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Léa, suite à un quiproquo devient la petite amie d’Amadou. En conséquent, ce dernier se rend chez les parents de sa nouvelle conquête pour se présenter. Mais, ceux-ci font preuve de peu d’enthousiasme à ce qu’un noir fréquente leur fille, ils parviennent cependant à un accord. Que Léa devienne membre de la tribu de la « Lancenoir » et Amadou acceptera de la laisser à un autre. Mais pour devenir membre de cette tribu certains rituels sont exigés, le premier est que la famille de la jeune fille assiste à l’accouplement des deux jeunes tourtereaux, et voilà qu’Amadou porte Léa jusqu’au lit parental…

Après s’être débarrassé de son « fardeau » sur le lit, Amadou regarda autour de lui. La chambre était on ne peut plus sobre : un grand lit avec des couvertures à motifs géométriques, une armoire et une bibliothèque Ikea, d’épais rideaux aux fenêtres, rien ne transpirait un quelconque érotisme, on ne devait se coucher dans cette chambre que pour dormir.

« Alors c’est là que vous faites vos saloperies? Pas très bandant… Pourtant, je suis que Madame est une grande amatrice de cochonneries. Où vous planquez vos sex-toys?

— Je n’ai pas de gadget!

— Alors je suis sûr que Monsieur doit être fort occupé pour combler une cochonne comme vous.

— Je ne suis pas…

— Oui, oui, je sais… Vous êtes du genre bien propre sur vous, mais dans votre petite caboche alors là, vous êtes une grosse perverse. Et je suis sûr que votre fille est pareille, on peut la croire toute pure, mais elle a plein d’immondices dans sa tête. C’est pas vrai? »

Mais la fille était surtout affolé à l’idée que ses parents puissent la voir en train de se faire posséder charnellement par Amadou, aussi tenta-t-elle timidement de le dissuader :

« Amadou, on peut pas faire ça devant mes parents…

— Tais-toi et retire ta jupe. »

Léa hésita, mais finit par obéir. Elle fit lentement glisser sa jupe sur ses jambes, pas par lubricité, mais parce qu’elle ne voulait pas quitter ce dernier morceau de tissu qui la protégeait. Sa toison pelvienne apparaissant à son grand désespoir à mesure qu’elle se débarrassait de sa jupe, elle n’avait rien en dessous et elle laissait voir son minou à ses géniteurs et à son amant. La pauvre à demi nue avait devant elle un colosse grimaçant et juste derrière lui, ses parents inquiets.

« Amadou, je t’en prie…

— Toi, ferme ta gueule. Combien de fois il va falloir que je te le dise! Et écarte les jambes plutôt que de geindre! »

Léa obéit sans plus rien à dire. À quoi bon… à chaque mot qu’elle sortait, elle se faisait rembarrer par Amadou, et ses parents étaient tellement gênés de la situation qu’ils n’osaient rien dire. Elle s’allongea donc sur le dos, évitant de regarder son père et sa mère, et elle ouvrit les jambes pour montrer sa fente.

« Qu’est-ce que vous pensez de sa boîte à jus? demanda Amadou. Approchez-vous! Ça doit faire un bail que vous ne l’avez pas vu. Maintenant elle est pleine de poils, enfin heureusement pas trop ; elle se rase la foufoune comme une vraie salope, hein? Toujours prête à se faire saillir par une grosse queue noire. Allons, avancez-vous! Vous ne voyez rien d’ici. »

Les parents toujours serrés l’un contre l’autre, pour se donner courage, obéirent. Ils virent leur fille vêtue d’une simple chemisette, les jambes ouvertes en position pour se faire pénétrer.

« Alors, redemanda Amadou. Qu’est-ce que vous en pensez? »

Les parents gardaient le silence, bien trop embarrassés pour dire quoi que ce soit. Amadou se pencha sur Léa et lui effleura le clitoris, passa ensuite son doigt sur sa fente avant de la porter à son nez. Puis il présenta son doigt sous le nez de Jean.

« Elle est bien mouillée, non?

— C’est… Vraiment…

— Alors qu’est-ce que vous en pensez? »

Jean, dut prendre sur lui, il voulait en finir en vitesse, il dit la première chose qui lui venait à l’esprit :

« Elle est jolie?

— Tu entends ça, Léa? Ton père trouve que tu as un minou qui lui donne la trique. Comme c’est mignon… Vous autres, les blancs, vous êtes quand même une sacrée bande de pervers, des homos ou des pères qui veulent se taper leur fille. Que des vicieux. Et vous, Madame, vous ne devez pas être en reste. Une MILF comme vous, vous devez aller voir ailleurs, je suis sûr. Les petits jeunes que votre fille amène à la maison, vous goûter leur sucre d’orge quand personne ne regarde, non?

— Certainement pas!

— À d’autres! Avec votre tailleur sexy, vous pourriez aussi bien avoir “pute” écrit sur le front. Vous ne me ferez pas croire que vous ne vous retrouvez pas sous le bureau de votre patron en train de lui astiquer le manche… Mais revenons au berlingot de votre fille, vous le trouvez mouillé vous?

— Euh oui…

— Forcément, rien que d’imaginer ma bite, elle est en chaleur, mais elle pourrait l’être nettement plus, non? Madame quand vous vous apprêtez à vous faire mettre, vous mouiller comme une huître juteuse? J’imagine que vous ateşli gaziantep escort avez les lèvres gonflées, vous vous pâmez comme une salope… Et là, vous avez l’impression que votre fille se pâme?

— Non.

— Alors qu’est-ce qu’elle doit faire?

— …

— Allons, vous avez quelques années d’expérience de plus qu’elle donc vous êtes une bien plus grosse salope, c’est évident. Vous pouvez lui donner des conseils. Que doit-elle faire pour être bien chaude avant que je lui enfonce mon manche?

— Mais! Mon Dieu! Vous êtes vraiment immonde…

— Restez poli, je vous prie! Et concentrez-vous, elle doit se br…? proposa Amadou… Se bran… allons, essayez de deviner.

— Se branler, gémit le père.

— Ah! Voilà, tu entends ton papa, Léa? Quand je t’annonce que tu vas te faire baiser, tu dois te masturber jusqu’à ce que tu sois humide comme une fontaine. Et comment doit-elle faire ça, Madame?

— Moi… mais… il faut… les doigts… vous savez bien!

— Eh bien, tu as entendu ton papa et ta maman, Léa? Alors qu’est-ce que tu attends? »

Et Léa, devant les commandes données par sa famille, commença à introduire quelques doigts dans sa fente baveuse. Amadou regarda cette fille de bonne famille se masturber quelques minutes devant les yeux éberlués de ses parents. Puis, lorsqu’elle commença à vraiment prendre du plaisir, il l’interrompit :

« Maintenant, retire-moi mon froc! »

Aussitôt Léa cessa ses activités un peu trop impudiques et referma immédiatement ses jambes. Elle allait s’occuper du jean d’Amadou mais celui-ci lui ordonna d’y mettre les formes :

« À quatre pattes, salope! lève bien le cul, montre-le à tes parents! »

Léa hésita, Amadou lui demanda donc

« Tu sais pourquoi je veux te voir à quatre pattes?

— Non.

— Tu me causes comme à un chien ou quoi? Si tu me parles, tu me sers du “Monsieur”.

— Non, Monsieur, je sais pas.

— Ta salope de mère doit savoir. »

Cette dernière ne s’offusquant même plus des insultes… Elle aurait tout de même préféré rester bouche close, mais sous le regard imposant d’Amadou elle se sentit obligée de lui donner satisfaction en répondant :

« C’est plus sexy.

— Voilà, on voit la bonne pute qui connait son affaire… Oui tu montres à ton maître que tu es une chienne, une trainée bonne à baiser. Une femelle comme toi n’a pas besoin de savoir marcher sur deux jambes. Elle doit juste savoir comment dresser son cul en l’air!

— En France les femmes sont libres, se formalisa Jean.

— Je ne dis pas le contraire. Elles sont libres de choisir par quelles queues elles veulent se faire mettre. Mais à la fin elles se font toujours baiser par une queue de noir… Pas vrai gros cul, » dit-il en fichant une claque sur le cul de Léa.

Celle-ci ayant fini de présenter son cul, se retourna, toujours à quatre pattes sur le lit, la tête au niveau de l’entrejambe du grand noir et défit l’épaisse ceinture en cuir avec un gros ceinturon.

« Donne la ceinture à ton père. Il pourra l’utiliser sur ton cul si tu ne te montres pas assez bonne baiseuse. »

Et avant que Jean puisse refuser, il ajouta :

« Si vous ne vous montrez pas assez juste et sévère quant aux talents de votre fille au lit, c’est moi qui la fouetterais et j’ai bien plus de force que vous. »

Léa à moitié nue offrit donc la ceinture à son père. Puis elle enleva le jean d’Amadou, et fit descendre son slip. Les parents glapirent de surprise devant l’énormité de ce qui se présentait à leurs yeux

« Qu’est-ce que! »

Et la mère : « Mon Dieu! C’est impossible! »

Et le père : « C’est donc ça la lance noire… »

« Eh oui! Et elle n’est pas encore tout à fait bandée! Léa, fais-moi une branlette espagnole pour faire durcir tout ça, montre à tes parents le morceau de choix avec lequel tu vas te faire mettre.

— Une quoi? demanda Léa

— Mais cette femelle ne sait rien! Qu’est-ce que vous lui avez appris toutes ces années? Madame, expliquez-lui!

— Euh… Une branlette espagnole c’est quand tu mets le pénis du monsieur entre tes seins et que tu lui branles le sexe comme ça.

— Vraiment comment peut-elle ignorer ça?! Surtout avec les gènes de vache qui courent dans la famille. Madame est plantureuse comme une actrice de porno, et votre cadette, Mamamia! Ce n’est pas des seins qu’elle a, c’est des pastèques!

Léa retira sa chemisette, exposant ses seins qui, pour être les plus petits de la famille, n’en faisaient pas moins la taille de grosses mangues, et elle tenta de faire glisser le long tuyau noir en train de durcir entre ses seins. Les émotions se mélangeaient. Léa était honteuse du spectacle qu’elle offrait, tout en se souvenant avec délectation du plaisir qu’elle avait éprouvé quand cette bite de cheval l’avait possédée. Hélène et Jean étaient époustouflés par cette bite, suffisamment pour oublier un instant qu’elle faisait des va-et-vient entre les seins de leur fille.

Amadou bakımlı gaziantep escort sentait avec plaisir la jeune fille serrer ses seins autour de sa bite. Avoir une gonzesse qui utilisait ses grosses loches pour lui donner du plaisir était toujours un incomparable bonheur. Une femme ne sait pas bien branler une queue avec ses mains, le rythme ne va pas, la queue est trop serrée, ou elle fait des mouvements trop violents, alors qu’entre ses seins… On profite de la douceur de leurs rondeurs graisseuses, et on y lézarde avec la satisfaction de se savoir notre membre aussi bien entouré. Aussi Amadou fut-il assez mécontent quand il sentit le mouvement progressivement ralentir jusqu’à cesser tout à fait : Léa avait pris peur. Devant la bite qui lui arrivait maintenant devant le visage, elle était comme hypnotiser par le gland qui trônait entre ses deux yeux.

Amadou avisa le père de l’inefficience coupable de sa fille bien aimée :

« Qu’est-ce que vous attendez! Vous voyez bien qu’elle a arrêté de me branler, fouettez là! Ou faut-il que je le fasse à votre place? »

Le père n’eut pas le choix ; il se rappelait la menace d’Amadou, soit il infligeait lui-même le fouet à sa fille, soit Amadou s’occupait de la châtier avec toute la puissance de ses muscles. Bien à contrecœur, et même bouleversé de devoir lui infliger ce châtiment, il se mit à exécuter l’ordre terrible. Il leva la ceinture et la fit chuter sur le corps nu de Léa.

« Ahhhh!! »

Même avec toute la mollesse que son père y avait mise, Léa sentit la lanière en cuir lui frapper le dos, lui causant un brutal rappel à la réalité. Quelque dix secondes plus tard, elle sentit un second coup lui arriver dessus. Cette fois un peu plus fort et laissant une marque visible pour quelques jours. Léa regarda derrière elle avec des yeux de chiens battus, elle put observer son père brandissant la ceinture en l’air prêt à la cravacher. Elle se sentait malheureuse, son père ne l’avait jamais frappé. Pas une seule fois ses parents ne lui avait infligé une claque ou une simple fessée, au pire on l’avait privée de dessert, et voilà qu’à son âge elle se faisait marquer à la ceinture. Et pas parce qu’elle avait eu un zéro en cours, ou s’était montrée insolente, mais parce qu’elle n’était pas capable de branler correctement un noir…

Elle serra ses seins bien fort autour du sexe d’Amadou et recommença à frotter ses nichons de bas en haut contre le gros manche. Il était passé de la taille d’un gros joystick, à celui d’une batte de base-ball. Et rien ne semblait indiquer que sa croissance était terminée.

« Mon Dieu, on dirait un cheval, susurra Hélène. C’est plus qu’humain… »

Jean eut un frisson en entendant sa femme s’exprimer ainsi. Il savait parfaitement identifier l’état d’esprit de sa femme au timbre de sa voix, et il reconnaissait le ton : elle ne faisait pas que constater, elle était excitée.

« C’est tellement énorme… » ne pouvait-elle s’empêcher de commenter.

Amadou jeta un œil sur la mère de famille. Lui aussi entendait dans sa voix le son d’une chatte en chaleur, et d’ailleurs sans même s’en rendre compte, la maman avait inconsciemment posé une main sur son sein qu’elle caressait. Amadou était flatté que le spectacle de sa bite dans toute sa gloire fît un tel effet. Mais il était temps de passer aux choses sérieuses, il s’adressa donc à sa proie :

« Aller sur le dos, les pattes écartées, femelle. »

Léa obéit. Elle commençait à avoir le tournis avec cette bite qui lui passait entre les deux yeux. Elle se demandait jusqu’où elle pouvait monter. Elle reposa son dos contre le matelas et les draps de ses parents, et ouvrit les cuisses devant son amant.

« C’est écarté ça?! Je ne veux pas être gênée par tes mollets quand je te baise! Madame, Monsieur, tenez les jambes de votre fille. Ma bite est large et il lui faut une bonne ouverture. »

Jean et Hélène se regardèrent embarrassés… Certes ils voulaient être le moins actif possible dans la copulation de leur fille, mais ils voyaient la bite monstrueuse et se devaient d’agir pour éviter que leur ange chéri ne soit sauvagement labouré. Peut-être pouvaient-ils faire en sorte que la pénétration se déroule sans heurts. Ils prirent l’un le pied droit, l’autre le pied gauche, lui écartant amplement les jambes pour que la cramouille de leur fille soit facilement accessible au gourdin noir. Une fois ses ordres suivis, Amadou avait devant lui une chatte bien ouverte à défoncer, et dégoulinante. Léa devant le spectacle de cette énorme tige turgescente avait réagi comme un animal : instinctivement. Sans se soucier de la présence de ses parents, elle mouillait comme un jour de pluie.

Amadou entra lentement dans la fente juteuse, enfonçant d’abord son mandrin à mi-longueur. Ce fut assez pour que Léa crut qu’on lui ouvrait le ventre. Amadou retrouvant un habitat bien plaisant pour sa queue commença à s’occuper à prendre son pied. Il ne tint plus compte des cris de bayan escort la femelle et commença à exercer des va-et-vient puissants.

Madame tenant un des pieds de sa fille, sentit le choc quand l’anaconda s’enfonça dans le minou de sa fille. Et elle ne fit pas que sentir, elle entendit Léa hurler comme si elle était seule au monde! Incapable de se contenir, la mouille inondait le lit. Madame elle-même fut prise de jalousie. Elle avait presque quarante-cinq ans, elle était belle et n’avait jamais connu une jouissance telle que le manifestait sa fille. Elle voyait le chibre marbré pilonner la chatte de fille avec une force, une vitesse qui avait de quoi la faire défaillir. En observant cet accouplement bestial, elle oublia qu’elle était mère, oublia l’inconvenance de voir sa fille se faire défoncer, elle se mordait les lèvres de désir quand…

« Un préservatif! Il faut un préservatif! » cria son mari.

Amadou se retourna vers lui et se mit à rire comme un forcené.

« Une capote?! Mais mon vieux, tu en as de bonnes toi! Les capotes pour des bites à ma taille ça n’existe pas! Où il faut en commander sur des sites spécialisés! Mais ne t’inquiète pas. Je ne baise que des femelles saines. C’est pas avec moi qu’elle va tomber malade…

— Mais si elle tombe enceinte?

— Et bien, son gosse aura une grosse bite, je peux te l’assurer. »

Et, disant cela, il lui en remit un coup de mandrin.

« Mais ce serait un enfant noir… C’est hors de question!

— Bon… si tu tiens tant à ce qu’elle ne se retrouve pas en cloque, on peut arranger quelque chose. Et puis tu as peut-être raison, je veux pas avoir un chiard d’une gonzesse qui n’est pas encore de la tribu. D’autant qu’avec le sperme que je décharge, il faudrait un miracle pour qu’elle ne se retrouve pas avec un petit nègre dans le tiroir-caisse.

— Tu as entendu? Amadou veut bien arrêter de te faire l’amour, mon chou, » affirma sa mère qui trouvait injuste que sa fille ait le droit de connaître un plaisir aussi intense.

Léa était loin d’être aussi contente que sa jalouse de mère. Elle était à deux doigts d’atteindre un nouvel orgasme et voilà, que ses parents l’ennuyaient pour des précautions dont elle n’avait que faire. Renoncer à ce plaisir était quand même bien décevant.

Les deux parents regardèrent Amadou retirer son énorme engin de la chatte de leur fille. Quand il en sortit le gland, Léa poussa un gémissement se sentant le corps vidé, tandis que sa chatte complètement déformée tentait tant bien que mal de se refermer.

« Putain! Mais quelle salope, hein? Allez, retourne-toi, morue. »

Mais Léa était bien trop épuisée pour bouger

« Vous voyez, à peine quelques coups de pines et c’est H.S, faudra qu’elle boive plus de jus de couille, ça donne de la force… En attendant, Monsieur, forcez là à obéir! »

Jean fut obligé d’avoir recours à de nouveaux coups de ceintures pour que Léa trouve la force de bouger. Mais encore fallait-il qu’elle trouve la bonne position…

« Cambre tes fesses mieux que ça, ordonnait Amadou, forçant Jean à fouetter une nouvelle fois le postérieur de sa fille. Plus vite que ça! »

Finalement, lorsque le cul de Léa se trouva bien en hauteur, Amadou se dirigea vers elle, la bite toujours dressée…

« Mais, qu’est-ce que vous faites?! s’inquiéta Jean qui craignait avoir deviné sur l’objectif visé par Amadou.

— Eh bien, je ne la mets pas enceinte!

— Oui… mais…

— Voyons un peu ce que vaut ce trou du cul…

— Mais que comptez-vous faire?!

— L’enculer bien sûr!

— Mais c’est impossible! s’exclama Madame, rougissant fortement. Votre bite est bien trop grosse!

— Ah ça, elle va la sentir passer. Mais, ne vous inquiétez pas, elle finira par en redemander. Toutes les salopes sont les mêmes.

— Chéri, dis-lui de refuser.

— Tu la préfères enceinte?

— Oh non!

— Alors c’est décidé, conclu Amadou, à la une! À la deux! À la tr…

— Non! cria Hélène. Vous ne pouvez pas faire ça à sec. Jean vient avec moi. Et vous, Amadou, je vous en supplie, attendez que je revienne avant d’enculer ma fille.

— Très bien, je poiroterais en me faisant dégorger le poireau, pas vrai Léa. »

Léa rougit, en apercevant la taille de ce qu’elle devait mettre en bouche. Hélène agrippa le bras de Jean et ils décampèrent prestement.

*****

Les parents ne tardèrent pas à revenir, voulant éviter que leur fille ne prenne goût au braquemart saveur chocolat.

Aussi furent-ils consternés en rentrant dans leur chambre de voir leur douce enfant avalant une immense queue noire. Elle semblait avoir la bouche remplie plus qu’à ras bord et pourtant, elle avait encore bien du chemin à faire avant d’en arriver à la moitié. Amadou lui tirait les oreilles pour l’obliger à emboucher une plus grande quantité de bite dans sa bouche. Il forçait l’entrée comme s’il essayait d’enfiler une chaussure trop serrée.

Hélène avait retrouvé ses réflexes de mère et eut pitié de sa fille en la voyant asphyxiée par ce mastodonte noir :

« Arrêtez!

— Ah voilà les parents qui se décident à revenir. Mais qu’est-ce que vous apportez? »

Amadou plissa les yeux pour distinguer ce que le couple amenait comme ustensile. Il distingua dans la main d’Hélène une bouteille d’huile et dans celle de Jean, une plaquette de beurre.

