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My phone rang at some un-godly hour Saturday morning. “Hello,” I said groggily while my husband Craig lay in bed still asleep.

“What’s up Christina?” It was Logan, an old friend of mine from childhood.

I rolled over to look at my clock on the nightstand and saw it was five in the morning. “Do you know what time it is?” I asked.

“Yea, its way too late in the morning for you to still be in bed,” he said in his military command voice.

“Don’t lecture me on how late is too late. I’m not the one that ran off to join the Army. And just to let you know, 5 a.m. for us civilians is early,” I said scolding him.

Logan laughed then said, “Well the main reason I called is to let you know that I’m coming to L.A. for some training that the Army wants me to do and I will be in town for the next two months. I figured since I was there that we could get together for dinner and drinks.”

Logan and I stayed in touch but I hadn’t seen him for more than four years so I was very excited about getting to see him.

“That would be great! You can finally meet my husband!”

“Great! Let’s say we go to dinner next Saturday, my treat.”

“Okay, I can’t wait!” I replied.

The week went by and Craig and I were getting ready to for our dinner date with Logan. Craig came out of the bathroom naked while I was putting the finishing touches on my make-up.

I loved seeing coming out of the shower naked. His 6’2″ body was smooth from his freshly shaved head to his neatly trimmed pubic hair just above his long, thick cock. His well defined body glistened from beads of water and I found myself wanting him to fuck me before our dinner date with Logan.

“Are you ready babe?” he asked while he sat on our king size bed.

“Almost, I have just one thing to do before I’m ready.”

I stood up from my vanity and walked over to Craig. “Well you look ready to me, what else do you have to do?” he asked as he looked up at me.

“Oh … just this.” I said as I grabbed the hem of the black form fitting evening dress that covered my long legs, rounded tight ass and my 36DD breasts, then lifted my dress up slowly, showing him at first the lacy tops of my thigh-high black stockings and then my bare shaved pussy.

Wide-eyed, Craig said, “What are you doing?”

“Relax, Logan isn’t due here for another hour and he is always late,” I responded as I dropped to my knees between his legs.

“But …” was all Craig could say before I interrupted his sentence by leaning in and licking his shaved balls. My tongue dancing around his balls which made his cock swell up to its full nine inches in a matter of a couple of seconds. It always turned me on when I felt his cock grow in my hands and I could feel my pussy begin to grow wet because of it.

While I sucked on his cock I thought about his cock buried in my ass. I reached between my legs and began to finger myself so when I was ready for him I could use my pussy juice as lube for my ass. Craig moaned loudly as I worked my up the shaft of his cock and then wrapped my red painted lips around the tip, teasing him without mercy.

He looked down his body into my steel blue eyes and said, “Oh fuck! I love seeing your mouth stretched by my cock!”

Craig and I have always liked to talk dirty to each other while having sex. Other times when we fucked we would talk about one of our fantasies. He always said he wanted to watch me fuck another man and I wanted a three way with two men. It didn’t matter if we talking dirty or about our fantasies it always had the same result; it made both of us cum hard.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, “Yea but I know you really want to see me sucking on another man’s cock, don’t you?”

“Oh god yes! I want to see you sucking another man’s cock or being fucked hard by him!” he said in a shuttering voice.

I felt his cock twitch and grow even harder in my hand when said he want to watch me being fucked hard and I knew he was starting to go beyond the fantasy stage and was now seriously considering letting another man have his way with me.

“Ooh, I bet you would want me to lick his balls, suck his cock and let him fuck any hole he wanted to while the whole time you sit down and watch him use me like a dirty slut!” I said before taking his cock back into my mouth.

“Yea, I want to watch you be a fucking whore! I want to see a big cock slide in and out of your pussy!” he screamed out.

I deep throated him and held his cock deep inside for a few seconds then, after I came up for air, I said, “Mmm, I bet you would even want to help him fuck me by shoving your huge cock in my tight ass while he is pounding my wet fuck hole!”

“I would do anything for you! I would fuck your slutty little ass deep and hard if that is what you want!” he said as he fell back onto the bed. Hearing say that turned me on even more and I took his cock deep into my throat. My clit swelled and my pussy leaked profusely, so much that my juices ran down my thighs and dripped onto the floor.

While bedava bahis I sucked him deeply I ran my hand from my pussy to my ass and rubbed my own pussy juices against my puckering asshole. At the same time I broke away from sucking his cock and large amounts of per-cum oozed out of the tip of his cock and ran down the shaft, which I used like a lube as well.

Once I had his cock and my ass slippery with our combined fluids, I stood up and crawled onto his naked body. I reached down between my legs and grabbed onto his throbbing cock and guided it into my hungry ass. I slowly worked my hips in an up and down motion, easing Craig’s thick cock into my ass until he was completely buried inside of me. After I had him inside of me I rocked my hips, grinding his cock hard.

“Oh god! Your cock is so fucking big!” I squealed.

Craig clasped his strong hands onto my slender waist and began to take control of my body. At first he rocked my back and forth slowly but with each passing second his pace became quicker and harder.

Before I realized it, he was rocking me so hard against his cock that the heavy oak head board of our bed was beginning to slam against the bedroom wall.

“Oh fuck! Fuck my ass hard you bastard! Fuck me as hard as you can!” I said as I placed my hands on his chest so I wouldn’t fall off of him. Craig had rolled me onto my back and pushed my stocking covered legs back so my knees were by my ears and drove his cock as deep as he could into my ass.

“Tell me you like getting fucked, slut!” he screamed.

I screamed out loudly, “Oh fuck, yea! I love to be fucked! I want you to watch me get fucked like this and be treated like a filthy fuck toy!”

Craig’s pace went faster and hard until his body shimmered from the small beads of sweat that was now coming out of his pores.

“I’ll do more than just watch, I’ll fuck your pussy while you get your ass bored out!” he shouted back at me. With him fucking ass hard and talking about my fantasy, I felt my pussy grow wetter and tingled. I knew I was going to cum soon.

Craig slid two of his fingers into my pussy and pumped them fast and hard, alternating them between the thrusts of his cock. “Tell me that you love this slut! Tell me you love having both of you holes filled! Tell me that you’re a filthy little whore!” he demanded.

“Oh fuck yea! I’m a whore! I’m a filthy, god-damn whore that loves to be … oh my god!” I couldn’t finish my sentence because I began to cum hard from Craig’s cock and fingers. My whole body shook as I felt my clit become almost too sensitive and a hot sensation race throughout my body, starting from my soaking pussy and ended at the top of my head and bottoms of my feet.

I screamed out in pure animal lust and my pussy gush a stream of cum, spraying up to Craig’s chest and covering my own belly and breasts. “Oh fuck that is so hot! I’m going to… fucking… cum!” he yelled.

I could feel his cock unleash his hot load of cum into my tight ass as his body begun to shake uncontrollably on top of me. Once he was done coming he slid out of me allowing his sticky cum to ooze out of my freshly pounded ass and we both laid there quietly to catch or breaths.

Craig looked up at the clock and realized that Logan was going to be at the house in 30 minutes. “Oh shit! Look at the time! We need to get cleaned up!” he said jumping out of the bed and running to the shower.

We both got cleaned up and I had to find another dress, since the one I had on, ended up covered in cum. But Logan being Logan, he was 30 minutes late getting to the house. And we were ready to go to dinner before he got there and Logan was none the wiser for it.

We all piled into my jeep and went to dinner. We ate and the “boys” drank.

Craig and Logan were hitting it off which kind of surprised me since Craig tends to be a little shy around people he doesn’t know. But they had so much in common and Logan is the type of person that never has met a stranger, before I knew it they were acting like they had known each other forever.

We left the restaurant and we were heading towards my jeep when Logan asked, “Well it’s still early, what do you want to do now?”

Before I could say anything both Craig and Logan said in unison, “Strip club!”

I had nothing against strip clubs but I didn’t want to go to some rat hole where the ladies look like they smoked too much meth or had more stretch marks on their bodies that there were lines on a city map. So I agreed to go and babysit them as long as I got to pick the place. Both agreed.

I took the guys to a place called “The Body Shop”. It was a large club with plenty of hot girls to look at. Drinks were kind of expensive but not watered down and for those wanting a special one on one dance they had private rooms to go to. Logan asked how I knew about this place. Before I could answer, Craig spoke.

“She used to come here now and then we she was going through grad school. A matter of fact this is casino siteleri where we met for the first time.”

“Wow, really?” Logan asked.

“Yep, I saw here and figured that a hot lady like Christina here would come into a strip club she had to be a little freaky. But after I got to know her better the pure sexual desire was replaced by love,” Craig said.

“Aw aren’t you Mr. romantic?” Logan replied.

We all laughed and continued our conversation on the way to the club. We got to the club around 10, which was a good thing because we were able to get a table close to the bar and stage. The boys drank while I sipped on soda and we all threw a few dollar bills at the dancers.

As the night went on both Craig and Logan were getting a good buzz on, which was fine by me. They weren’t acting stupid but Logan was giving both Craig and I money for the dancers like it was going out of style.

Then finally Logan called three girls over to the table and bought each of us a lap dance in a private room.

I ended up having a petite redhead as my dancer. She was only 5’2″ and maybe weighted 100 pounds but she was really sexy for her size. She had a body that have an ounce of fat on it, emerald green eyes and a 34B chest that was perfect for her body.

“Lexus” was her name and she took me by the hand and led me to one of the private rooms

. Once inside she asked me to sit on an oversized leather couch and she locked the door.

“So have you ever had a lap dance before?” she asked.

I smiled. “More than most,” I answered.

Lexus walked seductively towards me and looked me up and down and said, “Well you most know the rules then.”

I lean back further into the leather couch and said, “It has been a while since I had a lap dance but I know the big ones.”

At this time the redheaded vixen had reached me and lowered herself between my legs and slowly spread them with her soft hands, causing my dress to ride up my thighs. “Well don’t worry about the rules; they are mainly to keep the guys in check. Besides you are one sexy lady and I don’t mind bending the rules as long as you don’t mind.”

“Rules are made to be broken.” I replied with a smile.

Her hands slid up my legs until they reached to tops of my stockings, where she used her painted fingernails to tease the soft bare flesh just above them. Chill bumps raced throughout my body and I spread my legs a little wider so Lexus could get her body closer to me.

She pulled her hands out from underneath my dress and removed her red lace bra she was wearing and slid her matching G-Strings off her hips.

The music started and she began to move with the beat. She lean back on her knees putting her hands behind herself onto the floor and spread her knees apart, exposing more of her body. It was almost perfect. She had pink eraser sized nipples and her tight looking pussy that had patch of red pubic hair neatly shaven in the letter “V” just above it. Her skin was a flawless milky white and I wanted to feel her against my body.

Lexus moved seductively for a minute or two on the floor, showing me the rest of her perfect body. Her ass was the best part of her body. It was a small rounded tight ass and completely smooth. The type of bottom that looked like it needed to have a good spanking.

As I watched her danced I remembered I why I liked this club so much. I just wish my favorite dancer, “Starr”, still performed. She used to give me special dances in my college days, which always left me completely drained and satisfied.

After Lexus was done doing her floor movements she slid back up my body and between my legs where she had started. But this time she had moved her soft hands further up my legs and she used her finger tips to dance just outside of my pussy causing me to tingle. I was beginning to think that I might have a new favorite dancer soon.

“Are you okay with this?” she asked.

I slid my body so my own spank-able bottom was on the edge of the couch and spread my legs wider. I reached up and softly stroked Lexus’ face and said, “I’m more than okay with this.”

Lexus lean in and kissed me softly on the lips, and then she kissed me deeper. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths and one of her hands moved to my pussy and flicked at my clit causing me to get wet. She broke from our kiss and shifted her body so her left nipple was close to my hungry mouth, which I quickly took. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple until it was stiff. I the same to other one and took turns on them until I heard her whimper softly. The entire time I was teasing Lexus body with my tongue, she used her finger on my clit and gotten me thoroughly wet.

“Oh shit your good!” she said.

“You aren’t too bad yourself,” I said in a lustful voice.

Lexus lean in and kissed me deeply again and laid me back onto the couch, sliding my dress above my waist and worked her way on top of me and between my legs. The entire time she didn’t break from our deep kissing. bahis siteleri “Oh fuck you got me so fucking horny!” I said.

“Mmmm… I think I can make you even more excited if you want me to?”

I simply nodded my head and she smiled at me. Lexus moved her body to my feet and then scissor her legs between mine. When her hot pussy touched mine we both let out a small gasp and I began to play with my nipples through my dress.

Feeling my nipples stain against the satin bra I wore that night and myself pinching at my own nipples really had me turned on. I really wanted this hot girl to fuck me hard.

Lexus began to grind herself against me and she bit at her lower lip. Seeing her getting lost in the lust filled moment was causing me to grow closer to my own orgasm.

The sexy nymph’s body began to shake and her breathing became erratic, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and I knew that she was going to cum soon.

“That’s it baby… cum for me… cum on my pussy!” I said in a whisper just in case someone was just outside the door and as listening in on us.

Lexus was breathing hard through her nose and she was pinching her own nipples hard.

While she rubbed hard against my pussy, I squeezed my own breasts and pinched at my nipples. My clit was hard, juices were pouring out of my pussy and I felt a hot intense sensation building up in my lower stomach and it was working its way down to my soaking hole. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I came.

“Oh shit…oh shit… I’m fucking cummi…” Lexus grunted through mashed teeth trying her best to be quiet.

Her body thrashed about wildly and I could feel her pussy gush a flood of cum onto my pussy and the couch we were on. I was amazed on how hot her cum was and how much she squirted. I thought that I was one of the few women that squirted so it was nice to find another one.

Lexus was still grinding her pussy against me as she came, and I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm. But just before I could cum a loud pounding came from the door that startled us both. It was the bouncer telling Lexus that time was up and I needed to leave. She quickly answered back and went to a small cabinet where there were towels and cleaning supplies.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry… I got so wrapped up by you I forgot about you!” she said.

I was a little upset that I didn’t get to cum but I understood the house rules and didn’t want her to get into any trouble. “It’s okay; I can always go home and fuck my husband,” I replied.

I took the towel she handed me and cleaned myself off, making sure that my dress didn’t have any wet spots on it and began to head out the door. But before I left, Lexus said, “Wait! Here let me give you something.”

She ran over to the cabinet and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote something down and returned to me. “Look I really feel bad about cheating out of an orgasm, so here is my cell phone number and my real name.”

Before I left the room, she told me to call her anytime if I wanted to finish what we started.

Sexually frustrated but happy that I met a new “friend” I went back to the table where Craig and Logan were seated. Both looked up at me with cheese eating grins on their faces before Logan finally spoke.

“So…?”

“So what?” I asked.

Craig chimed in, “So how was your lap dance?”

I looked down at the two of them for a second then a wicked smile came over my face. Not because of what just had happened but I had decided that I had two horny men sitting in front of me and that night I was going to have my fantasy.

“So are you going to say something?” Logan asked.

“Yes, a matter of fact I’m going to say two something’s. One we need to leave, so get your shit and let’s get going; and two, a lady never kisses and tells.”

Both Craig’s and Logan’s jaw nearly hit the floor on my last statement and I think their poor little “man brains” damn near exploded.

I started towards the front door of the club and the two men followed.

The drive back the two were asking questions about my lap dance and they realized that they weren’t going to get anything out of me they started to talk about their lap dances. And from what I was hearing them say about them, my dance was far better.

About 40 minutes later we got to the house and I was able to “convince” Logan to stay the night with us, by telling him he had way too much to drink to drive back to his hotel.

He didn’t argue one bit and asked if we had anything to drink in the house. I ensured him that we did and got the two buzzing men into the living room. The two talked about the lap dances they got and were comparing notes on the dancer’s styles and how they would “tear that pussy up” if they had a chance.

