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As the Birthday party wound down and the sun dipped below the tree line, the bartender and DJ began packing up their equipment. Fatima was using Mom’s kitchen to prepare an evening meal of baked ham and mac n’ cheese. Mom was helping her. Dad and Aunt Mary had disappeared again. The twins and the other girls, still in their bikinis, retreated to the family room to play video games. Jaz had mostly sobered up and joined the others in the family room. She apparently didn’t remember anything of her earlier exhibition.

I grabbed a couple sodas from the refrigerator as Jaz staggered into the kitchen to ask Mom if she could stay over tonight. I could understand that she had no interest in going home to her mama in the condition she was in. Mom pulled Jaz’s bikini top back in place to cover her exposed right nipple and then told her that she had already called her mama for permission. I could see the relief in Jaz’s face.

Fatima took advantage of Mom’s distraction and ran her hand up the leg of my bathing suit and cupped my balls. She sent me an air-kiss and released me but the damage was done and my cock started its steady rise in spite of my efforts to squelch it. I hurried out of the house to the yard before anyone noticed my condition. I handed a soda to Sylvia and with my body blocking the view of everyone else inside, Sylvia picked up where Fatima had left off.

Her nipples hardened and pushed on the shimmering material of her bikini top. They were very close to being exposed by the swooping neckline. Her face flushed and her breasts swelled from the increased blood flow. She was already heaving in air and her nipples broke free. She tried unsuccessfully to pull her top up to cover them. There was just too much boob stuffed in there already. She looked up at me and her eyes were on fire. She gripped my hard cock and said, “I’m so horny. Is there someplace we can go?”

With the sun no longer boring in on us, the temperature had cooled. I nodded toward the hot tub. She turned her head to look and then released my cock and headed that way. I followed and glanced back at the house to see if anyone was paying too much attention to us. No one was, except for Fatima, who grinned and gave me the jerk-off signal with her hand. I signaled her back by flicking my tongue rapidly up and down like the forked tongue of a snake sniffing the air.

As we settled down in the swirling water of the hot tub, Sylvia positioned herself in front of me and tugged on my bathing suit. I lifted my ass and she pulled my suit to my thighs as my cock surged out splashing water in her face. She pulled her face back and spit out water. She grinned as she looked down at my cock, visible just below the surface. She was submerged to her neck but her motion indicated that she was tugging her bikini bottom from between her legs and her eyes closed as she moaned. She was obviously fingering herself. I watched the various contortions of her face as she diddled herself with her left hand and stroked my raging hard cock with the right.

She looked around the hot tub and pulled my cock to the right to guide me into a deeper sitting seat. Where I was sitting, she would have been fully exposed if she pulled herself up and on my cock. In the new position, she would be shielded by the water, especially if the jets were on, which she then reached over and turned on.

She wasted no time as she pulled herself to me and positioned herself in my lap. She didn’t face me or position herself facing away either. She was sideways and she turned her head slightly and kissed me passionately. I held her with my left arm with her feet positioned outside my right hip. With her hand guiding my cock, she fine tuned her position and slowly slid herself onto my cock. She moved slowly, aware that the water would wash away her lubrication, but she was so horny that she slid all the way to my balls without discomfort. She turned her upper body to face me and put her hand gently to my face and kissed me again. She flexed her pussy on my cock and I returned the favor. She grinned at me and flexed again. I did the same and she groaned. Her hand went to her sex and I could feel her fingers stroking through my pubic hair and her sex. Neither of us were giving any physical indication that we were fucking as neither of us moved. To anyone watching us, Sylvia was just sitting in my lap as the jets splashed water around us.

We may not have actually been fucking but my climax began swirling around in my groin. The additional hardness signaled Sylvia and she muttered, “Oh my gawwdd, Dex. I’m so hot. I’m almost there. Wait for me.” She flexed her vaginal muscles hard on my cock. I gritted my teeth to hold back and to flex my cock as hard as I could. Fuck, I was close and I thought my head would explode trying to wait for her. We were in a passionate kiss preparing for our joint explosive orgasms when there was a different kind of splashing. I broke our embrace to see what it was.

As hard as my heart gaziantep suriyeli escort bayan was hammering in my chest already, it leaped up into my throat when I saw Dad and Aunt Mary settling down in the hot water beside us. Aunt Mary had her bathing suit on. Dad had settled down into the water before I opened my eyes. I could only surmise that he had his bathing suit on too. I couldn’t imagine him otherwise with Sylvia sitting here in my lap. They didn’t seem to realize what we were doing or else they didn’t care.

Sylvia was so close to her orgasm that she didn’t immediately register the rise in water level from two more bodies. I nudged her with my arm around her back and she opened her eyes and they went wide when she saw Dad and Aunt Mary sitting there beside us with bubbling water surging around their necks. Their eyes were closed as they luxuriated in the hot water.

My pending orgasm disappeared almost instantly and I started to lift her off my cock as inconspicuously as possible. Sylvia resisted and mouthed the word, ‘no’. I let her settle back down on my cock and she stared at Dad’s and Aunt Mary’s closed eyes as she flexed her vaginal muscles again. I mouthed the words, ‘Are you crazy?’ She just grinned at me and flexed again. I flexed too and it wasn’t long before she was back up again. I was nowhere close.

As her orgasm eased into her, she pushed her face into the crook of my neck and shoulder and buried her groans there. The roar of the jets prevented even me from hearing her. Her body writhed in my arms as her pussy clenched hard and then released on my cock. It repeated several times. The waves caused by her lurching body were lost in the water bursting to the surface.

The jets were on a timer and they could shut off any moment. When Sylvia’s orgasm subsided, she kissed me on the chin. I was concentrating on Dad and Aunt Mary sitting beside us. I slowly lifted her off my granite hard cock and she pulled the material between her legs back in place. While she was still lifted off me, I lifted my ass and pulled my suit back up. It was a struggle getting a wet bathing suit on over my erection, but I finally got it.

We stood up and the receding water level caused Dad to open his eyes. He looked at us and an odd smile formed. I couldn’t be sure, but my guess was that he knew exactly what we were doing. He closed his eyes again and I helped Sylvia step out to the ground.

When we got back to the table, we had used all day, Sylvia was snickering with a hand to her mouth. I was trying to figure out what to do with my raging hard-on. She pushed her body to mine, pressing my hard-on to my stomach and whispered, “Oh my gawwdd, Dex. That was awesome. Do you think your dad knew what we were doing? God, I hope not.” I lied and shook my head. She gripped my erection and said, “I have to change. I’ll be right back.”

As she left swishing her ass from side to side in an exaggerated motion, I grabbed my tented bathing suit and waggled my hard cock at her when she turned back to see if I was watching her go. She grinned and jabbed her tongue in and out of her cheek.

I grabbed a towel and dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist to hide my erection. As I headed inside, I glanced into the hot tub and Dad and Aunt Mary hadn’t moved. The jets had shut off and there wasn’t any hint of impropriety through the crystal-clear water.

With the girls in the family room playing video games, I sat down at the bar and watched Mom and Fatima working in the kitchen. I caught Fatima ogling Mom’s cleavage in her bikini top. Mom noticed too and she grinned over at me.

A couple minutes later, I noticed movement to my left. I glanced to see what it was. It was Sylvia, fully dressed as she had arrived, on her hands and knees crawling along the wall toward me. She had a very sultry look on her face as she grinned at me. She came up under the bar and parted the towel and reached up my leg into my damp bathing suit. I didn’t look down to give her away but I involuntarily sucked in air in a gasp when Sylvia pushed her lips onto my cock. Mom heard my gasp and looked over at me for a moment and then returned to her task.

I had done this before with Mom and I knew the drill. I concentrated on keeping my facial contortions in check, and it took everything I could muster as Sylvia bobbed her head up and down from tip to balls. Mom kept glancing at me and I just smiled back at her. Sylvia gave me a little reprieve as she sucked her way to the ridge and released the suction, so she wouldn’t make a noise. Then she gripped my cock lightly to hold it in place as she licked her way down my shaft to my balls and pulled one and then the other into her mouth. She pulled on my ball-sack and eased them from her lips and tongued her way back up to the tip.

Fatima bent over to look in the oven and took the opportunity to pull her short white cotton skirt up her thighs. She gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan wasn’t wearing panties and she reached down and ran her fingers through her sex for me to see. Mom was pulling dishes from an overhead cabinet and didn’t see. I was getting close and it was getting harder to maintain a casual appearance. My balls were working on my pending load. Fatima stood up and closed the oven door and then came over and put her elbows down on the bar with her face a foot from mine and just looked at me. I was sure that I couldn’t pass close scrutiny like Fatima was giving me right then.

My hands needed to do something so I gripped the edge of the bar to hold on. Sylvia was sucking on my cock so hard; I was sure I’d blow backwards when I came. Mom chose that moment to leave the kitchen. My heart leaped up into my throat. Fatima saw the change in my expression but she had no clue as to the cause. Fortunately, Mom turned left into the family room and announced that dinner would be ready in five minutes.

Sylvia’s head was driving up and down my shaft and cum boiled out of my balls and launched up my shaft into her waiting mouth. I couldn’t help but let out a groan that brought Fatima up on the bar so she could look into my lap. Sylvia was gulping down my load and making her own noises in the process. Fatima’s eyes went wide when she saw Sylvia with my cock buried in her mouth. She mumbled, “Oh my gaawwdd, guys.” She looked up at me and said, “Your Mom will be back any second. Jesus.” Sylvia swallowed several times and pulled her lips off my cock when she was sure I was done. She licked all around my shaft and then rolled away from me and crept back along the wall to the hallway looking back at me with a Cheshire Cat grin.

Before I could pull the towel back over my cock, Fatima reached over the bar and grabbed my slowly softening cock and stroked it a few times. Then she dragged her index fingernail through the ‘eye’ to collect post-cum that Sylvia hadn’t had time to get with her tongue. Fatima slid back across the bar to her feet and just as Mom walked back into the kitchen, Fatima pushed her index finger into her mouth. Mom looked at her and said, “No sampling dinner with your fingers.” Fatima grinned at her and pulled her finger from her lips. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

Sylvia appeared from the hallway and she sat down on the stool next to mine. She grinned at Fatima with a little embarrassment on her face from getting caught sucking my cock. At the same time, Sylvia slid her right hand along my thigh and under the towel to tug on my softened dick. I don’t think she expected to get any reaction but she was wrong. My dick took up the challenge and slowly hardened again. She leaned closer and whispered, “You’re amazing. How do you do that?” She just held it and tightened her grip as it got harder. She didn’t try to jerk me off. She just held it as she kept a close eye on Mom across the bar.

Fatima got the meal on the dining room table and Mom took up the task of getting a roomful of mostly inebriated teenage girls to the table. Dad and Aunt Mary were drying off in the backyard and they came to the table with towels around them. I pushed Sylvia’s hand off my cock, cinched my towel up and moved over to the table before the room full of tittering girls came in and caught me with another erection. Sylvia followed and sat beside me. She giggled as she looked into my lap to see me hiding my hard-on with my hands above the towel.

Dinner was interesting. The twins seemed sober but they had always been good at hiding it if they came home from a date a little drunk. Jillian wasn’t fooling anyone and wasn’t trying to. She came close enough to going down in her dinner plate that when she caught herself and sat back up, she had yellow cheese on the end of her nose. That got all the other girls roaring with laughter. I chuckled a little. I couldn’t help it. Sylvia elbowed me in the ribs.

I kept checking to see if Sylvia was okay to drive and she seemed fine. I had a few beers during the day but had stopped several hours ago. Dad had a lot of beers and he was the only one at the table still drinking. Jaz was sobering up after her ‘nap’ but she still struggled to keep her balance in her chair. Her bikini top was in disarray again and her right nipple was showing again. This seemed to amuse Sylvia the most and she finally leaned over and yanked Jaz’s top back in place. Jaz turned her head slowly as it wobbled on her neck and gave Sylvia a derisive look and muttered, “Bitch.”

Sylvia turned back to me and grinned as she said, “I think she’s pissed at me because she didn’t get her fuck on the picnic table.” I leaned forward to look at Jaz. The look that she had given Sylvia quickly morphed into a smile as she pursed her lips and gave me an air-kiss and mouthed the word, ‘Later?’.

Sarah and Amber had been really buzzed earlier in the gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort bayan day but they were recovering as they both surreptitiously listened in on Aunt Mary’s and Mom’s quiet conversation across the table in front of Dad, seated at the end of the table. They were both leaning toward each other; each with a hand on Dad’s thighs to balance themselves. Both of them were beyond buzzed. I couldn’t see what they were doing under the table but from the giggles coming from Sarah and Amber, they could see fine.

After dinner, Fatima and Sylvia cleaned up together. Fatima washed the dishes and pans and Sylvia dried. They used the time together to talk and I left them alone and went to sit in the family room. Sarah and Jennifer were on the video game and the others hooted with a good move and teased with a bad one.

I helped Fatima carry her equipment to the truck and once stowed properly she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. She broke the embrace and said, “Silly and I are getting together at her apartment soon. I hope you can make it.”

I smiled as a vision of a ‘two-on-one’ flashed through my mind. I nodded and said, “If that’s what Sylvia wants, she’ll let me know.” Fatima nodded and jumped up in the driver’s seat. The DJ was in the passenger seat patiently waiting. I watched and waved as she exited the driveway.

As I opened the front door, Sylvia was just reaching for the doorknob. She had her stuff in her carry-bag and her car-keys jangled from her left hand. She pushed herself against me and went up on her toes to give me a kiss. She said, “I had a wonderful time. I love your family. They made me feel right at home. I’ll call you tomorrow to see if you survived the night.”

I laughed and held her close and looked down into her beautiful eyes. I said, “I was just curious how your nickname came to be ‘Silly’.”

Sylvia giggled and said, “Tima and I became roommates at the start of our junior year. We were kind of getting to know each other and I made the mistake of assuming her nickname was ‘Fati’. She was anything but fat but she let me know in no uncertain terms that if I was going to call her that, we were going to have some problems. So, I came up with ‘Tima’. She liked it. We were at a frat party one night and I was pretty blasted. She was keeping an eye out for me. Guys were circling like sharks trying to take advantage of my condition. I’m a happy drunk and I couldn’t stop giggling and laughing. I guess Tima had had enough and she busted through the guys crowded around me and said, ‘Come on Silly. It’s time to go.’ To say the least the frat boys were upset with her. We made it out of there okay and she’s called me ‘Silly’ ever since. She’s the only one who calls me that and don’t you even think of calling me that, at least not at work.”

She stretched up and kissed me again and then went to her car. She waved out the open window of her Mini Cooper as she drove off. I stood there watching until she was out of sight and then went back inside. I went up to my room to get out of my bathing suit. The nylon net liner, inside my suit was chafing my balls. I pulled on my knee length nylon basketball short without underwear and marveled at how much better that felt. I pulled on a fresh tank and when I opened my bedroom door I nearly ran into Mom.

She pushed me back and closed my door behind her. She walked past me and sat down on my bed and said, “I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love Sylvia. She’s beautiful. Are you going steady or an item or whatever you call it these days?”

I looked at Mom for a moment as I thought on her question. Then I just shrugged my shoulders, “Hard to say Mom. It’s physical and for the moment, and that’s enough. Mom smiled and nodded. “Mom?” I said. “Where is everyone sleeping tonight?”

Mom replied, “In the same beds as last night. Sarah, Amber and Jaz are sleeping in her dad’s van. I’m told that the back-seat folds down to a bed. I also heard that you know all about that.” A sheepish smile formed on my face. I guess the twins ratted me out about my shopping trip to the mall. “If Sylvia had opted to stay over, we would have been okay with her sleeping in here with you if she wanted to. I’m glad she didn’t stay though. It could have been awkward for her and your father if the wrong person saw her car here overnight.” She chuckled and whispered, “Besides, I have plans for you tonight. I’ve been missing you.”

I could only imagine what that meant and I knew she wouldn’t reveal her plans until the time came. My cock was anxious and it lifted the long nylon pant leg of my shorts. To change the subject, I decided to broach the subject of Dad and Aunt Mary again. “When did Jillian and Jennifer start joining you and Dad and Aunt Mary?” Mom’s mouth fell open slightly as her eyes darted everywhere but at me. She didn’t respond for several seconds.

She started examining her fingers and finally looked at me and motioned for me to come closer. She gripped my hardening cock through the nylon material with her right hand and just held it as I sat down beside her. She said, “Two years ago. They caught your father and Aunt Mary in bed together. She was riding him cow-girl style. That’s her favorite position. She never got to be in control with your Uncle Ray.” She was heading off on a tangent and I twirled my hand in the air to get her back on track.

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My head perked up as soon as the shower stopped running. In a matter of seconds, my sister would step out of the steaming bathroom with a thin towel wrapped around her curvy body. She would clutch the towel at her chest as she made the short trek to her room. Every night, I prayed that it would slip through her clumsy fingers and fall to the floor. Just once. Michelle had tripped on and slammed into just about every piece of furniture in our apartment and dropped her fair share of fine china. Surely, she could accidentally release her towel before making it to her bedroom. Just once.

Michelle and I had been practically inseparable since childhood, so it was inevitable that we would attend the same college. However, she got there first because she was a year older than me. By the time I arrived at our Southern California apartment, she was 19 and I was 18. She had already established roots and joined a sorority, while I was a fish out of water. Being the dutiful older sister, she would always try to drag me out of my shell by inviting me to dinners and parties with her friends. I never fit in with those people. I only went because Michelle asked me to, and I could watch her dance in her skimpy outfits.

Sometimes, when she got particularly tipsy, she would drag me to the dancefloor, and I would hesitate at first but ultimately succumb to her propositions. Her friends thought it was hilarious, but I found it incredibly arousing to feel her body so close to mine and to feel her hips gyrating against me. Her undersized crop tops accentuated her supple breasts and exposed her stomach, and her bare thighs were highly visible thanks to the miniskirts and short shorts. All of that, combined with the erotic way in which she moved, caught the attention of many guys, and I could always feel them watching. I couldn’t blame them, as I was ogling the exact same features that made them drool. The only difference was that it was my crotch she grinded up against, my erection that she teased with her round buttocks. It never took long for me to mysteriously disappear into the bathroom.

When I didn’t go out with Michelle, I eagerly waited for her to return and take her hot shower. I sat dutifully on the living room couch every night, pretending to watch TV. In reality, I was waiting to catch a whiff of her sugary scent as she passed by on her way out of the bathroom. Just the glimpse of her bare skin in my peripheral and the knowledge that she was naked under the towel had me fully erect. Her perfectly curved pink soles teased me as she disappeared into her bedroom. I would have given anything to make that hallway longer.

Friday nights were the most exciting, as we would always watch a movie to relieve the stress of our classes. Michelle had a particularly sexy and carefree aura about her when the weekend came around. She giggled more, showed more skin, and was more physically playful. She would kick me like siblings do to annoy each other, having no idea how turned on I was at the feeling of her soles against my skin. I would ask her to stop and insult her “smelly” feet, prompting her to rub them in my face and allowing me to inhale her scent for the briefest of moments. She would try to smother me with the couch cushions, not knowing how close I was to cumming when she straddled me.

She would wear short, thin, and lacy nightgowns through which her nipples were easily visible. When she leaned against me lovingly, it took an extraordinary amount of willpower not to peek down at her cleavage or bare legs. It was worse when we watched horror movies, as she would grasp me tightly and bury her face into my shoulder.