« Ma choutte! Ça va?! » demanda Hélène.

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“POLICE! MANDAT DE PERQUISITION!”

Tommy s’est balancé le smasher de porte et le portique bon marché a explosé vers l’intérieur. Comme nous avons classé dans, les armes dessinées, les gens criés et a essayé de courir. Nous avons crié dans le retour, les commandant et a plu en bas que le plus conformé. D’artillerie explosé dans la pièce arrière et je suis dépêché m’aider Brad, qui a été en pinned bas dans le couloir. Jonas Adams, le négociant de fissure et le fournisseur de mort, était dans la chambre à coucher postérieure, déranger que nous nous étions imposés sur son viol d’un dopé-hors la jeune femme. Il criait des explétifs, pompant toujours sa piqûre demi-dur et espérant rapidement être débarrassé de nous s’il pourrait finir.

Evidemment, cela n’allait pas arriver. J’ai servi d’une diversion et de Brad a posé une droite entre ses yeux, le tombant sur place. La jeune femme a souri juste, ses yeux vitreux reflétant des Jonas l’une morte et atteint pour son coq. Brad a couvert et battu elle loin. Il a pris encore deux minutes pour éclaircir la maison et nous avons été déçus pour ne pas trouver Ronnie et Mykal. Dans un des en haut pièces, j’ai trouvé un carré proprement plié de papier de toilette a plissé dans un tube vide.

A quiconque trouve ceci, s’il vous plaît informer ma mère, Manquer Fyona Hughes, que je suis vivant et bien et que mon père ne projette pas pour me blesser. Il veut lui parler seulement. Si ceci peut être arrangé, il me permettra d’aller libre.

J’ai téléphoné Fyona et ai écouté tout de suite son cri par-dessus les lignes téléphoniques. Elle était si heureuse d’entendre que son fils était bon. “Donc comment faisons-nous ceci?”

“Comment nous que faisons?”

“Etablir la réunion.”

“Fyona, vous ne pensez pas sérieusement de la réunion avec lui, n’est-ce pas?”

“Bien sûr, je vais a! Etes-vous fou? Cela est mon enfant que nous parlons de!”

“Fyona, vous ne pouvez pas rencontrer avec Ronnie! Avez-vous oublié qu’il vous a fait?”

Ses mots ont été antep escort mordus d’avec la colère. “Je n’ai jamais oublié cela, Pete. C’est kinda dur à oublier chaque temps que je déshabille.” Je n’étais pas sûr que qui a signifié mais je n’étais pas heureux. “Et ne pas penser que vous me possédez juste parce que je vous”ai embrassé!

“Je ne suis pas, Fyona, et vous le savez!” C’était notre premier combat. “Je vous posséderai quand je fais l’amour à vous!” Jésus! Quel l’enfer avait-il tort avec moi?

“Si vous faites l’amour à moi!”

J’ai contrarié tout de suite, grogner, “Quand et je garantis, vous ne l’oublierez pas!”

Nous étions les deux silencieux pour quelques moments. “Je suis désolé, Pete.”

“Fyona, je soigne beaucoup pour vous. Je ne veux jamais vous voir Comme vous étiez quand nous premier rencontré encore. Maintenant que je vous sais, chaque temps que je pense de cela, mon coeur mes juste coupures.”

“Pete … “

“Ne pas me demander de ne pas soigner.” J’ai entendu l’obstacle dans son souffle et ai su que ne déchire pas étaient extrême derrière. “Si vous voulez traverser ceci la réunion, alors je l’arrangerai, mais en aucun cas faire je veux que vous ayez rencontré avec cette secousse, approuvez seul? Je n’essaie pas de vous posséder ; je suis juste essayant de vous protéger. L’accord?”

“Oui, Pete.”

“Ugh! Ne pas me répondre comme cela! Je ne veux pas une femme qui embrasse mon âne …” J’ai hésité, les pensées sombres rampant dans. “Bien, au moins pas comme cela!” J’ai entendu un hennissement doux. “Je veux que vous ayez été comme passionné de disputer avec moi comme vous êtes de faire d’amour avec moi.”

Il a entendu la rit tout bas encore et était reconnaissant cela Il pourrait faire l’oublier le sérieux de la situation. “J’ai fait pas non plus dans un tel temps long que je pense que je devrais pratiquer.”

“Vous savez qu’ils disent, les Marques ‘de Pratique Perfectionnent’.” Je sais que j’étais hardi araban escort mais je ne pourrais pas l’aider. Notre plaisanterie sexy a senti juste la droite. C’était si facile à lui parler, même dans ces circonstances. “Nous aurons assez de temps pour cela plus tard. Pourquoi nous ne faisons pas juste le concentré sur Mykal maintenant? L’affaire?”

“Affaire.”

“Accord. Me permettre de faire quelques arrangements et je rentrerai avec vous.”

“Remercie, Pete, et je suis désolé.”

“Ne pas se soucier de lui, hon.” J’ai souri, espérant qu’elle pourrait l’entendre dans ma voix. “Vous restez en place et je diminuerai de plus tard.”

“Bon. J’ai frit quelque poulet Aujourd’hui. Il y a l’abondance.”

“Vous appeler plus tard.”

* * * * *

Je suis rentré et ai pris une douche, frottant chaque pouce avec le soin extra-minutieux. Je n’ai pas su mais j’espérais l’avoir ce soir. Je ne pourrais pas sembler penser de n’importe quoi d’autre sauf elle. Tout d’elle a crié mon nom. La chaleur de son corps et la passion dans son baiser est réveillée quelque chose qu’avait longtemps a été dormant dans moi, comme une mémoire d’enfance agréable. Je ne l’avais pas dit mon histoire.

Je ne l’avais pas dit de Sarah et le ravage qu’elle a exercé sur ma vie avant qu’elle a failli assassiner me et je devais l’arrêter pour est Amérique deuxième meurtrier en série femelle. Je ne l’avais pas dit que j’ai regardé Sarah plonge un couteau dans son estomac et tue son enfant pas encore né, mon chil pas encore néd, et alors rireed de lui. J’avais traversé tel traumatisme que j’avais décidé ne pas dater ou jamais épouser.

Ceci tous était arrivé deux vous ars après je ferais Fyona rencontré et depuis, je m’étais enterré dans mon travail. Je vraiment n’avais pas payé la trop d’attention à mes regards, juste s’assurer que j’étais mince pour le travail. J’ai dévisagé à mon reflet dans le miroir. Les yeux durs et bleus ont ébloui de retour. Les cheveux ondulés arap escort blonds qui était un morceau de tad trop long ont couvert mon col. Mon nez trois fois-cassé penché comme la vieille Tour de Pisa et une coupure méchante a bifurqué proprement mon li inférieur, me donnant un grognement sexy.

Le repos de moi était la peau lustré par-dessus le muscle dur et pour la vie de moi, je ne pourrais pas voir que quel Fyona a-t-il vu dans moi mais moi sûr comme l’enfer n’allait pas le questionner. J’ai lancé sur le jeans et une chemise de Polo, s’est emparé des vins froids que j’ai acheté pour le soir et ai conduit par-dessus à sa maison.

Une voiture différente était dans l’entrée de garage, un Mustang argent avec les bords de gleaming. Le SUV n’était nullepart dans la vue. Je n’ai pas donné lui a pensé beaucoup puisque les lumières étaient sur à l’intérieur. La porte de devant était mon premier indice. Il a été légèrement craqué et j’ai donné à un coup petit du coude à lui ouvre avec ma botte, Mes poils s’élevant de le et les instincts picotant. La voix de torchy du Anita Baker a rempli le salon et j’ai vu que la table avait été réglée pour deux, bougies non éclairées et les roses parfumées proclamant une affaire intime.

Mais j’ai vu aussi la bouteille cassée de gewürztraminer le trempage dans le tapis de sisal et un jet d’adrénaline a resserré ma poitrine. Je règle le sac sur la table et ai dessiné mon fusil, marcher par le reste de la maison. J’ai trouvé que je ferais redouté: les signes d’entrée forcée à la porte de derrière, un pince-monseigneur a rejeté dans une des chambres à coucher et une note hâtivement écrite sur le miroir de la chambre à coucher professionnel.

Pete, quelqu’un se cassant dans et je pense c’est Ronnie. Si c’est, il ou me tuera ou nous prend ici au vieil appartement où Mykal l’a poignardé la première fois. J’espère que vous obtenez ceci avant qu’il a un hasard pour nous tuer. Désolé, Fy.

Mon corps entier s’est senti engourdi et je dois avoir été sur le pilote automatique parce que je ne suis pas rappelé m’appelant Brad et le disant de tirer un dossier de dix vieux par années et me donne l’adresse. Mais il a fait et il n’a pas demandé deux fois quand je l’ai dit d’amener mon engrenage et me rencontre là-bas.

J’ai espéré seulement que je n’aie été pas dernier.

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I stepped out of my last lecture for the week and winced as the bright sunlight hit me. It had been a complete waste of time, as had all my other lectures, since meeting up with my mom last week. My ability to concentrate was permanently broken, and would be until I got home to see her again.

The thought of our conversation still made my skin prickle with anticipation. It was finally going to happen, she had started on the pill and I was going to get to fill my mom’s lusciously tight pussy with my come.

All week she had been driving me crazy, sending me text messages to tell me that she couldn’t wait to feel me filling her up with my seed. Things had escalated quickly and soon she was sending me pictures of her dressed in the new lingerie we had bought to commemorate the upcoming occasion. As the deadline neared the lingerie had been covering less and less of her. The most recent picture, sent only this morning, nearly made me spurt in my pants.

My mom had positioned herself on the floor in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Our bedroom. She was completely naked. Her huge breasts perched heavily on her chest and toned stomach. She had her thighs spread, her body front-on to the mirror. One handheld the camera up, angled down so that it did not obscure this vision of perfection. The other was between her legs, two of her fingers had burrowed into her soft folds and were spreading her tender, pink inner flesh open, inviting my gaze.

The attached message simply said, “I can’t wait for you to fill me up tonight…”

Before I even registered it I had pulled my cock out of my sleep shorts and was jerking myself off to a rapidly approaching climax. I was so transfixed by that picture I did not fully realize what I was doing until there was pre-come dripping down over my knuckles and my cock was pulsating on the verge of an eruption.

My mom looked so incredible. She always did, but this picture was such a beautiful contrast of the shy expression on her face and the lust-filled sexual confidence she had recently discovered in my arms.

It pained me to do it, but I had to force my fingers to pry themselves up off my aching cock. It spat an angry dollop of milky liquid onto my belly and twitched, as if it were trying to wriggle itself over the finish line.

But I forced myself to look at the picture on my phone again with fresh eyes. I wanted to save every drop of my come to pump into that tight cunt she was spreading for me. I had been dreaming about doing exactly that for years. I had been so close more times than I could count over the past few incredible months. Tonight was finally the night and I was going to fill her to bursting with my seed.

I felt the thrill rise in my throat as I considered this, dropping down the red brick stairs outside the lecture hall two at a time. It was a matter of hours now. I felt a pressure rising against the stiff fabric of my jeans. Just a few short hours.

“Chase!”

The voice cried out somewhere off to my left. I was so wrapped in the thought of being equally wrapped up in my mother’s arms tonight I probably wouldn’t have even registered it if it hadn’t called out again.

“Chase! Hold up!”

I paused at the base of the stairs and half turned. I expected to see one of my buddies. They had been on my case a lot recently on account of me disappearing from the social scene. I think they suspected there was a woman in my life, but I could hardly tell them who it was. I looked around for a face I recognized. Perhaps I had forgotten something in the lecture hall? My mind was definitely distracted enough to do that.

Then I saw the figure standing beside the open door of a silver sports car. I felt blood rush to my face in a tide of warmth and my fists clenched tight before I could even fully process who it was.

Brian, my mom’s soon-to-be-ex-husband, was standing there waving at me with a huge grin on his shit-eating face. He was a good looking guy, I will give him that, with his excessively gelled hair, his expensive suit, and the dark ray-bans covering his eyes. He was closer to my age than to my mother’s and he looked it. If not for his business attire he might have passed for one of the students, now slowly filtering out of the building behind me in small chattering groups.

“Chase, my man!” Brian called, with a note of triumph now that he had gained my attention.

I stood and stared at him, torn between turning on my heel and walking away as if I hadn’t seen him, or walking up to him and knocking every tooth out of his enormous, white smile.

I had to quell my anger though, knowing that if the divorce my mom and I had been hatching were to go through smoothly, we would need to keep level heads.

“What do you want, Brian?” I responded, flatly. Suddenly I was very conscious of my phone in my pocket. It felt hot against my thigh, but perhaps that was because I knew it was loaded with photos of my mother, Brian’s wife, naked and spreading her delicious pussy for my hack forum eyes only.

“Hey, come on, man. I haven’t seen you in ages. Is that any way to greet your dad?”

“Brian, you are not my dad,” I unconsciously took a step forward, my voice coming out in an angry whisper, “You are lucky I don’t walk up to you and kick the shit out of you for ditching my mom and brother like that.” If only he knew that the sole reason I didn’t was that his fuck up had opened the door for the relationship my mom and I had started.

“Woah, Woah,” He held up his hands defensively, “Look, I get it, kid.”

Internally I flared even hotter at that. At no level in our relationship could I ever be considered “kid.” I had already started college when he met my mom. It was like he wanted me to punch him in the mouth.

Not sensing my growing displeasure he continued, “It looks bad, I can see that, but just give me five minutes. Let me just talk to you and then I will go away and you can think about what I have to say. Will you do me that service? I’m desperate here, man. Your mom won’t even take my calls anymore. I miss my wife. I want to see my son. I know I fucked up but I’m ready to come home now.

“Why weren’t you saying that 6 months ago?” I shot back when what I really wanted to say was, “They’re not your wife and son anymore.”

“I got scared, okay? I wasn’t ready to be a dad. I didn’t realize it would be that hard. No sleep. All the crying. And your mom, it was like she became a different person overnight. Suddenly it was all about the baby and old Brian could do nothing right. Jesus. You understand, right?”

“Yeah, Brian, I do, because who do you think was there to pick up the pieces when you just disappeared?”

“And I’m grateful, believe me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“Make it up to me?” I was incredulous.

“This place can’t be cheap,” he waved to the college buildings surrounding us, “I can help out. You know I make good money.” His hand came down to rest on the roof of his shimmering vehicle.

“Are you trying to buy your way back into our lives?”

“Kid, I just want a chance. Come on. You’ve only heard your mom’s side. I tried to make it up to her, I did. But you know how hard-headed Angie can be. I’m her husband and she won’t even listen to me anymore.” He paused a moment then continued, “It’s like she…” he gave me a conspiratorial look and asked, “She’s not seeing anyone, is she?”

“Jesus, Brian.”

Luckily he interpreted my response as exasperation rather than that he was getting a little too close to an uncomfortable truth.

“I know, I know,” he held up his hands defensively, “Who would want to date a woman with a newborn. Plus there’s the baby weight. I know I shouldn’t worry, but there is definitely something different about her.”

I wanted to yell in his face, “She’s different because she’s finally happy!”

I have no idea how my mom fell for him. He must have put up an impressive front. Maybe if I hadn’t been away at college I might have been able to protect my mom, as I had from so many of her other terrible suitors. In hindsight, I can see that she must have been very lonely to let a guy like Brian worm his way into her life. “She’s not lonely anymore,” I reminded myself, “and I am going to make sure she never feels that way again.”

I had had enough, I ghosted past him and spat out: “Fuck off, Brian and leave us alone.”

Brain called after me, “Chase!” I ignored him. He called out again, “Chase, I just want to see my son. You can’t keep me from seeing my son!”

When I did not acknowledge him his calm finally cracked and he yelled, “Fuck you and your stuck-up bitch of a mother then! He’s my son, you little asshole! I will find a way to see him again.”

I put my head down and walked. I knew if I stopped I would turn around, go back, and beat the shit out of Brian. I wanted to, more than anything, but I knew it would hurt my mom’s case when she filed for a divorce. No, we had to be beyond question until the papers were signed and that giant douchebag was out of our lives. Then, and only then, could I hunt him down and pound him into a greasy stain on the floor.

I got back to my dorm room and took a deep breath. I reminded myself of what was going to happen tonight. Closing my eyes, I saw again my mother’s spread legs, her pussy glistening with the dew of anticipation. An instant later I was rock hard and smiling. All the rage and conflict Brian had brought up had dissipated.

It only took me a couple of minutes to pack. I had been living a dual existence these last few months. My school attendance barely met the minimum requirements. Every other moment I had was spent in the arms of my gorgeous mother, or in playing family with her and my brother Ian.

I only had to throw a few books into a gym bag, deluding myself that I might get a moment to study for my upcoming midterms, some toiletries, and my favorite sweater. Then I was out the door and half-running to my car.

On the drive back I had to keep reminding myself to slow down. I kept thinking of my mom at home, waiting for me and my foot kept getting heavier on the pedal. I eventually had to take it right off and force myself to take a few deep breaths. I did not want a massive fine or an accident to potentially ruin the greatest night of my life.

My dick was rock hard the entire journey back.

Despite my efforts at caution, I still think I set a new record for the drive between school and home. I pulled into the drive just as the sun was setting. I turned the engine off and sat for a minute as it ticked away the heat. I felt giddy, my pulse racing, excitement gripping my throat. This was the final step.

A movement caught my eye and I glanced up. I glimpsed a figure flitting past the kitchen windows. The lights were on inside the house and from that barest hint of motion I could discern that it was my mother. Nobody moves with her grace.

We had been intimate for months now, but this felt like a first date. Sucking in a last sharp breath, I drummed out a short rat-a-tat-tat on the steering wheel, and then launched myself out of the car.

I strode with purpose up to the front door, clearing the steps in a single bound. I unlocked the door and slipped inside, shutting and locking it again behind me.

She was waiting for me when I found her, her back to the counter, a glass of wine in her hand and a look in her eyes with enough heat to kindle a campfire.

“Hi, Ch-” she began, but I did not let her finish. A single step and she was wrapped in my embrace, my lips pressed to hers. Her eyes widened and then, gradually, her heavy lashes closed and her mouth opened, growing soft and welcoming. I tasted the rich burnt caramel of the wine on her tongue. I smelled the scent she had put on just for me. I felt the silken fabric of the dress she wore, clinging to her hourglass figure.

I let out a moan as my hard cock rubbed against her thigh. She shivered in my arms. God, I wanted her so much.

Our kiss broke as a smile grew across her lips. Mine grew to match and then we were staring into each other’s eyes, grinning like idiots.

“I missed you, baby,” She purred, “Did you miss me too?” She gave a soft chuckle as her hand palmed the hardness in my pants, “I guess so.”

“You have no idea,” I moaned, looking up at the ceiling as she massaged my cock through the denim, while placing soft kisses on my neck. “God, you had better stop that,” I bleated, “Otherwise this will be over before it even begins.”

“Are you that excited?” She teased the top button of my jeans open.

“What about Ian?”

“Already asleep,” her mouth was at my ear, nibbling my lobe. She gestured towards the baby monitor which rested on the counter beside her. “You are so hard,” she sighed into my ear.

“I have been all week, thanks to you.”

“Poor baby,” she slipped a hand into my pants and I felt the heat of her naked palm on my shaft, “You haven’t touched yourself? Not even once? Even with all those pictures I sent you?”

“No,” I gasped, as she released my cock from my underwear, “It nearly killed me, but I’ve been saving every drop for you.”

She cooed appreciatively, snuggling her body closer as she cupped my balls. Her huge breasts molded themselves around my side.

“Fuck!” I hissed, as precome dribbled out of my tip and covered her knuckles. My mom giggled and, to my surprise and delight, she raised her hand to her mouth and lapped up the liquid like a kitten.

“You always get so hard for mommy. You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Day or night. Luckily you are with a younger man. Who else could keep up with your insatiable needs?” I raised a cocky eyebrow at her.

“Why don’t we get started then?” She teased, sliding her hips against me, “Apparently I am pretty insatiable.”

“Now?” I asked, unable to hide the surprise, “What about the build-up? The dinner? All this?” I nodded towards the kitchen counters where evidence of my mom’s preparations lay everywhere, and to the dining room where it had clearly been set up for a romantic dinner.

“Oh, fuck all that,” My mom waved her hand dismissively. It was shocking enough to hear her swear, but it was even more so when she let go of my cock and seductively bent herself over the kitchen counter. Her short dress rode high and, as she positioned herself, I could see the tops of her stockings where they connected to their straps.

“I know how long you’ve been waiting for this. You’ve been so good. Why wait any longer?”

I felt like I had stepped into one of my teenage wet dreams. It very nearly ended as abruptly and as messily as one of them right then and there. “But shouldn’t it be special?” I stumbled, cursing myself inwardly for being such a girl.

