a pretty penny indeed,’ she said in a low voice. ‘But…’ She leant towards me, placing her elegant hand on my thigh. ‘I have a yen for young men.’ Her fingers squeezed gently and moved higher along my leg.

I just sat dumbly, my brain not making sense of Patricia’s blatant invitation. She had basically told me that she wanted to fuck me, that she liked young men and I was on the list for tonight, but I was pole axed by everything she’d revealed to me and incapable of acting.

Patricia stood up and held her hand out to me before she led me through the kitchen and up the staircase towards her room. I held her hand as we climbed the stairs, still not fully realising what was happening.

‘I know you saw me this afternoon, and that you came into my room,’ Patricia whispered as she released my hand. ‘That looks like cum,’ she pointed to where my spunk had spattered onto the carpet that afternoon. ‘You pulled your cock right here, didn’t you?’ She was very close to me now, I could smell her and feel the heat from her body she was so close. In spite of my fuzzy brain, my prick rose to the occasion and stiffened swiftly in my jeans.

Patricia kissed my dry lips gently and pushed the palm of her hand against the bulging front of my jeans ‘Did you like what you saw?’ she asked throatily. ‘I think you must have,’ she continued and answered her own question, ‘Otherwise you wouldn’t have wanked in my room. You’re such a bad boy.’

She unzipped my jeans and undid the button, allowing her access to my rigid cock. ‘Mmmm, you won’t have to wank any more darling,’ she said as she scooped my prick and balls out of my pants. ‘My, my, my,’ she said with genuine appreciation. ‘That is such a lovely specimen.’

Patricia peeled my foreskin gently back and revealed the spongy, purple dome of my cock head. I groaned out loud as she gently squeezed and massaged my prick. ‘Do you like aunty Patricia playing with your fat cock?’ she asked. The vulgarity of her phrase excited me beyond words, and the perverted reference to her being my aunt only fuelled my desire.

She laughed when I gulped and nodded. I looked down to see my thick cock held in Patricia’s slim fingered hand. She was expertly wanking me, bringing me very close to the edge, and she must have sensed my threatening explosion and stopped her manipulation.

‘Take your clothes off,’ she ordered, and pulled the cotton dress she was wearing down over her shoulders. She wriggled free of the dress as I hastily disrobed, and then stood in all her magnificent, naked glory, hands on her broad hips, looking at me with a haughty expression on her pretty face.

She strode over to me, her big jugs wobbling enticingly as she walked, and kissed me once more on the lips. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and we kissed like real lovers for the first time. I had kissed girls before, but this kiss was different. It was the first time I’d kissed a naked woman, and it held the promise of my sexual awakening, my initiation into manhood, and the taking of my virginity by this experienced, mature goddess.

As we kissed deeply I felt Patricia’s breasts squash up against my chest, and I could feel her slightly abrasive pubic bush against my thigh. I was in a state of high arousal now, and I was achingly desperate to penetrate the mystery of Patricia’s cunt.

Patricia, being expert in all matters sexual, knew that my need was urgent and sought to calm me down a little. She drew a hot bath, and after tenderly washing me down with soap and a flannel, she joined me in the steaming, foamy water. I lathered up the soap in my hands and soaped up Patricia’s body, not because she needed washing, but because I wanted to feel the texture of her skin under my hands. I savoured the feel of her springy, heavy tits and the thickly erect nipples that tipped her full globes. Eventually we left the bathroom and made our way to Patricia’s bed.

I watched in delight as Patricia lay back on the soft bed and spread her long thighs for me. I gazed in awe at her sex and saw a smile of amusement flicker across Patricia’s face.

‘Come here,’ she said, her voice leaden and heavy with lust. ‘Get between my thighs and let me show you how to lick a woman’s cunt.’

Her use of the word sent a frisson of delight through me. It was shocking to hear Patricia use such profane language, but I did as I was bid and lay down on the bed, Patricia’s freshly bathed pussy inches from my face.

Patricia reached down and parted the thick folds of her loose labia with the tips of her fingers exposing her gooey pinkness. She gave me my first lesson in how to please a woman with my tongue, and I proved to be a willing, and apparently capable pupil.

‘Oh yes,’ she moaned as I tentatively dabbed at her large clit. ‘Lick my clit baby, that feels so good.’ I tongued at Patricia’s opening as she requested, and tasted the syrupy juice that she was dribbling. ‘That’s it baby. Oh yes, that’s beautiful,’ she cried as I moved from the rim of her pussy to her clit and back, licking and probing at her, her moans of delight spurring me on.

‘I’m going to come darling. Come on… that’s it… on my clit… harder… up and down, baby… ooooh!’ Patricia was panting as her climax built; her grunts taking on an animal quality as I furiously tongue fucked her. Finally she exploded into a noisy orgasm, her body shaking with the intensity I had brought to her with my tonguing. Patricia held my head tightly and pushed her sopping sex into my face, smearing her juice across my chin and cheeks.