Once, a particularly shocking scene made her jump, and she fell onto me, her body pressing against my erection. I came into my pants as she gripped my shirt and screamed into my neck. That was the closest I had come to sex at that point, and it was courtesy of my own sister. Michelle was never shy about flaunting her sexuality, unknowingly torturing me on a daily basis, but that was on another level. I could only imagine what it was like for the guys who actually had sex with her. I could never fathom why she constantly torpedoed her relationships and only picked guys who didn’t know how to appreciate her devastating beauty.

—

One day, I couldn’t take it anymore and made the fateful decision to follow Michelle to her room after her shower. She stood in front of a standing mirror, shuffling her damp blonde hair. From the slit in the doorway, I had almost the perfect angle. After a few moments of cleaning up her face, she finally slipped off the towel. My eyes went wide and my heart pounded furiously. I almost exploded right then and there.

Michelle’s perfect bare ass was in full view, and her hourglass figure was stunning. This was leaps and bounds beyond what I had been exposed to up to that point. Desperate and reckless, I opened the door just a smidge and squinted my eyes. I only caught a tiny hint of her brown areola, but that was more than enough. seks hikayeleri I had only ever glimpsed her plump breasts through her clothing, occasionally catching the outline of her nipples when she chose not to wear a bra. Now I had just a little bit more, but it felt like I had won the lottery. I escaped back to my room to satisfy an unbearable urge.

Since then, I viewed Michelle in a totally different light. I was always attracted to her, but now I knew what she looked like without all of her obstructive clothing, and her naked body was all I yearned for. How could I look at her backside and not think of her smooth, round asscheeks hiding just beneath her jeans? How could I catch a glimpse of her cleavage without imagining the soft, brown areola being pressed against the fabric? She was driving me wild, and she didn’t have a clue. She just kept strutting her legs and swaying her hips as she walked in front of me, twirling her hair and humming in her sexy voice as we drove, and laying on her stomach with her feet dangling cutely behind her as she relaxed on our couch.

I had it bad, and my mind was swirling out of control. I needed more. I wasn’t satisfied with the occasional peek through her door after a shower, or the inadvertent foreplay that only happened on Friday nights. I needed something more permanent to satisfy the urges that flowed through me day in and day out. I gathered the courage and decided to take a picture of Michelle during that brief moment when she transitioned from towel to pajamas, when she would be completely naked, just like I saw that one night. This would have been safer than ogling her all day long or peeking through her door every night. Or so I thought.

So, one night, I followed Michelle to her room after her shower, as usual. But this time, I took my phone with me, my hands trembling with anticipation. As I opened the door to take the photo, the phone slipped from my fingers and fell to the carpet with a soft thump. That was enough for Michelle to spin around, clutching the towel close to her chest. When she saw my phone on the floor and me peering through the doorway, she let out a sharp, prolonged gasp.

“Oh no, sis. It’s not what you think, I swear!” I blushed at how pathetically unconvincing I sounded.

“Then what were you doing outside my room with your phone?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“I-I-I… I was just passing by, and it slipped.” I shrugged awkwardly.

“Oh, really? It slipped past my door and into my room?”

I glanced sideways, unable to come up with another lame excuse. I swiped my phone from the floor and bolted.

“What the!? Nick, you perv! Get back here!” Michelle’s screams disappeared behind me as I ran into my room and locked the door.

A few seconds later, I heard the inevitable pounding against my door. “Nick, you better open this goddamn door! I’m gonna fucking bury you!” With one final kick, Michelle let out a frustrated scream and retreated.

I was too scared to leave my room for the rest of the night and ended up falling asleep on my bed. I thought I had gained some temporary peace. I was wrong.

—

I woke up to the feeling of my arms being raised in an awkward position. When I tried to move, I felt pressure against my wrists, accompanied by the sound of metal. I looked up and realized that I was handcuffed to the bars of my headboard. My jaw dropped in horror as I struggled futilely to free myself. Soon, my wrists turned red, and I was out of breath. I gave up, chained to my bed like a prisoner. I knew I deserved it, but I was terrified for what might come next.

A few minutes later, Michelle burst through the door, and I saw in her eyes that her fury hadn’t subsided. The noise made me jump, and I was actually shaking. I had never been this afraid.

“S-s-sis! What are you… how did you… w-what’s going to happen? I’m really sorry! Please don’t hurt me, okay?” I tried to squirm away as she walked closer, but with both arms locked behind me, I remained exposed to her anger.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to be sneaky around here.” She tossed the paperclip that she had used to unlock my door. “And you can forget about the keys to those handcuffs. I don’t even remember where I put them.”

“Oh, come on, ‘Chelle! I said I’m sorry. What more do you want? What are you gonna do?” I was almost crying.

Michelle grabbed my phone from the nightstand. “I bet you deleted the photos after sending them to all your friends.” She scrolled through my phone, her fingernail tapping angrily against the screen each time she swiped. Finding nothing, she threw it at my stomach. It landed with a slap, causing me to groan in pain.

“I-I didn’t send it to anyone, I swear!”

“That means you were taking them for yourself to jack off with. Isn’t that right, you little pervert?”

I realized then just how idiotic I was. I had practically confessed everything. As my last hope, I thought that gaziantep şişman escort bayan maybe Michelle could see how sorry I was. She either didn’t see it, or didn’t care.

“So I’ve been thinking…”

It was bad enough when Michelle said that under normal circumstances. Now, with me chained to the bed and her standing angrily over me, I legitimately thought I might die right then and there.

“…about what to do with you.”

Would it be a knife? Was she going to stab me through the heart? Or perhaps smother me with a pillow?

“It’s only fair if we give you a taste of your own medicine.” She took the phone. “Let’s see how you like it when our friends get ahold of your inevitably tiny dick.”

I was relieved that I would live to see another day, but it only lasted for a second. Then, the repercussions of what she suggested hit me like a freight train. “WHAT?! No, please don’t do that, sis! I’ll do anything else. Literally, anything!” I would actually have rather died.

“No.”

“But I really wasn’t going to send them to anyone!”

“What, so it wouldn’t be fair if I sent out your nudes? Boo hoo. Like I give a damn at this point.” She pulled my shorts off and tossed them to the floor.

“Wait! Please, Michelle. You can have your revenge. You can do whatever you want to me. Just not that. Pleeeassee!”

She paused as her hand hovered over my boxers. She looked up and, for a second, seemed to take pity on me. “I guess the punishment should fit the crime.”

“Yeah, yeah, exactly! That’s all I’m saying!” I nodded fervently, desperate to avoid the possibility of my penis being spread all over the internet.

“Too bad I don’t give a shit about what’s fair, you little perv.” She snatched my boxers off and threw them aside.

“Noooo! Please, don’t!” I tried to turn away from the camera’s incriminating flash, but Michelle sat on my legs.

“Let’s get a few good angles. Yeah, that’s it. Perfect.” She snapped countless pictures of my semi-hard penis as I writhed desperately beneath her. “And let’s get one of it standing up.”

I couldn’t believe that Michelle would actually touch me there. As soon as her fingers made contact with my shaft, I became rock hard. It stood at full attention with no effort from her. I grimaced and slammed my head down onto the pillow, feeling betrayed by my own body.

“Ooh, what’s that?” Michelle tilted her head and grinned devilishly. “Yes, that’ll do juuuust fine…” She expertly worked the phone to take what I thought would actually be pretty flattering photos, if I were in any other situation.

I was a bit disturbed that snapping pictures of genitals came so naturally to her, and a little more disturbed that she seemed to be enjoying herself.

“Sis, please don’t do this…” My voice faded along with my hope.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you’re not enjoying this. Look at you! You’re about to cum, for Christ’s sake!” Michelle scoffed as the phone emitted one final flash. “Pervert.”

As she left my room, she turned around, and her gaze traveled downwards. She bit her lip before disappearing, leaving me still chained to the bed.

—

Michelle returned about an hour later. I was still naked from the waist down, and I instinctively became semi-hard at the sight of her appearing in the doorway. I lay helplessly as my cock, which was resting innocently against my scrotum, grew and flopped onto my stomach. Michelle must have seen it, though her reaction was difficult to judge.

“How’s my little peeper doing? You ready to become internet famous?” She held the phone threateningly, as if about to push the trigger on a bomb.

“Please don’t. I’m begging you! I’ll never do it again. Promise!” I moved my hands some more, as if I could somehow reach for the phone in this state.

Michelle scoffed. “As if I’m gonna believe you.” She raised her forefinger and slowly moved it towards the phone.

“No, I’m serious! You’re not even that hot!”

Her mouth was left ajar as a deafening silence filled the room. I wondered whether I had improved my chances or sealed my fate.

Then her eyes flicked up and her piercing gaze burned a hole straight through me.

“Uh, uh, uh… w-what I meant was… I, y’know, have no reason to do it again.”

“Then why’d you do it the first time?” she asked menacingly.

I inflated my cheeks and glanced off to the side, looking for a reason.

“So you’re not attracted to me.”

“Ew! No… No! Absolutely, definitely not. Never in a million, billion years.” I shook my head emphatically.

“Prove it.” Her tone had changed—she sounded more pouty now. Her eyes welled up.

I was taken aback. “What? How?”

Michelle glanced down at my penis, still half erect from her presence. She put the phone down, and her hands hovered over her jean zipper. I watched in awe as she slowly pulled the metal down to reveal gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan her light blue panties underneath.

I opened my mouth to say ‘no.’ That would have been the logical thing to do. The right thing. But I didn’t make a sound. Despite the fear and the guilt, I couldn’t deny my own curiosity.

Twisted thoughts flooded my mind as my cock twitched in anticipation. I dreaded what would happen when Michelle finished what she started. Would I explode right away? Michelle’s beauty outclassed all the sultry models and porn stars I used to drool over. Of course my body would react to her. It was inevitable, and I could only lie still and await my doom.

Finally the zipper arrived at its destination. Michelle was teasing me and she knew it. So cruel and so alluring. I was finally staring raw sex appeal in the face. The curvatures of her body, the mounds protruding from her chest, the skin of her legs as she slid the jeans off. Her golden hair, glossy lips, stunning blue eyes. All of it was on my bed, mere inches from my naked penis.

I was hard before her pants hit the floor. Michelle stood on her knees with me between her legs. She was staring down at my erection.

A wide grin cut across her face. “Liar.”

Then she flew off the bed and landed on her feet, light as a feather. I could hear the pitter-patter of her soles against the wood floor as she walked towards me. I turned and was greeted at first by her bare thighs. Then she bent down and her face came so close to mine that I could feel her hot breath.

“Stay put, naughty boy. I’m not done with you.”

She placed the phone on my chest and glided out of the room. I stared at her backside as it swayed with every step. Then my attention turned to the screen in front of me. It was a slideshow of the pictures I had taken, restored from the trash folder I had stupidly forgotten to empty. Interspersed throughout were the snapshots of my erection.

I groaned desperately as my cock throbbed and emitted a stream of precum onto my stomach. I knew then that this was going to be a long night.

—

In my dreams, she’s laying on the floor, completely naked. There is nothing else in the room, just her. It’s dimly lit and flickering, as if by candlelight. This obscures most of her body, as my mind can’t complete the image and refuses to implant what isn’t real onto her. I catch glimpses of her skin, which is a golden bronze under the lighting. Otherwise, it’s mostly her silhouette. But it’s unmistakably Michelle. I can see the glare from her belly piercing and the gloss from her lips.

She spreads her legs and begins to rub her pussy. It’s a slow, circular motion at first—probably just teasing her clit. Then she sucks her fingers, moistening them in her saliva, before penetrating herself in earnest. Her other hand cups her breast, fingers teasing her nipple. Her back arches and her toes curl. Her mouth opens wide and emits an orgasmic symphony of moans and gasps as she becomes engulphed in climax.

“Nick! Nick!”

That was new. She never screams my name. My imagination was progressing. I dreaded taking it too far. I was content with just being a fly on the wall… wasn’t I?

“Nick!”

My eyes snapped open, and I flinched in surprise. Michelle’s face again. She was gripping my hair tightly, as if preparing to bang my head against the pillow had I not woken up to her voice.

“What now?” I asked groggily.

A smile broke across her face. “There you are. Now, where were we?”

She walked across the room with a sultry gait. I realized that she was wearing black lingerie, stockings and heels included. When she reached the wall, she leaned against it with her back to me, her ass protruding prominently. She gave it a brief shake before reaching back to spread her cheeks. Then she slapped it hard.

“You like that, don’t you?” she whispered.

“No… this isn’t real… it can’t be.” I tried desperately to convince myself that I hadn’t actually woken up. But whether it was real or not, my eyes were fixated on Michelle, and no force in the universe could have made me look away.

She giggled. “Well, if this isn’t real, then I can do whatever I want, right?”

She approached my bed once again and dropped to her knees. Her hand glided up my bare thigh. I quivered under her touch and became fully erect. I watched as she arrived at my crotch and reached out to take her prize.

“No!”

Her hand froze in midair, fingers open and ready to grasp her brother’s cock.

“You’re crazy. Don’t do this,” I pleaded. “What happened earlier—it didn’t mean anything, alright? It was just a natural reaction. I swear!”

Those pouty lips again, eyebrows furrowed in anger. Michelle grabbed the phone and showed me the picture of my penis. Her finger hovered over the ‘send’ button. She stood up and paced around, her heels clacking intimidatingly against the floor.

“You know, I’m getting tired of your lies, Nick. Are we just gonna ignore the way you’re fucking me with those eyes?”

“W-what? No, I didn’t…” I glanced away.

“Liar!” she screeched.

“Alright, alright! Calm down.” I gave in with an exasperated sigh. “You look gorgeous, sis. You always have. What do you want from me?” I shrugged it off, as if it were normal for any guy, even me, to want to stare at Michelle.

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“How many times did you fuck them?” asked Robert.

“All of them?”

“Yes.”

“‘Bout fifteen times.”

“Each?” asked Robert.

“No … all together. What do you think I am?”

“A machine?” Jim said from the back seat.

“Jesus Eric, what happened then?”

“I was told that I was very good, and a date was arranged.”

“With which one?

“All of them … next Saturday. They want to have a foursome, whatever that is.”

“Can you understand why his nuts hurt Jim?”

“Maybe it’s to much weight lifting Bob.”

“Yah that’s probably it.”

They arrived at the house and walked slowly so Eric could keep up with them.

As they entered, their mother was laying in wait like a commando ready to strike, and then grabbed each one of them for a hug.

“Is Dad ever able to get out of that chair?” asked Robert.

“Only to pee,” said his mother, smiling and a little embarrassed at what she had said. “Boys we have guests in the backyard.”

The boys went out into the backyard. Seated on the swing was Robert’s ex girlfriend, Jennifer Conley. She didn’t appear much older than when they were dating. If she was three years younger than Robert, which meant she was now twenty-six. Her long silky blond hair was down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a Kelly green top, which set off her striking green eyes, and she had on tight white shorts. She knew Robert had always loved her in white shorts.

“Hi Bobby,” she said patting the seat next to her. “Sit down a while and talk to me.”

“How is it going Jennifer? You married?”

“Kind of separated right now. What about you?”

“Married? No … not me.”

“Why not Bobby?”

“I never really got over you, I guess.” He whispered.

“Well thank you Bobby, but that isn’t just a line to get me back into the orchard? Is it?”

“No Jennifer … no line.”

“You know that I returned from college ready to fight to the death with my parents over you and I being married, but when I got here you were gone. I wrote to you, three or four letters a week, but you never wrote back. Why Bobby?” she whispered.

“The pain of loosing was so bad I spent almost the whole first year at the bottom of Jack Daniel’s bottles. My gut hurt so much that I went to the doctor thinking I had an ulcer. Then I was on a quest to find and fuck every girl I could get my hands on. Once I had them, that was it and I dumped them. I now believe I was trying to get back at all women for what I thought you had done to me.”

“I’m so sorry Robert. I have never really forgiven my parents for the pain they caused both of us. Were any of those girls … better than me?”

“Shit … Are you kidding me? Of course not, Jenn. What about you?”

“Well as I said, when I came back you were gone, and nobody had heard from you in a couple of years. I sent letters to your last known address, but nothing ever came back. Where were you?”

“I think that I was lost … and looking for myself.”

“Did you find yourself Bobby?”

“I guess; here I am,” He said with a flourish of his arms.

“After a while my girlfriends said they were going to hold a memorial service for you so I could get you out of my system and move on. I was working as a night nurse at Cincinnati General and met a doctor; Richard, who seemed to be very nice … at the time. We dated for almost two years and then he asked me to marry him. As I had no other prospects, it seemed like a good idea, so we got married. The only good thing to come out of our marriage was our two children, Bobby and Shelley. Bobby is five and Shelley is almost three.”

“They sound great.”

“They are the only things in this universe that keep me on track. I think that without them I would die.”

Just then Robert’s mother came over to them carrying a large book under her arm.

“Hello children,” she said. “The bar-b-que should be ready in about a half hour. Are you hungry?”

“Maybe a little Mrs. English,” said Jennifer.

“I could eat too, mom.”

Robert’s mother sat on a lawn chair, which bent under her weight, and said,

“I brought the boy’s photo album out for everybody to see.”

“Just great mom.” Robert said with a scowl.

Ignoring Robert’s obvious irritation, she handed the book to Jennifer and asked,

“Would you like to see Robert’s baby photos? He’s naked in some of them.”

Jennifer took the book and said, “I would love to see Robert naked.” And under voice she whispered to Robert, “again”.

“Well I’ll leave you two to the photos. I have to turn the meat.”

“Ooooo, that sounds like fun,” said Jennifer smiling looking down at her ex-boyfriend’s crotch.

“What dear?” asked Robert’s mother.

“Nothing Mrs. English.”

“Look at this one. Robert’s cute little butt, Mmmm, I could just bite it.”

“You did.” Said Robert.

“Oh yah … huh? Sweet meat!”

The next page was Robert in various poses. The one that caught Jennifer’s eye was Robert totally naked on his back, with his legs spread, and his penis hard as a rock.

“Wow şanlıurfa escort bayan Bobby, even then. No wonder my pussy throbbed for hours after our dates.” She whispered again, “I’ve never met anybody that would fill your … shoes. Never!”

“So how come the split up?” asked Robert?

Jennifer shrugged and twisted her mouth in an expression of uncertainty. “Don’t know. Sometimes married people just get tired of each other; I guess.”

They leafed through the book then found a photo in “the religious” section. Robert was wearing a white baptismal dress. A priest was dribbling holy water on his forehead. His mouth was open and his eyes were closed. It looked as though he was yelling to high heaven.

“I’ll bet God knew he had a new member that day.”

Robert laughed and agreed. His parents had told him on several occasions that his voice rattled the church’s stained glass windows. Then he saw the top of a head of somebody standing next to the priest. Turning the page, to the next photo which was taken further back so all of the participants could be in the photo Robert saw a little girl in the picture; about four or five years old. She had beautiful little face, big wide blue eyes and a terrified expression. She was standing behind the priest, clutching his leg tightly, and sucking on what appeared to be a plastic crucifix.

“I wonder who the little girl is? I don’t remember her as being part of our family.”

“Maybe she’s a cousin Bobby.”

“No.” he said thoughtfully, “I don’t have any girl cousins that I know of.”

“Maybe,” Jennifer said laughing. “She was the daughter of the priest.”

“All that time we went together, and I never knew you had a sense of humor.”

“You never gave me a chance to kid around. All you ever wanted to do was fuck me,” Jennifer whispered, a smile beginning in the corner of her mouth.

