by Mary Patton
He got up and was white as a ghost and furious with me and with himself. He kept saying that this was so wrong and that he was very sorry and told me to go to bed. When I got up to walk next to him, he pushed me, "Jane, I... I... I'm going to bed now" and went into his room and closed the door. I heard the lock turn and sat there I don't know how long. Finally, I made the sofa bed and went to sleep.
In the morning the apartment was quiet, and I found a note on Dad's kitchen table saying he was going to be out all day. He said he was sorry and that he would call me during the week and that I should lock up when I left. I felt horrible. I cleaned the living room and went into Dad's room to make the bed. I found his clothes from the day before and in a pile were his white underwear, soaked in his semen the night before. I touched them, and brought the sticky semen into my mouth and tasted my father's semen. I was still a virgin, but I had probably given 20 different boys blowjobs at school, but this was the first time I tasted the semen for myself. I was afraid of disease and never swallowed with the school boys. I liked its taste, salty and musky, but not unpleasant. I got dressed and went to see mom.
I was leaving when she arrived. Her new boyfriend next to her. The first thing I noticed about Tim was that he was very tall, maybe 6’3 and much younger than my mother, who is 42 years old. I assumed Tim was in his thirties, but moms' boyfriends were often 10 years younger than her. Boy, she looked great, so I always thought she had more power.
They were gone until after 5 pm. I made myself busy at home but had to stop twice to masturbate. For the first time in my life I imagined my father in my dirty thoughts and imagined he was sucking on me last night. I would feel guilty afterwards, but then I would get horny a few hours later.
I was very cold toward Tim during dinner and then he told me he was going inside. It was 9:30 PM and Mom looked at me furiously. "What has he done to you? He's a good man and he makes me happy. Treat him with respect," she said in an angry voice.
"Does he make you happy? Or does his big cock make you happy?" I said, I wasn't ready for the slap in the face. "I hope one day you'll be fooled, Mom, and you'll feel as bad as you made Dad feel." I answered and turned around to go to my room. Mom grabbed me by the shoulder "Accept it, your father doesn't have enough dick to satisfy me, it's his fault. And as for being fooled? That won’t happen," she left furiously and I heard the door to her room closing.
I guess Mom wasn't too upset about our argument because when I went for a drink of water, I could hear them fucking in their room. I hated my mother at the time and sat in my room and thought of some way to get back at her. I realized, around midnight when I heard someone in the kitchen. I walked in wearing only a T-shirt and my panties and found Tim standing in a bathrobe. He had taken out a tub of ice cream.
I didn't think about what I was going to do, I just did. I approached Tim while he was serving ice cream in a bowl, for my mom, he said. I asked him if he had a good fuck and he looked surprised. "Well? My mom's a good fuck, right? She said you had a huge dick and she loved it," he looked very uncomfortable now, I had him writhing. He put the ice cream tub back in the freezer and that's when I took my shirt off, showing him my naked tits. He smiled at them.
I knelt down and opened his robe, and gave him a scream. It was hanging there, long and thick and covered with whitish liquids, probably from Mom. His balls were also huge. I had never seen anything so big in my life, not even in the adult movies I watched with my roommates. I put it in my mouth before I could react, and he moaned. He was a man after all.
I could taste my mom's pussy right away, her semen mixed with his. Instead of resisting me he put me deep and I attacked his huge pussy hunter. I sucked his cock hard while my fist pumped his shaft, touched his balls with my free hand and in no time, I had 12" of hard cock in my mouth and hand. I sucked his cock fast, this was not for pleasure, it was to make him cum. I felt his balls were already squeezing and I knew he was close.
"What the fuck?" It was my mother.... standing there with fire in her eyes.
"Oh, shit!" Tim said and tried to get away. I grabbed his dick and pumped it. He was too close to coming and just tried to stop me with all his heart. I grabbed the bowl of chocolate ice cream just as his huge cock exploded. The first burst of his semen landed on my tits, but I was able to direct the rest in the bowl of ice cream. God, this guy must have cum a gallon before he stopped, and I shook the last drop. I looked at my mother staring at me, obviously in shock. I got up and looked at the bowl of melted chocolate ice cream covered with Tim's milky white semen. “Here Mom," I said, giving her the bowl and passing her to my room.
I heard her scream at Tim and tell him to get out of the house. I heard more screams and slammed doors. I sat in my room, waiting for the door to open and for Mom to face me, but it didn't happen. The last door that slammed shut was her bedroom and she didn't leave until after I left at 6 the next morning. I already started to feel guilty but was comforted to know that Mom had to learn a lesson about people's feelings. I had to rub my crotch as I went back to school knowing that I needed a little prolonged oral pleasure and waiting for one of my roommates to be in the mood. I smiled at myself, "That's one for us, Dad.”
Chapter 1
This is a true story. I was a freshman in school. I lived in an all-male quarters; all the folks in our hall were exceptionally close. It was about the midway through the first semester when one member of the gang from over the hall called me over and told me he had something to tell me. Marcus said that he considered me a good friend and wanted to be honest to me. He told me he was gay. I was furtively satisfied and excited to find out this information. Despite the fact that I had not ever had any kind of sexual relations with another man, I had a lot of experience with ladies, and was extremely receptive about sex exploration. I told Marcus that his sexual inclination didn't make any difference to me and we would dependably be friends.