‘Baby, that was fucking gorgeous,’ Patricia said when she’d calmed down a little. She manoeuvred her body so that she could kiss me again and she licked her own cum juices from my face before kissing me deeply and passionately. ‘Darling, I almost pissed cum,’ she said when she released me from the kiss. ‘You have great potential, if that’s the first time you’ve licked a woman… phew.’

Patricia pushed me over so I was lying on my back. I put a couple of pillows under my head so I could watch as I was about to get my first blow job. My toes curled when Patricia wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. Her warm mouth was wet and welcoming, and I felt her busy tongue move slickly around the knob of my cock as she sucked on me. She wanked the root of my cock with her hand as she sucked, and I knew I was going to blast off very shortly.

As she sucked and wanked at me Patricia managed to look me right in the eyes, winking at me as my thick prick distorted her lovely features. Her lips were stretched around the girth of my cock and I was staggered by how much of the length Patricia could get into her mouth. ‘I’m going to come aunty,’ I groaned out a warning. ‘Oh, God, I’m going to…’

The spunk spurted from my cock, forcing Patricia to swallow fast. It just kept on spitting from me and I kept my eyes locked on the sight of Patricia swallowing furiously, my seed overflowing from between her stretched lips and my shaft. She let my still spunking cock slip from her lips and was instantly rewarded by a jet of thick, stringy come spattering onto her cheek. More of the stuff landed wetly on the upper slopes of her divine breasts and finally, I was done.

‘That was a lot of spunk darling,’ said Patricia as she wiped the goo from her cheeks with the back of her hand. ‘That’s why I love young men, they’re so virile and can come buckets.’ She heaved herself to her knees, and before I knew what was happening she had squatted over my thighs, and was easing her thick lipped cunt down over my still hard cock.

I watched in amazement as Patricia’s sticky pussy lips enveloped my prick, and I felt, for the first time, the sublime sensation of a vagina gripping my thickness. I was in a strange place mentally. On one hand my senses were being overloaded as my brain tried to recognise all of the new sensations at once. The warmth and wetness of Patricia’s cock hungry opening, the tightness of it gripping me as she flexed her inner muscles, the sound of her moaning in satisfaction as she impaled herself on my manhood, the smell of her arousal and the heaviness of her weight as she used her hands on my chest to steady herself, all clamouring for attention within my tortured brain.

On the other hand I was somehow detached. I can still recall, with great clarity, the way Patricia’s big, heavy tits swayed and wobbled as she fucked up and down on my cock. I can still see the puckered texture of her nipples, as they stood out long and thickly erect with her excitement, and the look of ecstasy on her contorted features. Patricia’s eyes were tightly shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as she let herself be taken by the feeling of my hardness deep in her belly.

I reached up to feel Patricia’s breasts, and she opened her eyes to smile down at me when she felt my hands upon her skin. ‘You feel lovely baby,’ she said. ‘So thick, you’re stretching me open. It’s divine.’ Patricia continued to slap her fleshy buttocks down hard against my thighs, the sound of our fucking cracking sharply with each thrust.

After a few minutes of energetic coupling, Patricia lifted herself from my glistening prick. It was coated with her juice, and I could see that my lover’s thighs were slick with the wetness that had poured from her. Patricia lay back on the bed and offered herself to me again in a wide legged invitation.

I pushed myself into her and Patricia wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. We kissed and made tender love gently for a while until her need grew urgent. I lifted myself up onto my palms, arms fully outstretched, and I began to fuck into Patricia with hard, savage strokes. Her back arched and her fingers clawed at the sheets as I powered into Patricia’s soaking cunt, slamming myself viciously against her, my pubic bone clashing against her large, oversensitive clit.

‘Come on lover; make me come,’ she cried out shrilly at my efforts. ‘That’s right, hard and deep. Come on, fuck that big, fat pick into my cunt,’ she exhorted. Patricia was certainly vocal when she was aroused, and I found her use of profanity very exciting.

‘Come on, that’s it… I’m going to come. Oh yes… fuck me, fuck me with your lovely, fat fucking cock… YES!!!!’ Patricia screamed as her orgasm took her. Her hips bucked spastically as she let the waves of her climax break, her big tits wobbled on her chest, and I saw the cords on her neck stand out alarmingly as Patricia screamed out her joy.

Finally I fucked my mature teacher from behind, holding her broad hips in my hands as I fed my meat into her. Patricia was on her elbows and knees, her big, shapely arse high in the air, and she was sobbing with sheer pleasure as we fucked like a pair of rutting animals.

‘Oh fuck, I’m going to shoot into you,’ I said through gritted teeth when I felt my spunk begin to surge.

‘Do it in me baby, let me feel it shoot inside me,’ Patricia responded, panting as she lifted herself, resting on her hands now rather than her elbows. She pushed back against me to meet my thrusts, and the sight of her rippling buttocks tipped me over the edge. ‘Fuck, oh shit… here it comes,’ I grunted as my cock began to spit its hot load deep into Patricia.

