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Volume 3: Climax week hits its thunderous conclusion

Friday

Getting ready for work Friday morning, I had to plan and also get ready for my visit with Jessica's aunt Daniella right after work. Friday being casual day at the office, I went with a comfortable pair of jeans and a collared golf shirt. Because I was already having horny thoughts about Daniella and her big breasts ravishing me, I decided to go commando.

It wasn't something I did often because of much warranted worries of catching something important in the zipper. But I thought, what the fuck, less for Daniella to have to rip off of me later.

At work, Amanda was gone for the day so I had to work with Stephanie to get a report done before lunch. Right after lunch, Diane and I would take that report upstairs and present it to the higher-ups.

Sitting really close to Stephanie as we worked seemed very natural and we were hammering out the work pretty steadily. She looked gorgeous as usual in a grey and pink chevron sweater that clung tightly to her body. It did very well accentuating the small, but fitting, features of her body. She wore her normal high pony tail and smelled of something luring and fantastic.

"You smell really good," Stephanie said without looking at me.

"Well, thank you," I said with a smile. "I showered this morning."

Stephanie laughed and said, "Thank God for that. God know who you would have come in smelling like."

I turned to her a smiled. "I'm an angel."

"NO!" she replied suddenly turning towards me. "You, Boss, are a dangerous little devil."

Suddenly I felt her right hand fall onto my upper thigh. With continuous thoughts of Daniella, and Aunt Janet, and Diane, and the fact that my balls and cock were hanging free, my resting cock held a little more blood than normal. Because of this, Stephanie got to feel more than she bargained for.

Startled with a jolt, Stephanie looked down at where her hand was placed. She pushed downward a little more and brought her hand together slightly. "You're not little at all. You are a big devil."

I ran the risk of growing even more in her hand if I didn't move and get out of this situation.

"I think we've got far enough along here," I said standing up. I bent over her and whispered softly into her ear. "I don't want to give you more than you can handle."

As I turned and walked towards my office Stephanie said, "I'll let you know how much that is."

I smiled shaking my head. "I need that report to Diane before you go to lunch."

Drew came into my office just before lunch to ask if we were still on for Sunday night.

"Yes!" I said almost shouting. The early stages of my plan were being worked out in my head. I had also remembered the steaks that I had picked up for Janet and Nikki that had gone uneaten. I'd grill them in the backyard along with whatever else.

Then I thought about Jessica and Drew and what she would think about my plan. I assumed she'd figure it out sooner rather than later. It was Drew that was going to be the most surprised. But I figured since he'd already seen Jess in a real life porn film, I might as well kick it up a level.

A vision of Jessica taking Drew's nine inch pole got my cock to stir and being to harden against the rough material of my jeans. The look on Jessica's face with that kind of meat in front of her would be priceless. What she would actually do when presented that situation is what drove my hardness.

I couldn't wait for Sunday.

I sat and had lunch with Diane in the small deli that was on the bottom floor of our building. So over lunch we went over our afternoon meeting. Having scheduled our meeting in advance, Diane wore a mauve colored lace yoke top and a dark pair of tight fitting jeans. Though her top was loose fitting every else, it hugged her breasts tightly. Her long auburn hair had curls in it today, done up in a full body sort of way.

I ate and listened to her and watched as passing guys, and even some girls, glanced or outright stared at the beauty sitting next to me. In her early 40's, Diane had aged flawlessly so far. I imagined she'd look the very same when she was in her 50's.

I suddenly glanced over at her covered breasts. Since everyone else was already, I might as well too. I always joked with Stephanie that Dye didn't have double D's, but I began to wonder how close to that she was. They were full, that was for sure, and she obviously didn't wear cheap bras. I guessed that Victoria Secret or some other high end bra was always supporting those mounds.

"You too!?" Diane said sharply, breaking my attention.

"What?" I asked stupidly.

"Men are all the same."

"No, we are not," I said with a smile as I accentuated each word.

Diane reached over and suddenly her hand was on my lap. "Yep, just as I suspected; you're looking at my breasts and you're hard. That's a typical male."