“You always said you liked it.”

“I loved it. For a long time there, it was all I lived for. You were great. I’m just saying that I didn’t have much time to laugh. Remember when we went to the orchard every night that one summer. My mom couldn’t figure why I always wore a dress, instead of shorts or pants.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was easier because all you had to do was flip my dress up, pull down my panties, get behind me and do me doggie style. For a long time there I was contemplating, learning how to bark.

Your mom always wondered how someone your age could have so many grass stains on the knees of his jeans. I would have told her, but I didn’t want her to stop you from fucking me every night. We were lucky I didn’t get pregnant. We did it a whole year until that time I missed my period, then you got some rubbers.”

“You think we were lucky, that you didn’t get pregnant? I wanted you to get pregnant in the worst way. I wanted to marry you. I was in love with you. I still am in love with you.” His voice trailed off.

“I know Robert. Me too.” Said Jennifer thoughtfully, looking into his eyes.

“Would you like something to drink?” He asked.

“Maybe a lemonade?”

Robert went over to the table where his mother was cooking. He picked up a lemonade and said,

“Mom I want to ask you about one of my baptism photos.”

“Later Robert I’m right in the middle of dinner.”

“Mommm!”

“I said later Robert,” cutting him off. “Later …ok?”

“Ok mom.”

He took the lemonade back to Jennifer and sat down next to her.

“What happened?” she asked.”

Robert didn’t say anything. He just looked at the photo and shook his head. Ten minutes later they all stared having dinner. After dinner, Eric suggested a game of horseshoes. He knew it was the only thing that would get his dad away from the TV. Sure enough when the shoes began striking the metal pins, Earl appeared at the back door.

“You guys playin’ shoes?”

“Yah dad,” said Eric. “Wanna’ play?”

“Maybe for a little while.”

They played for two hours and everyone was having a good time except Jim, who was sitting at the table talking on his cell phone and cussing out his estranged wife.

“Don’t start bitchin’ at me Erin. You were fucking that guy at your work, long before I ever started goin’ out. Well fuck you too … bitch.”

Jim took the cell phone and jammed it down into the remaining potato salad, then sat there staring at nothing, mumbling under his breath.

“Hey Bro.” Said Eric, “that’s not good for the salad.”

“Don’t start with me Eric. Not now.”

“Sorry Bro.”

Jim just nodded his head, tears noticeably welling up in his eyes, a look of frustration on his face. His mother started in his direction when Earl said,

“Leave him alone Marge. He’s not eight anymore.”

“But Earl …”

“I said leave him alone. He don’t need no Goddamn motherin’ now,”

“Bobby,” said Jennifer. “Would you like to go for a ride?”

“I … uh … don’t have a car.”

“We can take mine. I have a little Nissan Z.”

“Sure if you want.”

Robert told his gaziantep sarışın escort bayan mother that he and Jennifer were going out for a ride and he would see them later. They went out to the front and cut across the lawn. Jennifer’s sports car was parked in her mother’s driveway.

“Where are your mom and dad?”

“They had to go to a business meeting?”

“You know that I hated them when they sent you to Texas.”

“Yah, me too. You wanna’ drive?”

“Sure why not.”

The sports car was a simple four on the floor, but Robert hadn’t driven a stick in years. It took a few blocks, but then he was shifting like a Nascar pro. They moved out of the housing tract, then onto the Expressway. The speed limit was seventy but Robert had the little sports car up to eighty-two.

“Little sucker has some nags. What’s it got, about two hundred horses?”

“Two-eighty-seven, and 3.5 liters.” Said Jennifer. “When I need a quick orgasm I just take it out on the highway and crank it up. It never fails me. Damn I’m getting damp right now.”

When Robert saw a Police car on the other side of the Expressway, he took his foot off the gas and backed down to sixty-five, then headed for the off ramp, in case the Police turned around. When he saw where they were, he realized they were almost twenty miles from their parent’s houses.

“Go down this road,” said Jennifer smiling.

“Why what’s down there?”

“Just go.”

Robert drove down the two-lane road and saw some lights up ahead. There was a gas station and a motel.

“Go in there.”

“In the motel?” Asked Robert.

“Well not the gas station, I’ve got almost a full tank.”

Robert sat there looking into Jennifer’s beautiful green eyes, not sure what to do next.

“Do you have money?” asked Jennifer.

“Yah.”

“Well go in and pay the woman for a room.”

She had the same smile she had years past when they went to the orchard.

“A room?”

She again smiled, raised her eyebrows, nodding her head.

“Yes a room Bobby. Although I am very horney right now, I’m not going to do it in the car like a couple of teenagers. Go on Bobby hurry up.”

He got out of the little car unsure if everything was real. When he looked back at Jennifer, she motioned with her hand, fingers down as a teacher might do instructing a student to move on. As it was a Sunday night and there was only one car in the parking lot, Robert went into the motel office and a little old lady asked,

“Would you like a room young man?”

“Yes for two.”

“You and your wife. Is that correct?” She glared at Robert.

“Yes … my wife … yes … my wife and I … thank you.”

“Number six has a King sized bed. Did you want a King sized bed?”

“That would be fine. Thank you.” Robert smiled.

“That will be Forty-five dollars and thirty-six cents, including tax. If you need help with your bags, I’ll call my son.”

“No … no thanks I can handle them.”

Robert handed her a Fifty-dollar bill. She handed him the key and some change. Robert was so excited he didn’t even count it. As he got back in the car he said,

“Number Six.”

Jennifer smiled and hooked her arm in his tightly, which made it a little difficult to shift, so he drove the fifty-foot distance slowly in first gear. He pulled the car up in front of room

---

and got out. Jennifer was already standing in front of the door, her hands clasp in front of her, like a little girl waiting for a treat at Halloween. Robert unlocked the door and Jennifer ran in making a dive and jumping onto the bed.

“Come here good lookin’. I want to play.”

“Oh crap,” said Robert.

“That’s not very romantic, or sexy Robert.”

“I didn’t know this was going to happen, so I didn’t bring any condoms.”

“It seems like the guy is always the last to know.” Said Jennifer letting out a little sigh. “Robert I’m on the “Super Pill”.

“What’s that?”

“It’s the pill you take so when you wake up in the morning, and know that you’re not pregnant, you yell “SUPER.”

Jennifer was on her knees in her tight little white shorts, bouncing a little on the bed. Her green top clashed with the orange wallpaper, and large blue butterflies.

“You know Robert, this will only be the third time we will have done it in a bed. We did it once in your bed, when I snuck into your room through your window. Remember, your mother kept banging on your door asking, “Robert, what are you doing in there. All you could say was, nothing mom.”

The second time was in my bed when my parents went out to an x rated movie, and you had to be twenty-one to get in. They should have just stayed at home and watched us. They could have saved the ten dollars.”

She then pulled her top over her head, and pulled her shorts down, tossing them across the room. She was just in her matching yellow bra and panties.

“Do you like my new panties and bra? I got them just for you.”

“Yah!” said Robert taking off his shoes. “What do şehitkamil escort bayan you mean, you got them just for me?”

“Your mom told me two weeks ago that you were coming for a visit. You didn’t think that I was at her house for her cooking, did you? I want your cock inside of me again Robert. I want you to lick my pussy, to make me cum like no other man ever has. I want you to fuck me until I bleed. Seduce me Bobby.”

“What?”

“You know say something naughty, like you used to do when we were younger.”

“Jennifer I want to suck your breasts, and lick and suck your nipples. I’m going to take your clit in my mouth and…”

“Close enough. Come here. I’m burning up. I want you to fuck me like we used to do in the orchard … doggie style.”

By the time he tore off his shirt, and pulled down his pants, Jennifer was on her knees looking over her shoulder, panting,

“I’m waiting Bobby.”

“In a second Jennifer.” He said pulling off his jockeys and his socks.

“I can’t wait a second. Come on.”

Robert got behind her, took hold of her shiny black panties and pulled them down to her knees. Holding her hips tight he pushed forward, his cock sliding in between her slippery pussy lips. She groaned and said,

“I’ve missed you so much. Fuck me ‘baby’.”

He knew that he was home again, as “baby” was her pet name for Robert when they had gone together. Robert was feeling good. Better than he had in a long time. He had missed his chance when she went away to college, but now she knew what she wanted, and he wanted her.

Robert’s cock was pushing deep into her pussy over and over again. Jennifer tried to talk dirty to him, but most of what she uttered were just moans and groans. He was moving fast, when he reached around and took hold of her boobs, and squeezed them. She let out a muffled scream and climaxed hard bathing his cock and balls in her juice. This was the same Jennifer as the one he had dated when they were younger, a little older maybe, but just the same. He loved her, and he always would.

After the previous night at his brother’s apartment, with the college girls, Robert was in no way ready to cum. He was really going to show her what she had missed. He felt a little guilty for the evening before, however that was a different time and a different world.

He was with the love of his life now, and he knew that she loved him. Only about thirty seconds had passed since Jennifer had cum. She was moaning loud and ready again. He wondered how long she had gone without sex. Her vagina emitted a gurgling sound, more juice and then she was crying.

Robert was really getting into it now. He asked,

“Why are you crying honey? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, no, God it feels so good to have you in me again baby. I love you so much. I’m crying because I love you Bobby and I have missed you. Ooooo, God fuck me harder baby shove your giant cock up my pussy. Make me cum again, and then cum in me. I want to feel your hot cum squirting into my pussy. Please baby fill me up.”

Apparently her arms and legs wouldn’t hold her up any more and she slowly eased forward onto the bed lying prone on her stomach. Robert was right with her, still fucking her as hard as he could. He moved forward on her and began fucking her in a downward movement, so his cock would come in contact with her “G” spot. It worked and she came again. Now she was motionless and very quiet so he stopped, his cock still hard. As he slipped out of her she moaned, but said nothing.

Grabbing one of the small motel pillows, Robert bunched it up and pushed it under Jennifer’s stomach causing her butt to elevate. He then pushed her knees apart and moved his face down between her butt cheeks.

Jennifer used to love it when he licked her cunt, constantly begging him for more. Her cute little puckered butt hole was right in front of his nose, as his tongue slid into her vagina, licking and fucking her with it. She was beginning to come back to life and felt him draining the juice out of her.

His tongue was now coming in contact with her clitoris. She screamed in to a pillow and began spraying his face. She was in heaven, fucking heaven. Robert slid his arms between her legs and under her thighs almost lifting her off the bed. His strong arms came around, and his hands grabbed her butt.

He thought it almost looked like a couple of naked wrestlers in some kind of a weird hold that hadn’t been done before. As his fingers took hold of her cheeks, and he spread her open, he poked his tongue into her butt hole. This was something he had never done, but the way she screamed he was sure she liked it.

As Robert was holding her up, almost upside down, his lips took hold of her swollen engorged clitoris. He sucked on “the little man in the boat” as though it was a small penis. Her vagina began pumping, opening and closing as though it was groping for his cock. Moving his legs out from under her he laid on his back not letting her go, still sucking in her clit and pussy lips.

Jennifer was lost in the fantastic lust he was providing. She had never had sex like this before, even with Robert. She was laying flat on his stomach, and she saw that his cock was pointing toward the ceiling. Jennifer slowly took hold of it with both hands. Pulling it Robert thought she was going to jack him off, however she did something she had never done in the past. She slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and began sucking lightly.

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She fumbled with my zipper and gasped as she freed my cock. “It’s even bigger up close!” She quickly engulfed about 4 to 5 inches of my cock. I knew I should stop her but her lips, tongue and mouth were magical. She guided my hand to her pussy. She was soaking wet.

“Oh god.” And a few moans was all that I could muster. I was so incredibly turned on by what was happening. My cock was rock hard and throbbing as she continued to suck harder and faster.

She was sopping wet as I slowly inserted 2 fingers into her tight pussy. I was slowly finger fucking as her moans started to increase on my cock. I was so close to cumming in her hot mouth when there was a knock on the window. She raised her head from my cock as we both looked towards the window. It was the police. Dina sat back up. We only received a warning from the police and were told to move on.

That was a close call as I zipped up and started to drive away.

We had to head to the hall where the repass was being held. She was already late. What was I going to do once we were there. gaziantep sahibe escort bayan I wanted my cock in her tight pussy. I’m sure she wanted it too. I had to figure out something.

I dropped her off near the entrance. And parked the car and waited a few minutes before I went inside.

I went inside and started to talk with old friends and family. I tried to avoid Dina because I didn’t want to sprout a hard on in front of everyone. I could see her watching me as she mingled with everyone. I was watching her too. I want ed this thing to end so I could take her to my motel room.

She texted that she wanted to finish what we started. She said she didn’t want to wait any longer. She told me to meet her by the coat closet in 5 minutes.

My heart started to race as I looked for the coat closet. I found it off to the side of the entrance. It was unmanned for this event so the counter was closed. I entered the door and there was Dina bent over the counter with her dress around şahinbey escort bayan her waist. She was reaching behind her with right hand rubbing her pussy intensely. I could hear her moans as I approached her. What a sight to see. That golden brown heart shaped ass. I Walked up to her and replaced her hand with my own. My god she was wetter than in the car. Her moans increased as I was rubbing her clit as I inserted 2 fingers into her. She shuddered and came all over my hand.

“I need you cock now. Please I need it now.”

I lowered my pants very quickly as my rock hard cock sprang free and brushed her sweet ass. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy to make sure it was nice and wet. She held her ass open for me as I continued to tease her. I slowly entered her tight pussy for the first time. I only inserted the head and just stopped as she tried to push her ass back up against me. I wanted to take it nice and slow.

“Please just fuck me. Pound me from behind. We şahinbey bayan escort don’t have any time.”

“OH GOD”, as I completely entered with one hard stroke. I started to build a rhythm as I grabbed her hips. I was starting to pound her harder and harder. Her pussy felt so good. Her pussy gripped like a glove.

“Your cock is amazing. Please don’t stop fucking me. God it’s so big. I have never been filled up like this.”

I held onto her hips and was pounding away like a madman. She was moaning I was moaning. She was pushing her ass up against. I was so deep inside with each thrust. I could feel she was close to cumming.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Fill my pussy with your cum. OH GOD!!”

I let out a moan and groan from deep inside me. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

She straightened up and wrapped her arms around my neck as my cock was starting to soften. I nuzzled her neck and squeezed her tits through her dress.

“I want your cock after this is over.”

“I want you too.”

We dressed and went back out to our friends and family. I needed a beer. I was sitting there drinking and I received a text from Dina.

“Check your pocket.” It was her panties as I quick stuffed them back in my coat pocket.

“I’m not wearing any panties and your cum is dripping down my legs right now. I want to feel your cock in all of my holes. Please fuck my ass tonight!!”

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Here is a second chapter for the story of sinning with Cyn, as always it is a complete fiction in an artificially simple world combining unreal innocence and debauchery.

No relationship to any real persons living or dead is intended.

We start now with the last few lines of Chapter one . . .

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Cyn headed to the bedroom door.

“Its also high time I looked in on your brother. I think it is time for him to learn a few things about becoming a man that only a woman can teach.

At least he knows how to shave.

Maybe I’ll get him to teach you to shave — or will I tell Daddy to do it?”

Cyn closed the door on a shocked face and headed down to the basement where Devlin was working out after coming home from college. That was his job. Cyn wanted him to be strong and manly as he grew up so she supervised and coached his efforts on the weight lifting equipment.

Cyn was wearing her own exercise costume when she entered the weight room area. Her baggy basketball shorts and loose top were all she was wearing this time. She had discarded her damp panties when she cleaned up after bringing Hazel to her first orgasm, and she decided to take off her snug sports bra as well when she changed to the shortly nylon top and short basketball shorts.

“There you are Dev. Are you working out the sets I scheduled for you?”

“Pretty well, Mom, I just have these arm curls to finish before the dumbbell work. You said you wanted to check some things before I went to the new weight.”

Cyn leaned against the door jamb and watched her adopted son curl the weights one handed with his elbow resting on the small shelf beside the window.

He was thin and wiry, with his muscles standing out in profile as he strained with the weights. Cyn liked to look at his naturally bare and hairless chest as he worked. She liked smooth men over hairy ones. Bill had to wax almost daily to come to her standards of hairlessness. She also liked that Dev had nice dark prominent nipples for a boy.

“Twenty four, twenty five. OK Dev, stow those weights and come over here, I want to check your progress.”

Dev usually enjoyed this progress check when he was feeling he had done a good workout. He liked to have a physique that pleased Mom and Daddy, especially Daddy he often confessed to himself. This was the first time in a long while that Mom had wanted to do a check out before he ended.

Dev presented himself in front of Mom in the way she had taught him, feet exactly two and a half feet apart, erect with his hands clenched together, raised above his head.

Cyn took out her little cloth seamstress tape from the tiny desk in the corner. She began to measure Devlin and mark the results on her chart.

Stepping close to him she passed the tape around his chest, nipple high. Her breasts touched his chest lingeringly as she passed the tape behind him, fumbling a bit as the tape changed hands. Cyn liked the heat and slight odor of maleness coming from her son. She slid her nipples along his skin a bit before stepping back.

Cyn wondered what Dev would think, feeling her softness instead of the usual firm press of her confined breasts. Her nipples began to elongate as she thought of what she would be doing to Dev pretty soon. She marked the result carefully before measuring his waist.

Looking down, she could see a slight protruding of genetalia. She liked that in a man.

Cyn next measured Dev’s biceps and fore arms before walking around behind him to appraise the looks of his back.

She slapped his buttocks as the signal to demonstrate his flexibility and Dev promptly bent forward to touch the floor with his palms straight down between his feet.

“Hold that pose, Dev; I am going to measure your upper thighs.”

Cyn knelt down and passed her tape around one of the thighs straight and straining before her. The wide spread pose allowed her an almost perfect view up the loose shorts at Dev’s manhood, packed tightly into his athletic supporter. She was pleased to note no hair at all in the inner thighs and upper legs. Her breath blew slightly on to his skin as she laid her cheek on one buttock to reach around and measure the other upper thigh.

“Stay like that while I write this down.”

Dev wondered what his Mom wanted gaziantep özbek escort bayan now.

A few seconds he felt a small hand enter the leg of his shorts and cup the pouch holding his ‘jewels’ as the guys in sports called them.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Just checking if you have the right kind of athletic supporter for the next series of heavier weights. Stand up and lower those shorts to half mast.”

Cyn sat back on her heels and waited for Dev to comply.

“Mom do I have to?”

Cyn slapped his right buttock smartly.

“Do as I say.”

“Mommm!”

Cyn slapped the other cheek.

“Do I get out the paddle, young man?”

Dev stood reluctantly and lowered his shorts to his knees.

“Spread those knees young man, and hold those pants with them.”

Dev was intensely aware of his Mom right behind him as his knees reluctantly spread farther apart to hold the shorts up from the floor. He knew the straps of his jock did not even cover his anus. He felt her fingers slip under the straps and lift, stretching them away from his butt. She let them snap back.

“The tension seems about right. Does this feel a bit snug; is there room for all of you?

Dev felt the fingers sliding all over the pouch feeling the outline of his balls. The hand cupped him, lifting a bit.

“What about support? Do you feel dangly or firm?”

Cyn slid her hand around his package, noticing the elongation in the part farthest from her. She traced its outline lightly.

Dev began to feel even more embarrassed as his cock began to get stiffer and thicker.

“Is your hair control up to date, young man?”

Cyn wormed her finger under the join of straps at the rear of the pouch and peered in at the balls revealed, packed together at the rear. Is your Daddy doing a good job? Stand up!”

