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I could not sleep! Images of Beki, my 18-year-old teenage neighbour filled my head. Beki with her lips wrapped around my stiff prick. Her pushing her wonderful tits together and allowing me to slide my knob between them. Me pounding into her with a passion I hadn’t known I was capable of. Me lapping at her moist sex as she held onto my head and moaned loudly. “Lick me, daddy! So good!”. Why would an 18-year-old even look at an old man like me? OK I was still in my early 50s so didn’t like to think of myself as old, but I’m sure for someone Beki’s age this was ancient!I would later discover that Beki and her mum had a little bet going on. After I was embarrassed at Beki’s revealing clothes at the start of the week, Beki’s mum, Julie, had jokingly said to Beki that I would resist her charms despite Beki’s claim that she could get any man she wanted. Beki loved the power she had over men (and sometimes women) and told her mum that with a bit of help she could have me in bed by the end of the week. Beki loved the thrill of the chase with men of all ages, and after getting me to reveal some of my secret porn viewing once she had succeeded in bedding me, she was looking forward to leading me on a journey of depravity and discovery.For my part, I couldn’t believe how easily I had succumbed to temptation with Beki and, in my eyes at least, betrayed her mum’s trust. I could make excuses that she had come on to me, but I was old enough to be her father or even (though I hated to admit it) at 54 years old her grandfather at a push. I needed to be strong. I determined bonus veren siteler that this would be something I never repeated, even if the night and then following morning was etched in my memory. Even if part of me wanted nothing more than to experience again the thrill of the feel of her warm cunt around my hard cock. For the umpteenth time, my hand slipped to my penis as images of my gorgeous teenage neighbour ran through my head.My fantasy was interrupted by a ping of a message on my phone from an unknown number.“Hi lover, I’m still horny. What about you?”“Who is this?” I asked, although I already knew really. Maybe it was one of these adult sex contact sites I had signed up for in moments of weakness. I knew they were mainly a scam to get money for you to talk to people who half the time were not real, and that even if I was able to connect with a real person, I would probably never have the balls to actually meet someone. Still, it was a nice fantasy in my sex starved brain to have no strings fun. I didn’t think I’d ever given my mobile number, and usually came to my senses and deleted accounts and profiles before I wasted too much money. Maybe I had been careless though….“Do you have many sexy teenagers texting you in the middle of the night?” Asked Beki with a winky face.“How did you get this number?”“Mum of course” she replied, “You rang her remember?”“Anyway, you never answered my question. Are you feeling horny?”“Beki, I don’t think this is appropriate!”“That didn’t stop you fucking me last night, did it?”“We bedava bahis shouldn’t have done that! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take advantage of you!”“I loved it! Did you not enjoy it?”“Say no, say no, say no” said a small voice in the back of my brain.“yes” I replied after a long pause as I battled with telling the truth and resisting her.“I’m so wet for you. Is you cock nice and hard thinking about me?”“Beki, I don’t think …..” I was not even halfway through replying when another message arrived.“Do you want to see my pussy?”A photo message popped up showing Beki flat on her back with her hand pulling open the lips of her sex and two of her fingers dipping into her hole.“Your turn!” she texted me after a couple of minutes.This was so wrong, I knew I should put an end to this. Somehow though I found myself taking a selfie with my hand wrapped around my stiff prick.My inner voice was going wild as my hand hovered over the reply button. What was I doing?!“photo message sent.”“I love the feel of your lips on mine, you kissing my neck then you taking one of my tits in your mouth. Is your prick throbbing? Are you stroking yourself for me, daddy?”“Beki, you really need to stop!” I typed, although my heart was not in it.“Then you start kissing down lower… and lower… and lower till your mouth is down there, at my sex. My wet pussy, dripping for you. Do you want to taste it? I bet you do. You want to stick out your tongue and lick up and down my crack, the slowly push your tongue in and out of my moist hole as you lap at my tight deneme bonus teenage cunt. Maybe you move your mouth and nibble lightly on my clit, making me moan in pleasure before you push your fingers into my secret place. I’m so wet for you baby.”I was stroking my hard cock rapidly, lost in the world Beki was creating. This was so wrong, but I was caught up in Beki’s fantasies. God, I was going to cum.“Stop,” came a text halting me as I was about to go over the edge. “I want you to call me.”A message appeared in my Facebook messenger feed. Beki had sent me a friend request. In a trance, I accepted, even though part of me knew I was getting deeper and deeper under this blonde bombshell’s spell.“Let’s have a video chat!” came the message.This was a step too far. In truth, I’d already crossed the line, in fact as they say the line was a dot to me in my rear-view mirror. However, I couldn’t call her up.“Or shall I go and show the video from last night to mum?” Beki texted. “Last night was a bit dark, but the ones from this morning turned out really well. I particularly like the shots where you are eating me out and you can clearly see your head buried in my pussy.”“Why are you doing this, Beki?” I asked in confusion.“Because I can! Now, you going to call or not?” I didn’t realise at the time that Beki’s mum knew what a slut her stepdaughter was and in fact had already seen the video and paid up on their bet. I didn’t know until much later that not only did she know, but that Beki had already corrupted her mum and brother to into some incestuous sex.  Beki knew this was something I read about and explored in my dark fantasies so she could have fun with this later. For me at this point, I had to hide everything that had happened, even though I knew that by engaging with her I was opening the door to who knows what.

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