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Hi everybody, this is Tania, I am writing this experience on behalf of my close friend Anuradha who liked my narrations. She is from Andhra Pradesh and resembles Tabu the actress. She has a sexy frame and looks that can turn any head. I will now take her place as I narrate this true incidents. I and my mother who looks like my elder sister stay in Hyderabad; my father passed away a couple of months ago. I was in the 2nd yr when this happened. I and my mother (Radha) went to our native (My father’s ancestral place). Only my Father’s younger brother Ashok and my grandmother stayed there. It is a nice place with a lot of paddy fields around and the house is a two storied mansion. Let me describe my Uncle Ashok. He is a 6 footer and reasonably fair. He is built like a bull with strong muscles. He takes care of all the activities at home and around. Any girl will fall for him. He is a very jovial person. Many times before he has fondled me, squeezed my bums, kneaded my breasts. I used to enjoy them a lot and would always try to be near him. He used to be very free with everyone.

One evening my mother and grand mother went to the temple, only uncle and I were at home. He was sitting in the front verandah and reading something. I stood next to him near the table. He told me that I have grown up into a lovely girl, your bums are big and so is your melons, they are ripe, when should we enjoy them. Saying this he ran his hands on my bums. I was enjoying them. As it was getting dark, nobody could see us, but we could see a long distance from where we were. Uncle now lifted my pavada (Skirt) and started to feel in between my thighs, his fingers felt like feathers, I was getting turned on. He said he will give me a nice thigh shot, He stood up and lifted his lungi and his cock stood up like a pole, it was about 10 inches long and about 5 inches round, the foreskin was pulled back to reveal a nice pink knob. He placed it between my thighs and the top was aligned along my panty and pussy. He started to push in between and I felt great. The rod was thick and it was smooth, I started to let my juice down and the panty was wet now, that thrilled him more, he kept on pumping like that for about 7 to 8 minutes, I must have cum at least twice.

Now he pulled down my panty and again placed it in the same place, it felt even greater. He made me bend forward and spread my cunt lips, The tip of the rod would enter the lips and go out, he kept the motion going, I was dripping wet after the 3rd cum. He was rhythmic fucker. His long rod was running along my thighs and the tip was going a little into the cunt. As I had already cum 3 times his rod was well lubricated and in one smooth thrust the whole cock went deep into my cunt, I didn’t feel any pain at all and then he stopped for me to enjoy the rod deep inside, he slowly pulled it and again shoved it in, Oh.. It was great and after about 2 minutes he pulled out his rod spread my asshole and put the tip in there, he did not push it in, but kept it there for few seconds and then pushed it a little more, My asshole was opening for him now, I was feeling great, He pushed it about 2 inches deep and said now feel this and ejaculated into my asshole. The warm juice filled my hole and also started to drip onto my thighs. That was a great fuck from uncle. He said that my thighs and cunt felt nice and just like that of my mother. How do you know that I asked, I have been screwing her even before you were born, she is a fantastic piece, you are now equally great. More about the family history in due course. Please write your feedbacks to me [email protected].

Hi everybody, this is Tania writing for Anu about her experiences. Hope you liked the previous 2 incidents. I now take Anu’s place. Malli was narrating how Ashok had screwed her and she was asking for more and had been getting it for the last 16 to 17 years. malli narrated the story about my family. Two weeks after my parents got married, my dad met with an accident and was injured on his private part that he lost erection and sexual desire was out. It was only an organ for peeing. Now my mother was a fully grown sexy maiden who was left in the lurch. My uncle came to know about it when he had visited us at Hyderabad. My parents and uncle sat together to solve the problem, he was only 20 yrs then, but built like a bull. My father decided to leave my mother and uncle together and went out of town for the night. My mother is older than uncle by 7 yrs. My uncle went into my mother’s room and closed the door.

He sat next to her and took her hands in his and said, you have to options now, let the world know that your husband is impotent and he will be humiliated to such an extent that he would end his life soon. Or I will try to satisfy you whenever I come and the world would not know anything. My mother agreed for the 2nd option and then. Uncle undressed mother and started to fondle her, he ran his hands between her thighs and over her cunt, he kneaded her breasts and she started to pant and take part in the foreplay, She took uncle’s cock in her hand and said, this looks like the rod used to powder coffee beans. She started to masturbate him, his cock was becoming longer and thicker, her cunt was juicy with her cum, it was fully lubricated, Now uncle wanted to try something new, he made my mother lie on her stomach, then he lifted her legs up while he was standing that it looked like a wheel barrow. He pushed his cock into her cunt and held her thighs beside his hips. Her hands were on the floor.

He pounded her for about 15 minutes, Mother came at least 3 times and then uncle released his load into her cunt. My uncle fucked my mother all night and my mother was still asking for more in the morning, they were so close together that they did not realize that my father had come back in the morning. When they heard some noise outside, uncle stopped fucking and pulled his lungi around himself and went out to see who it was, My father was sitting outside on the verandah. My uncle opened the door and let father in. Amma had by then picked up her clothes and ran into the bathroom. She felt shy after her bath, when she came to the kitchen, my dad told her that she need not feel bad or shy, whenever Ashok wants he can come and spend time with you, I will stay away during that period. That is how I was conceived and came into this wonderful world. Please write your comments to [email protected].

Hi everybody, this is Tania writing for Anu, Anu has a lot of experience which she wants to share with you all but lacks the oratory skill, so she has asked me to do it for her, and I really love doing it for her. We too share an intimate lesbian relationship. From now on I will take Anu’s place. In the morning Uncle and I decided to go out and see the places around. Uncle took me to the outskirts of the village where on a hillock was a temple covered with rocks from all sides. When we went there only the temple Poojari was there, we prayed and then Poojari closed the temple doors and left. Uncle told Poojari that we will spend sometime here before we come down to his house. We went round the temple and found it to be a nice place. There was a place where one could wash ones feet before going into the temple. While going round we found another place, almost like a cliff. Beside that the rocks and grass made the place like a room. Uncle took me in there and said, how about a nice fuck over here. I was thrilled. He asked me to kneel and he lifted his lungi, and before me was the gentle python waking up. I took it into my mouth and started to give him a blowjob, after few seconds his cock was almost like a flagpole. His skin was pulled back and what a sight it was. My mouth, lips and fingers were sending him to heaven.

Now he made me get up and bend forward, he lifted my skirt and parted my panty and kissed my asshole and licked my cunt, it was already dripping with my juice, He mounted me from the back and I could almost feel the end of his cock in my stomach. He started to push hard and my cunt was swallowing the whole thing, Now I started to expand and contract my cunt lips, his pushing started to become fast and then after about 15 minutes he was ready to cum, He pulled out his cock and in one swift motion pushed it deep into my ass and unloaded his cum in their. We stayed like that for about 2 minutes. Then we went and cleaned ourselves with the water. While coming down the temple steps, uncle was telling me how he loved screwing cunts and he was getting a lot of them, both young and old. He said we will go to the Poojari’s house, I want to screw his wife and then we will go home.

We reached Poojari’s house, Poojari opened the door and greeted us in, he then excused himself, took his umbrella and bag and went outside. Poojari’s wife came to the living room, she must have been about 40 yrs, and she had a lovely pair of boobs, a smooth belly, a lovely belly button and nice round ass. Uncle introduced me to her and then said I will be back soon and guided Poojari’s wife inside the room, they didn’t bother to close the door. After about 20 minutes, uncle came out tightening his lungi and followed by Poojari’s wife who was tying up her hair and adjusting her blouse. She must have had a nice good fuck, her face was glowing. She smiled at me and said uncle is a real man. I smiled back and then we took leave from there. On the way back on the jeep, uncle said that this Poojari could not satisfy his wife, so he made a adjustment with uncle, whenever uncle wants to screw her, he can come there and Poojari will either wait outside or go to the market. Wow, what an understanding. Please send you comments to [email protected].

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“Colleen usually stops over for coffee when Bob goes to work,” Carol said. “We can ask her about using her apartment then.”

“I hope we can arrange it soon,” Jennifer said. Now that she had decided to have an affair, she was desperate to get on with it.

Carol regarded her with a strange expression.

“You really are hot, aren’t you?” she said. “Hell, yes. I haven’t had a proper fuck for ages. Masturbating doesn’t really help. To tell the truth, finger fucking myself only makes me hornier”

Carol was still regarding her with that curious look.

“There are other possibilities,” she said, averting her gaze far a moment, then lifting her eyes again with that speculative look still there.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing.’

“You had something in mind,” Jennifer said.

“Carol hesitated. She poured more coffee, obviously just to be doing something. She got up and moved to the railing, looking off into the distance.

She said, “When I was at college…”

Jennifer was staring at her, wondering what in hell her neighbor was talking about. What on earth could cause Carol to act so hesitant, almost embarrassed?

Suddenly Jennifer got the idea.

For a moment she looked startled. Then she smiled and said, “I’m not shy. You can tell me, Carol… whatever it is…”

Carol turned around and the two women looked at each other. They both knew, then, what they were talking about…

“Tell me about college,” Jennifer whispered.

Holding that steady gaze, Carol said, “I had a roommate, Holly her name was. A sexy little thing! One night we had a few drinks and she crawled into bed with me…”

“Oooooh,” Jennifer whimpered.

“She wasn’t a lesbian or anything, nor was

I, of course. It was just that we were both a little tipsy and horny and she got into bed and…”

“Tell me. What did you do?”

Jennifer was so obviously interested in that Carol lost the last shreds of her inhibition and embarrassment. She said, “We just started playing with each other’s titties. We were giggling, just fooling around at first. But it felt so good that we both got hot. She started sucking on my nipples. And I… I sucked hers, too. And that made us hotter. Then we began to finger fuck each other. Oh… I shouldn’t be telling you this.

“Tell me! Tell me!”

Carol grinned, and then said, “We wound up going down on each other. She did me first. Then I did her.”

Jennifer was squirming with vicarious lust. She could feel her pussy steaming between her slick thighs.

“Was it nice?” she whispered.

“Ummm, yes. After that, we used to eat each other out quite often. There was nothing emotional about it, just affectionate and… passionate…. and quite handy as well.”

Jennifer started to speak and had to pause to clear her throat. Then she said, her voice husky, “Carol, why did you tell me about that?”

“Don’t you know?”

I… guess so.”

“If you wanted to… I mean, you told me how frustrated you are, and I’m pretty frustrated, too, and… well maybe we could take care of each other, huh?”

Jennifer did not hesitate.

“Yes, she said, “Let’s do it right now!”

“Why not?” said Carol.

“Why not, indeed?”

The two horny neighbors went into the house.

Jennifer could hardly believe this was happening to her but her pussy was bubbling between her thighs as she followed Carol into the bedroom.

“You won’t regret this afterwards?” Carol asked.

“No,” Jennifer reassured her.

They were facing each other, some distance apart, the bed between them. Carol, staring hard at Jennifer, pulled her tee shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Jennifer began to pant. She had never seen her friend’s tits before. She stared at them. They were small, but they pushed out invitingly and the nipples were large and swollen. Carol unsnapped her jeans. They unfolded open in a vee across her slender belly, exposing the top of her pubic wedge. She began to tug them down inch by inch. They were tight and she squirmed her hips as she dragged them down. Her crotch appeared. Her pubic hair was short and curly, like the hair on her head. Gazing down at the woman’s crotch, Jennifer thought: My God! I’m going to go down on Carol! I really am! Carol stepped from the jeans. Stark naked, she turned slowly through a full circle, letting Jennifer admire her willowy body from all angles. The insides of her lean thighs were damp.

“I want you,” Jennifer whispered.

She gazed hungrily at Carol’s loins and Carol gasped, as if Jennifer’s eyes were physically caressing her, that hot gaze stoking the fires of her passion.

“Undress,” she said.

