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A LOVELY THREESOMEIt was almost a year since we had seen each other. Twelve worrying months, fifty two weeks when all the time I was on edge. On my gloomier days I imagined the police knocking on my door and arresting me and in my optimistic periods I felt I would never see you again. In between I imagined there was a phone call from my sister screaming about what I had done to her baby or you turning up unannounced and black mailing me into more sex, or worse trying it on and succeeding with my twenty year old daughter. There were so many fucking nightmare scenarios and no good news ones at all.After that fateful, very long afternoon and night just over a year ago, thank God you had only stayed another couple of days. That was bad enough, though, for Sara came home and I am sure she fancied you like hell.’How awful’ I thought a young woman fancying her equally young cousin. ‘Yeah right’ I retorted, adding ‘That coming from a forty year old Aunty who had just fucked that cousin, her nephew several times, really is rich.I had turned down a couple of family dos in that period, but my aunt’s, your great aunt’s golden wedding do was an impossibility to get out of. As it happens and quite fortuitously Sara was away with the school on a history trip that counted towards her GCSEs so she was exempt.Almost as soon as I walked into the large rambling house in Kentish Town I saw you. I gulped and my heart started to pound. You looked good. You had filled out, you were a few inches taller and your hair was a little longer, less punky. I knew that you were almost nineteen. “Hello Aunty” you said as I walked up to where you were standing with Janis, my sister.”Jack,” she said, jokingly harshly, “Don’t make both of us feel old call her Amanda.””Thanks Jan” I replied kissing her on her cheek as she leaned forward her loose dress gaping and her cleavage bursting out. “I prefer Mandy nowadays, if you don’t mind.”‘Fuck’ I thought my pulse racing and my blush deepening I’m sure when I glanced at you and saw that you were also looking at Janis’ ample bosom. She was my sort of build, but after her k**s she had done little to hold onto her figure and she must have blown up to a size sixteen with a figure somewhere around 40d 38 42, ‘Nearly a real BBW’ I thought thanking someone that I managed, just about, to hang onto my more respectable 36d 29 37 voluptuousness. You smiled and winked as you nodded at her chest and I knew immediately that we were both thinking the same: the admission you had made when you came on my tits that you had been fantasizing about cumming on hers.’Jesus had I really got that deep with a fucking nineteen year old k** old?’ I wondered? Much of that fateful afternoon and evening I realised had now been deleted from my mental hard drive. Yes was the answer for I had simply taught you too much and too well, although I suspected you knew a lot more than you had let on during that long, awkward, but hugely exciting weekend.”Sorry Aunty” you said perversely as you surprisingly confidently put your hands on my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “Hello Amanda, it’s been such a time hasn’t it? When was it we last met?””Fortunately your mother had seen someone more interesting and important to talk to and had wandered off.”Jack you know exactly when we last saw each other so please don’t mess around.”You squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry aunty I wasn’t messing around then, I haven’t since and I’m not now, I am deadly serious.””What do you mean?”You leaned close, put your mouth to my ear and whispered. “I want to fuck you again and soon.””Don’t be silly,” I said sternly. “I told you that was it, nothing else will happen, it’s over.” You wandered away, looking over your shoulder and smiling.The party was a nightmare. I was on edge all the time. I saw you sneaking drinks and knew that might loosen your tongue or reduce your inhibitions. Fortunately it worked on the latter and not on the former.We were in a group outside; it was quite a warm evening. I was wearing a white button up the front, silk blouse and dark brown soft leather trousers. As happens at parties whilst one moment there had been six or seven in the group, suddenly it was just you and me. You didn’t beat around the bush.”I have thought about that weekend so much Mandy” you came out of the blue with.”No Jack, leave it.””No Mandy I can’t.””You must. It’s over it was a one off its finished.”You grabbed my hand. “It isn’t over I want to again.”I pulled my hand away looking round to make sure nobody had seen.”Jack stop it, behave” I said walking round the corner of the outhouses where we were hidden from view. It was just getting dark.”I have behaved, I have done as you said and not told a soul, not anyone.””That’s good Jack, thanks.””But I am going fucking crazy thinking about what we did, it was amazing.””Forget it luv, it was just a crazy time, it was like make-believe.””No,” you said quite loudly grabbing my shoulders. “It wasn’t crazy, it wasn’t make-believe, it was real, it was fantastic.””Jack stop it” I said sharply as you pushed me back against the wall.”No Mandy” you growled pressing your lips on mine. “You know you enjoyed it.”I fought to stop you. I tried