My mom looked at me through her long lashes as she began to hike up her dress over her ample backside and replied, “There will be plenty of time for special. We are going to be doing this a lot in the future. A lot. More than you dreamed possible.”

I gulped involuntarily as she rolled her dress all the way up to her garter. The perfect orbs of her plump ass were presented to me, clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her underwear.

“Jesus,” I groaned. My hands acted on their own, reaching out to seize the very pleasing broadness of her hips. My fingers automatically hooked into the elastic of her underwear. She arched her back as I peeled the material down, exposing the creamy expanse of her cheeks. As I sank with the lowering underwear I glimpsed her pussy through the narrow aperture between her thighs, a pussy that looked as tortured as my cock. It was already so dewed with desire that I could tell it was not just my urgent need we were trying to satisfy here.

“Take me hard,” she growled through gritted teeth, “I want to feel your come inside me. We can worry about making love later.”

I wanted to hesitate again, to be certain this was what she really wanted, but the need in her eyes brought that line of thought to a brutal halt. My belt buckle jangled as I fumbled to get my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. As I lined myself up, my mother shuffled her feet apart a little more, giving me a further invitation I did not really need at this point.

“We’re definitely protected?” My voice came out husky with need as I paused, my dick dripping into her panties, just millimeters from her entrance.

“I haven’t missed a pill all week. Now, stop torturing me. Give mommy your cock.”

That made any more hesitation impossible. The short distance I had to move forward felt like diving out of an airplane. My stomach rose into my throat with the thrill as I sank into her buttery warmth with a sigh. I was home in every way that a person could be. Her insides embraced me, folding around me. When I tried to withdraw for my first thrust her liquid heat sucked impatiently at my length.

“Fuck me, Chase,” she commanded, laying herself flat on the granite slab of the kitchen counter. Her huge breasts pancaked against the cold stone, pressing out to either side of her torso despite the constraints of her bra and dress.

I slammed into her, sending a quiver through the mass of her backside. “Oh God,” I gave a mournful cry as I did it again. Already I could feel the ache of my cruelly confined pleasure rattling its cage.

It was at this precise moment that the monitor made a click and static blasted through. I paused, balls deep inside my mother, her wonderfully mushy backside squashed up against my belly. A baby voice murmured. I swore inwardly.

“Don’t worry,” My mom soothed me, “He’s probably just talking in his sleep. He’ll settle in a moment.”

I gripped her hips and held her ass tight to me. It felt incredible just to be encased inside her. I took a moment to enjoy the incredible sight and sensation of my mother, bare assed and bent over her own kitchen counter with my cock inside her.

To my immense relief, she turned out to be right, a moment later the monitor clicked again and the static went silent. I ran my hand up her back and took hold of her shoulders. I had barely moved inside her and I was already trembling on the edge.

My mom, as ever, knew me better than I knew myself and gasped, “Don’t hold back. Fill me up, baby. I want to feel you flood my insides, don’t wait any longer. Mommy needs your come.”

She must have known the effect her words would have on me. Shamefully, on only the third or fourth thrust into her, I felt the cage burst open. I voiced a cry at the pleasure that boiled up out of me. Nothing had felt so good before. I spasmed hard and began to pour thick lashings of searing hot come deep into my mom’s greedy cunt.

“Ooh, that feels so good!” She panted as I pumped every painfully pent up drop of my come inside her.

“S-sorry,” I shuddered with my dying spasms. She was so full of my seed it seeped out of her even though I was still plugging her with my fat cock. “It was just too good.”

My mom giggled girlishly and waggled her bottom, “Don’t apologize, that felt amazing.” With me still buried inside her, she half turned and took hold of my t-shirt, pulling me down for a long, wet kiss. I felt myself stir inside her.

“See,” she grinned over her shoulder, “You’re already practically ready to go again.”

I collapsed on top of her, crushing her against the granite counter. I breathed in the scent of her honey-colored hair and sighed, “You’re going to kill me, mom.”

“But can you think of a better way to go?”

I shook my head with my face still buried in her silken tresses.

“Such a good boy,” she reached back a hand and patted my head. “Now, keep being a good boy and, when you pull out, pull my panties back up quickly. I want to feel your warm come inside me while I finish making our dinner.”

All I could manage was a whimper of agreement. What woman on Earth could compare to my mother? Carefully I drew back. My semi-hard cock slopped out of her and, despite my best efforts, a big blob of sticky white semen dripped out and ran down her inner thigh.

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Penny was a slut.

That’s as much as I figured when I first heard about her.

Wait, I guess I’d better start this story off the right way. I’m Natasha — Tish, for short — and my twin brother is Victor, or Vic. He’s the all-American sports boy, and I’m just the mousy kid sister, always with her nose in a book.

Our Mom and Dad found out the job he had needed him to move out of our home in North Carolina, to a town in the panhandle part of Texas. Both me and Vic were just turning eighteen (he’s older by two minutes), so the parentals thought it would be a growing experience for me — as I was just finishing my junior year at the time.

Well, despite my feelings or Vic’s, we loaded up and moved to a place called Johnston Station; a mid-sized town, somewhere east of the bigger cities of Lubbock. All things considered, the move wasn’t all that traumatic, really. Johnston had a decent enough array of shops, businesses and restaurants, so it’s not like we were out in the sticks. They had two major highways passing through, and access to a small community college (something Mom liked), as well as a decent-sized golf course in the northern part of town (something that Dad really liked!).

I guess I couldn’t really say I disliked Johnston. What sort of irked me was that in the whole city there was only one high school; Timberland High. With just one school, that meant nearly every teenager was expected to attend, since busing to another out-of-town school was clearly out of the question!

So, within a few weeks after we finished moving in to a neat, two-story town house, nestled in a relatively ‘nice’ neighborhood, Vic and I were enrolled in Timberland High.

Being a one-school town did have its advantages. Literally everyone got to know everyone else, even by first name in most cases. It was also home of the school’s major attraction: the Wolfpack; which was the collective name for all the school’s sports — football and basketball, especially. I quickly learned that in Texas, school sports were a sort of religion to the masses. The good thing about having a one-team town, was that it also cut down on typical school rivalry inside the city — without such male-driven shenanigans, Johnston boasted a pretty good rep for a nice, livable town.

I was at least glad the school had some decent enough activities for me; chess club, a fiction reader’s circle and a passable art program. Perfect activities for me, little Miss Plain Jane. Vic, the handsome devil of a jock, soon got involved with the sports programs; keen to get on the basketball team, since he missed the football tryouts by a good couple of months.

So, with all these positives, you have to ask: what was the negative? For me, at least, it was that gossip was the local plague among the halls of Timberland High. One whiff about something raw or raunchy, and by morning the next day you’d half expect it to be on the front page of the local newspaper! Not that I was worried for my rep. I was too much of a Miss Goody-Two-Shoes to let that get to me. I always got good grades, made sure my attendance with my old schools was near-perfect (hey, we all get sick at times, right?) and wasn’t keen on going out late, drinking or causing a ruckus.

*** *** ***

Not long after I started classes, I made a few new acquittances and friends. One of the first acquittances was with a pair of girls — Taylor and Suzanne — whom didn’t mind talking to the new girl in town. Even if it was someone like me, with my plain looks and none-too-hip fashion sense.

I found out later had their collective finger on the school’s ‘pulse’. That is, they were gossip-filters extraodanare! There wasn’t a slip or dab of dirt that didn’t go unnoticed by these two harpies . . . especially when it came to the boys and girls who were on The List.

The List, as I found out, was an informal way of Taylor and Suze to keep track of the less-than reputable students attending Timberland. If you were a bad boy, a punk, a skank, a jezebel or someone that may have caused a commotion for the faculty, chances are your name was on The List.

It was because of one day, when Taylor and Suze were going over the names on their latest update of The List, that I first learned about Penny. Penny Anderson . . . a nineteen year-old redhead; member of the cheer leading squad, only child of a cotton mill worker father and — as I found out — one of the most maligned names in all of Timberland High.

Rumor Number-One was that she’d gotten into trouble during her frosh-year, which resulted in her being held back for one year. Neither Taylor or Suze were too forthcoming with details on just what happened. Rumor Number-Two, however, they were more than happy to fill my ears with every sordid tidbit and fact . . . chiefly, that Penny was considered the school’s top first-class slut.

Oh, I could’ve felt my ears burn off, as they told me about some of Penny’s ‘escapades’: how she once — supposedly — snuck into the boys shower after one day’s practice, and sucked the cocks Onwin giriş of the entire front line of the football team. Another tale, which had to be true according to Suze, was that the reason Mr. Jacobson — a one-time teacher of higher mathematics — suddenly transferred to a new school in another state, was because he and Penny got caught after hours in his classroom . . . clearly giving her some ‘extra credit’ work.

There was more to be sure, but before too long I got a distinct picture of what everyone thought of Penny. Boys would snicker and make like they were undressing her when she walked by on her way to classes. A few teachers often watched her like hawks; giving her icy glares when she came into the same classrooms I attended.

What was weird though, from my point of view, was that Penny was remarkably cheerful at school. Either she felt no shame at having the onus of ‘slut’ hanged on her . . . or there was something more to this girl’s story. A side I hadn’t seen just yet.

Little did I know, come another four months, that I’d soon find out more about Penny the Slut that I’d never expected to learn, ever!

*** *** ***

It was about that time, try-outs and practice for the upcoming basketball season kicked into full gear. Naturally, my brother Vic was throwing himself into this rat-race with gusto. He was pretty lucky, having been chosen as a guard after the first round of try-outs. I was happy for Vic and he was keen to prove he had the chops to make first-string for the Wolfpack.

Vic certainly had the physical ‘chops’ for the game. Tall, with a body made fit by swimming, cycling and a few track sports in his elementary and early high school years, Vic was a dream come-true to the Timberland school’s b-ball coach. Add to that his easy-going attitude — nothing ruffled my brother, serious! — and the easy way he made friends and formed lasting relationships . . . .

Well, is it any wonder Vic was soon on the lips of every jock, fan and swooning girl at our school when the pre-season games were played? Combined with a good team effort, the Wolfpack was well on the way — with Vic’s help — to becoming a rising star in the district’s league.

It was during one of his late-day practices with the team, that this whole deal concerning Penny came about.

I had finished all my class work for the day during my last period, so I came by the gym to watch the Wolfpack players practice. Finding a seat in the bleachers, I soon caught sight of Vic on the hardwood. Vic was pretty easy to single out from the rest, if for the fact of his naturally tan skin and short lemon-blond hair (the former from a distant ancestor of Mom’s who was part-Native American, the later from our Dad, who had the same hair color). Add to that his rugged face, with a aquiline nose, firm lips and a pair of jade-green eyes . . . well, even I had to admit, Vic was a striking difference from the local boys. He was wearing the school’s basketball uniform — with it’s signature maroon, gold and red colors, complete with a snarling wolf’s head — working on accuracy drills with a few others. He was chucking away three-pointers like clockwork, concentrating on what the coach was saying as he moved up and down the line.

If you have to know, I’m somewhat a near opposite of Vic: short black hair, almost always kept in long waves to the middle of my back; fair skin with just a hint of peach highlight and bright brown eyes. I’m also a foot shorter than him, but that doesn’t stop me from boxing his ears in once in a while (hey, us younger sibs have to let the older ones know who’s boss!).

Sitting there on the metal seats, I called out to Vic from time to time as he worked around the floor. It was cool to seem him smile back, since he and I weren’t all caught up in the ‘hate-you/hate-you-worse’ cycle most sibs were in nowadays.

It was after one time, when I cheered his sinking a basket from half-court, that I first realized I had some company on the bleachers; as a voice said, “Wow, he’s really good, isn’t he?”

I said, “Well, he’d better be . . . after all, he’s been practicing all his life,” I said, not taking my eyes off my brother.

“Cool, you’ve known him that long?”

Snorting, I started to turn around to face this person, saying, “Well, yeah, he’s my . . .bro-ther–.” I stumbled to a stop when I saw who was sitting there. Yep, Penny Anderson. In all her perky glory, dressed in the sleeveless sweater top, pleated skirt, knee socks and white sneakers that made up the school’s cheerleader outfit. She was clutching a backpack to her chest, while she smiled at me . . . a smile that, I only barely realized later, was something bright, yet fragile.

“Oh, he’s your brother?” She glanced back out towards the gym floor. “Wow . . . he’s something else. I heard a couple of the girls on my squad talking about him. How Coach Howard was practically drooling when he first tried out for the team.”

“Um, yeah . . . so I’ve been told,” I replied. I wasn’t sure what to do or even say, beyond just simple answers. I mean, what sort of conversation does one have with the school slut, I ask you?

Penny twirled a stray lock of her red hair around a finger. “They said he’s got a great vertical reach . . . even better than Brian Cower, the center,” she said. “I never thought anyone could outdo Brian, and he’s been on the team for the past three years to boot.”

Listening to her talk about basketball made me relax somewhat. I didn’t know much more that the stuff Vic talked about at home, but from what I was hearing, this gal clearly knew her stuff about the sport. “Vic did that good?” I asked.

“Oh yeah!” Penny giggled. “Made Brian madder than a bronco for days,” she said. Penny had one of those natural twangs in her voice; not at all forced or fake like you see on movies or T.V. shows. Putting that in with her heart-shaped face and cutie-pie looks — we’re talking button nose, a smattering of freckles, cupids-bow lips and dark hazel eyes — and put that with her curvey, compact figure and the toned legs that stuck out from under her skirt . . . well, she was the epitome of genuine Texas beauty.

As practice went on, Penny proved to me that she wasn’t just some mindless twit as she talked about all of Vic’s teammates; their previous year’s stats, scores and such. That made me wonder again if all the talk about her was just that; talk. In time, I was relaxed enough around her, and her sweet personality that I actually found myself forgetting what my ‘friends’ had said and was starting to like her.

“So,” Penny said during one lull in our conversation. “Does your brother have anyone special?”

I snorted. “Who, Vic? The boy practically breathes, eats and sleeps sports.” I shook my head, even as I looked over at him — now just joining the rest of the team as the crowded around the exit to head to the showers. “If he ever had a girlfriend . . . well, he’s kept that a pretty good secret from me and our parents.”

Penny nodded. “So, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have a girlfriend?” she drawled.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said.

At that, Penny switched gears, seemingly putting that bit of information away as she asked, “Hey, you have Draper’s next lesson notes, right?”

Mr. Draper was our English teacher. “Sure, I keep good notes.”

“Can I come over this week to study? I didn’t . . . really, get all the notes I needed, and I have to pass his class.” She looked a bit bashful as she added, “English isn’t one of my . . . better subjects.”

I sympathized with her, since I had to struggle with English in my early years. Without thinking, I said,”Sure, how about Thursday?”

*** *** ***

Suffice to say, come Thursday night, Penny was at our door within an hour after school was out. I thought she’d show up in her habitual cheerleader gear, but she surprised me by showing up in a short-sleeved shirt, denim bell bottom jeans and open toed flats. The shirt was tied up into a mid drift affair, leaving her tummy exposed under a pair of good-sized tits, and she had her red curls done up in a low ponytail.

It gave Dad a good case of whiplash, when he saw her walk past the den with me on our way to the kitchen. God, I thought Mom was going to bean him with the handle of her broom for ogling Penny, but when she laughed and told him to put his eyes back in his skull.

Penny and I tucked ourselves into the notes at the kitchen table; pouring over the usual stumbling blocks of sentence structure, grammar and usage. We were so into it, we never heard Vic come in, fresh from his last practice. I only glanced up at the last moment, watching him fly through the kitchen however; barging through on his way to the fridge. “Hi, Mom, Dad! I’m home,” he said, not seeing the two of us as he snagged a soda and apple on his way out.

Penny however, clearly noticed Vic’s exit, as she’d stopped replying to a couple of questions I was drilling her on.

“Hey, Penny?” I gave her arm a nudge. “Penny? Hey, Ms. Anderson!”

Shaking herself, Penny blinked then looked at me. “What?”

“I asked you about the proper use of a colon,” I said, chuckling as she blushed.

“Sorry . . . I guess I was distracted.”

“Hm, by my brother?” I just smiled at the blush that filled Penny’s cheeks; making her freckles stand out. “Don’t sweat it. Come on, let’s finish this.”

We got through all of the notes by the time Vic came back downstairs a half hour later. He’d showered again and changed into jeans and a casual, button-down shirt, with his hair combed over, still damp. When he got to the kitchen door, he froze when he saw Penny for the first time.

“Oh, hi . . . um, didn’t know sis had a friend over, Tish.”

I looked at Penny, and she was all flutter and smiles. “This is Penny, bro. She needed to study my notes from Mr. Draper’s. Penny, this is Victor, my older brother.”

Ambling over, Vic thrust his hand at her with a smile that looked three-parts friendly and one-part smitten. “Hi. I think I’ve seen you before . . . you’re on the cheer-squad, right?”

Putting her small hand in his, Penny just blushed all the more before returning his gaze.. “Yeah, Varsity. I’ve watched you practice with Coach Howard’s boys,” she offered. “You look good . . . out there, on the court, I mean.”

Vic chuckled. “Well, I’m only trying to do my best, and not upset the rest of the performers on the team.”

“Ah, well, that might be good for them,” Penny said, before ducking her head a bit. “Geez, what time is it? I promised Daddy I’d be home before too long!” She started scooping her books up into her backpack. “Thanks for the help, Tish.”

“Not a problem,” I said. “Feel free to ask me anytime, if you need more help.”

Penny grinned. “Oh, you betcha!” Stopping before she turned to go, she looked up at Vic and said softly, “It was . . . nice meeting you, Victor.”

He nodded. “Just call me Vic, ‘kay?”

“Okay . . . Vic. I’ll . . . remember that.” With that, she waved at me, heading for the front door as quick as her feet could carry her.

I giggled softly, but something was touching of a flag in my head. She’s acting pretty damn shy for a reported slut. I thought.

Vic watched her go, his gaze lingering on her passing long after the front door closed. “Wow, she’s a new friend, I take it?”

“Well, maybe,” I said.

Vic turned to me, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I shook my head. “Just some stuff some girls said about her.”

*** *** ***

Penny took me up on the offer for help more times than I could have counted on. Not that Mr. Draper was a hard teacher, oh no. Penny had other classes that I also took, so my ability to take good notes and decipher other things teachers told us was invaluable to her. She was a bright girl, but some concepts seemed a bit tough for her to grasp at first, but once she did understand them she never forgot the facts, figures and things we studied.

One thing lead to another, and I found us becoming good friends. Oh, it wasn’t just a one-way street of benefit for Penny. I got some fashion tips from her, and after a few afternoon sessions after studying, I found some of her tips and advice helping me to change from just a plain, mouse of a girl, into a girl who at least showed some better sense when it came to picking outfits. Soon enough, I cast off my old image and started looking . . . well passable, for an eighteen year-old freshman (I didn’t turn a lot of heads, but at least Vic and Daddy thought I was lovely).

More often than not, Penny made lots of time over at my family’s kitchen table, and not just for studying. It got to the point, Mom and Dad started inviting her to stay for dinner, before sending her home for the night. She usually tried to refuse. But two things changed her mind; one, my Mom was a top notch cook, and Penny absolutely loved her cooking. Two, was the fact that, in staying for dinner, Penny got to spend more time with me . . . and Vic.

I was concerned at first. I mean, I was getting to know her better, and Penny did appear to be a wonderful person and a great friend. Yet, that stigma of her being a “slut” seemed to float around her at odd moments when I wasn’t thinking.

I tried to tell Vic this one night, after Penny had left following dinner.

“Do you know what the other kids at school think of Penny?”

Vic had enough sense to blush. “Actually, I’ve heard the rumors.”

“So?”

“So, what? You know I never put much faith in such talk,” Vic told me, his green eyes flashing with irritation. “I’ve always judged someone on how they are around me, not what other people say. Besides, you’re still friends with her, right?” He gave me a pointed look. “If she was such a bad girl, why do you still let her come over?” Patting me on the shoulder, he added. “Don’t sweat what other people thing of her, sis. We both know different, so why should their opinions matter?”

I sighed. Vic was right. He usually was a pretty good judge of someone’s character. He never suffered fools, liars or braggarts, and I’m pretty certain a loose girl wouldn’t stay too long in his company either.

The longer Penny visited with us, even though she and I stayed good friends, the more and more she and Vic started talking and spending some of our time together. It got to the point Penny started meeting me after school let out — if she didn’t have cheer practice — and coming over to get to studying. That way, when Vic got home from his practice, they had more time free to talk before supper.

I should’ve seen it coming. Vic’s smiles around Penny were slow, easy and full of fondness. Penny for her part lost a lot of early bouts of general shyness, and soon she’d migrated from standing or sitting apart from Vic to sitting next to him on the couch (still with a respectable distance between them), as well as taking the chair next to him at supper time.