Jennifer drew her cotton dress over her head. Her big tits thrust out, the cleavage deep between the smooth globes and her nipples as stiff as Carol’s. Squirming as Carol had done with her jeans; Jennifer pushed her panties down and stepped from them. Her bush was thicker than Carol’s, and darker. Both cunts were as juicy as cunts can get. They slowly moved towards each other, as if dragged together by some carnal gravity or pulled by erotic suction. They stood belly to belly, breast to breast, not touching yet, still savoring the preliminaries. But the delay in making contact had nothing to do with any last-minute reservations or hesitation …Both women wanted nothing more than to sample the delights of each other’s body. Carol leaned forward. She kissed Jennifer on the lips. Their mouths brushed together lightly for a moment, their lips barely touching. Then they ground together hard. Carol’s tongue slipped into Jennifer’s mouth and Jennifer started to suck on it. Jennifer was dazed with desire. She had never known that a mere kiss could be so exciting. She knew that the naughtiness of the situation must be the reason why she was so thrilled, but she didn’t give a damn what the reason was, anyway.

She began to stroke Carol’s slim flanks. Carol arched her back and pressed her firm tits against Jennifer’s big, soft globes. They moved together, bellies grinding, thighs intertwining. Their hot nipples shifted over their counterparts, branding each other with the glowing mark of lust. Sinuous, sensuous, they wrapped around each other. Jennifer moved her hands over Carol’s hips and cupped her pert ass, drawing the girl’s loins tight to her own so that their bushy mounds were pressed together, the hairy triangles fitting like adjacent pieces of a carnal jigsaw puzzle; Carol cupped Jennifer’s big mounds, holding them up and pushing them together. Her lips slid away from Jennifer’s mouth and, dipping her head, she began to lick Jennifer’s nipples, then took them in her mouth and sucked adoringly on the hard nuggets, her curly head switching back and forth as she paid equal and eager homage to each tit in turn.

“Beautiful, beautiful tits… “She purred. Jennifer was melting. She was innocent in the ways of girl love and had assumed that they would simply get undressed and start sucking cunt with dispatch. Now she saw that there was going to be lots of lovely foreplay even romance. It was going to be even better than she’d hoped. She cradled Carol’s head in her hands and arched her back, offering her plump boobs to the woman’s eager mouth. Carol was whimpering as she licked and sucked and slurped. Long waves of fiery passion spread out from Jennifer’s nipple and coursed through her whole body. She thought she had never been so excited. Her hands rubbed all over Carol’s body as Carol continued to suck on her tits! Then Carol lifted her head. Jennifer had been eagerly awaiting the chance to do some titty sucking her and she dropped her head and began to mouth the small, firm mounds. Carol moved her hand down Jennifer’s smooth belly and cupped her mound. Her fingers slipped between her legs, dipping into her crotch. She began to run her fingers along Jennifer’s creamy gash, stroking the cunt-lips and clit.

Jennifer was transported by pure passion. Her face seemed to shine with animal lust, eyes gleaming; lips drawn back from bared teeth. Carol tilted her wrist and very slowly pushed her middle finger up Jennifer’s hole to the knuckle and drew it back out. Then she pushed in and pulled out again, probing the slippery tunnel. She added her index finger, fucking up Jennifer’s steaming cunt with both fingers together. Her thumb began to massage the woman’s turbulent clit. Jennifer was humping, her pelvis moving in and out in a fucking motion. Her hands clamped on Carol’s shoulders, her head twisting from side to side. Carol thought she was shaking with lust, but then Jennifer said, “Stop…” Carol hesitated, her fingers buried up Jennifer’s cunt. She was terrified that her friend had changed her mind and wanted her stop. But Jennifer dispelled her fears with a smile. “You almost made me come just then,” she said. “I don’t want to come yet. Carol. I want to do… other things.” Carol sighed happily. Jennifer sat down beside her. She pushed Carol down on the bed and spread her thighs apart. She began to finger fuck Carol’s twat with great concentration, staring down so that she could see her fingers vanish up that wet, pink slit.

Carol’s cunt opened– the slit spreading into a slot and the slot welling up with frothy cunt juice. “You’d better stop that too,” Carol gasped. Jennifer gave her a last finger push and drew her creamy hand away from the crotch. She stretched out beside her and they kissed again, belly to belly, lying on their flanks. Carol slid down the bed. She pushed Jennifer’s lush thighs apart and moved her dark head in. She looked up at Jennifer over her pubic mound and said, “Your pussy looks delicious, I’m going to eat it out now.” Jennifer moaned, “Oh yes, yes.” Carol dipped her head down and ran her tongue up Jennifer’s slit. Jennifer shivered all over, her backbone rigid. Using only her tongue at first, Carol began to lave Jennifer’s cunt with long slurps, running all the way up her crotch from the crack of her ass to her love-bud. Jennifer was burning with desire now. Her pussy was creaming and her cunt juice was pouring onto Carol’s tongue. She pumped her belly, rubbing her cunt around on Carol’s face. Carol fitted her lips to Jennifer’s gushing slot and sucked avidly. As her lips pulled, her tongue delved up into the steaming hole, probing into the velvety folds.

Jennifer was moaning and pistoning her hips and, as the thrill built up in her loins, she cried out loud. “Come, come, honey,” Carol murmured.

“Oh, oh. Yes… I am!” Jennifer cried.

She gasped as her orgasm tumbled through her belly and poured from her pussy in a hot flood. Carol slurped up the pussy juice with glee and kept sucking until Jennifer was whimpering with satisfaction.

“Oh! Carol, that was incredible,” Jennifer sighed.

“Why don’t you suck my hot cunt, now?” said Carol.

“Mmmmm, yes, I want to,” said Jennifer.

She moved down on Carol and pulled Carol’s loins into her face. Her tongue slipped up Carol’s juicy slot and her parted lips fitted snugly to the creamy hole. She began to lick and suck and tongue fuck, amazed at how perfectly natural it was, how it seemed an instinctive thing to do, requiring no previous experience in order to do it just right. And she knew that she was doing it right because Carol was moaning and vibrating with the thrill. Carol’s hands cupped Jennifer’s head, jamming her close. She humped her pubic bush up and down, while Jennifer, her mouth clamped to Carol’s cunt, sucked away greedily. Cunt juice trickled over her taste buds, tingling, hot, and delicious. “Ummm, your pussy tastes good,” she said. “Mmmmm, I love your tongue, your mouth. Shall I come, Jennifer? Will you drink my cunt juice?”

“Mumphh,” said Jennifer and she meant, oh my, yes, but the words were muffled against Carol’s cunt so that her lover felt rather than heard them. Carol sighed and gave herself up to the joy of coming. Her cunt creamed and bubbled up and Jennifer slurped it into her mouth. The woman’s eager tongue scooped up tongue full’s of the savory nectar and let it slide into the back of her throat and she gulped it down eagerly and sucked for more. Carol cried out in ecstasy, grinding her loins up and down and working her flooded cunt against Jennifer’s face with spasmodic jerks and jolts. She sighed, her climax finished. Jennifer was sorry it was over. She stayed where she was, stuck fast to that succulent pussy and sucking steadily, hoping she might excite her friend to new randiness and subsequently another lovely, steaming orgasm.

“Let me suck you some more, honey,” said Carol. Jennifer needed no further inducement. She turned around, keeping her face in Carol’s crotch. She threw one leg across Carol’s head, and then straddled her. Carol gazed up at the curly cunt poised above her face. The lips were unfurled and coated with cum. Reaching up with both hands, she spread Jennifer’s cunt lips wide open, exposing the pink inner flesh. Her tongue fluttered out trembling, and she lifted her head. Her tongue ran up Jennifer’s hole and the cunt-hungry woman sighed. It tasted just as good as the first time. The delicious nectar fell onto her tongue and ran into her mouth. Jennifer sighed and settled down, her cunt on Carol’s upturned face, and both women commenced to eat each other in a frenzy of lust, enjoying sucking every bit as much as being sucked. Two women together, and one in the doorway… Mail back to [email protected].

Morgan Davis was envious. Morgan did not have a new secretary and the secretary that he did have was sixty years old and unsightly, although she was a far more efficient secretary than Jackie. Morgan had a hard-on. He sat in his office and tried to do some work but he couldn’t concentrate. He thought about Jackie and his hard cock thundered. He figured it was likely that his friend Fred was, at that very moment, pouring the pork to the sexy blonde. He felt weak with desire; as if so much blood had seeped down to gorge his cock that he was lightheaded. It wasn’t desire for any particular woman or sex act, it as just an all-consuming lust, a blanket-coverage urge to pour his spunk into some hot hole. He tried to write a report. His thoughts were all jumbled up–he could write nothing. He found himself scribbling little stick figures coupling in various positions. He stared balefully down at his crotch. What the hell could he do? Well, he couldn’t work. There was no sense sitting there contemplating his erection. He decided to go out for a drink. His dick refused to be subtle but he managed to hide it. He laid it straight up along his belly with the knob stuck under his belt buckle so that, although he looked as though he had gained a couple of inches on his waistline, it was not obvious that he had a hard-on.

He left the office, giving a feeble excuse to his sixty-year-old secretary. “Certainly, Mister Morgan,” she said. And she thought he wasn’t that fat yesterday. I’ll bet the dirty devil has his cock-head buried under his belt! It thrilled her. She might have been sixty and unsightly but, unknown to Morgan, she was a raving nymphomaniac whenever she was fortunate enough to lure a gentleman into her bed. As soon as Morgan had gone, she went into his private office. He had left his little sketches on his desk and she looked at them with glee. His tiny stick figures were fucking and sucking and buggering and sixty-nining all over the paper. Sixty and unsightly, Morgan’s secretary dropped her drawers and gave herself a hand job in his swivel chair Morgan wasn’t looking for a woman. He merely intended to have a drink or two hoping to submerge his passion in alcohol. People seemed to be staring at his belt buckle. Self-conscious, he headed for the nearest bar; a low-class place called the Moon glow into which Morgan had never ventured before. But now he thought it might be wise to stop there. It was the sort of place where a hard-on, although it might be noticed would not be taken as a stigma or a symbol of depravity.

When he came to the place, he paused and looked around furtively, and then he ducked quickly through the portals. The Moon glow was worse than he had supposed it would be. It was dark and grimy and there was sawdust on the floor. The bar ran along one wall and there were a few tables scattered along the other. An ancient jukebox burbled at the end of the long thin room. A few men leaned on the bar and a few more slumped drunkenly at the tables. There was a girl at the bar. Morgan’s alert dick gave a. mighty lurch as if, like a periscope, it had sighted the girl and was about to launch a torpedo into her cargo hold. Morgan bellied up to the bar, pressing his erection into the wooden front of the bar to secret it. The bartender came down the bar and squinted suspiciously at Morgan. It was not often he had a customer who wore a three-piece suit. Morgan ordered a drink and sipped it. The girl came down the bar. “Stranger here?” she asked. “Why… yes,” said Morgan. She was pretty, in a painted fashion, and he grinned at her. “Errr… could I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“Jack! This guy wants to buy me a drink,” the girl called to the bartender. “I didn’t ask for it. He offered.” Jack looked suspicious but gave her a drink. “Okay, Ruby, here’s your drink, but don’t let me catch you bothering this gent, bumming drinks.”

“Fuck off,” said Ruby. She gulped down her drink and looked at her empty glass.

Morgan bought her another. “You got class,” she said. “Thank you.” “Shame you got a hard-on, though.” Morgan blushed furiously. “You noticed that, did you?”

“Well, sure I noticed it. Why do you think I came down to talk to you?”

“Oh, I see.”

