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09 Ağustos 2023, 11:28
(The story so far: virgin Ricky thought it was going to be a dull hot summer until he got the hots for his chubby upstairs neighbor Lana. But the only way to go to bed with her was to agree to join her and her husband in bed. What's a horny boy to do?)
FOUR
We slept together, the three of us, all curled together in Bart and Lana's bed. That was one of the most exciting parts, waking up nestled against her, my arm around her big round belly, her chubby arm reaching down into the fur between her thighs, her fat heavy breasts rolling off to one side, her red curls half-covering her face as she slept, angelically.
And then behind me, one of Bart's rough hairy arms around me, and his soft cock pressed up against my back. I had no interest in letting him put it in me back there, but it was very pleasantly cozy being sandwiched between the two of them, totally nude. And now, for nearly eight hours, being no longer a virgin.
As I started to stir I saw Lana open one eye sleepily. "I had a feeling you'd wake up raring to go, she said, reaching down and grabbing my stiff cock as if she was checking to make sure it was still there. Bart rolled off of me and pulled a pillow over his head, and so Lana scooted over and lay there on her back, big breasts rolling to either side, a vast expanse of white belly beneath them, and her legs slightly spread apart to reveal that inflamed pink place in between. "Mmm, do whatever you want," she said sleepily, and shut her eyes again.
I grabbed one fat tit and sucked on the nipple, while my hand roamed over that broad smooth tummy and slid through the scratchy hair and then into that velvety smooth wet place between round thighs which seemed to close around my hand. She moaned as I rubbed up and down in that wet spot, not rally knowing what I was doing or doing anything in particular, just enjoying at long last what it felt like to feel that place I'd looked at in magazines so intently. She seemed to suck my fingers inside, and I rubbed them inside, feeling a little bump toward the top and rubbing it rather vigorously until she sleepily said "Gently, lover, gently." Lover, she'd called me lover. I was in love with that feeling, for sure.
Then I kissed my way down the belly and nuzzled my nose in her fur, and she obligingly spread her legs apart as I licked the wet slit that gaped before me. I didn't even think about the fact that she had been cum in three or four times, although the taste and texture was a little different, thicker. It wouldn't have bothered me if I'd figured it out, I wanted to make her cum, though I really didn't have any idea how to do it. I was secretly relieved a moment later when I saw her fingers appear on her clit and push me downward. Fat fingers rubbing a red little nub, giant thighs jiggling back and forth I'd never seen anything so beautiful in all my life, and I just lapped at the mix of cunt juices and cum as she moaned and then closed her fat thighs around my head and convulsed. It was the most inspiring sight I'd ever seen, Lana cumming right on my face.
She pulled my head up and I climbed on top of her. She licked cum and her own juices off my face as I slipped into her sloppy wetness. I guess I'd been humping the bed a little as I'd been eating her, because it didn't take long of flopping around on her big white belly, watching those big fat tits bounce back and forth, before I was cumming again myself. She squeezed me tight and seemed to enjoy each spasm as I fired what little I had left into her.
As I rolled off of her a moment later she made a motion toward her snoozing husband. I joined her as we pulled the covers down, revealing his soft cock. She took it into her mouth and it quickly began to rise even as Bart muttered "aw, not this early." But Lana wasn't one to take no for an answer from a naked man, and as she popped his erect cock out of her mouth she offered it to me as well. We began to lick opposite sides of it, letting our tongues run across each other as we bobbed up and down the head and the thick veiny shaft. After a moment she climbed on top of him and I watched as the cock disappeared into her swollen red lips, her huge heart-shaped ass swallowing it alive. She lay forward, fully on top of him, and stretched her legs out on top of his, then motioned to me. "Uh, where?" I said, not sure if I was about to set another personal record.
"The same place as him," she said, "if you can go again." If I could go again? I was 19 and I could do it ten more times, or at least until it bled. I climbed on top of her, to a groan from Bart, and she grabbed my cock and slid it on top of his. It wasn't easy, or particularly graceful, but she fucked Bart while keeping me in place until a few minutes later, he bellowed to indicate he was cumming and I could feel his cock jerking against mine inside her hot slippery snatch.
* * *
"Who's makin' breakfast?" Bart said a moment later, the pillow still partway over his face.
"I think it's time you Mahmutbey Escort (https://www.pompaci.net/istanbul/mahmutbey) had a girlfriend," Lana said at breakfast.
