Sometimes I am a loose woman. I think I was born this way. It 's dependable, I never expected to have my life changed the way it did when my wife 's nephew, Greg, fresh out of jail, came to stay with us for"just a duo of 24-hour interval"and ended staying for over three age. It 's not fair to say he changed me, I was a slut before he came but only in my mind ; what he did was bring up my inner self that I have been suppressing for many years.

It was a hot July day. Right after my wife left for piece of work, I took a shower, wrapped myself in a bathrobe and sat in one of our lounge chairman in the backyard. No fences but low shrub delimitate our orders with our hard-working neighbors who leave early in the dawning and return late afternoon. All day, I am the solitary mortal in the locality. Working from home is keen !

It was around 9am when Greg came to join me. He was completely naked as always in my wife's absence.

"Hey !"he mumbled and sat on the other lounger next to me under the umbrella.

"Hey !"I said and continued to type trying to finish up my email.

A few minute of arc passed without a discussion flying in the air, but with a lot of tension. As he was laying lazily under the dawn sun, I was able to see his beautiful midst cock getting hard, leaning left. His hairless ball that were hiding between his thighs import before, started showing as his shaft was getting potent and pulling them up slowly. Being semi hard is a beautiful thing ; long and blockheaded enough to incite desire and at the same clip subdued to restrict and take a breather on the belly waiting to be given attention. I am happy my nephew followed my advice and shaves himself completely hairless ; he is very lickable. He also got so many tattoos in clink that he can go out in public naked and most people seeing him from more than than 5 ft will call back he is a weirdo wearing a flowery outfit.

"Done typing ?"Greg broke my castle in the air, his heart closed, his balls now separated by the thick putz between them.

"Uh ... I ... am done ... now,"I said and I put my laptop on the table and leaned back as far as the lounge electric chair allowed. I pulled my hat down to cover my oculus from the sun and my hard prick bounced up through the opening of my bathrobe front line like a rocket getting ready for blast off.

Without saying a give-and-take, he kneeled in front of me and started licking my cock and my nutsack. He sucked my balls a duet of times while pulling them gently until they popped off his oral fissure. His tongue gave butterfly kiss to my manhood, then he went even lower and licked my hole while stroking my calamus. He sent me to heaven.

What is estimable than a warm sassing giving a clapper bath to your cock ? Greg became an expert sucking pecker in gaol. Many times I imagine him on his articulatio genus, in a dismal turning point with a couple of guys standing around him, their intemperate cocks pointing straight to his mouth. Not an well-off biography having to make up one's mind which peter to imbibe first of the so many around you waiting to be milked ... I am trusted my nephew always did his best to please the guys offering his holes for them to choose where to pullulate their sperm.

It didn't take long for Greg to have my ridgeline rub against the back of his throat. I could feel how bass I was. With my eyes closed and laying on the lounging chairwoman, what a feeling…I never opened my eyes and really liked it when he tied my wrist joint tightly behind the chair using my bathrobe belt ammunition ... pretending to be his slave ... I liked being his sub and he liked being in electric charge. After all, he was deprived of many picayune things the last five years.

He licked a digit and pushed it in my ass, then he rimmed my yap and pushed in two fingers. My boy was preparing me for his stiff rod. Or so I thought.

He straddled me and fed me his globe first, then he pushed his cock in my mouth and started moving his hips rhythmically pretending to fuck my knit lips. I very much liked he initiated this and I liked even more when he pushed hard against my throat forcing me to deep-throat his thick pole. Oh yes, I gagged a few times in the origin, but soon my throat was well lubricated and let the slippery trespasser all the way in.

When clump of thick spit started coming out of my mouth and running down my chin, Greg turned around and sat on my face for a 69 we both love. He rubbed his asshole and his musket ball all over my nose and mouth, he even pushed his hole open and exposed the tender tissue paper of his anatomical sphincter so that I could cream his plica inside.

He bent over and sucked me again, pulling my foreskin and balls with his lips and spitting all over. I felt him locomote his head up and down milking my cock with his backtalk and letting a lot of spitting run down my balls and ass crack.

He kept me really in use making me rim his ass. Then he sat up, muffled my mouthpiece with his ass and, holding my articulatio talocruralis, he pulled my legs all the way up and secured them behind his axillary cavity In this spatial relation, I was completely unable to proceed and totally expose and vulnerable.

I felt a heavy slap on my globe that made me twitch and then pressure against my slippery asshole…

"My boy is going to have sex me with his fingers,"I thought.

I got a few Thomas More toilsome slaps on my balls and motherfucker, then I felt the intruder pushing in, harder this time.

I was well soaked with his spit and just gave in, what a beautiful feeling ! My gob was opening slowly and I was on a trip ... I even gave a push to open up a little more and take his fucking fingerbreadth in ... then it started to offend that sweet-scented kind of painful sensation when a trap stretches farther than expected. Greg knew it, but all he did was sit with all his free weight on my face covering my mouth with his hairless perineum, his bastard pushing rightfield against my nozzle. Suddenly, the all too familiar flavour of a cock sliding past my anal retentive gang shooter me to pleasure Shangri-la. I was being raped ... and loving it !

Oh yeah ! I could find the unanimous nine 1000 ( pun intended ), a pair of hips hitting my ass cheeks and a twain of testis slapping my fling making sloppy dissonance thanks to my nephew's spit. The cock felt vast inside me, sometimes hitting my prostate, other times just pulling out all the way and ramming my insides with force.

I moaned as loud as Greg's ass allowed me. I could tell whoever was fucking my trap was impatient, maybe a little anxious, nonetheless very pleasing to me to the percentage point I could not hold it. I came bucketful, some on my belly, some on my thigh and some on Greg's hand who was trying to hold my testis out of my fucker's way.

I guess it must have been an exciting stack because soon after I released my sperm, my fucker gave a few violent thrusts and pushed himself all the way in and stayed there. The cock inside me started convulsing shooting millions of babe in my rectum. I pushed hard trying to bring to a greater extent of him deeper, then I did my kegels massaging his throbbing tool. I know of no fucker who does not greatly appreciate a pixilated hug from a male hole around his cumming cock.

Still, the question was, who was fucking me with Greg's supporter ?

I found out soon after my nephew released my wooden leg and moved his ass out of my face.

"goodness morning, Mr. Tony !"I heard my rapist's part. It was Devaughn, our gardener's untested son who happened to be taking forethought of the neighbor's yard and Greg invited him over when we were 69 to add to the fun. His shaft was still duncish and long but not so arduous as before, yet it was almost down to his knees ! I ‘ ve known him since he was a child, who could have thought he would grow up to be such a magnetic cock possessor ?

"Devaughn !"I said very storm,"man, you are rattling ! I didn't know you are so big and like to fuck male son of a bitch. Let's do it again, ok ?"

"Ok, Mr Tony, I am here to please you and Mr Greg too !"he smiled."I am untested but I have fucked quite a few asses, this is my pet thing. And I like guy'shtup better, they are tighter and bed how to do by a fatal cock better than ladies."

"What a uncovering,"I thought while my sore ass started dripping his sperm. I stretched my arm to stroke Devaughn's semi heavy rod. He moved closer and let me lick his purpleness knob, still juicy and slippery. I could only fit one-half of its distance in my mouth !

I tightened my lips and milked the softening pole with my hand to mash out a few cum drops on my glossa, a divine moment.

"Now, it's my turn of events to return Greg the favor,"I said to myself .