I, on the other hand, played the dutiful wife and made sure they had drinks and had something to eat before I excused myself to get changed into “something more comfortable.” The two had no idea what was going to happen next.

I ran upstairs to the bedroom and quickly changed into a black satin corset that I had and my matching elbow lengths satin gloves. I decide to forgo the panties that night. I went to my vanity and “slutty-uped” my make up before I returned to the living room.

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Saskia wished she had her camera. She pulled away from Matt’s ear, and her whispered bombshell exploded all over his face. Behind, in the departure lounge, his stag-mates moaned their “get-a-room” witless jeers. Except for his best friend Billie. Her big, dark eyes scowled thunder.

Matt coughed. “You want me to fuck Billie?”

“Yep. No. Don’t just fuck her, use your imagination. Actually use her imagination, it’s dirtier.”

“I know, but—”

“There we are, then. Do it. This week, in Vegas. Because…” Saskia kissed him, and grabbed the front of his jeans. “After we’re married, you never will.” She squeezed. “Ever.”

Matt groaned. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then do it for her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to? “

“Seriously? You’re an underwear model. And look at the pout on her.”

“She’s just cross we won’t let her be the stripper.”

“Well. Now she can be. But one condition. You film it. And we watch it together, after.”

“Fucking hell, Sasquatch.”

“Yes it’s awful isn’t it? Do it. Get it out of your system. Or I can’t be with you. Go on. Seize the moment.” Saskia patted her man’s arse and sent him off to his doom and a rowdy cheer from his mates.

Billie and Saskia locked eyes. Saskia winked, then blew a kiss, a bravado undermined somewhat by the lump in her throat.

#

After they’d gone, Saskia was fidgety. She decided to keep herself busy and work on her fine-art portfolio, taking her camera for a walk along the canal to shoot some of the eccentric houseboats she imagined would be moored along the towpath. Except they were all corporate kitsch holiday rentals. Which looked like fate was telling her to stick to fashion – stick to photographing Matt in expensive shorts – which sent her mood into a tailspin.

He would be away for four days, and it had been just fifteen hours.

Had they done ‘it’ already? On the plane maybe, standing doggie in the loo. Billie’s football buttocks happy-slapping against Matt’s hips. Begging for it deeper, harder. Not yelping in discomfort with every shove, until he lost his erection. Saskia’s stomach knotted. Then she saw the longboat.

The mad craft – moored in a basin with the hulls of others waiting for repair – was so peppered in portholes it was more a floating conservatory than a house-boat. Its interior stuffed with verdant green, bulging out of open windows and pressed against closed ones, as if trying to escape.

She pointed and clicked, pointed and clicked, seeking the blanked out bliss of creativity to protect her from the torment of her imagination. But the subject wasn’t quite absorbing enough, and her imagination way too cruel.

Perhaps, the minute they arrived in their cheesy, sleazy Vegas strip hotel, Matt threw Billie on the bed, tore off her panties and ate her senseless. She probably yanked her sweet bald pussy lips apart and puffed out a great orgasm, rubbing it all over his face, loving it, no care for hygiene, never getting the giggles until the mood evaporated.

Saskia slumped on a slope of meadow leading down to the waters edge, kicking off her flip-flops and digging her toes in the grass. She tore tufts out with her hands, camera forgotten in her lap.

Or was Billy eating Matt? Right now? Humming in slippery relish. Fluidly milking him. Not scraping his cock raw with her teeth until he couldn’t bear it any longer.

Saskia growled, closed her eyes and tilted her face to the sun. A breeze was small comfort. She pulled her skirt up over her knees and let the air cool her. There was no-one around to witness her indecency.

Maybe they were doing all these things. Maybe they were practicing everything first, so they could film the best one. That’s what she’d do. Saskia would get Billie naked, first. Start slow, kiss her nipples or stroke her pert breasts or something, lick the dip of her spine, bite her bottom. See what she liked, what lathered her up. Then, when she was good and-

God. Saskia was a nutcase asking them to do this.

She buried her cheeks in her knees and watched the plant-stuffed boat, her subject, bob up and down on the water.

No. Saskia had to be brave. Rather address the fact, now, that Matt’s best friend was a pretty little slut with a shameless porn habit. Rather than later, when it was too late. If they “discovered” each other, well, at least she’d made her stand.

Something was wrong with that boat. It was the only one moving. Saskia shaded her eyes and tried to see into its dark portholes.

It was too far away, on the opposite side of the canal, but the foliage against one of the windows seemed to move more than the others.

Then a bare foot popped up, pressed to the glass, holding aside the curtain of leaves. Saskia smiled. Now that was a shot!

She lifted her camera and zoomed in. It was a female foot, with rings around its toes, disconnected from its body by the dimness of the interior.

Gradually, tracing back from ankle to knee, to thigh, Saskia built a picture of the rest of the leg. bonus veren siteler It was flopped aside on a narrow bunk and- God, the woman was… No…

Saskia zoomed again and refocused, looking as deep as she could inside. Busy fingers, a heaving belly and wobbling breasts . Then right in the dimmest distance, a leonine face. A crystalline glint in hooded eyes.

Looking back.

Saskia’s lips parted, a voyeuristic thrill wriggled through her, but she didn’t shift her gaze, feeling as safe behind her lens as a keyhole. The woman didn’t falter either, watching Saskia from the protection of her bushes. The energy of an unexpected delight crackled between them.

Saskia’s hands trembled, her heart thumping at her ribs as if reminding her how improper this was, watching a woman secretly pleasure herself. And she definitely was, her body winding itself against the quick rub of her fingers. Not counting the crushingly embarrassing porn she had watched once with Matt, Saskia had only ever watched herself do this; and even then it had been a hands-in-knickers thing.

“Cum,” she murmured, biting her lip. “Go on, cum.”

Then the woman’s eyes screwed shut and her toes curled. Her hips arched off the bunk. Her hand flapped, two fingers plunged.

Saskia gasped. Her finger twitched. Click. Then before she knew it, she was marching away across the grass.

#

Two glasses of wine later and she finally dared look at her downloaded photos. Even then, she hovered her mouse over the last one, unable to open it, as if to do so was admitting infidelity.

With a sting of guilt she realised she hadn’t thought of Matt and Billie for hours. She wondered if Billie did get to strip after all. If she’d done it already. Fingering herself for Matt’s delight, for her own delight, dribbling wet to the knees. Without being begged too, without giving up after ten minutes with numb bits.

Saskia crossed her legs, and opened the photo…

It was a bit soft. Quite Beautiful for it though, like a Klimt. Framed by the circular porthole, sweet jewelled toes in the foreground, curled. Leg muscles taut and spread thighs caught in the frantic upward push against a blurring hand; two digits sunk to the knuckle between. Beyond that, a tipped chin, mouth caught in a silent cry. Actually, not ‘quite’ beautiful at all. Gorgeous.

Saskia sat back to admire her work. Only when her gaze finally moved away from the gory focal point, did she notice the reflection in the glass of the porthole.

Her own reflection, caught bright in the sunlight. A Warhol-blonde gazelle in a black dress, behind a massive camera. She caught a breath. Oh no. Creamy bare legs, raised and brazenly presenting the gusset of white knickers, dazzling in the sun.

She glugged her wine, as if that might clear her rush of dizziness. Her cheeks prickled hot with what this might mean. Had the woman had been aroused by Saskia? By that unwittingly provocative pose? Had Saskia made another woman cum?

Her heart hammered half out of her chest. A warm tingle swelled around her abdomen, and leaked below. She swung on her swivel chair, left and right, left and right, sliding her finger in and out of her brand new, loose, engagement ring. Then she zoomed in to the picture, filling the screen with the woman’s finger-plundered sex.

Her phone buzzed, and she all but fell off her chair. A text from Matt!

“Babe, you gotta see this. Billie chose the stripper: Barbie Monroe.”

A photo: A tall, slim, nearly naked woman with a platinum Bob and tiny wedding veil. From the back, winking over her shoulder, pulling lace panties down to reveal her porn star ass. A Vegas strip-o-gram version of Saskia.

Billie. You bitch.

Saskia thumbed back: “U 2 dun it yet?”

Saskia moved her laptop cursor around her zoomed-in erotic photo, jiggling at the woman’s bits and causing an odd empathy tickle in her own

Matt replied: “Nope. Asked her tho. She said in morning. U sure bout this, Sasquatch?”

Saskia chucked her phone. They were really going to do it? Of course they were. Saskia had practically said the wedding was off if they didn’t.

Oblivious to Saskia’s pain, the woman spread herself on the screen. A moment of sexual approval stretched out to infinity. At that moment that person was more excited by Saskia than anyone had ever been.

They’d warned her, never expect to impress a model. Especially a much-adored underwear model, like Matt. He only got properly hard in a mirror, or the camera. No-one was surprised when he asked his photographer to marry him.

Fuck Billie. Fuck Matt. She wriggled off her underwear and lifted her skirt to let the light of the picture, of the frozen moment, bathe her secret places.

She curled toes over the edge of the desk, and slid fingers lightly up her thigh.

#

The next day, Saskia woke late and to a squirm of shame at how she’d behaved.

Waiting for the bath to run, she checked her phone. Nothing from Matt. Then she checked bahis her laptop in case they’d emailed a video or something. Maybe they’d done it, got it all out of their system. Maybe there was a sloppy sixty-nine waiting for her: Billie grinding an orgasm out on Matt’s girl-glossed lips, licking cum off his cock with a messy mouth. No last minute withdrawal and tossing him off into a tissue, for her.

Nothing. Just the image she’d minimised before going to bed last night. Christ, she’d cum like a banshee, and more than once. What was the matter with her?

Her dastardly fingers opened it again to a liquid pull in her belly. Fuck. Look at that lovely abandon. Saskia’s fingers fluffed at her bush. Then she gasped, stamped her foot and stormed to the bathroom.

It was only halfway through a soapy scrubbing, when she noticed she wasn’t wearing her ring, which was too big and fell off easily. She shouldn’t really be wearing it. Then with a sinking of inevitability, she reckoned she knew where it was. A place she had left in a panic.

Twenty minutes later, Saskia was standing on the deck of the planted boat with her fist in the air, trying to force it to knock on the little wooden doors.

The ring was nowhere to be seen on the grass bank and she hoped maybe the woman in the boat might have picked it up. A useless idea, and a terrifying prospect, but she couldn’t let a potentially awkward situation get in the way of her most prized possession.

However, there was no innocent explanation for dressing exactly the same as the day before. And only wicked explanations for deciding at the last minute not to bother with underwear; for which the unfamiliar breeze around her hidden clefts was a constant, silent reproach.

Her heart did the knocking for her it seemed, as the door suddenly opened.

“Hi, I’m Aela!” said the woman, “I hoped you’d come back, would you like some tea?” She tugged at a rumpled, shapeless white cotton frock, clearly having just dressed.

“Saskia,” Saskia said, then her head emptied. Aela had a soft vitality to her that put Saskia’s gym body to shame, and something about her just made you want to smile. For a moment Saskia really did believe that she was here for tea.

Aela clawed back a wet mane of tawny hair and blinked brightly, eyes like blooms. Then she snorted and squeezed Saskia’s arm. “Oh don’t be shy, hon. We’re both grownups. I had a diddle looking up your skirt and you got a cheeky shot of me, doing it. Fair’s fair, eh? Come and sit down. Leave your flip-flops there.”

Those lips. Like great fat fruit. Was Aela born, or blossomed out by nature to entice every creature on the planet? Saskia wished she’d brought her camera. She could spend her life photographing this woman.

The flip and swing of Aela’s hips lured Saskia into a surrealist, tropical interior. Bewildering in its massiveness, it was more fairy forest than cabin, lit by dappled sun from the hotchpotch of windows and foliage. An ancient, glowingly waxed wood floor felt silky soft beneath her bare feet. A flowery fragrance made her head spin.

Next thing she knew she was sat on a carved driftwood bench, watching Aela fill two cups.

“Home brew,” she announced, handing Saskia a cup. “Go easy, it’s stronger than it seems.” Aela gulped hers and sucked her top lip. “So. I’d love to see your picture. I’m an artist too, you know.”

Saskia sipped the tea, it tasted minty and made her want to giggle. If there was a reason she had come, she couldn’t remember it.

“Sorry I don’t- Oh! All my work is on the cloud!” She blustered. Then clammed up. Was that really going to be the first thing she said to this woman?

“On the cloud!” Aela slapped her thighs and laughed. Then frowned when Saskia didn’t.

Saskia pulled out her smart phone, and Aela sat beside her. A scent of damp earth rolled off her skin, encouraging Saskia close enough to press their legs together. The heat of their thighs mingling through two thin layers of cotton reminded Saskia of the nakedness beneath her skirt. She pulled up the photograph and Aela peered, holding Saskia’s trembling hand steady.

“Oh my,” she said, “is that…”

Saskia zoomed in. Aela covered her mouth. She swivelled both barrels of blue at her, and Saskia became transparent; the night before bursting out of her glass skin like the plants in this boat. How Saskia had mimicked Aela, thighs splayed to the screen, fingers digging. Aela seemed to see it all. She smiled and nudged Saskia, who fiddled with her phone, switching it off.

Suddenly, Aela hopped to her feet. “I don’t know why I bothered putting this on for you, then.”

In a fluid sweep, she yanked her smock off over her head. Saskia jerked rigid. Aela was naked underneath. Saskia shifted to escape, but the golden sweeps of Aela’s curves were planted right in front of her. The upward tilt of breasts above her, stout legs barring the way below, and the honey tufted dome of her mound planted right in front of her face. Even after a night of staring deneme bonusu at her photo, Saskia didn’t know where to look, now.

Aela tossed the dress. “I love your eyes.” She smirked, and twisted this way and that. “Your eyelashes are fluttering like wicked butterflies.” She put her hands on her hips.

Saskia wanted to curl up. She wanted to slap this woman. She wanted to kiss her. There. In that shockingly florid place. Why couldn’t she even lift her head?

Aela chuckled, and pushed her hips forward, her voice a hushed croak. “Come on, look. It’s why you came isn’t it? To see more of me? Or do you need a camera to hide behind?”

Saskia flicked up her gaze, only to quickly look away as Aela delicately opened herself up with the fingers of both hands.

Aela folded her arms, and peered down her nose. “I think I’ve made a bit of a fool of myself,” she said.

“Sorry,” Saskia’s voice sounded small and pathetic, even to her own ears. “I only came to see if you maybe had my ring, I think I left it on the-“

“Your ring?”

“Engagement ring.” A tear dropped onto her wringing hands, then everything came out. The stag. The torture of the ultimatum. The unfulfilling sex. Her deepest fear that she was doing the wrong thing.

Aela listened without interruption, crouched at Saskia’s feet. When Saskia looked up again, it was into the woman’s softening eyes. Aela passed her tea. Saskia took a gulp and chuckled wetly.

“Sorry,” She said, “I didn’t mean to lead you on. Its not you. I mean you’re very… very… sexy. It’s just… I can’t… I’m not normally a girl girl.”

Aela smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’m not a girl girl either. I like a nice hard cock, sometimes, too. Kind of depends who’s on the other end, in my opinion. The connection. I’m flattered, though, that you’re not normally into girls, yet-“

“Yet I took that picture, quite.” Saskia smirked and she squeezed her hands between her knees. “You converted me.” Her ears warmed. Blushing? Seriously? She was never this… Girly.

Aela grinned. “Then let me show you my art.” she said. “First, more tea.”

Aela didn’t bother getting dressed again. She just stood and padded off, apparently unconcerned that Saskia’s eyes fluttered about her nipples and -when she replenished their cups from the pot – settled on her round cheeks and dipped into the tantalising gap below, to her prominent pink lips.

Aela handed her a cup and sat beside her, necking her tea and nodding at Saskia to do the same. Saskia gulped and – even through the strange brew’s giddy rush – crossed her knees and flicked her foot. This had gone too far. She decided she would be polite about the art, then bugger off home and “diddle” herself stupid.