I wasn't sure how to answer that. It was true that I couldn't exactly claim Lana as my girlfriend, not with her husband sitting at the table. But having licked her pussy, sucked her husband's cock in tandem with her, and fucked her while he was inside her too, it seemed to me that I wasn't entirely without female company, either.
"Yeah, it's one thing to swing with us," Bart said, "but you need to get yourself a girlfriend your own age. That you can go to, you know--"
"Malt shops and sock hops, gramps?" Lana suggested, propping one leg up so that I could see her big jiggly thigh all the way up to the curly red hairs.
"You know what I mean," Bart said. "Go to the movies, feel her up, whatever."
"Well, I was thinking of asking that Cindy at work--"
"What are you waiting for?" Lana said, leaning back further, her big round tits flopping to either side under her sheer white chiffon nightie. One hand dropped into her lap and seemed to idly scratch an itch.
"I don't know if she'd want to go out with me--" I said, lamely.
"There's a really easy way to find out," Lana said.
"Girls are dying for guys to ask them out," Bart said. "Even if she says no, she'll be flattered--"
"The stuck up little bitch," Lana said. "But she won't say no. And if she does, I'll call her and tell her how well you eat pussy," she added, and by now she was definitely rubbing herself, her big round ass grinding back into the chair.
"And then maybe you can bring her back here to meet your best friends," Bart said.
* * *
FIVE
"I had a really good time," Cindy said, as we sat side by side on swings at the playground down the street. Bart and Lana were right; she was happy to go out with me, she'd been waiting for me to ask, and now it was the end of our first date, and I had no idea what to do. So I moved my swing over, and tried to kiss her.
She kissed back, for a moment, and then moved away. Sitting in swings, I couldn't get any closer without getting up. "I really like you, Ricky," she said. "But I don't want to rush things."
"I'm not trying to rush anything," I said, a bit desperately since of course that's exactly what I was doing. "But I really like you, too, and I'd really like to kiss you for a minute."
It was an incredibly dorky thing to say, but somehow setting a time limit made it okay. She got up from the swing and we went over to a little shaded area, not too visible from the street (but not completely secluded either), and sat down.
"I've been through a really bad relationship once," Cindy said. "It's not something I want to go through again."
"It won't," I said. "What happened? Tell me-- if you want somebody to talk to."
She swallowed hard. "He wanted me to do things that I wasn't ready to do." My lurid porn-fired imagination took over, and I suddenly imagined sweet Cindy in S
FOUR
We slept together, the three of us, all curled together in Bart and Lana's bed. That was one of the most exciting parts, waking up nestled against her, my arm around her big round belly, her chubby arm reaching down into the fur between her thighs, her fat heavy breasts rolling off to one side, her red curls half-covering her face as she slept, angelically.
And then behind me, one of Bart's rough hairy arms around me, and his soft cock pressed up against my back. I had no interest in letting him put it in me back there, but it was very pleasantly cozy being sandwiched between the two of them, totally nude. And now, for nearly eight hours, being no longer a virgin.
As I started to stir I saw Lana open one eye sleepily. "I had a feeling you'd wake up raring to go, she said, reaching down and grabbing my stiff cock as if she was checking to make sure it was still there. Bart rolled off of me and pulled a pillow over his head, and so Lana scooted over and lay there on her back, big breasts rolling to either side, a vast expanse of white belly beneath them, and her legs slightly spread apart to reveal that inflamed pink place in between. "Mmm, do whatever you want," she said sleepily, and shut her eyes again.
I grabbed one fat tit and sucked on the nipple, while my hand roamed over that broad smooth tummy and slid through the scratchy hair and then into that velvety smooth wet place between round thighs which seemed to close around my hand. She moaned as I rubbed up and down in that wet spot, not rally knowing what I was doing or doing anything in particular, just enjoying at long last what it felt like to feel that place I'd looked at in magazines so intently. She seemed to suck my fingers inside, and I rubbed them inside, feeling a little bump toward the top and rubbing it rather vigorously until she sleepily said "Gently, lover, gently." Lover, she'd called me lover. I was in love with that feeling, for sure.
Then I kissed my way down the belly and nuzzled my nose in her fur, and she obligingly spread her legs apart as I licked the wet slit that gaped before me. I didn't even think about the fact that she had been cum in three or four times, although the taste and texture was a little different, thicker. It wouldn't have bothered me if I'd figured it out, I wanted to make her cum, though I really didn't have any idea how to do it. I was secretly relieved a moment later when I saw her fingers appear on her clit and push me downward. Fat fingers rubbing a red little nub, giant thighs jiggling back and forth I'd never seen anything so beautiful in all my life, and I just lapped at the mix of cunt juices and cum as she moaned and then closed her fat thighs around my head and convulsed. It was the most inspiring sight I'd ever seen, Lana cumming right on my face.
