fernandink

8 min·Jun 22

This is a true story from a couple of years ago. I was hanging out in an online forum for local adventure seekers, something I did when I was bored or didn't have anyone to text. It was a mix of people looking for hiking buddies, travel partners, or sometimes something spicier. One username stood out: Wanderlust29. The number intrigued me - was she 29? Or just some troll messing around, like half the people in these forums? I figured it was worth a shot, so I clicked "Private Message, " hesitated for a second, and sent a casual opener. She was indeed 29, named Mia, and ran a small pottery studio in a trendy part of town. She sent a selfie, and I was floored - long auburn hair, freckles dusting her nose, and a mischievous smile. A tiny tattoo of a wave curled around her ankle. We chatted for hours, and she admitted her passion was living life to the fullest, especially in the bedroom. She was single, craving excitement, and thought my photo - where I was grinning after a rock-climbing session - was "cute enough to work with." I'm 24, decently fit from weekend hikes and gym sessions, with a laid-back vibe. I'm not a model, but I clean up alright and get a few compliments now and then. After a flirty phone call, we decided to meet. She walked into the bar looking even better than her photo - radiant, confident, in a flowy dress that hugged her curves. We shook hands, laughed at how formal it felt, and grabbed a booth in the back. We hit it off instantly, swapping stories about our travels and quirks. Mia was open about her past, mentioning she'd had some wild nights with her ex, including group adventures. I said I'd rather keep things one-on-one for now, but I wasn't ruling anything out later. She smirked, clearly amused by my caution. After a couple of drinks, she suggested we head to her place for "something stronger." I didn't hesitate. Her apartment was up two flights of stairs in a quirky old building, but inside it was a vibrant mix of handmade ceramics, fairy lights, and plush rugs. I spilled a few of my wilder fantasies, and she leaned in close, her voice low. Darling, I've been around the block enough to try most things, so nothing you're saying is too much for me. She mixed me a gin and tonic, which I nursed as she flicked on the TV. A steamy indie film was playing - a woman in her late twenties, toned and fierce, tangled up with a young artist in a loft. The guy was built, and the scene was intense. Wow, that dude's got some serious game, - I said, half-joking. No kidding, - she replied, her eyes glinting. - You're not looking too shabby yourself, though. Shoulders, abs... what else you hiding? Her hand slid over my cargo pants, teasing the growing bulge, while her fingers deftly unhooked my belt. I kicked off my pants, and she peeled off her cardigan, revealing a lacy camisole. My charcoal boxer briefs - ones I'd picked up at a boutique for their snug fit and sleek look - felt tight as I hardened. I'd chosen them for their understated sexiness, inspired by a friend who always dressed with bold confidence. Flashy stuff like metallic speedos isn't my thing, but I appreciate gear that feels good and looks sharp. My pulse raced as I tugged at her dress, sliding it up to reveal creamy thighs. My hands roamed, savoring the softness of her skin. Mia's fingers traced me through the fabric, her touch feather-light but deliberate, sending shivers up my spine. She leaned closer as the TV showed a heated scene - a woman gasping under a cascade of pleasure. Mia's lips found me, warm and slow, enveloping me inch by inch. Her tongue danced with expert rhythm, swirling around the tip before gliding deeper, her lips tight and slick. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair as she set a steady, maddening pace. I reached for her, slipping her panties - a soft teal scrap - aside to feel her warmth. She was soaked, her folds parting easily as I slid a finger inside, curling gently to find the spot that made her gasp against my skin. I pulled her up, flipping her onto the couch so I could taste her. Her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, her skin silky under my tongue. I lapped at her slowly, savoring the way her hips bucked when I grazed her clit. It was swollen, begging for attention, and I circled it with soft flicks, then sucked gently, feeling her tremble. Nate, god, keep going, - she panted. - You're so damn good at this. I lost myself in her, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flutters, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady. Her moans grew louder, her body arching as I pushed her closer to the edge. I moved lower, teasing her tight rear entrance with the tip of my tongue, circling slowly before dipping inside. The way she shuddered - half-surprise, half-bliss - drove me wild. Pleasing a woman like this is my obsession. I positioned her on her knees, her hands braced against the couch. I entered her from behind, feeling her heat envelop me, tight and slick. She rocked back, matching my thrusts, her breath hitching with each deep stroke. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer, the slap of skin on skin mixing with her needy moans. She begged for more, her voice raw, and I gave it to her, driving harder until the tension built to a breaking point. I pulled out, and she spun around, her hand pumping me until I spilled myself, thick and warm, across her stomach and breasts. She dragged her fingers through it, smearing it over her skin with a wicked grin, then leaned in to lick a stray drop from my tip, her tongue lingering. I was still hard, too wound up to stop. Her eyes locked on mine, and I knew what I wanted next. I guided her to straddle me, her knees sinking into the couch. She teased her tight back entrance against me, slick with her arousal, easing down slowly. The sensation was overwhelming - hot, impossibly tight, gripping me as she sank lower. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as she began to move, rising and falling with deliberate control. I thrust upward, meeting her rhythm, my hands cupping her ass to guide her. The friction was electric, every nerve on fire as we moved together. We shifted so she faced me, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. Her breasts swayed with each bounce, full and soft, her nipples hard against my chest. I sucked one into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue, then the other, as she rode me. Her movements grew frantic, her breath ragged, and I could feel her tightening around me. Finish me off, - she whispered, her voice desperate. She slid to her knees, her mouth open and eager. I thrust shallowly, letting her take control as I came again, the release explosive, filling her mouth. Some spilled over her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She swirled her tongue, savoring it, then licked her lips slowly, catching every last bit with a satisfied hum. We sank onto the couch, her body pressed against mine, both of us and slick with sweat. After a shared shower, I dressed and left, already replaying the night in my head. As I descended the stairs, I passed a guy in a blazer, maybe 32, with tired eyes and a gym bag. Was he someone from her life? I couldn't tell.