Finishing my sandwich, we got up to leave Paşabahçe Escort to head upstairs. "I wasn't even a quarter hard back there. Just so you know."

Diane turned to me and dramatically proclaimed, "Ah yes, as Stephanie was telling Amanda from the bathroom, you're fucking huge!"

Rarely did Dye swear, and to use the top of the pyramid words, it meant a lot. Thinking about Stephanie running off to the bathroom to tell Amanda what she had felt definitely stroked my male ego.

Riding up to the top floors with Diane, I turned to her and said, "Didn't Jessica ever tell you how big I was?"

"Oh please," Diane said with pessimistic look. "Believe me when I say women do not go around and brag to other women about what they're riding. If a cock is misshapen or in some way dissimilar to all the other cocks of the world, then sure. Other than that, it's a male fantasy right next to pillow fights in lace pajamas."

We went into the conference room and sat down in our marked seats on the right side, pretty close to the middle. With our report submitted and analyzed by someone with a higher paying job than me, I sat back to watch the presentation.

One of the junior partners asked for the lights to be turned off as she got a projector ready. Getting ready to get comfortably bored, I sat back with enough attention on my face to trick anyone that looked my way.

About a quarter of the way through, the presentation lost my attention. My eyes remained focused on the screen while on the inside I tried to keep them open. The presenter briefly touched on what my particular report said, using it as reference something else, my part was pretty much over.

When I felt Diane's hand creep up my pants leg, I knew she had lost focus too. At first her hand froze at my middle thigh but began to rub back and forth so thereafter. When her hand wandered further north, she met the mound that was my growing cock.

Diane leaned towards me and whispered, "Stephanie said it was hanging to the left earlier. What happened?"

Appearing to respond to my assistants question about the presentation, I whispered back into her ear. "It's like a compass, always points towards the hot ones."

I went back into my chair and enjoyed getting felt up. Dye had abandoned my thigh and was strictly focusing on my hardening wood. Only when I started to grow did she come back to my upper inside thigh.

She leaned back in. "How hard can I get you?"

I looked around the table wondering if anyone could see what was going on underneath the table. When I was confident that no attention was being paid to us, I relaxed and nonchalantly slid closer. Diane rubbed the entire length while occasionally grabbing hold of my meat. I could tell she was trying to gauge for herself, how much I could really give her.

"You'd better hope this meeting is going to last awhile. I'm gonna have a big problem if it ends soon," I whispered.

"You're not lying," Diane said looking directly into my eyes. It was the second time I'd seen such a look of lust firing from her emeralds. The first time was one thing, this time the urgency was there like she was about to take me into a closet and have her way with me. Which wouldn't be so bad, right?

I pawed desperately at her breasts as I felt myself begin to leak pre-cum. Jesus Christ; I was going to cum in my fucking pants and have a God damn mess.

Luckily and unluckily in any case, the lights were suddenly asked to be turned back on and the meeting was adjourned. If anyone gave me a quiz as to what was actually said, I would have failed miserably. Instead, Diane and I quickly filtered along with everyone else to the elevators.

We stood behind twenty or so people with thoughts of being packed in an elevator car like sardines with my hard on did not appeal to me. I glanced to my left and saw the sign for the stairs. Without thinking, I grabbed Diane's hand and pulled her along.

I didn't give her a chance to protest, but after two flights of stairs she pulled back while we were on a landing. "I can't take the stairs like this in these heals."

With my back towards her, I spun around with lightening speed to face her. Confident that no one else was going to be on the stairs, I went to her with such speed that it made her take a half a step backwards. My arms slung around her body so she couldn't move further away, as her eyes froze into mine.

Without word, my lips pressed against hers with more force than I had intended. But Diane quickly matched my fury, returning the kiss with deep passion. I pulled her waist tighter to mine so she could feel my still present hardness.

My hands slid up her sides until I felt the bottom underwire of her bra. With her arms wrapped around my neck, we kept at it like a couple of feverish kids. My hands moved further north until I felt her side boob.

I tried breaking off the kiss once but Diane pulled me towards her so I couldn't. I finally had Escort Paşabahçe to grip her arms and almost push her away.

"We can't go any further," I said with a frog in my throat. We both knew I didn't really mean it.

