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My Old Flames Daughter

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My Old Flames DaughterOn a cruise; I had the opportunity to take advantage of my old flames’ daughter. Reprehensible yes…but the past was so damn good I wanted to re-experience it; however I could and whatever the consequences….We all carry that memory of a sweet, sweet fuck from youth. At the time we weren’t processing it. We were so goddamn cock locked into it, pumping and humping gorgeous available pussy. And it was there yesterday and it was so randy again the next day and the day after that. Francis Jackson …Fran…was my beautiful lay. We were caught up in a summer of love between our work place hotel management course. We met on the course and hit it off instantly. Pure joint lust. We were worked insanely hard, long hours each day; but still fucked each other with a passionate vehemence. I think we both believed all fucking was like this. We both had experiences…as in, some earlier separate one off sexual encounters. But together; we realised this was what frickin sex was meant to be…building layer on layer of repeated sensations together. There was ardor; there was urgency and endless romping through the night…not twice but often, both of us coming three times. We didn’t need to get each other into the mood. We had instant sexual oomph. I saw her naked body…I had a boner. She touched my pecker…her pussy was wet. We turned each other on…well our bodies did…our genitals on auto pilot…stimulated so easily and so repeatedly…Ah both sweet amazing nineteen…your body has it to give and you just take it.We didn’t question whether it would last or where it was going. It lasted and lasted in each mind blowing and cock releasing and clit tingly orgasm. It was headed always to the next rendezvous …the where was in the moment…fondling genitals together…licking and sucking each other off intensely in writhing sixty –nine’s…then doggy pounding her pussy till she moaned loudly in total climatic sexual release.How can you lose that…as easy separating. You write some letters. You have some late night phone calls. Different professional work locations, in distant state capitals. You stop writing. She stops calling. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment of drift…maybe it was seeing Hailey’s arse going up the stairs or flirting with her the next day in the lift. You screw H hard in the cleaner’s service room. It’s exciting. It’s very good…but neither of you…want each other again. You’re both looking for what?Raelene, Erin, Sammie, Abby, Stephanie…all came and went in an afternoon or a night…You attend a course six month later interstate as you start your climb up the management tree. Francis is there. You meet and talk; but the passion is gone. There isn’t the …lets head off now and fuck each other’s brains out…We had it…but let it go…the instant sexual electricity is gone…we don’t even think about just fucking for old time’s sake…Francis is seeing no one special…you get that much from her…you give as much back…but you both know; you are both fucking here and there…I don’t realise it yet but I was looking for that frickin sexual magic we had… our special sexual elixir…trying to find it with someone else…trying .But the combination doesn’t ever come for you…I couldn’t find the sexual philosophers stone…the alchemy that was more than Fran’s and my genitals in sync together…Fucking Francis was more than screwing Francis but I didn’t realise it…the esoteric erotic knowledge to self coalesced too late…Francis was gone.After interminable one night stands …I settle for Nicole. Nicky and I drift into casual together. We both need sex and the sex is good. Its regular and we share a love for the water. After five years I get the repeated hints from Nicky and I propose. Her biological maternal clock kicks in; in her late twenties… and we have three k**s…the second pregnancy…twins. The years drift by in family and work mode. Then we drift…Nicole centres her life around our three boys…we both see the divorce coming for several years…but get the lads through college first.After the divorce; I accepted a job as a cruise director. The complete break from my past life I thought. Short trips out of Sydney into güvenilir bahis the South Pacific. I use my position as chief entertainer to entertain…well middle aged ladies…I know my limitations. I just perv on the copious, youthful cruise eye candy.However recently I had a déjà vu moment at sea heading for Noumea. I saw a young woman poolside, with a great tan…and instantly thought Francis.I mean I had thought occasionally about Francis, over the years. Sex is full of associations across time. Some deliberately recalled, others involuntary memory…popping into our heads at what seem unrelated moments. Then we realise as we process and savour past great sex – it was a colour, a time of day, a gesture, a smell, a taste …that brought it back.It was a straight forward physical resemblance…a too close physical similarity…it looked genetic. Though in my gobsmacked daze…it took a while to process…it had to be Fran’s daughter.I positioned myself as inconspicuously as I could…with a tablet in my hands… I looked busy…I was…I was using my access to the cruise’s manifest unethically …to search the passenger list…Jackman…Jackson…Penny Jackson…Ms… inside shared cabin…then her roommates…three females…no boyfriend on this cruise.Then I was more than perving on a young woman sunbathing…I was mentally stripping her.It was also obvious that the three girls stretched out next to