8 min·May 31

I'm from a quiet little town in northern California, standing at just 5'2". I've always been into fitness, hitting the gym or trails regularly, and despite my short stature, I've got something I've always taken pride in - my endowment. Thanks to my dad's side of the family, I'm packing about 9 inches when hard, thick as a summer squash. It's a point of confidence, but it's also caused some issues - some women find it too much, and I've unintentionally left a few wincing after things got heated. At 32, I had one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, with someone I'd never have imagined - my aunt. It was a crisp morning, and I'd just finished my usual five-mile run through the redwood-lined trails near my place. I always swing by my uncle's house on my way back to say hi. He's usually out front, fussing over his rose garden, but that day he was gone - he goes for checkups every few months due to a heart condition, and he's never back before late afternoon. Instead, I found my aunt, Lila, watering the roses. I called out a greeting, and as we chatted, I caught her eyes flicking to my crotch. I was in loose running shorts, no underwear, so things were probably pretty noticeable. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her glance, and I brushed it off - figured it was just human nature, not intentional. Lila's petite, maybe 4'8", but her figure is something else. She's got this incredible, round, firm backside that could stop traffic, like something out of a music video. She's curvy, not heavy, and at 52, she's aged like fine wine. I remember being a kid, walking with her to the farmer's market, and guys her age would nudge me, calling me "little man" while staring at her curves, practically drooling. That day, she asked me to help swap out some dead lightbulbs in her kitchen. I said sure, and she grabbed a small stepladder, saying, "I'll hold it so you don't topple over." My shorts were thin, clinging a bit from sweat, and my package was on full display, almost like I was in briefs. I handed her the first burnt-out bulb, screwed in the new one, and glanced down. Her eyes were locked on my crotch, wide with what looked like shock - or maybe curiosity. It sent a jolt through me, a mix of nerves and excitement. We went through the same routine for a few more bulbs, and afterward, she offered me coffee and a bite to eat. I declined, still catching my breath. I asked about my uncle, and she said he'd be late - his doctor's visit was followed by a stop at his accountant's. I grinned and said, "Well, Aunt Lila, you seem to be holding up just fine." She chuckled, rubbing her lower back. "Not really, hon. My back's been killing me lately, but I avoid doctors like the plague." "I've got this menthol rub that works wonders, " I said. "I can grab it." My apartment was a short walk away, so I jogged over, picked up the tube, and returned. "Just put this on the sore spot, " I told her, "and the pain should fade in ten minutes or so." She asked how often to use it, and I said, "Whenever it flares up." She frowned, "I can't reach back there myself." I suggested, "Get Uncle Tom to help." She snorted. "He's too wrapped up in his own world to care. Come on, don't make me beg - can you do it? " I nodded, "No problem." I had her lie face-down on the plush sectional in their living room. With her okay, I lifted her loose blouse and unhooked her bra, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her back. The sight alone got me hard instantly, and I had to shift to keep things comfortable in my shorts. I started massaging the cool cream into her lower back, my fingers gliding over her soft skin. She sighed, saying it felt good but the ache was a bit lower. She was wearing these tight, rainbow-patterned yoga pants that hugged every curve, making her ass look like a work of art. I asked, "Mind if I pull these down a little to get to your lower spine? " She murmured, "Go for it." Feeling a rush, I tugged them down slowly, past the curve of her hips, revealing the tops of her cheeks. Her skin was flawless, silky, and those firm, round globes were unreal. I pulled the pants down further, almost to her thighs, baring her completely. She didn't say a word. I worked the cream in, my hands kneading her lower back, then - on a whim - I let them drift to her ass, massaging gently. She stayed quiet, her breathing steady. Then she turned her head, caught sight of my obvious erection straining against my shorts, and said softly, "Sweetie, what's got you like that? " I stammered, "Sorry, Aunt Lila, it's just - you know." She rolled onto her side, smiling. "Don't worry, hon. I'm your aunt, it's no big deal." Then she added, "Could you rub some on my thighs too? They're sore from gardening." I nodded, and when she flipped onto her back, I saw her - a wild, untamed patch between her legs that made my pulse race. The air felt electric. I couldn't hold back anymore. I leaned in, kissing her deeply, my lips pressing against hers. She pushed weakly at my chest, murmuring, "No, we shouldn't, " but I was too far gone. I tugged her yoga pants and panties off in one motion, leaving her bare. Before she could protest further, I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue exploring her folds. She was already slick, her scent intoxicating. She gasped, squirming, whispering, "Stop, hon, " but her hands soon tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips bucked. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she climaxed, her thighs clamping around my head, her juices coating my lips. I pulled back, my erection throbbing painfully. I climbed over her, and she looked up, eyes wide. "Go slow, sweetie, " she whispered, glancing at my bulge. "That looks - big." But I was lost in the moment. I freed myself, my cock springing out, thick and heavy. I pressed against her entrance, pushing in halfway with one thrust. She gasped, eyes popping open, hands gripping my shoulders. "Oh God, it's too much, " she panted, but I didn't stop, sliding in fully, feeling her tight warmth envelop me. She winced, her nails digging into my skin, but as I moved - slow, deep thrusts - her expression softened, her breaths turning to moans. Her legs wrapped around me, urging me on. Then, to my shock, she pushed me back and rolled onto her knees, arching her back. "Like this, " she said, voice husky. I didn't hesitate. I positioned myself behind her, gripping her hips, and entered her again, her ass jiggling with each thrust. Her moans filled the room, raw and desperate, as she pushed back against me, meeting every stroke. She came again, her body shuddering, her walls pulsing around me. I pulled out, my hands roaming her curves, and on impulse, I leaned down, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin of her backside. She gasped, squirming, but didn't pull away, her moans growing frantic as I teased her tight ring. I spit, slicking her up, and pressed the tip of my cock against her. "Not there, " she said, voice shaky, but I was too caught up. I eased in slowly, just the head, feeling her tense and then relax slightly. She whimpered, "Careful, " but her hands reached back, spreading herself. I pushed deeper, inch by inch, her tightness gripping me like a vise. Her moans mixed with gasps, her body trembling as another orgasm hit, her muscles clenching around me. I couldn't last any longer. I pulled out, and before she could move, I came, hot and heavy, across her face, her lips parting in surprise. She looked up at me, breathless, a mix of shock and something else in her eyes. Now, I make sure to stop by whenever my uncle's out for his appointments.