Mom and Dad were privately thrilled, since it looked like Vic was finally showing a healthy interest in my redheaded friend. I was still concerned over the fact that Penny — for all that she grew more relaxed around Vic — she still had an air of timidness that puzzled me.

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Ray had showered and gone to bed, laying his bed, totally naked. he waited for the light came on in the room opposite his in the next door neighbors house. The shades were up giving Ray a clear view of the entire room. The neighbor’s daughter, Angela was in the room, standing in front of a mirrored dresser brushing her shoulder length red hair. She spent her nightly 15 minutes brushing her hair and then began to strip her clothes off. She slid her shorts down her hips and let them fall to the floor. Under the shorts was a pair of white bikini panties. Ray cock was at full erection. Without knowing it he was slowly stroking it.

Angela slid her fingers into the sides of her panties and pushed them down her legs. As she bent over her butt was exposed to his hungry view. He caught a quick glimpse of her pink hairless slit. She was now unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging it off her shoulders. After she let it fall to the floor with the other articles of her clothing, she reached around and unsnapped her bra. As it slid down her arms to the floor Ray could see her in the mirror as she massaged her beautiful tits and stroked her large round dark red nipples. Ray watched as she rubbed them and examined them in the mirror.

She left the room and about twenty minutes later Angela came back into the room with a large towel wrapped around her body. She sat down on a chair just inside the door and peeled the towel from her body. She must have taken a hot shower her body was pink all over. She took a bottle of lotion and began applying the cream on her arms and legs. Ray couldn’t see much as she did that but then she spread it onto her tits. She lovingly caressed each one, making sure it was completely covered in the soothing balm. She made sure that the nipple was well taken care Onwin of. Her fingers stroked the dark red silver dollar sized areola until her nipples stood straight out like two kindergarten sized pencil erasers. She took each one and stretched it until it reached her lips. Ray watched as she sucked each nipple for no less than ten minutes each.

Her hands left her tits and traveled down between her legs. She spread her legs until they were hanging over the arms of the chair. Ray loved this sight … there was not a single hair on her pussy. It was completely bald … and what a thing of beauty it was. She took a handful of cream and began massaging her crotch. She must have shaved because she took great pains with the junction of her crotch and legs. She then took more and started rubbing her pussy. The more she rubbed the more she became excited. Her breathing appeared to became harder and harder. Now her fingers were spreading the lips of her pussy, searching for her clit. Her eyes were firmly attached to her juicy cunt. Ray watched her rub her clit with the tip of her middle finger. She started moaning and it was apparent she was about to come. Ray wished he could hear her as she let out a hoarse whisper, ” OOOHHH, and AAAHHH.”

With her other hand she opened a drawer next to her and took out a lifelike dildo. She didn’t need any more lubrication to get it to slide in. Her cunt almost sucked it in. With a death grip on it she began to fuck herself. Even more Ray wished he could hear the sound of her juice as she plunged the dildo in and out. she started shake, to come, it was a beautiful sight.

A movement caught Ray’s eye. In the doorway he saw a figure standing there. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to just what or who was there. There standing in the doorway was Angela’s dad Bill. His eyes were glued to the body of his daughter and like Ray his hand was wrapped around his cock. And what a cock it was!!!! That pole must have been a good ten inches or more and almost 2 inches in diameter.

Angela twisted to him and took that huge cock from his hand and pulled him toward herself. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked out to lick him. Ray watched this unbelievable sight as she gave her father’s huge cock a bath that was almost more than Ray could handle. Ray watched as Bill begin to fuck his daughter’s mouth as he held her head in his big hands. Bill said something to Angela. She nodded her head as to say. Then Bill jammed that massive pole down his daughter’s throat. Ray knew he was filling his daughter belly with cum. She swallowed and swallowed until it was all gone.

She stood now in front of her dad, both of them naked, as she raised up to kiss him. What a kiss it was. He lifted her onto the bed and placed a pillow under her ass. He lifted her legs until they were almost alongside her ears. Bill was on his knees between her up-stretched legs aiming his monster at her pink hairless cunt. Angela reached down and spread herself open as his cock wedged its way into her body. When it was all the way in she slammed back at him with as much force as he was driving into her.

They rolled over with his cock still buried in her. She positioned herself on her knees with every inch of that huge cock surrounded by her hot cunt. Ray could believe Angela was able to that huge cock so deep in her. She leaned forward so that he could lick and suck her hard nipples. Bill wrapped his big hands around he tits and drew one nipple into his mouth. As he sucked she threw her head back, and looked like she was moaning. Ray could see him rolling and pinching the other nipple in his hand. Now her body started moving. Slowly at first, Ray could see her grinding her clit down onto her Father pubic hair. Now her ass began rising off his cock, sliding up and down that huge pole until just the head was left inside. She slammed her pussy back down savagely and with such force Ray could almost hear their two bodies meet.

“Oh Fuck!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as she impaled herself on him. Ray smiled as he heard that. Over and over … faster and faster she fucked herself with that steely rod until they both could wait no longer. And with that Bill’s face twisted as he let out a c groan that Ray could almost hear. Ray knew Bill was now filling his daughter cunt with cum. Each shot brought a new level of joy to her face until she finally collapsed onto him. Angela lay there for a few minutes while she caught her breath then slid off his cock and turned around into a sixty-nine position.

With that she licked his big dick like it was an ice cream cone, making sure not to miss a drop but her eyes were looking straight at Ray. At the same time Bill was cleaning Angela well oiled cunt. Angela was looked at Ray. Ray turned on the lights so she could see him better, his hand matching her strokes on her father’s cock. Angela smiled. Ray’s cock throbbed in his hands and then stream after stream of cum shoot out. When Ray finished Angela turned around to her dad and locked her lips onto his. This was some kiss she was giving him. No father/daughter peck here. They were engaged in some of the hottest tongue action Ray had ever seen.

That was their good night kiss because Bill got up, cover his daughter up, kiss her lightly on the head and turning off the room lights as he left. A half-hour Ray bedside phone rang. When he answered it he heard Angela’s voice. “So did you enjoy the show?”

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Ten years, ten long years since Jordan had been home. Those years had kept him out of the country on assignment. He had a great job, one that took him all over the world. He had been to more countries then most people would ever see in their lifetime.

He worked on a film crew that filmed mostly large televised sporting events. Most of the shoots he worked on were for ESPN, some were for the History channel, some for Discovery Channel, and just recently they had been filming the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, Spain.

One of his favorite shoots had been when they were filming the PGA TOUR official event, the Sony Open in Hawaii. The first two days of the open were filmed for the Golf Channel and the last two for CBS coverage. He had got to meet three of his favorite golf pros and made sure he got autographed pictures for his father, a die hard golfer.

While there he got to see Kilauea volcano. One of the longest, continuous erupting volcano’s on the planet. Nothing he had ever seen in his life compared to seeing that volcano.

Now here he was, back in the states after ten years. He hadn’t seen any of his family except for his parents, who had stopped to see him when he was filming in Australia during Christmas two years ago. He called his sister at least once a month to check on her and to let her know he was alive and doing well. He and his brother hadn’t spoken since the day he walked out of the family home ten years ago.

Once he had landed back in the states all those old memories came flooding back. On the trip home he kept asking himself how many more years would he have stayed away if it hadn’t been for his grandfathers death.

He saw her the minute he departed the plane. She hadn’t changed a bit in ten years. Sure she looked a little older, but not by much, she was still a striking woman. Her mousy brown hair now had some highlights in it making her look even more attractive. One look at her and you knew she spent time in the gym. At 36 his sister was still one hell of a beautiful woman.

“Jordan! I’m so glad you’re finally home!” Katie threw her arms around her brothers neck, hugging him fiercely before planting a quick kiss on his lips.

“Why have you stayed away from us for so long? You have no idea how much we have missed you!”

“Hi sis, I missed you too,” he told her hugging her back just as tightly.

“Mom is so excited that you’re finally home. She has been cooking and baking all day. Poor dad is worn out from all the errands she has been sending him on these last two days.”

“How’s grams doing?” His loving grandmother would be lost without her Eddie around. They had been married for fifty years and still very much in love. They had gotten married very young, Grams was only fifteen and gramps seventeen when they married. When his father called him to tell him of his grandfathers death he couldn’t believe it. The man had never been sick one day of his life, except for a cold now and then.

His father cleared that up for him, telling him that he wasn’t ill, but had been killed in a car accident when a truck driver fell asleep at the wheel and hit his grandfathers pickup truck head on. The doctors told them he had died instantly from the crash.

“She’s doing fine Jordan. She misses gramps of course, but she said it was his time to go and she is dealing with her loss. She is very excited about her favorite grandson finally coming back home.”

“I can’t wait to see her either. I wish I had been able to see gramps again under better circumstances.”

“We better get going brother, everyone is at the house waiting for us to get back.”

“Is Carl at the house?” Carl was his brother, and he was the reason Jordan had left home. They had said some strong words to each other, mean hurtful things that should have never been said.

“Of course he’s there silly.”

“Katie I know everyone is expecting me to come to the house straight from the airport but I really need to go to my hotel to shower and change, it was a very long flight. He had flew in from Japan, sixteen hours on a flight and he was tired, felt gritty, wanted to brush his teeth, and just relax and think for a bit before dealing with his family.

“Alright, I’ll just call mom and let her know we’ll be there in a hour or so.”

“No Katie. You go on back to the house, I’ll be along later. I had already arranged for a rental car when I made my flight plans. I’ll meet you all at the funeral home later after I’ve cleaned up and have a couples hours of sleep.”

Katie looked long and hard at her brother, she could tell that he still harbored feelings about the fight he and Carl had before he left the country. She wanted to go with him, but she knew in her gut that he needed some time alone.

“I’ll tell mom you’ll meet us at the funeral home around seven then.”

He thanked his sister, gave her a kiss on the cheek then left to get his rental car.

As soon as he picked up the car he headed straight for the funeral home. He wanted some private time to say goodbye to his nilüfer escort beloved grandfather without any of the family or friends around.

As he walked down the thickly carpeted aisle tears filled his eyes. He looked the same as he had when Jordan left home. He didn’t know how long he had stood there talking to his grandfather before he became aware that there was someone else in the viewing room with him.

Sitting in chair at the back of the room sat his grandmother. As soon as he noticed her she got up and headed up to see her husband and grandson. She reached up and kissed him, hugging him closely, holding onto him for a long time before releasing her hold on him.

“I knew you would come here first Jordan. I wanted to be here for you when you came.”

He gathered his grandmother gently in his arms, holding her close as he let his tears run the course. When he had finally got his emotions under control he released his grandmother then walked her over to a small alcove so they could talk in private.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here grams. I should have come home sooner, now I can never get back the time I lost with him.”

“You know how much your grandfather and I love you, we both understood why you left and why you stayed away Jordan. We respected your right to live your life the way you wanted without interference from your family. Even your brother finally came to grips with your decision. Carl is truly looking forward to seeing you again Jordan.”

“Grams we said some terrible things to each other, some very hurtful things.”

“Are you saying that you can’t forgive the stupidity of words spoken in the heat of anger, that both of you know were not truly how either of you felt?”

“No. I came to grips with how stupid the fight was between us grams and I’ve never held any bad feelings towards Carl because of how stupid we both were.”

“Good. Now I want the truth Jordan, have you been happy with the decision you made?”

“I was for a time grams, but it didn’t last long before I realized I left a life and family that I loved more then anything in this world.”

She stared at her grandson for sometime, hearing the truth of his words. He had a hard time coming to grips with the life he had before he left his loving family. For years she had felt that they had taken something precious from him and for a long time that guilt consumed her. Her beloved Eddie had finally made her realize that Jordan had always had the freedom to leave, none of the kids had ever been made to feel any different.

“How about giving your old granny a ride home?”

“You staying at the house or at your place grams?”

“Both, but I want to go to my place, I have something to give you that your grandfather wanted you to have.”

He walked her out to his car helping her inside then headed for the little cottage that his grandparents had lived in for as long as he could remember.

“He always told me if he died before I did that I was to make sure you got this.” She handed him a small box, inside the box was his great, great, grandfathers gold pocket watch. It had been handed down from grandfather to the first born grandson for years. Eddie had wanted to give the watch to Jordan when he came back home, but fate had taken that honor from him so it was left up to her to see that her grandson got the much loved watch. He had been waiting for you to come home so he could give this to you.”

His eyes filled with tears again at all the wasted years he had spent away and of all the precious time he had lost with his grandfather.

“You better get back to your hotel son and get some rest.”

He smiled a wicked little smile, looking his grandmother straight in the eyes. “Do I look like I need to rest?”

“Such a wicked boy you are,” she said smiling at him. “You look to be in perfect health my boy.”

“I am grams, very healthy indeed. Want me to show you?”

Her eyes lit up as she smiled knowingly at him. Ten years he had been gone, ten long years his family had been without him. “It’s been a long time Jordan.”

He reached for his grandmother, pulling her tightly in his arms. He kissed the top of her head, holding her closely. “Do you honestly think that I could ever forget grams. Or how many nights I lay in my bed missing all of my family and the closeness we shared?”

“I am rather hungry young man,” she said pressing her hand against the front of his slacks where is cock was already hard and ready.

“Oh no you don’t, it’s been to long since I had me a taste of my grams sweet pussy.” Jordan took his grandmothers hand and led her back to her bedroom where he wasted no time in removing her clothes.

Gravity may have taken it’s toll over the years but she was still a beautiful woman to him. He had always enjoyed the times he spent with his grams, she had the sweetest pussy to eat and she loved to fuck. His cock would always stand to attention when she was around.

Old memories came flooding back as he could clearly see görükle escort his cock sliding in and out of her pussy while his mother or sister rode her face. She did love to eat pussy as much as she loved to fuck. He had only been back in the states for a little over three hours and already he was wanting to get back to the life he had enjoyed sharing with his family since he was eighteen.

His parents and grandparents had never hid their lovemaking from any of the kids, but even when they had wanted to join in, they were forbidden until they turned eighteen. There were many nights of family discussions over the lifestyle they lived. They were told that what they shared or how they felt about each other was not shared by others in life. They had tried to give them all the options of living the so called “normal” life. That didn’t stop the three kids from experimenting for themselves. Many nights and days he and his brother had spent fucking their sister.

On his eighteenth birthday a big family celebration was planned. Jordan hadn’t wanted to wait until that nights celebration to join in his family’s sex play. He had went to visit his grandmother telling her he wanted her to be his first. He had spent the entire morning and afternoon making love to his grandmother.

He lay down beside her kissing her passionately, while his hand was busy playing with her nipple. He leaned down and took the nipple in his mouth and began to suckle gently. He had always had a thing about sucking on the nipples of one of the females in his family. If he wasn’t eating someone’s pussy he wanted a nipple in his mouth.

His slid down between his grandmothers legs, her pussy was smooth shaven as were all the women in his family. He wasted no more time as he buried his face in her pussy. She tasted just as he had remembered all these years. He licked and lapped at her pussy lips, shoving his tongue in deep into her slit.

“You still have a very talented tongue my boy. I have missed how you make my pussy cream and shiver.”

She was squirming all over the bed as he ate her snatch. He had latched onto her clit and was sucking it madly, driving his grandmother nuts as he did.

“I can’t wait any longer Jordan, stick that cock of yours in my pussy and fuck the hell out of me.”

Jordan hurriedly got on his knees lifting her legs up to his shoulders. He didn’t even have to put his cock in her as it found it’s own way into the warm wetness of her snatch. He watched his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, now slick with her juices. He increased his speed shoving his cock in deep, pounding her hard. Her sagging titties were bouncing all around as he pounded her cunt hard with his cock.

“Yes! Harder Jordan, fuck me harder boy, give me all of that cock!”

He felt his orgasm start it’s journey up his shaft as he blew his hot load into his grandmothers waiting pussy. Three hard grunts and he had shot it all into that familiar pussy.

“You still have the sweetest tasting pussy around grams,” he told her kissing her gently.

“Does this mean your home Jordan?”

“Yes grams. I’ve come home to stay. I’ve missed this closeness with my family. That’s why my marriage failed, it just wasn’t satisfying for me grams.”

“The viewing tonight is a private family viewing Jordan, but now that you have seen your grandfather I’m going to cancel it. We can just go out to the main house instead.”

“Alright grams but I have to go to my hotel to shower and change clothes.”

“You can shower here boy, grandma will give you a nice bath then we can go pick up your clothes.”

She was more interested in sucking his cock in the shower then she was of helping him with his shower. It wasn’t long before she sucked him to completion, they dressed and headed to the hotel for him to change clothes and pack his bags.

While he was changing and packing his clothes she had called to cancel the viewing then called the family to tell them they were on the way to the house.

His mother was the first to welcome him home, then his father, sister and finally his brother.

“Welcome home brother, you’ve been gone far to long.”

“Thanks Carl, it’s good to be home again.” Before he could say anything else to his brother his mother told everyone to get into the kitchen for supper. He had forgotten what a great cook his mother was, it was great having a home cooked meal again. After dinner he and his brother finally managed to be alone. Jordan wanted to get everything out in the open before anything else was said or done.

“Look Jordan I know what you’re going to say and there is no need. You were right and I was wrong, it just took me a little longer to admit it to myself.”

“Carl, I meant everything I said to you back then and I still feel the same way. I had to find out things for myself after our argument. Do you still think our parents fucked us up because of the way they live?”

“No. You were right Jordan we had always been given the option to be a part of the family bursa escort or not. You were right when you said we made our own choices I just didn’t see it then.”

“I’m glad Carl, it has always bothered me that you had felt that way. I know being a part of a family that condones and practices incest is not how normal people live. I never understood why you felt that way when we had both been fucking Katie since she was fifteen.”

“Did mom tell you that I got married four years ago?”

“No she didn’t.”

“It lasted all of two years before we got a divorce. It wasn’t her fault, I just wasn’t happy and I felt so fucking guilty every time I’d fuck mom and Katie it was making me crazy.”

“Your marriage lasted longer then mine did, we barely made it a year before I wanted out. It was the same for me, I wasn’t happy and I knew it was because of the life we had lived.”

“Did you blame mom and dad?”

“Never. It never even crossed my mind to blame them Carl. I had made the choice to be a part of this loving family of incest. What I struggled with, was wanting a family of my own. I wanted kids, still do, but I knew that I wouldn’t want them to have to make the same choices we did either. So in that case, I guess you could say that it did fuck with my head.”

“Yea, I know exactly where you’re coming from brother. I finally admitted to myself that I would never be able to give this up no matter how much I might love my wife. I would just have to learn to deal with the guilt I felt.”

“I look at it this way Carl. We have two very loving parents that we have denied the pleasure of having grandchildren to dote on. Plus we would be denying our children the pleasure of having two doting grandparents as well. Most of all we are denying ourselves the privilege of becoming parents. We had many friends who came over when we were younger, many times all of us having someone spend the night and not once did our parents do or say anything to make them think we were anything other then a loving family.”

“That’s true. I hope both of us will find someone whom we will truly love. At least gramps got to fuck them all the night before he died so we know he was happy at least.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, I had me a good romp with gram this afternoon so I’m all horned up.”

Carl smiled at his brother knowing how much their grams loved a good fuck. “So your one step ahead of the rest of us. Not fair at all, you got a head start while everyone else has been sitting around waiting all day.”

“Well I don’t know about you but I’m dying to fuck mom and sis, it has been way to long since I was able to enjoy fucking them. What do you say we go get the family in the mood?”

Jordan walked up to his mother and pulled her into his arms kissing her passionately. He heard his sister yell yippee then saw her out of the corner of his eye stripping off her clothes. He began removing his mothers clothes, stopping long enough to suckle at her breasts once he removed her bra. He pulled her skirt up slipping his hand inside her panties. “Do you still have a cock eating pussy mom?”

“It just likes to have a little dessert now and then son.”

“Mom, your pussy makes a seven course meal out of any cock that gets near it and you know that.” His mother would fuck night and day, twenty four hours a day if the men in her family could keep up with her. His father had always said that his mother was a nymphomaniac and he hadn’t been lying. Katie was almost as bad as their mother was, she would walk in the house and start taking her clothes off yelling at the top of her lungs that she needed a good fuck to whoever might be at home at that point in time.

“Give me that cock boy, I’ve waited long enough to feel it stroking my pussy again.”

She had unzipped his slacks while he was sucking on her nipples, taking his cock out so she could stroke it. He was rock hard and ready to shove his cock deep in his mothers hungry cunt. He turned her around and bent her over the arm of the chair. He pulled her skirt up over her firm ass, then shoved his cock in hard and fast. His mother liked to be fucked with power, she needed a hard fucking until she had came at least twice. After that she liked it nice and slow.

He saw his brother fucking grams, she was bent over one arm of the couch while his cock made short work of her pussy. His father was on the other end of the couch with Katie bent over that arm slamming her pussy hard. Just seeing his whole family fucking each other made his cock surge inside his mother. He had missed this so much and couldn’t wait to get his cock in his sister again.