Twisting to face her, Aela took Saskia’s hand and stroked her fingers with the pad of her thumb, in a slow and deliberate rhythm: Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, little finger.

Saskia’s giggles turned foolish against Aela’s seriousness, and disappeared altogether when the woman held up her free hand and mimicked the touches, but on her own fingers, with her own thumb. Saskia became mesmerised by their dance, copying the repeated, warm, soothing touch.

“When it comes right down to it, art’s simplest purpose is to create resonance between two people,” Aela said. “Whether it’s sculpture or music or writing or photography.” Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, little finger. “Bad art distracts. It blocks the flow of ideas or experience. The best art is transparent. It’s pure experience. A connection.”

Index, middle, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Saskia blinked out of her reverie. Aela stroked her own ring finger along its length and the soft pad of her thumb felt perfectly clear on Saskia’s finger.

Even though Aela had let go of Saskia all together.

She was sat back in the seat, out of reach, simply holding her fingers up to Saskia’s gaze. Saskia shook her hand but the ghost touch lingered. Ring, ring, ring. Aela sniggered. Saskia laughed nervously.

“No,” she said, “That’s not-” her brain stalled. Aela’s thumb danced over her own hand, and Saskia felt every detail of the touch.

“You’re very receptive!” Aela sparkled and lifted her hand to her face. She pressed her thick lips to it. Saskia melted as the firm pillows of Aela’s kiss materialised in her palm.

But it seemed Aela had only just started. Shifting excitedly in the seat – planting a raised shin between them – she lightly offered her palm to her bare breast. Saskia caught her breath as a phantom nipple hardened against her hand.

Saskia wanted to say stop, she wanted to flee. But the feeling of Aela’s body, of touching it in ways she would never dare, smouldered inside her. Her eyes dropped to the raised foot on the seat, hiding Aela’s sex. She wanted more.

Aela swung her knee aside, and exposed the pushed out petals. She let Saskia take it in for a few speeding heartbeats, then her hand slipped down.

Saskia swallowed. Aela’s tender flesh pressed to her palm. A hardened nub resolved under her finger tips. A, familiar illicit tingle nestled between her own, tightly crossed legs as she watched the voluptuous woman play with herself. The sensations transferred to her fingers had them wriggling as if Saskia was doing the playing.

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Chapter 1 – Joanna

1:

I should start by pointing out that I’m not a lesbian.

At least, I don’t think I am. I mean, I’ve never really had any experience with girls to test it; until recently, I’ve been perfectly happy with my husband, and before him I didn’t really have any experience with anyone at all. My first time was with him. Six months later we were married, and three months after that the twins came along.

So I was surprised, when my girls turned eighteen, to discover myself wondering what they looked like naked.

A physical description seems to be the standard way to start these stories – I’ll begin with myself. My name is Joanna, I’m a forty-three year old Brit, happily married mother of two. I’ve been told that I look a bit like Meryl Streep, though I don’t particularly see it myself. I’m in fair shape for a woman of my age; I’m not going to lie and say I have the “body of a 30-year old”, but I can honestly say I have the quite attractive body of a forty-three year old.

I’m tall, but not too tall. Red hair, which my daughters inherited. 36C breasts with a bit of sag (they were smaller before the pregnancy, but I’ve never had any complaints) and while there’s a bit of weight around my middle, Joshua has never seemed to be too put off.

I’ll describe the girls, too: Brianna and Rebecca. Brianna’s older by a few minutes – they’re twins, but not identical. Redheads, obviously. They’re both in shape – not sporty, active enough for their age; they’re certainly not obese. I haven’t been bra-shopping with them for a few years, but I still do their laundry, so I know that Rebecca is a 34B and Brianna is a 34C and that they both prefer white underwear – I think that black would be a better contrast against their pale skin…but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Beyond that, it was all imagination.

The exact date escapes me, but it was a few weeks after the twins’ birthday (birthday parties are the second-worst part of having twins, right after the pregnancy) that I started picturing them nude. I think I know what caused it – boredom.

I was bored. Bored with life, bored with sex, bored with everything. Joshua and I had grown sexually bored of each other a few years prior; god knows that we’d put the effort in. Costumes, underwear, toys. We cracked out the Kama Sutra once or twice, but none of it did any good.

We had reached the point where we were even talking about getting a third party in, but we couldn’t agree on a gender – as I mentioned, I’m not a lesbian, and Joshua wouldn’t even entertain the idea of sharing me with another man. Eventually, we dropped the idea, and our sex life petered off shortly afterwards.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband. But, ignoring anniversaries (which we sometimes did) we hadn’t had sex in years. There was no question of divorce – we were still happy together, but inactivity in the bedroom had led to me taking care of my own needs. Once a week, twice on special occasions. I can only assume Joshua was doing the same; I couldn’t imagine him cheating on me.

And so I can only assume that it was my bored mind’s way of entertaining itself, perhaps attempting to give my libido a kick start. I started watching the girls, watched how they moved their young bodies around the house. Often awkward, occasionally with a grace beyond their years. Whether they were relaxing on the couch, playing tennis outside, running for the Tube, I started to notice them. They never spotted me (I was just their boring, stuck-in-a-rut mother) watching them, but the whole time I was imagining them naked.

I hadn’t actually seen them in a state of undress for years now – the last time I remembered helping Rebecca in the bath was when she was 12, and Brianna was probably even a few years before then. So I truly was using my imagination: I pictured them running down the hallway in the nude, their small budding breasts bouncing, unrestrained. I wondered how much pubic hair they had; I remembered, at that age, being hairy as a mink, but things are different these days, aren’t they?

For a while, I tried to stop. It wasn’t right, I reasoned, for a mother to look at her daughters that way. Wondering what Brianna looked like in the shower, water running down her back, picturing Rebecca, naked in front of the mirror, assessing herself, leaning forwards and pouting in a youthful attempt to look sexy. It wasn’t how a mother should be thinking about her offspring.

But after a few days, I gave into it. After all, I reasoned, it was completely harmless. And, as I may have mentioned, I was bored.

2:

I don’t remember exactly when I started picturing my daughters during my weekly masturbation session, but that was when I knew I had crossed a line.

Friday night was “my” night; Joshua would go out with his pals, the girls had youth group and would frequently stay at a friend’s house. I’d set up a few candles, run myself a nice bath…if there was wine in the house I’d have a glass, and try not to think about how boring and cliche illegal bahis even my own masturbation was.

Typically I would visualise a soap star, or the Australian man who had done our windows a few times (something about that accent always gets me…) but this particular Friday, a mental image of the girls popped into my head.

At first I tried to shake it. I’d force it out of my head, try to think of rippling muscles covered in suds, or Jack Branning taking me in the wrestling ring…but it kept coming back. The closer I got, the more it persisted, until eventually I just embraced it and let out my climactic sigh, a vision of my own daughters in my head.

After all, who was I hurting?

After that, it became a regular fantasy. And, as I’m sure many of you reading this will have encountered, over time fantasies require escalation. Soon just the image of my daughters wasn’t enough – they had to be dancing through my mind, taking part in in all manner of escapades. Brianna at school, flashing her panties to the boys. Rebecca playing tennis in the nude, bouncing as she served the ball.

A month later, I was pleasuring myself two or three times a week, imagining the girls in more and more depraved situations – Rebecca sneaking off from youth group with the vicar’s son, letting him feel her up behind the pulpit. Brianna, on her knees during morning tea at her school, sucking off the school bully. Rebecca, bent over a desk at school, fucking a teacher for a better grade, Brianna watching and playing with herself…

The rest of my life was still as boring as ever, but my fantasy life had suddenly exploded.

I wish I could be more precise with dates, but it’s not something I particularly needed to keep track of. When you have nothing to fill your days with, they blur into each other, weeks becoming months becoming years, until you find yourself middle-aged, counting down the years until menopause, playing with yourself with images of the new fertile generation in your head.

While I don’t remember exactly what date or week it was, I remember it was another Friday when an image came into my head that would change my life forever.

I don’t know if this is true of all boarding schools, but it was rampant in mine – my girlfriends and I used to practice kissing. My friends were all gorgeous, and I suppose I wasn’t too bad myself – a lot of men would have paid a lot of good money to see what went on behind closed doors, but I’d forgotten about it myself until I was in my usual bath, my hands doing their usual job.

It occurred to me, you see, that if I’d had a twin sister, I know we would have used each other for practice. And while things have changed since my day, surely death and taxes aren’t the only constants – I feel that my girls would have after their old mother in at least one regard.

3:

The second I had that image in my head, the mental picture of my twin girls kissing, sharing their saliva, pressing their bodies against each other, maybe using their hands to explore, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

And not just in my own private time, either – whenever the two girls and I were in the room, I was scanning their faces for signals, secret flirtations between one another. Whenever I left the two of them in a room together, I couldn’t help but imagine them passionately locking lips the second I left. Every time we were sat around the dinner table, I imagined their hands sneaking up each other’s legs, their fingers pumping in and out of each other as we made small talk over supper…

At this point, my fantasies stopped being completely harmless.

I was aware of the change, too, and I tried to put it out of my head. I tried to think about something, anything else, but it was like a pink elephant; trying not to think about it consumed my waking hours, there was no room for any other thoughts.

I don’t know if my daughters suspected anything; I tried not to let on, but when your eighteen-year old daughters come to you for help on a maths problem and you’re doing everything you can (and failing) to stop picturing them naked, locked in a sweaty incestuous embrace, you don’t have the spare mental energy to see if they’ve noticed a change in your behaviour.

I should tell you about my husband at this point – he’s a good man, and it’s not his fault that we’ve sexually drifted away from one other. He’s reliable, he earns enough to keep us in the lifestyle that we’re accustomed to, and god bless him and his hobbies.

Ever since I’ve known him, almost 18 years now, he’s discovered a new hobby every few months. When I first met him, it was inventing (which he’s come back to several times over the years, always managing to get distracted just before he can actually create something.) Right now it’s photography, a few months ago it was home-brewing beer, and before that he was seriously considering getting into bee-keeping.

But the hobby relevant to this tale, and probably the reason you’ve clicked through to hear my tale in casino siteleri the first place, is hypnosis. Not “watch dangled in front of your face” hypnosis (though he did try that for a few weeks before giving up) – he invested in a subliminal hypnosis kit, to try to stop himself from smoking (partially at my request – his previous hobby had, for reasons too ridiculous to explain here, required him to smoke cigars. It stunk.)

I don’t really understand how the tapes work – you record your voice, or a voice that you trust, and put it into a special tape deck. The deck layers it over the music, and so when you’re listening you’d never know that it was anything but a song. All the while, your subconscious brain is processing the messages – you have to listen to the same message for at least a few nights before it kicks in, but when it does you see results quickly.

The kit included some relaxation music, instructions on what sort of subliminal messages worked best, and speakers that attached to the bed. I have no idea if it was the tapes, or my threats to divorce and/or castrate him if I found one more cigar burn on the couch, but less than a month after he started the program he was off the Cubans. By then, we’d both grown accustomed to falling asleep to the music, so we’d kept those and put everything else in the basement.

The girls refer to the basement as “Daddy’s Forgotten Toy-Chest” – there’s a remnant of every hobby Joshua’s ever had down there, from the ventriloquist dummy to the stamp collection to the “Start Your Own T-Shirt Company” starter’s kit (and thirty-five unsold “Born to be Wilde” shirts.)

Obviously I never intended for it to go as far as it did. I was just curious. I just needed to know – I thought I’d just get them to confide in old mum, find out what was happening under my own roof. Just a bit of information to fuel my fantasies.

I genuinely never intended for it to go any further than that.

4:

It was a pretty simple system. Easy to find, too; right under the jam-making equipment, above the “golf from home” kit. The provided messages were for weight loss and nail-biting, but gave you an idea of the sort of tone you had to use. They were also in a harsh American accent, but I assumed I didn’t have to mimic that.

“Mum,” Brianna asked, “Why are you moving your stupid sleep-tapes into our room?”

The twins have always shared a room. Neither Joshua or I grew up with any siblings and we felt it was something that our childhoods lacked.

“They’re good for you,” I replied, “They’ll help you sleep better, you’ll be more rested for school.”

Brianna rolled her eyes. Rebecca didn’t even look up from her laptop as I attached one set of speakers to each bed.

The message I’d recorded was simple, and the same for both of them:

You trust your mother. You trust your mother. Mother knows best. You can share things with your mother. You must always answer mother’s questions. Mum knows best. Help Mum out around the house more. Whatever Mum says, goes. If Mum asks a question, you must answer. Never lie to your mother. Never lie to Mum.

I hoped that switching between mother, my role, and Mum, my “name” to the girls would help it work no matter how much they thought of me, whether as a person or just as their mother. (I know that at that age, my Mum was an obstacle first and a person a distant second.)

I didn’t notice any difference for the first few days, and even after that it was subtle. If I hadn’t been looking for it, intently examining their faces and their bodies every time they entered the room (the bodies were less relevant to what I was looking for, but it had become a habit,) I probably wouldn’t have said there was any difference, but by the end of the week, they were coming home and telling me about their days. It was nice.

After a week, I switched the tapes out.

You trust your mother. You trust Mum. You can tell her anything. You can ask her woman questions. You can talk to her about sex. Do your assignments more than a night before they’re due. Mum is cool. You can trust Mum with secrets. Tell your mother about sex. Never lie to your mother. Always tell Mum the truth. Your mother knows about sex. You can tell your mother anything.

This one was less successful. For the first week, absolutely nothing. I was waiting for a hint, anything that would open up a conversation, anything where I could get some details from my daughters, anything to help fuel a fantasy.

I was starting to get frustrated. As well as that, without our own sleep-tapes, Joshua and I were both having trouble sleeping. One night I think he woke up while I was pleasuring myself (I had been unable to sleep and unable to get images of my daughters out of my mind, so I had done what came naturally.) I lay still, and after a few minutes he started snoring.

The next day, two things happened. I bought a tape and speaker set for our room, just to get back into a normal sleeping pattern, and I decided to be more direct poker siteleri with my next tape.

5:

Your mother is someone you can talk to about sex. Discuss sex with your mother. Ask her questions. Tell her secrets. Your Mum loves to talk about sex. You love to talk about sex with Mum. You will remember to wash up after breakfast. You will wear less clothes around the house. It’s okay to dress like a tramp at home. You will ask Mum about sex.

I don’t really understand the brain psychology of it, but if I had to guess I’d say the tapes work best on things you already want to do. If you want to quit smoking enough to buy a tape, they’ll help you achieve that. No amount of tapes will help you do something you’re opposed to – or if they will, you have to introduce it slowly and gradually.

This one had one immediate effect – the girls were wearing less and less clothes. As a mother, I felt I should say something, but I can’t deny that I was enjoying it. Joshua didn’t even seem to notice – had our husband’s member become so dead that it didn’t even notice two gorgeous and scantily-clad young ladies running around the house?

I have no idea where Brianna got a miniskirt, but she certainly had the legs for it, and it wasn’t until I saw Rebecca in a v-neck that I realised how much she’d filled out.

One little nudge from a tape, and they were happy to let their inner tramp out. I suspect most attractive women are looking for the first excuse they can find to show off the goods – I know that when my body was in its prime, just the mention of the beach would get me into a bikini – I loved the feel of everyone’s eyes on my body – and even a hint of interest from a guy would get that bikini off.

But though there was more teenage flesh around the house since Joshua’s attempt to turn our basement into a weekend wrestling school, I continued to find myself washing breakfast dishes every day that week, and still neither of them were asking me about sex.

It was possible, I realised, that they just weren’t having any. Not with each other, not with anyone else. Perhaps it was for the best; if I could just confirm that no, my girls weren’t the sex-charged maniacs that I was at that age, I could get this sick obsession out of my head, and go back to fantasising about Bruce the window-cleaner.