“Yeah, ruins the cut of your pants.” Morgan finished his drink and pushed it across to be refilled. He was horny and embarrassed and bemused. But he was intrigued by Ruby. She had big, wide eyes and tousled hair and bright-red lipstick. She wore a short black skirt and a scoop-necked top and her tits thrust out like shelves. “Looks like a nice big prick, too,” she said, her eyes dropping to his crotch. “Too bad I’m faithful to my old man. I love big pricks and you sure need some pussy. Morgan looked distraught. His pecker, sensing the near proximity of pussy, hid started to pump like a jackhammer. The fat knob was pulling his belt out and banging the buckle on the edge of the bar. He gestured to the bartender to refill Ruby’s glass, which was empty again. “That’s a shame, about your old man, I mean. I rather fancy you. Ruby, who was not accustomed to being complimented, actually blushed with pleasure. It was the first time she had blushed in ten years. “I got an idea,” she said. “I can see you got to do something about that lump in your pants, that’s for sure.”

“Er… yes. What do you suggest?” “I’ll suck you off,” said Ruby. Morgan almost fainted. He felt as if every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his dork. “That way, you can get your balls emptied and I won’t have to cheat on my old man, I mean, sucking a guy off isn’t like fucking him is it?”

“Certainly not,” said Morgan. His dick was humming like a tuning fork. He thought he could hear it vibrate. “Can we use the storeroom, Jack?” said Ruby. Jack, who had been listening, pondered that. He stroked his big jaw. “Well, I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t want spunk all over the empty beer crates.”

“Now, don’t worry about that,” Ruby said. “He can come in my mouth and I’ll swallow it. Honest. I’ll swallow every drop. I won’t spill any.

“Well, in that case.”

“Jack,” said Morgan. “Let me buy you a drink… ”

Ruby took Morgan by the hand and led him down the long, narrow barroom. His cock was throbbing in front of him. Winos looked up and grinned. She took him through a door at the back and they were in the storeroom. Beer crates were stacked up along the walls and a naked light bulb hung from the ceiling on a frayed cord. Ruby turned the light on.

“I like to see what I’m eating,” she said.

Morgan stood there, frozen with lust. Ruby pulled a couple of beer crates out and sat down on them, hiking her skirt up and displaying an expanse of shapely thigh and a glimpse of red panties at the vee.

“Stand here,” she said.

Morgan stood in front of her, his hands fluttering, not sure if he should touch her. Ruby fingered the top of his zipper. She drew it down a few inches, paused, and drew it down another inch. Her head was tilted as if she were peering into his opening fly, looking for the meaty delight lurking within. His vibrant pecker would have come springing out, but the head was still lodged behind the belt buckle. She pulled the zipper all the way down and his fly gaped open. The contours of his shaft were outlined in his white cotton under-shorts, pressing out in a fat tube. Ruby unbuckled his belt. His fly gaped open, the edges folding back in a vee. His cock was still encased in his shorts but the knob was sticking out above them, held fast to his belly by the elastic band. His balls filled the crotch of his shorts, packing the cotton pouch full, and the iron-hard rod writhed in its white sheath. “Nice hunk,” she said.

She pursed her lips and blew a gentle stream of hot breath onto his naked cock-head. That big wedge flared formidably. “Gee, I’m glad I got this idea,” she said, She seemed to be addressing his cock, as if it were a microphone. “I’m really gonna enjoy this.” She cupped his balls through his shorts. “Ummm…. you’re loaded for bear,” she said. Her nimble tongue came out and she ran it up his cotton-clad stalk. The heat of his loins hit her like a blast furnace. Her painted face seemed to glow in the incandescence of his crotch and he wondered if that fiery heat would melt her mascara. She drew the elastic of his shorts out. His cock levered out at an unhindered angle. She pulled his shorts down his thighs. She was staring at his naked pecker and her face was taut with concentration. She licked her red lips. “Gee, I’m really hot for your dick: I’m gonna suck that big dong until your eyeballs cave in. Morgan croaked. Ruby looked up at him. “Tell me when you’re ready to come,” she said. “Jack will raise hell if I spill some.” Then she ducked forward and, starting at his bloated balls, commenced to give Morgan the best head he had ever had.

Her hot tongue wrapped around his swollen sac, laving and lapping. She lifted his balls and licked under them, then she slurped them into her mouth and gave them a thorough sucking, her attention to detail exquisite, her face transfigured as she savored his delicious ball meat. She began to run her tongue up his stalk with long, fluid sweeps, lapping him from root to knob. She sighed as the tasty delicacy registered on her tongue. The tip of her tongue touched his cock-head, drew back, and touched him again. She flattened her tongue out and began to lave the head of his dick with fluid, slurping strokes, as if her tongue was a brush and she was painting it with a coating of saliva. Morgan groaned. His thighs began to flutter with tension. He braced his knees to steady himself and held her head in both hands. Ruby tongued the glowing knob of his prick thoroughly and Morgan was so hot that he thought he would came that way before he ever got it in her mouth. But Ruby was an excellent judge of orgasms and the immediacy thereof and she had no intention of allowing this gorgeous big cock to shoot before she had time to appreciate it fully. Leaning in, dipping lower, she ran her tongue over his balls, laving the swollen sac again. Then she began to work up his shaft, lashing her tongue back and forth against the underside of his stalk and then up over his knob curling, her tongue around and dipping into the parted cleft with the tip of her tongue.

“Gee, this tastes goad,” Ruby said, smacking her lips. “Suck it, suck it,” Morgan rasped. Ruby slowly let her lips part and slide down over his cock-head until his knob was in her mouth. Then she paused to have a luxurious suck upon the hot mouthful, her cheeks hollowed inward She blew down his rod and sucked again. Morgan moaned as his pecker-head burrowed into her mouth. Her mouth was working like a bellows on his knob, sucking and blowing. Then she went down further, taking his cock into her mouth inch by inch and sucking all the way, while her tongue flashed back and forth along the pulsating rod. Remorselessly, she went on taking more and more dick into her mouth. Morgan felt his knob ledge in her throat and figured that she had taken as much as she could but then, Ruby paused for a moment and then carried on, letting his cock-head slip into her gullet as her pursed lips worked on inexorably towards his balls. She took every millimeter of his prick into her head.

Her nose was pressed into his pubic hair and her chin was brushing against his balls. She began to turn her head from side to side, rotating her mouth around the axis of his cock. Then she started to slide in and out, pulling back until only the tip of his smoking knob was still encased in her mouth, then ducking back in and taking the whole big load. Morgan was fucking into her mouth now, humping urgently in as her mouth descended and drawing back as her tightly compressed lips glided up his stalk, her tongue lashing madly at his knob and her lips pulling an his heated bar. His cock seemed to be getting bigger and hotter all the time and Ruby knew that it would not be long before he shot his load into her throat, whitewashing her tonsils and filling her eager maw with creamy stalactites and spunky stalagmites dripping like limestone from her cave. Hungry for that slimy delicacy, she sucked hard and her head flew up and down like a pump. Morgan wailed as the thrill gripped him.

His hot load, pent up so long, blew into her mouth like a liquid rocket, a veritable jet of jism. Ruby’s head rocked as the spunk blasted her but, eager cock sucker that she was, she never faltered. Her head dipped forward again, even as he hosed her throat, and she went back down his stalk against his spurting cum. She gasped and gagged but she took his whole dick in her mouth, the spurting knob slipping down her gullet. Her mouth filled with cum. She was gulping it down as fast as she could but he was shooting a cable of cum into her head and it filled her to the brim and overflowed from her compressed lips and ran back down his stalk. Cum trickled down her chin and bubbled from her lips as her head pulled back from the knob. Morgan had been so urgent for an orgasm that he blew all his love juice out in that one titanic stream. He staggered his loins hollow. Ruby sucked away, making sure she had emptied his cock and balls. Then she pulled her lips away and used her nimble tongue to lap up a few errant drops that had escaped and run down his rod, and to lick her lips clean of the succulent stuff.

“Gee, that was yummy,” she said.

Morgan gazed affectionately at this girl who had so attentively emptied his balls.

“I do like a drink of jism,” she purred.

And Jack, standing in the doorway, glaring, said, “You dirty bitch! You spilled some!”

He pointed with a trembling finger.

Sure enough a few drops of creamy cum had spilled onto the wooden floor.

“Sorry, Jack,” she said. “I didn’t spit, honest. I swallowed all I could. But this guy really fed me a mouthful and it just sort of overflowed.”

“Well, lick it up,” he said. Morgan, feeling kindly toward this girl, was about to protest, but Ruby didn’t seem offended by the command. “Sure,” she said. “No sense in wasting it.” And she knelt down and stuck her tongue out and lapped Morgan’s errant spunk from the floor. Jack came into the storeroom, fumbling at his fly. He hauled his pecker out. It was a big blunt instrument. Ruby looked up from tongue-mopping the floor and when she saw what was approaching, she smiled. Her head went back and her mouth flew open and Jack, walking forward, ran his dong right into her mouth. Ruby began to suck attentively. Morgan figured it was time to get back to the office. “Errr…. goodbye,” he said. “Umpfff,” she said, unable to vocalize clearly with such a hot mouthful. She waved and winked. Jack grunted, fucking into her face. Morgan, rather bemused by the whole situation, left the storeroom. In the bar, the winos, left unattended, were merrily drinking with both hands. Jack was paying the price for his passion. Morgan decided that he would have to come back to this weird place in the near future. He thought that he would suggest it to Fred Foley. It seemed like it might be a good place to pick up some broads the next time they had a night out on the town. It would be more interesting than bowling, anyway, he thought. They might even bring young Bob Harrison with them. He returned to the office and with his balls emptied, did a full day’s work. He felt a little guilty about cheating on Carol. He wondered what Carol was doing at home. response to [email protected].

Colleen Harrison and Carol Davis were good neighbors. When Colleen found the back door open, she had no hesitation about entering the Davis house. When she heard the moist, slurping sounds from the bedroom, she hesitated. She was intrigued. She called out, “Carol? Are you home?” But Carol did not hear her because Carol’s ears were muffled between Jennifer’s lush thighs. And Jennifer didn’t hear her because her head was buried in Carol’s crotch. Colleen strolled to the bedroom door. She looked in, halting. At first she couldn’t figure out what was writhing on the bed; It looked like some sinuous animal… Some mythical beast with two heads and two tails. Then it registered to her. It was Carol and Jennifer and they were sixty-nining! Colleen was stunned. She staggered and leaned against the door frame, staring in shock at the scene. All the details engraved themselves on her mind. She saw Carol’s pert ass heave as she worked her crotch around on Jennifer’s face and she saw Carol’s curly head busily munching away on Jennifer’s cunt and she saw limbs entwined and tits bobbling. Why, that’s terrible! She thought.

Then she thought, but it sure looks fun. And she stood there and watched. Carol was coming again. Her cunt was bubbling out like a spring and Jennifer was gulping it down voraciously, squealing with the pure ecstasy of swallowing cunt juice. Then she was coming, too, as if the cunt juice she was gobbling was flowing right through her torso and pouring out of her pussy at the other end … As if, sharing an orgasm, the two randy gobblers were also sharing their pussy juice. They writhed together in abandoned bliss. They slowed, finally, drained. Colleen figured she had better tiptoe away. But she was too interested. She cleared her throat, looking slightly embarrassed. Carol looked up, lifting her creamy jowls from Jennifer’s crotch like a wolf from a carcass, her jaws dripping with cunt juice and her eyes startled. Jennifer looked through the top of her thighs, seeing Colleen upside down through the vee frame of Carol’s thighs. “This is embarrassing, “Jennifer said.”We… Aren’t in the habit of doing this,” said Carol.

Colleen grinned. She said, “It looked lovely.” Jennifer and Carol looked at each other. “Why don’t you join us?” Carol said. “Bob already fucked the ass off me this morning, so I’m not really horny,” said Colleen. “But maybe, sometime.”

“Anytime,” said Carol, and then, hopping off the bed, “I’m glad you stopped by. As long as you aren’t too terribly shocked, we want to talk to you.”

“Sure,” said Colleen, who could not keep her eyes from running all over that double abundance of ass and tits.