Cyn slapped the bare buttocks for emphasis as she walked around to look at his front.

“Reach up and clench, young man.”

Cyn looked over the bare torso now completely revealed. Her nipples were stiff and she could feel them pressing on the slick inside surface of her nylon top. She stood to one side of the young Devlin and allowed her nipple to drag over his rib cage as she cupped his jock strap.

“We don’t want a hernia here, do we?”

Cyn watched the elongation under the pouch straining its way to the top, trying to slip up under the waist band. She fingered it briefly and cupped the pouch lightly.

“Devlin, I think your supporter is ok. I want to supervise you wearing it as you do the next bit of workout. Let those shorts drop.

Cyn stood back and watched her son drop his shorts and turn away, heading for the barbells, while simultaneously trying to conceal his obvious stiffie from his mom.

Cyn watched her son do the required number of reps with the new weight, satisfied at his hormonal reaction as well as the full development of his genetalia. She would do a more complete examination later with Bill, but right now she wanted to see if he was susceptible to sight arousal as well.

“Devlin I want you to do the bench work now. Do some reps with the bar at this new weight. I’ll spot you.”

As Dev settled on the bench with his head at the end and the bar bell across the supports, his mom came and stood near his head. He was intensely aware of his semi erection still filling out his pouch. Suddenly he noticed he could see up the front of Mom’s top. She had no bra!

Dev could see the tight nipples hanging down from his Mom’s titties. Her teats ready to suck.

“Oh God,” he groaned inwardly. He felt his boner squirming forward again. He just knew his tip would show under the waist band this time.

Then things got even worse as he raised the barbell and his mom took the final step forward to put her hands on the bar too.

Devlin saw straight up under his Mom’s shorts at her spread open crotch. She wasn’t wearing any panties! He could see her entire open wide vulva. There it was right up there a foot from his face, open to his view.

He licked his lips and almost lost the concentration to keep lifting the bar.

“One,” said his Mom.

Dev lowered the bar. His cock strained at the band at his waist. porno videolar

“Come on, now Dev, two.”

Dev strained the new weight up again and looked again under his Mom’s pant leg.

He saw a very slightly open long slit. It ran from the tight brown opening at her rear all the way to the front. The inner edges were slightly pink and glistening. Smooth and completely hairless, it had a powerful looking mound in front.

As Dev put the weight back down on the forked rest, the worst happened. The waist band of his jockstrap lost the struggle to contain and his cock head popped up.

“Oh God, I’m sunk.” he thought.

Dev felt his mom’s hands wrap around his, keeping them on the bar.

Cyn stayed there with her legs wide spread showing Dev the space between her legs as she looked down his torso at the little mouse popping out of his jock. She liked the delicious feel of being innocently exposed to her son and she especially liked his obvious reaction.

“Young man! You keep these hands here on the bar while I take a look at that athletic supporter of yours. It seems to be at least one size too small.”

Dev rested there trying furiously to make his boner go away but the more he thought of it, the worse it got. He suddenly liked the idea of a woman, even his mother, looking at his erect cock even if it was hidden under some cloth. His cock strained fuller trying to slip farther out of its confinement when his Mom knelt beside him and looked it over.

He felt her warm breath on his belly as she leaned over to look at his tip. Her breasts dangled low under her top and he could see them swinging slightly as she hovered over his waist.

“Lift your legs,” she said briskly.

Dev raised his legs to feel his Mom swiftly strip the waist band up and off then lift the jock free from his balls and letting his cock pop free.

In all her time as a woman this was the first time Cyn had been able to look thoroughly at a naked, non threatening male.

Growing up she had known she was a bull dyke and had never really looked at either boys or men. Bill never saw her naked and she was not interested in even looking at Bill as a sexual feature in her life. She did other personal, much less intimate things to Bill.

She knelt at his side and looked him over. She took her tape and laid it along the penis, wondering how it stayed so stiff rising in the air, pointing at Dev’s chin. She went to her notebook and wrote the measurement down.

“Nice size Dev, I have dildoes that size, Mel used to prefer one like that. She liked long and slim.”

Cyn ran a finger up the straining cock from balls to tip. “I am glad we decided not to have a boy circumcised at birth. Your tip looks almost like a big clit I played with once.”

Cyn heard Devin groan as she ran her finger lightly around the tip.

She poised her fingers around the tip and pressed the loose skin down, revealing the complete head.

“Arlene was her name and she loved it when I did this to her.”

Cyn looked up at Dev’s face as he stared mesmerized at the fingers pushing the loose skin back from the head of his cock. She pulled the skin back up, pinching it closed over his cock head.

“Does this feel good, baby boy?”

She stripped the skin firmly back down, revealing the red cock head as she spoke.

“This used to drive Arlene wild.”

Cyn ran her finger around the rim of the sensitive, now almost purple mushroom shaped cock head.

She watched as a single tiny globe of clear fluid sprouted at the tiny opening at the tip of Dev’s cock. She touched her finger to it and spread the juice all over his tip so it glistened.

Devin gasped.

Cyn took her finger tip and sniffed it.

“This feels and smells just like an excited woman, Dev.”

She ran her finger tip around the slick cock head again then stroked her finger around Dev’s nostrils.

“This is what you smell like. This is what you taste like.”

With the last statement, Cyn ran her finger along Dev’s lips.

She looked back at the glistening cock head and swatted the side of the cock. She smiled as it bobbed and swayed to the side before coming back to a quivering stand in the middle.

“Maybe I will gaziantep rus escort bayan use this little thing as a punishment if you are naughty. A few slaps to the side should straighten you right up.”

Cyn snickered.

“Oops. Straighten up. I made a joke about your privates.”

Cyn smiled at Dev, “Let me make it feel better, my big baby boy.”

Cyn caressed it softly again.

“Mom please,” gasped Devin, “My balls are starting to ache.”

Cyn stopped smoothing her hand over Dev’s cock and looked down between his legs at his now bloated balls. She cuddled them up from their space between his legs in her palm.

“Nice looking balls, Dev. I see your sack is hanging loose. No hair either. I like that too.”

Cyn felt around in the loose sack and outlined the balls under the loose skin.

Does your Daddy help you with the shaving, Dev?”

Dev gasped again.

“Yes, every second day. He gets me to do his cock and balls too. An exchange, he said.”

“When he shaves you do you have a nice big erection like this?”

Dev shook his head.

“Usually I am sorta limp and half hard. Daddy strokes me the same as you do but maybe you know how better. But Daddy gets hard like this when I have to shave him. He pulls my penis around with the tip skin when he shaves me.”

“What else does he do?”

“He likes me to pull his penis straight down between his legs and milk him while he kneels on the bed. He says that all farm boys learn that way of clearing out the surplus semen. He says he will do that for me when my erections get strong enough.”

Cyn seized Dev’s cock head by the loose foreskin and began to tug it around in circles. “Does your Daddy handle your cock like this?”

“Y-yes.”

“But now you are stiff. I think I should clear out your surplus semen. Do you want that, my baby boy?”

Dev lay there with his hands on the cold steel barbell and thought about the strange turn of events.

He loved the touch of a woman on his equipment much more than the feel of his Daddy, Bill.

“Yes please, Mom.” He said.

“Kneel up young man, knees wide on this bench and place your hands on the floor.”

Cyn clapped her hands as the flustered young man stood hastily with his boner pointing straight out so it rubbed slightly across her cheek. Cyn liked the incidental caress from Devin’s cock as she sniffed his arousal.

Cyn ordered Dev’s knees wider until she could easily get both hands deep between his legs. She reached through and grabbed the loose skin at the tip in a vice like grip, tugging it straight back until Dev’s balls were hanging over each side in their loose sack.

“Does your Daddy like you to do this to him?”

“Oh yes, Mom, how did you know?”

Cyn ran her finger around the still slick cock head. She transferred the slickness to Dev’s brown pucker.

“Does he touch you here too?”

“Yyes, Mom. He says he will show me how to use it later when I am fully developed.”

Cyn pressed her finger gently through the tight sphincter.

“It feels a bit like this to start. Done right I hear it feels wonderful.”

Devin cocked his hips a bit to align with the probing finger but it went away.

He felt the lightest warm breath on his wide spread rump.

“Does my little baby boy need some release? Do you want me to clear out the nasty stale semen for you?”

“Please, please soon Mom.”

Dev hung his head straight down and spread wider as a firm hand gripped his cock and began to strip the skin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his cock head.

His Mom pointed his cock straight down and gripped it harder in her tiny fingers. It was almost painful when she jerked the skin suddenly off the sensitive head and rammed it down his shaft. Her knuckles bumped on his balls with every stroke and it was not long before the sensations built to an intolerable level.

Dev squeezed his eyes closed and gasped as he began to strobe jet after jet of semen from his cock.

Cyn cooed, “That’s right my big boy. You empty those balls. ”

She kept right on stripping the ropes of white from the cock as it jumped in her hand. She milked him thoroughly on to the towel spread between his knees as her other hand smoothed the skin of his tight butt.

When he was completely drained, she folded the towel over the puddle of semen. She gave his raised ass a tender kiss. She smoothed her hand lingeringly down to cup the hanging balls. She shook them gently.

“There there, baby boy, all empty now. Go take your shower and meet me in your bedroom in a half hour. Be properly dressed for track and field.”

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Mike and Susan were twins. They were now eighteen years old and would be graduating from High School in the spring. Mike and Susan got along reasonable well and would tell each other secrets. Susan had become interested in boys during the early High School years. She and her girl friends often talked about boys and sex. The boys also discussed sex and speculated what it would be like to have sex with girls. Mike was rather shy when it came to girls, but had learned to masturbate.

The family lived on a mostly wooded country forty acres. Mike and Susan often roamed through the woods for privacy to share their thoughts. By the time they were in High School, Susan started to be very receptive to talk about sex with Mike, although a little shy.

One day while they were sitting in a secluded spot in the woods, they got around to talk about sex again. She said her girl friends were curious about sex and some of them had already lost their virginity. She told Mike she was a virgin and expected to stay that way, although she was very curious to experience sex. She especially liked a boy named Don at school. Mike told her he had seen Don’s cock and it was big. She commented she had never seen a man’s cock as yet.

Because they were talking about sex, Mike now had a hard one bulging in his pants. He noticed Susan glance down at his crotch as he was trying to hide his embarrassment. Then he thought, maybe she would like to see his.

During the past years, she had always avoided letting him see her naked and she acted as if she had no interest in seeing him naked. But now she was curious about sex. Mike put his hand down to his crotch as her eyes followed his hand. Maybe she wanted to see his.

He rolled onto his back to unzip his jeans, then released his cock from his shorts and let it pop out in front of her. She looked a little embarrassed, but stared at it. He then slowly moved his hand up and down a couple of times. He asked if she wanted to do it. She shrank back and said no, but continued to look. She said they had better get back to the house.

After that encounter, Mike noticed Susan glanced at his crotch now and then. One evening Mike was in her room just before going to bed. Mom and Dad were away for the evening. Mike and Susan were both dressed in pajamas. The subject of sex came up and as a result his hard one was pushing out his pajamas. He was not trying to hide it this time because he thought she might like to see it again now that they had some privacy at home.

Susan said, “My girl friends have been talking about boy’s cocks. Julie said she stripped nearly naked with her boyfriend and held his cock. She got her hand all gooey. How did that happen?”

Mike then let his hard cock out the front of his pajamas. He walked up to her where she was sitting on the side of the bed.

“Would you like to hold it and see how it feels?” She was hesitant, but put her hand around it.

“Now squeeze it a little and move your hand back and forth”

This was the first time a girl had held his cock and it really turned him on. It usually took Mike a while to cum when he masturbates. Suddenly, he started cumming. It surprised him that he had cum so quick and it shocked her as the first couple of spurts hit her face and neck. She turned loose and jumped back. Later she told him she didn’t know what to expect, but had no idea it would squirt out in long spurts. She went into the hall bathroom where Mike helped her clean up. He ask if he could see her pussy. She shyly said, “No”.

The next day while Mike and Susan were walking to school, he commented about her surprise at shooting on her. She said it was interesting and she now had something to tell her girl friends.

Mike asked her, “You told me Julie allowed her boyfriend to get nearly naked with her and her hand got gooey when she felt cock. I would like to have a chance to meet her in private, too. Do you think there is a chance for me?” She said she would ask Julie.

That evening when they were walking home from school, Susan said, “Julie likes you. I told her what happened in my bedroom last night. She was curious about how far you spurted. That didn’t happen with her boyfriend. I am supposed to call her after dinner to see if her parents will let her come to our house this evening to study.”

Mike was excited to think Julie would hold his cock. Maybe she would let him feel her pussy. Susan won’t let him touch hers. Julie called Susan to say she could come over after dinner.

When Julie arrived, they told Mom and Dad they were studying for a test. The three went up to Susan’s room and shut the door. They talked about sex and Julie again told about holding her boyfriend’s cock and getting her hand all gooey. By that time, Mike had a raging hard on. He stood up, unzipped his jeans and let it stick straight out. Both girls looked at it and giggled. Susan stayed sitting on the bed while Julie moved up to take it in her hand.

Julie said, “That feels just like my boyfriend’s cock. gaziantep olgun escort bayan When will it spurt?”

Mike told Susan to get a towel so it would not mess up the floor. Susan warned Julie to not be directly in front of him. Mike told Julie to move her hand back and forth. He could feel he was about ready to cum. His knees got weak as it started spurting, several long spurts with some of it hitting the towel. Julie held on to continue moving her hand back and forth. Both girls giggled in delight as they watched Mike cum. He picked up the towel to clean himself, then zipped back up and everyone sat on the bed.

Mike looked at Julie, “My shy sister won’t let me look at or feel her pussy, maybe you will let me see yours.”

Julie smiled, “I don’t see anything wrong with that, I’ll let you see mine.”

Julie then sat on the bed to take off her jeans. Mike watched as her panties came into view. Then she slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

“I have never done this in the light for my boyfriend as yet. You are the first boy to see me like this.”

Mike suggested she lie down on her back on the bed, then spread her legs for a better view. When she reclined as suggested, she put her fingers on her pussy. She spread her pussy lips for Mike to see, then inserted a finger.

His cock nearly burst through his jeans. He took it out and stood near Julie. Susan put her hand on his cock and moved it back and forth causing him to shoot several long spurts over on the bed and on to Julie’s body. Susan said they should get dressed just in case Mom or Dad knocked on the door.

Julie’s visit that night was a learning experience for Mike. He had never seen a girl’s pussy lips being spread and a finger inserted. The next day, Susan commented it was a new experience for her, too.

As the last few weeks went by before graduation, Susan and Mike often found time to be alone. Mom and Dad went out now and then leaving then alone in the house. Also, they went to the wooded area of the farm for privacy. They would talk about sex and she would jack him off.

One day when they were in the woods, Mike said, “You see my cock all the time. It’s not fair because you won’t let me see or touch your pussy. Let me play with you.” His sister agreed.

They sat in the usual grassy spot for her to take off her jeans and panties. She spread her legs the same way Julie had, then he touched her pussy lips. The boys had told him he should kiss a girl’s nipples. He moved his hand up under his sister’s blouse to feel her breasts. He took his buddies’ suggestion and kissed her nipples. She started breathing irregular.

He asked her, “Is there something wrong?

She responded, “No, nothing is wrong. Do it some more. Suck on them.”

At school, Mike had always wanted to kiss a girl, but never had the courage. He thought about kissing his sister on the lips right now, but she was his sister and never had any desire to kiss her in the past. He decided to continue kissing and sucking her nipples.

The Senior Prom was at hand. Mike dressed, then went to pick up his date. Susan was thrilled to have a date with Don for the prom. The prom was very successful and everyone had a good time. It was well after midnight when both Mike and Susan were home preparing for bed. Their mother got out of bed to welcome them home, then she went back to bed.

The house was very quite, but Mike couldn’t sleep. He got up to notice a light shining underneath his sister’s bedroom door. He lightly knock on her door. She invited him in to sit on the bed with her. They mostly whispered so that they would not wake their parents. Their parents master bedroom was downstairs while Mike and Susan had the two bedrooms upstairs. It was not likely their parents would hear them.

Mike said, “Sis, you had a date with Don tonight. Did you feel his big cock?”

“Yes, his cock is bigger than yours. He wanted to feel my pussy. I did let him feel between my legs, but I had my panties on. We kissed a lot. He wanted to do more, but I resisted. I finally jacked him off, then he brought me home.”

“We had some more sexy kisses before he walked me to the door. Don had me so sexily excited by the time he brought me home that it is difficult for me to settle down and go to sleep. I’m glad you knocked on my door.”

“My boyfriends kiss me on the mouth, but you have never kissed me. Kisses can sure be good to make us feel sexy.”

Mike had never thought about kissing his sister, but agreed. He moved his hands up under her pajama top to feel her breasts. He kissed her nipples, then moved up to her mouth. He gave her a brother sister type kiss.

She said, “No, that isn’t the way to do it. We have to part our lips and touch tongues..”

After sharing a few sexy kisses, Mike’s cock was very hard. “Sis, I agree with you. I like to kiss you like this.”

They stripped off their pajamas and hugged. gaziantep oral yapan escort bayan He continued to kiss her lips and nipples. She reached for his hard cock. Mike thought she was going to jack him off as usual.

Susan said, “Julie was telling me about the sexy thing she and her boyfriend are doing. She takes his hard cock in her mouth.”

Mike had heard about that and saw some pictures on the internet. He said, “Go ahead and do it.”

She took the head of Mike’s cock in her mouth. He knew he was going to cum fast because it felt so good. When he started cumming, she raised her head off his cock letting him shoot in the air, but some of it hit her face. She didn’t seem to mind. Mike played with her pussy.

Susan then whispered, “Something else Julie told me. Her boyfriend licks her pussy. He lies on the bottom while she is turned around and lies on top of him. He called it a six nine position.”

Mike had heard of a six nine position but never knew what it meant. He laid on his back so Susan could position herself on top of him. The light was still on and now he could see Susan’s pussy and ass at very close range. He started licking her pussy. She told him to suck on the little button, too. Mike shot another load in her mouth, but this time she kept her mouth on his cock. He continued to lick his sister’s pussy and suck on the little button. It wasn’t long before he heard Susan gasp and groan and he wondered what was the matter. Mike asked her if she was alright, but she didn’t answer right away.

When they sat up she said she wanted to explain. “I just had an orgasm, the first one I’ve had with you. When I am by myself, I play with the little button I asked you to kiss, then I have an orgasm. That little button is called a clit.”

Up until that time, Mike didn’t know girls had orgasms. He didn’t know about their little button and never heard of a clit before. She was teaching him a lot about girls. He would tell his buddies at school about a girls clit and their orgasms. But, he didn’t want to tell them he learned it from his sister.

Mike asked her, “What do you do when you are out with a boyfriend?”

“We just have tongue touching kisses, nothing else. I won’t let anyone touch my pussy except you. You are my brother and we are learning together. I know some of my girl friends are allowing their boyfriends to put their cocks in them, but I’m afraid of getting a baby. If you would get some condoms, we might try it. Both of us can then learn.”

Mike had always thought in the back of his mind that he wanted to fuck his sister or another girl, but was satisfied by letting Susan jack him off.

It was easy to get condoms. Mike was in the men’s room at the shopping center, and after inserting coins, had a supply of condoms.