But I needed to know for sure.

One last tape, I told myself. One last tape, then I’d give up and return to my humdrum, sexless, adventureless life.

You trust your mother. You trust Mum. You will answer all of her questions. You will not lie to mother. You will not lie to Mum. You will not be embarrassed. It’s okay to talk to Mum about sex. You must be honest to mother. You must be honest to Mum. There is no need to make the house smell like a perfume shop every time you have a shower. You will dress like a tramp. You will dress like a slut.

One last tape.

6:

“Brianna, honey, can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, what’s up Mum?”

“I want to talk about sex.”

“Uh…okay.”

“It’s okay to talk to Mum about sex.”

“Well, sure. I guess so. Is this about how we’ve been dressing? Because I can explain…”

“No darling, that’s fine. Wear whatever you want.”

“Oh, good, because it’s just that…-“

“Bri, it’s absolutely fine. I love that, by the way. When did tube tops come back into style?”

“Mum, can I…”

“Sit down, Bri!”

“Fine.”

“I just wanted to know…”

“Mum, this is…-“

“You will not be embarrassed.”

“Fine. ‘I will not be embarrassed.’ What do you want to know?”

“And you know dear, you must be honest to Mum.”

“I…know.”

“I just had some questions. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, Mum, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Do you have a…girlfriend?”

“Ew! No!”

“Don’t be like that. I had a girlfriend when I was your age.”

“What??”

“Not for long. Evetta, her name was. Oh my, I’d completely forgotten about her. We were together for two weeks, and then she was gone.”

“Mum, ew.”

“Oh, come now. She was my first kiss. I can’t believe how long it’s been since I thought about her…”

“Is that all? Can I go now?”

“Oh, yes. Brianna, I just want to know. How far have you…well, how far have you been with someone?”

“mumbles”

“Speak up Brianna, I can’t hear you. You must be honest to Mum. You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I trust my mother.”

“So tell me how…well, tell me what you’ve done. In as much detail as you can. Er, like. As much detail as you like.”

“Mum, I’ve never even kissed anyone.”

“What?”

“There’s no need to sound so disappointed, Mum.”

“Sorry dear, I just…sweet eighteen and never been kissed?”

“No.”

“Not even Rebecca?”

“What!? Mum!!”

“Well, all girls do it, you know. All girls practice.”

“Mu-um!”

“So…have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Have you ever…practiced with Rebecca?”

“Mum!!”

“I just…I’m just surprised, I suppose. It almost…it almost seems like a waste.”

“Mum, are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m just thinking. Some of my fondest memories are of those boarding school days. Practicing kissing, with the girls. God, we’d go on for hours…”

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Hillary’s Second Stage Growth

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Hillary had started to expand. Not quickly. But over the next several weeks she increased in size from thirty six inches to almost forty inches. What I found most intriguing was that while the tape showed a four inch increase her appearance did not really change that much. Her growth was accomplished across her whole chest. That is, she didn’t suddenly jut outward, her entire breast mass increased. It was now evident in the increased swells starting just an inch or so below her collarbone and extending outward and then sliding gently back to meet her rib cage just below the bottom of her sternum. Because she was so tall, and since her breasts were so wide side to side and top to bottom, a four inch increase was not a huge, immediately noticeable shift in her appearance when she was clothed.

Indeed, when she went shopping for new bras she found that most of them were uncomfortable because they did not take into consideration the width of her boobs. Any underwire bras were particularly cruel, digging into her flesh and leaving ugly marks. Hillary was buying only soft demi bras or others that lacked the boning used to provide “uplift” and “shaping”. The sales clerks termed her “unique” and considered finding Hillary good fitting bras to be a challenge.

And then her growth ground to a halt. For several weeks no change was seen despite her continued measurements and worry. Once again her mood turned surly and unhappy. And my pep talks seemed to fall on deaf ears. Hillary was not to be mollified or cajoled into a good mood no matter what I said. Her mood got to be so bad that we did not engage in sex for five weeks. It was the longest dry spell between us ever. I wasn’t really seeing anyone else by this time and neither was Hillary (I hoped). We never spoke of it but I was thinking of her as my steady girl and I thought she felt the same way about me. I hoped.

On a Thursday I met her at the apartment. I wasn’t spending much time at the frat house, mostly staying with Hillary. But the last several days I found it easier to sleep at the house. Hillary’s mood was just plain pissy and I’d felt the need to get away for a while.

Once again the landlady’s daughter was sitting on the front porch. And she didn’t leave when I drove up! This was so unusual that I stopped and said, “Hello.”

She started a bit as if not expecting me to say anything to her and then whispered “Hi.”

If I hadn’t been watching her I might not have heard her so soft was her response.

“My name’s Richard,” I offered. “How are you?”

“Okay.” No increase in volume and she seemed unable to look at me. Her eyes seemed to look anywhere but at my face. Really shy!

“Have a good day.” I told her as I started around to the side stairs up to the apartment.

“Okay.” She replied almost as softly.

When Hillary came into the apartment a little later she seemed somewhat happier than the last several days.

“I’ve made progress,” I told her. “The landlord’s daughter didn’t run away when I was walking up the sidewalk and I said hello to her. And she said hello right back! We had a real conversation! I think she said three words total! I must have made a real impression on her!”

“I made a real impression today, too!” Hillary said. “A bunch of construction workers whistled at me when I was walking home from class! It’s only four inches but they seemed to like the increase!” She motioned to her chest. Clad in only a black halter top that bared her nicely muscled stomach and shorts that displayed her legs in their full glory, Hillary was looking really hot today!

“What happened?” I asked.

“Well, you know that new office building that’s going up downtown? I was walking by there about noon when the workers were on break and about ten of them were up on the second floor and they started to whistle and holler at me as I walked by! I think it’s the first time that a group like that has paid any attention to me. I was flattered. It made me feel proud that they were noticing me! One of them kept yelling “Legs, legs, legs and another one one yelled ‘Nice buns, honey!’

“I knew that they were talking about me as I walked away. I could feel their eyes on my butt all the way to the end of the block. I suppose I should have been upset, but I just felt a nice glow inside.”

As I watched her I could see the pride in her smile. I also noticed that her pendant was shining.

“Look at that crystal,” I said. “It seems to be shinier than I remember.”

Yeah, it looks really pretty doesn’t it? Well, I gotta change. It’s so hot I sweated up a storm on the walk home.”

Hillary slipped into the bedroom and I headed for the kitchen to get a soda.

Three or four minutes bahis siteleri later the shower stopped and I heard Hillary rustling around in the bedroom.

“Rich! Come here!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked in response to the note of urgency I heard in Hillary’s voice.

“Oh, just another inch or so! Look, I’m filling this bra better than ever before! I’ve got to measure myself to be sure!”

Hillary let the bra slide unheeded to the floor as she took up the tape measure from the bureau top and wrapped it around her chest across her nipples.

“Yup, fourty-one! I’m back on track! Happy, happy day! Look, Richard, Fourty-one!” She was entering the new numbers in the log book as she spoke.

“Seems your nipples are all puffy,” I observed. “See?” I prodded at one with my forefinger.

“Oh, that’s tender!” Hillary protested. She cupped her hands protectively over her nipples. “They are sensitive! Oh, that feels strange!” she continued as she gently squeezed herself. We were both watching her hands as she continued to caress herself gently.

“Want me to help?” I offered. “Let me lick them for you and kiss ’em and make ’em feel all better!”

Her hand fell away from her puffed up, swollen, aureole as my mouth drew closer.

“Oooohhhh! Oooohhhh! God, that feels sooooo fine. I’ve never been this sensitive before,” she moaned as I very gently mouthed her breast tip. Her aureole, only just larger than her nipple, puffed up off her breast proudly and her small nipple jutted out strongly.

As I moved to her other breast her hands came up to caress and guide me from one nipple to the other. In just a few minutes there was a strong flush rising up her chest and neck and her hands were more urgent in their guidance. In another minute or so I felt and heard a strong moan deep within her!

Her hands gripped strongly and she crushed me to her breast as she trembled and cried out!

“Oh, god, I came. Just from having you suckle me! I’ve never felt like that before! It felt so good!”

She pushed me away from her suddenly and I sprawled in surprise across the bed as she attacked my pants.

“Oh, look how small! Honey, I love to watch you grow!” Her hands were urgently caressing and pulling at my rapidly expanding dick. “I can completely hold you in one hand!” she demonstrated as she smiled up at me from on her knees.

I propped myself up on both elbows to watch as her head came down and her mouth engulfed the head and shaft of my dick. Quickly her mouth was forced up, away from my groin, as my shaft and its head gained bulk and stiffness. Still with her eyes locked on mine she kept sucking and licking, running her tongue round and round the head of my now immense dick!

“See!” she crowed as she took her mouth off me. “Now I can’t hold it with both hands, it’s too big!” With both hands one above the other on the base of the shaft there were still six inches or so jutting up in the air in front of her smiling face.

“Now I get to ride The Nookie Monster! Goody for me!” She quickly clambered onto the bed and pushed me flat beneath her.

In a flash she was balanced on one knee with the other leg bent at the knee, her foot flat on the bed besides my hip. Even so she had to angle my shaft to get the head of my dick placed at the mouth of her cunt as she eagerly rubbed the swollen head over her pussy lips. Her moisture was thick and hot as her cunt parted to let the invader inside the portals.

“Lord help me, I love this part,” she moaned as she sank slowly down and down. I knew from experience that she liked to get the first few strokes done at her own pace. I also knew that if I didn’t move too much I would last longer for her! Which was appreciated. Hillary liked to finish off a fuck session with me pounding away between her hips as she lay beneath me! So did I!

Much more quickly than usual Hillary was gathering steam, rising and falling on my shaft with small moans of appreciation gusting from her. As I lay below her it seemed that her breasts were quivering slightly as she bottomed out and rebounded off my hips. Ordinarily there was no movement visible. She was really quite firm fleshed!

But, yes! There! A definite quiver! As she rose and fell ever faster I could see a barely perceptible bounce. Hillary was entering her first orgasm as my hands rose from behind my head to latch onto her boobs. Firmly squeezing her nipples, I pulled and twisted the jutting little pink tips while she quaked and shook, as deeply impaled on my rod as she had ever been.

Then it was back to the races as she began to raise herself to a peak once again.

“Yes, pull on them, squeeze them! Ah, I love that!” she said again and again.

Her hands were resting gently on my stomach as she quaked through another orgasm! Then another in quick succession. And a fourth! Her eyes were closed as her hips shuffled quickly in all directions. My cock felt like it was inside a mix-master set on puree. I canlı bahis siteleri didn’t think I could hold out much longer as Hillary turned up the speed one more notch!

“Let me get on top,” I urged her.

“No, not yet, not yet. Keep pinching my nipples and squeeze my boobs harder Richie! Harder, harder, it feels so good!”

I was really mauling her breasts now – much harder than I usually did! I expected her to want me to be more gentle but she kept urging me to greater efforts. In a moment her hands joined mine in squeezing and pulling at her breasts and nipples.

“God, it just feel so good today! I think I could just fuck all day and all night,” she moaned as she wrung one more orgasm from her body.

“Maybe you could,” I moaned back, “but I’m about done!” And with that I spewed great wads of cum into her hot clenching cunt. Spasm after spasm wracked my body, every muscle clamping tight and then releasing as I continued to gush again, again.

As I finally lay quiet and fucked out beneath her, my dick slowly softening inside her, Hillary continued to pull at one nipple while her other hand quickly rubbed her clit and she reached one last peak just as I slipped out of her spasming cunt.

“My lord, that… was… special,” she sighed, as her head came down to rest on my shoulder.

“I’ll say,” I replied as I kissed her earlobe and wrapped my arms around her to cuddle. “I don’t think I can ever remember you being so passionate. I was being pretty rough with your boobs but you didn’t seem to mind.”

“I didn’t mind! It just felt so good, I swear, I came as much from the breast play as I did from riding Mr. Humongous!” She had so many pet names I couldn’t keep them all straight. “The feelings were just so intense and they kept building, and building! I was just rising from one crest to another! Usually it takes me a minute of two to recover. But tonight, wow! Fabulous!” She wiggled against me as she said this.

We both reacted at the same time. She looked at me in surprise and then sat up straight.

“Oh god, look at ME!” Hillary cried out. “I’ve grown! Look at ME!”

I was! I had thought that I’d seen more bounce and I had. Hillary was perceptively larger now than she had been when we lay down together only 20 or 30 minutes ago.
Hillary was off me and back in front of the mirror with the tape measure in her hand faster than I can tell it. Gently, almost reverently, she carefully positioned the tape across her back and pulled her hands together in front of her boobs.

“Oh, my God!” she squealed. She repeated the measurement even more carefully. When she turned back to me her face was lit up with a smile and her eyes were sparkling!

“Guess, Rich, guess! Can you tell how much I’ve grown?”

“Three inches?” I hazarded. “Maybe four?” I really wasn’t good at this guessing game, but I wanted to know as much as she wanted to tell me.

“Five and one half inches!” she replied with a shaky laugh. “I’ve reached past forty six inches. Before today I just barely was forty inches. Now I’m forty six and a half!”

Her hands came back up to cup her breasts.She could still cover almost all of her boobs but it was difficult. What before had been easily spanned by her outstretched fingers now filled them to just overflowing.

“They still feel so tender,” she moaned as she continued to caress and squeeze them. “And the tips are still puffy!”

It was true, I saw. Her aureole remained puffy and pinker than usual.

“They sorta look like Mandy’s tits when we were just kids! She had really big puffy nipples for the longest time. She was kinda embarrassed by them I remember. One thing though, I’d still flunk the pencil test! These beauties just jut right out there! No sag, no drag!

She pulled her hands away from her breasts and shimmied her shoulders. Then she shook them and finally she jumped up and down heavily. Her breasts still only just quivered and immediately resumed their jaunty upward and outward thrust.

“But, Hillary,” I asked, “why tonight? It has been how long since you last expanded? A week?”

“Thirty eight days.” She responded quickly. “I’ve kept the log. I was stuck for thirty eight days! The only thing different today was…”

“The construction workers!” I blurted out. As soon as I said it Hillary’s eyes got big!

“You’re right! And look!” She pointed to her pendant. “Earlier today it was really sparkley and now, its kinda got a glow but not like earlier! I wonder?

“Rich, look at me, Rich. See how beautiful my tits are? Do you like it when I squeeze them like this and pull my nipples? Oooohhhh! How about my ass? Don’t you think I’ve got a sexy ass? Would you like me to come over there and stick my boobs in your face? See how nice and big they are getting to be?

“I KNEW IT! See how the pendant sparked for a moment? It reacts when you look at me and lust after me and if I’m proud of myself at the same time! Just like this güvenilir bahis afternoon! I was proud that they were looking at me and they were sure lusting! Kidding around some I know, but down inside I bet each one of them was wondering what it would be like to feel my legs wrapped around them as we fucked our brains out!”

“I suppose it makes sense” I offered. “If Toh was sparked by jealousy, you could be sparked by pride or lust!”

“I think it takes both.” Hillary responded. “If I’m not proud of my looks when they are looking at me I don’t think it works as well.”

“Or at all maybe?” I guessed.

“Maybe”

We were both silent for a moment.

“Well, I’ve got to figure out how to approach this.” Hillary finally said. “If we are right, if this crystal acts like a, well, I suppose, like a battery and stores up the combination of my pride and the lustful looks of others, it seems to feed it back to me when we are having sex. I wonder what will happen if I keep getting looks while I’m proud of my self and don’t have any sex? I’ve got an idea. Rich, get dressed. I’ll call you in a week or two. Go on, scat. I’ve got work to do! Get dressed, get back to the frat. I’ll see you later.”

I found my self dressed and out the door in minutes. My head was spinning as I headed back to my car. What the hell was she up to?

Almost three weeks later on a Friday I got a call from Hillary. She had not returned any of the calls I had made to her over the past weeks.