‘I can feel it, I can feel it,’ she cried delightedly as my seed jetted into her molten cunt. I could only grunt in reply as my prick unleashed its venom. It felt as though Patricia’s body was sucking the very core out of me, the marrow from my bones, and I sobbed with the intensity of the release.

I pulled my cock out of Patricia and lay spent, my body glistening with sweat from the exertion, my chest heaving as I fought to control my breathing.

Patricia cuddled up close to me and pressed her soft body against me. We kissed and talked long into the night and I fucked the wanton bitch 3 more times before dawn’s early fingers lit the morning sky. My parents weren’t due back until that evening, so I had ample opportunity to play with my lover for the rest of that day.

I wonder how long my aunty Pat is going to be staying? I think I’ll have to go and visit her at work sometime when she goes back. Perhaps meet some of her girls!

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Suzis New Bikini

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It was nice hot summer’s day and a group of us had decided to meet up at the beach. Having the day totally free I got there early, picking up a choice sparking spot and being able to get a nice spot to dump my stuff on the beach. Then I went swimming.

Others arrived as the day wore on and we were all just mucking around generally, sometimes in the water and sometimes not. No harm and we weren’t bothering anyone. Just a bunch of young adults enjoying themselves.

Little Suzy was one of the last to arrive. Cute little kid with a cute little car. I suppose the car give the lie to her being a kid as she’d have to be eighteen to have her license. Still, it amused me to call her that, mainly because it drove her wild.

We were all in the water when Suzy arrived. She came scampering over the sand in this little white bikini, and if the car didn’t say she was of age, her figure in that bikini did. I was almost offended, it was so small, and I had to bite my tongue not to tell her to go and get some clothes on. She’d have loved that, I bet.

She came wading out to join the group and was already waist deep when this slightly larger wave came rolling in. It washed around her, almost coming up to her neck and then the water died down and I was looking at little Suzy and thinking, “Oh shit.”

I had to look twice. Three times, actually. The first time I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The second was to make sure I wasn’t mistaken. The third was because she had quite lovely little breasts and they were on plain view and I didn’t want to look away.

I moved very quickly, cutting between her and the crowd, shielding her from view. She looked at me curiously as I moved closer.

“Hi, Mike,” she said smiling. “What’s up?”

“My blood pressure. What the hell do you think you’re wearing?”

“It’s a bikini. What’s wrong with it? Everyone wears them.”

“Not like that one,” I told her. “Take a look.” I nodded towards her breasts, not daring to look at them while she was this close.

She looked down and went white, then red, then white again. She finished up choosing a nice red blush as her arms crossed in front of her. Her lovely new white bikini turned totally transparent when wet and it was as though she was topless.

“Stay like that for a moment,” I told her, and sank below the water. Then I was standing again, shaking the water from my head and smiling.

“Same down below,” I told her. “I could see you’ve shaped a nice little landing strip down there. I could also see the playing field at the end of the strip.”

Suzy was horrified, and infuriated that I was finding it amusing.

“It’s not funny,” she hissed at me, almost crying. “What am I supposed to do?”

“That depends on how much of an exhibitionist you are. You can join the group like that. The boys sure won’t mind.”

The killing look dismissed that idea.

“Ah, well,” I said. “I guess you’d better head in towards the shore. You can lie down in the shallows for a few moments to protect your modesty while I go up and get a towel to wrap around you.”

That plan was more to her taste and it was only a minute or so before I was approaching her, towel in hand. I was not going to let her wrap it around herself while she lay in the water, I told her. She could damn well stand up and wrap it.

She did so, reluctantly, but I did my bit and looked deliberately elsewhere while she wrapped herself up. Then she went stalking past me and up the beach.

“What do you intend doing now,” I asked.

“Get dressed and go home,” she said bitterly. “I can’t hang around here, now can I? How can I explain why I can’t go swimming? My day is ruined.”

“Could be worse,” I pointed out. “You might have joined the group before you found out.”

“God, don’t even think that,” she protested. “I’ll have nightmares. It’s bad enough that you saw me like that.”

She gave me a fulminating glare.

“Probably worse. You’ll be teasing me about it for months.”

“What, kid you about going swimming in a bikini made for sunbathing only? Wouldn’t dream of it. Anyone could make that sort of mistake.”

She could hear the laughter in my voice and tried to kick me. Fortunately the towel hindered this.

“All joking aside,” I said, “instead of getting dressed and going home, come on over to my van. I actually have several bikinis there, all of the tie-on variety. You can borrow one of those and then join us.”

“Dare I ask why you have several sets of women’s bikinis in your van?”

“I take my sister and her friends to the beach sometimes,” I explained. “It’s amazing how often they leave things behind. I can’t guarantee that the tops will be the same colour as the bottoms, but I have enough to make up a number of pairs. Non-see-through, as well,” I added.