It wasn’t but a few days later that Mike and Susan were alone in the house. He retrieved the condoms from their hiding place and went to Susan’s room. He showed them to her. Mike unwrapped one, took his cock out and Susan watched him roll it on. One of her girl friends had showed her one in the package, but this was the first time she had seen one on a cock.

They quickly shed their clothes and laid on the bed. They kissed several times, then laid in a six nine position to get really sexed up. Mike then turned around to move up on top of her as she laid on her back. They continued kissing while she moved one hand down to aim his cock. She was juicy but the condom was dry.

At that time, they had not heard of KY jelly. Mike continued to work back and forth going a little deeper each time. Finally, his balls were resting on his sister’s ass. This was a first time for Susan to have a cock in her and Mike’s first time, too. They were learning together.

She started bucking underneath him as he pulled back to ram forward. They both gasp and cried out as they shared their first orgasms in this manner. They laid still for awhile in the afterglow while kissing some more. He thought, sometime ago, he didn’t even want to kiss his sister, now he enjoyed their kisses and much much more.

Both Susan and Mike were going to attend the local community college in the fall. They had all summer to do odd jobs and have fun.

Susan had arranged to obtain birth control pills. As the days went by, they had learned to have sex in different positions. Mike had not dated very much because he was getting all the sex he wanted from his sister. Susan dated some, but played the field.

Susan told her brother she allowed her date to feel her breasts through her blouse while they kissed. Her date would get all sexed up and want her to get in the back seat. She refused, but would jack him off sometimes while parked in the driveway before he walked her to the door. Then she would come upstairs and get in bed with Mike if her parents were sound asleep downstairs. Mike would satisfy her sexual needs.

A family catastrophe occurred that gaziantep otele gelen escort bayan summer before college started.. Dad was killed in an auto accident. After the funeral was over, Mike asked Mom if there was enough money to survive. She assured him that dad had plenty of life insurance and the company provided a good widow’s pension. There was sufficient money for Mike and Susan to attend college.

Mike’s mom noticed that he was rarely dating. She didn’t know he was getting all the sex he wanted with his sister at home. She wanted to talk to him one afternoon. She invited him into her bedroom and shut the door so that Susan would not hear the conversation.

She said, “Son, I’ve noticed you don’t go out with the girls. I know your Dad did not talk to you about the birds and bees, so guess it is my job. Maybe you are just too shy around girls and need to learn what to do.”

Mike thought, if she only knew that he and Susan have sex in many different positions, but he couldn’t tell her that. He’ll just let her think she is teaching him.

“Son, when you date a girl, you should be a gentleman and treat her like a lady. She will like you for that and respond to your kisses with affection. However, some girls will be willing to have sex with you, but be careful. There are diseases out there and she might get pregnant. That’s what I want to teach you about. Always use a condom. Now they may be a little dry, but the girl should be able to lubricated herself.”

Mike looked quizzically at his Mom and just about laughed at her explanation.

She continued, “I assume you have never seen or felt between a girls legs before, so you will need to know a little about what to do. If you do have sex, you should know about a girls vagina.”

She tried to explain about a girls pussy and her clit. She used her hands to try showing Mike how pussy lips looked and where the hole is. She became flustered in her explanation and said, “Wait a minute and I’ll show you.”

She unzipped her jeans, moved them down over her hips and sat on the edge of the bed. She told Mike to pull them down her legs and off. Then she moved her panties down and kicked them off her feet.

She said, “I know when you were little, you and Susan took showers with me and Dad. We wanted it that way so that you and Susan would grow up to know what girls and boys looked like. I don’t mind showing you right now what is between a girls legs. Look, then take your hands and feel.”

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Mike put his hand at Mom’s crotch to slowly feel her pussy and ass. It felt about the same as Susan’s pussy and ass, although her butt was bigger.

She continued, “Feel the little button or clit at the upper part of my vagina.”

Mike felt and rubbed it a little bit. With his experience with Susan, he was rubbing it just right to make Mom feel good. She started getting a little flushed and guided his hand to assist in massaging her clit. Evidently, she realized she was enjoying her son too much and abruptly took his hand away.

She said, “You learn fast. But wait, let me show you more. Now if you’ll look closely, you will see a tiny hole, that is where I urinate.”

I looked at her finger where she was pointing. Susan had never shown me this, so I was learning something new. I now had a question, “It looks so small, can you really pee out of that little hole?”

“Yes, it is easy. I need to pee right now so come into the bathroom and I’ll show you.” She sat on the commode and spread her legs to give Mike a view.

“Now watch.” She spread her pussy lips to give him a good view. He saw a small stream shoot out of her hole. It continued for quite a while before it dribbled to a stop. He noticed Mom was watching for his reaction as if she was enjoying herself. After she wiped herself, they went back to the bedroom to sit on the side of the bed again.

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. “Let’s continue and I’ll show you some more. Now if you’ll put your finger back again and move it down to the lower part of my slit, you’ll find a hole. That is where you enter your cock in a girl. Go ahead and put a finger in me.”

She was wet enough for his finger to slid all the way in. “You can put two or three fingers in me.” He then shoved another finger all the way in.

“Move your fingers back and forth. Girls like their clit rubbed at the same time, so use your other hand to rub my clit.”

Mom was getting carried away with her explanation. She started groaning and moaning like Susan does when she is getting ready for an orgasm. Mom’s body started sexual spasms. It seemed as if her whole body shuddered and shook as she had an orgasm. Mom didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes as Mike continued to play with her pussy.

She finally sat up and said, “I didn’t really expect to go this far explaining about the birds and bees. Now let me show you how to roll a condom on your cock. Take it out.”

She was sitting on the side of the bed while Mike was still standing in front of her. It was already very hard because he had just watched Mom have an orgasm. She looked at it, “This is a nice big one for the girl you marry.”

She took a condom out of the night stand and showed him the best way to roll it on. Now Mike was standing in front of his Mom and had on a condom. What will she tell him to do next? She seemed to be flustered as to what to do.

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Finn smiled at the shocked faces in front of him. He’d hated the Melbourne twins for as long as he could remember, and now he finally had a chance to get even.

He pointed to his smartphone screen for emphasis, as if they didn’t already know he had just snapped a picture of them making out.

“Man, I wonder what your parents will think of this? Good little brothers and sisters don’t make out with each other, you know.”

Ben and Nadia glared at him, their fine-featured faces wearing matched expressions of hate.

“What do you want, fucker?” Nadia’s blue eyes flashed, and she tossed her golden hair contemptuously.

An idea hit Finn suddenly, and he grinned broadly as he ran a hand through his own dark hair.

“I haven’t had a good lay in forever. Since you two horndogs are clearly in the mood anyway, let’s make it a threesome!” His eyes glinted wickedly. “If you satisfy me, I won’t show this lovely family photo to your mom and pop.”

Ben started to stand, his hands balled into fists. “You son of a bitch!” he snarled. “You think you can blackmail us?” But Nadia laid a delicate hand on his chest, holding him back. Ben was no wimp, but Finn had a reputation as the dirtiest fighter at school.

“If we do this, you have to let us delete the picture so you can’t blackmail us again,” she said. Finn smiled, noting to himself that she was the cleverer of the siblings.

“Deal,” he said.

One short, tense car ride later, they were at Finn’s place. He took advantage of the twins’ distraction as they checked out his place, and quickly texted the photo to his email for safekeeping.

“Enter, please, my friends!” He swept the door open, and ushered them in.

A short time later, they were naked in his room, Nadia sucking his cock and looking up at him with those electric blue eyes of hers. He moaned and thrust his hips, enjoying the sight of the school’s rich princess on her knees serving him.

“Oh, that’s good,” he moaned. “Bet you’ve had a lot of practice on your brother, hmm?” Nadia’s eyes darkened, but she said nothing, and Ben avoided his gaze. Finn just smiled and twined his fingers through Nadia’s hair as he started fucking her throat.

She gagged and tried to push him away, but he just thrust deeper, sighing happily as her tight throat opened to take him all the way down. When his balls started to tighten, he let her go.

“You bastard!” she wiped her mouth angrily. “What did you do that for? I could barely gaziantep ofise gelen escort bayan breathe!”

In response, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard, until she moaned into his mouth.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re really all that angry,” he smirked. She stuck her tongue out at him, half annoyed and half playful.

Ben had been doing his best to ignore them, but Finn could see that his cock was getting hard despite that.

“Hey, Prince Charming, take a turn in your sister’s mouth while I fuck her pussy,” he said, reaching over to smack Ben’s ass.

The sandy-haired boy waved Finn’s hand away, but positioned himself in front of Nadia’s mouth anyway, and she slurped him down hungrily. Before long, Ben was fucking her mouth just like Finn had.

Meanwhile, Finn moved behind her and slid a fingertip along her already-wet slit.

“You’re enjoying this, you little cocksucker!” He slid his finger deep inside her, making her moan. After finger-fucking her to get her ready, Finn slid his hard dick into her pussy in one motion, making her moan and arch her back. He slid in and out, moaning at her heat and tightness, and growing harder when he saw how every thrust pushed her nose against Ben’s pubes and made her gag.

He slid a hand to tease her clit as he fucked her, and smiled as Ben started tweaking her nipples, making her squirm like a bitch in heat. He smacked her ass and thrust into her hard, loving how her cunt squeezed his cock when he pounded her.

After a while he started fucking her slower, so as not to cum just yet. Her legs were already trembling, and her eyes were watering from deepthroating her brother, but he still had more in mind for her. While he fucked her with long, deep strokes, his thumb slipped to her asshole and started making gentle circles. Nadia gurgled in protest and tried to shift away, and the boys’ eyes met in understanding.

“I’ve never fucked her there,” Ben said, but made no move to stop Finn’s exploration.

Her tight sphincter slowly gave way as he pushed his thumb deeper, and she moaned. Finn pointed to a bottle of lube on the nightstand, and Ben stopped fucking his sister’s mouth long enough to retrieve it. Nadia gasped and tried to squirm away, but Finn held her close.

“Please, not there!” she begged. “You’re too big for my ass, and you’ve already fucked me so hard I can barely stand!”

Finn gaziantep öğrenci escort bayan stroked her back and buttocks soothingly, leaning over her to whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck this tight ass,” he told her. “But if you push out like a good little girl, it will hurt less.”

She whimpered in nervous submission as he pushed his finger deeper, letting his cock slip out of her pussy in preparation for her ass-fucking. She looked to her brother for comfort, and he stroked her cheek as he handed Finn the lube.

“It’ll be okay, sis,” he said. “Besides, I’ve always said you have a hot ass!” She glared at him and moaned as Finn’s now-lubed cockhead pushed at her tight rosebud. She gasped as he pushed past the resistance, deeper into her ass, and she clutched at her brother desperately as her legs started quivering uncontrollably.

Unexpectedly, Ben grabbed her head and started fucking her throat again, muffling her screams as Finn fucked her deep in the ass.

Finn moaned deep in his throat. He was fucking a hot, stuck-up blonde girl in her ass while she gagged on her brothers cock. This must be what heaven was like, he thought.

Before long, Ben exploded in his sister’s mouth with a groan of pleasure. She slurped the hot cum up greedily, swallowing as if by reflex, and licking her lips to get the little dribbles that escaped her mouth. Ben sighed happily and began to massage her sides and back, helping her relax for the rough ass-fucking she was enduring.

Finn could tell she was starting to enjoy it, though, as she lifted her hips up to meet his thrusts. When she started wiggling her ass in little circles, begging for more, he spanked her and fucked her harder. That drew a reaction immediately.

“Oh, yes!” she screamed. “Ream my little ass, you bastard! Fuck me like an ass-slut!”

Finn was tempted to empty his balls into her butt, but he still had one more thing planned, so he pulled out, causing Nadia to moan in distress.

“Put it back,” she pleaded. “I want to feel you cum in my ass.”

“Maybe later,” he replied. “For now, that will be your brother’s pleasure.”

Once again, he enjoyed their shocked looks. Ben predictably started to protest.

“No way, man!” he said quickly, backing away from Finn a few steps. “I don’t swing that way.”

But Nadia stepped in at this point, marching up to her brother and grabbing him oğuzeli escort bayan by the cock.

“Listen here, mister,” she said. “You let me get fucked in my ass, so you can take the same, or I’ll show Mom and Dad the picture myself!”

With that, she pushed him onto Finn’s bed and forced him to get on all fours, stroking his cock all the while.

With a grin, she grabbed the lube and spread his butt cheeks wide, exposing the tight hole. Looking Finn right in the eyes, she slowly slide a lubed-up finger deep into her brother’s asshole, making him moan uncomfortably.

“C’mon, big boy,” she said to Finn. “Come make my brother your bitch just like you did to me.”

Finn pressed his rock-hard cock against Ben’s asshole, enjoying how he clutched the sheets and wiggled his ass nervously, and how his sister pinned him to the bed with her body weight and spread his butt cheeks to help him get fucked.

When his cock slipped past the resistance into the other boy’s ass, Finn moaned deeply. Nadia moaned too, slapping her brother’s ass hard. Ben groaned and whimpered quietly, trying not to cry out.

That resolve broke down quickly as Finn started to fuck him pumping his cock in and out slowly, going balls-deep each time. Ben made a noise that was halfway between a moan and a scream, but Nadia still held him down, reaching between his legs to play with his cock.

Finn looked deep into her eyes while he fucked her brother, loving the evil spark he saw in those blue orbs. She moved to kiss him suddenly, and he was surprised by the passion.

“Fuck my brother hard, stud,” she said. “It makes me so hard to watch him taking your cock in his ass!”

She kissed him deeper, sliding her tongue against his, and he erupted into Ben’s ass, moaning loudly into Nadia’s mouth as he came. She continued playing with her brother’s cock and balls at the same time, until he too exploded in a hot, sticky mess.

She tossed her hair and smiled wickedly as she licked her brother’s cum off her hand, then leaned down to clean Finn’s cock as it slipped out of Ben’s well-fucked ass.

Ben crawled off the bed sheepishly, carefully avoiding eye contact with either of his partners. Finn smiled and sighed contentedly as Nadia finished cleaning his cock, then laid her head on his chest.

Later, after the twins went home, Finn fired up his computer and checked his email. Noting that the twincest picture was safe and sound, he began dreaming up other ways he could blackmail the siblings. Though given the way Nadia at least had reacted, he thought, blackmail might not be required.

Epilogue:

Finn and Nadia became college sweethearts, and married soon after graduation. Every now and then, Ben visits — Nadia jokes that he comes for Finn’s cock in his ass. He always protests, but sooner or later, the three end up in the bedroom, and his ass always ends up well-fucked.

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Stan Johnson had lived a good life. At the age of 54, he was already retired from his own company. He just bought a large yacht, and was getting ready for it’s maiden voyage. He brought along his sexy 52 yr old wife, Beverly, their 2 children, Kelly 21, and Reggie, 24. Reggie and Kelly brought their dates. Reggie brought Anne Simpson, a stunning Asian American, 20 yrs old. Kelly brought her boyfriend, Jeff Farmer, 24, a semi professional bodybuilder. Also along for the ride, was Kay Johnson, Stan’s 50 yr old unmarried sister. They had all just boarded the huge yacht, and were casting off for a nice cruise, and picnic. They were all having the times of their lives, drinking, and partying. They had been out to sea for a good 4 hours, when they noticed the fast approaching storm.

Stan wasn’t very experienced at handling the new yacht, and he nervously tried to turn the boat away from the storm. It was too late, and the large waves caught the yacht, knocking it out of control. It seemed like it lasted for hours, as the boat was tossed around in the rough water. It was probably more like minutes, but suddenly they felt a huge bump, and realized that they had been washed ashore. The storm was now subsiding, and they exited the seriously damaged vessel. Stan inspected the large holes in the yacht, and realized that they were stuck there.

He helped everyone off the yacht, and they all sat on the beach, cold and shaking. Beverly held her husband tight, scared too death. He could tell by the way her nails dug into his arm. Anne was all over Reggie, also frightened. Kelly and Jeff seemed to be handling it pretty well. Kay, was crying, and Stan pulled her on the other side of him. He now held his wife, and his sister. Both women were hangint on to him tightly. “Everyone remain calm” Stan told them. He told them that they would have to make the best of it. Being overly excited wouldn’t help matters much.

They all decided to explore a bit, maybe there was gaziantep minyon escort bayan civilization somewhere on the seemingly deserted island. They stuck together, and walked as a group. They traveled quite a distance, and there was nothing in sight, that made it look like anyone lived there. “Well, maybe we should make a shelter” Stan said. They returned to the damaged yacht, and got some tools. The 3 men began cutting trees, and had the women gather up palm leaves, and whatever else they could find. They had built a rather nice shelter in a matter of hours. They could at least stay fairly dry if another storm moved through.

As nighttime approached, they all huddled together in the homemade shelter, trying to stay warm. The temperature dropped quite a bit after the sun went down. Everyone finally managed to fall asleep, and the sound of snoring filled the shelter. Reggie woke up early in the morning, and looked around. No one else was awake. He slid his hand between his girlfriend, Anne’s legs, and began rubbing her pussy as she slept. Anne woke up, and felt her boyfriend’s hand against her wet pussy. “Mmmm, yeah” she softly moaned. Reggie slid her shorts off, and spread her legs. He quietly ate her pussy, making her cum quickly. Anne’s sweet pussy was quite a beautiful site. It had dark pussy lips, and the hair was a shiny black color. It was the ultimate in Asian pussy’s. Reggie just loved the way it smelled, tasted, and felt.

He slipped out of his shorts, and quickly pulled Anne on top of him. She straddled his throbbing erection, and began lowering her pussy onto his cock. They both softly moaned as his large cock entered her tight pussy. Anne raised her shirt, and began playing with her small breasts. She had dark colored nipples, that were quite long. She pinched and pulled on her nipples as she rode Reggie’s cock. They both climaxed simultaneously, her pussy spasming nizip escort bayan around his erupting cock. He filled her sweet pussy with his hot, sticky cum. She moaned, and grunted as the hot liquid erupted deep into her pussy. “Oh baby” she moaned.

She rode him until she felt the last of his cum ooze from his large throbbing cock. She then quickly dismounted him. They kissed, and held each other closely. They both dressed, and returned to sleep. Stan awoke from an erotic dream. He couldn’t exactly remember what it was about, but it must’ve been quite good. His cock was so hard that it ached. He suddenly realized there was something moving against his erection. He figured it was his wife, and he quietly lowered his shorts, exposing his thick throbbing cock. He laid back with his eyes closed, enjoying the hand job he was receiving. He moaned softly, and reached over to fondle his wife’s breasts.

He realized that it wasn’t his wife’s tits, as his hand slid inside o the loose cotton shirt. He looked over, and saw Kay, his sister, holding and stroking his enormous erection. He dared not say a word, and just enjoyed the hand job. Kay stroked his cock up and down, squeezing the sensitive head each time it slid into her fist. He moaned, and thrust against her. His sister had large, floppy breasts. They were 38 DD, and the nipples were huge. He was playing with her nipples as she continued stroking him. Kay then slid between her brother’s legs, and began to lick the head of his cock. She held his thick erection between her large breasts. Allowing him to fuck her large tits.

Stan thrust into the warm mound of her cleavage, his cock disappearing between those beautiful breasts. She licked at his cock head as it thrust upwards. Stan moaned, and his cum erupted. He squirted it all over his sister’s breasts, and her face. She quickly, and quietly cleaned his cum up, licking every drop. He was shocked, but nurdağı escort bayan quite horny, as he thrust his cock against her, spilling the remaining drops of cum against her large white breasts. He looked around, and no one else was stirring. Kay leaned upwards and whispered into his ear. “I’ve always wanted to do it with you, and since we may not ever leave here, I decided to go for it” she whisered. Stan told her that he had always wanted her as well.