to pull away, but you were too strong and your grip was too firm. I squirmed my face from side to side, but you managed to keep our lips together. You pulled me tighter to you. You pressed your body against mine, squashing my tits against your firm chest. Your tongue was probing at my lips. I managed to keep them closed. But then fuck it, something happened. My body started to respond, it started to betray me. Where once it had been you restraining me, now you were holding me; where it had been your body pressing against mine, now both were squirming against each other; where you had been urging your bulge against me, now my mound was welcoming its firmness against it. And where my lips had been firmly closed so now they were starting to open and your tongue was forcing its way inside.I hadn’t been with a young guy since we had been together. That isn’t because I didn’t want to, for although there had been some ugly and clearly unacceptable features of those few nights together, they had given me a taste for youth. They had made me realise what I had been missing. Yes they had made me want to be fucked by young men and, I reluctantly admitted, as young as possible.I dreamed of the firmness. I imagined the feel of a young buck on my hands as its strong front squashed my big tits. I fantasized about having two young men at my beck and call and being fucked almost continuously for hours on end, all evening and all night. But more than anything I visualised teaching young men, educating them, coaching and training them from being purely a fuck machine to becoming a lover.But, I was scared. With you it had been family. I wasn’t sure whether that was better or worse from a danger and being caught point of view. I wasn’t sure that if I seduced a stranger whether I would have more or less chance of being caught. So I did nothing. I was tempted. I met them at tennis, at the gym, with Sara’s friends and doing odd jobs round the apartment complex where I lived. I managed to resist them, just. I watched Notes on a Scandal and The Reader. Both were films where thirty something women seduced teenage boys. Shit was I like them, was I going mad, had I got a perversion?I only had two lovers in the year between you fucking me and now, well three really for I had recently started having sex with Kevin, my ex, your uncle. He was fine, he’d always been a good lover, his body was in good shape and his stamina for a nearly fifty year old was good. The other two I met through golf. One was well into his fifties the other mid-forties. The latter was an overweight millionaire who had a dick that really needed a search party to find, but when he got going he was like a bloody kurtköy escort rabbit. The touch of his flabby body on mine was, however, a major difficulty for me to cope with. The other a successful advertising executive was strictly a once a night guy and although I tried to double that up a few times I wasn’t able to make it and neither was he.So as we kissed at that party a part of my body’s betrayal, my mouth opened. Slowly and just a little parting of the teeth at first as your tongue probed, so it opened more as you persisted. And, as you grabbed my bum with one hand and my breast with the other so I gasped and then opened it fully.Back in the party a few minutes later I was quite mortified when one of my mother’s close friends said quite loudly so many people heard.”What on earth have you done to your trousers Amanda; they look all scuffed, right across that lovely bum of yours too.””When can I come and see you,” I heard you say as I answered my mobile as I drove away from the party.”You can’t.””Why not?””Isn’t it obvious why not?””I am legal you know.”That made me smile so I joked. “That’s the reason Jack, you’re far too old.””You laughed down the phone. I’m just right now, you taught me well and I have some experience.””No Jack, it’s wrong.””You like young k**s, you told me enough fucking times. You do don’t you?”Reluctantly I had to agree. “Yes Jack I do.””Then let’s do it, let me see you and fuck you. I’ll fuck you all night.”Your words and the enthusiasm with which you expressed them crashed into me, they excited me. They were saying exactly what I wanted to hear and what I wanted to happen. I realised that yes, I did want to be fucked all night.”Jack its i****t you’re my nephew.””We aren’t having fucking c***dren aunty, just a fuck.”Smiling I realised that my resistance had crumbled. I was beaten and I gave up. We made arrangements to meet. Hardly an hour went by over the next week when I didn’t think about it and regret it. I desperately wanted to back out, but somehow I simply couldn’t. I had to recognise that the lure of sex with a young man, no to be truthful with you, was stronger than my self esteem or fear of committing more incense.I met you at the station. I was i*****lly parked in the BMW M3 with the hood down. I was getting loads of stares from the city boy traders some of whom tried it on a little. Then you came out of the station and walked across the concourse to me.’This is fucking madness’ I thought as my heart fluttered as I watched your gangly walk towards me.”Hi aunty.””Hello Jack” I replied as we kissed each other on the cheek.”What was that about not staying at the apartment?” You