When his father came he called down to Jordan to get down there and give his sister a good fuck. Carl slipped his cock in his mother taking Jordan’s place at her pussy. Grams went to his father then kneeled down on the floor in front of him taking his cock deep in her throat.

Carl was going at his mother hot and heavy while Jordan pumped his sisters cunt. Grams was making his dad hard again so he could give her a good fucking as well. He fucked his sister for a good ten minutes before telling his brother he wanted to pile them up. Jordan could last forever without letting himself cum once he had his first orgasm. Thanks to the nice fuck he had with grams earlier his cock was staying rock hard.

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The living room was dimly lit. The lights that were on rattled with a steady rhythm, generated by the action that was going on in the room right above me.

It’d been like this for half-an-hour now. Sitting downstairs listening to my sister getting fucked, it had felt almost like three hours. Truth be told, it probably would be three hours before they were done. During that whole time, I would be down here, squirming. With each thrust felt through the house, my sense of humiliation and helplessness grew, and with that, so did my cock. In the short time since my sister started getting fucked, I’d already beat off twice, to no relief. Each time I relieved myself, my frustrated arousal only came back twice as hard, and the fact that I had came by my own hand twice, while Luke had been fucking my sister the entire time and probably wasn’t even near cumming, only added to my shame.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up into the darkness, imagining what it must have looked like in my sister’s room. I could see my sister’s bra laying just on the top step. I didn’t know if she’d left it there on purpose to tease me, or if it had been ripped off and forgotten in the heat of the moment. Either way, I know I wanted it, but Luke had given me specific instructions; put one foot on the stairway, and I’d be fucking sorry. For a brief moment, I wondered if maybe I could sneak to the top of the stairs, beat off with the bra, and then put it back before anyone noticed. I had even begun to start walking, but a scream from my sister startled me, and I quickly went back to the couch, frustrated and humiliated.

The thrusting grew quieter. I knew they weren’t done. I could envision Krystal on her knees in front of Luke, giving close attention to his cock, hungrily licking it up-and-down. Finally, she would take his cock in her mouth. She might try to do it slowly at first, trying to decide how many inches she can fit in her little mouth before it’s completely full, but Luke wouldn’t give her time for that. He’d just start facefucking her, getting his cock as far back into her mouth as he can. I thought about Krystal’s red görükle escort lips spread over his dick, muffled moans emitting from her mouth as she gets used to being fucked there. I wondered if my little sister had ever given a blowjob before.

I scavenged through the laundry room, looking for something, anything, to help satisfy me. Krystal had known Luke was coming over a week in advance. I didn’t know until he told my yesterday. Surpisingly, it wasn’t arousal that hit me when I first heard the news, it was more like anger. Of course Luke had always talked about fucking my sister, and yes, I had beat off to the thought of it more than once. He’d even gotten me into this habit of “borrowing” clothes from her out of the laundry. The deal was that I would bring her underwear to him, let him use them to beat off with, and maybe, if I did a good job, he’d let me use them afterwards. But that was one thing; actually coming into my house while my parents were gone and fucking Krystal was another. Hell, I hadn’t even know that they’d been talking! I can still remember driving home, mad as hell at Luke for taking it too far, but even angrier at Krystal for allowing it to happen. The game had gone on long enough, I thought. This was no longer a fun little secret. This was about to enter my home.

There I was, marching towards my front door, ready to go off on Krystal. I was thinking about what I would say to her in order to sound like the responsible adult and convince her of the evils of promiscuity and blah blah blah, it never happened. I opened the door, and there Krystal, laying on the couch with her bare feet on the table, cell phone-in-hand. She looked up at me and gave me that cute, mischievous little grin of hers.

“Hi, big brother,” she said. I could hear the snarky tone in her voice when she called me, “big brother.”

“Krystal…”

“I’m texting, Luke,” she said, and looked back down at her phone. She wiggled her toes in a not-so-obviously sexual way.

I tried to tap into some of that anger that I had earlier, but I found it had all melted away, replaced by a feeling karacabey escort of helplessness. Here I was, defenseless against my little sister. Luke was no doubt telling her all the things he was planning on doing to her, and he may have even revealed a few secrets about me. True, Luke had been the one to put me up to stealing Krystal’s underwear, but he had a way with words, and I knew he could easily make it sound like I was the freak. Hell, wasn’t I? For Luke, it was just another girl, but for me, it was my sister.

“Do you like my feet?” Krystal asked in that playful voice of hers. I suddenly realized I’d been absent-mindedly staring at her feet for a while now.

“Do you want to touch them?” She asked, giggling under her breath a little.

Some big brother I turned out to be. I’d never felt so small in my life, rubbing Krystal’s feet while she sexted Luke.

But that was nothing compared to what I was feeling now. Despite all my searching, I couldn’t find one bit of clothing belonging to Krystal. This wasn’t something she would have the foresight to do on her own. Luke had to have told her to bring all her stuff upstairs. Damn him. It wasn’t enough for him to humiliate me by fucking my sister while I sit downstairs and listen, no, he had to make sure to deny me of anything that could make it more pleasurable for me.

Why did it turn me on so much?

Hours passed. I lost count of how many times I jerked off, but my erection always came back when I thought about Krystal and Luke changing positions, him forcing her to explore new territories, turning her into a little slut. Or was she already a slut? Regardless, I could tell by her moans and occasional screams that she was enjoying him. For a brief moment, a sickening thought entered my brain; if I had the chance to fuck her, would I be able to please her like Luke can? I pushed the idea out of my head, but despite how disgusting it was, it was also fiercely arousing.

I was on the couch masturbating, the same spot Krystal had sit in while I rubbed her feet, when the thrusting finally stopped. All mudanya escort was quiet and still in the house. The clock was on the floor now, knocked off by the shaking. It said 4:12 AM. They lasted for one more hour than I thought they would.

I heard my sister’s door open. I quickly pulled my pants back up. It was a reflex action. Luke had already invaded my personal life and humiliated me beyond belief. The embarrassment of being caught could never compare to what had happened that night.

He marched right down the stairs. I almost thought he was going to leave without even addressing me, but as he put his hand on the door, he turned his head and looked at me.

“Your little sister is an awesome fuck, dude,” He told me. I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the way he said it, like we were just two guys talking about some random girl.

“I’m glad you liked her,” I spoke the truth. When I did a good job, I usually got rewarded somehow.

“Yeah, she was a fucking animal! I thought I’d have to break her in, you know, but she just kept coming at me…are you sure she was a virgin? She really knew what she was doing with her tongue.”

I shrugged. Luke laughed.

“Whatever, she sure as hell isn’t a virgin now! She passed out on the bed almost as soon as she came. I guess she finally ran out of energy.”

“That’s cool,” I mumbled, not sure what else to say.

“Oh, and don’t even fucking think about going up there and seeing what she looks like. She’s sprawled out naked on her bed, but you’re not allowed to see her like that. Only I am. If I found out you disobeyed, I fucking…”

“Don’t worry. I won’t, I swear,” I was telling the truth. I would obey like I always had. Luke seemed to be able to tell, and the air of hostility vanished.

“Well, I gotta get home. Tell Krystal she was a great fuck. See ya, cock bitch,”

He left, and I was there alone. I thought about Krystal laying on her bed naked, recovering from Luke’s fuck. Suddenly, it dawned on me how tired I was. I climbed up the stairs, heading for my room. The bra was no longer there. Luke must have taken it with me. It seems like something he would do. I walked passed Kelsey’s door, making sure not to look inside.

“Good night, cock bitch,” I heard her say, her voice exhausted.

“Good night, Krystal,” I responded, totally defeated.

I closed my door behind me. I must have jacked off until morning.

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“Shepard!” Liara exclaimed, so shocked she thought she might lose the link with Benezia. “What are you-“

Liara’s words ended abruptly, replaced by a satisfied moan as Shepard’s tongue slid from the folds of her head down her neck. She felt cool air hit her chest as Shepard’s hands pulled the thin bodysuit open, revealing her perky breasts to her mother, who just stood there with a devious smirk as she observed. Shepard’s tongue continued to trail its way down her shoulders and back as the bodysuit also slid its way down. Liara looked back and down at Shepard, but felt a hand take her chin and direct her gaze forward again. Her mother’s loving face filled her vision and she found herself kissing Benezia again. Any concerns the link would break were gone now. If anything, with Shepard part of the experience now, it felt even stronger and more intense.

Liara found her kisses with Benezia being intermittently interrupted by her own small gasps as her mother squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples between her fingers. Shepard had meanwhile moved back up and was placing gentle kisses upon her neck and shoulders. The human woman’s hair felt incredibly soft against the back of her head folds, sometimes even ticklish. Liara couldn’t believe what was happening to her: both her lover and her mother pleasuring her at the same time. It felt so intense, and she knew full well that they hadn’t even touched her most sensitive spot yet.

“My turn,” Shepard said smoothly from over Liara’s shoulder, and Liara found herself being spun around to face the human woman she adored so much. Shepard wasted no time in pressing her soft, pink lips against Liara’s while her hands roamed over her soft skin. While Liara and Shepard were making-out, Benezia used the time to sway and slide the rest of her dress from her hips and to the ground, then remove her boots and kick them aside. The only thing the Matriarch now wore was a small, black pair of panties. She returned to her daughter, this time being the one who placed kisses across her smooth shoulders and neck. She reached around and pulled Liara against her, cupping her daughter’s soft blue breasts in her palms and massaging them gently.

Shepard’s lips and tongue slid away from Liara’s and the Commander winked at her lover and descended, kissing Liara’s chest on the way. Liara watched Shepard reach her stomach, then felt one hand of Benezia’s leave one of her breasts and turn her head. Her nose bumped her mother’s, whose face peeked over her left shoulder. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, and while it was slightly awkward given the angle their lips and tongues began to slide against each other once more. Benezia’s hands returned to their massaging and Liara felt Shepard lifting her right leg up and the boot upon it being slid off. The same thing happened to the left boot a few moments later. Cool air touched Liara’s thighs and legs as Shepard peeled off the last portion of the bodysuit, leaving Liara in the same state of dress as her mother.

As Shepard began to kiss and lick up Liara’s legs and thighs, the younger asari seemed to ignore the fact that she no longer felt her mother’s touch. There was a clunking sound behind her and before she could turn to investigate her mother had grabbed her from behind again. Just as Shepard’s mouth was about to make it to her most sensitive spot, she was pulled backwards away from the Commander and found herself sitting on her mother’s lap. Looking down she realized that they were sitting on the bench Benezia had been strapped to, and what the noise must have been was her mother setting it back to its horizontal position and turning it around sideways.

It was now Shepard’s turn to disrobe, as the Commander unfastened and removed her fatigues in front of the two asari. She did it slowly, swaying seductively as she did and never taking her eyes off Liara for a moment. All the while Benezia kissed and licked Liara’s neck and shoulders and softly squeezed her breasts and nipples. “By the Goddess, Shepard! You are beautiful!” Liara remarked once Shepard was down to her bra and panties.

Shepard laughed, and Liara felt a pang of disappointment when the Commander stopped there, wondering if her comment was the cause of it somehow. Shepard slinked over to Liara and the asari soon found that the disappointment she had just felt was about to be remedied. Shepard leaned down and placed her hands on Liara’s hips, then hooked two fingers into Liara’s panties. The young asari felt paralyzed as Shepard worked them down her legs and onto the floor. Shepard then kneeled down at the foot of the bench, her hands moving to Liara’s thighs. The human slowly spread Liara’s legs open as she leaned forward, fully revealing the glistening azure folds between them. Liara’s breathing had quickened by a significant amount and she still couldn’t move. Even her mother had briefly stopped tending to her upper half to just watch and wait.

Shepard moved her face bursa üniversiteli escort in towards Liara’s center slowly, her mouth opening more the closer she got and her tongue slowly extending. She couldn’t help but note how similar to human women asari were even in this case, wondering briefly if that was always the way or if it was an evolution they developed when coming across multi-gendered races. Just as she was about to make contact Shepard stopped, noting Liara’s slight jump and inhale just at the same moment. Not moving further she looked up at Liara and smiled at the look on her lover’s face, then poked out her tongue again and leaned in.

Liara jerked and gasped as Shepard’s tongue touched her moist, slightly parted blue folds. At first Shepard gently ran the tip of her tongue up them gently and softly a couple of times, but the third time contact was made she pressed her tongue further inside. Liara bucked and Shepard felt her lover’s lower lips squeezing around her tongue.

The damp warmth surrounding it was incredible, and Shepard noticed Liara tasted sweeter than a human woman did. Her tongue also seemed to tingle slightly, and as she loved it around she felt what seemed like tiny bumps massaging it, which only tingled more as they rubbed. Removing her tongue, Shepard opened Liara’s folds wider with her fingers to examine the details of an asari’s sex closer, and did indeed find some tiny, smooth protruding bumps there. No wonder everybody loves the asari! the Spectre thought as her tongue still tingled slightly and she realized how stimulating these two new discoveries could be when combined.

Shepard looked up at Liara, who was now panting down at her with flushed cheeks as Benezia played with her breasts. Smiling up at them, the human woman was about to dive in for another taste when she realized something. The way Benezia and Liara were positioned with the latter on her mother’s lap could allow her to service both of them fairly easily. Smiling devilishly, Shepard grasped Benezia’s panties and began to slide them down, exposing the Matriarch’s own sex directly below her daughter’s. Aside from being a bit darker and a little larger, they looked very similar. “We have a saying on Earth: kill two birds with one stone,” Shepard told them. “It means to basically achieve two goals with one action. I’m going to do slight twist on it, and thrill two birds with one tongue.”

Not allowing the asari to respond, Shepard immediately leaned in and pressed her tongue into Benezia’s blue slit, making the Matriarch gasp and shudder. With a large, upward slurp Shepard ran her tongue up through Benezia’s moistening warmth and up into Liara’s, which was no more than a couple of inches above it. Both asari began to made small noises of pleasure as Shepard repeated the process over and over.

With Shepard’s mouth working magic down below, Liara barely felt her mother’s lips peck her cheek, but she still heard her mother’s voice when whispering softly and lovingly from over her shoulder. Their mental connection meant she knew what her mother was saying before she even said it, but hearing the words made all the difference given the words and meaning.

“Oh, my sweet, adorable Liara,” Benezia cooed. “You really have grown up into a beautiful young woman. I’m so proud of you. I know we haven’t been close lately, but you were still my daughter and I’ve always loved you. And now I find myself sharing an even deeper love than before. Can you feel it? Can you feel my love, Liara?”

“Yes, mother,” Liara let out between heavy gasps. “By the Goddess, yes!”

“Good darling,” Benezia breathed and she kissed her daughter’s flushed cheek again. “I want you to. I want to make up for the years we’ve spent apart, where I neglected you. I want to give you all the love I can. I want to tend to your every need and desire.”

“Oh, mother!” Liara gasped, shuddering at the words as much as what was going on between her legs.

“I want to pleasure you, my ravishing Liara. I want to send ecstasy coursing through your entire body so powerful you can’t imagine it. I want to make you call my name out in desire and I want to feel you shuddering from my touches. I want to explore your supple young body all over until I’ve been everywhere at least a dozen times. I want to feel your wet warmth around my fingers as they stimulate you deeply. I want to taste your essence right from the source and feel it slide down my throat. I want to feel your tongue pressed deep within me and let you savor the juices within.”

“Mother!” Liara called out. “What you say, mother. It’s so wrong!” Liara then turned and gazed into her mother’s eyes and both could see the intense lust in each other’s stare. “But by The Goddess, does it feel so right!” Liara finished.

Mother and daughter’s mouths sucked onto each other and the sounds they made together weren’t too different from the ones coming from escort bayan between their legs as Shepard’s tongue maintained its frenzied onslaught. After a few moments they parted, their foreheads and noses still pressed together as they gasped breaths into each other’s mouths. After gathering her breath a little, Benezia reached down and touched Shepard on the head softly. “Commander, if you wouldn’t mind postponing things down there for a moment, I’d like a moment with my beautiful daughter.”

Shepard paused for a moment before removing her tongue from Liara and licking her lips. She looked up at the two of them and waited, and Benezia looked deeply into Liara’s eyes and spoke. “I want to be your first, Liara,” she said, this time with a voice of deep love rather than the one of heated lust just moments ago. “I want to be the first one two send you over the edge and beyond your pleasure threshold. I know you wanted Shepard to have that honor, but if you don’t mind, I would like to do it.”

With their minds linked Benezia knew her daughter’s answer almost immediately, but seeing tears form in her large blue eyes and a smile form on her lips warmed her heart greatly. “I love you, mother,” Liara said. “I want this. Send me out of this world with pleasure, like you brought me into it.”

Benezia stroked Liara’s cheek and smiled back, before pulling her daughter into another kiss. This one was softer and more loving, rather than the fevered hunger of before. Benezia’s hand drifted from Liara’s face and down her neck, then trailed down between her breasts towards her stomach. Liara felt the light, tingling sensation of her mother’s fingers working their way down her body. She broke their kiss with a gasp when she felt her mother’s fingers gentle cup the sensitive skin between her legs.

Shepard had stood back up and stepped back, simply watching mother and daughter with fascination and one hand tucked down the front of her panties. “This is where you’re aching, isn’t it, Liara?” Benezia said huskily. “Don’t worry, my sweet, beautiful daughter. Mother will rub it and make it feel much better.”

Benezia’s hand slowly moved over Liara’s sex, sliding up and down across the slick skin that was already partially lubricated thanks to the attention Shepard’s tongue had given earlier. Liara’s breathing began to quicken as she looked down, just as much from the fact it was her mother’s hand as from the act itself. One of her hands moved to her own breast to toy with it while the other reached back to hold her mother’s face. Eventually Benezia’s fingers parted at the center, still moving as the action parted Liara’s azure folds. “Are you ready, my darling?” Benezia whispered against Liara’s cheek. “I want to enter you.”

“Yes, mother,” Liara said with heavy breath. “I want to feel your fingers inside me.”

Benezia smiled and kissed her daughter’s cheek, then brought the two busy middle fingers together and slowly eased them between the moist lips between Liara’s legs. Liara gasped as and arched her back as she felt her mother’s slither inside, then made an adorable cooing noise that grew into a higher-pitched exhale of pleasure. “You’re so wet and tight, my darling child,” Benezia said softly as she began to slowly pump the fingers inside Liara. “I’m so glad I’m going to be the first one to bring you to climax. You are so sexy and gorgeous, and you’re mine.”

“Oh, mother!” Liara squeaked, bucking and letting out little squeals now and then. Liara looked ahead to see Shepard stop tending to herself so that she could reach around and unclip her bra. The beautiful human’s eyes met with the young asari and both were transfixed on each other while Shepard removed the garment and then reached down to slide her panties off as well, leaving her naked like the two blue beauties before her. “Oh, Shepard!” Liara said. “I’ve never felt so- This is too much! By the Goddess, I think I’m going to-!”

Liara arched her back against Benezia, letting out a yell of unrestrained pleasure following by a wavering cry of “Mother!” Benezia made a satisfied noise as she felt her daughter orgasm into her hand, which became increasingly warm and slippery with Liara’s juices that squirted against it before trickling down and sending a pleasant tingling sensation across and through her own nether regions. As her daughter began to soften up and press limply against her body, Benezia cooed softly to her between pecks against her blooming cheeks.

The sight of Liara upon Benezia’s lap being brought to the very height of pleasure by her own mother was almost too much for Shepard, whose fingers immediately dived between her own legs, while those on the other hand caressed across her own skin sensually. Benezia smiled at the human before her’s actions, then her attention returned to her daughter when she noticed Liara’s eyes beginning to flutter half-open. “Oh, my beautiful Liara,” Benezia said softly followed by a kiss to Liara’s escort bursa temple. “I love you so much. You’re like a perfect Thessian cream pie. On the outside you’re soft, smooth and delicate, and on the inside you’re sticky, warm and sweet. And on top of it all, you’re good enough to eat.”

Liara’s vision was a bit hazy, but she could make out her mother’s hand coming into view and rising towards them slowly. As it got closer she noticed it was glistening with wet sticky liquid and she couldn’t help but widen her eyes just a little as she saw her mother bring the fingers closer to her mouth. Liara watched silently as Benezia extended her long, dark tongue to capture a gooey droplet ready to fall from her wrist, then run it up into her palm before making a satisfied slurp. “Mmmmmmm… delicious!” Benezia commented. “You’re sweet in more ways than one, my little blue cream pie.” Benezia’s smile vanished and a look of heavy-lidded lust replaced it as she moved her hand closer to Liara’s face. “Would you like to taste your own heavenly nectar for yourself?”