Visions of her undressing in her bedroom when they were younger, always flashed through his mind. He had masturbated many many times, while watching his sister through a hidden peephole he had made between their rooms. Now, he had just came all over her tits, and face. He really wanted to fuck her, and she felt the same way, but each realized that right now, they should be thankful, no one caught them already. Kay decided to go for a swim. She removed all of her clothing, laying it on the sandy beach. She waded out into the cool water, laying back, enjoying the sensation. Stan also made his way to the beach, and he watched as his 50 yr old sister, splashed water all over her naked body.

He was still quite aroused, and as she began walking towards the beach, he could see her totally naked body. Her pussy hair was quite thick, and very blonde. She was quite incredible, actually. He stroked his cock while watching his sister’s nude body approaching. He held his thick cock in his hand, and stroked himself furiously. Kay quietly straddled her brother, lowering her pussy onto his thick cock. They fucked for about an hour, Kay climaxed many many times. Stan moaned, and shot his cum deep inside of his sister’s extremely tight pussy. She pressed her mouth over his, and they passionately french kissed. She rode his cock, her tight pussy squeezing him excitedly, milking all of his cum from the pulsating head.

They continued kissing, and she slowly slid from him. “Mmmm, that was hot” she moaned. The 2 quickly dressed, and Stan built a fire. They huddled by the fire to keep warm. Slowly but surely, everyone started waking up. Beverly was first, and she joined Stan and Kay at the fire. “Hi, baby” she whispered. “I was beginning to worry about you” she said. “Oh, Kay and I decided to build a fire” he replied. “Mmmm, it feels nice” his wife replied.

To Be Continued…

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Susan was the most popular girl in school. A stunning beauty of 18 with beautiful B cup tits and a slender swimmers body with a very tight ass. All the guys chased after her hoping to score with her or at least go out with her. She teased everyone in school especially the guys on the football team.

Oh how they clamored after her hoping they would be the one to take her to a school dance or the senior prom. A chance to be seen with her on a date or have one’s picture taken with her was always on every guys mind. She dated some but mostly she shut the guys down on a regular basis.

She wasn’t a bitch or even spiteful, she had other things that held her interests. Susan was the schools top swimmer and had set many local and state records. She was well on her way to the Olympics and dating just got in the way. The school’s trophy case was filled with her accomplishments and everyone cheered her on. To see this golden haired beauty swim was poetry in motion. Every motion she made seemed to be effortless and the way she cut thru the water was the envy of all the girls on her swim team.

Her coach, Joe, was in 7th heaven because of her abilities and worked closely with her to further develop and hone her skills. He was sure that she would make the Olympics and quite possibly win a medal

Susan’s parents, Kim and Scott were so very proud of this lady and never hindered her from her from the very start. Every morning and evening Susan would swim laps in the family pool until she wore out everyone watching her. As they watched her grow up they knew she would excel at this sport.

Susan loved the pool and loved swimming. Her parents often kidded her about having gills instead of lungs. Terry, her older brother by 11 months loved to swim also, but could not even hold a candle to her abilities. She often wanted to race him but usually after half a lap she was so far ahead of him he usually gave up and got out of the pool.

He would sit in the lounge chair and stare at her long after everyone else got tired. Terry was Susan’s biggest fan and he never missed a match.

Susan loved her family very much and all of them were very close. It was evident in every thing they did, from the casual way they were around the house to the very structured award dinners they attended.

While no one in the house could swim in Susan’s league, they all enjoyed the pool and were very trim because of all the swimming. Often late at night they would turn off all the lights and swim naked in the pool laughing and cavorting like a bunch of children. The open mindedness of the family never got in the way of their lives and being naked in and around the house was just a matter of fact.

Terry noticed that both Kim and Susan shaved their pussies and he always thought that their smoothness was very erotic. Scott and Terry both had nice sized cocks, nothing extraordinary, probably just a bit more than average and they noticed that Kim and Susan checked them out often.

Little did Terry know that Kim did more than just check him out, when she looked at Terry her pussy got wet and thoughts went thru her mind of fucking gaziantep manken escort bayan him like there was no tomorrow. When she got those thoughts Scott was in for the best fuck of the week. He knew when she had those thoughts, because it was on those nights that she was insatiable.

It was also on those nights that he got to fuck her ass. Oh how he loved to stick his cock in her tight bunghole. She always had a huge orgasm when they fucked that way and when her asshole clenched it squeezed Scott’s cock until he came with a force that almost made him pass out.

What Kim didn’t know is that when he was fucking Kim in the ass his mind imagined that it was Susan’s ass he was fucking.

“There at it again”

Terry said to Susan as he snuck into her room. She snickered and said,

“Tell me about it. It seems that they do this a lot lately.”

Susan moved to let Terry sit on the edge of her bed and when he turned she noticed that he had a hard on. She had seen his dick a lot, but never really hard and was instantly mesmerized by the manhood so close to her.

She wasn’t a novice about sex; she had been petted by a few guys and knew about their erections, but never really touched one or seen one before. She often masturbated with her hairbrush and imagined what it would feel like to have a real cock in her pussy, but an orgasm by her hand and hairbrush was all she had ever really got.

Terry had often come into her room especially when their parents were doing it, but this was the first time she noticed his hard on. Terry saw her looking at it and asked,

“Do you want to touch it?”

She was grateful for the fact that the light was out but was afraid that her crimson glow would illuminate the room. Her nipples got instantly hard and she felt flushed all over. Terry sensed her hesitation and said,

“Hey it’s ok, I shouldn’t have asked, but you seemed to be interested in it.”

Susan reached her hand out and grasped his cock. Terry almost fell off the bed but steadied himself. He arranged himself a bit so she could have better access to his throbbing member. This was wonderful, the most beautiful woman in school was holding on to his cock and she was gently massaging it.

“It feels real nice Terry, I never knew it could fell like this.”

The tingles in her hand seemed to spread all the way to her pussy as she felt it get wet and she suddenly wanted more. She leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock and he jumped.

“Did I hurt you?”

She was truly worried that she had done something wrong, but Terry assured her that she didn’t, he was just taken by surprise.

“Do it again” he urged.

This time aware of what was going to happen he let Susan put her mouth on the head and she gently licked it savoring the way it felt on her tongue. His precum was oozing out and she wiped it all over her lips licking it off and enjoying the flavor.

She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into it and was instantly in love with this new feeling of this hot gaziantep masaj yapan escort bayan manhood invading her. Terry moved on the bed and lay down next to Susan. She liked this because she could now suck more of his cock into her mouth and then she felt his lips on her pussy. She instantly froze into an orgasm.

Susan had never before felt anything so marvelous. Terry eagerly sucked her pussy and the juices flowing from it, taking Susan to new heights she had never known.

One orgasm quickly became two and then three. Wave after wave swept over her body and she shook more violently with each one. She reached down and pushed Terry away while trying to catch her breath. He looked at her and asked,

“You ok?”

She worked her way down to his face and kissed him so deeply that he knew she was fine. She backed away and told him,

“That was awesome, I never felt anything like it before.”

” You taste wonderful sis, I could eat you for hours.”

“I don’t think I could take it that long, but any time you want to do that again, hey, your welcome.”

It was then she noticed that he was still hard, so she lay back down and took his cock into her mouth greedily sucking on it. Her mouth was so warm and tender, he loved the feeling.

Sucking on his dick made her feel wonderful and she wanted to make him feel like she just did. Terry moved his dick slowly in and out of her mouth gently fucking it until she got the idea and started bobbing her head on his cock.

She took a bit more in her mouth every time and loved the feeling of his manhood in her mouth. She picked up the pace and was thinking she was getting real good at it because he was bucking his hips in tempo with her sucking.

“I’m going to cum” he told her.

This only spurred her on to suck harder and faster. His first shot sprayed the back of her mouth and she gasped. Susan swallowed as much as she could before the second spray also shot to the back of her mouth.

It was too much and she gagged a bit and cum dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheek. Again he shot this time not so much and it coated her tongue. The flavor was wonderful. She loved this stuff and wanted more. She started sucking again hoping she could get all of his cum. He did have a bit more to offer but his orgasm was subsiding and she felt a bit disappointed that there would be no more.

She scooped the cum from her cheek, but it was not the same as having it shoot directly from a stiff cock. Terry picked her up and kissed her as passionately as she had kissed him earlier and told her that was wonderful. Susan knew right then that she was a cock sucker and always wanted to be one. Terry slipped off to his room and the thought of what happened earlier left him with the most erotic dreams he had ever had.

Scott woke up with a hard on and was frustrated to see that Kim was already up and out of bed. He couldn’t go downstairs like this and was just about to go take a cold shower when Susan bounded into the room. She was only wearing her panties gaziantep masöz escort bayan and this did little to abate his erection. Scott turned slightly so that his cock didn’t tent the covers and said,

“Good morning darling. Did you have a good night?”

“Oh daddy, it was wonderful. I had the best night ever.”

“Oh? And what did you do that made it so wonderful?”

When Susan came into the room she had seen her dad’s hard cock and she was ready for another load of cum but had to figure out how to get it out of him. Her quick wit and fast thinking went into overdrive. She wanted to swallow more cum and she was sure that if she played her cards right that her dad would give it to her.

“I had a pleasant surprise last night and got a treat.”

Scott was curious now and wondered what kind of treat his daughter had.

“What kind of treat was that honey?”

“The best kind daddy” she said with a sly grin on her face.

Susan moved closer to her dad and brushed his cock with her hand as she moved closer. Scott groaned silently as he felt her hand on his cock and then he shifted in the bed which moved the covers and revealed his hard member. She mockingly looked shocked and said,

“Oh my, what do we have here?”

Before Scott could do anything, she had her hand on his cock and was leaning over to suck it into her mouth. In an instant she had over half his dick in her mouth and she was sucking it furiously.

Scott tried to protest but he knew that this is what he wanted more than anything. Susan was in heaven, another cock in her mouth and she was sucking on it for all she was worth. Scott starting bucking into her mouth and she found that she could take every inch of him into her.

She played with his balls and felt them start to tighten. This she found out later, would mean that he was about to ejaculate. Just then Scott blew his load into her mouth. Susan sucked faster and swallowed all his cum. She was surprised to have an orgasm from this action but reveled in the feeling and kept sucking till

Scott was drained. He had just got a blowjob from his beautiful daughter and wanted her to do it again. She sat up and Scott drew her close and kissed her deeply. He probed her mouth with his tongue and could taste his cum in her mouth.

“Did you enjoy that?”

Scott was shocked as he looked at the door and saw both his wife and his son standing there with big grins on their faces. He then looked again and saw Terry’s hand in Kim’s pussy and she had her hand around his cock.

They entered the room and sat on the bed with Susan and Scott.

“When I got up this morning, Susan was sucking Terry off at the pool and I was so horny from last night that I snuck up on them and watched. Terry saw me and told me to come over and sit on his face. He sucks pussy almost as good as you. Anyway, Susan told me that they did that last night while they were listening to us fuck and that she believes that she is a true cock sucker. I told her to come up here and give you one.”

“She’s pretty good huh dad?”

Scott smiled and petted Susan’s cute ass and said,

“Yes she is, in fact she can do that anytime she wants.”

Susan smiled and bent over to take his limp cock in her mouth again.

Kim pulled Terry close to her and said,

“Fuck me in the ass son, I love it so much.”

Scott couldn’t believe his ears or eyes. His beautiful daughter with his cock in her mouth and his beautiful wife getting stuffed by his son. What could be better?

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Dottie and I have been married for just over five years now and while our sex is great, we started talking about a year, year and a half ago, about moving a bit beyond just the two of us to spice things up. Oh, and has it ever.

The first little adventure was a guy from my work who Dottie knew from some social functions. I had told her that Jacob was leaving the company and moving to the West Coast and she said, “Gee, that’s too bad, I’ll never get to fuck him, then.”

Well, we had just finished our own fucking and, since she kind of said it in a joking manner, I asked her if she was serious.

“Well, I was kidding but he is a good-looking guy. Pretty nice.”

“You know we’ve been talking about fooling around outside just you and me. Would you want to give him a going-away fuck?”

So, that led to our first experience bringing in another person to enjoy sex with us.

We invited Jacob to dinner and Dot wore a sheer blouse and a short little skirt, both bare underneath. As soon as he was in the door and had a glass of wine in his hand, we told him what we had planned. Yes, he was all for it, Dottie is a beautiful woman, blond, gray eyes, trim, nice boobs, firm, just a hot package all around.

So, during drinks and dinner, she was sitting most of the time with her legs open, luring him with her freshly-shaved pussy (I know, I did it myself). By the end of dinner, he was so horny, I thought he would leave a trail of cum down the hallway to our bedroom as we ushered him into an evening of sex with my wife. We both fucked her over and over and she talks about it to this day.

Then, we talked about taking our RV to a nudist resort for a week. We had never been naked in a public place and decided first to try out a nude beach we had heard of. Dottie was nervous for the first half hour or so but then really was turned-on by all the looks she was getting. I remember her telling me that she never thought she was an exhibitionist but now was convinced that she was for sure.

Since then, she’s flashed a few guys, little things like that.

So, we did decide on a nudist resort for a week. We knew enough about nudist spots that while they all portray a family atmosphere, the truth is, when humans are naked around each other, libidos become heightened no matter how high your ideals are about the natural lifestyle. People are people and people love to fuck. We sure do.

As soon as we got there on Saturday after we had parked our RV and hooked-up to the utilities, we went down to the lake shore to look at hooking-up with another couple. We spread out a blanket and lay back to enjoy the sun and get used to being naked among strangers.

There were a number of others walking around, some couples, a few people walking by just by themselves and some families, often with young children.

A number of the people were pretty attractive, a number of couples, several teenage girls who seemed to be with their families, yet some were much less attractive. It was our first time doing this so it was all new even though we have done some looking online to get an idea what to expect.

Cocks were interesting. It seemed some men and boys were having a literally ‘hard’ time of it around all this naked flesh. Some were kind of half-hard, hanging down some but far from soft, two boys, probably about fourteen were sporting stiffies that preceded themselves rather obviously. In fact these two walked by us several times and I’m pretty sure they weren’t looking at me.

Then a young couple walked up to us holding hands. They actually looked related, like brother and sister.

“Can we sit here with you two?” he asked.

“Sure, I’m John, this is Dottie.”

“Oh, we’re Paul and Sharon, thanks.”

“So, have you done this before?”

“No, it’s our first time, just got here a while ago,” Paul replied.

“Yeah, we’ve talked about it but, well, this may seem unlike most couples but I really have wanted to do this but Paul was hesitant,” Sharon said.

“It’s our first time, too, but John was the one that first suggested it. We tried a nude beach first so I could get used to it. Then, I really wanted to come here,” Dottie told them.

I couldn’t help but notice that the young man was looking at Dottie’s boobs which were making his cock rise some. As they sat there, the girl reached her hand over to play with the guy’s hardening cock while we continued to talk. It rather amazed me that she was so un-self-conscious about playing with his cock, it was as if it was something that she just did all the time, regardless. Well, why not, I thought, as the idea began to send stiffening signals to my own cock.

“So, are you two married?” Sharon asked.

“Yeah, about five years now, how about you two,” Dottie asked back.

“Oh, no, nothing like that. Actually, well, is it okay to tell them, Paul?”

The guy nodded and she went on, “Well, Paul and I, um, I hope you understand, we’re brother and sister, he’s older, nineteen, I’m eighteen. I guess a little closer gaziantep kızıl escort bayan than most brothers and sisters,” and she grinned as her cheeks seemed to redden.

“Well, that’s fine with us, it looks like you have a lot of fun together,” Dottie said, nodding toward Sharon’s hand on her brother’s cock.

“Oh, Sharon, she likes to play with me, I’ve told her she should cool it but she keeps telling me if it’s out, she just wants it.”

“I know, I’m awful. I hope I didn’t scandalize you both. Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine with us. I don’t know about the rules, maybe we should go to our RV so we’re out of people’s view,” said Dottie.

We four walked back to our spot and went inside. Dottie got us all drinks as we settled in.

“So, do you just be together when you come to a place like this?” Paul asked.

“No, we live together at home. Out Mom knows and, well, she realized that we would do what we wanted while she was at work, so I was already on the pill and we started sleeping together after that.”

“Yeah, Mom knows everything, that’s one reason why Sharon keeps playing with me like this,” and he nods down, “she plays with me even when we’re watching TV. There are times when Mom tells us it’s just too much for her and she goes in her room and masturbates. But we do pretty much what we wanted at home.”

Dottie had started playing with my cock as they were telling us their story, everyone seemed relaxed and enjoying themselves.

“With Paul and I it’s never really been love and all that. I mean, sure, we love each other and all, but it’s sex that we really like with each other. We just love doing it.”

“Have you had sex with any others?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s kind of funny, in a way. I was friends with a girl at school, Jenny, and she once confided in me that she and her older brother were having sex. Well. I got up my nerve and told her about Paul and me and that we did it for fun more than romance. She said they did too and wanted to know what I would think about trading.”

“Yeah, Sharon came home and told me about this girl and her brother. I couldn’t believe it. And she wanted to see if we wanted to do each others brother or sister, you know, swap.”

“Well, it seemed the brothers, of course, jumped all over the idea and we got together at her house a few days later. It was all a bit uncomfortable until we got our clothes off then, well, the boys were all over us, her brother was two years older than me and had a very nice dick and sure knew how to use it.”

“The girl, his sister, was really pretty and had developed a beautiful figure, just so hot. And she was very uninhibited as far as sex goes, she goaded the rest of us into some great times together.”

“Wow, sounds fun, guys,” I threw in.

“Oh, was it ever. You two ever do that kind of thing?” Sharon asked.

Before I could even get an answer out, Dottie replied, “No, but we’re hoping to, that’s why we came this week.”

There it was.

“Would you like us?” Sharon asked.

Chapter 2

Well, they were both nice, clean-looking young people, he was somewhat athletic, about six feet, trim, wavy blond hair, curly below, nice cock, it seemed. She was about five-four, also trim, blond, nice, curvy, firm boobs, pink nipples, shaved pussy with a nice plump mound, it looked yummy, actually, and she didn’t sit with her legs clamped closed, either. She liked to be looked at, I was sure of that.

Dottie answered for us, “Yeah, you two look great and you’re both a sexy pair.”

“Great, Paul and I saw you walk down to the lake and we talked about you two and decided to see if you would be interested.”

“Well, we have a queen-sized bed in here, think we can all fit in it?” I asked and Sharon said, “Oooh, let’s try,” and we all jumped up all ready for fun.

We went into the small bedroom and got up on the bed. We had already paired-off, me with Sharon, Dottie with Paul. Both of us guys lay down on the bed and each woman sat between our legs, sitting cross-legged, their pussies open just a bit, as they each stroked and played with our cocks.

We decided that with the limited bed space, one couple would turn around the other way which did work out better. Soon, Sharon was sucking my cock as Dottie blew Paul.

Then, Sharon lifted up and moved up on me, squatted up over my cock and dropped herself down over me, sliding my cock deep inside. Dottie saw this and did the same and soon each newly-paired couple was fucking delightedly next to each other.

“God, is this so sexy,” said Dottie, “Oh, you won’t have to convince me any more, John, I love this idea of trading partners.”