7 min·Apr 1

It was the end of the month, and my coworker Jessica was celebrating her birthday. From all our chats, I knew she was wilder than me by a mile. She'd spilled stories about her crazy days with her ex-husband - threesomes, gifting him escorts for his birthday, even letting his niece go down on him while his brother slept off a hangover nearby. They were clearly an open couple when it came to sex. Taking her to a male strip club was my idea, so we rounded up a crew - some coworkers, her friends - and settled on this exclusive spot in the city I'd been dying to check out for years. We walked into the club and got seated near the stage, ordering a bottle of whiskey and some snacks. The place was packed - women screaming, some dancing, total chaos. Then the host kicked off the first show, and a lineup of guys strutted onto the stage - each one hotter than the last. One caught my eye instantly: tall, pale skin, lean but toned, short hair, sharp beard, piercing blue eyes. He had me hooked. The dancing started, and the crowd lost it - my group included. I stayed seated, eyes glued to him. He was dressed as a firefighter, and his smooth, sensual moves in that tight outfit showed off every curve of his body. My mind wandered, picturing him in my bed, taking me with that same rhythm. Suddenly, he started stripping, peeling off his shirt to reveal a chiseled chest. During the routine, he grabbed his bulge, squeezing it hard, then dropped to the floor, thrusting his hips like he was pounding into me. Each move cranked up my heat, and I could feel myself soaking through my panties. I stood up and edged closer to where he was performing. He noticed me, locking eyes, and danced just for me. Kneeling at the stage's edge, he offered himself up. I ran my hand over his chest, tracing every defined muscle, staring into his eyes while biting my lip. He licked his, glancing down at his crotch - I got the hint. My hand slid lower, gripping his hard length through the fabric. He closed his eyes and let out a soft groan. He grabbed my hand, hopped off the stage, and pulled me close, grinding against me. Our eyes burned with lust - I wanted to kiss him so badly. I pressed myself tighter, and he spun me around, sliding a hand to my hips, rubbing himself against my ass. "You're driving me wild, I'm dying to fuck you..." - his deep voice hit me like a shockwave, sending shivers down my spine. He slipped his hand lower, teasing me over my jeans, and my body pulsed, aching for him. I hooked an arm around his neck, eyes shut, swaying my hips to feel him straining against his pants. He guided me to a chair, ditched the pants, and stood there in a tiny thong - his erection pointing right at me. "Touch me! " - he commanded. He propped a leg on the chair, rocking his hips. I didn't hesitate, sliding my hand over his hot, stiff cock, staring into his eyes as I traced the edge of his thong, brushing his skin and balls. He shut his eyes, moving with me. I slipped a finger under the fabric, grazing his shaft up to the tip - slick and wet. "I wish you'd suck it..." - he murmured. He leaned in, his bulge inches from my face. Ignoring the crowd, I ran my tongue along the thong's edge. "Mmm... oh... yeah..." - he moaned. Not caring who saw, I tugged the thong aside just enough to expose the tip and licked it, tasting him. "Savor me..." - he urged. The show ended, and he slipped away, leaving me buzzing and desperate. I downed my drink to cool off. "Girls, I'm hitting the bathroom, be right back..." - I told my crew, heading off. Jessica grinned, "That guy's a snack - go get it while I keep these ladies busy..." - she winked. I met her eyes, saying nothing. "Don't worry, no one noticed..." - she added with another wink. I left the table and bolted to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. In the mirror, I was flushed, sweaty, pupils blown wide - wired like never before over a stranger. I splashed water on my face and neck, then used the toilet, noticing how drenched my panties were. Stepping out, someone grabbed me, covering my mouth and pulling me down a dark hallway. "Shh, don't scream, it's me..." - he let go. I spun around, heart racing, "You nearly scared me to death! " "Sorry, sorry... I didn't know what else to do. Come here..." - he took my hand, leading me further back. "In here, please..." It was a storage room full of costumes. "I want you so bad, you have no idea..." - he stole a fierce, hungry kiss. His hands roamed my body, making me tremble. He wore a satiny black robe, which I untied, letting it fall as I grabbed his cock, freeing it from the thong and stroking it hard. "Finish what you started out there..." - he growled. I sat in a chair, and he stepped close, offering his thick, eager cock. I took it deep, gagging as he gripped my hair, pushing further. It throbbed in my throat, leaking pre-cum - I worked him for a while, lost in the heat. Then he yanked me up, shoved me against the wall, and ripped my jeans down, exposing me. "This is how I want you..." - he slid fingers into me, probing. "So fucking wet..." - he licked them clean. His cock found my entrance and plunged in deep. "Fuck... yeah, this is it, pounding you hard..." - his thrusts were relentless. He tore off my shirt, pulled my breasts over my bra, and kneaded them roughly, kissing my neck, nibbling my ear, teasing it with his tongue. "I want to ride you..." - I gasped. He stopped, backed off the wall, and sat in the chair. "Come take it..." - he beckoned. Shaking, I kicked off a shoe and one pant leg, straddled him, and rubbed myself before guiding his cock in, sinking down until he filled me completely. Gripping the chair, I rocked back and forth, then circled my hips. He grabbed my ass, spanking me hard. "Ah... oh... fuck, this feels so good..." - I moaned. "Ride it harder, babe..." - he urged. I sped up, chasing every inch of him. My breasts bounced in his face - he bit and sucked them, squeezing tight. We were frantic, uncaring if anyone heard. He left my chest to keep spanking me, then slid a finger into my ass, pushing me over the edge. "Oh... I'm coming, I'm coming..." - I cried. My heart pounded, dizzy with lust, but I kept going, chasing release. He gripped my ass harder, and I felt him explode inside me. We froze, panting, recovering. I stumbled out of the room, legs weak, nerves shot from what I'd done. Back at the table, I slammed another drink, replaying the madness. Jessica slapped my back, grinning, "Nice work! " The night rolled on with drinks, dancing, and laughs until dawn.

7 min·Mar 30

Unveiling this part of my life feels like peeling back the skin of a fruit I've kept hidden, grown in the shadow of a rigid, judgmental town. I'm spilling secrets here - mine and my husband's - because he's the one who dared me to stop pretending. He's always been loose with the reins on my desires, and what you'll hear proves it. I'm 31 now, and I've got a face and body that turn heads, even if saying so makes me sound full of myself. I tied the knot at 20 with Daniel, a guy older than me by a decade, and our marriage has been a wild ride - a kaleidoscope of lust and discovery that's molded me into someone who hunts pleasure like it's prey. I met Daniel at 20, working late shifts at a diner. He was a regular, all quiet charm and sharp eyes, and within months, I'd ditched my parents' rules to shack up with him. They hated it, but I didn't care. The first few years were a blur of heat - we'd lock ourselves away, tangled in sheets, feeding off each other. He planted seeds of mischief in me, teasing out fantasies where I'd drift into other arms, other beds. He'd murmur names of strangers while we moved together, painting pictures of me as a reckless siren. It was his game, a spark he fanned without knowing it'd catch fire and burn him later. Five years in, the cracks showed. Daniel's drinking had gotten sloppy, and after a shouting match one humid July night, I left him sprawled on the porch and bolted. The air was thick, so I slipped into a cropped tank top, a barely-there skirt, and wedge sandals that clicked with every step. No bra, no plan - just me, the night, and a restless itch. I ended up in a gritty part of town, where neon buzzed over dive bars and warehouses. The streets hummed with strangers, and I let myself drift until I pushed through the door of a low-lit joint, all chipped paint and cigarette haze. Eyes latched onto me - rough guys nursing beers, their gazes scraping over my skin. I ordered a whiskey, neat, and felt the room tilt as I sipped. By my second, a bartender slid a third across, muttering, "From the two at the end, " pointing to a pair of guys - lean, mid-thirties, in worn leather jackets that said they lived hard. Logic told me to wave it off, but the thrill of their attention hooked me. I raised the glass their way, lips curling into a half-smile - a match struck in the dark. One of them, the taller one, shadowed me when I slipped off to the ladies' room later. He leaned against the wall as I stepped out, voice gravelly. "You're too good for this dump. Sit with us." I dodged with a laugh, brushing past, but my eyes flicked back, daring him to chase. The whiskey softened my edges. When I slipped off to the ladies' room again, I tossed them a look - sharper, hungrier - and he followed. I met him halfway, buzzed and bold. "Still want company? " He smirked. "Always, sweetheart." I leaned closer. "Not here, though - too many eyes. My husband's got friends who'd talk." That word - husband - landed like bait, and his grin widened. We ditched the bar - me, Cole, and Travis, as they called themselves. Mechanics, they said, 33 and 36, with rough hands and rogue charm. We hit a roadhouse off the highway, low on crowds, high on shadows. Small talk fizzled fast; Cole suggested a spin on the patchy dance floor, and I went for it. The jukebox wailed as I moved between them, their bodies brushing mine, testing me. I sidestepped their lips, playing coy, but their heat sank in - hard presses against my hips, waking something feral. Back at the table, their hands roamed - Cole's fingers tracing my knee, Travis gripping my thigh. Cole slid higher, finding the damp edge of my panties, nudging them aside to stroke me slow and deliberate. I stifled a gasp, clutching the table. Travis caught my eye, and I kissed him - messy, urgent - while Cole's touch deepened, unraveling me in public. Cole broke the spell. "Let's get outta here." I nodded, pulse racing, already picturing their hands everywhere. They drove me to Travis's garage apartment, a cluttered den of oil stains and old couches. Inside, they shed restraint. Travis poured cheap bourbon while Cole pinned me against the wall, mouth hot on mine, hands rough on my waist. "Fuck, you're a knockout, " he muttered. I grinned. "Prove it." He tugged my top up, freeing my breasts, and I yanked at his belt, finding him thick and ready. "Gonna suck this? " he taunted. "Try me, " I shot back, dropping low, taking him in with a hunger that surprised even me. Travis joined, lifting my skirt, palming my ass. "She's a goddamn dream, " he told Cole. "Sucks like she means it." Cole groaned, "Wait 'til you feel her." They swapped - Travis's cock was longer, angled, a perfect fit for my throat. Cole knelt behind, peeling my panties down, his tongue diving into me, lapping with a raw edge that made me buck. "Take it all, " I moaned, lost in the spiral. Cole stood, gripping my hips. "Never had it back here, huh? " I tensed. "No - never." They chuckled, dark and thrilled, hauling me to the couch. Travis sprawled out. "Ride me first." I straddled him, skirt bunched at my waist, sinking onto him as he stretched me wide. I came quick, shuddering, clenching tight. "Holy shit, she's got a grip, " he hissed. "Love this, don't you? " "More, " I begged, "give me everything." Cole took my ass next, easing in despite my protests - a slow, searing breach that turned my pleas to whimpers. Travis kept thrusting below, pinning me between them. The pain twisted into something else - a jagged, electric rush - and I gave in, rocking back, chasing it. They traded off, relentless, filling me front and back until I was a trembling wreck, their releases painting me inside and out. I came again, raw and loud, claimed by the chaos. Dawn crept in as I limped home, body bruised and singing. Daniel wasn't there - probably still drunk somewhere. I crashed, spent, and when he staggered in later, he didn't see the evidence - the scent of them, the marks. He'd learn soon enough, and when he did, he'd dive into the mess with me. That's a tale for later, though.

13 min·Jan 3

That rainy Saturday afternoon, I was home alone while my husband was at work and my daughters were out with their boyfriends. Feeling horny like a cougar, I decided to take a shower and masturbate. I slipped my fingers into my pussy, rubbed my clit, moaned, and had a great orgasm. I decided not to shave my pubic area, so I was more hairy than usual down there. I got out of the shower and decided to wear a pale blue, smooth, short dress and stockings that covered my thighs, accentuating the shape and softness of my legs. High-heeled, open-toed shoes showed off my delicate feet, which looked great when I walked and sat, crossing my legs. I put on a transparent thong that showed my pubic hair, and finally, I decided not to wear a bra because I don't like it to show through the dress, so my breasts were visible through the thin fabric. In the last year, the city of Mexico has received thousands of migrant people from Haiti. My husband and I, being migrants from Guatemala and living in Mexico, always try to help people in these conditions. That Saturday afternoon, and almost as if by divine mandate, many people passed by my house, they were people from Haiti asking for help, offering to do any kind of work in exchange for some money for a ticket or a hot meal. I had some chores that needed to be done at my house that my daughters had refused to do, so I thought maybe this situation could benefit me somehow. After a moment, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a tall, muscular young man with a shaved head, around 20 years old. He was wearing only a tank top that showed off his toned muscles and tight pants that left nothing to the imagination, highlighting his enormous bulge. He began to explain his situation to me. He had come from Haiti a couple of months ago and hadn't eaten in several days. He was determined not to accept charity, saying, "I don't want to receive handouts from anyone, ma'am." He was willing to do any kind of work for some food or money. "Hey honey, I have some chores that need to be done here at my place. I can't pay you much, but I have plenty of food, and I can give you some to take with you, " I said. "Thank you so much, ma'am. You don't know how much I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to work, " he replied. "No worries, come on in and leave your things by the door, and I'll explain where you can start, " I said. "Are you living here alone? " he asked curiously. "No, I live here with my daughters and husband, " I said. "Your house is very nice, ma'am, " he said, admiring the place. I took him to the backyard where there were some weeds and trees that needed pruning. I told him he could start with that and I would give him other tasks later. I sat at a table with a full view of the backyard. Despite the day starting with rain, it soon cleared up as the sun rose. Watching him work gave me pleasure. Suddenly, he took off his shirt to avoid getting it sweaty, and I enjoyed the sight of his muscular chest and broad back, accentuating his young masculinity. After a few hours of working in the rising heat, both outside and inside my pussy, the young man asked for a glass of water to quench his thirst. His dark, sweaty body made me burn with desire. I felt my panties getting wet just from looking at him. I tried to seduce him with some bold questions, slowly but surely. "What's your name, sweetheart? " I asked. "I'm Rómulo, " he said, taking a break from drinking water. "Did you go to school back in Haiti? " I asked. "Yes, I graduated high school with honors in my country, " he said. "That's great, it speaks well of you that you're such a studious young man. Keep it up. I imagine that a handsome guy like you must have left a girlfriend back in Haiti, " I said with a flirtatious smile. "No, ma'am, I don't have a girlfriend, " he said, smiling shyly. "I don't believe you, honey. It's incredible that a handsome guy like you hasn't had a girlfriend. How old are you now? " I asked. "I'm 18 years old, " he said. "Well, for me, you're a very handsome boy. Here, you'd have women crazy about you, including me, " I said, laughing. "Well, the truth is, I've never been with a woman, ma'am, " he said, blushing. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, " I said in a low voice. "Excuse me? " he asked curiously. "Nothing, honey, come here and help me, " I said. I walked slowly towards him, and we began to kiss, to hug while our hands explored each other's bodies. His hands reached my ass, squeezing and rubbing it roughly. I prefer to be taken and fucked hard rather than all that cursi kissing. He started kissing my neck, massaging my ass, his kisses on my neck were turning me on too much. I just hung on to his neck, then he lowered his hands and picked me up, I opened my legs to get comfortable, and we kissed again, our mouths exchanging saliva, our tongues tasting and caressing each other. He continued carrying me for a moment, then turned towards the bed and slowly lowered me until I was sitting on it. My hand instinctively went to his crotch to feel that terrain. A good bulge, hard as rocks, was very prominent. I could feel that there were already some drops wetting his pants, probably from his sweet pre-cum. I went down to his chest and started licking his salty sweat. With each kiss, I felt his firm body tremble. I was enjoying the rigidity of his abs, almost as hard as his erection that was making my pussy drip. With one stroke, he took off his pants, and just as I imagined, a huge cock hit my face. It was dripping with a sweet elixir from the tip, transparent and abundant, falling little by little from the tip to the base. His testicles, full of cum, were just as appetizing as that cock, so exquisite in appearance. That chocolate-colored cock, wide with veins well-marked that seemed ready to explode. I wondered what I would do with all that chocolate, it wasn't the first time, but it was always a challenge. I decided to admire it, to give it little kisses all over that huge trunk, I went down to his enormous black balls and started sucking them, while with my hands I tried to pull that huge cock. I decided to start the blowjob, licking his frenulum and glans, trying to put that huge head in my mouth, but it was too much, it hurt, I tried again and it was still too much, I decided to suck and suck, bite the trunk, while Rómulo, he was combing