After Affects Of Hurricane
Kyle put it on. He felt the power of the animal that it took to make it, his nostrils flared.
Daryl said "Ya, Ya but this one was different. This time I dreamed about Mom."
"What?" asked Ann, incredulously, "in the back?"
My father was no stranger to my body. I sunbathe nude, and we rarely wear suits in the pool, even when we have guests. In our sauna, where we often have visitors, no one uses towels for modesty, only to protect their bodies from the heat of the stove. But in that restaurant, as our meal came, I used my body in ways my father had never seen. They were ways I had never used. With my girlfriends, no pretense was ever needed. I had watched my mother for years though, and copied the grace she used to move her long, lithe body in ways that seemed completely natural but which were entirely contrived to excite and entice. I arched my back, bringing up my full round breasts, forcing the thin material of my gown to stretch and reveal the hardness of my nipples. I rubbed my leg against my father's maintaining contact to confirm the touch was not incidental or accidental. I flipped my long blonde hair and turned in ways that showed off my cleavage in the deep cut bodice of my dress.
"Very well."
"I really don't mind, Richard. In fact, I am hoping that it develops into something more…meaningful." She sounded serious now. Am I dreaming?
"Open up the back of your throat and take in as much cock as you can. That's right... more, yeah more. Come on baby, you can do it." She felt as if she had half of it in her mouth already and began to choke.
For the rest of the summer I spent every Tuesday and Wednesday in Carmen's bedroom. On Monday, her husband's lodge meeting night and on Thursday, his bowling night, you could find me there too. It was the weekend before I was due to leave for school and I was doing a tune-up on my car when Nina walked in to the garage, "Hey gay boy, how's it going?"
My lover's cock throbbed in my mouth. I ran my tongue along its veins as I sucked. His moans deepened.
As Tom began to dictate his notes, he stood up and walked around the room. He always said he thought better when he was on his feet.
"Hey, dick-wad," the voice mail said. "You want to see your pretty little wife again you better not call the law." It was a man's voice, but one I didn't recognize. "You keep your ass in your room and I'll call you at ten o'clock. No cops, asshole or she's dead meat."
I went and got some snacks out, and some drinks, passing things around. It seemed odd to be in a room with 4 couples, four men all wearings trunks, one lady in a Bikini, and the other three stark naked.
What ever that is."
That's when I began to cry.
"Don't stop till I tell you," she said, still pinching and tugging on her nipples with the fingers of one hand. Her other hand lifted the hem of her dress and her fingers splayed over the small tuft of soft hair on her mound, then dipped down on either side of her pussy lips. He couldn't believe she had played their match with no panties. He watched, simply following her commands, at her beck and call. He was enjoying her control, something she rarely asserted. He felt a knot of lust tightening in his stomach. He kept stroking, and in spite of himself he felt his hips start to shift as his arousal increased. Soon a low moan spilled from his mouth, and he spread his feet a little wider. She was breathing more deeply herself, watching him, spreading her legs wider as her fingers pressed harder along the outside of her cuntlips, the swelling pinkness just starting to show for his eyes.
As he pulled out of her mouth and stepped off the bed, Carl renewed his efforts and drove in deep. He really began fucking her roughly, even spanking her, watching her ass turn red beneath his hand.
While Karen told me the story the women by the pool had rotated three times so each had a chance to eat the others pussy. I was still in shock but ready to explode. I asked Karen, "When were you going to share this with me?"
He sipped his coffee and imagined the warmth of her naked body as she lay spread beside the besotted Holofernes in bed. She had played the general like a lyre, plucking him string by string. Did she run her hand over his broad chest, or did her fingers linger in the thick bush between his legs, stroking his inflamed flesh? Though quite drunk, the general was surely as hard as his sword.
They shared the wine and crackers and engaged in some conversation about the pool, and what they did for a living. How long each of them had lived there. It turned out that Ernie just moved in recently and held a promising career as a sportscaster. He had no close friends locally, male or female, and was hoping to get to know somebody.