“I’ll get some coffee first,” Carol said. She bounced out, tits bobbling. Jennifer, who really was a naughty girl when she was sexually inspired, said “Bob fucked the ass off you, huh? I’ll bet a pussy tastes lovely when it’s had a load of jism shot into it.”

She looked significantly at Colleen’s crotch.

“Sometime,” said Colleen.

They had coffee in the bedroom. “What did you want to talk about?” Colleen asked.

“Oh, just a naughty idea we had.” “You mean… Like you two were doing?” “No, not that. But before we talk… You look sort of silly, wearing clothes when we’re both naked,” said Carol. Colleen hesitated for a moment. Then she giggled girlishly. She took her clothes off. The three women sat cross-legged on the bed, all three juicy cunts thereby open to display. Carol, coffee cup in hand, said; “Now … Do you still have your apartment in town?” Colleen nodded. “We wondered if we could rent it. That is, until you get a buyer.”

“Well, sure,” said Colleen, delighted. “But why?”

Jennifer said, “We want to get fucked.” Carol said, “We’ve decided to cheat on Fred and Morgan and we need a place to screw.”

“Okay. But I’m surprised. I figured both of you were happily married.”

“Oh, we are,” said Jennifer. “We don’t want love affairs; We just want to fuck some strangers. I don’t get enough from Fred, you see, and Carol gets too much, at the wrong times, from Morgan. So we decided to find some new prick.”

“How exciting!” Colleen cried. “How wicked and … Delicious! I mean, getting seduced is one thing, but to deliberately set out to fuck strangers

“I don’t suppose you’d care to join us?” Carol asked, giving Colleen a doubtful look.

“Oh, I guess not. I mean, it sounds like fun, but Bob gives me all the hot pecker I can handle.”

“I’ve got another really wicked idea, too,” Jennifer said.

“Oh, what’s that?” said Carol.

“It might be thrilling to eat each other out with strange men watching.”

“Ooooh!” Colleen squealed, thinking how delightfully depraved it would be for Carol and Jennifer to sixty-nine while men observed.

“It might be even more fun if there were three girls…” said Carol. She looked at Colleen suggestively.

“I… I wouldn’t mind,” Colleen said.

Colleen was horny. All this talk of fucking strangers had inspired her lust. “The only thing is,” said the sweet newlywed, “I’ve never sucked a cunt … Maybe I won’t like it.” She looked at Carol. Carol grinned. “There’s only one way to find out,” she said. Never in her life had it occurred to Colleen that she would some day suck a cunt. But that, she figured, was the fault of her imagination, for she saw nothing wrong with the situation. She knelt on the bed, between Carol’s legs. Before she went down on Carol, she smiled at Jennifer. She said, “Don’t feel neglected, Jennifer. I have an idea that I might be a slow learner and I’ll need plenty of practice.” Jennifer’s pussy twitched in expectation. She began to finger her cunt, to get it hot and juicy, while she waited her turn on Colleen’s head. Colleen went down on Carol. She began slurping away as if she had been eating pussy all her life. Her ass bobbled about as she squirmed on her knees, her head buried like an ostrich in Carol’s crotch. “Ummm,” she purred… “I like it, it’s good!”

Her hot tongue flared up Carol’s wet hole and her sweet lips sucked avidly at the fount. Carol was charmed by the eager manner in which the newlywed went about tonguing her out. She arched her back. Her thighs closed softly around the girl’s busy face and her belly heaved up. She looked down the arched bridge of her willowy belly. Colleen was staring up at her. Colleen’s face was buried to the nose in Carol’s crotch but her eyes and forehead were sticking up from the gentle roll of belly and thigh. The two women gazed into each other’s eyes, their vision passing between Carol’s thrusting tits. Colleen’s eyes were wide open, as though she were startled by what she was doing–or by how much she enjoyed it. Carol’s eyes were narrowed in passion. The newlywed’s tongue delved and dipped, sliding as far up the slippery slot as it could go, while her lips kept up a steady sucking at the flooded slot. Carol, her voice husky, said, “I’ll try not to come too soon, honey. Colleen whimpered at the prospect of enjoying a nice long, leisurely feast of pussy.

Jennifer grimaced. She was impatient to get her legs wrapped around that blonde head and her crotch clamped onto those sweet lips. She began to finger fuck herself more quickly. But then she thought: Why not join in? I don’t have to just sit here and wait. There’s lots of unattended cunt and mouth in that cluster of flesh. The two of them are linked together and I can be a sort of roving tongue, a wandering pussy, a random factor in the permutation. Jennifer moved behind Colleen. Colleen’s ass was lifted to the highest point of her body. She was like a tripod, supported on her knees and head, with her juicy bottom wriggling out at the apex. Jennifer gazed at that lovely trim ass. Her head swayed as she followed the lateral squirming of Colleen’s pelvis. She leaned in and ran her tongue up the crack of Colleen’s ass, giving that nether cleavage a long slurp. Colleen gasped into Carol’s hairy cunt as she felt this new sensation. Jennifer placed her hands on the girl’s taut buttocks and spread the cheeks apart. She began to lick her asshole and to push her tongue right up that trim hole.

Jennifer was thrilled by the utter depravity of what she was doing, the dark charm of degradation. She tongue-fucked Colleen’s asshole lovingly, and then slid down to work on that golden twat. Colleen creamed immediately. Her cunt juice tasted subtly different than Carol’s and Jennifer figured that was due to all the thick jism that her husband had been pouring up that love-box. Jennifer was filled with a renewed thrill as she realized that, by proxy, she was drinking Bob Harrison’s cum–drinking it out of his wife’s cunt. Colleen came, whimpering. But her orgasm did nothing to slake neither her thirst for cunt juice nor her hunger for pussy and, despite her climax, she continued to suck on Carol’s crotch, her lips spread around the box like a suction cup clamped to a wall, held fast by the vacuum of her desire. Jennifer slurped away until she was sure that she had swallowed every precious drop of that sweet, delicious joy juice. Now it was time to get her own box drained again. She gave Colleen’s pussy a final, loving slurp then moved up the bed and threw her knees across Carol’s upturned face. Carol sighed with happy expectation. Her mouth opened, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Her hot tongue came out, lapping at the air. Jennifer slowly settled her cunt down onto that questing tongue and over those unfurled lips.

Carol creamed in Colleen’s eager mouth. A second later, she renewed the bodily fluids she had spilled as, gulping voraciously; she drank the heavy flood from Jennifer’s pussy. Drinking Jennifer’s cum, Carol felt herself coming again, her orgasm following only seconds upon the one before, so that Colleen, sucking away so attentively, did not even realize that she was drinking a second load, but thought that it was the same climax, prolonged, that wracked Carol’s loins. Her chin thrust out like a shelf as she ravenously sucked all the pussy juice up and swallowed it down. It seemed as if an eternal spring were flowing from Carol’s cunt as she went off like a machine gun, burst after burst, her creamy discharge coming in an extended rope. It seemed as if Carol, refilling herself from Jennifer’s flooded gash, was going to come forever. As soon as her own loins emptied, she renewed her vigor, quaffing up a new load of nectar from Jennifer. Carol wanted to come forever. She sucked furiously on the juicy bowl that was pulsating in her upturned face, hoping that Jennifer would come and come and come so that she, in turn, could come endlessly. But then Jennifer moaned; her loins drained. She slipped away, collapsing on the bed.

Carol was so hot that for a moment she did not realize that the feast had been taken from her and she continued to tongue and suck at the empty air. Then she settled down to work off the terminal spasms of her own climax. She tilted her pelvis up, like a chalice from which Colleen was drinking. Colleen went up with her, fairly inhaling her cunt juice as it poured forth. Then Carol, too, was drained and she sank back, trembling, while greedy Colleen finished up by licking the bowl clean. All three good neighbors satisfied, for the moment, cuddled together on the bed, smiling happily, sighing, and gazing lovingly at one another. No one’s cunt was hot at the moment, but they had gotten into this pussy sucking so deeply that any one of the three was more than willing to go down on either of the others again…. More than willing. They were all eager, for although cunts could be temporarily satiated, the hunger for cunt was constant. It was an emotional lust, rather than a physical need, and they regarded one another with open speculation, wondering who would be the next to get horny and require some loving tongue. Colleen, gently feeling Jennifer’s fat tit, said, “When shall we go to town?”

“Friday will be a good day,” said Carol. “Morgan and Fred usually have a boys’ night out.’

“What about Bob?” said Jennifer? “Maybe you can get him to go with them, Colleen.”

“I’m sure he’d love to but we… We don’t have much money.

“You’re forgetting, you’re our landlady now,” said Carol. “I guess we’d better pay our first month’s rent, eh, Jennifer?”

“Yes, of course,” said Jennifer.

“Okay, so Friday night it is!” said Carol.

And then, excited once more because their plans were definite now, the three horny wives got squirmy and wriggly and did a little titty sucking which led, in turn, to another cluster suck. It was a memorable day for the suburban residents of Black heath. Jennifer, Carol and Colleen had entered in to a lesbian alliance. Never again would they have to spend a day in a state of frustration, for among the three of them there would surely be an avid tongue available at any given time. Colleen had the added bonus of respite from her financial problems and Carol and Jennifer had made definite plans to seek strange dick. And, even as the three over-sexed wives were sucking each other off with gusto, the husbands were being less than chaste and faithful. Fred Foley was putting the pork to his secretary. Morgan Davis was getting his cock sucked in a dingy bar storeroom. But what of Bob Harrison?

Bob Harrison, that lazy young fellow with little ambition, was selling electric blenders from door to door. It wasn’t lucrative work, but he enjoyed it. He liked walking in the open air and he liked meeting people, whether he made a sale or not. This afternoon he met a remarkable person. He was going from apartment to apartment in a rather run-down tenement, without success. He wasn’t discouraged, for such was not his nature, but he was not hopeful of making a sale. Still, he intended to call on every apartment faithfully. He rang the bell of apartment 3B. A woman opened the door. She was wearing a man’s white shirt with long tails and nothing beneath. Her bare legs were shapely. The top three buttons of the shirt were unfastened and Bob could see her deep cleavage. “Hi,” he said. She peered at him suspiciously. She was a redhead, her hair tumbling in coils and ringlets around her face. She had a wide mouth with a full lower lip and she wore false eyelashes. “Who the fuck are you?” she said. “I’m selling electric blenders,” he said. “Oh, shit.”

“Not interested?”

“Naw. What the fuck do I want with an electric blender? I isn’t got anything to blend in the fucker. Shit.”

“Sorry,” he said. He was about to retreat but she showed no inclination to close the door. “Don’t have a slice of bread, even. Got no money to buy a loaf of bread, you want to sell me a blender.”

“Oh,” said Bob.

She said, “It’s the landlord’s fault.”

“Pardon me,” Bob said, willing to chat.

“The landlord. Slumlord. The geezer that owns this fucking tenement! It’s his fault. See, he let me move in here and I don’t have to pay no rent, which is just as well since I isn’t got any money. So the landlord comes round once a week and I give him a fuck–or sometimes a suck–instead of paying rent. So I figured that was okay. But now that I’m here, I’m trapped. Got no money to move out, you see. And he don’t want me to move out, neither, ugly as he is. Is he ugly! Fat and sweats a lot. Always got dog shit on his shoes. Anyhow, he comes round once a week and he brings a big box of groceries. So I got enough to last me until next week. Except this week I ran short. Had quite an appetite this week. That varies, depending on whether I have to give the landlord a fuck or suck, you know? Lots of calories in cum. Anyhow it’s a hell of a situation.”

“Em… Can’t you get a job?”

“Naw.”

“Welfare?”