me, on the third try, I managed to put part of that huge cock in my mouth, "if you can, you're a great whore, " and I took it off, I was choking. I did the same procedure again, but this time with his big hands, he grabbed me so that I wouldn't come out of his cock, it felt bad, I felt like I was drowning, but I wanted to keep sucking that black cock, then he took it out of my mouth, while I coughed, he gave me some slaps with that huge cock, I went back to sucking his cock, and with my two hands I masturbated him, I went back to putting my tongue on his frenulum and glans, and then I bit them softly, making him scream, "ahh how good it feels, my love, you're a whore, you know how to give pleasure, you're a goddess, my love." A few minutes later, he put his fingers on the straps of my dress and let them fall on my forearms, leaving my breasts bare. When he felt my naked breasts, I moaned, which seemed to excite him. He bent his head and started kissing and licking my breasts, and at times, biting my hard nipples, he then lowered his hands to the lower edge of my dress and lifted it up to my waist, only and the tiny thong, leaving my vaginal hairs visible, his hands were already touching everything, and pulling my hairs hard, "you're very hairy, " he said. He picked me up and threw me on the bed, I was at his mercy, he opened my legs wide, lifted my mini dress to the waist, started kissing my thong, which was already very wet, "mmm, it smells good, my love, " he gave little pats to my pussy, immediately he took off my thong, smelled it, wrapped it around his cock, and started licking my clit, with his thick lips he gave me good treatment, then he kissed my vagina, put his tongue in, gave little pats, "ahh how good it feels, my love, " I said, grabbing his hair while he bit me gently. Then he stood up, took me to the living room sofa, his cock rubbing against my pussy, which was already burning with desire, he started jerking off with my thong, putting it in my pussy, "it's very hot, my love, please put it in, " I screamed, "your desires are orders, my queen." He put me in the classic missionary position, his cock hit my clit, he spat on it, and first his head went in. "aaah it's hard, " I said. He put part of his trunk in, "aaah, yes, I like it, " I felt that he was going halfway. He took me by the waist and with one stroke, he put all his cock in, I screamed very loud, it must have been heard on the street. He took half of his cock out and put it back in, I felt like he was splitting me in two. He did this several times, then he lay on top of me, feeling that huge body of a bull, penetrating me, he lifted my legs to his shoulders, and fucked me like an animal in heat, "do you like it, bitch? " and I answered, "yes, don't stop." While he penetrated me, we kissed, he licked my face, neck, and our hands joined, then he lowered my long legs, opened them, took his cock out and put it back in hard, although now he was making circles, he was breaking my pussy and my thighs, he opened them very hard, then my back arched, he took me by the lower back and penetrated me very well, then he lowered my back, and I hugged him with my long legs. Rómulo, he picked me up, and I gave him good sentones on that member, then he took my legs and put them on his shoulders. "Mmm, fuck me like this, don't stop, " I said, "our flesh is colliding, his cock and my pussy are united in one frenzy." "Since you opened the door, I've wanted you, " he said. "I have you here, riding me, baby, enjoy, " I said. He pushed me against the wall and fucked me hard, very hard, my pussy was already irritated, asking for a break, but my lust, it didn't want us to stop, we lay down on the sofa, he on top of me, penetrating me, kissing me, he took his cock out and started licking my vagina, he spat on it, put a pillow behind me, and threw my legs back, he took them by my femoral and began to penetrate hard, and I moaned. "Damn, it feels so good, it's breaking me in two, " I said. My phone rang, but I ignored it. He let my legs and vagina rest, put his huge cock in my mouth, while I tried not to choke. He took me and laid me down, belly down, stretching my legs and hands like an X, he got on top of me, and also stretched, he penetrated me anally while he let fall his 100 k, of pure muscle, that cock was breaking me, we were the X in human form. "Keep going, it feels so good, give it all to me, " I said. He could hear the bed creaking, he bit my back, neck, he reached my orgasm. "AAAAAA I'm coming, " I said, I was completely satisfied and satisfied, we continued like that for several minutes, then he closed my legs, my hands continued open, he opened my asshole and put his hard, black cock in, he spanked and punished me very hard with his cock, now he was making circular movements, making the sexual act richer, we were bathed in sweat, I felt blood coming out of my ass, I was already very sore, but my macho kept moving, he took it out, opened my asshole with his hands and penetrated me, he did that many times, he said, "I'm about to come."

15 min·Oct 6

Conny and I only discovered the fun of sex, of practicing sex, at the beginning of our marriage. We tried out a lot of things together. But Conny has retained her curiosity about other men she finds attractive. So she soon had sex with a single young man, with men in partner exchanges, but also with one of her work colleagues and also with my colleague friend. Then she suddenly wondered what it would be like to spontaneously fuck a man she had never met before and would never have contact with again afterwards. An opportunity to try it out was quickly found. As a tester, I got to know a business hotel in Frankfurt that is used by a wide range of men, especially during trade fairs. Let's now come to the evening on which the experiment was to take place in this very hotel: I informed the waiter at the bar and encouraged his goodwill with a 50. The restaurant is now closed and life now takes place at this bar. Conny is wearing the outfit she bought yesterday on an extensive shopping trip through the Main-Taunus-Zentrum: black patent overknees, a super short red skirt and a white, fairly transparent blouse with a plunging neckline and patch pockets that just cover her nipples. We are both sitting on bar stools at the bar, but have left a space between us and each have a glass of mineral water in front of us. It doesn't take long before an older gentleman (probably well over 60) in a dark suit politely asks Conny if he can sit next to her (on the side facing away from me). He has apparently come straight from work/the trade fair and has only taken off his tie to make things easier. Conny doesn't mind, of course, and smiles at him. As soon as he has taken a seat next to her, he begins to tell her about his day: He works in sales for a large company and had already done some good business at the trade fair today. "Would you like to celebrate your success with me here? Can I order you a glass of sparkling wine? " While Conny is still embarrassed, the waiter arrives and asks the gentleman for his order. As my wife gives him a mischievous nod, a bottle of champagne and two glasses are placed in front of them. Now the two clink glasses and the gentleman pays Conny some nice compliments. First of all, they refer to her nice smile, her very pleasant manner, but then also to her pretty blouse, which so cleverly stimulates his imagination. Then he soon gets to the point: "May I invite you to continue partying with me in the room? We'll take the bottle upstairs too. I hope I'm not offending them too much with this suggestion. "Conny naturally accepts this delightful and extremely charming invitation. As they both dismount from their bar stools, Conny gives me a quick wink. As inconspicuously as possible, I follow them to the elevator and up to the 5th floor. Once there, I turn into another wing of the building so as not to attract attention. We've agreed that I'll stay close to Conny just in case. The next day, my wife told me what happened behind the door of the upscale business room: "Why don't you take a seat in the armchair? I finally want to take my jacket off; it's been a real nuisance all day in this heat. " He calmly takes off the jacket, hangs it on a hanger and stows it away in the built-in wardrobe. "You're wearing nice but somewhat unusual clothes, " he says, turning back to Conny. At the bar, I only saw her beautiful blouse, but the skirt you're wearing is at least as attractive. But somehow the high boots don't really suit the summer temperatures. " Conny looks at him a little sheepishly at his words, as this outfit is not her usual attire, but thoroughly enjoys the gentleman's very well-groomed and charming manner. "I'd like you to take some of it off now, too. I'll put a little pocket money on the table here. " With these words, he takes a 100 from his wallet and calmly places it on the round table next to the armchair where Conny is currently sitting. She stands up, takes a few steps towards the door and the gentleman takes her box seat. Her face now clearly flushed, she says sheepishly: "But I'm not wearing any more than you've already seen. " "That's wonderful. Take your time, I'm going to enjoy discovering your body so slowly. " But how do you take off just four items of clothing slowly and charmingly in a striptease? Conny turns her back to the voyeur, bends forward with her knees stretched out and unzips the two boots. What a wonderful view of my wife's