I rolled over and pushed myself up on elbows and knees in front of him. There was a long glass door on the cabinet at the end of the room and I could see the pair of us reflected in it as Danny gripped my arse and hips, spreading my cheeks apart with his thumbs until my hole was gaping wide. He pushed his cock into me slowly and I groaned with pleasure as I felt him filling me up again."I can't imagine me mam letting me step-dad do her up the arse," he laughed as he entered me and began to fuck me hard again. I shivered with delight as I felt his big cock slamming in and out of me. His balls bounced against my pussy and the friction inside me soon had my whole body tingling with need again. Once Danny was buried deep within me and rocking himself against me, he reached for my tits again, holding onto them as he took me. I could feel his hot young body folded against me as he forced himself deeper and faster into me."Ohh Danny, that feels so-o-o good," I groaned as the wetness from m
One thing that just about all of us has in common is our need to work to make a living. And when you think about it, we spend almost as much quality waking time with our coworkers as we do our friends and family, especially during the week. I guess that’s why the quality of the work environment is so important these days to each of us.But there is one thing you can rely on, no matter where you work or have worked, be you man or woman, old or young: you have, on at least one occasion, either thought about or have had sex with one of your coworkers. If you haven’t, check your pulse.I’m a programmer, so I spend a lot of time at work. I work odd hours, I come in late, and I stay late. The work is challenging, and the people are good to me, so I don’t mind it at all. Add to that a liberal expense policy (which was very liberal during the Y2K craze), and you pretty much have the makings of an ideal situation. It’s not uncommon for any of us to turn in a couple late meals for the week on e
I took her by the hand and led her to one of our conference rooms which has a very large table with a glass top. I adjusted the lights so that the room was dimly lit. I approached her again and helped her out of her suit coat. She pulled her white silk blouse out of her skirt and began to unbutton it. She turned her back to me to unzip her skirt. It fell to the floor and she turned to look back at me. I massaged her shoulders for a few minutes and eventually unclasped her bra. She moved out of it and it fell away revealing her stunning breasts. They were not exceptionally large, but they were firm and tipped with the tiniest pink nipples I'd seen. The tip of each nipple stood out in protest of the air conditioning and in favor of her sexual desire.In one move I picked her up and placed her on the table and engulfed her chest with my lips. I sucked on her exposed nipples, pert and firm. I could feel the flesh tighten and harden as I gave them heat, moisture, friction, and attention. C
Slowly I pulled my cock from her pussy and planted the head at her tight puckered opening. She looked back with a cool smile."Be gentle with me, Jakey. I am going to love you up my ass, but be gentle. You're a big boy."With that, I let her push her ass against me enough to watch my thick head disappear into her smooth tube. She gasped as it entered her, lowering her head to concentrate on getting me totally inside her. As she relaxed she moved against me, withdrew, then swallowed more of my cock into her ass with each cycle. She eventually became accustomed to my width and length and I began to ass fuck her in earnest, being firm but gentle. I gripped each cheek and pulled them apart to reveal her tight anus being invaded. I loved to watch the skin around her asshole stretch outward as I moved out of her. When I pushed it back in, the lines around her anus returned, like the angry furrowed brow of a school marm scolding me for such a naughty act.The sensation was amazing because of
Corinne and I continued working together after the "millennium" came and went, and even when the real millennium came and went. We had gone out to dinner several times, but we never took it any further than goodnight kiss. I think that she sensed that I was really falling for her and was probably afraid of things going wrong and hurting me.I also believed that she was wholly unaware of the real impact that she had had on me. There was something about the way that she carried herself that made me crave her. A craving is probably the most accurate way to explain it. I was falling in love with her. But I could tell that I was the only one.I remember early in 2000 about 6 months after our sordid affair, Corinne was still on retainer and we were still working closely together. I will admit that it was very difficult to not want to attack her on a daily basis. She was simply put a stunning creature. I'm sure that from a distance people suspected that I was interested in her. I'm just not
As we made our way back to my hotel, I asked her if she had ever been in love. "Twice, Jake. Two times. A third I thought I was in love, but I was sorely mistaken.""Why so?""Love is an AVENUE", she responded in a resplendent French accent, "and I was dutifully traveling a one-way street."Tragic."And you, my dear?" she asked."Two times, once for real. One time I thought I had what it was that I needed and could return, and once, it was just pure. It was purely that, just love.""That's the way it goes I guess" she said. "Sometimes people are just 'star-crossed lovers' and that's what you got. You're star-crossed and that's that.""I don't believe that. I believe that you reap what you sow, and the seeds that you plant every day are your harvest in your old age"."You're a romantic Jakey. Beautifully principled, but it just doesn't work that way."We meandered in relative silence back to my hotel."Well, my dear, it is the moment of truth or dare", I said."DARE!" she said as she l