She chewed on her lip a bit, thinking about my offer, but didn’t resist when I steered her in the direction of my van. I have quite a nice van. It doesn’t look much from the outside but it has a good engine and I’ve finished off the insides very nicely. While it’s not what is known as a sin bin, it suits me. The back of the van has tinted windows and, on a bright sunny day, it’s impossible to look in from the outside. It also has a nice bench seat in the back. Really a storage locker, but I’d padded the lid.

I opened the rear door and helped Suzy up, following her in. She was short enough to be able to stand. Me, I had to crouch somewhat. I promptly sat on the bench seat and open a little storage cupboard on one of the side walls.

“This is where I keep all the bits and pieces people leave behind,” I said. “Makes it easy to find something when the owner comes looking.”

I found a couple of likely items and handed them over to Suzy.

“Here, try these. If they’re no good I have more.”

I figured they’d suit as both pieces were tie on. That tends to make them one size fits all, depending on how much you want to cover or not cover.

Suzy took my offering, looking rather dubious. Both items were going to cover more than what she was currently wearing, but I had no objection to that. She really shouldn’t be flashing that much skin.

I waited and Suzy waited.

“Problem?” I finally asked.

“I’m waiting for you to close the door,” she said, indicating the rear door standing wide.

“No need,” I told her. “It’s just overlooking the ocean so no-one can see in and no-one’s going to come wandering past as I’m at the end of the row.”

“I was thinking more along the lines that you’d close it from the outside,” came the very pointed suggestion.

“Now why would I want to do anything so silly?” I asked quietly. “I liked what I saw earlier and I’d like to see it again. You just go right ahead and get changed.”

Don’t ever think that you understand women. I expected tantrums and abuse and then to be evicted. What I got was a shrug, Suzy turning her back to me, dropping the towel and stripping of her bikini.

“Damn it, Suzy,” I said, as she started tying on the new bikini. “That’s not fair. Turn around and face me.”

The little bitch just looked over her shoulder and laughed at me, continuing to tie on the bikini bottom. After that she put on the top and all I got to see from the strip show was a cute little bottom.

Now that the bikini was on she turned to face me, looking rather irate.

“Who,” she asked, “left this in your van? Ten ton Tessie from Texas? This things more suited to a gorilla than to a woman. What else have you got?”

It looked eminently suitable to me for a kid like Suzy. It covered everything she had and that was the way I preferred it. Except when it was me doing the looking. I sighed and turned back to the lost property cupboard.

“Don’t bother,” said Suzy. “I’ll look. You’ll probably come out with a burka and say it’s just the thing. You’re a terrible prude, you know.”

No, I did not know. I don’t object to abbreviated bikinis. I like abbreviated bikinis and women wearing them. It’s just I was reluctant for Suzy to wear one. There were a lot of lecherous men out there.

Suzy fished out what looked like pieces of tangled string with a few knots in it. I remembered a friend of my sister’s wearing that item and had thought it looked fantastic. Suddenly I considered it to be in very poor taste.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said.

Suzy just looked me dead in the eye and said, “Prude.”

Still looking at me she pulled the ties of the overlarge bikini and the bottom just dropped away and my lust jumped sky high. It went even higher when she dropped the top, standing there nude and smiling.

I wanted to throttle the little bitch. She just kept on grinning at me while she tied on the scraps of nothing that were supposed to be a string bikini.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked, posing provocatively.

“Over my dead body,” I told her. “Try something a little less extreme.”

She rolled her eyes upward as though beseeching heavenly help, but she did turn and fish out a somewhat more modest bikini. And she knew just where it was, reaching in with hardly a glance to get it. This one was brightly coloured, both pieces being two toned, all the colours appearing complimentary. That was one that I guessed would meet both our requirements, if only just.

Once again Suzy smiled at me as she stripped off the scraps of string.

“You,” she said seriously, “are not going to get over your hang-ups about me until you’ve given me a good fucking. When are you going to stop stuffing around and do it?”

I stared at her, appalled.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded.

“What I’m talking about is you stop being ridiculously gentlemanly where I’m concerned and start being a little more caddish.”

She bent forward, her naked breasts swinging deliciously, distracting me from what she was doing. I found out when her hand closed over my erection, poorly concealed beneath my bathers. She squeezed it.

“This proves my point. You know damn well you want me,” she said. “Why aren’t you doing something about it? Are you worried because I’m a virgin? I have to lose it sooner or later.”

Like I said, who can tell what a woman will do? I did know what I was going to do and the hell with it. I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap and kissed her.

She kissed me right back and while she was doing that my hands were exploring. I traced her breasts, noting that her nipples were already erect. Thinking back, they’d been erect when she took of that oversize bikini and I’d just refused to notice.

My hands traced her body going lower still, finally closing over her mound. Then my fingers explored, finding no resistance as I touched and probed.