“Come over and fuck my brains out, you big dicked stallion! I can’t wait any longer! I hope you’ve been taking your vitamins! We may have a long weekend in store.” She sounded bright and chipper. The bitch.

“Gee, sorry, Hillary” I said. “I’m booked for the weekend. Maybe next week?” I was p-o’d at her. She wouldn’t talk to me for three weeks. Hangs up on me when I call her and then just calls out of the blue and expects me to jump? HA! I’ve got MY pride.

“Oh, come on Rich! You don’t mean that. You know I was only experimenting. Don’t you want to see how I’ve changed in three weeks,” she wheedled.

“You’ve changed?” I asked.

“Yeah. I think you’ll like the change, too, honey. Come on over and judge for your self.” She giggled a little at that.

“Well, I am sorta busy,” I replied.

“Rich, it’s not like I was fucking around behind your back!” Now she sounded mad at ME! “I haven’t had sex in three weeks. You know how I get when I go that long without. I’ll make it real special for you! I’ve got some new outfits. I want to know if you like them? Why don’t you come on over around dinner, I’ll cook and we’ll, um. Talk!” She giggled again.

“Well okay, but only since you offered to cook!” I told her.

“Bastard. I may start without you! Serve you right! I conduct a scientific experiment at great personal sacrifice, and you want to carp and bitch! See you in two hours!” She sounded happy as we hung up.

When I knocked on the door, Hillary met me wearing a loose fitting sweater and blouse that completely hid any glimpse of her upper body and a pair of skin tight jeans. Dinner was franks and beans, Hillary was no gourmet cook! She refused to respond to any questions I had about what she had been up to over the past several weeks.

“Eat first, then talk.” She instructed me. And so we limited our conversation to the weather and such until we moved into the living room.

“I have had so much fun in the last several weeks, honey,” she informed me as we sat on the sofa. “Oh, wait here. I want to show you something.” She was gone in a flash as she said this.

In a moment she was back. She had discarded the concealing blouse and sweater. And she had changed!

She was now wearing an extremely tight, turtle-necked. ribbed-knit, midriff-baring, sleeveless top. The bottom edge of the top ended just below her breasts.

“I just bought this top this afternoon. I don’t think I’ll be able to wear it very long if things keep up the way they have been over the past three weeks,” She informed me as she moved in front of me. She stroked her hands up from her hips to just below her tightly covered bosom which was much, much larger now than the last time I had seen her.

“You wanna see how much I’ve changed in the past three weeks? I have grown haven’t I?” she asked. It was evident that she had grown. I couldn’t tell how much but it seemed to have been quite a lot!

“How much have you grown?” I asked. “A foot? More?”

Oh, honey, no. Not THAT much! Only ten inches in three weeks. That’s all, just ten inches.” The little smile on her face told me that she knew just how impressive the growth had been. She looked immense. If my memory was correct….

“When you left,” she went on, “I measured forty-six and one half inches. I wore a 40 EE bra. This afternoon I measured fifty-seven inches around! And this top is tighter now than it was when I paid for it at 2 pm. If I was buying bras I’d have to find one that was a “Q” Cup! Larger than Toh! I still measure 35 inches around the chest! Can you tell I’m not wearing a bra? Look!” She turned her back and lifted the back of the top to show that there were no straps across her back.

“Well, show me the front, woman! You don’t need to tease me!” I reminded her.

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She walked past his desk every morning at precisely the same time.. her hair all neatly done, the pink shirt brought out the color in her cheeks and her perfume whipped thru the air as she walked by. He wanted to stop her right there, but didnt know what he would say to her. His eyes followed every curve of her body.. as he watched her walk into her office. Was he ever going to be able to speak with her? He talked himself into going to her office. He knocked softly. She opened the door. He couldnt breathe. She smiled at him. He was just about to say something when she said, “I was wondering if you were ever going to come down here and say hi”.

The door closed behind him. He stood against the door, waiting to be invited to sit down. She turned around, pulled her hair out of the elastic she had in it and flirted with him with her eyes. He could feel his mouth getting dry and his palms started to sweat. She leaned into him and whispered into his ear. His face went flush. She started to kiss his neck, leaving wet traces of her tongue as she lightly licked behind his ear. Slowly she removed his tie, then his jacket and his shirt.. He was in a very vulnerable position.

She brought his hands up to her canlı bahis breasts so that he could feel how hard her nipples were. She moaned with pleasure and want. His mouth covered hers. His tongue, soft and moist against hers. He unhooked her bra and felt her nipples between his finger tips. She worked her way down his chest. She licked his nipples, and teasing them with her tongue. Her hands grasped his hard ass cheeks. He was fully erect now, waiting for her to take him into her mouth. She kissed around his hard cock, kissed his inner thighs and licked his balls lightly with her tongue. ‘Oh My God’ he thought to himself. She took the head of his cock into her mouth. He could feel her warm, wet mouth wrapped around it. He was at the edge of cumming all over her face. He just wanted to be inside her first. She went down on his enormous cock. She took the whole thing into her mouth. She was making love to his erection. Up and down she wenton it. Devouring the whole shaft. She sucked on the head. His moans were that of someone enjoying himself. He couldnt take it anymore.. He had to taste her.

He brought her to her desk. Laid her down on it. He kissed his way up her thigh, to her mound kaçak iddaa of flesh that laid there.. open… inviting.. He parted her lips slightly with his fingers, then he kissed it. It was just as sweet as he thought it would be. She was wet and waiting for him to take her. He saw her exposed clit and placed his mouth on it. She shivered and he continued to do this for what seemed like hours. He licked her clit and sucked on her hot wet box. He occassionaly slid a couple of fingers in and out of her. She moaned loudly. He wanted to fuck her, but he was so enthralled with her hot pussy that he couldnt tear himself away from it. He went back for more. Parting her lips with his tongue.. it went up and down over her now hard, exposed clit.. her thighs started to get tight around his head.. she was starting to cum… he could taste her sweetness in his mouth.

She is bent over the couch she has in her office, her ass in the air, exposed for entry. He slid himself into her, his hands on her ass, as he watched himself go in and out of her wet pussy. He reached around and started to play with her nipples.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned outloud. He started to fuck her faster. “Oh yeah,” she kaçak bahis said again, ‘Harder baby.. harder’.

He pinched her nipples and she let out a pleasurable moan. She reached around and started to play with his ass while he was slamming her from behind.

He is sitting in the chair in the corner of the office. She straddles him and slides her wet pussy ontop of him. They reach in to kiss each other, their tongues explore each other mouth. Slowly, she’s riding him. Grinding her pussy onto his hard dick. He takes her breast and puts it into his mouth. She is now moaning in uncontrollable pleasure. Now she is pumping him harder. Having her nipples sucked really makes her horny. She takes his other hand and has him pinch her other nipple. Now she is fucking him hard. She throws her head back in ecstacy and cums all over him.

She is on her knees in front of him. She spreads his legs apart and takes him into her mouth again, swallowing him whole. He puts his hands on her head as he guides her as how fast he wants her to go.

“My god!” he yells. “Yeah suck it.. suck it like that.. I like the way you take it into your mouth like that”. She goes faster and takes his balls into her hand and starts to fondly them. He legs start to quiver. He is gonna cum. She takes him out of her mouth just as he is exploding and he cums all over her face. She takes most of it into her mouth.. and continues to suck on him.. to get him ready for the next round.

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Halloween Dare Ch. 01

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Those magic words had been uttered.

“Dave, I dare you.” Eric said and now I could not back down.

That was three days ago, it was easy to be brave three days before Halloween, but now that the day was here, and more importantly the night was here it seemed like one of the stupider things I had ever done.

Three days ago I had been talking about the Deforest house at the farthest end of town at the top of the hill.

The Deforest house was reputed to be haunted. It sat right on the border of my humdrum town Shady Water and the next Galstonberry.

It was said that the father had gone into a rage when his daughter had brought home a boy from school that she had claimed to fall in love with. In his madness he killed the boy with a shotgun and then he raped and murdered his only daughter before taking his own life.

That was the legend, and it had been told and re-told by all of us in high school. It was a popular senior dare to go up to the house and knock on the door before running off.

Nearly everyone had said they had either heard the sound of a shotgun being cocked as if the father were ready to kill any man who might try to take his daughter away, or the call of the daughter who wanted to have love with a man who loved her.

I had gotten to talking big about how there was no such thing as ghosts and no such thing as hauntings and how there was nothing to fear from the house. I had been one to take the dare to knock on the door and I had heard nothing threatening or menacing. Just the creek of old boards under my feet.

Well the next step was obvious, I claimed I could spend the night in the house and wouldn’t suffer any harm. Of course that was the moment that Eric said, ‘I dare you’.

And no scare dare would be complete if the sleep over night was not Halloween.

Now looking up at the rickety old house I realized I had not taken in one thing to fear. The house had been abandoned for nearly a century, stepping up on the porch was one thing, but going inside was something else.

I slowly checked the doorknob and found it loose, the locking mechanism had rusted out completely and turned to dust as I turned the knob.

I stepped across the threshold and gently closed the door behind me, half expecting the entire building to collapse down around and on top of me.

To my pleasant surprise the building remained standing and I began to move into the next room.

The door had an older styled entryway they it opened into, but on the other side of that was a much larger greeting/living room type area.

There were stairs tuzla eve gelen escort going up from this level to the next, and a door on both the left and right of the room.

I went up the stairs, and found that one of the bedrooms at the top of the stairs was not in too bad of shape, so I three my sleeping bag down on the floor, and got myself ready for my night alone.

I unloaded my bag full of snacks (chips, snickers, soda…), my flashlight, and my portable T.V., after all there was no reason to be without the basic necessities in life, and tonight was Monday night football.

I then settled into my bag, with no more concern about the safety of the structure I was in, and certainly no concern about haunting. I got my T.V. tuned to the appropriate station, a little bummed about the crappy reception but resigned to my fate.

By the end of the game it was pretty dark outside, and I was a little antsy to walk around. So I got my flashlight and began going around the rooms in exploration.

The rooms were mostly empty, with crumbling ceiling and wall pieces littering the rooms.

Just as I was completing my rounds I heard a sound coming from the stairs. I spun and slammed my flashlight into the doorframe I was standing in.

My light went out, and I was standing in the dark trying to see if anything was coming.

I was going to be really pissed if Eric was trying to play some prank on me.

I slowly felt my way back to the room that I had claimed as my own. Once there I set my now destroyed flashlight down onto my sleeping back.

I felt around for a moment until my hand found my T.V.. It wasn’t much but it would provide some illumination.

I flipped the switch on and the screen nearly blinded me as my eyes were adjusted for the dark.

My eyes quickly adjusted, and I held the T.V. in front of me as a light. It provided some limited illumination but it was on the order of trying to see your way using your watch light.

I slowly began to leave the room, when suddenly a dark figure pounced me.

I started to struggle, and my hand brushed a soft feminine breast.

I was stunned for a moment, my hand resting on the breast. Who or whatever I was struggling against was not slowed in their determination.

I felt my pants being opened and my cock pulled free, suddenly the head of my cock is in a warm wet mouth and all I could do was groan in appreciation, as my cock got instantly hard.

Holy shit! The ghost girl was real! She didn’t want love, she wanted sex, and was determined to get it!

Then tuzla otele gelen escort further realization hit me, if she weren’t satisfied she would be very upset, what would a ghost do if sexually unsatisfied? I did not want to find out the answer to that question!

Her mouth began to slide up and down my shaft aggressively, nearly sucking the cum straight from my balls only using my cock as a straw.

I was so close to cumming, but I was sure that no girl, ghost or not would want her first time to be over so quickly, so with sheer will and determination I concentrated on preventing the flood of cum from boiling up.

For her part she slowed down, her mouth’s movement on my cock, and began to slowly slide her lips up and down my shaft. When she reached the top she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, and when she reached bottom she sucked the head of my cock into her throat and swallowed.

I still maintained tight control of myself, not letting my orgasm to come, staving it off with more will that I ever knew I had.

I rotated myself around lifted legs I could barely see so that the girl was straddling my face.

She wore a skirt, shorter than I expected, but I quickly found her panties and pulled them off of her. She resisted for a moment, but then allowed me to slip them off.

I gently lapped her cunt lips, which were not particularly wet. What did I expect from a girl that had been dead for close to 100 years.

I slowly worked my tongue up and down her slit and with every stroked pushed my tongue a little deeper, getting her wet with my saliva.

Can a ghost produce lubricant? If I did cum would it actually go into her, or through her? Right now she felt real enough but…

I quickly got my mind back on the issue at hand; perhaps if I could make her cum she would be satisfied.

I continued working my tongue deeper into her slit until I could go from her hole up to her clit and back down. I then began circling both on each pass as slowly I noted moisture coming from her.

Her juices were sweet and light, better than any living girl I had tasted, and I began to lick her more enthusiastically.

So I was having an affect! I quickly gained courage and began really working her clit. She began humping back into my mouth. Then her legs clamped tight to my head, she lifted her mouth off my cock and she screamed like a banshee gushing cum into my mouth.

I was relieved that perhaps I would survive this night.

Then she suddenly resumed sucking my cock!

Oh my god! She wanted tuzla sınırsız escort more!

I quickly resumed licking her slit, now sliding my tongue as deep into her as I possibly could on every pass.

I knew I was getting close, so I began to use my finger on her clit as I thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt.

My balls began to tighten and I knew I wasn’t able to hold back any longer, suddenly my cum burst out of my cock, and she sucked it down hungrily.

I continued to lick her cunt and finger her clit as she was sucking me dry.

Suddenly her legs clamped tight on my head again and she screamed her orgasm again this time around my cock, which she kept in her mouth.

I knew this time I had done well enough, but she continue to suck on my cock.

Thank-fully it remained hard but how long was I supposed to be able to go?

Then she lifted herself off my face and crawled forward. She lined my cock up with her slit and sat down on it quickly, enveloping my entire cock in her warm pussy all at once.

I nearly came from the tightness of her cunt just upon entry and with new resolve I held back.

This ghost was going to be the death of me!

She began to slide herself up and down on my cock.

I wished I could see her, ghost or not, this was usually one of my favorite positions where I could watch a girl’s ass go up and down as she rode my cock.

She began squeezing my cock on the down thrust and I knew I was going to begin to have trouble holding back from much longer.

I decided to take a gamble…

I knew a couple of girls who were into having their asses played with, in their case it nearly always made them cum instantly if they already had a cock in their pussy. The risk of course was women who were not into it were really not into it and tended to take serious offense.

I slowly slid my hand along her ass. I could feel its tautness as she worked my cock in and out of her cunt.

I slid my finger along her crack, brushing her butthole, which seemed to cause her to shiver and whimper.

I stuck my finger in my mouth to get it wet, and then I slowly began to push it into her ass.

I heard her gasp as I pushed it into her, and then as I worked it in and out of her ass she began to increase her tempo.

I knew I couldn’t hold out for long so I began to wiggle my finger against the walls of her ass.

Suddenly her butthole clamped down on my finger as her cunt squeezed my cock tight. She screamed and slammed herself up and down on my cock as she came.

That was it for me, I groaned as the cum burst from my cock up into her vagina.

I was worn out, and I felt my body go limp as it was urging for some rest, how long had it been?

Would she kill me now? Had I not satisfied her enough? I slowly slipped into unconsciousness not knowing if I would awaken, and not really caring that much.

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Good Morning, My Love

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A soft tickling on my neck woke me up. I knew that feeling. It was Ethan’s butterfly kisses that he gives me every morning. I tilted my head ever so slightly to the side to give him better access. I smiled.

“Good morning,” I murmured.

I felt his smile against the side of my throat, then he went back to kissing my neck. The kisses were more insistent now. He pressed kisses down my neck until he reached my collarbone. Once he reached it, he licked all the way back up to my ear, making my next breath a little shaky.