“Oh, I do too, Dottie, ever since that first time for me and Paul. And we were just lucky that we all got here today at about the same time and saw each other before anyone had hooked-up with another couple.”

“Mmm, yes, this is even better than I had hoped,” said Dotty, who now seemed gaziantep köle escort bayan converted to a little more open lifestyle for our future.

Sharon’s pussy was really tight, every time she pulled up on me, it felt like she was siphoning my cum up. And her breasts were perfect as I rubbed her hard, erect nipples. Oh, could this girl fuck.

“Mmm, this is nice, I love your cock, John, Dottie’s a lucky woman.”

“All I know right now, Sharon, is that I’m a lucky man to have you and Dottie both. This is fantastic.”

Dottie, hearing this, jumped in, “So, don’t even tell me if Sharon is better than me, I don’t want to know. I do know this is fun, and Paul, mmm, I’m glad you picked us to approach.”

“Truth is,” John replied, “it was your boobs that led me over to where you two were sitting. They’re so nice.”

“Thank you, Paul, there all yours, I love it when you play with my nipples and suck them.”

“I love it too, and I really love the way you make me feel fucking me like this. You really tighten around me when you pull back up. It’s just wonderful. I’m gonna cum pretty soon, the way you”re milking me.”

“My pussy just loves cum, so whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

“Oh, I’m close, too,” I added as Sharon rocked up and down on me.

“What if we all cummed at the same time? Wouldn’t that be great? I’m close, too,” said Sharon.

The two women continued to rock up and down as Paul and I played with boobs; such a life.

Soon, Paul began to moan followed by Sharon. Then Paul stiffened and shot my wife full of his cum, just as Sharon clenched around my cock and began trembling which triggered me right then and there as my cock spewed up into her and Dottie began groaning and pumping up and down on Paul faster and faster.

No, it wasn’t planned but it did happen, we all had orgasms within about a minute or so, it was incredible. I’m sure there were seismographs that picked up the tremors from our RV hundreds of miles away. It was wonderful and the sense of sex pervasive.

I lay there, happy with my new partner, as we led our hands over each other.

“So, do you and Paul still live at home?”

“No, I moved out two years ago and last year, Paul moved in with me. Mom knows we fuck, of course, I mean we share the same bed and fuck every day, have for years. We were talking about the brother and sister we used to swap with and all that talk led us to look around on the internet and we found this nudist resort. So, here we are, and now we’re in your bed. This is nice.”

“Yes, it sure is. I think Dottie and I would like to see if you two want to do this regularly. More than just this time or this week.”

Dottie had heard me say this to Sharon and she raised up her head and added, “I agree with John. We’d love to be together with you two on a regular basis. This is just great so far.”

“Yeah, I think so, too,” offered Paul and that looked like it more or less sewed-up a new couple for us to swap with. Seemed like a good excuse for another fuck.

“What say we celebrate this with another nice fuck,” I said and it seemed to be unanimously voted in and Paul and I were soon up over our new partners, pushing our cocks inside their warm, receptive pussies. Soon, the room was quiet except for a soft moan or two every once in a while and an occasional slurp sound of a hard cock making its way into and out of a deliciously cum-filled pussy.

We spent the rest of the morning and afternoon in our bed, once doing a circle of oral sex which was really fun and one that we all decided would be a regular thing. We sucked and fucked and rubbed and licked and tongued and just had a wonderful time.

We did make a quick lunch, then went back to bed for more.

At the end of the afternoon, we decided to pair up and split, I went with Sharon back to their cabin and Paul stayed with Dottie in our RV.

Usually, after a nice sex romp, one gets dressed to go out but at a nudist park, you just stay naked. So, Sharon and I walked back to the cabins, hand in hand, naked as we could be, me walking down the path with my cock still wet from our last coupling, our combined juices drying as it hung down swinging back and forth in the late afternoon air.

“God, I’ve got your cum running down my legs, John. Feels tickly.”

“I’ll try to replace any that runs out when we get to your cabin if you’d like.”

“I knew I liked you, John, and that was even before I saw your nice, long dick when you sat there on the blanket with Dottie. I was sold immediately. Well, so was Paul. He really likes Dottie. She’s really beautiful and very sexy. You’re a lucky man.”

“Especially when she lets me go home with a pretty twenty-year old girl like you, Sharon.”

“Well, it’s nice that we don’t even have to take our clothes off when we get to my cabin, they’re already off,” she observed.

“Isn’t that great?”

“It’s nice to get some privacy for just the two of us, John,” she gaziantep kumral escort bayan said as she swiped her hand discretely over my cock as we walked up to her cabin.

Once inside, she showed me around, the cabins, while somewhat rustic, were fairly nice but I was still glad we brought our RV, after all we bought it to take with us.

Sharon put a frozen lasagna in the microwave to get hot and we took ourselves into the bedroom to get hot ourselves.

She got up on the bed facing away from me, her knees on the edge and I stood there on the floor just at the right height as I pushed into her tight pussy.

“This is just the right height, Sharon.”

She giggled a bit and said, “Well, Paul and I tried it as soon as we got here. We already fucked once when we first saw you and Dottie. You’ll find out, I’m a sex-crazed woman. I love it, mmm, just like you’re doing right now.”

We heard the microwave go off but were not about to stop fucking, our hunger for each other was more than our hunger for food.

Sharon had cum dribbling down her legs as I fucked her on and on. She started moving her hips around as she lay her head on the bed.

“Mmm, that feels good, just push in deep and take little short strokes, okay?”

I did just that and she began to moan. “Oh, yeah, keep doing that, it’s so good.”

She was beautiful with her butt up in the air, her wet, gleaming pussy lips being parted over and over as I stroked in and out of her. I was pulling out, all the way out, then slipping back down inside, parting her labia, my shaft dropping deep inside.

Every time my cock tip spread open her pussy lips, the feeling was stunning, just out of this world. I knew I would be cumming soon.

“I’m really close, oh, yes, really…MMM, MMM, OH, OH, UH, mmm, mmm, that’s so good, yes, mmm, don’t stop, it’s nice, mmm,” she moaned and I felt my own orgasm rising as I began fucking her faster, then the release as my cum rocketed into her deeply over and over until I fell, spent, down over her as I lay on top of her, feeling her vagina spasm and throb along the length of my cock. It was heaven.

“Mmm, that was wonderful, Sharon, you are so good.”

“Mmm, we make a good pair, don’t we. I just knew it when I saw that cock, I just had to have it. And my brother was begging me to let him approach the two of you. I’m glad we did.”

“Me, too, my cock is so happy where it is right now.”

“I could almost go to sleep like this,” she said drowsily.

Well, I knew I was heavy over her, so after enjoying my cock in her for a few more minutes, I pulled out and rolled next to her and we got up to see what our lasagna looked like. It turned out to be more shriveled-up than my cock which, as we ate the now-just warm food, was beginning to revive, especially as Sharon played with it under the table. A couple of glasses of red wine helped things along and we were soon back in bed.

She treated me to a vigorous cowgirl fuck, up over me, squatting down running me deep up inside her, then slowly, slowly drawing up, gripping me tighter as she went, oh, it was stunning.

“Oh, you really know how to make a man happy, Sharon. The way you tighten around me as you go up, oh, it’s wonderful.”

“Like this?” she asked as she rose up over me, clenching my cock so tight I almost expected sucking sounds as she rose.

“Mmm, exactly like that. Oh, you are the best,” I murmured as I rubbed her breasts and gently tweaked her nipples.

There was no way any man could keep from cumming with the way she was fucking me. And, yes, she did suck my balls inside out as I spurted deep up into her over and over.

Then she quickly began fucking me to get herself off, rubbing her clit round and round as I worked her nice, firm boobs and hard nipples.

“Mmm, mmm, yes, oh, yes, mmm, yes, yes, UUH, UHH, UH, UH, mmm, oh, mmm, that is so good, mmm, oh, yes,” and she dropped onto me as we kissed and I rubbed her back and butt as I felt her tightening and relaxing around my cock. She just didn’t quit.

“I hope you and Dottie want to continue this with us after this week. I really like the sex we’re having, John, I hope I’m making you happy.”

“Oh, you are, this has been incredible. You are so tight, you really suck the cum right out of me.”

“Well, we did kind of make a slurp sound the time I pulled right up off you. But I went right back down and you went right back up inside me where I wanted you. Still feel good?” she asked as she flexed around my cock.

“Mmm, yeah, you can do that all night long.”

“I would but without much more action on your cock, you’d probably get soft after a while. I know Paul does, and my muscles can get tired too. I don’t have a ‘super-pussy’ you know.”

“It feels super to me,” I whispered as I hugged her tight to me.

Well, I did get soft, even in such a lovely place as Sharon’s pussy. We did fall asleep, after all, it had been quite an eventful day for us both. We talked about how we each enjoyed each other and wondered how my wife and her brother were getting along.

“I know the first time Paul saw Dottie, he just went on and on about how she turned him on, about how sexy she looked, how he wanted to hook-up with her if he could, so I imagine Paul is happy right now. He’s great in bed so I expect Dottie’s pretty happy, too. He loves to give oral sex so if she likes that, she’ll be happy.”

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(Author’s Note: This is the third of my “Chaperone” stories – The other two being “Gangbang Chaperone” and “Glory Hole Chaperone” – all of which follow the sexual misadventures of Patty and her daughter Jane. These are all stand-alone tales, so don’t feel obligated to ‘catch-up’ before reading. However, you should because they’re awesome.

Also: a warning: The sexual activities in this work of fiction are diverse and occasionally extreme. Therefore, this tale is not for those of sensitive temperament or finicky tastes.)

***

Part 1: A Family Emergency

The pimply kid they dispatched to fetch Janie from class just about knocked himself out when he slammed into the doorframe on his way into the hall. I’d been facing the other way at the time, checking out the school’s sparsely populated trophy case, but I’d seen him in the reflection of the glass as he passed, ogling my ass like it was the first and last one he ever expected to see. I have to admit, I felt a shameful upwelling of pride at that: a whole building full of primo teenage tail and the kid couldn’t resist checking out my equipment. I might be thirty-four, but I still got it!

I continued to stand before the glass trophy case and covertly survey the room though the reflection. Since I’d arrived to pull Janie out of school for a “family emergency” the male population of the school’s administrative office had increased significantly: the vice principal was now standing behind the counter rifling through a small stack of what looked like blank papers; a bearded teacher showed up, spotted me and sat down to tap at a computer he wasn’t even pretending to look at; two janitors were fussing with a laser printer that seemed to work just fine and small clusters of boys had begun to accumulate in the corners and low-traffic areas like drifts of autumn leaves, speaking to each other in quiet, frustrated voices while gawking at my figure with hungry eyes. Eventually the girls’ field hockey coach showed up and shooed away the idle students before taking their place ocularly fondling me with a frankly lascivious stare. The only sour note in the reflected panorama of me-appreciation was an ancient secretary sporting a flame-red dye-job with gray roots who was flashing me some serious Stink Eye over the tops of her half-lens reading glasses.

I know some women just don’t like me. I’m used to it. But her gaze was making me feel uncomfortably conspicuous. The problem was that, because of my two jobs — I teach aerobics at the Blue River Spa on nights and weekends and bartend at Tiggle Jitz Gentleman’s Club on the daytime shift – my wardrobe trended towards the tight and/or slutty. So, although what I was wearing that day was the most conservative thing I could pull together, it was quite tight and I was displaying more cleavage and thigh than was probably appropriate. This in itself wouldn’t usually have bothered me, but the sight of the students in their matching outfits reminded me that the school district had switched to uniforms a couple of years ago after my daughter’s tendency to borrow (and lend out) my clothes had resulted in an epidemic of wardrobe infractions among her and her female classmates. I’d gotten a pretty stern talking to from the district about that. It was now belatedly occurring to me that I hadn’t learned a damn thing.

Feeling a little flustered, I turned around to face the room. There was a bustle of hastily assumed nonchalance among my admirers. “Oh, Jesus H Christ…” I heard the head secretary mumble to herself as she shook her head at the folly of the male sex.

I gave her a half smile and a “sorry – can’t help it” shrug.

She looked me up and down, cocked her head and gave me a “bullsh*t!” look. Finally, she sighed and spoke. “So what did you say this family emergency is?”

I hadn’t said. As Janie’s mom I assumed I was allowed to pull her out of school for the occasional ’emergency’, no questions asked. But the old woman’s suspicion and palpable contempt got me worrying: what if Janie has been telling tales around school or dropping hints about what she and her mom had been up to in private? Would anyone actually believe a teenage girl — even a ‘wild child’ like my Janie – if she told them her mom had escorted her to, and joined in with, a seventeen-cock gangbang, or if she told anyone how she and her mom ended up sucking and screwing a score or so policemen at a highway rest-stop glory hole a couple of weeks ago? Heck, even if she told people that we had been sharing a double headed dildo several times a week for the last month I doubt anyone would see it as more than somewhat disturbed lie from the school’s biggest slut. (And please let me note here that, although I love her unconditionally, I had no illusions about my daughter’s reputation – but better a promiscuous and well-protected slut than a naïve teenage mother, I say) However, the old secretary looked like she’d seen enough in her long, sour life to occasionally believe kahramanmaraş escort bayan the unthinkable. I felt a prickle of terror-sweat bead up along the back of my neck.

“Um…What?” I asked, having realized that, during my little anxiety break, I’d lost the thread of the conversation.

“Who died?”

“Her Grandparents.” I blurted, immediately wishing I hadn’t used the plural.

“What? All of them?”

“No… Just her father’s parents…” I said.

“Janie’s father? I’d thought… well…”

“Well what?”

“I thought she had no idea of her father’s identity,” the ancient secretary said. She twisted her thin lips into a smug half smile.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t believe everything eighteen year old girls tell you.”

“Well, Miss Graham, I find some tales more believable than others.”

My face grew red and my fists clenched. You could hear a pin drop in that crowded room as I fought to control my temper. I was still fighting the urge to slap that old judgmental bitch across the face when I heard Janie’s voice behind me, sounding worried: “Mom? What’s wrong?!”

I turned to face her and suddenly realized I’d cornered myself. The thing is, I really didn’t know who Janie’s father was and neither did she.

“It’s your father’s parents,” I said. “There was an accident…” I looked at her conspiratorially, hoping she’d get the hint and play along.

Her big dark eyes looked at me with confusion as she processed this, they flitted over to the secretary and suddenly she seemed to get it. “Nooo! Not Nana and Pop-pop!”

(That’s my girl!)

“I’m sorry, honey. They’re… gone.”

She rushed into my embrace and buried her face in my shoulder. I held her close and stroked her silky, sable hair, telling her it was OK to cry. As she gasped out a crocodile sob I could feel her hot breath washing across the nape of my neck. She shifted slightly and pressed our breasts together as her tongue flitted out to dance along my collarbone. I tried to squirm away but she held me tightly, lightly taking the flesh of my neck in her teeth as she pressed against me while wracked by conjured hysterics. I tried and failed to will away the bloom of gooseflesh she aroused as her lips danced up my neck just out of view of the curious, surrounding eyes. I could feel a welter of wetness between my thighs. Finally I had to push her away.

“Janie, we really need to go,” I said.

***

Finally free of the office and striding together through the school’s empty foyer, I spied our reflections in the glass doors of the darkened auditorium. From a distance we didn’t seem to look much alike: I was a couple of inches taller; she had straight, dark hair instead of my curly, blonde locks; her eyes were big and brown while mine were narrow and hazel and she had slightly darker complexion. But in the details — facial shape, nose, mouth, big boobs and shapely butts — we were cut from the same cloth. Not for the first time I mused that our love-life would be so much easier if our shared genetics weren’t quite so obvious. But perhaps that was for the best.

Jane brought me out of my thoughts when she whispered: “So, what’s really going on?”

“You’ll see.”

“Where are we going?”

“To the airport.”

“Will Tom meet us there?”

“Who said anything about Tom?”

“Well duh, who else would…”

“I said you’ll see, Janie.” I took her arm as I stopped outside the girl’s restroom just inside the school’s front doors. “Wait a minute; you need to use the bathroom.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes. You do.”

I reached into my purse. It was my big purse; the one Janie jokingly called my ‘diaper bag’. I withdrew a small, oblong box of polished cherry-wood. Janie’s eyes grew wide in surprise as I opened it and revealed a row of tapered slugs of black plastic arranged in order of increasing width and set into molded recesses within the box. They were numbered in order of increasing size: one through four.

Due to her alarmingly vast sexual experience I sometimes forgot that my Janie is still a high school student who still had some of the lingering ignorance and naiveté one would expect from a kid. “What’re those?” she asked with both curiosity and trepidation.

“Butt plugs,” I said as I took out the thinnest one. It was about the width of my pinkie finger. “We’ll start with the smallest and work your way up.” I put it in her hand, dug into my purse and passed her a small tube of lube. “Go put that in your bottom.”

“Wh…Why?”

“You’ll see.”

“Can’t I do it at home?”

“We’re going straight to the airport.”

“In this!?” she sneered, looking down at her white blouse, navy blue skirt and flat-soled, patent leather shoes. Janie hated her school uniform so much that I rarely got a chance to see her in it; she always changed out of it at the first convenience, usually before she kapalı gaziantep escort bayan even got home. That was a shame because I think it made her look cute, maybe even a little innocent.

But, to her question, I merely nodded.

“But I don’t have any luggage.”

“You won’t need clothes where we’re going.”

Janie’s eyes grew wide as saucers and a cute but wicked little smile crept across her face. Her fingers closed around the butt plug and lube. She leaned in close to me. “Wanna help?”

I thought about what Tom had said about “exercising discretion” when he had visited me at work last week to suggest this trip. I thought of the reason why he’d suggested this trip. “We’d better not. Not here,” I said.

“Here is perfect! I’ve used this bathroom, like, a zillion times for a quick midday fuck.”

“Janie,” I said. “Why must I keep telling you? Watch. Your. Language.”

Janie rolled her eyes. “… a quick midday, um… making-of-love, then? OK?” She laughed. Smiling impishly at me, she turned, braced her hands against the frame of the restroom door and stuck her beautifully pert, heart-shaped rump at me. “I sure could use some help back there…” She gave it a wiggle and peeked alluringly at me over her shoulder as she went in.

I felt that giddy-panicky arousal I always felt when my child was deliberately tempting me like this. I thought of the long distance we would have to travel today and the ordeal awaiting us at our destination. I was on edge and, yes, I could certainly use some release. I promised myself, again, that after this trip we’d stop doing this… for real this time. And, most of all, I hoped and prayed that Tom was right and that he and his secret “Society of Erotics” (his phrasing, not mine) could finally instill some discipline and restraint in my increasingly sexually out-of-control daughter.

But not yet.

I followed her into the lavatory. Janie slammed the door shut behind me and locked the deadbolt. She pulled the key from the lock and dropped it in her purse.

“Where did you get that key?” I asked

She smirked and arched an eyebrow at me, silently daring me to ask again while implying I probably didn’t really want to know. I dropped the issue. Instead, I pulled my daughter in for a deep kiss. Our lips met and we tasted each other hungrily. Our tongues parried and dodged as our hands scouted along the undulating contours of our crushing bodies. We pushed and ground against each other, raising an erotic heat that burned inward and set us both aflame.

Janie’s hand was under my dress, tickling up my thigh, fingers questing for my honeypot as I opened my legs, physically urging her to continue. When her fingertips encountered the sheer fabric of my tiny thong she brushed it aside and began to slip her digits along the moist channel of my sex. I moaned loudly in the small, echoing room.