“I get my principles. Anyhow, I can’t leave the house; on account of I got no clothes. I only had one dress when I moved in and the landlord took it. He left me this shirt. I don’t even have any fucking underwear,” she said. She proved the truth of that statement. She lifted the tail of the white shirt and Bob found himself looking at a burning bush, her bright-red pubic hair spread lavishly across her white loins. “You seem to be in difficulty,” Bob said. His cock had quivered a bit at the sight of that big, hairy cunt, for he was a potent fellow quite capable of getting an instant hard-on despite all the spunk that he poured into his bride every morning and night. “Yeah, it’s a bitch,” she said. She shook her head and her copper coils cascaded around her face. “On top of everything else, my vibrator broke,” she added. “I beg your pardon?”

“My vibrator. It broke this morning. You know… One of those things that a girl uses to vibrate her clit. It wasn’t so bad being cooped up here while I had the vibrator. I could spend my time buzzing myself off. But now I got nothing to do and the landlord don’t come until tomorrow.”

“I see.”

“I tried finger fucking like I used to do when I was a kid, but it isn’t the same no more. Once a girl gets used to a vibrator, a finger is pretty feeble.”

“I can understand that,” said Bob, and his cock was definitely roaming around his fly now. “Electric toothbrushes are okay, too. But I isn’t got one of them. But wait a minute…you sell electric blenders, huh? “Well, I got no use for a blender. Only thing I could blend in it would be cum.” She giggled at the thought. “The next time that the old bastard wants a blow job I could spit his spunk into the blender and whirl it around and make him drink it!” Bob laughed and his cock lurched.

“But there’s no way in hell I’m going to put my cunt in a blender,” she wait on. “It might feel sort of nice but the last thing mind is a blended pussy. But I got side tracked there for a moment. What I was gonna say is, if you sell blenders, you must know something about electric, huh?”

“Well… A bit.”

“Do me a favor? Have a look at my vibrator; see if maybe you can fix it?”

“All right,” said friendly, gregarious Bob. He entered the apartment.

“I’m afraid of electricity, myself,” she said. “But how else can a girl get vibrated? I’m afraid of heights, too. One time I was fucking this guy, sitting on his dick, see, and I got to thinking about how I was perched up there like a goddamn flagpole sitter and I got dizzy and fell off. Almost snapped his pecker off at the root, too. He was mad.” She trotted off, her ass wriggling around quite pleasantly under the long white shirttails. Bob pushed his prick which was quite rampant by this time, down into his trouser leg so that it wouldn’t stick out too obviously. But he wasn’t awfully concerned, since she had already shown him her cunt, by way of proving that her loins were unencumbered by panties. She came back with the vibrator, a phallic shaped device of plastic with an electric cord sprouting from the hilt. “I call it Elmer,” she said. “My name is Amy.”

“Hello, Amy,” said Bob. He didn’t say hello to Elmer.

“I sure hope you can fix it.”

“Well, I’ll see what I can do,” Bob said, and he took the plastic prick from her. She watched in a hopeful way as Bob unscrewed the socket at the hilt of the vibrator and probed around for loose wires or connections. He could find nothing wrong. He figured this remarkable woman probably had simply used it up, no electrical appliance will work forever, the way that a randy cunt will.

“I can’t see anything wrong. Could you plug it in, please?” Bob said. “Maybe the socket is at fault.”

“Sure,” she said. She took the cord and plug. Bob retained his grip on the hilt of the dildo, swinging it like a nightstick into his other hand, simply because he felt silly holding such a tool. The big knob whacked solidly into his palm and he could imagine how she had whacked it up her big pussy. A cord dangled from the ceiling. The light bulb had been taken out and replaced with a multi-socket fixture. Amy got up on a straight-backed chair so that she could plug the thing into that socket. As she lifted her arms, the tail of her shirt rose up and her blazing bush was again revealed to Bob–this time it was on eye level. Her meaty thighs were parted and Bob could see the juicy slit that bisected that red bush, like a swampy river flowing sluggishly through a forest fire. Her love-bud stood out like a fire tower from the flaming foliage. Bob’s dick was standing out like a fire tower itself, now, dragging the front of his trousers out and up. She plugged it in. He switched it on. The vibrator remained dormant. “That socket might be faulty,” he said. “Is there another place to plug it in?”

“Yeah,” she said.

She jumped nimbly from the chair and moved to the wall. Bob followed like a dog on the electric leash. Amy got down on her hands and knees to plug the cord into the wall socket. Her shirt rose up again and her ass was bared. Bob found it a pleasing ass, taut and trim. He could see her cunt once more, flowing between her thighs. She seemed to be wriggling about more than was absolutely necessary to plug the prongs into the socket but that might, well, to give her the benefit of the doubt, and be because she was nervous of electrical connections. Her ass was very solid and shapely. Bob saw her little brown eye revealed. She pushed the plug in. Nothing. “I’m afraid it’s kaput,” he said. “Oh, dear,” she wailed. She got up again, smoothing the shin down over her supple flanks. As she pulled it down her deep cleavage was revealed further and a rosy nipple slipped into view. She said, “I don’t suppose you could do me a favor?”

“Why not?” said Bob.

He was assuming, naturally enough, that this girl wanted him to take the place of her vibrator. But she said, “could you plug one of your blenders in while I vibrate myself?”

“What?”

Remarkably enough, she looked embarrass ed. She said, “A girl gets used to the humming noise a vibrator makes, you see. The noise is as much a part of it as the actual vibration. So if you could set one of your blenders humming, I could fuck myself with the vibrator and with the proper background sounds it might be okay?’ Bob was amused. He saw what a creature of habit and ritual this woman was. But he didn’t mind adding to her pleasure, for she seemed to have little enough fun in her life. He handed her the vibrator and took a blender from the box. He plugged it in and switched it on. Nothing happened. “Why, there’s nothing wrong with your vibrator,” he said, the truth dawning. “The electricity has been turned off.”

“That bastard landlord!” she cried. “No wonder none of the lights or the radio work!”

“That might have occurred to you.” She was biting her lip.

“I don’t suppose…

Bob waited patiently.

“Could you make a buzzing noise for me?”

Bob had never tried to make a buzzing noise. He considered it. He said; “Buzzzzz … Hummm… Zzzzzz…”

“Oh, yes! Don’t stop!” she cried. She unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off. Naked, she flopped down on the couch, knees uplifted, legs parted. She began to move the snout of the lifeless vibrator against her fat nipples. Her face contorted with passion and the fount between her thighs began to flaw like melting ivory. Bob watched, fascinated, buzzing steadily. Amy slipped the non-vibrating device down her belly and dipped it into her crotch. She rubbed the tip against her clit, and then began to push it in and out of her wet gash. Her pussy slurped as the tool went in and out. Bob was getting interested in his duty as a provider of sound effects. As the dildo disappeared up her hairy hole, he modified the sound, making it more muffled and subdued, as it would have been when buried up that hot box. As it pulled out, he hummed like an angry bumblebee and as it pushed in he flapped his lips moistly. “Ooooo… Ahhhh,” Amy moaned. “Hummmm,” said Bob. Amy was lost to lust and began to thrash about on the couch. She rose up on her knees, head down and ass thrust upwards. She was fucking the plastic prick into her twat steadily, from below. Cunt juice poured down her thighs and soaked the cushions under her belly. Her lovely bottom described geometrics in the air.

Bob whipped his pants open and his prick came charging out like a wounded buffalo. “Buzzz,” he intoned, as he moved to the couch and knelt behind Amy’s heaving buttocks. The background noise undulated from his lips, rising and falling. His cock seemed to be humming, too. The stalk was so taut that it had started to vibrate like a tuning fork and the bloated knob was pealing like a bell. It swayed like a conductor’s baton. He tapped the head against her ass. Amy looked over her shoulder. Bob raised his eyebrows, buzzing merrily away and Amy gave him a smile of affirmation. But her cunt was occupied by the plastic pecker and could not accommodate another tenant. Bob placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread them open. The globes spread, revealing her taut hole. He placed the tip of his tool against that tight hole and hesitated for a moment, but Amy made no objections. Bob began to push his cockhead up her piss-hole. Getting interested in this prelude to buggery, he forgot to buzz for a moment.

“Hum, damn you!” Amy wailed as she lustily crammed the false cock up her snatch. “Hummmm!” Bob intoned: and, inspired by the sound effects, Amy began to wriggle her juicy ass against him. Bob had never buried his dick up an asshole before but the technique seemed simple and he doubted very much if he would be broaching virgin ground. He pushed and her hole fluttered and loosened, He fed her half his knob and paused, buzzing steadily away all the while. She wriggled and heaved, as if trying to impale herself upon his spike. He grasped her by the hipbones, holding her ass steady, and began to forge his passage into her bowels. The fit was snug at first. Then her asshole relaxed, accommodating itself to the bulk of his big dick, and he plunged in to the root. Amy squealed with pleasure. Bob held that full penetration for a moment. She was still pushing the vibrator up her pussy and he could feel the hard plastic tool skim over his cock, separated only by the delicate membrane that divided the twin tunnels. Then he began to fuck into her ass with gusto. His hips corkscrewed as he shoveled his big pecker into that tight crevice and his spunk heavy balls swung in like a bell, slapping into her vibrator-filled crotch with a juicy smack.

Her asshole rippled on him with some magical reverse peristalsis, as if she sought to ingest him from the nether end, pulling his meaty peckerhead right up into her belly. She was slamming her ass back hard as he ground the hunk to her, and then rotating her hips as he drew back, so that her channel was working on his departing prong like a wringer. Bob, potent fellow that he was, was never far removed from the heights of orgasm. He tried to hold back, waiting for Amy. But Amy was inspired threefold–by his cock up her asshole, the vibrator up, her cunt and, as important as any, the steady humming sound he was making. She cried out as she started to cream. Bob pounded violently up her hole, his knob rushing into her bowels. He churned his big rod around just as if her asshole were a bowl and his dick a whirling blender, whipping the contents of her loins to heavy cream. He shot; his hips recoiled as the hot jet sped from his cock head and hosed her bowels. Her cunt overflowed, juice running down her slick thighs in banners and ribbons. Bob poured a second hot jet into her ass, then a third, weaker, a mere trickle.

He drew back and his cock popped from her ass. Her asshole clamped shut and cum bubbled out and ran down into her crotch, where it blended with her cunt juice in a concoction that no blender had ever managed. Amy continued to push the vibrator up her hole until she had milked out. The final ripples of her climax. Then she slid forward, her thighs collapsing, and lay on her belly. She looked back at Bob with a happy smile.

Bob realized that he was still buzzing. He seemed to have got into the habit. He stopped, switching his vocal chords off as if they had an electric switch. “Gee,” she said. “That was fun.” Bob left shortly thereafter, wishing the remarkable woman good fortune with her landlord and her problems. He worked the rest of the afternoon, making one sale and encountering no more women who required his services. Before he went home he stopped at a public restroom and washed his cock clean of the incriminating evidence, for he figured it would be disastrous if his bride were to discover that he had been less than faithful. When he got home, Colleen was waiting. When he asked her how she had spent the day, she smiled mysteriously. But she told him she had visited with Carol and Jennifer, which was true enough. They had a fuck before dinner. Halfway through the fuck, which was a missionary-position job without embellishments, Colleen looked up at him with a mystified expression. “Why on earth,” she said, “are you making that peculiar buzzing sound?”

She wandered through the garden, breathing in the beauty surrounding her. How she loved to come here, be engulfed by nature’s canvas and filled by the sound of its music. This was Mini’s favorite escape from the turmoil and tensions of everyday life. Her flowing white skirt brushed against her silky legs as she slowly traveled the rows of roses. Every so often she stopped briefly, leaned her curvaceous figure forward to take in the soft sensuality of a half-opened bud. The scent filled her senses and her mind. Such a flower caught her eye, as she settled onto the soft grass beneath the shade of a large magnolia tree in full bloom. She pulled her skirt over her knees and adjusted her sketch book onto her lap, ready to try and capture that beauty for her own collection. So absorbed in this world she was, Mini was left oblivious to the stranger observing her from across the garden’s stream. His eyes had caught her as soon as she entered the garden. He watched as she made her way among the blooms and foliage. The bright sun seemed to sparkle off the dark tresses that tumbled over her shoulders. The waves that framed her face drew his attention to the exquisiteness of her fair skin, and her dark rose colored lips. Rick had never before been overcome with such feeling, such emotion. Immediately he longed to touch those full lips, to trace them with the tip of his finger, and to feel them press their softness to his own.