"Not here," Diane said trying to straighten herself up. "God you're a good kisser."

"Can you mention that to Steph please?"

I stepped back just enough to evade Dye's right fist that was meant for my face. I took the blow on the shoulder, and let me tell you, it hurt like hell.

"You little shit," she growled.

"You know that's not true," I said as I bounced down the stairs, not waiting up for her. I laughed the entire way.

"MEN!"

I'd have to tell Jessica about Dye and I's kiss. And the rubbing, I supposed. But now it was off her aunt Daniella's for an early evening roll.

I said goodnight to Diane with an air kiss that she could only see. She gave me the finger for everyone to see.

I drove to Daniella and her husband Jason's house with soft wood. It wasn't going to take much to prop me up, as I was sure Dani was an expert at.

As she was expecting me, Daniella met me at her front door before I could knock.

"Hello, stud. Are you ready for the best sex of your life?" she purred. Daniella had short cropped blonde hair, had the same body structure as Jessica but shared the same ass as her sister Janet. I didn't know what Daniella had for original equipment, but I easily assumed that any weight she put on when straight to her butt. Because of that, she had gotten fake breasts to complete the package.

She was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a deep "U" shaped neckline. Her perfect silicone tits were on full display. I tried not to drool. Down below, she wore a tight pair of tan short shorts. When she told me to follow her in, she spun on her heels and sauced her wiggle as I watched.

She led me into the living room which was nicely decorated with a giant TV mounted to the wall. "Take a seat here. I'll get us something to drink."

Daniella came back a few minutes later with two glasses of lemonade. "You're not nervous at all, are you?" When she handed me my glass she bent over further than she had to really. My eyes went straight for her mountainous valley.

"Why would I be nervous for?" I asked.

"Well," she said taking a sip before taking a seat close to me. She tucked her legs underneath her and looked at me. The family blood lines produced Daniella's beautiful face, which was very similar to Nikki's. I'd imagined if the two beauties were walking together, some lucky bastard would wrongly believe that they were mother/daughter. "Cheating on Jessica can't be easy. And then with her aunt too?"

I shrugged my shoulders and tried playing it off like it truly was my first time having sex with someone other than my girlfriend. I made a move towards Dani to show her just how cool I was with the situation. When she met me, we kissed softly.

"That was nice," she smiled gently. I went in again, with intentions of coming back with an article of her clothing this time. I reached down and started pulling at her tight white shirt.

"Umm, uh uh, not yet," she purred, pushing my hands away from her shirt. "I'm the boss."

Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?

"I'll do it for you," Daniella smiled. "I need you to watch me."

Suddenly music rained down on us from the ceiling. I didn't recognize it, but it was a soft rock song. Daniella jumped off the couch and stood in front of me about two feet. She started shaking her hips, swaying side to side as she tossed her hair.

Apparently along with being a swinger, she also strove to be a stripper. Who was I to complain?

She leaned over in front of me until her hands rested on my knees, giving me an eye full of cleavage. Back in the day I guessed they were 34DD's, I thought about confirming that a little later.

Daniella shook her tits for me before she spun in a circle and stuck out her thick little ass at me. I thought about smacking it but suddenly thought better of it. You can't touch the strippers, I thought, half excepting her husband to come out and tackle me if I went against his wife's rules.

With her back towards me, she began removing her top. She tossed it over her shoulder at me with a school girl giggle, still not turning back so I could see her bra covered breasts. Instead she reached up behind her and started undoing the clasp.

"Can I see them covered first?" I asked huskily.

"Of course," she smiled sweetly. "You are the customer."

Her white open cup bra strained against its captives. The tanned flesh spilled out perfectly. I imagined her nipples and areolas just below what I could already see.

She shook them again, the gelatin barely allowed them to sway naturally. Daniella quickly had the bra loose and the straps falling off her shoulders. She held it tightly against her breasts, hugging herself in fake desperation Paşabahçe Escort Bayan before her mounds were on display.

"Do you want to see them?" she asked with a glimmer in her eye.

"Yes," I coolly panted. I could feel my erection begin to grow. I went to adjust myself but was quickly turned away.