Liara looked into her mother’s gazing eyes and then to the bedewed fingers before her. Before she wouldn’t have even dreamed of tasting the sticky product of her own sexual excitement and found the idea revolting to say the least. But after what she’d been through, seeing her mother’s beautiful face staring into her soul with sexual heat and her own love juice smeared over her elegant fingers sent feelings and sensations that were almost the opposite instead. Liara’s own expression mirrored that of her mother’s and she extended her tongue, running it along the underside of the two fingers that had been within her and then taking the digits into her mouth entirely to gently suck on them.

Seeing and feeling her daughter’s mouth suckling at her fingers sent an erotic warmth through Benezia, who encouraged her daughter with soft sounds and words of approval. It didn’t take long for Liara to clean off her mother’s hand, leaving it now wet with only her saliva. “You didn’t save any more for me. After all, just one taste isn’t enough to satisfy,” Benezia mockingly chided. “It doesn’t matter though. I prefer to eat from the source directly anyway.”

Liara felt Benezia lean back against the bench, while keeping her sitting upright by holding her shoulders. Liara looked back and down at Benezia, who smirked and ran her hands from Liara’s shoulders down her sides to her hips. With her mother’s gentle encouragement, Liara pulled her legs back up onto the bench and under herself, and then Benezia guided her daughter’s hips back towards her face until her they were right above it. Liara’s head and shoulders were still largely where they had started, as she propped herself up on her hands, leaning above her mother’s hips.

Liara knew what was coming. The thought excited her, but at the same time she was still tingling and throbbing down below somewhat from Benezia’s capable fingers. She didn’t know how she was going to handle having even more pleasure being applied while she was still so sensitive down there. Still, she barely hesitated long before slowly lowering her still dripping sex towards her waiting mother’s mouth. She let out a slight gasp as she felt Benezia’s firm, yet soft, tongue press against her skin just beneath her navel, and these gasps became more frequent as it slid further and the pleasure grew with each millimeter.

While Benezia took her time and things seemed in a hazy slow-motion to both asari, it wasn’t long until her tongue scooped through her daughter’s azure folds, coating it and her lips with the warm fluids of Liara’s arousal and sending a jolt right to Liara’s core that caused her to yelp and throw her head backwards. Benezia repeated the process over and over, stimulating Liara so much she thought her heart would beat right out of her chest and she’d literally explode from between her legs and die from it. She bit her lower lip, squeezing her eyes and calling out either for the Goddess or her mother now and then. After a while she collapsed back forward down onto her hands and opened her eyes, looking down to see her mother’s own sex directly beneath her chin.

Almost like an instinct she reacted, lowering her face down upon it and extending her own tongue. Unlike her mother who had gently teased her softly and slowly and adopted a very sensual, gentle approach, Liara just dove in, pressing her tongue in suddenly as deep as she could and slicing it through Benezia’s folds. She immediately felt her mother jump beneath her and felt the next application of her mother’s tongue on her own loins interrupted and replaced by a gush of warm breath against it instead, followed with her name being sighed.

Liara smiled, though didn’t stop the ravenous devouring of her mother’s sex. She immediately enjoyed the taste, noticing it to be richer than that of her own and with a hint of something she couldn’t quite describe. She felt Benezia continue to orally pleasure her back, but it was far more intermittent than it had started, and again Liara heard her name being moaned and sighed every so often. Liara soon noticed another presence close to her head, and stopped briefly to look up. “May I join in? Or is this a meal for just one?” Shepard asked from mere inches away.

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My Father the Ob/Gyn: My Daughter the Pregnant Slut

Part 1: The very next morning

Both Dr. Smith and his daughter Victoria awaken from the most erotic dream either of them have ever had.

I cannot believe it was all a dream. It felt so real, so life-like, and so… good. What am I saying? It was a dream about my father and I fucking while he was suppose to be examining me. I must be sick to have such wicked dreams. Oh God, and today we have to go down there to the clinic. If I was nervous last night, then now after that dream, I am terrified. How will I face him, and how can I go through with the examination with that dream in my head? I don’t know. But I need to get in that shower and get ready.

Have I gone crazy? I’m dreaming about violating and taking advantage of my little girl, when she most needs me. I need to get that dream out of my head and quick. God, how am I going to make it through the examination? I won’t be able to resist her sweet young cunt exposed to my eyes and my touch. NO, NO, you sick bastard. That’s your daughter, and you need to get over it. Damn, I need to take a crap. I hope nobody is in the restroom.

Damn someone is taking a shower. KNOCK, KNOCK

“Hold on I’m in here taking a shower.”

“Victoria its me daddy, listen I need to come and use the restroom. It is an emergency,” I hastily reply trying to hold it in.

“Oh, ok daddy, come in.” I say nervously after getting images of last night’s dream upon hearing his voice. “I’ll stay inside the shower till you finish.”

“Ok thanks sweetie,” I reply to my daughter as I bolt to the toilet and take care of business. “I’ll try to not be long sweetie.”

“Ok daddy, take your time.”

Wow, she is right behind that curtain, only feet from me, fully naked all wet and lathered up in soap. I wonder if her body looks as delicious and tempting as it did in my dream. I wonder if she shaves her cunt like she had in my dream. Yah baby, wash your body for daddy. Wash your dirty cunt so daddy can examine it. Oh man that dream is getting to me. I am such a pervert. But I can’t help it. Here I am with my pants down and her naked body behind that curtain. I can’t help it but I need to stop.

“Victoria please take your time. It’s going to be longer than I thought,” I shout to her over the cascading shower as I start rubbing my hard cock to the slight silhouette of my naked daughter’s body. “I should not of ate those chili dogs last night,” I tell her as an excuse.

“Its ok daddy take your time,” I shout back to him over the cascading shower still not being able to remove the dream from my head. I better clean myself really good. I would not want my daddy to examine a dirty smelly cunt. Gosh there he is right on the other side of this curtain. I wonder if I am going to be able to stop from getting aroused when I open up for daddy. I am so scared, and yet so turned on. Mmmmm this soap towel feels so good on my cunt. Ohhh so do my fingers. Mmmm yes, just like daddy fingered me last night in my dream. Oh yes two fingers, mmmmmm. Yes, three fingers, OH GOD yes. It feels so good. I wish you could see me daddy, I wish you would rip that curtain off and see me finger fucking my cunt right in front of you.

Oh man I’m such a pervert. Here I am stroking my cock in the same room with my daughter. I don’t know if I can make it today. What if I get a hard on, what if I cannot resist when I stick my fingers in her cunt. Ooooo, this feels good. I wish you could see me Victoria, I wish you would sneak around that curtain and see daddy stroking his cock right in front of you. I wish you would then come out here and kneel before daddy and take my cock into your cute, small, delicious mouth. Mmmmmm

Oh God yes, this feels so good. I never knew masturbating in the same room as my dad would turn me on so much. Ohhhhhhhh yes.

Oh God yes, I can’t stop from stroking it. She is right in front of me and I am masturbating right in front of her. Ooooooo God yeah.

Yeesssss, Yeessss daddy your fingers feel so good inside me. Yeessss, Yeessss, daddy examine my pussy deeper, harder, faster. I let out a soft moan as I release.

Mmmm yeah, Mmmmm yeah, I am going to spurt all over your face Victoria. I am going to make you my little cum slut. Oohhhhhh shit, Oohhhhhh, yeah AAHhhhhhh. I let out a soft grunt as I release.

Oh man what am I doing. I just finger fucked myself in the same room as my dad. I can’t take it anymore. It’s getting to me, I wont be able to control myself at his clinic. Maybe I should just tell him. Maybe I should just tell him about my dream and how I’ve been so turned on ever since. How I just masturbated, practically in front of him. How I want him to fuck his little girl. NO, NO stop it. I need to stop it. It was a dream and nothing more. He would kill me and disown me if he heard me talking like this.

Damn look at this mess. Cum everywhere. bursa eskort I am really going to hell for this one. Stroking my cock and cumming everywhere while my 18 year-old daughter is in the room. If I did this, I know I won’t be able to contain myself at the clinic. You pervert you need to get that dream out of your head. It will never happen. She would hate me forever if she discovered what I’ve been thinking, and doing, God I’m so ashamed. I need to get out of here.

“Victoria I am done, I’ll be waiting for you at the breakfast table,” I tell her as I exit the bathroom.

“Oh ok daddy, I’ll meet you there,” I reply to him. “Save me some orange juice,” I tell him as I finish wiping my cunt, wondering how I am going to look at him in the eyes at the breakfast table.

Part II: At the breakfast table

“Ah hi daddy, did you save some orange juice for me.” I blurt upon entering the kitchen, trying to avoid direct eye contact. “Where is mom, I heard her waking me up. Is she gone already?”

“Yes Victoria, she has already left. Look, I think that everything going on with the pregnancy and college is going to take time to get used to,” I ramble as she eats her eggs with her head down as to avoid eye contact with me. She wears a low cut blouse that exposes her beautiful, luscious, and succulent breasts as she bends over to eat her eggs. She also wears a short skirt as she often does. I almost get lost and forget what I am saying until I snap out of it.

“I love you a lot and I know that within time everything will be back on schedule with college. Even though your having a baby, you will still attend ok?”

“Yes I understand,” I reply as I bravely pick my head up to meet his eyes. I think my face might have flushed with red from embarrassment about being pregnant, going to my daddy for a physical, and worst of all, the dream that I had the previous night.

“Thank you daddy, that really means a lot to me. I knew you would be there for me,” I tell him graciously, upset with myself with all my nasty thoughts, and not to mention masturbating in front of him. Here my dad is helping me out, pouring his heart out to me and in return all I can do is have erotic thoughts about him. I have sunk so low that I have even put on a low cut blouse and short skirt in an attempt to turn him on. I am so ashamed. I should go change and put something less revealing.

“Daddy, will you excuse me,” I say as I get up from the table.

“Where are you going Victoria? Did I upset you? Was it something I said?”

“Oh no, not at all daddy, I just decided that I should change outfits”.

“But why, I like that outfit, you look perfect,” I complement her, secretly begging that she not change her outfit. She looks adorable and slutty at the same time as she stands there in front of me.
“Besides, we need to get going.”

“Oh ok daddy, if you insist,” I reply surprisingly. Never before did he approve of these types of outfits until now. Maybe it did work, maybe he is turned on by me. Maybe the dream will come true. What am I thinking? Only in my dreams.

What a coincidence. She is wearing the same type of slutty outfit she had in my dream. Maybe she wants daddy to see her as a slut. Hey maybe, just maybe my dream will come true. Yeah right. Only in my dreams.

Part III: The car ride

I see her closing and locking the front door as I wait for her in the car. God she is beautiful. I never before had seen my daughter in this light until now. Maybe it was the fact she was having sex, or maybe that I was about to take her to my office, and have her lying naked on a table in front of me, or maybe it was the dream. I don’t know but something had changed. She dropped the keys. MMMM she is bending down to pick them up. Oh God, I can see her white cotton panties, and her sexy full ass trying to escape them. Here she comes walking towards the car. Her tits bounce slightly with every step she takes in an attempt to escape her low cut blouse. Oh, man I can’t control myself. She is getting in the car. First she puts in her bare leg enticing me, tempting me. Her tits flop as she sits. She closes the door and smiles at me.

“You lock up Victoria?” I say to her quickly.

“Yes daddy, all locked up. Hope I did not take long.”

“Not at all,” I reply to her trying to pick up my leg a bit to conceal my raging hard on.

I noticed he was trying to conceal his hard-on as we drove off. I could not believe how big the bulge was, and most importantly how did it get there. Was he just as turned on as I was about our visit to the clinic? Maybe the outfit is working. What if I raise my skirt up a bit?

“Victoria I know that our visit to the clinic is a bit awkward,” I mention as I glance over and notice that her skirt has scrunched up her thigh. God her leg looks so irresistibly young and tender, just like in my dream. I place my hand on bursa merkez escort her thigh as I nervously say, “What goes on in there is strictly between doctor and patient alright.”

“I am going to be seeing you and performing some tests that might be a little uncomfortable because of the fact that I’m your father.”

“Well, I must admit I have been a bit nervous,” I admit to him as the touch of his hand makes my thigh tingle with excitement. I knew that no man could resist me, not even my father. I grab his hand, pick it up, kiss it and put it back on my thigh a little higher.
“I did not now what to expect.” I say as I slide his hand even higher on my thigh inches away from my pulsating cunt.

Mmmmmm her soft thigh feels so good. It feels so tender, soft, and looks young and tasty.

“Well, ah thanks for telling me your concerns Victoria. I figured you might be a little nervous. Are there any questions that I can answer to ease your mind?” I remark as I rub her thigh up and down in the most innocent and discreet way. God it feels so wonderful. I want to go further until my hand is on her. I want to examine her right here, right now.
And she keeps on inching my hand up her thigh. Maybe she wants me to touch her, maybe she wants daddy to finger her tiny cunt right here, right now.

“Only question I have is, how long is it going to take.” I unconsciously reply, only paying attention to his hand so close to my cunt. God I am so hot and horny. I know I want my dream to come true. Please daddy, please don’t remove your hand. Please touch me, molest me, show me what you’re going to do to me at the clinic. Oh God I am so wet.

“Well it all depends on you,” I tell her as I ease even further up her thigh. “If you’re a good girl we’ll be done in about an hour.” God, my hand is so close to her. I can feel her panties. Yes, I can feel her cotton panties on my finger. Did she just part her legs? She has her hand on top of mine, as if she doesn’t want me to remove it. Maybe she wants me to touch right here, right now.

“Daddy?” I speak.

“Yes sweetie?” I nervously reply as I feel her rubbing my hand with her as if to direct it upwards.

“Are you going to, ah, ah put your finger in me?” I ask with a red face.

“Ah, well, ah, I wouldn’t put it in those words but yeah something like that,” I reply shocked and embarrassed with her question.

“But wont it be weird touching me in my private because you’re my father.” I ask him, feeling his hand so close to my cunt, caressing it as to encourage it to move upwards. His hand on me, and the conversation has me totally lost in sexual bliss and lust, to the point of no control. My cunt starts to release its sweet love juice, wetting my cotton panties.

“Ah, no, Victoria, ah no, no it wont be ah weird because, because I am a doctor,” I stutter, shocked and paralyzed to the fact that I can slightly feel her panties. I can’t believe this. What’s that smell? Is it her? Yes, it is. It smells like sex. It smells like her sex. Is she wet? Is that moisture I feel on my hand? Yes, oh my God it is. Her cunt juice is flowing to my hand. She wants me to finger her. She wants to be a slut for daddy, Oh God, is my dream coming true?

“I’ve examined many women baby, and I am used to it,” I proclaim as I subconsciously and in full bliss and lust raise my hand towards her cunt and resting two of my fingers on her wet panties. Trying to maintain my concentration on the road I sinfully, and lightly run my finger across her wet protruding cunt through her cotton panties.

His hand is on me. His hand is on my cunt. Oh I can’t resist it. I can’t resist my daddy’s fingers. They feel so good!!

“Daddy?” “Your ah, your ah finger is ah, oh God, its touching me on my, ah,” I try to say but cant because of my lustful, blissful state. I grab his hand as to give him permission to violate me. Urging him to molest me.

“Here daddy, here daddy show me what your going to do to me so I won’t be so nervous,” I nervously ask with a scratchy, scared voice as I pull my white cotton panties to the side and part my legs a bit, and take his fingers and direct them over my wet, juicy cunt hole.

“But, but, Victoria, what are you doing, not here, not now, this is not right, I’m your father, you’re my daughter,” I warn her, petrified, not being able to stop her as she runs my fingers over her soft, young cunt, spreading her wetness. My cock exploding with heat, and my mind confused trying to drive and dealing with the fact that my hand is on my little girls cunt.

“Mmmmm, but your not my daddy remember. You said you’re my doctor mmmmm, so it shouldn’t be a problem,” I insist as I lose myself in pure bliss and ecstasy, helping his hands maneuver around my cunt. OH God I can’t believe this is happening, my dream is coming true, my dream is coming true!!

Oh God I can’t believe what she bursa sınırsız escort is doing to me. She wants me to finger her. God she is such a slut, such a dirty slut. But oh this feels so good, I have to do it, I can’t resist her, she makes me so hard. I stick two fingers in her tiny cunt, making her moan loud.

Mmmmm yeah that’s right moan like a slut baby, moan like a slut. My dream is coming true, my dream is coming true!!

“Oh gosh daddy, is that what your going to do to me at the clinic,” I ask him while he has two fingers inside me while still driving. That’s not scary at all, it didn’t hurt either, and actually it feels so good. Don’t stop daddy aahhhhhhh, show me more show me more” I insist as I spread wide for him, putting one leg on his lap, and the other up high on the dashboard. God I’m such a slut.

I try to keep some of my attention on the road. I continue to finger fuck my daughter’s cunt. I glance over and there she is with her skirt all the way on her waist, her leg on my lap, and the other spread wide on the dashboard. Her face has an orgasmic, painful look. Her eyes are closed, she is biting her lip, and her head is tilted backwards. With one hand she pulls to the side her cum drenched white cotton panties. I keep my eyes on the road while I stab her faster and harder.

“Ohhh yes daddy, I mean Dr., yes don’t stop, keep going, don’t stop yesssss,” I plead to him as I lose myself.

“Oh Victoria, oh Victoria, what am I doing? We cant, we cant do this. Your so, your so soft, so wet, so, Oh God!”

“Mmmmmm yes put another one in me, put three fingers in me Dr. Please, please, don’t stop,” I beg my father as I meet the thrusts of his three fingers sliding in and out my wet tiny cunt. I hear his words of disagreement, but feel his actions of total agreement.

“Oh God Victoria, oh I can’t wait to lay you down on that examining table. Your such a slut baby, your such a dirty slut. I can’t believe I’m ramming three fingers into your cunt, my 18-year old daughter, my own flesh and blood. God this is wrong, this is wrong Victoria!!!!”

“Yes daddy, it is wrong, but I know you want me, I can see your hot bulge trying to escape your pants, the way you’ve been fixating your eyes on my tits, my ass, my ooooooo daddy, yes don’t stop!!!”

We arrive at my office. I take my fingers out of my daughter’s cunt to turn off the ignition.

“Daddy no, why did you stop?” I ask him as I feel the car stop. “Please daddy put them back in me, please!!”

“Oh Victoria!” I gasp as I jump to the passenger’s seat on top of her between her legs and kiss her deep and passionately. “Yes baby, yes I do want you, I want to fuck my little girl, I’ve been sinfully looking at your ass, your tits, all morning long,” I confess as I kiss her on her neck as she runs her hands through my hair.

“Oh yes daddy, I knew it, I knew you wanted me, I knew you were turned on by bringing me over here. I knew you wanted to examine me so you could touch me. So you could touch my breasts, my cunt,” I gasp faintly as I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his cock pressing on my wet cunt through his pants.

“And I’ve been looking forward to it too daddy, yes, I’ve been looking forward to daddy putting his hands all over my naked body. I even finger fucked my cunt while you were in the restroom with me this morning!”

A surge of heat surges through my body when I realize she was fingering herself while I was jacking off to her. I grab her blouse with my two hands and I rip it down the middle.
“Your not gonna believe this baby but while your were finger fucking your cunt I was jacking off to the thought of your naked body,” I proclaim as I pull her bra up off her firm, round, tits, and lose my thoughts as I lower my mouth to her hard, puffy nipples.

“Oh God, yes daddy, suck my tits, suck them like a little baby,” I gasp as I arch my back and push my breasts upwards for him.

“Make my dreams come true daddy, I had a dream last night that we made love, and now its coming true. Your making it come true!”

“What, a dream?” I ask shockingly, as I continue to smother her breasts and bite on her nipples.

“I had the same dream.”

“Let’s make our dreams come true daddy.” I beg him, while feeling the painful pleasure from my nipples in his mouth. “I’ve been dreaming of you all night, I’ve been horny all day for you, and now I know, now I know you want me too.”

“Yes Victoria, yes baby I want you,” I confess as I open her door while still feasting on her succulent puffy nipples. “I even fucked your mom this morning and pretended it was you baby.” We slowly crawl out the car and fall out onto the driveway with my mouth still attached to her 18-year old breasts. I begin getting up from the ground moving my mouth to her neck, as she wraps her hands around my neck, and her legs around my waist. I sink my tongue deep in her mouth as she holds on to my body. I manage to make it to my feet with her clinging on to me. I close the car door with one hand as I hold her by the waist with the other. Her skirt is around her waist, her panties are soaked, her blouse is torn down the middle, and she clings to me with my tongue exploring her mouth. I start walking towards the door.

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Chapter One

For a moment, John Swain couldn’t believe his eyes. He knew for a fact the painting in the background of the dirty picture on his monitor hung in Kelly’s living room. Kelly, his younger sister by three years, was currently involved in a messy divorce and didn’t need another problem to add to her woes. He shook his head in dismay and wondered what he should do about the photograph, if anything.