her, were her travelling companions. They were all good looking but I wasn’t really looking. I was focussed on Ms Penny’s sharp nose, her light blue eyes, her fair hair…Fran’s youthful features…all too clear to me.What the hell did I think was going to happen? The she is fucking gorgeous, thought; was playing around naughtily through my mind…along with…I need to fuck her…before my mind tried to put my reprehensible dick back on its straining leash.Yeah the mind is sturdy but your cock is stronger. Gatsby had his green light across the bay…but a lime green bikini was way closer in my case…yet seemingly impossible to touch. I could dream and scheme of how to seduce her…seriously a nineteen year old on a cruise with a mid forty’s guy? I really needed to accept the past with Francis had receded like my hairline.I got back to work. However, I didn’t screw a willing randy widow, Georgina, who was seated with us at the petty officers table for dinner, the night before we reached New Caledonia. Last cruise, I wouldn’t have hesitated. I knew why…I wanted Penny. But I knew it was Penny as Francis…I was over layering them.I was hankering for a youthful sexual recharge. I wanted to taste what was as close to Francis as I now could get. Yes it was seedy and dirty…but I wanted this young woman like I hadn’t wanted anyone since her mother.As it happened I got caught in a shitload of unexpected work situations to sort and smooth through. This only allowed me to catch glimpses of Penny in the shopping arcade, the gym, around the pool and one of the nightclubs…thankfully dancing with her girlfriends…though I had the jealousy pang seeing her bump and squeeze into her bff’s and the lezzo nightmare crossed my mind; fleetingly.I had no real or manufactured reason to fraternize or even risk being sexually direct with her.Penny became merely the stuff of daydreams …till I realised I had the random passenger ballot to organise for the Captain’s table on the homeward journey from Noumea. Well I rigged the seating arrangement unashamedly. I put widow Georgina next to the captain…he was a lech and she was horny. I put the three best looking, hot young petty officers on the table with me, on the understanding that if we all got lucky, then Ms Penny was mine.There is something special about the Captain’s table on a cruise; it relaxes everyone and liberal quantities of alcohol, always do their sex prep job. The Captain made his apologies to do his rounds first and show Georgia the bridge, and Georgina followed the skipper … no doubt; bridge fucking. All the girls including Penny were flirtatious. They were all young frisky skittish kittens…whose pussies needed servicing tonight. They were a dress slipping down away from impulsive genital need.My fellow officers türkçe bahis had no problems seducing girls who wanted to be seduced. These college graduates had come on a cruise for sex and hadn’t frickin scored. Well they had all hit the good looking bloke jackpot at the same time and pair by pair they headed off. They weren’t questioning their luck. My fellow officers were very pleased with the standard of chick they were escorting away for an all-nighter…and would repay me with plenty of drinks in port. Penny was now mine alone. But could I get her back to my cabin.She wasn’t displaying any doubts in being left alone with the oldest officer…old enough to be her father. Repugnant me; gulped down my remaining beer. This was scurrilous…if Fran ever found out. What the fuck was I doing? Well I knew…I was about to try and fuck my old flames daughter.It should have been hard for a guy my age with someone so young and pretty and hot. Her flimsy summer dress nearly falling off her shoulders, her cleavage on show, her thigh flesh, so supple, hinting at the softer sought after flesh between her legs…her lips moist…as she finished her glass of wine.Was it the uniform? Was it my chatty confidence? Was it only that the young lass just wanted a holiday, no strings attached fuck fest? Was it something intangible….the unnamed sexual alchemy we keep hunting for?I invited her back to my cabin…just invited her directly. You win, you lose…but at least you know.Penny accepted with an open smile. For the life of me I didn’t know why at that moment…but we were moving…moving in one direction now…we were heading for sex together. Any thoughts of reprehensible me were buried under my balls.She paused outside my cabin: she knew my name from the introductions at dinner: yet very deliberately read out the door sign: Jeremy Martin: Entertainment Officer.“Jeremy Martin: Entertainment Officer…Okay Jerry…time to entertain” she said.I was thinking be gentle…take it slowly…at least give the pretence of the romance young girls are looking for on their first cruise.Penny literally ripped my tongue out of my mouth as my cabin door shut automatically behind us. She was wild: it was feral kissing. It was how you go tongue to tongue as a teenager…greedy, greedy. Fuck she was nibbling on my neck…hickey evidence no doubt tomorrow. She was using her teeth on my lips…hungry, hungry…needy, needy. Christ I thought; When was the last time the poor lass had a root? She a carnal being. Penny was squeezing my lips between hers …drawing them out…nearly too far…but the intensity while not fully pleasurable was exciting…because she was so frickin excited.Our hands got super busy on each other’s bodies. It was clawing, pawing; groping…it was hedonistic, self indulgent, self seeking pleasure…touching for self first. She only had one speed…hyper drive. She fumbled through my zip and pants and yanked out my erect