"Do not touch that," she commanded. "Today that belongs to me."

She let her bra fall into her left hand. Her chest held in place, like no bra was actually required. She had small deep red areolas and matching tiny nipples. Her breasts looked firm and inviting. I quickly wondered what they felt like.

"Do you like them?"

I nodded my head. Of course I did.

"Do you want to feel them?"

I tried to be cool when I nodded my answer.

"Go ahead," Daniella said as she took two steps closer to me.

My arms reached out and up as I cupped my first fake breasts. I squeezed them softly, realizing they didn't feel all that different from real ones. Maybe a little firmer, unnaturally so, but I wasn't complaining. I pinched the nipples and was rewarded with a little squeal. I moved in to suck on one but was pushed back.

"Not yet, lover," she said before she tossed her bra at me.

Here was my chance. 34E the tag said.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"I'd like them more in my mouth."

She waggled a finger at me. "Not yet." She dramatically undid her shorts button and pulled them apart so the zipper went down. Daniella did a half turn away from me as she started pulling them down. I got a great profile view of her ass before she spun some more. A white g-string parted her round ass cheeks. She stopped to give me time to admire her.

Then she moved back in front of me. She pulled down her g-string as she bent at the waist. Her huge melons hung and swayed for me to admire. She chewed on her bottom lip while watching me watch her. I was fairly confident that this kind of foreplay was important to her. She needed to be longed for and admired before she could get warmed up.

If she saw my cock she'd know my true feelings.

Daniella stood with her hands on her hips completely naked in front of me. A perfectly manicured triangular patch of brownish blonde hair sat atop her pussy. Slightly puffier than normal pussy lips called out to me.

"Stand up," she demanded.

I figured it was touching time, so I went towards her with those goals. When she stopped me with an outstretched arm, I grew frustrated.

"I got to see what I have to work with," she said with a smirk.

"You've seen it before," I responded.

She pulled at my golf polo and yanked it above my head. She stood back and admired my torso with a slight whistle. "Yes, but is it still as big as I remember?"

I looked down at the same time she did to see the pitched tent.

"Does he want to come out and play with me?" she said with a sexy smile. Her fingers nimbly worked my jean button and zipper before she pulled the two sides apart. "No underwear?"

I shrugged.

"And you're shaved?" she asked with a slight hint of sadness. She began pulling my jeans down. When she saw the small patch of dark hair above my shaft, she let out a small sigh of relief. "There some is. It's gorgeously done."

She only had to go a little bit further before my semi-erect cock flopped out. "Jesus, what a monster. I think it's bigger than I remember."

Daniella fell to her knees in front of me. She hadn't actually touched my cock yet but was only inches away from it, looking at it like she was checking it for flaws.

"It's perfect," she said while she removed my pants completely. Then she started rubbing her face against my dick. Normally I'd say she was rubbing my cock against her face, but she was literally doing the opposite. Without using her hands, she rubbed her nose, mouth and the rest of her face against my growing cock. I thought I was going to poke her in the eye when I bounced against her nose.

"It's my new favorite toy," Daniella purred.

I wasn't sure if she was talking about me or my dick.

"You may sit on the sofa," she instructed.

I took the four steps backwards and sat down before I watched Daniella crawl up to me on all fours. Her breasts hung and each ass cheek jiggled as they moved.

And then I thought she was going to blow me. It looked that way anyways, like she was going to swallow my girth and start giving me a blow job. Boy was I wrong.

Instead she took my balls into her mouth and pulled at them like puppy playing tug of war. She gave them a vicious pull before releasing. Then she lifted up my sack and placed her tongue against the backside. I felt her tongue awfully close to my asshole and I shuttered. But then she went around the curve and came up the backside of my shaft. She kept climbing until she reached the pinnacle and then she fell onto my cockhead. She kept solid eye contact as she bobbed ever so slightly.

And then I felt both of her hands racing up my legs and thighs before the convened together around the base of my shaft. She used them both like she was in pottery class, rubbing and pushing and squeezing my meat. She stroked my cock as she blew me. I threw my head back and sighed as she used her tongue to flick against my mushroom head.