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Actually, I have to be honest that she said that either she or I should do it. I said nothing. Nevertheless, a chill went down my spine and I wasn't sure it was fear or excitement.

I'm still not sure. I won't answer the question for Deborah, because if it happened it couldn't be with more love and she would handle it nicely. And next year he will be of legal age in such matters. At least, that is what I am telling myself.

As to the other ... me? Oh dear!! My god! What do I think? Of course, it is out of the question. I know that. However, a boy and his step Mom living all these years alone in the same household certainly raises the sex issue. It is hard to avoid the thoughts and feelings,

After all, the boy was a baby and suckled your breasts and made you feel more wonderfully loved than any other experience in your life could do. The suckling, no matter when it takes place is a purely sexual feeling and almost all erotic stimulation starts there when dating for example.

The baby becomes the boy; the boy becomes the man; and all three take on the mantle of lover.

Today was the first time that I interrupted Prince while he was masturbating. I felt terrible about it. He thought I was in the shower after our bike ride. Instead, I came down the hall to ask him something or other and barged in at just the step Mummy of his climax.

There he was, sprawled back on his bed, legs over the corner toward me. He has black hair on his chest and it streams down a centerline toward his penis. The hair is thick and curly around his penis and balls and his thighs are muscular and hairy too. I can no longer properly refer to it as his "cute little pee-pee" as I did when he was a baby.

His wondrous cock is long and macho like the rest of his body. He had a pair of my panties wrapped around the shaft but there was still visible naked shaft and bulbous crown. It strained upward beyond the hand jacking up and down. I entered just as the first long white stream of cream shot into the air. It must have gone five feet and then splashed down on his hairy chest.

Every move is imprinted on my mind, even now. A second shot leapt from the fierce-looking red head and onto his stomach. A third, weaker spurt fell back onto his hand. Then an amount flowed from the slit over the head of his dick and streamed down over penis and hand onto my panties. I tried to close the door and exit, but I couldn't force myself to look away. I'm so sorry.

My nipples had gone hard as thimbles and there was a familiar excitement between my legs. Prince opened his eyes and saw me. He was startled but seemed to settle back down with resignation. I apologized and left him in privacy. It occurred to me that he had left his door open. I guess we have become so accustomed to each other that ... well, I don't know.

The scene haunted me that night and I had trouble sleeping. Finally I decided that nothing would bring sleep without an orgasm to take away some of the tension. I think that I woke Prince because I became so very enthusiastic.

My fantasy could only be of his youthful, beautiful rigid cock. After I had finished and lay relaxed and close to sleep, Prince came into my room and gave me the tenderest of kisses and a lovely goodnight hug which brought soothing sleep at last. He is wonderful, my Prince.

That led to one of our sex question and answer periods, which I propose from time to time. He doesn't ask much usually. I make a point of answering everything completely honestly. Sometimes our most pointed questions come when we are in the darkroom together. I guess it is easier for him if we are in the dark. Which is fine, I understand!

We seem to have agreed that living together we must accept that both of us will be satisfying sexual needs with our own hands and we don't want to live afraid and hiding from the other. I have agreed. I'm still thinking about what exactly this will mean.

We've decided that intimacies such as masturbation will be "semi-private." Once again

I held Wumi's head in my hands as I kissed her, filling my nostrils with her spicy sweet scent. And for just a moment, we had a quiet peace. I was filled with all the desire and affection I had for this woman.

She was so sexy, so vibrant, so attractively self-confident. I knew I could be happy with this woman who had been such a dear friendfor four years, even if she was a little self-centered.

I wouldn't have minded just standing there, folding our naked bodies around each other and enjoying the simple pleasure of a kiss. But like usual, Wumi was in charge and she pulled me towards my bedroom.

The shades of my window were open, letting in the moonlight which cast the entire room in soft shadows. In this light, Wumi's clear eyes glowed a light grey, and her smile alone lit up this room.

She leaned back onto my bed and pulled me on top of her where we began to kiss slowly. So many of our encounters over the years had been rough and ready Bleep sessions. We were both terribly in a hurry and filled with lust for each other that we always ended up attacking each other in a frenzy.

But on a few occasions we simply made love. And it seemed like this was going to be one of them. Wumi hand was gently caressing my cock, and my fingers were not idle at her wet box either. Our tongues dipped and delved within each other's mouth while Wumi's other hand stroked along my spine.

I slid down her body until I came face to face with her steaming pussy. She'd shaven recently and the smooth skin glistened with her arousal. She spread her legs and hoisted her legs up into the air while my hands each gripped an asscheek. And now it was my turn to return the favor.

I strained to go slowly, softly. My tongue and my lips barely grazed against her sensitive skin, almost tickling Wumi. And I continued my gentle, agonizingly slow ministrations of orally worshipping at Wumi's altar of love. I felt like I could remain there forever, listening to her cute whimpers of pleasure.