Greedy little fingers were now running over my body, Suzy hitching herself to one side so she could touch my erection. I cursed softly and started trying to push my bathers down, feeling unwantedly constricted by them. Suzy joined in quite happily, then left me to struggle with them once enough of my erection was freed for her to play with it.

Naked and clutching at each other, we kissed and caressed, making delightfully free of each other’s body, happily enjoying the touches on our own.

It was blatantly obvious that I was ready for the next step, and some gentle probing showed me that Suzy was hot and wet and squirming. OK. I’ll admit some not so gentle probing also showed that, with Suzy’s squirming and gasping increasing with the roughness with which I handled her.

Then I was twisting her under me, laying her on her back on the bench, and I was coming down onto and into her. My erection butted up against her lips and then rudely pushed past. She gave a small shriek as I just as rudely pushed past her hymen, then clung to me, pushing frantically up to meet me as I continued to drive into her.

Her arms were wrapped around me, clinging to me, and her legs came up and clasped me, trying to draw me deeper and hold me there. I was quite content to sink in, pushing as deep as I could go, until our groins were rubbing hard against each other.

Suzy may have been a virgin but that young woman had a natural talent. Once engaged I started moving on her, quite forcefully. She didn’t bat an eye. She just made an excited gasping sound and started moving with me, pressing up against me just as hard and just as eagerly as me.

I knew how these things were supposed to go. You ease slowly into the virgin (assuming she’s willing), breaking her hymen gently, while whispering soft reassuring words. Then you establish a nice easy rhythm and lift her gradually to the heights, helping her to have her first orgasm before finishing off nicely and gently, cuddling her and telling her how wonderful she was.

All I can say is that Suzy had never read those rules and I was just ignoring them. I had drilled in hard, and the hell with her virginity, and she responded in the same way. Now we were banging hard against each other and we weren’t worrying about any rhythm. We wanted what we wanted and we wanted it now and we were taking it.

I took her hard, driving in again and again, and she responded in a like fashion, almost bouncing off the bench in her eagerness to accept me. We were both gasping, moving fast, full of a desperate energy that we had to burn off.

I was so horny and desperate for this woman that she again took me by surprise when she climaxed. I’d have sworn that I’d blow my cork before a young virgin would be anywhere near ready to respond. Instead of which she suddenly screamed and clamped tightly around me, a challenge to which I responded with enthusiasm, happily letting loose with my own climax.

I groaned back to full realisation of where I was after a few minutes and Suzy followed suit shortly after.

I was feeling dead, but happy. Suzy on the other hand was positively glowing, all smiles. She happily picked up the colourful bikini she’d chosen and put it on, and it fit her as though specially tailored for her. I was thinking maybe it was a little brief, caught the look in her eye and didn’t say a word. She smiled and nodded, accepting my capitulation.

Happy as Larry, she went prancing back down to the beach. I followed on behind, knowing full well that she was going to run me ragged for a long, long time.

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You Can Call Me Jo

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The night air was cool as we walked out of the club but we barely noticed, the drinks had really dulled the senses and the evenings’ entertainment had our minds on things other than the weather. John had come home on leave from the army and a boys night out had seemed like a really good plan except now it was 3:00 A.M. and we were pretty drunk not to mention pretty horny. Against my better judgment we decided to call my wife JoAnn. After about ten minutes of serious bitching she agreed to pick us up but not before making it clear that the strippers in the club were going to be the last bare titties I was going to see for a while.

The ride home loosened JoAnn up a little, John and I are very happy drunks, and as we got closer to the house I started thinking that a little two on one might make for a fun end for the evening. The only problem with my plan was my sweet little wife still wanted to be mad at me, although we had mellowed her out a little with our drunken antics on the way home she still wouldn’t respond to my advances. Every time I would put a hand on her thigh or try to cup her firm little titty she would push my hand away or move my arm from around her.

JoAnn and I had only been married about a year but we had been dating for three years before that and the one thing I knew is that, at twenty, she was the only woman that I’d ever met with a sex drive equal to my own and it wouldn’t take to much convincing to get her in the mood. Sure enough by the end of the thirty minute ride to the house, though she still would not admit it, she was ready for a good hard fuck. The only thing left now was to convince her to take me AND my best friend at the same time, that proved a little trickier . . . but not much.

When we arrived at the house I immediately started heading JoAnn toward the bed room, kissing her ear and rubbing her sexy 32 b’s through the T-shirt she wore. She was really starting to respond now but right before we got to our bed room she asked “What about John? Should I get him a blanket and pillow for the couch?” “No” I said “I think he should join us baby” “Hey that sounds good to me!” I heard John laugh from behind us, already peeling his shirt off. “You’re both crazy if you think I’m going to be your ten-dollar hooker for the night!” She said as she turned to go into the room. I grabbed her from behind in a big bear hug nibbling on her ear and slipping my hand down the front of her sweat pants, her panties were soaked and I could feel her legs quiver as my fingers brushed her clit through the thin fabric. “Aw come on Jo It’ll be fun” I heard John from behind me. Now you have to under stand my wife hates to be called Jo and John usually only does it to piss her off so when she turned to cuss him and only said “Well I guess we could” I was shocked, then I looked behind me to see that John was now completely naked. At six foot two we were the same height but his Army training had really built his muscles and his semi erect cock was already at least seven inches, the length of mine erect. “Lets see those sexy little tits of yours Jo” John added grinning “All right guys” She said turning to enter the bedroom and stripping off the T-shirt “come on and quit calling me Jo!”