cock…tugging hard…and a bit roughly. She was keen.My hand was under her dress…my fingers straight into her already wet slit…she had obviously been thinking sex before she was even in my cabin. She moaned loudly…she was panting …she was writhing in pleasure.Her body movements exuded sexual hunger. I thought: Oh shit…she’s a bloody virgin.But she knew what she was doing…she was on her knees sucking me off…well giving my cock a good go. Penny actually had little idea about how to work the shaft in her mouth or use her hand to support the shaft or fondle my nuts…she just sort of sucked…but she was intense and enjoying it…she didn’t realise she was actually slowly working me back to flaccid…I had to put a stop to her enjoyment or lose mine and her potential cock filling bliss.I got Penny up and stripped her dress off her…very fast. Her bra and panties gone in a blur. I sucked her titties leisurely now. I had the pace. She was like a pliable erogenous statue. Her nipples licked and squeezed …till she moaned loudly.I kissed her belly and navel and kissed her full wild fair pubes. My hands eased her girly softness apart and my tongue was in her slit. Penny was pressing into me…she was really pressing into me. My tongue tip found her clit güvenilir bahis siteleri and gave her the pleasure impulses she was really seeking. Shards of satisfaction skeining and layering through her pussy. Both inside and out. Her skin so alert. Her pussy so happy. Her clit smouldering with pleasure. Her young body was mine to manipulate like a marionette. I had to dog her. Her arse cheeks were deliciously fetching…young eye catching rump, easily parted and her fur bush, so stunning viewed between her fleshy white thighs. I had forgotten how good the full bush looks from between a woman’s butt cheeks. It made her pussy more defined. It added a layer of deeper sexual vulnerability as my cock stabbed and speared deep into Penny’s pinkish opening.She just moaned and moaned. Hell I was groaning a lot too. Her pussy was so tender. So supple in adjusting to my filthy deep prodding, which was alternating with ramming thrusting and cock head play around her sensitive cunny lips.Her body was so acquiescent to my cock. My hands were on her hips. I was drilling deep…pushing really hard. I was watching my cock fill her, spread her and draw her lips slightly out as my cock pulled back from her body…then plunged in again.It had nothing to do with Francis I realised. Penny was Penny …and wanted her pussy filled. Nothing more, nothing less. But I had now screwed both mother and daughter.However it was clear her horny body was in this sexual moment for herself …as was I.Her mellow accommodating pussy was a cock’s best friend…so wet…so tight…so happy to be packed.I turned her over and urged her to spread her legs on the edge of the bed. She was so unashamedly eager…her beaver splayed for cock…her legs…high and wide…her head on her chin…she didn’t meet my eyes…she watched her own pussy get pistoned pounded …her eyes glued to the friction of sex between us.I had wanted to lock with her eyes like I used to with Fran…but the realisation was here as I was drawn down to my own pumping cock burrowing into her fur nest…Penny was Penny…and great sex …was great sex in the moment…in the moment…it can’t be held…that’s why we need it again and again in life…I gave the young woman the deep long cock time she needed…I held my pleasure back…I was excited to just spurt over her titties…but I held to her growing need…I thrust and thrust…passing on the immediate selfish male impulse to jizz her belly and concentrated on really sustained a long, invigorating pleasurable fuck…for a horny young girl.Sensational cock and pussy together minutes passing…I worked her clitty till she groaned in exquisite repeated satisfaction…her whole body taking on a beautiful flush…and I filled her pussy with my jizz load…it was what she needed.Finally there was a lull for my body and brain in just cuddling into her… on my bed.About twenty minutes later she was youthfully sound asleep. I scrutinized her facial features…Yes, I could see there was genetic Francis…but there was also a new separate being too…Penny…finding her sex life like Fran and I had …many years ago.She slept so innocently…I had my qualm of misgiving…You scheming bastard: she doesn’t deserve to know who you really are…at least let her believe in the romance or whatever she wants to remember…don’t over layer it with the past…for her.I slept soundly too; nestled into a young woman.Penny was gone from my cabin when I awoke next morning. I looked in the mirror with guilt as I shaved. What if she ever realised who I was?We were back in Sydney Harbour that morning…the end of the cruise.I saw Penny and her girlfriends at breakfast: They all said “Hi”. They all that youthful I had a great fuck last night look on their faces. Penny thanked me for the invitation to the Captain’s table last night and wished me well on the next cruise.I wished her well for her future etcetera…. The boat was empty in port. The cleaners were everywhere. I had work to do before shore leave in the evening. I had passenger surveys to peruse…the dreaded feedback…the usual few nitpick complaints and plenty of the standard: “best time we ever had”One cryptic survey though stopped me in my tracks.In a neat script was written:I think you would give more than a Penny to know all my thoughts. I’m glad I got to experience what my mum did too.The cabin service was top class….. We all carry that memory of a sweet, sweet fuck from youth.

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