She pulled my head up and I climbed on top of her. She licked cum and her own juices off my face as I slipped into her sloppy wetness. I guess I'd been humping the bed a little as I'd been eating her, because it didn't take long of flopping around on her big white belly, watching those big fat tits bounce back and forth, before I was cumming again myself. She squeezed me tight and seemed to enjoy each spasm as I fired what little I had left into her.
As I rolled off of her a moment later she made a motion toward her snoozing husband. I joined her as we pulled the covers down, revealing his soft cock. She took it into her mouth and it quickly began to rise even as Bart muttered "aw, not this early." But Lana wasn't one to take no for an answer from a naked man, and as she popped his erect cock out of her mouth she offered it to me as well. We began to lick opposite sides of it, letting our tongues run across each other as we bobbed up and down the head and the thick veiny shaft. After a moment she climbed on top of him and I watched as the cock disappeared into her swollen red lips, her huge heart-shaped ass swallowing it alive. She lay forward, fully on top of him, and stretched her legs out on top of his, then motioned to me. "Uh, where?" I said, not sure if I was about to set another personal record.
"The same place as him," she said, "if you can go again." If I could go again? I was 19 and I could do it ten more times, or at least until it bled. I climbed on top of her, to a groan from Bart, and she grabbed my cock and slid it on top of his. It wasn't easy, or particularly graceful, but she fucked Bart while keeping me in place until a few minutes later, he bellowed to indicate he was cumming and I could feel his cock jerking against mine inside her hot slippery snatch.
* * *
"Who's makin' breakfast?" Bart said a moment later, the pillow still partway over his face.
"I think it's time you Mahmutbey Escort (https://www.pompaci.net/istanbul/mahmutbey) had a girlfriend," Lana said at breakfast.
I wasn't sure how to answer that. It was true that I couldn't exactly claim Lana as my girlfriend, not with her husband sitting at the table. But having licked her pussy, sucked her husband's cock in tandem with her, and fucked her while he was inside her too, it seemed to me that I wasn't entirely without female company, either.
"Yeah, it's one thing to swing with us," Bart said, "but you need to get yourself a girlfriend your own age. That you can go to, you know--"
"Malt shops and sock hops, gramps?" Lana suggested, propping one leg up so that I could see her big jiggly thigh all the way up to the curly red hairs.
"You know what I mean," Bart said. "Go to the movies, feel her up, whatever."
"Well, I was thinking of asking that Cindy at work--"
"What are you waiting for?" Lana said, leaning back further, her big round tits flopping to either side under her sheer white chiffon nightie. One hand dropped into her lap and seemed to idly scratch an itch.
"I don't know if she'd want to go out with me--" I said, lamely.
"There's a really easy way to find out," Lana said.
"Girls are dying for guys to ask them out," Bart said. "Even if she says no, she'll be flattered--"
"The stuck up little bitch," Lana said. "But she won't say no. And if she does, I'll call her and tell her how well you eat pussy," she added, and by now she was definitely rubbing herself, her big round ass grinding back into the chair.
"And then maybe you can bring her back here to meet your best friends," Bart said.
* * *
FIVE
"I had a really good time," Cindy said, as we sat side by side on swings at the playground down the street. Bart and Lana were right; she was happy to go out with me, she'd been waiting for me to ask, and now it was the end of our first date, and I had no idea what to do. So I moved my swing over, and tried to kiss her.
She kissed back, for a moment, and then moved away. Sitting in swings, I couldn't get any closer without getting up. "I really like you, Ricky," she said. "But I don't want to rush things."
"I'm not trying to rush anything," I said, a bit desperately since of course that's exactly what I was doing. "But I really like you, too, and I'd really like to kiss you for a minute."
It was an incredibly dorky thing to say, but somehow setting a time limit made it okay. She got up from the swing and we went over to a little shaded area, not too visible from the street (but not completely secluded either), and sat down.
"I've been through a really bad relationship once," Cindy said. "It's not something I want to go through again."
"It won't," I said. "What happened? Tell me-- if you want somebody to talk to."
She swallowed hard. "He wanted me to do things that I wasn't ready to do." My lurid porn-fired imagination took over, and I suddenly imagined sweet Cindy in S