But once Wumi started to get really turned on once again, she would have no slow worshipping going on in her temple. Wumi's whimpers turned into moans and then her hands were now on the back of MY head, pressing me deeper into her as I began to eat her out with more fervor. "Fuuuuck, Tade."

My hands circled around her ass and after inserting a finger deep into her sopping wet pussy, I pulled it out and pressed it against the tight muscle of Wumi's anus.



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“I can feel your cum in my arse,” Simbi moaned.

Minutes later, Philip and Simbi became spent. Simbi stood up, looking in satisfaction. Simbi and Suzanne let Philip be for the time being.

It was the turn of the young ladies to show passion. Simbi and Suzanne bleeped each other for a very long time. They finger-bleeped and licked each other to orgasm. They even rubbed their wet pussies together until they climaxed.

Phillip watched but he appeared tired to partake anymore. They fell asleep in one other’s arms. In the middle of the night, it was Phillip’s kiss that woke Suzanne up. As his mouth explored her lips, his hands were all over her boobs. Simbi too was wakened to be part of the action. It went on for a long time until he really became tired.

They slept off again. The three of them had breakfast together in the morning. Phillip looked absolutely exhausted and kept yawning.

“You did not get much sleep then?” Simbi teased him.

“Ah, you girls were just too much,” he replied.

By afternoon, he had totally run out of steam. He said he would see them another time.

“It was really a great time and I wish this would continue. But that would be another time,” he said wistfully.

Simbi and Suzanne had made the money they wanted to make. They bade him goodbye and left the place.

It was when they were going back that Suzanne remembered her clothes in Bashy’s place. She called his number and after a long time, he answered.

“Hello, darling, hope you’re not missing me much,” Bashy said.

Suzanne wrinkled her noise. “Ah, I’m missing you o. What about you; are you not missing me?”

“Sure, I do. Can’t wait for you to come back.”

“What about your guest? When is he leaving?”

“He says he’ll probably stay in Lagos for the whole week.”

“A whole week!” Suzanne exclaimed. “How about my clothes? How do I get some clothes?”

“You can’t get them now. What we can do is I’ll send some money for you to buy some clothes that you can wear in the meantime.”

“I also need under-wears, shoes and toiletries,” she quickly added.

“It’s alright. The money I will send will cover all of them.”

“Okay, love. Thank you for everything.”

“It’s okay. Hey, meanwhile, stay off those campus boys or any guy.”

“Of course, now. I’m for you, and for you only.”

“Alright, babe. I’ll send the money now.”

“Thanks, love.”

“God you're so hot...” Rita muttered, practically to herself, “it's on.”

She dropped down to Henrietta's boobs, and started kissing between them, planting licks on their inner-sides. Her tongue began tracing the outline of Henrietta's left breast.

She tongued underneath, where it lay on her chest, her nose pushing into the soft tit as she continued her path around its circumference.

As soon as she was back at the top, she began kissing around the same path, but closer in. Henrietta was frustrated. She didn't want this, but it felt so good. “Rita.....you know you shouldn't do this.....please Rita......”

Henrietta pleaded, her attacker not saying a word, just continuing her kisses to the underside of Henrietta's breast, then commencing gentle bites underneath it,

“OOOhhhhhhh......AHHHhhhhhh......OOHHHhhhhh”

While Henrietta moaned, her knees tried to buckle together, laying on the couch, but Rita had placed her knees on the inside of Henrietta's legs, and when she flattened herself out, she spread Henrietta's legs wide, which instinctively filled Henrietta with feelings of openness and vulnerability.

Rita's mouth made its way back to the top of the boob, then her tongue began its much shorter path around her breast—just its tip circled her small aureola, brushing up against the long nipple. “Aah! Ah! Ooooohhhhhhhh....”

Henrietta exclaimed, a wave of pleasure sweeping over her. Rita switched over to her other nipple, sucking on it with relish.

Damn I love girls, Rita thought to herself, Especially younger ones. And straight ones.

She had taken her target's mouth, and was now in the process of enjoying her tits, but she had no illusions. Both her pussy and ass were going to be a fight, but the indications that Henrietta was enjoying the attention to her boobs meant her resolve was weakening. Rita was definitely loving this conquest. She sat up and looked at Henrietta's body. It was delicious.

Henrietta looked up at Rita's imposing figure, and said very quietly, “That felt good,”

Rita interrupted with, “of course it did.”

Not stopping, Henrietta continued, “but I don't feel comfortable with more than what's happened and...”

“You weren't comfortable with me touching your breast almost an hour ago, and now you are,” Rita said, “I'm comfortable with sucking on your tits some more, so let's do that, before I get to your pussy.”

Her hands went down to Henrietta's body, and grabbed her right boob, squeezing it so the nipple was popping out invitingly, then she lowered her head down to the girl's chest and started sucking away on it.

Suck, suck, suck, suck...*pop* (nipple leaving mouth)...lick, lick, liiickkk, slurp...mmph (nipple going back in) suck, suck, suck, suck

Her hands were gently squeezing and massaging Henrietta's boob as the sucking continued.