He had obtained the photo from an amateur sex site on the Internet and had not noticed the painting until now, probably because the naked woman in the foreground appeared to be trying to swallow a rather large cock. He didn’t recognize the man or woman in the photo, but he had do doubt the painting and the room belonged to Kelly. The painting was an expensive original and had been given to his sister by an ex-boyfriend, an art professor at the university. He also recognized the furniture.

John sent the photo to his color printer.

Now he had to decide whether to make Kelly aware of the photo or remain silent. On the one hand, he didn’t want her to know about his porno picture gathering habit; on the other, if she weren’t aware of the photo she might need to know about it. One more possibility existed. If Kelly knew about the photo, she could have been the photographer. No, he decided, not likely. The culprit was probably her no-good husband, Jim. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more positive he felt Jim had taken the photograph. John had never liked the man, and the day Kelly tossed Jim out of her home a few months ago was one of his more pleasant days; except he felt sorry for Kelly because, at first, the failed marriage had devastated her.

John had secretly loved his sister since they were teenagers, and it wasn’t merely a love of a brother for a sister; it was full-blown, gut-wrenching romantic love. He had never hinted to the fact to anyone, especially Kelly, and keeping his perversion to myself had not been easy a few times. The day Kelly announced her engagement to Jim and the day she married him were the two most frustrating days of his life, but he had kept my lips tight, muttered his congratulations and wished the couple happiness on both occasions when what he wanted to do was punch Jim in the nose and, like a caveman, toss his sexy sister over his shoulder and carry her away to his cave.

He decided to drop by his sister’s house and cautiously open the subject of the porno picture without showing her the photo, if possible. He didn’t want to expose his affectation for dirty pictures. His little sister didn’t love him like he loved her, but she looked up to him, and he didn’t want that attitude to change.

Kelly answered the door, wearing cut off jeans and a t-shirt, sans bra. At twenty-four years old, Kelly was at the height of her beauty. Long, gorgeous legs, her best feature; hips still narrow like a teenager’s; a small waist and perky breasts. Sexy! Her body made her sexy. Her face made her stunningly beautiful. With dark, sparkling eyes, strong, high cheekbones, lovely wide mouth and a pert nose, the face gazing at him from the doorway nearly took his breath away, as it usually did. That afternoon, she wore her lush auburn hair up into a ponytail, and her olive skin glowed. She had large, bulky rubber gloves on her hands, which she pulled off as she greeted him with a wide smile. Her smile made his knees weak and took his breath away.

“John, what a pleasant surprise. Come on in. I was cleaning my house – again. It doesn’t need much cleaning, but…”

“Sounds like you have time on your hands,” he commented while trying to gain control of his wobbly legs and suck in air without gasping.

“Yeah, too much. I’ve been looking for a job, but haven’t had much success yet. What brings you here? I don’t need a shoulder to cry on anymore. I’m getting over the poor excuse for a human I married. Now I’m angry, and not just with Jim. I’m angry with myself. I should have known better than to get hooked up with the S.O.B. in the first place.”

John chuckled he followed her into the house. “Well, my reason is a bit embarrassing and probably involves your soon-to-be ex. Was he into pornography?”

She glanced over her shoulder catching him ogling her backside, but she didn’t appear upset at his leer and remarked, “Oh, yes! Big time! Jim had quite a collection of adult videos. He was always trying to get me to watch them with him. They were interesting, at first; some of them even turned me on, but soon their repetitive scenes and lack of plot bored me. Not him, though. Jim would watch them over and over again. Why?”

He decided to show her the photo and tell her a friend had given it to him because of the painting. He handed it to her.

She glanced and looked up at her brother while blushing. “Damn, John, this is dirty picture! Why are…?”

“Notice the painting in the background, Sis.”

Her dark eyes moved back to the picture. “Son of a bitch! That’s my painting! My couch! Where did you get this?”

“Off the Internet. Do you know the man or woman?” He decided to be honest about the source of the photo. To lie and say a friend bursa escort had given him the picture would have upset her further with the implication that others besides him were aware of the setting.

She studied the picture and looked at him with pursed lips. “Yeah, both of them. I didn’t notice their faces, at first glance.” She appeared embarrassed when she realized what she had said. “They work in Jim’s office. I’ll kill the son of a bitch! Mary and Peter, too. Those are the names of the woman and man in the picture. I didn’t realize she was such a slut. Damn! Damn! Damn!”

“Sit and calm down, Sis. I’m thirsty. Do you have iced tea in the fridge?”

“Yeah, help yourself. Fuck! I’m seriously pissed, John.”

When he returned, she was still staring at the photo.

“I’m sorry, Sis. Would you like an iced tea? Perhaps something stronger?”

“Yeah, a scotch on ice. Make it a double. You know where everything is. Damn!”

A minute later, he handed her a stiff scotch. She gulped and tossed her feet up onto the coffee table. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“It’s not all bad, Sis. You aren’t in the picture.”

“Yeah, I know. But I suspect Jim was the photographer, which means that blond, empty-headed piece of fluff he’s fucking now isn’t the only women he cheated with while we were married. He probably took his turn with her during the photo shoot with Mary.”

“Well, you’re rid of him. I just wanted you to know about the picture. It’s floating around the Internet, but no one will connect the painting in the background with you unless they know you very well, and even then they’ll probably miss it.”

“Maybe. Probably. That’s not the point, though. Jim used my house as the setting for porno pictures and no doubt fucked Mary, too. Damn! I feel violated all over again.”

“Well, to be honest, Jim’s involvement is only an assumption on our part until we find proof.”

“Not as far as I’m concerned; this is something he’d do. He’s probably the person who posted the picture on the Internet, too. Damn! I want to know for sure, though. I’ll have a talk with Mary.”

“With the divorce pending, I think you should stay on the periphery, Kelly. I’ll talk with the woman.”

“Oh, okay.” She studied the picture again. “My breasts are better than Mary’s,” she muttered.

“They certainly are. Of course it’s difficult to judge. I haven’t seen yours in all their glory, not since you were a teenager.”

Kelly looked up at her brother and grinned. “Is that a request, Bro?”

What the hell? Why not? It was, after all, a favorite fantasy of his. “Well, it is the only way to make a proper comparison.”

She shook her head and stared at her brother for a moment. When she took another gulp of scotch, ice tinkled – an empty glass. “How’s your iced tea?” she asked as she pushed herself to a feet.

“I’m fine. No, I’ll join you if you’re making another for yourself. Make me a scotch, too.”

She dropped ice in another glass and splashed a liberal amount of scotch in both tumblers. When she bent to hand him the drink, the front of her scoop-necked t-shirt fell forward. He couldn’t see her nipples, but the top parts of her dark areolas came into view. He felt the beginnings of an erection. Kelly had a talent for giving him hard-ons. She started practicing at the age ten and had perfected the process by age twelve. He stopped resisting when she developed womanly curves and lost her baby fat.

She plunked down on the couch and picked up the photo again. “Peter’s well endowed, larger than Jim from all indications.”

“Not so large,” John quipped, but had the humility to blush after making the statement.

“Oh, is that so. I’m beginning to wonder about you, Bro! First you ask me to show you my tits and then brag about the size of your tool.”

He laughed. “You started the boasting, Sis, not me.”

She snickered. “True,” she said. “Do you make a habit of collecting pictures like this off the Internet?”

John blushed and stammered, “Uh, no. Maybe. That one caught my eye because of the painting.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You have every right to boast, I might add,” he said to change the subject. “And I don’t need to see your breasts to agree with you. If memory serves me, yours are much prettier than the woman’s in that photo.”

She giggled. “Well, I’d need to see your…uh, tool to make a proper comparison between you and Peter.”

“Sis! Are you suggesting I show you my dick?”

Laughing, she shook her head. “Not really. I’m just getting even.”

“You’re such a tease. When we were teenagers you teased me to distraction,” he commented.

Another giggle. “I did, didn’t I? I merely wanted to test my ability to attract a male. You were available and safe.”

“Not so safe. I damned near jumped your bones a few times.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I never suspected. Give me an example.”

He wondered where this conversation was headed, but decided to play along. “Okay. I remember one evening vividly. I was watching TV. The parents had gone to bed, but you joined me, reclining bursa escort bayan on the floor in front of me. You wore a t-shirt to bed then.”

“Still do.”

“And panties, usually.”

“Gave that habit up,” she quipped and took another sip of scotch. The liquor was starting to affect her.

“You must have changed the habit the night I’m talking about because when I glanced down, I saw your cute bare butt and all your other goodies, and they weren’t covered by any panties.”

Another giggle. “Did you see my pussy, Bro?”

He nodded and finished his drink. He wanted another, but he had a raging hard-on and didn’t want to stand. Even sitting, his erection was visible. Standing would provide a shocking display. He remained on the sofa and tinkled the ice in his glass. Perhaps Kelly would take the hint. Instead, she eyed his crotch and grinned.

“Pour us another scotch, Bro,” she said with a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.

“Ah, perhaps we should slow down with the booze.”

“Darn, and I thought you were trying to get me drunk and have your way with me.”

He laughed. “Now that’s a pleasant thought, but I’d prefer you sober.”

“John!” she gushed, acting shocked. She chuckled and then became serious. “Don’t tease, Bro. I haven’t had any sex for quite a while. I’m liable to take you seriously and shock you by accepting your teasing offer.”

He licked my lips. “I’m not teasing,” he said slowly and seriously, shocking himself with his boldness. It was the first time he had ever made a pass at his sister.

Her eyes widened momentarily, and she glanced furtively at his tented pants again. Raising her eyes, she studied his expression. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Very, Kelly. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. You’ve been the subject of many masturbation sessions of mine, especially when I was a teenager, but images of you still flash into my mind when I become aroused.” He wanted to tell her he loved her but feared she would think him perverted. He was perverted, but…

She blushed and looked away. “If we… We can’t. Incest,” she mumbled disjointedly, talking to herself. She gulped at her drink but found an empty glass once again.

John stood and held out his hand for her tumbler. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” he said as he took her glass. He poured two more liberal drinks and added ice to both glasses. Before he turned toward Kelly, he glanced down. His trousers bulged considerably and a wet spot was evident. His tool, as Kelly called it, had been leaking.

When he handed her the drink, she took it and nearly dropped the glass because her eyes had focused on the wet spot and bulge in his pants. He sat next to her on the couch, and the two of them sipped their drinks at the same time.

“Did you ever fantasize about me when you masturbated?” he asked pushing the issue.

“Uh-huh,” her eyes kept moving from his face to his crotch and back again. She squirmed.

“Would you like to see it, make that comparison you mentioned?” he asked, amazed at his own words.

“No! John, I…” She glanced back down and suddenly smiled. “Yeah, show me the damn thing. I’ve wanted to see it like forever.”

He grinned and a wave of happiness washed over him as he fumbled with his belt and kicked off his shoes. She gasped when he shoved his trousers and boxers to his knees and his hard-on flopped into view. It waved grotesquely in front of her. The purplish, bulbous head shined with moisture – sheeny pre-cum – and throbbed as blood rushed through it.

“Damn, big brother, you’re big!” She licked her lips and raised her eyes to his. “May I touch it?” she asked in a little-girl voice.

“Of course.”

She wrapped her dainty hand around the base and stroked it expertly. He groaned, pulled her to him and kissed her, not a sister-type kiss, either. He kissed her with passion. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. Boy, oh boy, did she ever kiss him back. His little sister was a world-class kisser, he discovered. She put her entire body and mind into the embrace. He had never been kissed so thoroughly before in his life. His cock throbbed in her undulating hand as she continued to kiss him, so he slipped his hand under the bottom of her t-shirt and moved it up onto her magnificent breasts. Her small nipples stiffened under his fingers as he tweaked and squeezed and fondled them.

They had to stop kissing momentarily so he could pull her t-shirt up and over her head, and then she helped me off with his shirt.

“Jim was a damn fool,” he whispered taking in the sight of her gorgeous breasts.

“I know.” Her eyes were glazed with lust, but a tinge of fear or worry remained on her expression. “What are we doing, big brother?”

“What we’ve both wanted to do for years, little sister,” he mumbled as his mouth covered a stiff nipple.

“Uh, I’m…ah, damn, that feels good. Wait, John.” She pushed at him. His lips smacked as they released her turgid nipple. “I want to, John. John, look at me.”

“That’s what I’m doing. God, you’re beautiful.”

“No, bursa escort kız look at me. Look into my eyes.”

He tore his gaze from her heaving breasts to her face.

“What about incest, John? You’re my brother!”

Her hand continued to fondle his hard shaft. “I guess my aversion to incest isn’t as strong as yours,” he commented and groaned. Her busy hand had persistently increased his arousal.

Suddenly she noticed she had continued to stroke his cock and jerked her hand away as if it were touching a hot stove.

“But…It’s wrong, John. We can’t. I…damn!”

He sighed and leaned back on the couch, removing his arm from around her shoulder and his fingers from her breasts. “Look, Sis. I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman. But, I don’t want you unless you feel the same way.”

She eyed his hard-on and gulped. “Oh, I want you, John. You don’t know how much and for how long I’ve wanted you. But…”

“Put your t-shirt back on, Sis,” he said with resignation as he tried to stuff his drooling cock back into his pants.

“No, wait, John. I teased you. I haven’t been fair. No fucking, not yet, maybe never, but…”

Her hand returned to his cock, and she slid away from him on the couch. He watched as her ponytail swung from side to side and her mouth surrounded the crown of his dick. She sucked and licked the bulbous head, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, taking about half his shaft into her wet, hot mouth. He groaned with pleasure. One of his favorite fantasies was in the process of becoming a reality. His gorgeous, sexy, little sister was giving him a blow job!

His cock hit the back of her mouth, and she swallowed. She didn’t gag; she swallowed, and his cock slipped farther into her mouth. She gobbled on it again, and swallowed even more of its length, and repeated the action until her chin rested against his balls and her nose brushed his pubic hair. He gasped. No woman had ever taken his shaft completely into her mouth before! But Kelly had, and appeared to have accomplished the feat without undue effort. Her fingers fondled his testicles as she raised her head, licking and sucking his length as she moved up off of his hard-on.

She grinned up at him and smacked her lips when her mouth moved off his cock.

“You’re good, Sis,” he gasped. “Very talented.”

“Thanks,” she murmured and went back down on him. She took it all again and then bobbed up and down as she jacked off his cock with her hand at the same time. A few minutes later, she started to rhythmically rub the spot behind his balls connected to his prostrate, and he lost it.

“I’m coming, Kelly!” he shouted to warn her in case she didn’t want to swallow his come. Instead of backing away, she intensified her efforts, and a split-second later he felt his balls lift and tighten, and his cock swelled up as sperm flew through his shaft and into her talented mouth. She gulped and swallowed each spurt so expertly not a drop escaped her mouth.

He sighed and relaxed and rested back on the sofa. John watched as his sister used her mouth to clean his cock, which didn’t need much cleaning. He pulled her up and kissed her, tasting his come in her mouth. She melted against him, her body shaking with lust and need. John knew he could fuck her then if he pushed the issue, but he wanted her full acceptance of the incestuous relationship he envisioned.

John knew one thing. He knew he had to taste her. If he could, he had to give her as much pleasure as she had just given him, so he pushed her away from him and pulled off her cut-offs. She wore no panties, and her vulva was swollen and red and thoroughly wet with her juices. He gazed at her luscious cunt with its carefully trimmed pubic patch and licked his lips.

“No fucking, not yet,” he said, “but I can’t leave you hanging, either.”

His mouth covered her beautiful cunt, and he licked it from bottom to top, encircling her clit with his tongue. She groaned and her hands went gently to the back of his head as she spread her legs as wide as she could. His mouth explored her pussy, discovering where and what pressure pleased her most, and then he concentrated on those spots, except for her clit, which he saved for the finale.

He reached with his hands and tweaked her breasts while he savored her flavors and fragrances. He wanted three meals from her pussy every day for the rest of his life, and Kelly’s aroused scent had become his favorite odor. John fell in love with that cunt at that moment, relished it, and reveled in the utter pleasure that giving her pleasure gave him.

When he concentrated on her clit, tracing the alphabet one letter at a time with his tongue over the hard nubbin, she accepted the delightful sensations he created with his lips and tongue and climaxed quickly while he wrote the letter, “L”, with his oral pen. He flattened his tongue against her clitoris and let her move through her orgasm. She relaxed only a few seconds and encouraged him to continue. He added two fingers inside her grasping cunt as his lips and tongue remained active on her clit and other places she liked him to caress while he continued on through the alphabet. His little sister wanted another orgasm, so he helped her achieve her goal, but discovered her goal was broader still when she urged him to help her through yet another climax before she collapsed and pushed his mouth from her satisfied pussy.

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Jade lay stomach down on her bed waiting nervously for Brett to return. Or maybe it was more anticipation because just thinking about sucking Brett’s cock and the amazing fucking he had given her had her pussy dripping wet with a stain spreading across the bed.

She remembered the hot bulbous, mushroom head smacking at her cheeks, the way his salty cum had tasted on her tongue. She wanted more! Was aching for it as one of her long fingers pushed into her mouth to start roughly sucking on it and the other hand creeped down to her hot, brother fucked cunt. She pushed two fingers in hard and then started pinching and pulling her erect clit. Then…BANG! Brett came through the bedroom door and shouted “What the hell do you think your doing? That’s my cunt! Mine!”

Then stopped and stared at the worried look on Jades beautiful face and said “Oh Baby!” He winced. He went over to the bed and pulled her to him for a cuddle. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I really don’t want you to do that. I can do it so much better and I want your complete response when altıparmak escort I do this…” as Brett’s hand went down and pulled at his clit and then turned her head to kiss her with enthusiasm. Pushing his tongue in deep and tracing her own tongue.

“I’m sorry Brett” Jade said. “I needed you and you weren’t here. But I just want you to know I wont do it anymore. All those years you were gone I waited for this. I knew you’d turn out big though” she grinned as he hand wafted down to his pants and unzipped them to grab his still soft cock and start fondling and pumping the big hairy cum sacks.

Brett thought about that for a second and that was all it took for his 8 inch monster to go so erect it was painful! “You mean Jade…you’ve always wanted this and now you want to belong to me?” The smile was enough as Jade was pushed down on the bed and Brett’s cock shoved quickly up her wet pussy. He pumped hard and then harder until 10 minutes later he said again “anything?”

Brett flipped her over, stuck bursa anal yapan escort 1 finger on her clit, the other on her little brown star and pushed. Breaking through the barrier and stretching her anus for his craving cock. He could tell she was uncomfortable but didn’t care much because she would like it eventually and he had always loved ass fucking. His last girlfriend had hated it but Brett pretty much demanded it. He replaced his finger with his cock and inched in until she had it all. He could see a little blood and she had screamed loudly but just getting in there almost had him cumming. He pinched Jades clit really hard then slammed into her red ass 2, 3, 4 more times before he pulled out stood in front of Jade and thrust his blood, shit and precum covered cock into her mouth.

Jade was trying desperately keep up with his mouth fucking but was still trying to deal with her sore anus. Two seconds later Brett blew deep in her throat which had her choking but Brett still squeezed every last bursa bayan escort drop out of his balls.

After they were finished her worked his way down her body, sucking her tit into his mouth on the way to her ass again. Jade mumbled…”Brett no…not again.”

Brett coaxed “Anything remember.” He knew she was sore so he gently opened her ass cheeks and stared at the brown flower(no red) which was still half open from his attack. He poke his tongue out and lathed around the area gently pushing into her hole every now and then.

“AHHHHH” Jade moaned.

Brett chuckled at Jades obvious love of rimming. He liked it himself because he got a taste of both her and himself without Jade thinking about it. As Jade was bucking wildly and her hand was swatting at her engorged clit he smacked her bum “Jade…HAND!” She quickly removed it but was gasping so loudly probably didn’t notice as Brett pulled up at the edge of the bed, pulled her firm cheeks further apart and pushed his newly erect prick into her ass. Only this time it sent Jade into an orgasm that lasted the full 10 minutes it took for Brett to spew forth his juice into her poo hole. But remembering his need to see her tummy large with his sperm he coated one hand with the juice already in her and the other with the coating on his satisfied rod and wiped it on her beautiful pussy. He looked up at her…She slept.

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NOTE: This chapter includes anal-play and analingus, which isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. This is a fairly long read, so if this offends please skip this chapter

————-Part 5: ¦ THE OFFICE (Chloe comes home) ¦ ————-

Chloe said she would be back home on the 5th. We had been in pretty close contact while she was out of state, but this would be the first time I had seen her in about six-months.

It was almost three-weeks since I had played ‘Truth or Dare’ with Cindy, and I hadn’t seen or spoken with her since then because I was scared of calling her house, and I was feeling pretty guilty about taking advantage of her innocence. However, this didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her constantly… I was actually looking more forward to seeing Cindy than her older sister.