As we entered the bedroom I was practically falling down trying to get out of my clothes. Meanwhile JoAnn had turned back around to show John her gorgeous 34 b’s, she was rubbing the sexy mounds making the nipples hard as diamonds as she pinched them gently. John was returning the favor stroking his long cock to full mast, he was almost nine inches now though I noticed his cock was not nearly as thick as my seven incher. JoAnn continued her little striptease sliding off the sweat pants she had been wearing to reveal her thin cotton panties which, by this time, had an obvious wet spot the size of a tennis ball. I had finally managed to get my clothes off without falling down and now I was also stroking my rock hard dick watching my wife strip. As her panties finally came off, she slid a finger deep into to her hole working it in and out several strokes before bringing it to her lips and licking her juices off.

“I need someone’s tongue in me now!” JoAnn moaned as she sat back on the edge of the bed completely exposing her neatly trimmed bush. She came almost instantly as John was on his knees with his face buried in her wet cunt in a flash. John continued to lick and suck her through about ten minutes of nearly continuous orgasm before finally letting her catch her breath. “Baby get on your hands and knees so John can fuck you doggie style while you suck my cock” I told her after she had caught her breath. “Oh yeah I need to be fucked!” she cried “Fuck me John, put that big cock in me and fuck me hard!” John was already moving around behind her as she got on all fours in the middle of the bed. I was ready to get my dick sucked but I knew I had to see my best friend penetrate my wife for the first time so I moved around back to watch. John had just lined up on her hole when he nodded at me to come closer. “Here” He said”you put it in.” As he put my hand on his cock. Now I was really ready to explode I knelt next to JoAnn kissing her neck and rubbing her tit with one hand and rubbing the head of John’s long cock over her clit and cunt lips like a sex toy. Finally when I thought neither of us could take it any more I guided the first few inches in the moved my cock to her lips.

John gave her one short stroke then slid all nine inches in to the hilt slowly withdrawing right to the head then slowly back in. Meanwhile I had buried my cock in to JoAnn’s mouth and although I tried to hold out as long as I could within minutes I exploded in her mouth and all over her face. I watched in total fascination as John kept up his slow long strokes and JoAnn kept begging and pleading “Harder God please fuck me harder!” John began to slowly increase the tempo, slowly withdrawing then slamming it back in like a bullet Making my tiny wife gasp with each pounding stroke. I could tell John was getting close and JoAnn was on orgasm number who knows when John looked at me and asked if it was OK to come inside her. “Oh yeah load that cunt up” I told him. “Well if you squeeze my balls as I come I can really shoot a load in her.” He said “I don’t know.” I said thinking this might be a little more than I bargained for. “Oh honey do it for me, make him fill my cunt for you!” JoAnn begged So as John started to pound harder and faster I reached between his leg and began massaging his balls and as he started to explode I squeezed and milked until he and my wife fell side by side on the bed.

As I stared at JoAnn covered in sweat her face full of my cum and John’s massive load oozing out of her cunt my cock had returned to full staff. I rolled her over on her back and positioned my self between her legs as my thick cock entered her fresh fucked pussy I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we’d do this.

This time I had plenty of staying power and fucked her long and hard while John shot another pretty healthy load in her face. As I started to close in on my orgasm JoAnn sensed my coming eruption “John, make him fill me like you did” she asked Before I could object John was squeezing and pulling my balls and I shot the biggest load of my life into JoAnn’s well-used cunt.

We all fell asleep on the bed in a twisted mass. The next morning John had left but JoAnn found a ten-dollar bill on the night stand, written on the back it said “Thanks Jo, this was best ten bucks I ever spent”

“That son-of-a-bitch” muttered JoAnn then added “I hope he gets another leave soon.”

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Costume Party

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It was Friday night, hanging out with my buddies, we decided to throw a giant party at my friend Tom’s house.

“We’ll have it next Friday, we’ll have everyone we know, and we’ll make it a costume party,” Tom said, I could see the wheels turning in his genius head as to what could happen. The two of us had gone to college together, we both became part of an Internet company, which managed to make rather large stock gains, and us being the only stockholders, we became rather wealthy. Of course, being wealthy men, we managed to get married within 3 years of hitting it big, and our wives are very beautiful, smart women who we loved.