But most intoxicating to him were those dark eyes. As soon as she looked up from her drawing he noticed their intensity. He felt the instantaneous warmth spread through his senses. He could only imagine the passions those ebony eyes were windows to. How he longed to gaze into them, to be lost within them as he reached the heights of those passions with her. All this ravaged Pabby’s mind and senses as he watched her. When she finished her sketch, and began to gather her belongings, he knew he must catch this lovely creature before she left. The idea of letting her slip away before having the chance to just speak with her suddenly terrified him. To lose that chance, though sure to be slim, at sharing in such fervor was something he would not do. Still oblivious to the man with her among the flowers, Mini collected her tools to head back to her dreary apartment. How she hated the city, its dark streets, shuffling shadows and gray demeanor. This garden set apart in the center of it was her only escape. She had promised herself long ago that someday she would flee its monotony for the flowing meadows of the country she had grown up in. Goodness that seemed so long ago, but she still had not lost hope of returning. The gloom of spending another evening alone there though made it even more foreboding. Lost in these thoughts and memories, Mini did not hear the man approaching until she felt his presence almost right next to her. Startled, she whirled around to find him standing only a few feet away, simply gazing at her.

Frightened a bit by his closeness and unnerving gaze, she backed a few steps away and stumbled over the roots of the tree. Quickly his hand shot out to catch her arm before she tumbled down then softened his grasp as she steadied herself. The soft smile and kindness that now sparkled in his blue eyes relaxed her a bit, and some of her fear drifted away. His eyes were so blue, matching the clear oceans of the tropics, and sparkled in the afternoon’s rays. Marie returned his warm smile, then realized she was still staring into those eyes, and quickly pulled her gaze away mumbling a soft thank you. “I’m sorry to have frightened you. I should have spoken sooner, but I was so enthralled as I watched you. I mean observed you drawing. Your passion for the beauty here simply radiates from you.” Pabby removed his hand, though reluctant to break the touch, the electricity he felt between them strained to hold him there. It took all he had to not reach out at that moment and brush his hand against her blushing cheek. God she was beautiful, was all he could think.

“I didn’t realize anyone was here with me. Not many people come here, that I have noticed anyhow. But then it seems I become so absorbed in the surroundings, I don’t notice the people moving about within it.” She was still blushing, trying desperately not to get lost back in that gaze again. She had felt the surge of desire when he had steadied her earlier. Instantly her body had reacted to it and still she felt the warmth travel through out her. The sculpted features of his body captivated her; it had been so long. So long since she had felt such yearning, and she longed for it. Mini trembled a bit from the thoughts that overwhelmed her mind, the sketchbook dropped from her hands. At once they both leaned down to catch it, and their hands met on the paper. As they rose from the ground his hand did not leave hers. Gently he caressed the top with his thumb, and the look in his eyes revealed to her his ache to stroke other parts of her body with equal gentleness. With the registration of this in her mind, she realized her own hunger to have that touch, to have his touch. Instantly Pabby sensed the submission in her body, and he knew he had to have her. Share in the passion he had earlier observed. His hand traveled from the top of hers, over the soft satin of her lavender blouse, up to those full lips. He traced them gently, memorizing them with his fingertips.

A soft sigh escaped her, making the touch of his finger even warmer. She let her eyes flutter shut, to fully absorb this soft touch. Mini felt his lips before they actually touched hers, felt their heat as they neared, and a sudden hunger shook her body. She let her hands softly trace the outline of his body through his shirt. Their kiss deepened as the hunger grew, and their bodies pressed together as their breathing deepened with it. Unable to stand the barrier of the clothing, Pabby gently laid her onto the soft ground. His hands found the buttons of her blouse and took their time opening each one. He savored each new revelation of her flesh, the softness, heat and creaminess of it. He longed to taste her, the sweetness he knew she held within. Her body quivered as his lips left hers, making a trail between her breasts as he moved down her body. She slipped her own fingers beneath his shirt, anxious to feel the fire he was offering to her. Each removal of clothing gave them more flesh to explore, and they relished in it. Tasting and caressing each other, drunk in the desire that engulfed them both. When their clothes lay scattered around them, their naked bodies entwined such as the climbing roses that surrounded them from the busy outside streets. Once again their lips met, more fervently this time, their tongues danced together in a lover’s tango. She pulled his hips to hers, letting him feel the moisture he had created.

The heat of her honey against his throbbing need overtook him. Rick plunged into her, his cry of passion carried away by the late afternoon breeze. Her womb enveloped him, clenching around him as he moved further into her depths. Their kiss breaking, Mini’s own cry of pleasure floated away with his. Her muscles clenched onto him as he filled her, and over and over he drove into her. Both of them became lost in this moment of pure ecstasy, their bodies building to ever expanding heights. Their movements so in sync with one another they could have been long time lovers. Perfectly they fit together, each touching the most sensual spots of the other, until they soared together. Once again their cries united with the wind, moans of mutual release flowed from them. Their bodies embraced together as the explosion ripped through them from the very core. Pabby embraced her as their bodies began to relax. He pulled her over with him to lie on their sides gazing into each other’s eyes, still joined by the softening member between them, they held the moment. As he stroked the damp hair from her cheek, they knew if nothing else, they would hold this passion between them in their memories forever.

Hello all ISS fans. This is Abhishek Singh, an 18 years old boy from Delhi. I have written many stories in ISS from past one year. But from few weeks I have been quite for some personal reasons. But know there will be some blast from the past by me. Now I will write only insect stories in ISS and I am sure that u will enjoy too much. This story starts from here. I couldn’t believe I was going along with this. It was my husband’s idea to spice up our marriage, and we had fantasized about another male in the bedroom. But I’d only gotten into it when we were really horny and worked up. Now, he’d taken me out to eat, got some good wine in me, surprised me by whisking me into a hotel suite and was slowly ravishing me when he stopped. He told me he had one more surprise for me, and I sensed I knew what he was up to. My part of the bargain was that the lights stayed-out and I had to go with the situation. I was already so worked up and wet that I gave in. He threw on trousers and a shirt and was out the door. Not two minutes later, I heard the key in the door, and my mystery man walked in.

I couldn’t possibly make out any of his features in the dark, but the silhouette was plainly that of a tall, well-built man. He walked to the edge of the bed and without a word started taking off his clothes. I wanted to see, but I also knew this would be easier for me if I couldn’t. So, I just took a deep breath and laid back. He was on the bed down at the foot of it, and he proceeded up very slowly by kissing and rubbing up my legs, using his hands to part my legs for him. I reached down and put my hands into his thick head of hair, while his expert lips traced up the insides of my legs. He teased all around my pussy before he ever set his tongue to my pussy lips. When he did go there it was like a switch was flipped as he loved tasting me and lapping at my juices. I moaned my approval as his tongue and lips played at my pussy lips and clit. “Yyyyeeessss.” I was loving it and starting to relax more. After taking his time down there and kissing every inch of me there, he pulled himself up so that he was on his knees on the middle of the bed. I instinctively sat up and moved to where I could bend to his cock.

I gripped him and instantly marveled at his thick and long cock. I had sensed he was young, and for some reason I was even more sure as I had him in my mouth he was very hard and so into it. As my tongue licked up and down his shaft, he put his hands in my hair, eventually bringing my face up to kiss me. He kissed me sensuously, cupping my face with his hands. He deeply French-kissed me and eased me back onto my back in a very loving and gentle way. For a moment I smelled a very distinctive scent about him that I just couldn’t place at first. He kissed at my neck and chest, leaving wet trails down to my breasts and hard pointed nipples. I was very wet and needed him in me. I reached back down and stroked his cock with my hand. With his mouth sucking sweetly on my nipple, I realized the cologne to be one that was new, I think that my son had tried it. So, it made sense, this was a young guy, too, who had tried the same. My attention was back to the nipples he had sucked so well. He pulled off them and positioned himself between my legs.

At long last, I thought. First my husband teases me and works me up only to leave, and now this kid has taken his time getting his cock into my pussy. He took his cock in his hand and worked the head between my lips teasing me, making me somehow even wetter than before. I was ready to fuck and to be fucked. I wanted him to know, too. “I need you to fuck me. Give it to me.” I pleaded. He immediately stopped when he heard me, which was the opposite of what I intended. “C’mon,” I moved to him and pushed at him, “I need this.” I was so ready, so wet, so beyond control. I heard his voice low and eerily familiar, “are you sure you want it?” Then, I knew. I couldn’t believe this. My son was between my legs with his cock pressed to my wet and inviting pussy lips. My head was spinning with the thoughts of how he had licked and tasted me, I’d sucked him, and we’d deeply French kissed. Now, he was there. One last thought had entered my mind as he was poised on top of me and at my pussy he’d stopped at the sound of my voice and revealed his own to me. But he didn’t jump off the bed. No, he asked if I was sure. So, I replied the best way I thought I could. I tilted my legs up and back in response, sending him the message he needed.

“Give it to me,” I blurted. And with that, he pushed forward driving his cock deep inside me and causing me to cry out. When his cock was completely inside me and filled me, he still pushed into me, grinding me and letting me feel his balls against my ass. “Do you like that? Is that what you want?” he implored, no longer worried about his voice. “Yes,” I screamed as he stretched me and started fucking me powerfully in long firm strokes. “Fuck me darling,” I grunted, urging him on, no longer worried about my voice as well. He moved smoothly and sensuously over me. He knew just how to vary the strokes and make me squirm. After we had been moving in sync for a while together, he picked up the pace, and I got into it even more, getting very vocal with my moans and grunting. “Yeahhh, you fuck me so good, baby. Give it to me oooohhhh.” He got close and was soon pistoning in and out of me, and I brought my legs up higher, open for him. His head jerked back, and now he grunted. “Uuuhhhhh yyeeeaaaahhhh.” He slowed as he shot into me and started rocking against me. I held his ass as he finished in me.

“Oh baby, that was fantastic,” I told him, stroking his broad shoulders as he rested on top of me. He kissed the side of my face with moist pecks, and I moved my lips to his. I kissed him and he was no longer Brad, my son as a kid, but Brad an adult and a man. Okay and my son. I sensed he felt differently now, too. “That’s wild that you were in on this,” he said to me as we moved about and got up. “Huh, what are you talking about?”

“Well, when Dad set this up, he never let on that it’d be you in here.”

“Are you kidding? He didn’t? You mean, you didn’t know?” I was staring at him in disbelief.

“No, he told me that he had a friend who was hot, fun and good in bed. We talk sometimes about my wanting to get more experience, and he said he’d try to set me up. Couple days ago, he told me to be here but that his friend would be shy and want to be discreet.”

“That son-of-a-bitch.” I was incensed.

“What?” Brad asked.

“Son, I didn’t know either. I had no idea.”

“But, Dad left the room. I passed him. You knew that, right? It wasn’t him–you knew, right?” Now I was a little taken back. No easy way to explain this. But after intense sex, well why not go here, too. “Well, we’d talked at times about another guy, and well,” I paused and it started to sink in for him and he smiled a devilsh grin. “He brought me up here tonight, got me going, and sprang it on me in bed right before you came in. Only, I had no idea it was you.” We were talking as we dressed, and I openly stared as he stuffed his cock into his boxers, before tugging on his jeans.