This story contains erotic material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature....Enjoy.>>>>We were empty nesters and it was mostly going pretty well. I have heard it said that the primary problem that many empty nesters have is that they can't stop smiling. While my wife Jennifer missed the kids somewhat, texting made things much better than it would have been 30 years ago. She was slowly starting to become someone who was not a non-stop mom, but a regular person who occasionally thought of herself.And if she wasn't always thinking of herself, well, I often was. My wife had this almost eternal youth thing going. She was in her very early 50's but she honestly looked about 20 years younger except for the random sprinklings of gray in her brown hair. Jennifer was probably in better shape than she was back then when the kids were younger, and the fact that about 2% of her hair was light gray against the rest of her darker hair looked really hot on her for some reason. Her skin was a beau
We were not in a hurry to go down to the main area for breakfast, so it was close to 9:30 by the time we straggled in. I actually don't mind sharing tables for hotel breakfasts with folks I've never met, but the place had mostly cleared out, so we took an empty table and sat down to eat. My wife is a relatively fearless eater by the standards of most women. She makes it clear that she doesn't exercise to look like a supermodel, she exercises for the sake of waffles. Between the two of us gobbling down our favorite meal of the day, and our somewhat loud and animated conversation, we did not look like a couple of introverted people who wanted to be left alone.At some point, there was a really attractive woman and her husband at the breakfast spread not far from our table, and she was looking over at us and smiling and it seemed that she was genuinely enjoying our happiness and occasionally making eye contact with us. As loud as we were talking, she couldn't help but be part of the conv
"So, she sets up Guitar Hero III but lets it play in demo mode," he smiles as he continues his story."You didn't really want to play video games did you?" she asked as she pulled me down next to her on the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck. I just shook my head as her lips met mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We were kissing for a long time, when I pulled back and started unbuttoning her blouse. I glanced at the stairs, wondering if her parents will check on us."They won't come down here," she said, reading my thoughts. "I'm over eighteen and they trust me," she smiled seductively."I don't want to mess up on our first date," I told her. "So if I'm going to fast..." Before I could get the rest of the words out she shook her head and helped me undo the rest of the buttons. She pulled her blouse open and I started massaging her tits through her bra as we started kissing again. I fumbled a little with the front clasp of her bra but she helped me without breaking th
"Whew!" he gasps, breaking the kiss to take a deep breath. "You're even better than I remembered, Sara," he says, kissing my neck."What took you so long, John?" I breathe, not really expecting an answer."I don't know," he sighs. "Guilt... fear... who knows?" he says, looking at me with those deep brown eyes. "I guess I was afraid that once we got started, we'd never stop. You'd be an addiction that I couldn't or wouldn't break. I was afraid it would ruin both of our lives," he whispers."What's changed?" I ask, seriously wondering why all of a sudden, it's okay."You living here," he says. "It's a lot easier to ignore you when you're not around," he smiles. "Maybe I'm jealous of all the time you're spending with Jeremy. I don't know," he says, standing up and releasing my legs from around his back. "Should I have stayed away?" he asks."No," I shake my head. "I'm glad you're finally here but I understand the addiction issue," I smile as I sit up and scoot off the table. Pulling him
"Sounds good," he says, startling me by his proximity. I didn't hear him follow me into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, I hand him one and open the other one, taking a long swallow. I swish the beer around in my mouth, hoping it will remove any remnants of Jeremy's cum before he kisses me. If... he kisses me."So, how did you get Jeremy to overcome his shyness?" he asks, his eyes focusing on my hard nipples, emphatically embossed on the front of my tank top."Finally put my psychology degree to use," I answer, not to mention the tits you're staring at. I look at my beer bottle, tearing at the corners of the label as my eyes take in the bulge forming in his shorts. My juices are gushing into my panties as I lean back against the countertop, stretching the thin material of my tank top across my erect nipples. I'd be surprised if he couldn't smell the lustful aroma emanating from between my legs."Well," he says, clearing his throat as he shifts his gaze from my tits to