I met my wife in high school, and we had been going out off and on since then, and we got married right out of college, her name was Amber, and she had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was 34C-25-34, 5’8″. She always looks beautiful no matter what else is going on in her life (I’m surprised I go out at all with her waiting at home). After our night of drinking and organizing was over, I headed home, very excited. I told my wife about the party, and she too was excited, she hadn’t been to a costume party, and parties at Tom’s were always an event, we were usually able to get a lot of people who were all interested in having fun.

The next morning I awoke to my wife kissing my neck, always a welcome feeling. I had my arm around her, then she kissed her way down my body until she finally got to the “morning wood” she loves to give me head in the mornings. She loves how my cock is always stiff, almost as if it knows what it is going to get, and gets excited just for her. She slowly put the head of my cock into her mouth, rubbing the head, licking it, and swirling her tongue around it. Then she started putting my cock into her mouth, then she started deep throating me.

I could feel her tongue slide up and down my shaft, as her head bobbed up and down on my throbbing member. I could feel my balls tighten, and I put my hand on the back of my wife’s head (our signal that I was about to cum) and unleashed a load that left me feeling drained, and that my wife happily swallowed. We stayed in bed, I had my arms around her, and I felt her body, her smooth skin, and started fingering her pussy, slowly, teasing her, then shoving my fingers in with more force and purpose, adding another finger inside her. Hearing her screams, and eventually an orgasm. We managed to get out of bed, eat breakfast, and shower (separately). I called Tom and asked if anything needed to be done at the office. He said that he had just scheduled a meeting at his house for this afternoon but nothing until then, I said I would make it over there, and came early, bringing my wife since she would talk to Tom’s wife, Nancy.

We got their and the entire meeting was just about the party, and it was now going to be the day after tomorrow, it was still a costume party, and would start somewhere around 8 o’clock. The guests didn’t need to bring anything, except themselves, and of course, costumes, my wife and I left, had dinner out and both were exhausted, so we went to bed.

The next morning my wife said she would pick up our costumes that night when she went to her friend’s a few miles outside of the city. “What are you getting?” I asked, actually expecting an answer.

“You’re just going to have to wait and see.” She said smiling smugly at me. I kissed her goodbye and watched her drive off. The entire day was spent sleeping, and watching sports later on that night.

Finally, I woke up the next morning and ate breakfast, I sat on the deck in my backyard and read the paper, looking out over the pool. It was so relaxful that I didn’t even notice my wife walk up behind me.

“Miss me?” She asked, making me lean my head back to see her.

“Yeah, what did you pick up?” I asked anxiously, wanting to hear what kind of costumes my wife had picked for us.

“Come on inside, I’d rather show you” She smiled at me, that devilish smile she had whenever she had something erotic planned for us. I followed her in, my cock already stiffening and my mind wandering about what would become of this situation. I waited in the living room as my wife stepped off into the bathroom to change into her costume. It took her a few minutes to get into the costume, but the result was well worth the wait. My wife came out in the tightest, and smallest nurse outfit I have ever seen. It was one piece (kind of like the dresses that tennis players wear) and was button down to the waist, and then was a normal skirt, It went only about 3 inches past her ass, and she even had the hat with the red cross on it. Needless to say, I couldn’t put any words together to tell her how great she looked.

“I guess I’ll take the silence as a sign that I look good?” She asked, smiling that same devilish smile, as she came over to me, and straddled my lap.

“Yes” Which isn’t much, but is more than I thought I would be able to muster at this moment. We kissed, or more accurately, she stuck her tongue down my throat, and we began to make out on the couch, something we used to do a lot in high school. We began feeling each other’s bodies, I discovered she had on no panties, and she managed to get my pants down past my cock, and placed her hot pussy right above it, and finally sliding me inside her. She was incredibly wet, my cock was sliding in and out of her easily, and she was making my cock to go in and out of her fast and hard. I unbuttoned her top, and seeing, as she had no bra kissed her breasts, feeling her nipples harden, and hearing her moans made my cock throb inside her, causing her to moan more. Until finally, the pent up energy inside me was released inside her pussy, and her scream of pleasure right afterward told me that her energy had been released also. We sat there on the couch, until we regained ourselves, we kissed for a few minutes and I finally asked what my costume was.

“You’re going as a surgeon,” she stated, still a little winded and got up to go and get my costume for me to try on. “I hope it fits.” This wasn’t a problem since my costume basically consisted of some surgeon’s scrubs, and a stethoscope. Of course it fit, and we began getting ready for the party.

We left for Tom’s house at about 7 o’clock, we figured we would get there early and help them set up (we usually always do this for them and I think they just expect it by now). Tom was dressed in a loincloth, and was supposed to be Tarzan, and his wife was Jane, and was also dressed in animal skin, although the 2 of them looked more like Fred and Wilma. As 8 o’clock rolled around, more and more people arrived, with some pretty provocative costumes, one couple was Bill and Monica, another Shaggy and Daphne (although I don’t think they technically were with each other), and so on. We mingled with friends we had there, the music was blaring, and a game was on TV in the living room, although no one was seriously paying attention to it.