“So I didn’t know and you didn’t know,” he said. “Well, not until well after you were here.” Now, I had the grin. We both hugged tight, and things had forever changed between us. Exactly how we couldn’t completely explain, but of course. Brad’s dad had told him to slip back downstairs, before his friend was back out of bed. Brad was to meet him down in the bar. “Good son, let’s go see your dad,” I told him, and Brad gave me that look like maybe Brad didn’t want to be around when I saw his dad. “C’mon, everything’s fine,” I assured him. We rode the elevator downstairs, and I actually felt a warmness standing next to Brad. Here I was, till tonight the reserved and shy wife never given to step out-of-bounds, try much new, or really have a wild side. Then, ol hubby let our imaginations go a bit, and he decides to hatch this trick. Well, what a trick. Maybe it was the buzz from the great sex or maybe just my state of shock altogether, but I felt a certain stride as I walked Brad into the bar from the elevator. Brad’s dad was at the end of the bar finishing a gulp of scotch, when we walked up beside him, and he turned and saw us both of us right before him. The look on his face said, uh oh. Then came the nervous half smile. Brad beside me probably didn’t know what to do.

“Look, let me explain,” he started. “Oh Bill,” I stopped him in a light-hearted tone he never expected, “really, there’s no need. Right, son?” And with that I turned to Brad, who turned his face to me. My left hand reached up and I brought Brad’s mouth directly to mine, and I proceeded to lay a deep, slow French kiss on Brad, letting it last for a long moment. I worked my tongue around the inside of Brad’s mouth good, teasing his tongue with mine, before I let him loose. I looked back at Bill, and his mouth was wide open and trying to find words. “Try not to overdo it before driving home, dear,” I told him, “we’d stick around and have a drink, but I got this horse I want to ride some more,” and I grabbed Brad’s crotch with a squeeze, smiling a big smile to Bill. I turned Brad toward the door, wrapped my arm around his waist and led us out of the bar. I never looked back but I could feel Bill’s eyes still on us as we left. Before we were actually out-of-sight, I draped my hand from Brad’s waist down into his back jean’s pocket, grabbing a handful of his ass. Brad was speechless. Up in the elevator, Brad finally spoke. “What are we doing?”

“Going back up to finish what we started,” I watched the crotch of his jeans twitch. “That is, unless you’d rather not.” Out of the elevator, we walked down the hall, and I unlocked the door to the room. We stepped inside, and as soon as we were inside, he was still concerned about everything, “What about dad?” I gazed at him thoughtfully for a couple of seconds. Then, I slowly dropped to my knees in front of him. I took my time, undoing his belt and unfastening those jeans. I let the sound of that zipper I was pulling down stay in the air as I peeled back the sides of his jeans showing me close-up those boxers again. He helped with kicking off his shoes. As he peeled off his shirt for me, I saw in the light that stomach and smooth hair I’d only felt earlier tonight. He had a trail of black hair going into his dark red boxers, which were tenting in front, giving away my effects on my young man. I hooked my fingers into the sides of his boxers and started the slow stripping down of them. First, there was the mat of hair being revealed and next the thick base of his dick which strained against the fabric I was pulling. I moved them some more, until they weren’t quite off the end of his penis, and the effect was to bow his meat so that the shaft jutted out and down, with the head still captured just below.

I moved my face closer and pulled the boxers on over, causing his thick cock to slap at my face and lips. Wow, I thought, is this my son? Thick and enlarged, his cock angled up, I letting it rub my face as it twitched. I felt warm smooth flesh as it patted my face. Brad moved his hands to his crotch as if to keep his twitching member from hitting my face, but my hands stopped his and held them. Then I put them in my hair, which I could tell by the way he stroked my hair, that he liked my idea. I brought my left hand to massage his balls, and with my right, I worked my hand around the base of his cock. I stuck my wet tongue to the underside of his shaft and started a long, wet lick up him, savoring the smooth hot flesh that was for me. The tip of my tongue lightly played at the crown of his head, and I moved it against the sensitive area underneath his head, hearing him slowly moan his pleasure. I tilted back for a moment of no touching but of my breath on him. My right hand moved a little farther up, and I wrapped my lips onto him.

“YYYEEESSS,” he urged as I slowly took him on into my mouth and started my up and down stroking of him with my wet lips and mouth. He got into it with a gentle pumping motion between my lips, and I now had my son fucking my mouth. It didn’t take long before he seemed ready to erupt. As much as I wanted it, I had something else in mind. I backed his dick from my mouth. “Honey, go get on the bed.” Sorry readers! The story is not real. Author’s message to all the readers. I Abhishek Singh am a call boy. I used to give services in the areas of I.P.EXT, mayur vihar phase-1 and 2, Shakarpur, Laxmi nagar, west Vinod nagar, mandawali, and all the places near by them. I am not to smart nor too handsome. But the thing which I have is my style and my attitude to fuck the girls and too pleasure out them. I guarantee their satisfaction and secrecy for 100%. My charge is Rs.180/- for one hour of one female. If you are interested then contact me at my email address at [email protected]. For orkut users my email address is [email protected]. So add me on orkut and enjoy your life because life fucks everyone. Hey come on girls get really fuck like this story in Delhi with me and enjoy.

Hello all ISS fans. This is Abhishek Singh, an 18 years old boy from Delhi. I have written many stories in ISS from past one year. But from few weeks I have been quite for some personal reasons. But know there will be some blast from the past by me. Now I will write only insect stories in ISS and I am sure that u will enjoy too much. This story starts from here. I stood at the kitchen sink slowly working my way through the unusually large pile of dishes, glancing from time to time out of the window at the small group of kids cavorting around the pool. Kids? I shook my head wonderingly; some of them didn’t look much like kids any more even though they were all of a similar age to my daughter Natasha. She had just turned 18, and this was a slightly belated birthday party. When she’d first asked for the party I was a little dubious, heck the last thing I needed was a tribe of screaming kids around, but I couldn’t really refuse Natasha, she’d taken it very badly when her mother left three years ago, and was only now starting to come out of it and start smiling again. So I’d agreed and had even done much of the catering myself, to the surprise and delight of Natasha’s friends, who thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

But as for a tribe of screaming kids, well they were a little noisy jumping in and out of the pool, and that was to be expected when 6 or 7 teenage girls get together, but kids they certainly weren’t. My mind flashed back to the two who had recently rushed into the kitchen to get themselves a cool drink, I’d turned to say something to them, but had only managed to gape. They were both kneeling in front of the fridge peering in, trying to decide what to drink, with them leaning forward and me standing up looking downwards I had a perfectly clear and uninterrupted view of their firm young breasts almost spilling out of their bikini tops, and I found myself reacting almost violently, my cock leaping and jerking inside my shorts. I quickly turned away, shocked by my reaction, and worked furiously at the dishes until they had left, then I collapsed against the sink and groaned. Damn it was time I had another woman in my life, three years of abstinence was playing havoc with my hormones, and I needed to get myself under control and fast.

Once again I glanced through the window, and groaned aloud, damn, there was another one, just so sexy. She was standing at the pool’s edge, her back to me, bent over ready to dive in, her bikini bottoms had crept almost totally into the crack of her ass so it looked almost naked as she hesitated before diving. Everything took on that freeze frame, slow motion aspect, and I could clearly see the interplay of the muscles in her ass cheeks as she rocked slightly back and forth. My cock was immediately rock hard as my eyes almost bored into her cute, sexy ass, then she hurled herself into the water and churned down the pool, turning at the far end and churning back down again, and I watched her all the way, totally mesmerized. Then she stood up, laughing, and I gasped in shock, it was Natasha, my own daughter that I’d just been perving on, that I’d just reacted to with the biggest, hardest erection of the day so far.

I knew it was time for me to get out, to get as far away from these horny young ladies as possible, but I was stuck, I’d promised their parents that I’d be here the whole time. As all these thoughts were going through my head I was still standing staring out at Natasha as she laughed and spoke to one of her friends off to the side, then she placed her hands on the side of the pool and levered herself out of the water, and I groaned afresh and a huge shudder ran through me as I found myself staring at her amazingly ripe breasts almost escaping from her bikini, indeed, momentarily one breast did pop out and I found myself staring lustfully at her hard, almost ruby red nipple, before she quickly popped her breast back in as she stood up and clearly made some joking comment to one of her friends, as I heard the extra loud peals of laughter ring out. Then she turned and waved and grinned at me through the window, and I flushed with embarrassment, damn, she’d known I was there, probably knew that I’d seen her little accident, how was I going to face her later.

Fortunately, at that point I came to the end of the dishes, so I scuttled out of the kitchen, grabbing an ice cold drink as I left, and retired to my study, flicked on the computer and started to surf the net. For a while I couldn’t concentrate, images of those nubile young things out at the pool kept on intruding, but eventually I found some interesting information I’d been looking for and started to concentrate again on the more mundane realities of life, like work. The next couple of hours sped by as I engrossed myself in the new information I’d found on the web, so much so that I was quite startled when there was a knock on the door and Natasha called out that some of her friend’s parents had arrived to take them home. I hurried out and played the gracious host for a short while. Accepting the girl’s thanks and their parent’s thanks and waving them on their way. Over the next half hour the rest of the parent’s turned up and the girls all left and I slipped into the kitchen, knowing there would at least be some glasses to wash and dry. I was surprised on glancing out of the window to realize that it was dark already, wow, where had all the time gone.

A beaming Natasha then came in with another lot of glasses and stood there telling me how great the party had been and how much everyone had enjoyed it, and how wonderful the food was, etc. I listened and smiled and washed the glasses, glad that at least she was back in normal clothes and I wasn’t subjected to what had happened earlier, although just the thought of that had my cock starting to twitch again, especially when she snuggled into me real close and gazing up at me asked if I’d liked her friends. When I laughingly said they seemed a lovely group, she grinned and said that some of them thought I was quite a spunk – which made me flush a little – and I tried not to seem too eager when I asked laughingly who could possible be so blind. When she told me it was the two girls that I’d reacted to in the kitchen, I almost reacted again, remembering their hot little breasts, and maybe it showed a little on my face, because Natasha looked strangely at me, “Are you ok , daddy?, you look quite flushed” she said. “Oh, I’m fine” I muttered, “Guess it must be the steam from the water”

She nodded and smiled, but with a lift of her eyebrow that said she wasn’t totally convinced I was telling the truth. “Well, if you’re really ok, I think I’ll go off to bed, it’s been an exciting day, thank you so much, daddy, I know you didn’t really want all those people here, but it was lovely, and I really enjoyed it” she said, and lifted onto tip toes to brush her lips across my cheeks, then dashed from the room. For some reason the heat of her lips stayed with me long after she’d gone, a discomforting reminder of the feelings I’d experienced that day. Heck, she’d kissed me before and I’d never reacted like this, it could only be the turned on feeling that all those nubile young girls had given me earlier that evening. I finished the dishes and cleared up in the lounge room then headed back to my study to resume my work on the computer, but this time I couldn’t settle and couldn’t concentrate at all. Eventually I gave up in disgust and closed the computer down and wandered into my bedroom, standing staring for a long moment out at the pool glistening in the moonlight, then making a sudden decision to take a dip, after all it was still very warm, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get straight off to sleep. I smiled to myself as I undressed; maybe a dip in a nice cool pool was just what I needed to get rid of the heat that was inside me, a heat which even now had my cock standing almost to attention.

Damn, I was never going to squeeze that into my bathers. I looked out again, remembering that Natasha had said she was going to bed, there was no one else around and the neighbors couldn’t see over the fences at all, so why bother, I thought. For a moment I stood there undecided, almost unaware that I was gently stroking my cock and it was swiftly rising to full attention, but when I did realize it I pulled my hand away sharply, groaning. Damn, how stupid, now I had to go in like that. Quietly I eased the sliding glass doors open that led from my bedroom to the patio, and walked outside. The moon was surprisingly bright, bathing the back yard in quite a glow, I looked up, stopping for a moment as a cloud scudded across, then realized I’d walked around the pool to the shallow end, so without any hesitation I dove in, cutting the water fairly cleanly so there was very little splash, and stroking almost eagerly up the length of the pool.