That night subsequent to having a few brews I decided that I should visit Marcus. I crawled into his room, cautious not to wake his straight flat mate who was on the top bunk. I stooped alongside Marcus and as he rested and delicately began to stroke his chest and nipples. His nipples got hard and I began to kiss them. Marcus woke up a little disoriented, but I told him that I had for the longest time been itching to be with another man. He let out a delicate groan when he heard this. I climbed to confront him and kissed him out of the blue. He tasted good, like a man, our stubbled appearances scoured against one another making me hornier and hornier. I told Marcus I wanted to suck his cock. "Yeah, no doubt" he moaned. I kissed and licked my way down his body. Stopping to suck his nipples again. Marcus's hands were my on my head forcing me down toward his semi hard penis. I flipped my thumbs under the top of his boxer shorts, and he raised his ass off the dab. As I slipped his plaid boxer's down around his ankles his stout cock tumbled against his midsection. I simply needed to have that cock in my mouth. I let my head down and took as much as I could in my mouth and simply given it a chance to lie there on my tongue savoring the feeling and taste.
His dick developed in my mouth and I began to swirl my tongue around his pole and head. Never having done this, I was a little apprehensive but I figured I would do precisely what I would want to be done to me. Marcus's cock was rock hard and my head was bobbing all over, coating his prick with my saliva. I moved down and licked his balls while my hand got a handle on his pole like just another man knows how to do. Subsequent to playing with his nuts, my mouth came back to his cock head. I sucked hard on his head and my hand siphoned all over on his pole. Marcus moaned and said he was going to come. I sucked more earnestly on his dick and was compensated with a mouth brimming with cum. I swallowed as much as I could, but some dribbled out of my mouth, which I quickly pushed once again into my mouth. After Marcus finished cumming I moved back up to his mouth and gave him a long profound kiss with our tongues swirling all around one another's mouths. Marcus wanted to repay the sensual caress, but I said I was frightened we would wake his flat mat
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The following day Marcus and I were separated from everyone else and he came up to me and gave me a profound kiss, which I returned passionately. Marcus said that last night was extraordinary and he wanted to do it again. I concurred with him but told him I didn't know if I could be open about it, yet. He understood and said it would be our secret.
Around about fourteen days after the fact Marcus, myself, and two different folks left to go on a ski weekend. This had been planned before Marcus and I had gotten together. The other two folks didn't think about our situation. Well the skiing was OK but we were increasingly interested in getting some whiskey and brews that evening. Well we partied pretty hard that night, heaps of brew, a few shots and joint or two and everybody was feeling pretty good. Things were winding down and it was time to decide the sleeping arrangements. The condominium was the place of Marcus's folks friends, so he naturally took king size bed in the main room. The two others called the beds in the second room, two singles. That left either stowaway bed or offer the big bed with Marcus. I played it off like it was too much of a pain to get the stowaway bed out and made up so I would simply pass out in the big king bed. I could recognize the appearance of anticipation easily when I said this. I was getting hard simply thinking about what was to come.
I went on to the room and began to get stripped. I got into the bed with my clothing on. Inevitably Marcus came in and said he'd had enough of the partying out there and wanted to party some in here. I got out of the bed and went to the big restroom to take a quick break. When I got back Marcus was standing there exposed, his beautiful cock hung down between his legs. " What are you doing with your drawers still on kid?" he asked me. "For what reason don't you come here and take them off?" I challenged him. He approached me and we grasped with a hot wet kiss, our tongues dashed in and out of one another's mouths. I could feel his cock stiffening against my effectively hard cock. Marcus dropped down to his knees and stripped down my clothing and my cock sprang out to his lips. I cherish blowjobs, and Marcus was a specialist.
He swallowed my entire shaft; I could feel the head of my prick scraping the back of his throat. We moved to the bed and laid down by one another and began to kiss again. Our hands meandered all over one another. Marcus had a nice ass that I crushed and touched. His hands played over my buns too, his fingers flirting with my puckered opening. Marcus tongued my ear and told me that he wanted me inside of him. Well that pretty much set me off right there, but I controlled myself. We had never done this. Marcus laid down on his back and I decided I wanted to suck his cock a few. I went down on him enthusiastically, licking his cock and balls. I went down underneath his balls to that spot between the nuts and the asshole. I licked him there and he went wild. My mouth was all over him. Sucking his cock, licking his balls going lower and my tongue hit his darker hole.
This really got him going his hands were running through my hair pushing me down. He let go of my hair and got his legs pulling his knees towards his head. This gave me total access to his asshole and I licked it wildly. I tongued it good, getting nice and slick for what was to come. Marcus got up quickly and put my cock in his mouth and really drooled all over it. He got again into his position and told me to screw his ass. My prick rested and the entrance of his ass and I gradually began to slide it in. When I got all the route in, I ended up in the tightest, most sweltering spot I had ever been in. I gradually began to push my cock in and out of him. Marcus's hands were around my neck pulling me into him. His hands went from my neck to my ass, pinching my nipples urging me on to come in his ass. My cock didn't keep going long in his sweet gap. I push one final time and told Marcus I was going to come. He told me to shoot my hot burden into his ass. My sperm appeared to shoot out of my cock everlastingly, it was a really big burden.