asked.”We’re going to Norfolk,” I said gunning the car as you fiddled with the radio searching for some awful music station, but then hey, a woman has to take the rough with the smooth in toyboyland.As I slowly manoeuvred our way through the London traffic I explained that a friend owned a nice cottage right on the beach near Southwold. “It’s very quiet and secluded,” I told you. I didn’t explain that the main reason I had asked Carey if I could use it was because I was worried that a neighbour or a friend might pop into the apartment and how would I explain you. Also, last time we were quite noisy and we did enjoy sex outside, but now the apartment next door had been taken that would not be possible. The nearest house to the cottage was half a mile away; there was a pool, a decent sized garden and then right outside that miles of beach.On the slow drive through the crowded streets we got loads of stares. It made me wonder many times just what they were thinking. I wondered if any guessed anywhere near the truth that I was taking my teenage nephew into the country to have him fuck me as much as he wanted for the next few days.JackIn the time since that amazing few days at your apartment a year or so ago, my mind had wandered many times to our ‘coupling’. During those months, I had a couple of short term girlfriends, one of which had consisted of nothing more than momentary and brief fondlings. I had expanded my manual skills, had her biting into my shoulder in her room as she shuddered to orgasm, my fingers teasing and probing her deliciously whilst her parents watched some rubbish on television in the room below us. But she wouldn’t go any further, being a ‘good girl!’ Yeah right! But good girls weren’t what I wanted! The other girlfriend, well we’d gone further than mere masturbation. We’d fucked, and fucked well! She was hungry to explore and my hunger at least matched hers. Mandy you had taught me well, very well! I’d had several one night stands as well with varying levels of satisfaction but, in my moments alone, my mind returned to your flat and your gorgeous body. Your soft skin, long, chestnut, curly hair, full ripe tits and juicy cunt. The feelings, sensations and depravity that my aunt had fucked me and taken my virginity were never far from my mind, and the times I wanked thinking of you are uncountable.I was very aware of the ramifications of our very naughty secret getting out and I had no desire to make life difficult for either of us. But in that time I had every desire to see you again, you had become my fantasy. As wrong as it was, even if I had reconciled myself to it, I dreamt of being inside you again. I didn’t consider it i****t now, I didn’t want to fuck my aunt I wanted to fuck you, Mandy. What made the whole situation more difficult though was having you in the background, not only did I have the regular comments from my parents about you but every time I looked at my mums tits my mind was drawn to you, your tits, her tits… oh god! And then came the news, a family do and you’d be there!I was no longer the bashful youth you had met at the station before, I was assured and confident. I was now growing into the man you had helped mould. Still with the edge of youth but with a physique pushing those youthful boundaries, so much so that I was prepared to stretch any boundaries if I could get you alone at the party! And for a moment I really thought it’d be all in vain until your body took control of your head, then I knew, I knew you couldn’t resist.Three weeks later, sat in your car. My heart in my mouth and an ache in my balls, I was surprised when you started heading out of town.”We’re going to Norfolk” you informed me.”What’s that?” I asked wondering why we weren’t simply going to your flat to fuck like two rabbits for a few days.”Not what Jack, Norfolk’s a county.”‘Oh fuck’ I thought realising I was making a fool of myself.”Yeah right I know that, but where is it and why?”I cringed even more when I saw you smiling. “It’s on the East Coast about a hundred miles away.” “Why we going there?””I have borrowed a lovely little cottage for us, nice and secluded” you told me adding as you put your hand on my knee and looked into my eye grinning. “We can make as much noise as we like.”That sounds better I thought my cock tingling and balls itching with the touch of your fingers on my leg.AmandaIf I had been in an emotional turmoil before that family party, I was now in a mental maelstrom. If I had been confused before we talked, now I was totally puzzled. And if I had concerns about my imaginings about young men before I saw you walking across the piazza from Canary Wharf station, now with you sitting beside me in my car, they had become massive worries.I simply couldn’t understand myself and my wants and desires. Ok, it was fair enough for an early forties woman who had been used to pretty stimulating and very regular sex from her partner for many years, wanting to be fucked. It was more than ok also for her to want to be fucked hard, long and often. But for me to want to be fucked by a young guy like you, my nephew, surely that was wrong? You were only eighteen, or were you nineteen now, merely a teenager? But aydıntepe escort that’s what I wanted and that’s what this trip to Norfolk was all