round ass cheeks, which of course are no longer covered by the short skirt at that moment. This view develops as the zippers are opened from top to bottom and the skirt slides upwards in the opposite direction. "Wonderful! You have such a nice bottom! " is the gentleman's comment. Now my wife sits down on the edge of the bed to pull the boots off her feet. To do this, she puts one leg over the other knee. This allows the man to take a furtive look at Conny's lap and confirms that she is only wearing these four items of clothing. She places the boots neatly next to the bed. Now what? Conny hesitates for a moment and thinks about which item of clothing would be next. Then she stands frontally in front of her admirer with her legs slightly apart. Slowly, she begins to undo the buttons of her blouse. The neckline gets lower and lower, revealing the beginnings of her delicate globes. She pulls the blouse out of the hem of her skirt and opens it very slowly as she looks into the man's face. He beams with delight as her nipples are revealed piece by piece. They are already stiff and quite red from excitement and the friction against the blouse fabric. Conny slowly lets the blouse slide down her arms and drop to the floor. "Come on, have another drink! " the man asks my wife, as if he already knows that Conny can't hold much alcohol. As he clinks glasses, he clearly enjoys the proximity of her shapely tits. After the two of them have put their glasses back on the table, the gentleman politely asks "May I take the rest now? " and places his hands on her hips without waiting for Conny's answer. He correctly interprets no resistance as consent and slides his hands down her skirt until they rest on the bare skin of her thighs. He openly stares at the stiff nipples right in front of his eyes. Coming from below, his hands now slide under Conny's short skirt to her plump ass cheeks. He devotedly caresses and lightly kneads them. Meanwhile, he presses his face between Conny's tender mounds. He savors this first physical contact for a few minutes before sitting back a little and taking out his hands. His gaze is now focused on my wife's tummy and his fingers carefully slide under the hem of her skirt, which is only formed by an elastic band. He enjoys pushing the skirt down centimeter by centimeter and watching as Conny's shorn tummy and finally her bulging labia are revealed. As the skirt now hangs between her knees, he grabs her ass cheeks again and presses his mouth onto Conny's tummy, kissing her. So now my wife is standing stark naked in front of a completely strange but charming gentleman. "Shall I help you out of your clothes now? " she asks to end the stifling silence. Without answering, he stands up and undoes his belt. Conny steps towards him and reaches for his waistband. In her excitement, she not only pulls his suit trousers down to his knees, but also his white briefs. A semi-rigid cock, surprisingly large for the owner's age, jumps out at her in wild bushes. With one grip and a few up and down movements, it grows in size. Now what? My wife doesn't actually like taking the cock in her mouth, but what alternative does she have here? She gently pushes her cavalier back onto the armchair and kneels between his legs. A brief, tentative lick of the frenulum and she puts her lips over the exposed dark purple glans. She licks and sucks on the now handsome cock until the man places both his hands on the back of her head and pushes his manhood deep into my wife's throat. After a few deep thrusts, Conny gasps for air and frees herself. "You're doing really well, " he says appreciatively as he massages his own cock. She excuses herself for a moment to recharge her batteries in the bathroom. Quite aroused but already sweaty, she thinks about what to do next. Is she ready for another blowjob, where she finally gets his cum load in her mouth? What does her patron expect and how far does she want to go? Undecided, she enters the room, where the man is now sitting on the edge of the bed without his pants. His hard-on sticks up threateningly. "Would you sit with me now? " he asks my wife questioningly. In her momentary confusion, however, she understands the words differently: she climbs onto the edge of the bed with her knees and sits down on the inviting pole with her legs apart. That suits the man just fine. He grabs Conny's hips with both hands and gently guides her down. Slowly, the foreign cock disappears into her hot hole until it stops. Her lover drops back onto the bed and Conny takes over the direction. While she drives him forward at a wild gallop, he skillfully and intensively works the beautiful bells dangling right in front of his nose. After a very short time, they both reach their destination together. My wife retreats back to the bathroom to rinse the copious amounts of cum out of her pussy and get dressed "correctly" again. Back in the room, the stranger is already waiting for her with outstretched arms. "Come here, my girl, you're fantastic. It was wonderful with you. But I need some time to myself now. I'm sure you'll find your way back down on your own. " With a kiss on his cheek, my wife says goodbye and pockets the "pocket money", which has now grown to €200. Taking a deep breath, she meets me in the corridor. "And how was it? " I ask her. "Well, he was very charming and it was very different, but very cool! And it was worth it too: it paid for the clothes, " she says, grinning broadly. We take the elevator down together. There we go our separate ways: I head for a free seat at one of the tables while Conny heads for the bar. There she is greeted by two younger guys who free up a bar stool between them and invite her to join them. The two of them have obviously already had a drink. In her lovely outfit and still aroused state, Conny can't say "no". One of them helps her onto the free stool with a cheeky grab of her bottom. "Two whiskeys and a champagne for the ladies! " the other orders immediately. My wife barely has time to organize herself. "You're a very pleasant sight here in this dreary trade fair hotel, " says one of the two. The drinks are served and almost poured down in one go. "Will you accompany us to the room? " asks one of them while the other has his arm around Conny's shoulder and is looking deep into her cleavage. "I'm sure we'll come to an agreement. " Phew, that was pretty quick and very direct. But my wife wanted to come here for this experiment. So the three of them, my wife in the middle, are wobbling towards the elevator, one with his hand on her ass, the other with his arm around her shoulder. She seems a little unsure now. As agreed, I follow inconspicuously. According to Conny's later account, the following happened in the room of the two daredevils: as soon as the door behind them slams shut, the men push against her from the front and the back. The one behind her grabs her tits through her armpits and tries to undo the buttons of her blouse rather impetuously. The one in front of her grabs her ass and immediately pushes her skirt up. The strange men quickly uncover the objects of their desire. They greedily seize my wife and her clothes are soon scattered around the room on the floor. Conny doesn't even know where her head is: Hands on her breasts, pointed fingers twirling a nipple, a hand grabbing her ass cheek, a finger running between her cleft. As the alcohol is now clearly having an effect on her too, she no longer notices everything that the two stallions are doing to her. She has the impression that the two men's bodies are constantly in contact with her, first in clothes, then suddenly naked. She is undeniably turned on by being stimulated in all her erogenous zones. It hardly matters whether she consents or whether the access is quite direct and hard. She staggers in excitement and finally finds herself impaled by both prickers. A rather powerful cock drills into her already irritated pussy, an apparently somewhat more modest one into her butt hole. The two guys are significantly bigger than my wife, so that she hangs alone on these cocks without having any contact with the ground. The thrusts are very violent both in front and behind, while her boobs and ass cheeks continue to be worked intensively. Finally she finds herself on the wide double bed. Below her lies the boy with the small penis, who pushes himself into her mouth, above her the other one, whose pole works in her asshole, while from below her pussy is spoiled with his tongue. The whole thing ends in a big mess. In her mouth, on her tits, in her pussy and in her ass - lots of cum everywhere. Conny goes back into the bathroom to clean herself thoroughly. All the buttons are missing from her blouse. When she returns to the two lads in the room, one of them hands her a €50 bill. "This is for you! I think it was fun. " I greet her in the corridor, somewhat taken aback. As we walk past the bar downstairs together towards the exit, many men look around for her, as her blouse covers almost nothing. A few whistles can be heard. We happily reach our car and then our home. Happy to have escaped the embarrassing situation at the end and to have had such a varied and horny experience. After Conny tells me about her experiences for our shared diary, I get so aroused that she can also enjoy my manhood to the full that evening. After a break, my wife has come to terms with this adventure and thinks of another way of being fucked by strange men. Perhaps more along these lines soon.