When I was done, I withdrew my cock and held Marcus intently. Marcus presently couldn't seem to come, and I wasn't going to disappoint him. I went down on his cock and sucked at it like there was no tomorrow. I returned down to his ass and tongued it good as my own juice spilled from it. I licked my sperm up and held it in my mouth and returned to Marcus's mouth. Once there I kissed him and let my sperm keep running into his mouth, which he acknowledged readily. I got on all fours and offered my ass to Marcus. He got behind me and began to tongue my ass. He lubed my ass with my very own sperm that was in his mouth. I felt Marcus's hand on my hips and his cock resting between my ass cheeks. Marcus's cock split my virgin asshole. It hurt a little at first, but once it was buried into my ass it drove me wild. Marcus siphoned me for some time, and I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger, he said he was near exploding. He hauled his cock out and I turned over so I could get a portion of that delicious sperm in my mouth.
Marcus couldn't keep down sufficiently long for me to get my mouth around his cock and thick ropes of jizz shot out onto my face and neck. When he was done, I cleaned his cock off and sucked it dry. Marcus brought me up and began to lick his sperm off my face and place it in my mouth. We laid down together and nodded off in one another's arms.
Chapter One
My ten-year marriage ended when I discovered my husband having an affair with the young lady who lived in our building. At the time, I was working the graveyard shift as a security guard in an upper-class apartment building while at the same time seeking after my graduate degree during the day. My four-year certification in liberal arts hadn't given me the profession openings I'd sought after, so in the wake of investing a long time at entry level and semi-skilled occupations, I at last got tired and proceeded with my education. Helping individuals was tremendously rewarding to me, so I set my focus on turning into a social worker.
Very little went on at my job around evening time, making it rather dull. Figuring I could pass the time by doing some homework, I returned home amid my meal break to recover my laptop. Workers weren't supposed to use individual electronic gadgets on the clock, however I figured doing it once wouldn't do any harm. Furthermore, I was spread thin between working, going to class full-time, and keeping up a home. Thumping out some assignments would maybe save some time during the day to manage other obligations.
It wasn't in my norm to stop home amid my shift. I sent a text message to my husband, Brett, before hauling out of my work parking garage so he wouldn't be startled by my entry. When I'd made the five-minute drive to our adjacent home, Brett hadn't reacted to my text message, however I could see from outside that the lights were out. Expecting he was sleeping, I inconspicuously entered our home and flipped the kitchen light on. I immediately grabbed my laptop from its standard spot on the eating table and made a beeline for the front door.
As I flipped the light switch and turned the doorknob, I was startled by a noise originating from inside the house. I heard what seemed like a lady moaning from our room. It was an erotic sound, much like the groans of delight a lady makes when a man has intercourse with her. To my knowledge, Brett didn't watch pornography, however our sex life was lacking at the time, thanks to our occupied and clashing schedules. Therefore, I wasn't furious; all things considered, I'd likewise as of late been dealing with my necessities all alone. In any case, sheer interest incited me to ensure I was right about what I was hearing.
As I tiptoed down the hall and the sounds developed more intensely, I confirmed that my suspicions were right. There was no mistake that what I heard was a couple having intercourse. I put my ear against the shut room doorway and listened some more, understanding that the hints of overwhelming breathing and a bed musically squeaking were far too realistic to come from the computer.
My heart started to pound as I became frozen with stun. My husband, whom I'd never associated with cheating on me, was in our bed with another lady. In spite of our ongoing need to set our sex life aside for later, I didn't think he'd be pushed to the point of disloyalty. Before work and school took over what seemed like each second of always, Brett and I had a hearty, solid sex life. Neither of us wanted kids, so we'd chosen at an early stage in our marriage that
we'd make it a goal to keep the "spark” between us alive. Until recently, we'd prevailed doing so. We were that couple that others our age would be jealous of if they realized despite everything we screwed like young people. All of a sudden, I felt as though my whole marriage had been a lie.
Following a couple of minutes of mentally handling what was going on, I flung the room entryway open and flipped the light on. My twenty-something neighbor, Christina, was straddling my husband. Both turned their heads toward me and reacted with stunned outward expressions. For a couple of moments, neither of them moved. Christina then speedily got off my husband and started gathering her clothes off the floor. Brett kept on gazing at me, wide-eyed and uncertain of what to say or do.
Most women in my position would've spun out of control and attacked their significant other or his fancy woman. I'll never realize what came over me at that moment, however I didn’t need to yell or hit. Rather, I held up serenely in the room doorway while Christina got dressed, clearing out as she left without saying a word. Once Christina was gone, I at long last talked. In the range of under five minutes' time, I'd somehow settled on a perpetual choice about my marriage.