about. A forty three year old aunt being fucked by her nineteen year old nephew. What the fuck was the Jacker with me? I had no answer to that.I also had no answer to the i****t thing. As you’d said, it wasn’t as if we were going to be producing babies and that was the real i****t issue. So I could intellectually discount the fact that you were my nephew, well almost. Instead, as we sped up the M11 and I glanced at you from time to time, I saw a young stud and that made me tremble with both apprehension and anticipation. I wanted you, but I was hoping against hope that in the past few months you had not become super experienced, had lots of women, especially older ones and had become too adept at sex. I wanted to continue to teach you, show you the way, educate you and coach you in the wiles and ways of wonderful sex. Jesus what a crock of shit. Was that what I really wanted? And why you? If I wanted a young stud, a toyboy, they weren’t that hard to find. Several at the tennis club and a couple at the golf club had ‘offered their services,’ but no, I turned them down and fucked you, my nephew instead. Was i****t the buzz, did I need that to go through with my ‘teaching?’ Fuck knows. On the boringly straight and tediously flat M11 I was lost in my thoughts, but as I realised I was doing well over a hundred and slowed a bit I tried to rationalise it all and couldn’t. So I gave up.With the roof of the M3 down conversation was difficult, so after trying it a little we both gave up and contented ourselves with our thoughts.Mine, revolved around just what we would do together over the next day or so. Also I mulled over the complicated arrangements that I had made and the even more complicated excuses and lies I had made up.I had told Janis that I was taking Sara to Norfolk for a few days and said it would be nice for the two cousins to spend some time together; I could hardly tell her that it would just be you and me. She bought that and agreed that you could come. I told Sara that I had work to do with Mike at the cottage and arranged for her to stay with her dad. I had told Carey and Mike that you and Janis, who they had met a few times, would be with me at the cottage and that she would be going home the day they arrived. Janis had thrown a bit of a spanner in the works when I had said that I was staying up there to work with Mike, which I was, and that I would drop you at Norwich station, by inviting herself up. “I’ll pop up and collect him, you can find me a bed for a night can’t you?” She’d said. ‘Fuck, how could I explain Sara’s absence?’ I thought. I was quick.”Yes that’ll be fine as Sara is leaving that day so you can have her bed” I’d explained.It’s that sort of stuff that had always, well nearly always, stopped me having affairs when I was married. The lies and excuses get so complicated. As we drove round the excuse for a Norwich bye pass I tried to ensure that I had thought of everything; I just hoped I had, but couldn’t help thinking was it all worthwhile just for some time with my nineteen year old nephew? I didn’t have an answer to that.We got to the cottage around five thirty. We took our bags in, but didn’t unpack right away. Instead, just like two experienced lovers we fucked. It was an easy fuck, a slow one, a good one. I pretty much led and you followed, perfect!We lay in each other’s arms and chatted. You told me about the girls you’d had in the past few months. That made me feel ridiculously jealous.”Were any er, um older like me?” I asked when you said you’d had a few one night stands.”No,” you replied lifting my breast up and kissing it, showing a level of confidence that hadn’t been there before. “Nor were any as sexy as you?””How old were they?””The youngest was in her teens the oldest maybe twenty three, just k**s aunty, not MILFs like you.”I laughed, I quite liked being called that so I straddled you, took hold of your half erect dick, rubbed it on my pussy leaned forward and dangled my tits over your face so you could lick my nipples. You immediately hardened, it was as if I had triggered a switch, was it really as easy as that? Wonderful. I pressed the end of your rapidly hardening cock against my clit, sat up straight, looked you right in the eye, grabbed my own tits, rubbed them together and then let my cunt slide down your cock until it was in me up to the hilt.”Did any of them fuck you like this Jack?” I asked pleased and relieved that I was on the pill and thus, fully protected.JackThe journey dragged, well for me every journey drags. Most is due to sheer boredom, this for other reasons. Having you sat next to me, your hair pinned up, your creamy slender neck leading down to the swell of your ample bosom, a white shirt buttoned to three holes from the top giving me the occasional glimpse of cleavage and tucked in at the bottom into a tight pair of jeans that only fuelled my already racing imagination. As we drove I stole looks at you, gazed out of the window and thought of what was happening. Once it would have seemed wrong but I’d managed to put those thoughts behind me as apparently, so had you. It was a weekend of fucking, fucking and fucking. If only my parents knew, especially as they had been delighted when I’d agreed to go to Norfolk with you and Sara as you had told mum, letting on to me that she never was coming.”It’ll be good for you to spend some time in the country instead of milling around here all weekend or getting drunk with your friends” my mum had informed me.I made a non-committal grunt, inside I was bursting though.”Don’t go giving your aunt any grief while you’re up there ok, she works hard and doesn’t need you being a yob.” I tried not to laugh; I was thinking ‘No, she needs me to be hard and full of cum!’ For some bizarre reason my Mum and Dad thought of you as a steadying influence on me. They thought of you as someone who could talk to me, reason with me and set an example. I thought about the conversation as you drove, so I smiled again, a big smile.I’d never been to Norfolk before and had never believed anywhere could be so flat; it seemed like field after field as we drove. And finally after what had seemed an age we pulled up, in the middle of nowhere, to the cottage. As pretty as the cottage was I couldn’t help but think ‘Who’d ever want to live right out here?’My thoughts were broken when you said “Jack, be a love and bring the bags while I open up?” “Sure no problem Mandy” I replied as you activated the boot with your key fob.I followed you through the front door, my sports bag and some supplies in one hand and your small suitcase in the other. As my eyes adjusted to the light inside I thought ‘Mmmm, nice and cosy, what a good little fuck nest’.I put the bags down and looked around whilst you opened windows to air the place.”Where shall I put the bags?””Just pop the food into the kitchen through there” you gestured through a door off the back of the lounge. “And the bags into the front bedroom upstairs.”Having done as asked, I stood with a disbelief and shock in the bedroom. ‘One double bed fuck we’re gonna sleep together I realised!’ For all we’d done in your flat, we hadn’t actually done that; I hadn’t yet slept with a girl all night. My stomach was full of butterflies at the excitement I felt.”A penny for them?” I heard you saying as I turned and saw you leaning against the door frame, obviously watching me look at the bed.”One bed” I replied with a grin.”Yes, one bed,” you smiled back as you closed the gap to me. “What shall we do about that?” There was a mischievous sparkle in your eye. “There are two other bedrooms, but Carey is bringing new bedding up soon, so we can’t use them” you told me. Fuck I didn’t care as I would get to tuzla içmeler escort be with you all night. You went on, dropping a sleeping bag on the floor. “That’s why I brought this so you can sleep in it.”What?” I said feeling such disappointment.”Yes you’ll be on the settee in the sleeping bag tonight and Sara will sleep with me.””Oh I see,” you laughed.Your hands reached for the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it up, over my arms which I stretched out above my head to help you. Dropping it on the floor I thought you were going to stroke my chest but was mildly surprised when you unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor I kicked off my shoes and socks before stepping out of them. With a lingering sweep of my body with your eyes your fingers hooked into the waist band of my tight Pierre Cardin boxers; my cock was clearly hard beneath the thin black material. Amazingly and so fucking hornily, you knelt down. Agonisingly slowly, which I think was more for you than me, I felt you roll the boxers down my thighs and slide them along my legs to join the puddle of clothes at my feet. I could feel your breath against my thigh and could see your face inches from my nineteen-year-old cock where it had sprung slightly forward and up against my belly button. The end was an angry red, which happens when I am very turned on.After a moment, you stood up and saying nothing, just pushed me backwards onto the bed.I lay watching mesmerised as you unpinned your hair, letting the rich brown locks cascade over your shoulders. You popped button after button open on your shirt, each opening and allowing a little more to be seen. You pulled it out from your tight jeans and let the tail flap down. With your shirt unbuttoned and gaping open, each edge rested on the tip of a white lace covered breast. Without either of us saying a word I watched you unzip your jeans, your eyes never leaving mine or my cock, my eyes never leaving your body. As your jeans made the same journey mine had moments earlier I could feel my cock twitch as you stood before me in just a shirt, lacy white bra and matching knickers.We both had a need, there was no drawn out teasing as your shirt joined our pile of clothes on the floor, I couldn’t move or speak as your hands reached behind your back and unclasped the hooks on your bra. It quickly landed on the pile of clothes, your big tits swinging free, nipples erect, areolas puckered giving away your desire to be fucked. Without pause, I watched, as you rolled your knickers down your legs and stepped out of them, the little strip of hair showing the gateway to your pussy.Climbing onto the bed next to me and placing a finger on my lips I got the message not to say a word; this was a fuck, a straight forward, badly needed fuck. The kind of fuck that releases every pent up emotion and feeling, the kind of fuck where you just let go!Once, I would have