16 min·Aug 30

I had just completed my apprenticeship as a ship mechanic when I was 21. After school and my A-levels, I didn't really know what to do with myself. A few jobs to find my feet didn't get me anywhere in my home town, so I looked into what interested me and became a ship mechanic at a shipyard. During my summer vacations, I liked to go to my hometown and spend time with my family. My family had a big house where I felt at home even as a child. We always got together there on holidays and a few birthdays a year. Three years ago, my parents suddenly separated because they realized that they had grown apart. Mother started an affair beforehand and sought her new happiness with another man. Dad wasn't a sad man either and had this nice redhead on his hands. Her name was Bernadette and her family's roots were in France. She was the kind of slender thing in her mid-thirties that any man in a mid-life crisis would want. She was a vamp type. During a visit home last year, I caught her sleeping completely naked by the pool. I hadn't announced my visit and since I still had a house key, I caught her in flagrante delicto. As she lay there I could admire her magnificent 75B cup breasts. She had white skin with a few freckles and rosy nipples. The areolas were 5 marks in size. Her belly button shone not only with sweat, but also because of her piercing. Her legs were long. Great calves and trained, beautiful thighs. Her mons veneris was clean-shaven and her labia seemed to be slightly bulging. I understood why my father liked this woman. I myself got a huge erection in my pants at the sight. I was old enough to know that it was morally depraved, but somehow this woman still appealed to me. I began to think up erotic fantasies with her. My older sister thought she was great. At last someone young at my father's side, someone you could go shopping with. You could almost say they were like sisters. But since my sister got pregnant, that started to fade a bit. On the day in question, I returned home unannounced and hoped that my luck was in. I unlocked the door and entered the hallway. No one was to be seen. I went into my room and threw my suitcase on the table. I could see into the garden from my window. I saw 4 feet lying by the pool. I thought nothing of it. I quickly went to the kitchen because I was thirsty and had a drink. Then I went back up to my room. I went to my suitcase and opened it. Already thinking about my stepmother again, I opened my wardrobe. I saw lots of women's clothes where nothing should actually be. I reached into a compartment and found a lilac-colored lace thong in my hand. "Naaa.... do you like it" I heard from behind me. A hot blonde in a red, very tight bikini was standing in front of me. She grinned at me. Her facial features reminded me of Bernadette, my stepmother. But the blonde was far prettier. She had long blonde hair, was 38, a flawless body, hot cleavage, cup size 75c, great hips, beautiful pelvis, flat trained stomach, trained legs and beautiful feet. She was so pretty that I was speechless, and not just because of the panties in my hands, which apparently belonged to her. "I...I...I" I stammered. "You must be Tim, right? ". I replied, "Yes." "I'm Jaqueline, Bernadette's sister. I've got your room while you're not here." I laughed "So you're my aunt then? I wasn't expecting that". She said, "What didn't you expect? " "Getting to know you like this today and then you're also such a great woman". She laughed "What do you say I quickly put my things in Tina's room and you can sleep here? " I said "If my sister doesn't mind, but my bedding stays here". She was so beautiful and I hoped it would smell like her. She went around the room and took her things out everywhere. I have to say that she also had the perfect trained butt. I had never seen such a hot bottom live before. Again and again she had to bend down with her gorgeous bottom to get clothes out of drawers or cupboards. When she bent over, her buttocks parted and the strap of her thong didn't quite cover her rosette. So I sat on my bed and looked at my step-aunt's hot butt. My penis got hard every time I saw her rosette. I could already see myself behind her, pleasuring her and looking at her rosette. My cock was as hard as concrete. Then she dropped a black dildo on the floor. She quickly took it aside, hoping I hadn't seen it. She put it in stockings and took it with the stockings into the other room. I now knew that she must have satisfied herself in my bed, which made my head cinema even worse. "Can you help me get the suitcase from the wardrobe? " she asked and I replied "Yes". She stood there and waited. But I couldn't get up, otherwise she would see my stiff penis. "Yes, what? Come and help me" she said urgently. I stood up slowly and she looked at me. She couldn't help but see the bulge in my pants and she saw it. She started to grin. I walked past her and took the suitcase down. "Strong guy" she grinned seductively at me. After thirty minutes, she came to my door again. She lolled against the doorframe and said, "Why don't you come swimming with me? Your stepmother and I would love to". I thought about it and said that I wanted to meet someone else. So I canceled the swim for her. She then went back to Bernadette by the pool with an "All right". I went to my bedding and sniffed it. It really smelled of your perfume and your skin. I imagined how she had lain naked in my bed. How she might have touched herself, even inserted the dildo into herself. My pants were almost bursting again. I took my blanket and rubbed it against my throbbing penis, which I hoped wouldn't burst in my pants. After a few moments, I calmed down again, because I still wanted to leave. I went to a friend, Jörg, who I had known since school. We had an appointment and met at his apartment. The day passed and I had to think about my horny step-aunt from time to time. Towards evening we went home. Jörg drove me home in his new car, which he had just bought. As I entered the house, I heard voices and laughter from downstairs. I heard the voice of my father and sister. I went into the kitchen and all but my sister and father were sitting at the dining table. My father saw me and shouted "Helloooo". He was obviously happy to see me and hugged me straight away. "Were you with your mother? " he asked and I replied "No, I was with Jörg. I should say hello to you." Then I greeted Tina with a kiss on the cheek and also shook her husband's hand. Then I went to Bernadette. She had stood up and held out her arms to me in her blue evening dress. We kissed each other on the cheeks. I could smell her skin and her perfume. You would have thought she had bathed in it. Then I approached Jaqueline, who was wearing a short black evening dress, and held out my arms to her. She grinned cheekily. I took her in my arms and the first kiss was on her cheek. Then it was the other side's turn. I smelled your skin and your perfume. She turned me on with her smell. She had much less perfume on than her sister. She smelled so seductive that the blood gathered in the center of my pants. I was stiff again. She pulled me towards her for the second kiss, but something went wrong. Or was it on purpose? Anyway, she turned her head slightly so that our lips met lightly. Her lips were velvety soft. She didn't let on, but when she moved