Daryl said "Ya, Ya but this one was different. This time I dreamed about Mom."
"What?" asked Ann, incredulously, "in the back?"
My father was no stranger to my body. I sunbathe nude, and we rarely wear suits in the pool, even when we have guests. In our sauna, where we often have visitors, no one uses towels for modesty, only to protect their bodies from the heat of the stove. But in that restaurant, as our meal came, I used my body in ways my father had never seen. They were ways I had never used. With my girlfriends, no pretense was ever needed. I had watched my mother for years though, and copied the grace she used to move her long, lithe body in ways that seemed completely natural but which were entirely contrived to excite and entice. I arched my back, bringing up my full round breasts, forcing the thin material of my gown to stretch and reveal the hardness of my nipples. I rubbed my leg against my father's maintaining contact to confirm the touch was not incidental or accidental. I flipped my long blonde hair and turned in ways that showed off my cleavage in the deep cut bodice of my dress.
"Very well."
"I really don't mind, Richard. In fact, I am hoping that it develops into something more…meaningful." She sounded serious now. Am I dreaming?
"Open up the back of your throat and take in as much cock as you can. That's right... more, yeah more. Come on baby, you can do it." She felt as if she had half of it in her mouth already and began to choke.
For the rest of the summer I spent every Tuesday and Wednesday in Carmen's bedroom. On Monday, her husband's lodge meeting night and on Thursday, his bowling night, you could find me there too. It was the weekend before I was due to leave for school and I was doing a tune-up on my car when Nina walked in to the garage, "Hey gay boy, how's it going?"
My lover's cock throbbed in my mouth. I ran my tongue along its veins as I sucked. His moans deepened.
As Tom began to dictate his notes, he stood up and walked around the room. He always said he thought better when he was on his feet.
"Hey, dick-wad," the voice mail said. "You want to see your pretty little wife again you better not call the law." It was a man's voice, but one I didn't recognize. "You keep your ass in your room and I'll call you at ten o'clock. No cops, asshole or she's dead meat."
I went and got some snacks out, and some drinks, passing things around. It seemed odd to be in a room with 4 couples, four men all wearings trunks, one lady in a Bikini, and the other three stark naked.
What ever that is."
That's when I began to cry.
"Don't stop till I tell you," she said, still pinching and tugging on her nipples with the fingers of one hand. Her other hand lifted the hem of her dress and her fingers splayed over the small tuft of soft hair on her mound, then dipped down on either side of her pussy lips. He couldn't believe she had played their match with no panties. He watched, simply following her commands, at her beck and call. He was enjoying her control, something she rarely asserted. He felt a knot of lust tightening in his stomach. He kept stroking, and in spite of himself he felt his hips start to shift as his arousal increased. Soon a low moan spilled from his mouth, and he spread his feet a little wider. She was breathing more deeply herself, watching him, spreading her legs wider as her fingers pressed harder along the outside of her cuntlips, the swelling pinkness just starting to show for his eyes.
As he pulled out of her mouth and stepped off the bed, Carl renewed his efforts and drove in deep. He really began fucking her roughly, even spanking her, watching her ass turn red beneath his hand.
While Karen told me the story the women by the pool had rotated three times so each had a chance to eat the others pussy. I was still in shock but ready to explode. I asked Karen, "When were you going to share this with me?"
He sipped his coffee and imagined the warmth of her naked body as she lay spread beside the besotted Holofernes in bed. She had played the general like a lyre, plucking him string by string. Did she run her hand over his broad chest, or did her fingers linger in the thick bush between his legs, stroking his inflamed flesh? Though quite drunk, the general was surely as hard as his sword.
They shared the wine and crackers and engaged in some conversation about the pool, and what they did for a living. How long each of them had lived there. It turned out that Ernie just moved in recently and held a promising career as a sportscaster. He had no close friends locally, male or female, and was hoping to get to know somebody.
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