The sudden coolness of the water had the immediate effect I’d been hoping for, collapsing my erection like a pricked balloon, so when I reached the wall I felt comfortable and at ease. I held onto the wall for a moment, and then did a slow backstroke down to my original starting point. As my arm came over on the last stroke, instead of a hard wall I found a soft squirmy body and a loud giggle “Oh daddy, look where you’re going” I was so shocked I promptly turned turtle and took in a mouthful of water and came up spluttering and coughing with tears streaming from my eyes, “What how where did you come from?” I spluttered. “I was here when you came out, didn’t you see me?” She asked, laughing at my discomfort. “No, you weren’t, you couldn’t have been” I stammered, hoping against hope that I was right. She grinned at me “I can prove it by telling you what you looked like” she said, mischievously.

I looked at her blankly, then it hit me like a sledge hammer, I’d walked out to the pool with the most enormous erection, oh God she hadn’t? But one look at the grin on her face and I knew she had. I felt my face go the brightest shade of red imaginable. “Whatever were you thinking of, daddy? All those gorgeous girls in the pool this afternoon perhaps?” She asked impishly. “Natasha!” I exclaimed, “How could you think.”

“Well” she broke in, laughing, “You were certainly looking at them, and at me too, I saw you. All the girls saw you, and all of them were trying to catch your eye, I told you, they think you’re quite a spunk, did you think they were pretty….and sexy?”

“Natasha!” I exclaimed again, my vocabulary suddenly very limited, “You shouldn’t speak to your father like that”

“Sorry, daddy” she said, looking suddenly very contrite, “I didn’t mean to tease, but you did like them didn’t you?” I sighed loudly and tried to look away, “Well, ok, I admit that they were all pretty and I did look but none of them was as pretty as you” I quickly added. “Really, daddy, you mean that, I thought Samantha was much prettier than me and certainly much bigger” she said. I found myself flushing again, “Well I can’t speak about size, I mean I wasn’t that close gulp but no one is as beautiful as you” I stammered. “Oh daddy, you are sweet” she said, and lurched up out of the water and threw her arms around my neck. It was then I realized why she’d been crouched down with only her head showing…she wasn’t wearing a bikini top in fact, as her young body folded itself into mine I realized with a start that she wasn’t wearing a costume at all. “Natasha!” I gasped, damn, same vocabulary again, “You’re not wearing why what” She giggled into my neck, “Well if it’s ok for you to wear nothing, it’s ok for me too”

I groaned, knowing full well I should break away immediately, but her naked body felt so good, so right pressed up against me, her firm young breasts pressing into my chest, her hard nipples almost burning into me, and my reaction was too quick for me to hide anyway, as my cock started to throb and grow, pressing against her upper leg. I did make an effort, I reached up and tried to pry her hands from around my neck, but that just seemed to make her wriggle more, “No, daddy, please, I like it like this” she whispered, her face upturned to mine, and we stood like that a long moment, a moment when my cock got harder and harder and pressed ever more firmly into her. My hands had fallen back to her shoulders and then down to her back, and then onto the slopes of her naked buttocks, lightly caressing her, and still we stood there, not a word said.

Then, with a deep groan I lowered my lips to hers, felt hers part immediately and my tongue dart inside, felt a huge shudder run through her body, felt her tongue come out to dance with mine, and we were kissing wildly and passionately. I don’t know how long that kiss lasted, but when I finally pulled away I was shaking from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. We were both breathing like we’d just run a mile in record time, her firm young breasts heaving and bouncing around, drawing my eyes, “Do you really think they’re beautiful daddy” she whispered. “Oh yes” I said, another shudder running through me, “as beautiful as I’ve ever seen”, and I lifted one hand and gently cupped one of her breasts. She seemed to arch backwards as I stroked her breast, rolling the hard nipple between my finger and thumb, causing it to swell even more and a shiver to run through her, then I leaned down and brushed my lips lightly over it, running my tongue around her hot nipple, bringing a groan from her throat. “Oh daddy, that feels so good” she whispered, “I don’t ever want you to stop”

Well I didn’t want to stop either, right or wrong didn’t seem to matter any more, all I wanted was to please her and to please me too I was on fire. Without another word I led her to the steps and helped her out of the pool, taking the opportunity to gaze lovingly at her tight sexy ass. Then I was leading her to my room, my hand around her waist, hand resting on her tight ass cheeks, and she was looking up at me, a smile on her face, and her hand lightly stroking my massive cock. Then we were inside, and I guided her to my bed and sat her down, “Are you sure you want this?” I whispered. A shudder ran through her, but didn’t disturb the smile on her face, “Oh yes, Daddy, whatever, you want” she whispered back. I took her hands and guided it to my throbbing cock, “I want you to lick and suck my cock first, get to know it before it comes into you, do you understand?” I asked. She gazed at my big cock from just a few inches away, and her tongue came out to sweep across her lips, “Yes daddy, I know” she said, and leaned down and started to run her tongue up and down the length of it. My body almost exploded on the spot, god it had been so long since a woman had done that to me, and now, my own daughter, oh, wow it was so hot. I watched as her lips and tongue teased and played with my cock and my balls, and was surprised at how much she seemed to be enjoying it, occasionally she would glance up at me and grin, “Mmm, daddy. You’re so big and hot, am I doing it right?” God was she ever! She was driving me wild, and I knew I’d better stop it before I blew my stack.

She actually mewed with disappointment as I moved her away and eased her down onto the bed, but those quickly turned to mews of pleasure as my own hands, lips and tongue took to her body, searching out and caressing every single part from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. When I got to her pussy, she literally went wild, thrashing about and almost falling off the bed, crying and screaming her delight, urging me on…and I was all too willing to oblige, dipping my tongue into her tight, juicy pussy, reaming her tight little ass, sucking on her surprisingly large clit, and lifting her through a number of quick, surging orgasms. Then she was pulling at me, urging me up, my tongue running over her stomach to her incredibly firm beautifully formed breasts with their tight hot nipples, and she was reaching down for me, clasping my rock hard cock and rubbing its head up and down her pussy lips, “Please, daddy,” she whispered hotly, “Please, come into me” Well I don’t think a stampeding herd of elephants could have stopped me or pulled me away by this time, I wanted her so badly. I reached down and hooked my hands behind her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly, allowing the tip of my cock to slide into her pussy lips and she cried out, “Oh yes, oh god yes, daddy”, spreading her legs wider still.

“Oh Natasha, daddy wants you so much, daddy wants to fuck you” I whispered hotly and pressed my cock ever deeper into her tight pussy, spreading the walls wide, god she was so tight. She screamed once more as I lanced so deep that my balls cannoned into her raised ass cheeks, and I held still for a moment, waiting for the pain to ease, the pain I knew she’d felt as her hymen had been split by my ramming cock. Oh god, I’d just taken my daughter’s cherry! The fire was raging in me, and I started to move, slowly at first and not very far, but as she loosened up and started to respond, my strokes got longer and harder, and soon I was fucking her like crazy, lifting her ass and pounding my cock into her, and she was crying out again, not with pain this time, but with pleasure and delight. “Oh yes daddy, fuck me hard, so good, Oh I do love your cock in me” she cried, and I fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her, amazing myself a little with how long I was managing to last in her tight hot pussy, but then I knew I was close to coming, my balls were bubbling and boiling like crazy, my cock starting to swell. Oh god, I suddenly couldn’t remember if I’d arranged for her to be on the pill, and I was just about to let fly. I quickly pulled out, hearing her deep groan of disappointment, and grabbed my hot cock and started to pump it, but she grabbed it away from me and pumped it like mad, and after just a few seconds I was exploding. Great arches of hot, white cum juice spraying over her breasts and her face and her body, and she was screaming and trying to catch it in her mouth, so I leaned forward and jammed my cock into her mouth, spewing the final spurts deep into her throat, fucking her mouth like I’d been fucking her pussy.

God what a hot , horny mess of cum, all over her, and she, lying there with a smile like a Cheshire cat all over her face, “Mmmm daddy, that was so good, but why didn’t you shoot into me pout I wanted you in me” she said. I groaned, “I wasn’t sure if you were protected” I said. She grinned, “Of course, daddy, I’m not silly you know, I organized that when I turned 13…just in case” My eyes flew wide and she laughed, then reached up and stroked my face, “But I was saving it for you, daddy, except you never seemed to notice me, well not as a woman, that is” she added. I looked down at her and grinned, “Oh, if you only knew, I’ve been noticing you ever since you were 14” I said. She grinned right back and reached down and cupped my still partially hard cock, “Well” she said, “Now that you’ve done more than notice me, now that your beautiful cock has filled me up and I’ve made you cum, now I’m a real woman….your woman…whenever you want me” That sent a hot shudder right through me, and I looked at her with entirely new eyes, then let those eyes drift down her tight, succulent body, “Oh yes. Natasha, you’re daddy’s girl from now on, and there’s nothing I won’t do to make you happy” I said, hotly. She reached up and placed a finger over my lips, and pouted, “I’m daddy’s woman, not daddy’s girl, and I’m going to make sure you never look at another woman … unless I want you too!” She said, and grinned, “Maybe if you’re extra good to me I’ll get some of my friends to come around and…”

Oh Jesus, the thought of her horny young friends just about exploded me again, and without any warning I rammed my newly erect cock back into her tight pussy. Causing her to scream and wail some more, as I fucked her even harder than the first time, and this time, much to her delight I didn’t pull out, I filled her steaming pussy with my hot cum juice, filled it to overflowing!!! Then I lay between her legs and slowly and sensuously licked my cum juice from her pussy, enjoying the almost cloyingly sweet taste of our fused juices, enjoying the shaking and shuddering of her body as my tongue reamed around her throbbing , swollen clitoris, enjoying her cries and whimpers as still more orgasms rippled through her. God, I couldn’t get enough of her succulent body. Then she was squirming around, and her lips were stroking my softening cock, bringing it back to instant hardness, her eager tongue flicking over my cock head, driving me wild, before taking the whole cock deep into her hot mouth. I moaned loudly, my body going into frantic spasms as her hot your mouth toyed with me, taking me to the brink of another orgasm before easing away and slowing down. Lifting my surging cock high, she took my heavy balls, one by one into her mouth and slowly squeezed them with her tongue, before flicking her tongue over that super sensitive area between the ball sac and the anus. I groaned loudly and shuddered, and immediately she took my cock back into her mouth and with a combination of sucking, licking and stroking brought it back to that point where nothing could stop it exploding like a veritable volcano, and she was drinking my hot cum, pulling my spurting cock deep into her throat so she didn’t lose one drop. Her own pussy was convulsing on my tongue, pouring her pussy juices into my eager mouth, and we shook and shuddered and emptied ourselves into each other. God it was soooo good.

When we were both spent, I squirmed around until I was again holding her beautiful young body to mine, gazing into her dark, fire filled eyes, “Wow, wherever did you learn to do that?” I whispered. She chuckled, “Well, while I was waiting for you to notice me. And do something about it, I had to do something about my own horniness, and the boys seemed to love it when I blew their stacks for them”

“God, I can imagine” I exclaimed, “It’s a wonder they didn’t want to take it further”

“Oh they did” she giggled, “But when I finished playing with their cocks they never seemed to be in a fit state to do anything about it”

I leaned back and laughed, “Now that I can believe” I said, but my own cock was trying to make a liar out of her as it swelled and stiffened yet again, and looking down at it she grinned.

“But they were boys. And you’re different” she whispered hotly, as she swiveled her body on top of mine and her hot, horny pussy once again surged down over it, “mm, yes daddy, yes, fuck me again, please, don’t ever stop”

Well, I tried not to! And for a while time again stood still as we took each other to new heights of ecstasy.

Afterwards we lay for ages in each other’s arms, each no doubt dreaming of all that was to come. MMMMMMMMM!!

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