“Good morning baby girl,” he replied, lightly biting my ear. His raspy morning voice combined with the increasingly passionate kisses made me squirm a little. I couldn’t move far because of his body pressed on top of mine, skin on skin.

One of his hands trailed up my side. It slid up my thigh, over my hips, and up to my tits. He shifted his weight so he wasn’t directly on top of me, letting him play with one of my nipples. I let out a moan. I couldn’t help it.

Ethan looked at me, and his eyes were already a little foggy with lust. He captured my mouth in a kiss, but he quickly moved lower. He kissed his way down past the hickeys he’d given me last night and down my stomach until he was settled between my thighs. I was wet already, and I knew he could tell.

He smiled up at me, then lowered his mouth. He stopped. He was so close to my pussy I could feel his warm breathing. I arched my back and whined at him. I needed his mouth all over my pussy and my clit, I wanted him to make me twitch.

He didn’t. Ethan pressed kisses onto my thighs, alternating between them, getting closer and closer to where I wanted his mouth. Without breaking eye contact he lowered his head and swiftly licked my clit.

I moaned and bucked my hips towards his mouth.

“Please,” I gasped. Instead of giving me what I wanted, he got off the bed and stood up.

“I’d rather make my little slut wait,” he told me. “On your knees.”

I stood up and put my arms over his shoulders so we could make out with our bodies flush against each other. He was very hard already. It didn’t take long for him to push me down onto the carpeted floor in front of him. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I smirked as I decided I wouldn’t be as obedient as he expected me to be.

I gripped the base of his thick cock and moved forward. Before my mouth touched the tip of his cock, I turned my head. I exhaled gently all the way down his length, teasing him with warm air. He put a hand on my shoulder as a warning. I knew he didn’t want me to play games.

I ignored that and did the same to the other side of his cock. fixbet I kissed the head, then looked up at him as I licked precum off my lips. By the look in his eyes, I knew I wasn’t going to get to do this much longer. I licked the underside of his cock from base to tip. Ethan groaned and his cock twitched against my mouth.

That’s when I felt the familiar feeling of him grabbing two handfuls of my hair. I knew what was coming next, so I quickly sucked his cock to make it wet and easier for both of us. He pulled me forward so that his cock was nearly completely in my mouth. Then he started to fuck my face.

I knew I could touch his thigh and he would stop, but I wasn’t planning on it this time. I wanted him to use me. His grip tightened on my hair and his hips pushed his thick cock further down my throat. I was already gagging, but neither of us cared. He moaned when he was fucking my face so deep that my nose hit his body with every thrust.

I managed to look up at him, which made him moan. I know how much he loves eye contact. I also know how much it turns him on to see me drooling all over his cock.

He pulled out, but kept his grip on my hair. I kept my mouth open. He moved his hips slightly so that his cock rubbed all over my lips, tongue, and cheeks.

“Edge of the bed,” was his simple command. My breathing was heavy after being face fucked, but I obliged. I spread my legs for him.

He admired me for a second, then stepped forward and smiled.

“Good girl,” he praised me as he ran a finger over my soaking wet pussy. I gasped and moaned at the contact. He slid it inside me and slowly pumped in out, already making me twitch.

He leaned forward over my naked body.

“You’re so wet for me and all you’ve done is choke on my cock. You’re such a dirty girl. My dirty little girl,” he said in a voice that gave me chills, “I bet you’re dying to be filled up with my cock.”

I could barely think straight. His words had such an incredible ability to turn me on.

He came even closer, and removed his finger from my pussy. It was quickly replaced with the head of his cock, teasing me.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to use you like my toy,” he demanded.

“Ethan please fuck me. I need to be filled up with your cock. Fuck, please fuck me like the little toy I am,” I begged. He seemed satisfied with it.

He pushed his hips forward, but he stopped. Fucker.

“What are you?” he asked me.

“I’m yours! I’m your fucking toy I’m your slut and I just need you to use me!”

He slammed his hips forward and thrust his cock deep inside me. I moaned loudly and absolutely fixbet giriş loved the feeling of being filled up.

“Good girl,” he said. Then he started to fuck me. Nice, long, strokes in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

I was already moaning uncontrollably. He knew exactly what I liked. His hands gripped my legs as he fucked me senseless.

I loved the feeling of his thick cock in my pussy. The feeling is unmatched. It feels so fucking good to be full of his cock and having him pound into me.

My eyes opened for a second so I could look at him. His completely lust-filled smile as he looked down at me made me moan even louder.

I could already feel myself getting close. My hips were moving on their own accord, trying to meet his.

“Harder!” I begged. The bastard stopped. He leaned in close to me and played with my nipples as he spoke.

“Does my dirty girl want to cum?” he asked. I whined and squirmed and tried to get him to move. The feeling of his hands on my tits was sending pleasure straight to my clit. He had me trapped so I could barely even grind on him.

“Yes sir please let me cum,” I begged. I was so desperate to feel him moving inside me again. I hated the denial. He leaned in even closer to me so I could feel his warm breath against my ear.

“Next time you try to tease me, think about who’s actually in control.”

He straightened and slammed his cock into me. He fucked me hard like I needed him to. The second he grabbed under my hips to fuck me even harder, it was over. My orgasm washed over me. I was shaking and twitching and moaning but he fucked me through all of it.

Once I was coherent, he came in close to me and kissed me. He kept moving his hips through the kiss, making me moan into his mouth.

“You like that?” he asked, breaking the kiss. I nodded, and he smiled and let his hands roam over my body. He gently squeezed my thighs as he slid out of my pussy. He replaced it with a finger and I made a small noise. I was already missing the front of being filled.

“Baby you’re dripping wet for me,” he said with a look of awe, not to mention pride. I was about to respond when he pushed his thumb against my clit and rubbed, hard.

My breath caught and my whole body twitched at the shockwaves of pleasure. I cursed as he kept going. I couldn’t think. It was so intense.

He pulled his finger out and stopped touching my clit. I was breathing as hard as he was. He kept eye contact with me as he licked the wetness off his finger.

“Turn over for me baby, please,” he asked. I turned and pressed my chest against our bed.

He didn’t tease me this time, thank fuck. He pushed into me with his thick cock and I moaned as he hit my g-spot. Fuck, it felt so good like this.

He lightly dragged his nails down my back as he slowly fucked me. It gave me goosebumps and intensified the feeling of him inside me. I started to moan and push back into him, but he gripped my hips.

“Just let me fuck you, baby girl. Let me use you,” he breathed. I stopped moving my hips, but damn it was hard.

He kept his hands on my hips and held me even tighter. He pulled me back onto his cock. I moaned into the sheets and grabbed at them with my hands.

His cock got so deep into my pussy with every thrust, hitting my g-spot along the way. I was so tight and it felt incredibly good to have his cock stretching me and completely filling me. He only slowed down to slap my ass and thighs, which only made me moan louder.

His hands left my hips and went to my hair. I felt him grab two handfuls and then he pulled, causing a sharp inhale I knew he would call me out for.

“My horny toy is so beautiful like this. All you can think about is my cock inside you.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I couldn’t respond even though I wanted to, I could only moan. Once again, I was getting close. And from the way he was fucking me, he was too.

He stopped all of a sudden. He flipped me over and pushed me back so my whole body was on the bed with my head on the pillows.

He positioned himself over me and slid his cock into me. I moaned loudly and ran my hands over his body. The angle always felt amazing.

He pumped his cock in and out of me. I loved the closeness. I loved the feeling of his thick cock deep inside my pussy. He only slowed down to kiss my face and neck.

I was close. He could tell. He went faster and told me how badly he wanted me to cum for him, how hot I am, how good I feel. It didn’t take long.

I came wildly, holding onto him to keep my grip on reality. I felt my pussy tighten around him and I moaned at the intense feelings in my clit. Even though I was twitching like crazy, he fucked me through my orgasm again.

It was very well timed. Once I came down from my high, he pulled out. He jerked himself off for a few seconds, then came all over me. He let out a very hot, low moan as he did. My stomach and chest and tits were absolutely painted in his cum. I loved it.

He kissed me, then grabbed the tissues from the side of our bed. We needed to get more already.

Once I’d cleaned myself off, he pulled me in and locked his arms around me. I loved it. I was perfectly content. I started to fall asleep just like that.

“Get dressed,” he mumbled eventually. I turned so I was facing him. He was still hard. I smiled and straddled him.

I lowered myself onto his cock and started to ride him…

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Good Girl Pt. 01

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My new series about a college girl and her older neighbor.

What would you do?

*****

Allanah Macon leans against the door looking at Dan. She aligns her feet, and reaches towards the ground. Her white crop top falls down with gravity. Dan tries to avert his eyes. Before doing so he sees she’s wearing a blue sports bra. Or is it black? Dan isn’t sure.

“Where’s Dad?” She says.

“Bathroom.”

“Hmm.” She pushes herself against the door frame lifting her hands toward the ceiling. “I’ll wait for him.”

She doesn’t move. Her eyes are locked on Dan. He starts feeling a discomfort with her unending eye contact.

“So…” He attempts to fill the silence and avoid her glare. “What’s up?”

“Mom left to go to her book club.”

“Going to the gym?”

“Just got back.”

“Any boys?”

“There are always boys.”

“Do they stare?”

“Yeah—Kind of like you.”

“I’m not—Sorry. If it seems like—”

“I’m kidding. You’re like my Uncle.”

It’s true. Dan and Jeffrey had become fast friends after him and Samantha had moved in. Dan had been a part of their lives ever since. A part of it was the beer nights him and Jeffrey partook in. Birthdays, Super Bowls, other special events. The families had become connected. It was more surprising for Dan because all these years he had been a Bachelor.

An act of kindness that filled him with joy. Every year he thought it would be the end of his adopted family but every year it continued.

Until recently he saw Allanah as nothing more than the neighbor girl. She was becoming something else. In a silent fashion she had grown confident in her body. It had begun to show in the rest of her behavior. There was no one moment when Dan realized this. It was a conglomeration of different moments.

First it was when her breasts seemed to grow. Dan later figured out that they didn’t grow, she had just started wearing pushup bras around him. Dan couldn’t help but imagine himself grabbing onto and sucking them. It’s a thought he tried to keep at bay.

Then it was her butt that came into focus. Or was it that her clothing style had changed? He knew he had seen her butt in the past and averted his eyes and thoughts. Now he would look over and her butt looked more than perfect. It fit just right into her yoga shorts, legging, anything she chose to wear. It was deliberate. Could he be blamed for noticing that she knew how to pick an outfit?

There was no moment but if one could be named, it was this moment. In a sort of silliness Dan imagined himself as the door frame. Her body pushed firmly against him waiting for Jeffrey to arrive.

Her continuous stretching pushed Dan’s imagination further. When she bent over he imagined himself inside her. When she raised her hand he imagined tying her up. It was all almost too much. Or was it not enough? Dan felt a confused yearning in his pants. He knew what he should do & it wasn’t this.

“Hey Daddy.”

Jeffrey hugs his little girl and takes a seat besides Dan. Before he can say anything to Allanah she’s gone.

“Did you have a good conversation?”

“It was—Uh, a conversation for sure.”

“She’s been doing that to me a lot. Walking away before I can say anything. She thinks it’s a good way to avoid me telling her to do stuff. Jokes on her because I will track her down for my laziness. Anyway, she’s looking awful cute, isn’t she?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Shut up man. We both know she’s growing up. Do me a favor and watch after her. She gets up to anything funky, stop her for me, will ya?”

“Sure.”

The night proceeds with several more beers and laughs. The duo in their drunken stupor gets to wrestling. They knock each other around. Knock a beer over and it spills onto the floor.

“Ah, fuck. Let me go get a towel. Did it—Oh fuck—It got on you!”

Dan looks down and sees a dark blotch.

“Go get a shirt from my room man.”

Dan blindly looks for a light switch against the wall. Between the alcohol, the stupidity, and the energy lost from wrestling, he is hardly intelligent enough to find it.

He sees Allanah’s light is on. Dan stumbles over and knocks on the door.

“What?” She calls out.

Without thinking Dan opens the door.

“Do you—I can’t find the light switch—In your dad’s room.”

Allanah stumbles out of bed and manages to find a towel. She wraps herself in it and walks toward Dan. She grabs his shoulder and walks him back to her Dad’s room turning on the light.

Dan blinks in response to the bright lights.

“Where are your dad’s shirts?”

“Jesus…” She sighs and pulls open a drawer.

Dan walks over and picks out a shirt. Removing his own.

“Are you naked?” Dan asks, processing the events of the last few minutes.

“I am. Enjoying the show?”

“I’m not sober enough. I think I missed it.”

“Sad isn’t it?”

“Kind of.”

Dan put the new shirt on and when his head came out from beneath Allanah’s towel is on the floor.

They stare at each other.

Dan stares at Allanah’s thin body. He wants to walk up to her and grab her pert tits. He takes in the shape of her hips. The belly piercing fixbet she got two years ago. He sees she’s shaved her pussy. An urge to grab her strikes him.

Allanah stares at Dan’s face. Enjoying his reaction as his eyes explore her body. Enjoy his clear admiration of her form.

Dan takes a step forward. Allanah doesn’t react.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You’re probably right.”

Dan licks his lips and walks toward the door. Taking a moment to look back at Allanah who hadn’t moved an inch.

Her body called to him. Called to the member in his pants.

While stopped at the door frame he reached down gently rubbing the head of his cock. It was almost enough to get him to turn around but he walked on.

Jeffrey finished cleaning up. He patted Dan on the back.

“That’s enough for one night.”

Dan played the image of Allanah’s body time and time again as he tried to sleep. He envisioned everything that he could have done if he had the time but time was the one thing he didn’t have. If he had spent any more time above with her Jeffrey would have come searching and found something awful.

Dan fucking his baby girl hours after telling him to protect her.

*****

It was obvious to Allanah that she shouldn’t have dropped her towel in front of Dan. She didn’t know what she expected but it wasn’t for him to walk away.

It isn’t that she wanted him to grab her by the throat and ravage her… But she did. She had fantasized about a man taking control. Using her for sex. It isn’t that she wanted to be used, it was that nobody was using her and that made her feel empty. A part of her felt unfilled…

She had enjoyed Dan’s expression. When his face popped out from beneath his shirt it was pure shock. He stared her up and down for an entire five minutes. She stayed still and left everything up to him.

To her mind that was her first mistake. When he started turning away she wanted to reach for his arm… Something. Invite him to her room so that he would spend the night but that wasn’t the fantasy. The fantasy was about Dan taking control.

Allanah saw when Dan reached down towards his pants. She saw him touch his cock and that was because of her. None of them could deny that because it was the truth.

When he walked out of the room she stood there naked. Feeling like an idiot for thinking that it would go anywhere…

Dan left and she went back into her room, throwing the towel aside. She got under her covers and tried sleeping. A part of her couldn’t stop thinking about the way he reached down to touch his cock. That meant something didn’t it?

It meant that he hesitated. He had considered the situation.

Before sleeping she imagined Dan above her. Hand on her tits as he fucked her pussy. Reality was just her hands and fingers but with her eyes closed it almost felt real.

*****

Dan knocked on the door. A part of him hoped nobody would answer. That perhaps Jeffrey and Samantha had suddenly decided to move across the country for reasons beyond their control. That they hadn’t found out about what Allanah had done… What Dan had thought about doing to her. He hoped and prayed but the door opened to Samantha’s smiling face.

Samantha was undoubtedly Allanah’s Mother. You didn’t have to be told that they were kin. Dan couldn’t help but think of Sam as an alternative to Allanah… Even if she was Jeffrey’s wife. It seemed that Allanah’s actions had a corrupting effect on Dan. Or had he always been corrupted?

Had these thoughts always permeated inches beneath the surface? Could it be that all these years he was grateful to be a part of the family because it let him fantasize that it was in fact his family.