Amber and I separated for a little bit, as I went with Tom and some other guys upstairs to play some high-stakes whiffle ball. After winning some cash, I came back downstairs, and Amber wrapped her arms around me, and told me we needed to have some alone time (code for “hey, wanna fuck?”). We went into a bathroom, and began furiously trying to make love, which wasn’t hard up until someone walked into the door. She was dressed as a French Maid, and I had never met her before, but she introduced herself as Katarina. She was around 5’2″ I guessed, had large breasts which her costume showed off well, her skirt was short, and showed off some nice legs, she had brown hair, and green eyes.

“Would you two like to be left alone?” she asked. Before I could answer my wife chimed in with.

“No, would you like to join us” She said with that same devilish grin. Katarina, smartly, closed the door and locked it, something I didn’t think about, and moved over to us, and began by kissing my wife while I watched and started feeling up their legs. We were sitting on the floor of the bathroom, I lifted up both their skirts, and removed Katarina’s panties, I found my wife wasn’t wearing any, and began fingering both of them, while my wife grabbed onto Katarina’s breasts with her mouth like it was life and death. I then pulled my pants down to release my hard cock, Katarina and Amber looked at each other, and both of them made their way to my crotch. Amber pushed Katarina’s mouth onto my cock, who began to bob up and down on it like a pro.

My wife began sucking on my balls, and moving her tongue around them, taking in a ball at a time, then both, then one, then the other. Katarina then pulled her head off, and pulled her costume down past her breasts, and slid my cock between them, kneading her breasts, which also created friction on my purple-headed cock. My wife began feeling Katarina’s breasts too, then placed her mouth over the head of my cock, as it released a massive shot of cum into my wife’s awaiting mouth. After the spurts had stopped, she grabbed Katarina’s hair, and kissed her, allowing my cum to travel into her mouth, and some dripped on their chins and fell onto the floor. Katarina then moved up and let her pussy come down and engulfed my somewhat flaccid cock.

My wife was lying down next to me and guided Katarina’s mouth into her pussy, having her lick it deep and telling her to suck on her clit. My cock began growing, and became hard quickly as Katarina had figured out how to keep a steady rhythm with fucking me and eating out my wife’s pussy. Amber had her hand on the back of Katarina’s head, forcing her down onto her pussy, her lips disappearing in my wife’s snatch. I had my hands on Katarina’s hips, bracing her on top of me as I drove my cock into her, I could feel her orgasm against my cock, her pussy tightening around it. My wife was fondling her own breasts, and finally let out a scream and her body shook from her orgasm. I kept pounding my cock into Katarina, until finally I could feel my cock stiffen, and finally explode inside her pussy, causing her to have another orgasm.

As we were finishing up, my wife started the bathtub, where we all sat, cleaning ourselves and recovering from out sexcapades. We sat there for what seemed like minutes, but actually was an hour and half, we finally dressed, kissed goodbye, and made sure to get Katarina’s phone number for if we wanted to do this again. My wife and I went back to the party, we didn’t look too disheveled and continued with drinks and dancing, Amber is a great dancer, but she was feeling exhausted, and I took her up to a room in Tom’s house, put her to bed, and closed the door. I went back downstairs, the party still going, when Tom’s wife, Laura, came up to me, and told me Tom needed to see me. I followed her upstairs, and found that he was sitting on the bed, only in boxers, and his wife was beginning to take off her costume, which she had nothing on underneath. She then turned around, and kissed me. I was totally shocked by then, and was more than just a bit uncomfortable.

“What is going on here?” I asked, barely able to make out the words.

“Well, I just wanted to have some fun with the two of you.” His wife said, as she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the bed. She was in between us, and taking my cue, I began undressing, until I was also naked. I kissed Laura, and felt her breasts, she had large breasts, at least 44Ds, not as tall as Amber, but same body-type, with long blonde hair, and blue eyes. I was sitting on the bed, as Laura, climbed on top of me, allowing me to enter her snatch, letting my cock open her wide and penetrate her most sensitive area. As we began to find a rhythm, I noticed Tom had climbed up behind her, and began pounding his 7-inch cock into her ass.

Tom and I began working in rhythm, one would thrust and then the other, keeping one of us thrusting inside her at all times, she was loving it, her moans would loud and full of lust. She screamed so many times that it seemed like she orgasmed with every thrust. When I was all the way in her pussy, I could feel her skin moved by Tom’s cock, as we both took it to Laura. I was feeling my cock throb until there was nothing else to do, so I held it in for a little bit, and finally, came inside Laura, with a moan. I guessed that Tom had cum already, as he was slowly working his way out of his wife’s ass. I kissed Laura good night, and went back to the room where I put my wife for to sleep, and climbed in bed with her, and got a good night’s rest.

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