back she looked at me and grinned cheekily. My penis twitched in my pants. She also looked down and then looked me in the eye again with a grin. It was almost unbearable. We sat together all evening. She looked at me the whole time and kept grinning at me. It was like a hunter sneaking around his prey. We ate and drank wine all evening. Family stories were reheated and new ones were added by the new family members. Around half past eleven, Tina and her husband said goodbye and my father and Bernadette looked at each other with a grin and wanted to go to bed. So I decided to watch TV in my room and went upstairs. I said goodbye to everyone until the next morning. I randomly zapped through the channels for an hour and a half with a bag of potato chips without finding anything captivating. By now I was only wearing my sleep shorts. I was thirsty, so I got up and went down to the kitchen to get something to drink. On the way to the kitchen, I somehow heard strange noises in the background, but thought nothing of it. When I went back to the stairs with the bottle of water, I saw that my parents' bedroom door was open. I could shamefully see my father shagging Bernadette from behind. But what was that? There was someone else standing in the shadows by the door. I recognized Jaqueline, who was watching the two of them. She didn't seem to be involved in the action. She was just a silent spectator, getting her kicks. I watched for a moment. Father pushed Bernadette hard from behind. He even gave her a slap, which she seemed to like. At the door, I could just make out in the darkness that Jaqueline had her bathrobe open. I could see a long bare leg. She seemed to be doing it herself. My re-stiffened penis began to twitch. My shorts got a few drops through my twitching cunt. I walked quickly up the stairs, not caring if I was recognized. I thought I would get back up without being seen. Jaqueline noticed me and looked at me. I could see the lust written all over her face. I quickly went into my room and switched off the light. The TV was off too. The attempt to hear something from outside was unsuccessful. I lay there on my bed, lost in my thoughts. My arousal subsided and after a short time I fell asleep. I dreamt something cozy. It was a rising feeling inside me, as if I was about to climax. It felt strange but also somehow nice, not wanting it to stop. I realized more and more that I was dreaming, but the feeling I had was so real. I thought more and more and realized that I was slipping away from the dream world, but the pleasant feeling was increasing. I opened my eyes and looked down at myself. There she was, Jaqueline, in a black lace thong with a see-through lace shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and I saw her buds for the first time. Her rosy areolas were oval-shaped and her nipples were hard. She had my stiff penis in her hand and massaged my shaft up and down. Then she looked at me and grinned devilishly "Well, little one? " she laughed. I said to her, "Stop it, you can't do that. You're my aunt". She laughed and said "I'm your step-aunt and I want you now, just like you've wanted me all day". With these words, her mouth ran over my glans and she began to pleasure me. My penis went deep into her mouth and she knew very well how to massage it with her lips, teeth and the right amount of vacuum. My spear of pleasure grew and grew. After a few minutes I was twitching and I said "Stop or I'll explode in your mouth". That made her increase the intensity. I shot into her mouth at full throttle and she swallowed my juice so quickly and professionally that there was nothing left but a little in the corner of her mouth. She laughed and said "I'm glad you taste good". She wiped the off with her fingers and then put it in her mouth. My penis was still standing like a rock. She stood in front of my bed, took off her top and then her thong. She had a partially shaved, beautiful mound of Venus. I could have looked at it for hours. There was a narrow, ever-widening strip of hair running up her mound. She swung herself onto the bed over my face with her beautiful pussy. I saw her wet, slightly bulging labia for the first time, which she was now stretching out towards me. As if by magic, I parted her labia with my tongue and circled her clitoris. The more I played with her, the more she swelled. I took her between my lips and gave her the same pleasure of vacuum on her pussy as she had previously experienced on my penis. I worked her clitoris insistently. I noticed more and more how it swelled and then how her whole pussy twitched. She moaned softly at first, but now she was almost screaming with ecstasy. I would never have dreamed that I would ever be able to pleasure such a dream pussy. She had a minute-long orgasm, which she visibly enjoyed. Afterwards, she slid down me, turned around and was visibly exhausted. When she pushed her pussy onto my penis, she only missed my glans by centimeters. She was very wet. After a moment's rest, we started kissing passionately and her left hand went down and grabbed my penis by the shaft. She placed my glans at her entrance and I thrust. I slid into her wet and tight pussy. She began to move back and forth on me. She rubbed her increasingly wet clitoris against me. Panting and getting faster and faster, she rode my pleasure donor. She was simply unstoppable. I played with her nipples and massaged her breasts. She moaned louder and louder. She was so beautifully tight and became more and more so. Then I felt her twitching in her pussy again. She cried out and it pulsated inside her for minutes. I couldn't hold back any longer either. I thrust deep into her and unloaded myself inside her. Then she collapsed and lay on top of me, panting. I was still in her pussy. My pleasure sword didn't get any smaller. This was probably due to the lack of sex I had during my apprenticeship. I rolled her off me and went behind her. I positioned her hips and knees so that her amazing ass stretched out towards me. I saw her rosette again. My penis just twitched at the sight. I went and rubbed my glans against your rosette down between your labia and back to your rosette. Her ass made me so horny. I pushed my cock hard and fast deep into her pussy. I started to push her hard and deep and she moaned passionately. I watched my cock slide in and out. I massaged your buttocks with both hands and my right thumb massaged your rosette. I noticed how my juice was slowly rising. She moaned "Put it in me" and I interpreted it as my massaging thumb. I let it disappear into her rosette and massaged her deeper and deeper in her bottom. She moaned even more passionately. "Please come now... Please" moaned Jaqueline beneath me. I could feel her cumming in waves for minutes. I didn't stop thrusting and massaging deep inside her bottom. She screamed louder and louder, lifted her head and tossed it back and forth. I couldn't take it any longer. I pushed my hard penis deep into her tight, twitching pussy and poured myself deep inside her. She felt my hot juice spreading inside her and she laughed and moaned. After a few moments we collapsed and I stayed on top of her. I fell asleep on top of her. The next morning I lay alone in my rumpled bed and immediately thought of you. We saw each other at breakfast and kept grinning at each other. We both had a perfect night.