It seemed silly. Ridiculous even that a person could go so many years without knowing their actual thoughts. Their own expectations of the world. It was possible, Dan had to admit, that he had embedded himself in this family to make up for the lack of his own.

It wasn’t a lack of prospects. In the last decade Dan had only had three girlfriends. One of which had been by his side for seven years.

She was the hardest to get over.

Lauren Smith was the girl Dan thought he would spend the rest of his life with. A gorgeous redhead with green eyes and hips that Dan would say, “Violated the Geneva Convention.”

It was a tragedy when she told Dan she didn’t want to be with him anymore. The reason she said was just growing apart. That over the years they had grown differently and with different ambitions. A month later she had moved to Seattle and settled in with a black guy Dan had never seen before.

It wasn’t apparent if it was true… Dan didn’t care. In his head, and to this day, he thought that Lauren must have cheated on him. The guilt sat in her stomach until she couldn’t take it anymore. Then she moved in with her lover.

How long had she been planning the move? Leaving an entire state wasn’t a rash decision. She had planned it in advance. Sharing an apartment… Hell… Getting an apartment required time.

Was it on one of her weekends out with the gals?

It didn’t matter. Not now.

Personal tragedy fixbet giriş has a way of sticking with you. Digging beneath your skin to the point that it becomes a tragedy greater than the original. These were the demons that haunted Dan as Sam opened the door. As he leaned into her and they hugged.

Behind her he saw Allanah. Who smiled at him. Dan smiled back as platonically as possible.

“Are you hungry?”

“Is Jeffrey here?”

“He’s picking up some—” Sam lowered her voice. “Tampons for the little lady.”

“I can hear you mom.”

The group was gathered around the kitchen island.

“That’s a shock.”

Allanah rolled her eyes and walked to the living room adjacent.

“I heard you and Jeffrey got pretty crazy your last beer night?”

“A bit. Just a dirty shirt.”

“Oh—Thanks for reminding me—I have your shirt ready.”

Sam walked away to grab his shirt from the laundry room. Dan wanted her to stay to keep Allanah at bay but she was gone before he could speak. It seemed that both Allanah and Sam had a talent of disappearing.

Allanah was already by Dan’s side.

“I’m sorry.”

Dan sighs and begins his portion of the apology. The adult portion where he shows restraint and an unwillingness to let it happen again. “It was unexpected. I was drunk and didn’t know how to react—I liked it—” That’s not right. “But it wasn’t appropriate and we shouldn’t ever do that—”

“—”You liked it?—”

“—Because it isn’t—What?”

“You liked it.”

“I didn’t mean to say that.”

Sam walks in to the moment of silence and hands Dan his shirt.

She looks towards a clock. “Oh fuck. My book club is starting soon. I’ve got to go Dan! Can I leave you here with Allanah?”

“Maybe you should—”

“Course I can. You’ve been here when nobody’s home.”

“True—It’s just—I don’t want to bore Allanah!”

“Does Dan bore you?” Allanah shakes her head.

“I think he’s really fun to spend time with, actually.”

“See, it’s settled.” Sam walks out the front door.

Allanah walks over to the door and locks it for her Mother. Allanah walks back over to Dan and stands inches from his face.

“You liked it?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I heard you.”

“I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You did though.”

Allanah gets closer and puts her hand on Dan’s shoulder. He pulls back.

“I wasn’t thinking—Your dad could come home—Any moment—” Dan began desperately searching for any reason why the conversation should end before it ever began.

“You know Dan, Dad always texts me when he finds the tampons. He never remembers which ones I use.”

“Has he texted you?”

Allanah steps forward and puts her lips a hair away from Dan’s. He’s trying not to move. Fearing that any movement would join their lips together and change everything.

“Nope.”

Dan swallows.

“What were you saying about my naked body?” Allanah asks.

“I didn’t say—”

“How you liked seeing me naked?”

“I did it’s just that—” Dan reached for words and couldn’t find them. “—you’re too young.”

“Maybe.”

“Allanah, what do you want from me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then let’s leave it.”

Allanah’s face, inches from Dan’s, turns from a smile to frown. She turns from Dan and walks up the stairs slamming her bedroom door. Dan lets out a sigh and counts his blessing. He was moments from kissing her. He could feel each second they stood together that his will was weakening and each second he wanted her more.

The night went as usual. Jeffrey arrived from buying tampons and they drank the night away. Though there was no wrestling the men stayed up later than intended.

And whether it was beer or just a general horniness Dan asks Jeffrey, “Is Allanah dating anybody?”

“You know how it is at that age. Us guys are just total shit bags. We hooked up with girls and stopped talking to them for the fuck of it. It was fun—Don’t get me wrong—but it was pretty shitty. She brings a guy or two around and it doesn’t go anywhere. She’s probably getting tired of that. But you know, we’re older now and I know you would never do that to my baby girl.” Jeffrey laughs. “Or I mean—any girl.

Dan smiles to himself. Jeffrey’s right. Dan would never treat Allanah like all those other boys. That’s the key word boys. Young men without experience who treat girls as just a number. Dan knows he isn’t like them. He cares about the women he dates. He cares about Allanah and would treat her better than any of those guys ever could.

“Never. I love her as much as you do.”

“Fucking right! She’ll be lucky to find a guy like you.”

“She’ll find somebody.”

“Can you fucking imagine? You, dating Allanah. Oh man I’d fucking kill you. You’d never do that would you?”

“No.”

Jeffreys phone rings at midnight. A text from Sam begging him to come to bed or he’ll be tired the next day.

“Do you wanna spend the fucking night?”

“Can I?” Dan knows that he shouldn’t be there are a lot of reasons. He shouldn’t be here overnight.

“Sure man. You’re family.”

Jeffrey goes upstairs and gets pajamas for Dan. After putting them on Dan goes to the guest bedroom and tries to fall asleep but it eludes him. He’s feeling guilty about the other night… Allanah.

At some point in the drunken stupor Dan finds himself drunkenly walking over to Allanah’s bedroom. He knocks lightly and there is no answer. He’s convinced that this is somehow a good idea.

Without a response he decides that this can’t wait. He opens the door and says her name. No response. Dan thinks to himself that he shouldn’t be here. He should be in bed jerking off and then sleeping. But he doesn’t really want to. He’s drunk and horny and wants to talk to Allanah.

He paces up to the bed and gently shakes Allanah awake.

“Dad?”

“Dan.”

There is a hesitation. “Why are you in my room?”

“I was thinking about you.”

“You—you were?”

“How it was wrong that I—you know?”

“Saw me naked?”

“You don’t have to say it.”

Allanah sits herself up. “I do. What did you like?”

Dan can feel his cock start to rise. “Everything.

Dan knows what he should do and what he wants to do. They are opposites.

“Allanah… Can I get into bed with you? Just for a bit?”

“Should you?”

“No.”

He gets beneath the blanket and wraps his arms around her.

“Are you comfortable?”

Allanah doesn’t respond. Instead she pushes herself back into Dan. Her butt is pressed up against his pajama pants. Dan hears himself moan. He can feel his hips start to push back against Allanah. A part of his sober mind is waking up and it’s telling him to stop but the drunk mind continues to exist. It tells him that all that matters is that he feels good and in this moment he does.

He can hear Allanah’s shallow breaths. He wants to make them louder. He runs his hands down her body and grabs hold of her waist. He uses it to pull her back into him. The extra force from pulling makes his dick fully hard. He is pushing against her as if he was fucking her. Dan wants to. Though even his drunken minds he knows it’s a bad idea.

Allanah loves the feeling of Dan’s cock pushing against her ass but she wants more. She wants to feel him inside of her. She’s never done that before but some instinctual part of her knows that is what’s supposed to happen next.

She reaches her hand back and grabs Dan’s face. She turns and kisses him. Dan doesn’t kiss back right away. There’s a resistance that gives away as he feels her tongue reach for him. When their tongues meet his thrusting somehow grows more frantic. The desperation of his lust is growing and neither of them can contain it.

Allanah loves the feeling of bliss that spreads through her. The sensation of him behind her. The feeling of their mouths joined together. She wants more but knows she couldn’t. Or is it that she shouldn’t? The coulds and should of the moment become blurred as every rule she’s ever learned is broken.

Dan stops thrusting and grabs Allanah by her throat. He pulls her into another kiss.

“You make me feel so fucking good.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“What about me?”

“I’ve thought about fucking you.”

“Are you going to?”

Dan’s thrusting is a soft force. He holds Allanah by the throat as she awaits his response.

“I can’t.”

“I want you to.”

“Fuck.”

“Please Dan? Fuck my pretty little pussy?”

Dan roughly grabbed her throat.

“Shut up you slut.”

“How will you make me?”

“I can’t.”

Dan pushed himself away from Allanah. She reached her hand out and put it against his cock.

“I know how you can shut me up.”

“No—Allanah—I can’t let you.”

She sat up and lifted the blanket off from Dan.

She got next to his ear and said, “Pretty please?”

“Fuck.”

“I’ll make you feel good if you let me.”

“Only a handjob.”

Allanah hungrily lowered his underwear and pulled out his cock. It was bigger than she thought it would be. Not huge but she couldn’t imagine it fitting inside her much less her mouth. She was glad he wasn’t going to make her do it—This time.

She wrapped her hand around the cock and moved her hand up and down. From the first moments her fingers touched it Dan was moaning. She could just see that his head was leaned back in total pleasure.

“Does that feel good?”

“Feels so fucking good. Please keep pumping.”

Allanah’s hands continued moving at a rhythmic pace. The sounds of his moans served to turn Allanah on and made her feel sexy. They made her feel as if she was satisfying her purpose as a woman. Was it wrong that she was doing it with an older man? She didn’t think so. Especially because it all felt so fucking good.

Dan took a moment and pulled Allanah into a kiss. She kept her hand on his cock and slowly moved her hand up and down. As she pulled away Dan told her how beautiful she was. How she had satisfied him more than she knew.

His moans got deeper and more rapid. As inexperienced as Allanah was she knew that this was what she had been waiting for. The big secret that all virgins find out about. How would his cum look? What would it taste like? Should she swallow it? She had seen it in porn before but she wasn’t sure if that’s what was sexy. She wasn’t sure if anything she did was sexy. All she knew was that Dan kept making the motion of fucking her and she liked it—that.

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One Night Can Change Your Whole World Ch. 01

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Cumming

Greetings all. Sorry it has taken a while for me to post new stories or followups to my two current stories as work and other things have gotten in the way. At the recommendation of my editor, I am posting the first 5 chapters of this story (one a week) while I finish working on other writings.

This was a series I wrote previously to the Domination series and there are some similarities between the two (or at least I can see them) but please enjoy. I have not decided whether to fully abandon this one or to let it continue (it was posed to be a 8-10 chapter series). Please let me know what you think and if I should continue it or not.

As always, all comments and suggestions are encouraged as I do read them all. Though I do most only respond back to those that email me through the site.

A huge thanks to WA001 for assistance editing the series

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With his final midterm finished, Adam was happy that he would finally have the next two weeks off for winter break. He was looking forward to some peace and quiet. His freshman year in college had gone smooth enough but he was happy to not have to deal with homework, studying or the annoying college guys and slutty girls that roamed the college campus. There was only one guy that he ever called a friend and he used the term sparingly.

Johnny, his so-called friend, was a normal college guy. Sleeping with any woman that had a heartbeat he could find and would give him a chance. While he was the textbook version of a male slut, he was also a big book worm like Adam was and liked the same books that Adam did, specifically fantasy style.

Adam had even created his own 5 book series that was more popular than he had thought it would be. It was his way of escaping from the world, instead of drinking or doing drugs like most people would do at his age. He had even used an agency to help him publish his books, which had netted him a nice sized bank account. While his parents would nag him all the time to get a job, his 6 class schedule didn’t give him much time to work on the side, so he just focused on his books, not that he ever asked them for money once the cash flow had started to come in from the first book.

His college tuition was also paid for in advance by a couple small scholarships he had received along with his college fund that was setup by his grandparents. Adam, along with his sister and his cousin, each had college funds that would pay for about 70-90% of their degrees, depending on where they went of course. He was just glad the scholarships had paid for the rest of it along with his books as well.

Once Adam was on his way back to his car, Johnny called out to him, trying to stop him from leaving just yet. They didn’t hang out much outside of school, but they did have 4 classes together and they were somewhat close. Johnny came running over to Adam, waving at him like a crazy person the whole time.

“Hey man, where you off to?” Johnny said.

“Headed home actually,” Adam said as a matter-of-fact not really caring what Johnny had to say at the moment.

“What would you say if I told you there was a party tonight that is going on at a friend’s house? He let me know there will be a ton of girls there and I promise you I will get you laid. What do you say?”

“I don’t really do parties all that much,” Adam said plainly. He didn’t mind the idea of partying, it was more having to deal with the crowds of people and with most of them being drunk and dumb, that just made him want to not go even more. Plus, there was only one woman out there that he ever gave a damn about, but he knew she would never give him the time of day. True, he wasn’t a virgin, but he didn’t really date all that much and had only been with two girls and only had sex three times in his young life. Though he did watch a lot of porn being a hot blooded male.

“Come on man, please tell me you will be there. I will definitely make it worth your while,” Johnny said with a crooked smile. Johnny was tasked with bringing some new guys into the fold to entice more girls to come and he was running out of guys that would trust him.

“Uggh, fine. But don’t expect me to stay if the party is lame as hell,” Adam said as he hung his head in defeat. He liked the criticism that Johnny gave him on his books as well as being able to talk with him about other books. If he lost his friendship, he would have to rely on the 40 year old virgins and others he didn’t have any direct line of contact to. He had expected most of his fans to be more like him, somewhat nerdy and quiet, but Johnny was more like a normal guy and his insight was something that helped Adam for his upcoming books. He did have some female fans as well, but he never expected them to be anything other than the quiet nerdy types. Little did he know that he was wrong.

Adam got in his car and headed home after he said goodbye to his friend. He would have to rethink his schedule over the winter break since he wanted to work on his matadorbet book tonight and get a couple more chapters done. Once he arrived home, his mother was home, but his father was still at work. His parents had a rocky relationship the last couple years and he tried to stay out of it so they could deal with it the best they could, though anyone with eyes could easily see they were not the happy couple they should be.

He greeted his mother as he always did and headed up to his room. He decided to leave his jeans on and just wear a polo shirt to the party. He wondered where his older sister was but then again, she did have a boyfriend and they were getting pretty close from what he had overheard from the stories she would tell their mother. Ashley, his sister, was recently talking about moving in with her boyfriend and that they should take their relationship to the next level. They had been dating since she started college three years ago.

Ashley, also known as Ash to those that truly knew her, was 5’10” with blonde hair that came down just past her shoulders. Her hair was naturally wavy and looked almost golden at times. Her body was more athletically built and her long and silky smooth. Her skin was more on the tanned side due to her days spent tanning by their pool. She had large breasts, as Adam had noticed her bras in the laundry a couple times.

When they were younger, they were almost inseparable. However around when she started high school, she started to ignore him and their closeness was almost none existent by this point. Adam would still try to be close to her as she was his best friend and sister, but she would blow him off on most occasions and after a while, he stopped trying to talk to her. Even family events had been awkward as she would ignore him as much as possible. Her hugs even came more like an ex-girlfriend that didn’t want to hug him or be near him.

Once Adam was finished getting ready, he realized he still had about 2 hours before the party started. He decided to do some work on his book when he heard his sister come into the house. She sounded more chipper than usual when she greeted their mother. He could hear them talking about something before she ran to her room. Ashley’s room was located next to his so he could easily hear when she entered or came out.

He had even heard what he thought was her masturbating occasionally but never had the guts to try and spy on her. From most of what he had read in the erotic stories, most brothers did spy on their sisters from time to time but he never wanted to invade on her privacy. He did catch a glimpse or two of her coming out of the bathroom with a towel around her but he generally wouldn’t get a glimpse. She had big hips, something she got from their mother and her ass was more than perfect he thought.