God! It's beautiful! I want to just stare at it and admire it. I love the shape of the head and the slant from the bottom to the top. I lick all around it, nibbling on the underside where the head comes together just under the opening. He's almost as big as his father but I push that from my brain as I open my mouth and guide him in."Ohhhhhh! Aunt Sara! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck!" Jeremy moans as I suck his cock into my mouth and slide my lips down the length of his shaft. It's been a while and I savor the feeling of his swollen cock sliding in and out of my mouth, imagining what it would feel like in my horny pussy. Cupping his balls with my hand, I stroke them with my fingers as I bob my head up and down and attack his hard cock with my tongue. He doesn't last long and I feel his balls constrict just before he shoots a large load of cum into my mouth."Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuucccck!" he cries as he grabs my hair and thrusts his cock into my warm mouth, spewing his salty seed onto my welcoming ton
While continuing to suck on my fully aroused nipples, I feel his hand slide up the inside of my thigh. Yes! Now we're getting to it! About halfway to my panty-covered pussy his hand stops and he pulls his mouth from my tit."We still okay?" he asks. "I'm not going too fast am I, Sara?" he asks, breathing pretty hard himself."No!" It comes out more forceful than I intend. "No, it feels nice, Jeremy," I say more quietly. He smiles as his hand continues its torturously slow journey. I have my head back against the couch and my eyes closed as my nephew sucks my tits and moves his hand within millimeters of my damp panties. When his fingers brush the damp material, I let out an audible sigh and spread my legs a little wider."That's good," I whisper. "You're doing great, Jeremy," I encourage him as he strokes my pussy lips through my cotton panties. "Try slipping your fingers in through the leg band of my panties," I instruct him as I spread my legs wider. I want to reach over and grab hi
"You let him touch your tits?" Jenny asks in amazement. "That's awesome! What are you going to do next?" she asks as she takes a bite of her quesadilla. I've accepted that my sister is going to push me to help Jeremy learn about sex."I don't know," I answer. I've been contemplating that since yesterday afternoon. "I think he's ready to date now." Jenny smiles at me across the table."Why don't you role play his date?" she says, clearly enamored with her brainstorm. "You be... what's her name?""Megan," I answer."You be Megan and let him try to get to first base with you," she says, holding her hands out palms up in a gesture of 'why not'. "You can be fully dressed and help him learn how to initiate some heavy petting," she smiles at me as she finishes her lunch. I'm sure she's expecting some resistance from me but I like her idea."Actually," I say. "That's not a bad idea," In fact, I love it. I want him touching my tits some more and my pussy is anxious for some attention, too. Thi
"You can't let him out there without any training." Jenny says between bites. "Do you remember your first time?" she asks but doesn't let me answer. "Mine was with Billy Stewart in the backseat of his dad's car. I was so fucking hot and ready for the big O, and then he grunts a couple of times and collapses on my chest. I thought what the fuck!" she laughs bitterly. "Please don't let that happen to Jeremy after all he's been through," she says and I don't tell her my first time was completely different than hers."I don't know Jenny," I say. "We're talking borderline incest here. I'm just helping him overcome his stuttering," I insist but she's not dissuaded."Seriously, Sara, you can't send him out there to blow his top as soon as he touches something wet and warm... you've got to help get him ready," she says. "Who else can do it?" she asks, taking my hand and pleading with her eyes. "Please, Sara.""I'll do what I can," I promise, my pussy excited at the prospect of teaching Jeremy
With his hand on the back of my head, he fucks his cock in and out of my mouth, slamming it against the opening to my throat. I haven't yet learned how to deep throat and I almost gag on his thick shaft. Pulling my mouth back a little, I wrap my hand around his saliva-coated cock and pump it in and out of my mouth. True to his word, his urgent build-up comes fast, flooding my mouth with huge spurts of cum that I try my best to swallow. The poignant taste of salty semen glides easily down my throat but there's too much for me and it oozes out around his cock and runs down my chin.I pull my mouth off, gasping for air as I fall back against the couch. Damn! I just sucked off my sister's husband! And he wants to fuck me! My pussy is burning with desire!"Fuck!" John says, plopping down on the couch next to me. "That was intense," he says, smiling at me. I quickly catch my breath and slide down off the couch, kissing his bare thigh as I kneel between his legs."Let's see how quickly I can
I'm ready and waiting for him Monday afternoon when school lets out. All weekend I vacillated about what I had been contemplating when I told him we were taking it to the next level. I thought about consulting Jenny but decided against it. I have to admit, I'm more than a little nervous when he knocks on the door."Hey," he says, setting down his backpack and taking a seat on the couch. "You've had me wondering all weekend," he says without a hint of stutter. I sit down next to him wearing the flower-print bikini that started all this."Well, I've been thinking," I tell him. "If you're going to start dating Megan, you could find yourself in some situations where your stuttering may come back." I pause."I've thought of that," he says quietly. "But I'm not sure what we can do about it. At some point, doesn't she just have to accept me as I am?" he asks, hoping I'll reassure him."Of course but it wouldn't hurt if you had the deck stacked in your favor when that happens," I answer. "So