dived between your thighs, but you had taught me well. My fingers and lips stroked, probed, licked and nibbled. I concentrated a lot on your nipples, knowing how sensitive they are, and judging by the writhing of your hips, the rasping of your breath and the way you grabbed my hair I knew I was pressing the right buttons. Besides, the hardness of them gave you away and stopped any of that fucking aunty pretence. We were two lovers, plain and simple. The fact that you were over twenty years older than me and that you were my relative Jackered not a jot; you wanted me, I wanted you and so we fucked. Fucking marvellous and so awesomely grown up.Your hand grasped, stroked and played with my dick, rolling my very full balls gently. I had almost forgotten what that was like, my younger conquests were rarely so confident. As my fingers found your pussy I couldn’t believe how wet you were! And as I slid first one and then a second finger into your cunt gently fucking you with them, with my palm pressing against and gyrating against your clitoris you got wetter and hotter still.When neither of us could hold back anymore I lowered myself onto you and slid inside so easily. No messing around or fucking about, just get on and get in, fucking great. Feeling the hotness of your pussy and your wide open legs wrapping round my waist enhanced the depth of being inside you, the walls of your cunt wet with your juices, gripping me, milking me and coaxing me toward my orgasm. With your tits flattened against my chest, my left hand grasping your hair at the roots whilst my right reached behind you to squeeze your buttocks we fucked. As the warm and tingling feelings washed over me, I bit and nibbled your neck and shoulders. Our orgasms were loud, passionate and intense, both clawing as much from the other as we could. I felt as though at last I had come home.Afterwards as we lay there, I felt like I wanted to laugh. I had an unusual feeling of euphoria, an unquenched sexual desire, but a feeling that as a nineteen-year-old, I would describe as “YES!!!!” with a clenched fist punched into the air. I didn’t do that, though, but instead kissed you with a smile. We made small talk for a while, probably twenty minutes or so, before you raised yourself and like a panther, perhaps a cougar is a more fitting description, you crawled above me, your breasts swinging, your nipples filled with blood, engorged and swollen you straddled me. As you did I felt your soft fingers grab my cock and rub it a couple of times along the lips of your cunt.”Did any of them fuck you like this Jack?” You asked, but didn’t wait for an answerIn one motion you lowered yourself a couple of inches onto me. As you rose and lowered so I went inside you a couple more inches. On the third time all of me went inside you, a low grunt escaped from your mouth and a gasp from mine. The feeling was fantastic. The walls of your cunt gripped my cock and you accentuated that by squirming on it, then fucking it. Oh God the wonders of sex with an older woman are simply fucking awesome, what a lucky bugger I am, I thought to have an aunt to teach me.Reaching down you pinned my arms to the bed by the wrists, your nipples grazing my chest and then we kissed, passionately. Our tongues entwined as you slowly raised yourself to the tip of my cock before impaling yourself on it again and again and again. As our orgasms approached you bounced faster and faster on me. In releasing my arms I was able to pull you close to me, your legs stretched each side of mine, your clit rubbing against the thick base of my cock. Our movements were limited, but were intensified by the wriggling and position we were now in. I grabbed your arse and let my hands go up and down with you, as I felt the sensations in my balls grow by the second. I knew I was close again and judging by your moans so were you. Your head was thrown back, your mouth was wide open, your eyes were clenched and your tits, ah your tits, your big, squelchy tits. They were all over the place, flying around, jiggling and wobbling it almost seemed as if they would come detached from your body. What a marvellous fucking sight they were. I took my hands, slightly reluctantly from your arse and grabbed your flying tits. That held them still!There was no finesse, just lust and a need to cum. It wasn’t long before I felt my balls tighten and release. I felt you shudder and start to climax. You moaned and groaned, grinding your cunt lips and clit against my pubes my spunk splashing everywhere. Fuck we’d forgotten a condom, I suddenly realised, as I pulled you hard onto me and held you there, my cock rigid right up inside your wonderful, inviting cunt.As we came down from our second fuck in quick succession. I asked “So what are we going to do this evening Mandy?” Before giving you a chance to answer I added with a smile and a pinch of your right nipple “We could fuck?”You laughed, “Later maybe, we need to eat to keep our strength up. We’re going to the local, just down the road. I’m having a shower and you can have one after me”You gave me a lingering kiss on the lips and then I watched the sexiest woman I had known in my nineteen years get up from the bed and walk naked to the bathroom.

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