“Shhhh,” warned Janie as she sank to her knees.

She helped me up onto the counter where I leaned back against the mirror with my legs spread wide. Her face was between my thighs before I knew it and Janie began eagerly tracing the folds of my pussy with the tip of her tongue. Within a minute she went from soft teasing licks along the length of my labia to soggy sounding slogs along my rapidly flooding furrow. Briefly coming to my senses, I pushed her away. We had a lot of traveling to do today. It would never do if my daughter was soaked from head to toe in my broth.

“What’s wrong?” she asked while looking up at me, her face shiny with thick flows of my juice.

“I don’t want to drip all over your clothes,” I said, my voice unsteady, panting. “Take them off.”

Janie smiled at me and stood. She began doing a strip tease for me but I shook my head. “No. Just hurry up, Janie.”

So she quickly unbuttoned her blouse, unzipped her skirt and draped them over the door of a stall. She stood before me in a lovely lacy set of matching bra and panties (I recognized them; they were mine) and white knee-high socks. “The rest of it too?” she asked, standing with her arms akimbo and her hips cocked to the side.

“Of course,” I breathed.

She pushed her (or, rather, my) panties down her legs, revealing her adorable young quim sporting a velvety strip of well manicured fuzz. I could see that her already moist inner lips were uncoiling with desire to hang temptingly from the dampening slit of her womanhood. I just had to reach forward and slide a finger into the hot trench of her pussy. She closed her eyes and her body bloomed pink to my touch. Again we kissed.

As we broke the kiss I saw she’d removed her bra and her large, pert breasts were bouncing free between us. Unable to resist the tempting sway of her lovely mounds I dropped off the counter to bring my mouth to her nipples. I lightly bit the soft flesh of her beautiful breasts and teased her nipples with my tongue as kaliteli gaziantep escort bayan my fingers continued to arouse a deluge of desire between her thighs. Before I knew it I was falling to my knees and lifting one of Janie’s tanned and toned legs over my shoulder, eager for unhindered access.

“Um, mom, shouldn’t you take this off?” Janie asked me as she plucked at the strap of my dress.

“Oh! Yeah…” I said. I reached for the hem as Janie took the straps and, together, we shed my dress in a few quick seconds.

“Come on, mommy, the bra too,” she said. I smiled uneasily at her. She only called me mommy anymore when we were making love.

I shed the bra and pulled the knocked-askew thong down my long legs. Both of us finally naked (except for Janie’s knee-highs that is), we regarded each other’s firm, curvy bodies with a palpably burning lust. Once our roving eyes met, we were upon each other with a ferocious, mindless intensity: kissing, fondling, prodding, rubbing and dripping; always dripping freshening flows of wet, silky desire.

I eventually found myself sweating and writhing on the counter, choking back truncated grunts of extreme pleasure as Janie’s face worked between my thighs. My eyes closed in rapturous delirium as she lapped and nibbled and probed and sucked at the quaking core of my erotic bliss. I came quickly with a sobbing sigh as my senses exploded in a blinding torrent of rampaging ecstasy. As I rubbed out the last shivering aftershocks of my orgasm against my daughters pussy-soaked face I moaned with deep contentment.

“OK, your turn,” I said around my labored breaths.

“Oh boy!” said Janie, her face a messy mask of anticipatory joy. “How do you want me?”

“On the counter,” I ordered, slipping off onto rubbery legs as she jumped up to take my place.

“Don’t forget…” she said, holding up the butt-plug, which I had indeed forgotten.

As I took the slender divot of rubber in my fingers I looked down upon my daughter. She was spread out luridly before me, her legs wide, her arms braced against the tiled walls of the lavatory, her face, neck and chest freshly glossy with my cum. She opened her legs wider still and her pussy bloomed like a flower, opening its damp musky folds and tempting me downward into ultimate depravity. Beneath her sultry womanhood, her dark pucker awaited. Already, syrupy flows of her feminine nectar seeped from the ruby vale of her pussy to drip along the tight, umber crevasse of her bottom.

I fed a finger into her vag, plumbing her depths as she writhed. Another finger joined in and then my mouth was on her clit. I slowly pulled my fingers from inside her and slid them down into her ass-crack. I carefully pushed at her anus.

“Oooo…” she keened at the uncomfortable pressure.

My fingers took the place of my mouth on her clit as I dropped my face down, slurping up puddles of juice as I went. As my tongue slipped into the cleft of her bottom I let it leak out, painting her pucker with her own slime. I pushed at her anus again, with my tongue this time, and she reacted with a wild trashing at the intense but disturbing pleasure.

“OHHH…” she cried before biting on the heel of her hand to silence herself.

I began to replete the cycle: probing at her ass with my fingers as I lapped up her juice with my tongue, then slavering my mouthload onto the threshold of her back door as my fingers tickled and probed along her sex. I watched as her firm young body coiled like a spring under my fevered attention. I took my time.

Finally I knew she was on the brink of release. I drew the plug up along the cleft of her ass to swirl it around her dark star. As I did this I took her clit between my lips to suck it gently and pushed the plug into her. With an animalistic whoop Janie came vividly. Her body slammed into the mirror behind her as her back arched and her limbs quivered uncontrollably. A gush of feminine cum jetted from her vulva to soak my face. I pressed my mouth to her gash and drank it greedily. I got up off my knees to pull her close and I kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her.

Time fell away until, finally, our senses returned.

We looked about. We’d made quite a drippy mess on the counter and on the floor by the sink and an unmistakable impression of a sweaty back was imprinted on the mirror. The little room sweltered in the heady mist of our coupling. It occurred to me that Tom was right, my daughter and I really were out of control.

“Wow, it really smells like fucking in here.”

“Jaaane…” I said wearily.

“Sorry. It smells like sex, I mean.”

“Yeah, it sure does… We should probably go.”

***

Part 2: Sister and Brother

Up over the darkening Atlantic I was working on a crossword on my phone with its alarm went off, informing me that it was time for Janie to change her plug. I gritted my teeth at the unwelcome reminder that time continued to flow onward and that we were rapidly approaching our destination. There, Tom waited, his plan ready to kick into gear as soon as I gave my daughter to him. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. I told myself it was the right thing to do.

Finally, I retrieved my purse and pulled out the cherry-wood box. Janie looked over and her eyebrows rose up her forehead.

“Already? I only just got used to the last one.”

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It was my fault, I’m sure. I was preoccupied and I was piloting the shopping cart very poorly so it’s no surprise I bumped into somebody. I clipped her cart with a bit of a jolt which brought me out of my distraction in a hurry.

“Sorry! Sorry, that was my fault.” She gave me a smile, a sweet, forgiving thing that was a tiny ray of sunshine in my personally overcast day. She was pretty, blonde, around 30 years old, and a quick glance at her left hand showed that she was taken. Just as well; so was I, though I wondered for how much longer.

We passed each other and I failed even to look back to check her out. Normally that would have been my first instinct but in the funk I was in just then I really didn’t have the heart for it. I continued, picked out a few more items and turned the corner to the next aisle. Still lost in my haze, I almost did it again.

“Do you need a license for that thing?” she asked with a smile. She was more amused than annoyed, thankfully. I blushed deeply and again apologized.

“Sorry. I guess I’m a public menace today.”

“Well be careful. If we criss-cross like this a few more times you might do some damage.” We were on an alternating course which would bring us face to face in every row if we kept the same pace. And that wouldn’t be a bad thing, actually. She was very pretty, dressed simply in khaki pants and a plum colored blouse with thick sandals bringing the top of her head up to my eye level.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you. I promise I won’t be any more trouble.”

“No trouble.” She replied sweetly around that pleasant smile. We passed again, and this time I stole a glance over my shoulder. Nice caboose, too. No evidence of child bearing on those hips, but the Lucky Charms and Kap’n Krunch in the basket gave away her status. My own knee biter was in day care just then, though if I couldn’t find a new job quickly he’d be home with me full time.

Again my mind shifted back to my problems. My wife was absolutely engrossed in her new job, or perhaps one of her coworkers. I wasn’t sure of that, but there were signs. One doesn’t typically need a shower immediately upon returning from a long evening at the office, unless of course I was actually supposed to believe that the air conditioning at her office was shut down at 5 o’clock, making her feel ‘all sweaty and gross’ when she got home from working late. And then of course I hadn’t found a decent job after the move so the finances were getting tight.

Another turn and another aisle, and this time I paid enough attention to look up. She was at the far end of the row and I watched her move a little. She was graceful, quick and certain. Perky, I suppose. I caught her looking at me a few times, and obviously she caught me looking at her. I think she might have blushed a bit. As we passed we smiled broadly at each other, and another automatic scan left me wondering where her wedding ring had gone.

That was interesting. My ‘what the hell’ kicked in and I wrenched my own plain wedding band off my finger as I rounded the end cap, dropping it in my pocket. It felt odd to have it off but the draft on the rarely-exposed skin felt a little thrilling for some reason.

Again we approached each other, and again we passed with a smile. I double-checked and indeed the ring was gone, though not the evidence that it lived there. The skin under the ring was smooth and pale, just like mine.

I needed nothing in the baking aisle so I skipped it and I worried for a moment that I had ruined the cycle, but she came looking for me. I lingered in the soft drink aisle, hoping she would show up. She arrived behind me and as we moved on I could feel her eyes on my back. I might have gained 10 pounds since college but there is no dust on my exercise equipment and at 32 I think I’m doing very well. Well enough to run the ring off her finger, anyway.

The aisles ended at the deli, and while I didn’t really need any lunchmeat I got some anyway. She pulled up beside me in the queue for the deli and we had our first chance to talk.

“I gaziantep yabancı escort bayan finally read the manual,” I joked, indicating the cart.

“Never hurts,” she replied. We chatted a bit while in line, an easy connection growing between us. I ordered half a pound of pastrami and she ordered some potato salad, and then it was off to the registers. I was wondering how to prolong the exchange but it looked like I was almost out of luck. As the moment arrived when we would have to split up, she leaned in close and held her hand out. I took a scrap of paper from her and she spoke quietly.

“I think we should talk about rings.” And then she was gone, down to register 3. The paper held her phone number and her name, Monica.

Once I had the groceries put away at home I was left alone with my thoughts. Not even 11 in the morning, my day was already mostly over. My wife wouldn’t be back until well after dark and I’d have to pick up my son around 5. I had already checked the job posting websites and while I could have come up with a hundred things to do there was really only one thing that came to mind.

“Hello,” she said on the other end.

“Hi. I’m the ring man.”

“I thought you might be. Had lunch yet”

“Not yet.”

“There is a place on Randolph, The Amber Inn. Be there in 20 minutes?”

“Gladly.”

20 minutes later we were in a secluded booth at the back of the restaurant.

“So, why did your ring come off?” she asked after a smattering of small talk.

“Failing marriage. I think she is cheating on me, and if not then she is fully engulfed in her career and not interested in her family.” She smiled knowingly into her water glass as she took a sip. “And yours?”

“I know my husband is cheating. He’s not half as clever as he thinks he is.”

“How do they think they can get away with fooling the people they have lived with for years? The people who know them best?”

“People are just dumb. Mine especially; I was a criminology major before I got my MRS degree.”

“He thinks he is pulling the wool over a cop’s eyes? Wow.”

“Yeah. Hell, I wanted to be in the FBI. Then I got caught up with a rich kid on the fast track and I set all that aside for domestic hell. So.” She let the word hang there for a moment, swirling the straw through the ice cubes in the glass and looking anywhere but at me.

“So. I guess one doesn’t take off a wedding ring for nothing.”

“One does not.” She looked up at me with an intensity I had not yet seen. Her pleasant, cheerful demeanor had slipped just a little and I sensed a whiff of desperation, not unlike my own. “I’ve never done that before. I’m not sure why I did it.”

“You know why you did it. Same reason as me. You might not be sure about how far down that road you want to go, but you know what road it is.”

“Yeah.” The silence turned uncomfortable as she fiddled with her drink.

“What are you after?”

“I just want…to feel alive again. To feel good. I want to be the center of someone’s attention for just a few minutes.” She hid it well but the tension was there to see. Perhaps I just knew what to look for because I had it in spades myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt like the center of the world, like I could truly relax and be free. “I’m not his goddamn accessory.”

“I can’t imagine you making a docile little trophy wife.”

“I’m hardly a trophy.”

“You are not a trophy or a jewel or a catch or even ‘something else.’ You are a woman, and a very beautiful one at that.”

Again the awkward silence stretched out between us as we each waged our internal wars. Mine really wasn’t that difficult a fight.

“There’s a seedy little motel on Archer, about 3 miles from here.” I suggested. Her response was immediate.

“Lets go.” I left a $5 on the table for the soda and the trouble. At the motel I signed in as Mr. Johnson and paid in cash, though the wizened old man in the office looked gaziantep genç escort bayan like he couldn’t have cared less. Moments later we stood alone in the cheap room, nervous and wondering what happened next.

The fear matched the excitement, the need equaled the guilt. My heart raced as I moved toward her, lifting my hands to the top button of her purple blouse. She was trembling as my fingers slipped open the first button, then the next, then the rest, finally exposing obscured, intriguing glimpses of her flesh below. I had not been with a woman other than my wife in 7 years and the excitement welling up within me was like a primal force of nature. It was all I could do to remain calm.

I slipped the blouse off her shoulders and she let it fall to the floor, still trembling terribly as my fingers brushed her flesh for the first time. Her simple lavender bra was clasped in the front, holding her pale freckled breasts in check. I touched her face with my fingertips, drawing them slowly down her cheek, her neck, across her collarbone, and down to the flesh of her chest. She shivered at my touch and finally broke her reticence.

Her hands flew to my shirt and pushed it up to expose my chest. I pulled the shirt off and her hands went to my pants, fumbling with the zipper in her haste and excitement. I in turn released her from her belt and slacks, only slightly more agile than her. She kicked off her shoes as the thin fabric of her slacks fell off her hips. She pressed into me, pushing me down on the bed and finally opening my zipper completely. We both shuffled the denim off my hips and she wasted no time in crawling up on me, still in her purple socks and underwear.

She kissed me in a way I had never felt before. There was passion, immense passion, but I felt like she was holding back tears. Or maybe that was me. I couldn’t face the thought like that, so I did what she was trying to do — I focused all my attention on her and on her lips, her sweet tongue and her warm breath. My arms held her down on me, fishing for the clasp on her bra and roaming her back, trying to touch every inch of her at once. Her hands were not idle. One arm was pressed between us and she was fondling my cock through my boxers, quickly bringing me to a full erection.

It was almost like a fight, a rush to touch and feel and be touched and be felt as much as possible as fast as possible. Our teeth bumped together a few times, painfully once, but we dared not slow for fear we might stop. I was having a hell of a time with the clasp on her bra, but then my world was a chaotic mess just then. This time she was the more adroit.

She managed to free my cock of the cotton underwear, and pushing her own panties aside she slid onto me easily. I tensed at the feeling, the strange feeling of a new woman after all these years, the familiar encompassing warmth of a woman. She pushed up from me and sat upright, her legs folded under her at my sides, and for a moment the storm was calm.

We looked at each other in silence. The final barrier was breached and there was no going back. She was exquisite, in countenance as much as in contact. I reached up, finally noticing she wore a front clasping bra, and freed her breasts. They were small but rounded, filling my hands with gentleness and beauty. She sighed as I cupped and caressed her, perhaps letting go of some of her tension. We were damned now, cheaters and adulterers, guilty as charged. I can’t tell what she felt but I know she felt good in my hands and wrapped around my cock.

“You feel good,” she said quietly. She squeezed my cock with her pussy and smiled as I shuddered. “I used to be really good at that in college. I haven’t tried it in a while.” She squeezed again, a longer contraction this time, before relaxing and then squeezing again. She set a slow rhythm of contractions, pulling on my cock from within. I shuddered at one particularly strong contraction and she smiled wider.

“I once made a guy come just by doing gaziantep gerçek resimli escort bayan this. It took a while, but it was damn cool.”

“Lucky bastard.”

“Do you want me to do that now?”

“I don’t think I have the patience for it. I need you too much.” My hands roamed her breasts and tummy, down to the top of her patch, across her legs, everywhere they could go. She smiled serenely.

“Say that again.” I reached up, splayed my fingers through her hair and pulled her down. She fell slowly on me, pressing her body on top of mine, and as my lips touched her ear I whispered.

“I need you.”

We made love gently, slowly, passionately. Her soft pussy sweetly cradled my cock, sliding over its sensitive flesh time and again. I rolled over, pressing her down into the cheap mattress as I took control and made love to her as I hadn’t done with a woman in years. We took our time, enjoyed every second, and tried to make the day last.

After a while I could feel her orgasm approaching. She became twitchy and agitated, her fingers clawed my back and her teeth took over where her tongue had been working before. She made no sound as the feeling overwhelmed her, she just latched on to me tight with her arms around my head and back, her legs wrapped around my ass while I kept up the pace. Her body shuddered and twitched for a few moments as the powerful feeling flowed through her, but soon it was over. As her orgasm subsided she slid off me like water, settling back on the mattress with a lovely, contented smile. I paused and let her catch her breath.

She smiled up at me, made a small purring noise and touched my face. Her tender fingertips said more than words could and we held that intimate moment, enjoying every level of the experience. Eventually my twitching cock intruded.

“Your turn,” she whispered. I smiled and pushed myself up, still rigid insider her. I held her legs apart with my hands on her ankles and started sliding in and out of her. I wanted so badly to come in her but I wanted the moment to last even more so I took it slow at first.

“Faster,” she said quietly. “I want to feel you come in me.” No more than I did. As wonderful as she felt, I was anxious to do just as she asked. I picked up the pace, driving in hard and racing for the finish line. I fucked her hard enough to send her pretty, pale tits flying around enough that she had to hold them, and for some reason that was just incredibly hot. I let myself go, surrendered to the passion of the moment and let myself become an animal. Through gnashed teeth I grunted out my need, my deep physical compulsion to plunge deeper into this girl, to thrust and thrust and thrust again.

I let the roar out as the orgasm hit me, not caring if I were heard. I let myself go completely and just rode the shockwaves as they rolled through me and out my cock, spewing its load into Monica’s willing pussy. I always had to be self conscious, careful about something or mindful of some issue, but not this time. I let the beast out and made a damn fool of myself as I grunted and cursed out my lust.

When it was over, when the demon left my skin and gave my body back to me, when the silence returned and only the sound of our breathing remained, my eyes focused on her face. As my pulse slowed and the sweat dripped down through my eyebrows, I saw that a different moisture was falling from her eyes. And I knew why. Stripped bare by our tryst, emotionally vulnerable and with our hearts very much on our sleeves, we allowed our emotional roller coaster to continue its wild ride.

I fell beside her and cradled her in my arms as she wept. The next hour was as tender as the previous one had been erotic. We shared a different intimacy, talking quietly about our selves and our lives, our dreams and our feelings. I didn’t have to edit myself with her, I didn’t have to lie.

After a while we grew quiet, just basking in the glow of the moment, wondering when we would have to return to our real lives. It was about 2 in the afternoon and we’d have duties in a couple of hours. But we weren’t ready to let go just yet. My cock started to notice there was a naked woman pressed up against him and he started to rise to the occasion.

“Again?” Monica asked, part question and part suggestion. She wrapped her delicate fingers around it and encouraged it to life, though it didn’t need much help.

“As many times as we can,” I replied as I rolled over to kiss her again.

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