I was working when her plane was to arrive, so I ran up to her house as soon as I got off work. It looked like no one was home, but Cindy answered the door when I knocked. She flashed a big smile and stepped in for a hug- I stepped back a little and asked “Where is everybody?”

“They went out to pick up Chloe at the airport. They should be back soon.” she replied, looking a bit disappointed.

“So, no one else is here?” I asked, stepping inside.

“Nope, just you and me and the dog.” she said, looking at me strangely… trying to size me up.

I closed the door behind me, and stepped forward and grabbed her in my arms. Cindy hugged me tightly and looked up to me, with those beautiful innocent eyes, “You haven’t called… I missed you.”

“I have been kinda scared to call. I think your dad is suspicious of… I think he might know… something. But don’t think you haven’t been on my mind… like constantly”. I was still hugging her, and thinking back on that night triggered an erection. My hands fell to her little butt, and I pulled her closer so she could feel my dick growing. She smiled and reached up to my shoulders, and stepping on her tiptoes she opened her mouth for a kiss.

We heard the garage door opening. They were home. We broke apart immediately, and jumped to separate corners of the entry. Cindy looked down at the bulge in my pants. “You might want to hide that thing”, she said with a nervous laugh.

I ran into the bathroom before they came in from the garage. I could hear them in the hallway, laughing and celebrating Chloe’s arrival. “Is Jeff here? I saw his car outside”, I could hear Chloe say.

“Yeah, he’s in the bathroom,” Cindy said, “It’s so nice to have you home! I’ve missed you!”

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, just for cover. When I came out, Chloe gave me a big hug and a kiss, but she let go faster than I expected. I hadn’t seen her in six-months and she hugged me like I we had just seen each other earlier that day. Her mom gave me a hug too, and her dad gave me an enthusiastic handshake, but his grip was tighter and the smile on his face was more stern than usual.

I snuck a glance at Cindy, and she noticed it too. She turned and looked blankly down the hall.

Everyone sat down around the breakfast nook, Chloe to my right, Cindy on my left, with their mom and dad across the table. Chloe told us all about her college life, her friends, her classes, and how much fun she was having. She jumped up and ran to answer the phone, and her mom and dad asked how I was doing. The conversation dragged on at the table as Chloe talked on the phone, laughing and sometimes whispering. It was only a few minutes after she returned that the phone rang again, and Chloe jumped up again to answer.

Same thing… It was awkward, and everyone felt it. Cindy put her hand on my leg, more as a comforting gesture as compared to flirting. Her mom commented, “She has a lot of friends she hasn’t seen in a long time”, trying to be reassuring, but the fact that she hasn’t seen me either hung in the air.

I excused myself from the table, “I need to get back. I’ve got a pretty strict deadline to meet at work.”

Cindy walked me to the front door. She was visibly angry, “She can be such a… “, shaking her head as her words drifted off. She gave me a hug and whispered, “I miss you. I was hoping we could all cuddle on the couch tonight”, but we both knew those days were over.

I whispered, “Call me when you get a chance.”; my number was in the family’s phone book. She smiled and nodded as I walked out the door.

A car pulled up as I was walking out to my car. A friend from high school got out, and looked a bit startled as he saw me. “Hey Jeff! I came over to see Chloe… are you still seeing her?”

“Not really… have fun”, is all I could manage to say as I walked past him.

Chloe called me later that night but I didn’t answer.

———————— Cindy’s call ————————

I was briefly home in the afternoon, between classes and work, when Cindy called. “Jeff! Finally… I wanted to call earlier but either my parents were here, or Chloe was.” She was alone, but was still speaking quietly, “Is this a good time? Can you talk?”

I was overjoyed to hear her, “Yes… now is a perfect time. I’m not headed to work for another hour.”

“I’m really sorry about the other night. She was so rude to you. I was hoping we could hang out for a while.”

Just hearing her voice got my heart racing. She was so sweet, and she actually cared about my feelings. “How are you doing? I miss you. Did you just get home from school? So, are you still wearing your school uniform?”

Cindy attended a Catholic girls school that required she wear a uniform; white blouse, plaid skirt, the whole deal. This prompted constant teasing from her older sister who went to a public high school, like me.

“Yeah, I just got home. I haven’t changed yet. I hate having to wear this”, she replied.

Doesn’t she realize how hot she looks in that outfit? “You look so sexy in that uniform… you have no idea.”

“I think I look like a dork in it… you really like it?”

“I love it. I may like your nightshirt a little more, but that uniform is a close second.”

Cindy laughed at my flirting, “I want to see you”, she said in a sad tone.

“I want to see you too, but I certainly can’t come up to your house. Did you see the look your dad gave me? And I really don’t want to run into Chloe.”

Cindy was still talking quietly, “Maybe you could pick me up from school some time? Or I could ride my bike over to your house, or your office?”

The office… I’m allowed to work evenings there while I’m attending the university, and no one is there after 5:00. “The office would be great, if that’s not too far for you.”

She laughed, adıyaman escort “You forgot I rode over 300-miles last year on the school bike trip.”

I heard her gasp, “Someone’s home! I gotta go!”

I was able to spit out, “Call my office number anytime after 5:30. The number’s in the book”, before she hung up.

I worked every night that week, but it wasn’t until Friday that the phone rang.

“Hi Stace! Are you around tonight? …Great! …is it okay if I ride over? …No, I can’t stay the night tonight…”

I laughed at her plotting, “Stace? …Yes! …Are you sure you can’t spend the night?”

Cindy laughed, “Okay… I’ll be over in a bit”, and she hung up.

I could feel my heart beating faster as I checked everything around the office. I had been thinking about this non-stop since she called earlier in the week. I had brought a few things down to work, a blanket, a pillow, lube, and some condoms, although I couldn’t imagine how I could ever get my 8″ cock inside her tiny pussy… condom or not.

Okay… I could definitely imagine it… in fact, I had been beating my dick raw over the past week imagining exactly that. I was going mad thinking about working my thick cock into her tiny body.

After the way Chloe treated me, my lust for her little sister became even stronger. However, it wasn’t revenge sex I wanted. I truly loved Cindy and I didn’t want to steal her innocence from her. I desperately wanted to fuck her, but I didn’t want to be the one who took her sweet virginity. She was too young, I couldn’t even take her on any respectable dates, or court her in any fashion… but I found her irresistible. I was going slightly mad over it.

———————— The Office ————————

I paced the office and watched the street for her, and the moment I saw her bike I ran down to let her in, “Quick, come inside. This is a pretty busy street… we don’t want anyone seeing you here.”

I picked up her bike and carried it into the small storeroom downstairs. “Come on, I’ll show you my office”, and led her to the bottom of the stairs. I let her go first… she was wearing her school uniform, and I strained to look up her skirt as she climbed the stairs. Watching her beautiful bare legs and her little bubble butt in that skirt immediately sent a surge of blood to my dick. I led her into my office, a large room with a number of desks and tables. I knew she could be seen by the cars driving by, so I guided her to the back of the room, out of sight. I walked over to the window to look down to the parking lot to make sure nobody else was there. Other than my car, the lot was empty.

I turned around, “It looks like we are alone.” I looked her up and down, “You wore your school uniform! I can’t imagine riding your bike in that can be easy, and I thought you hated it.”

“You said you liked it. I want to look good for you”, she replied with a smile. “I ride to school sometimes like this, so I just tuck the front of the skirt between my legs to prevent me from flashing everyone.”

I smiled, “I would be following you on that bike for miles, just in hopes that you might flash me.”

“Like this?” and she lifted her skirt so I could see her white panties.

“Oh My God… you need to be careful. You are every man’s fantasy. Seriously, you can’t imagine how many men, besides me, would want to have their way with you, especially in that outfit.”

She smiled, “Have their way with me? You mean like the other night? I think I might enjoy that, at least with you. That was amazing.”

I laughed, “That was more than amazing… I have not been able to get it out of my head. But I would never hurt you. I would never do anything that you didn’t want me to do. There are other men who aren’t so nice… who might hurt you. Please be careful.”

“I trust you. I like that I don’t have to be careful with you. And I like that I have this effect on you”, pointing to my crotch.

I looked down and my arousal was pretty evident. My swollen dick was hanging down the right leg of my pants and was trying to lift up, and there was a very visible wet spot at the tip. I was wearing lightweight khakis; probably a bad choice.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Especially after that night. You drive me crazy.”

She smiled, “Don’t be sorry. I love it. I take it as a compliment. No one has ever made me feel as attractive, desirable, like you do.”

“You are extremely attractive, and I have never desired anyone as much as I want you. That night was truly the best, most erotic sex I have ever had. It was unbelievable. I’m sorry I was so rough with you… I kinda lost my mind.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry. I loved everything you did… everything. Was that really the best you’ve had? Even with Chloe? I mean… we didn’t even…”

“Yes… absolutely the best. My heart is racing right now just thinking about it”

“How did you learn to do that with your mouth… your tongue? That was amazing”, she repeated.

“That is sweet of you to say… I’m sure I could do better with your guidance. I have read a bunch on techniques, but I think practice is the best way. There were some articles I read that taught me some tricks to hit your G-Spot, but you are too tight for my fingers to reach that, at least from the front…”

“I’m sorry I’m so small. I wish… I… I wish I could… I’ve heard about that spot…

What do you mean ‘from the front’… do you mean you could reach it… um… from my… from the back?”

I smiled at her, “Well, I would certainly love to try. It’s something I read about. Not sure if it would work, or if you would enjoy it… but I know I would.” I could feel my dick growing just talking about sex with her.

“I’ve never been able to talk to anyone so openly like this. Communication is everything when it comes to sex. You have to tell your partner what you like, and what you don’t like.”

Cindy looked like she was in deep thought, “I would love to experiment. Did Chloe like it when you… um… you licked my… um…”

I laughed a little, “That was the first time I ever did that. I never really wanted to before.”

Cindy looked surprised, “Doesn’t that gross you out? I’ve never heard of anyone doing that.”

“There is nothing about you that grosses me out. I am very oral, and I loved doing that with you. That was about as intimate as I could get with you. You are beautiful… sexy as hell, top to bottom.”

She giggled, and repeated my word, “bottom”.

“I hope it didn’t gross you out, or make you uncomfortable.” She shook her head and smiled, turning akkent escort a little red.

She looked back down at the bulge in my pants, “Do you want to see my tan line?”. She lifted her skirt again, and pulled the front of her panties down, exposing her pale panty line and a little bit of her sparse bush.

My dick jumped seeing this, and I felt a large drop of precum come out the end.

“Dammit, Cindy… you are going to kill me. Or at least ruin my pants.”

She laughed and pointed at my pants again. My dick was straining at the material, and the wet spot at the head was huge, and was starting to run down the leg.

“Am I in trouble? I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable. Are you going to punish me? Do I need a spanking?”

She turned around and bent over, her plaid skirt hiking up so I could almost see her panties. She looked back and watched me adjust my dick.

“God Dammit… you are doing this on purpose. I think you just might deserve some punishment…”

She bent further forward, reached back and lifted her skirt up over her waist so her cute little butt and white panties were in full view. She rested her weight on her forearms on the desk against the back wall, and started swinging her ass side to side.

“Oh, please, Mr. Bentsen… please don’t spank me. I’ll be a good girl… I promise.”

She was really enjoying screwing with me. But I was hard as a rock. I had never seen Cindy act this way; she was very confident and totally in control.

I played along, “Well, Cindy, if you do what I say, I might let you off with just a small spanking, and I might not tell your parents.”

She replied, quite dramatically, “I’ll do anything Mr. Bentsen… just don’t tell my parents.”

“Pull those panties down. I want to see that cute little butt.”

Cindy reached back with both hands and slowly pulled her panties down over her little bubble butt, and down to her knees, “Like this, Mr. Bentsen?” She then slowly bent over further and pulled them completely off, over her shoes. She stayed bent in half like this, holding onto her ankles and looked back and smiled at my shocked expression, “Gymnastics”.

This was too much, and threw me right over the edge. I walked over and dropped to my knees behind her. I ran my hands up the backside of her legs, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs, and up over her pale ass. I grabbed both sides of her butt and spread her cheeks apart. Her lips separated, and her tiny pussy opened up… dripping wet but still only the size of my pinky finger. Still holding her spread open, I brought my face close to her and licked the drip of her lube that was running down her lips. She flinched when my tongue hit her little button, then she moved her feet apart and arched her back so I had better access. Pulling my head back, I took in the sight of her spread open for me, her tiny pussy open for my tongue, her little pink asshole exposed.

I pushed my face into her box, my nose pressing into her ass, and my tongue pushing into her tiny little pussy… actually, too tiny to get my tongue in very far. I had played with a number of girls in earlier years, virgins who were younger than Cindy, but I had never touched a pussy so small. I couldn’t reach her hymen with my tongue, but her opening was so small I could still only get the tip of my tongue inside her.

I pulled away and took a long lustful look at her while holding her cheeks spread apart, “My God, you are so fucking hot.”

I picked her up and laid her on her back on the desk, pulled her legs up and asked her to hold them there. She was incredible – innocent and obscene at the same time… holding her knees up close to her shoulders, her plaid skirt flipped up so her tiny pussy and ass were exposed, shoes and socks still on.

I pulled over the desk chair and sat down, placed my hands on her thighs, and started running my tongue up and down her open lips and little button, “Tell me if I do something you like, or don’t like.”

“That feels pretty good so far…”, she said with a giggle and a small gasp. I tried sliding my tongue further inside her again, with little success, so I concentrated on her little button, and her body shook at the contact. I slid my index finger inside her… but it came to a halt before my second knuckle. I started sliding it in and out of her, hoping her little opening would relax, but she pushed my hand away after only a few strokes.

“I’m sorry… I really like what you’re doing, but that kinda hurts a little.”

I went back to her clit, working my tongue around and sucking her button.

“Maybe you could try that thing with my G-Spot… you were talking about… from the back?”

…holy shit. I never expected her to be okay with that suggestion

“Really? I would love to… just let me know if it hurts, or if you don’t like it.”

I moved my hands down and spread her cheeks apart and gently licked around her ass with the flat part of my tongue, to soften and unclench her. Once I felt her ass relax I licked over the center and pressed harder with my tongue… I could feel her little butthole open up, and I slid the tip of my tongue inside. It tightened at first, then started to relax again as I slid my tongue in and out. After several strokes with my tongue, her ass relaxed and opened more. I drove my tongue into her as far as it would reach… pulled it out a bit, and back in deep… her asshole expanding with each thrust, again and again until it stayed open even when I pulled my tongue out.

I pulled my head back and looked up at Cindy. She was staring at me wide-eyed… a look of shock on her face.

“I am just trying to relax you. Does it hurt?”

“No… I just… I wasn’t expecting that. It feels weird… I think I like it, but I… I’m kinda self conscious.”

I looked back at her ass and it was still gaping open, about twice as large as her tiny pussy.

“Don’t be self conscious. I am absolutely loving this… you are so fucking sexy. And I love your ass. I love the way it reacts… the way it opens and closes on my tongue.”

With this she closed her eyes and laid her head back.

Sliding my tongue into her ass again, it tightened a little, then quickly relaxed and opened up further.

I grabbed the lube and poured some on the fingers of my right hand, and some into her open ass. It clenched a little from the cold, but still gaped open. I slid my right index finger slowly into her ass, and went back to licking her clit… her body jerked and her ass tightened down on my finger. The warmth and feeling gaziantep anal yapan escort of the smooth sides of the inner part of her canal was incredible.

“Is that okay?”

Cindy jerked a little more, then her anus relaxed on my probing finger, “Uh… I… uhh… yeah… that feels good.”

I rotated my hand and started stroking the top side of her canal, curling my finger back in a ‘come hither’ motion. I was hoping the pressure would reach her G-Spot through the thin membrane between her vagina and rectum… by her reaction it was working.

I increased the pressure with my finger, wiggled it side to side, and slid it in and out of her ass, while I licked her pussy. Her clit was engorged, and my face was getting soaked from the lube leaking from her little slit. The more I played with her asshole, the more it relaxed and opened up to my probing. I pulled my index finger out slightly, then added my middle finger, gently sliding both into her asshole.

“Does that hurt?”

She said nothing, but shook her head quickly… her eyes still closed, her rapid breathing increasing.

I stroked her ass with my fingers, curling them alternately against the upper wall, like my fingers were trying to walk further into her. Her older sister loved this when I went down on her, except this time I was stroking deep in Cindy’s asshole. The more I played with and probed her ass, the more it relaxed and opened, until I was pretty sure I could get more than just my fingers inside of her.

“Whoa… that feels… oh my god…”, Cindy grabbed my head and pulled my mouth in harder against her. “Oh My God… That feels Good… Keep doing that! You’re gonna make me Cum! Ohhh… God… Jeff…” Her body started shaking and her ass dilated further as she started to climax. I roughly fucked her ass with my two fingers and sucked greedily on her pussy… she bucked against my mouth and fingers and arched her back, “OH MY GOD!… OH… fuck… ohh… JEFF!!…” Her body convulsed violently for 15 or 20 seconds as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm.

Cindy’s body finally stopped shaking and fell back onto the desk, her hands fell from my head, her chest heaving with deep breaths. I gently slid my fingers out of her ass, and her body flinched as I pulled my mouth from her swollen pussy, like she was getting small electric shocks.

She was out of breath, “Oh my God, Jeff… that was wild. I’ve never had an orgasm like that. That was crazy… amazing… it felt deeper and stronger than I ever… was that a G-Spot thing?”

“I would think so… I was certainly trying to reach that. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No… not at all. It was weird at first… you know, when you started playing with my… my bum… but then… wow.”

Her face flipped to a look of concern. “Once again you didn’t get to enjoy yourself.”

I laughed, “Um, I was definitely enjoying myself. That was sexy as hell. I don’t always have to cum.”

“Well, maybe I could help you cum. I feel really bad I’m so small we can’t make love. Maybe you could teach me how to give a blowjob? Or… maybe anal?”

My jaw dropped when she said this, “Anal? Are you serious? I thought you never heard of that.”

“No… I said I never heard of anyone licking down there. My friend said anal was a great way of having sex without losing your virginity, and you can’t get pregnant either. I thought it was nasty when I first heard about it, but I don’t anymore… especially after what we just did. What you just did… That was amazing…”

I was stunned. I couldn’t imagine my sweet Cindy suggesting such a thing… but my heart was suddenly beating out of my chest and my dick was

The sound of the door slamming downstairs shot adrenaline and fear into us both. I threw myself to my feet and literally picked Cindy up and threw her and the pillow under a desk, and pushed a chair up to hide her. I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I ran over and sat down at my desk, inching up close to hide my erection and wet pants.

Ken came around the corner, “Hey, Jeff, working late again?” My heart was pounding, but I was able to spit out, “Hi Ken, yeah.. I gotta get the materials for the GE job on order first thing tomorrow. Can’t be late on that one.” I looked over to the desk where Cindy was hiding, and you couldn’t see much. But my heart stopped when I saw her panties on the floor a couple of feet away. The lube was still on the top of the desk, top open.

Ken was the top salesman there, and sharp as hell. We got along well, but I didn’t want him to know anything he could hold against me.

He turned and walked towards his office, “I need to grab some files for a huge proposal I’m working on.”

Everything was always “huge” with Ken.

I focused on the papers on my desk, my heart beating through my chest, sweat breaking across my face. Keep cool, Jeff…

Ken headed back downstairs, “Don’t work too late… you should be out having fun with some young beautiful girl, instead of working here at night…”

I heard a giggle under the desk.

I waited until Ken’s car left the lot before I moved. “Holy shit… that was too fucking close.”

Cindy scooted out from under the desk, laughing until she saw her panties on the floor. She gasped, “Oh My God, did he see those?”

“I don’t think so… Don’t worry about Ken… he’s cool”, I said, trying to convince myself and slow my heartbeat.

“Oh, Geese.. It’s almost dark! I told dad I would be home before dark. He doesn’t like me riding my bike at night. I’m sorry… I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. Tonight was unbelievable. There is absolutely nothing better on this earth than watching you climax like that.”

I kissed her and helped her get ready. I wondered if she was grossed out kissing me after my tongue was in her ass.

“I’ll follow you home in my car to make sure you’re safe.”

I let her get a block away before I pulled out of the lot. It was a fairly long ride to her house, and I watched her the entire time. I couldn’t believe what just occurred, and with Cindy no less… that innocent little virgin girl I had known for so long. Chloe never even let me play with her ass, and here was her little sister… my dick was hard in my pants as I watched her ride her bike in front of me.

It was dark before she turned down her block. I went past her street, then drove back to the office. I worked late, but got little done. My mind was stuck on Cindy, her open sexuality, her body, the sound and movements she makes when she climaxes… and the danger of our relationship.

I should stay away from her. This is self destructive. I’m making her grow up too fast. I’m an asshole for corrupting this sweet girl.

Regardless, my dick was rock hard thinking of her, and it can overpower my conscience and good intentions every time.

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