He heard Ashley rummaging through her room, sounding like she was in a hurry for something. He decided to crack his door open and noticed that when she came out and went to the hall bathroom, she was wearing a black slip dress that only stopped mid thigh. It had lace around the top and had spaghetti straps that held the dress in place. It also fit her body almost perfectly showing off her lovely curves. Adam couldn’t help his mouth watering as he was practically drooling on himself.

Adam shook his head at the sight and decided to relieve himself before he left for the party. About 20 minutes later, he heard his sister talking to his mother again before she left the house. He was still sad that they had lost their friendship and that she wouldn’t even come say hi to him most days, but that is how it was going to be going forward he guessed.

Adam had planned to start looking for places to live so he could get away from his nagging parents and his sister who all but ignored his existence. He was looking forward to having more time to spend on his books. He was just about to finish up the 5th book of the series and start a new series built on a different world but was still trying to figure out the details.

The last hour and half went by quickly and Adam decided it was time he left so he could add some more disappointment to his life. He pushed his dark brown hair back behind his ears and decided to head out. He told his mother he would was leaving and said goodbye to his father as well, who had arrived without him noticing. His mother’s hugs were always a little too tight for his liking but he expected that she was like that with everyone; he figured he could chalk it up to the lack of affection his father was giving her. His father on the other hand, hadn’t hugged him in his life that he could remember. Even when he was younger, his father would get mad at him when he would even think he would even try to hug him, telling him that guys don’t hug.

Adam drove the 35 minutes it took to get to the party and it was at a house in an upper scale neighborhood. The house itself looked like a small mansion with two stories and a huge driveway. Cars packed the street near the house along matadorbet giriş with the driveway forcing Adam to park a good way away having to walk over to the party. While walking, he texted Johnny, who replied before he was at the house that he was near the door and to just come on in.

He entered the home and found a lot more guys than he did girls. He just sighed; he knew this was a bad idea. He quickly found Johnny who was trying his luck on two ladies, but they looked like they weren’t going to give him the time of day. He thought Johnny should probably just give up, but that was never what his friend would do. Though he doubted Johnny would ever try to force a girl into anything, he was never good at taking the hint when he wasn’t wanted by any female.

Adam walked up and grabbed Johnny by the shoulder getting his attention and allowing the ladies to make their hasty retreat. Adam could care less as he greeted Johnny, “So I guess the party is a bust as I thought it would be.”

“Nah man,” Johnny said, “You just got here late as most of the girls found their way upstairs with the guys they decided on.”

“Right,” Adam said as he rolled his eyes, not believing a word he said, seeing as how there were close to 15 guys and only about 4 or 5 girls still roaming around. Unless one guy got lucky and had 6 of them up there, this was going to be a sausage fest like most of the parties he had been to and he would get irritated easily.

Adam found himself a corner and leaned against the wall, running through his emails and doing some research for his new series. He could see people moving about the party from the corner of his eye but ignored them for the most part. Then he heard something, like someone was trying to talk to him. He initially played it off like other people talking amongst themselves, but then felt a tug on his arm.

“I said, thank you for helping me and my friend out earlier,” the brunette woman said. Adam remembered her from earlier as one of the ladies that Johnny was hitting on. While being cute and about as close to a 10 as he has found, he wasn’t the type of guy to pick up a girl at a party that he didn’t know.

“Your welcome, I guess. But I didn’t do it for you, more to ask Johnny why the hell he would tell me about a party like this,” Adam said trying to keep his annoyance from rising.

“You don’t seem to like people do you?” she asked confused by the way he was speaking.

“Not particularly. I’m not what you would call a people person. I prefer my solitude.”

“Well if you ever do feel like breaking out of your shell, my name is Tanya and you are definitely cute enough for me to give you a chance,” Tanya said handing Adam a piece of paper with her name and phone number on it. “If you are ever looking to break out, call me. I’m sure I could show you a good time.”

“Thank you, I will keep that in mind.” Adam wasn’t ever going to call her, but it was nice of her to give him some compliments he thought. He realized he should have repaid them to her but knew that now was too late. He just shrugged and went back to what he was doing.

After about 45 minutes, Adam decided to find a bathroom so he could relieve himself. Since he didn’t drink beer, he was only drinking water and had gone through three bottles since he had gotten there. He headed over to the bathroom and realized he had to wait behind two others that were waiting as well. While he was standing there, Johnny made his way over letting him know there was a bathroom upstairs that he could use that would probably be free.

Adam made his way upstairs and he found the bathroom pretty quickly. After he washed his hands and went to open the door, he heard a commotion in the room next to the bathroom. The woman in the room seemed to be arguing with someone and the guy sounded like he was threatening to leave. As he opened the door, he heard that bedroom door open and heard the guy leave the room.

“Fuck you Ashley! That is way too kinky for me. We are through!” he heard the guy yell as he walked by. From the back, he recognized the guy as being his sister’s boyfriend.

He could barely hear sobs coming from the next room and from what her boyfriend said, it was Ashley, his sister that was in that bedroom crying. Adam debated on just heading back downstairs as he didn’t want to get involved with his sister’s relationship but then again, if he had hurt her, he wanted to be there for her and he would deal with whooping her boyfriend’s ass later on.

He walked over to the door, which was surprisingly still partially opened and peaked his head in. He saw that her head was down as she was crying and she was handcuffed to the bed with a blindfold on and was completely nude, with the exception of some nipple clamps that were on her breasts. He nearly choked when he saw her like that and he saw her head pop up, hearing a noise coming from his direction. Adam froze instantly worried that she saw him.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to call out Adam’s name. It was a mistake. Please untie me and I will give you the best blowjob you have ever had and I will ride you like you have never seen.” Ashley said through her sobs.

Adam’s mouth dropped when he heard that she was calling out his name. Could it be that his sister was having sex with her boyfriend and she called out his name of all people? If it was possible, his cock got harder and strained through his pants much more than he had before. He could feel it hurting against his jeans, just begging to be released. From his point of view, he couldn’t see his sister’s pussy but he could smell her arousal in the air and knew that they must have been in the thralls of sex when it happened. What if she called out his name during her orgasm, wouldn’t that be the sweetest thing in the world?

Adam decided to press his luck as he stepped into the room, closing the door and locking it. He quietly walked around the other side of the bed and Ashley’s head never turned, only responding to sound. She stayed quiet at the moment, waiting for something to happen. Adam noticed a small bag by his feet that had all sorts of sex items in it. He had been into bondage and submission as much as the next person but never really tried it since he never dated a girl much longer than a couple months.

Adam then used his fingers to run up her leg, eliciting moans from Ashley. She let her head rest back against the pillow as she tried to relax, feeling her boyfriend’s fingers running up her body. Adam continued running his fingers up towards her breasts but instead of touching them directly, he ran his hand around her breasts.

“Oh baby, that feels so good,” Ashley said between her moans.

Adam looked down toward the bag and saw a flogger sitting right on top, like it was dropped there. He picked it up and smacked it against his hand. Hearing the noise the flogger made, caused Ashley’s body to shake involuntarily in anticipation. She could also feel her pussy get wetter as she waited for him to take care of her.

Adam didn’t have much experience with this kind of thing, but he had watched enough videos about it and knew enough about the human body to know where he shouldn’t hit. He swung the flogger down onto her lower stomach, trying to make sure some of the leather hit her mound with a loud SMACK.

Ashley shook again as she moaned loudly. “Yes baby, harder. Please punish me as I have been a very bad girl.”

SMACK! SMACK!

The flogger came down again twice, getting closer and closer to being right on top of her mound. She shook each time and moaned louder with each hit from the flogger. ‘Damn, she really is into this isn’t she?’ Adam thought.

SMACK! SMACK!

The flogger came down again, this time coming down hard on her breasts. “Oh fuck. I love you so much baby,” Ashley said as she felt the sting each time it came down turning her on even more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

This time, the flogger hit one breast, then hit her mound directly, then to her other breast. Adam could see her hips starting to move like she was being fucked by an invisible man. “Oh god. If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum baby. Please make me cum. I’ll do anything for you,” Ashley said.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Adam hit her with the flogger again, this time alternating randomly from her breasts to her pussy. “Oh fuck here it comes, FFFUUUCCKKK,” she screamed out as he watched her orgasm. Her body shook, her back arched and he could smell her aroma getting much more potent. While she was in the thralls of her orgasm, Adam put his knee on the bed and bent over, taking her clit in his mouth, sucking on it and raking it over his teeth. This caused her orgasm to wash over her even harder as she fought to get out of the cuffs.

Ashley had never had an orgasm that powerful before. She knew this kinky side of hers had possibly scared her boyfriend off but now he was back and he gave her true bliss, even after she had screamed out her brother’s name during her last orgasm.

While Ashley was going through the aftershocks of her orgasm, with her body twitching every couple of seconds, Adam put small kisses around her puss and followed with a trail of kisses up past her navel to her breasts. Though her breasts still had the nipple clamps on them, he was still able to gently kiss the sides of her breasts along with nibbling here and there.

Once she was able to compose herself after her orgasm, she wondered what he had in store for her next. She still had yet to feel him inside of her yet and her clit throbbed in anticipation while her mouth watered wanting to feel him in one way or another. She sat for a few minutes waiting, getting nervous about what would happen next.

Then she felt it. His fingers were tracing all over her body again. She felt goosebumps running all over, following his fingers. She trembled every few seconds feeling her paradise getting wetter and wetter. She could feel her sweet nectar running down to her dark hole and onto the bed. Without even thinking it, her mouth moved on its own, “Please… please put your cock in my mouth. I need to feel you throbbing inside of me,” she said between pants. She could feel her sex getting stronger by the second.

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One Big Happy.. Ch. 01

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Chapter 1

Mason

Why’s my back so warm? I wondered blearily, as I lifted my head half an inch above my pillow. The small groan that emanated from beside me gave me my answer before I even had time to crack an eyelid. My twin had a nightmare and fled to the safety of my bed. Which would probably make that an arm on me; I guessed the fog reluctantly lifting revealing awareness. Shifting over to my side I gently nudged him in the ribs. “Hey, Matt, you gotta get up before someone comes in,” I said my voice still husky.

Slowly, tufts of black hair, pointing in every direction in an amusing way, emerged from the sheets followed by pale skin and bright green eyes to match my own. “Don’t wanna,” he mumbled like some child before falling forward and using me as a pillow. How the hell is his body temperature so different?! I shuddered as I felt his cold cheek against my bare chest and scrambled to get out of bed to escape, succeeding in landing flat in my back with oomph! And still he sleeps. This is war.

Getting up I threw the blankets off of him and grabbed a foot in the same instant. Dragging him off till he hit the floor I stood over him and wiped my own dark hair out of my face. “Now that you’re awake,” I stated plainly as he rubbed the back of his head, matadorbet “Do you really think it’s a good idea for us to be sleeping in the same bed still? What if one of our new family members was to find out?” I realized my voice was rising in panic. This was the best home we’d been to yet, and I knew neither of us wanted to return to the boys’ home. No matter how many new siblings we had. Judging by the concerned look on his face he could see the panic too. “I just think it’s time for a change,” I finished lamely, walking out quickly to try and grab breakfast before I had to hear his argument. I hate arguing first thing in the morning.

Matt

Everything hurt that morning; my head, my back, my dignity, my crack from my boxers giving me a wedgie and my secret. Yea, my secret probably hurt the worst especially when I had to look up past my twin’s smooth white abs, hard nipples (more than likely from my face), and green eyes filled with panic, and realized he meant it. My biggest love had kicked me out of his bed and now I had to make a Plan B or else I wouldn’t get to touch him at all.

I hadn’t meant to fall for him. Really, I didn’t. However after our parents “accident” I kinda lost it and the nightmares started so he’d let me sleep matadorbet giriş in his bed and somehow that made everything better. While I basically shrunk into myself he became strong enough to fight all the jackasses and problems away. Even when the nightmares had all but stopped I would still crawl next to him and watch him for a while. I can’t help myself, but something about watching someone near identical to me (who is supposed to be my protector) so vulnerable had my nether regions stirring in a quiet lust. So I started to touch just a little; a trace of the jawline, a run of my hand over his chest, a swipe of his hair away from his face.

Then we moved in with the Bradsons who were trying their best to outdo the Brady Bunch with about four more kids. Let me draw the stats for you: four girls, six guys, one psychotically happy married couple, nine bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a shitload of cash. So even though I share a bedroom with him I can’t crawl into bed or, god forbid, try to seduce him without fear of someone walking in and flipping their lid. Sighing, I crawled back into Mason’s bed and dropped into his spot. He wasn’t so strict about sleeping together before we turned eighteen a couple weeks ago.

Closing my eyes I breathed in the spicy scent of his shampoo and felt my cock twitching in response. Pulling the blanket up around me I felt engulfed and couldn’t help my hand slipping down my boxers to slowly stroke my seven inches. The fact that he could come back at any moment, or someone else for that matter, just made me all the harder till my second was rock hard in my hand. Gasping as I came to the brink of my orgasm I sent my other hand to my chest to flick my nipple and give it a small twist. Opening my eyes wide I came into my hand with a groan before hearing the most ominous sound I’d imagined: The click of the door opening.

The quiet pad of bare feet took a couple steps into the room and I closed my eyes and tried to play possum. After what seemed like a lifetime they began to move towards the bed before sitting down on the edge. “Breakfast is ready so you can quit faking any time now,” said a girl’s voice too near my ear. Giving up my failed charade I rolled over and faced the hazel eyes that were watching me with a mixture of amusement and impatience. If I recalled her name was Casey and she was one step ahead of us at nineteen. Flipping dark red hair over her shoulder to revealed a nice rack and a tank top that didn’t quite hide her trim stomach she stood up and walked away with swaying hips. Pausing at the doorframe she looked back with a devilish smile and chirped, “Make sure to wash up before you come down, Matt.”

Shit life here is going to be interesting.

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Goldicocks Ch. 01

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Chapter 1: Oral

“I can’t believe how perfect you fit me. All of me. Every hole.”

It’s great to hear that, I must confess. I’ve been lucky, I suppose, in that I’ve been told this by more than one woman. Why is that important? Because it means that there’s less likely a chance that someone’s just trying to say something they don’t mean.

All my life I’ve heard people talk about how important dick size is. I think I might be one of the few people in the world who doesn’t have a gigantic dick and is quite happy about it. I mean, I actually feel sorry for those guys who have never experienced a deep throat because they’re just too big.

Even at my average size of six inches, I’ve “bottomed out” while being inside a woman. Hitting a woman’s cervix does not look like it’s very comfortable, despite what the pornos seem to indicate. I can’t imagine having to withhold a good hard session because I’d be afraid of hurting someone on every thrust.

But it’s not just about length or even girth; it’s about shape. Trust me, I’ve seen a lot of pornos, and there’s something about my cock that just looks ideal. The head flares at the right proportion and erect I’m rock hard but with silky smooth skin. I confess, I truly love holding it in my own hand. Oral, vaginal, anal: my cock is the perfect shape for any orifice.

My girl, though, it’s as if she lives for it. I confess her obsession about my cock has been the single biggest boost to my own confidence and made me start believing the things girls had told me before. Look, I know women lie in order to make guys feel better about themselves. It’s easy to convince yourself when you don’t have a porn-star’s cock size that they’re just giving platitudes.

Oh, but my girl changed all that. The way she wants me, the way she takes me whenever she likes, I’ve often wondered if she treats my cock like a security blanket. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

She’s one of those women that guys dream about – an absolute lady in public, and a complete vixen just for me. The best part is that I never know when she’s going to just do something. Every time she does, our sex life just gets better.

I still remember how I came to understand all this. I was taking a rare break from work and sitting on the couch trying to decompress in front of the TV. I had put on a DVD and settled into the corner to watch some mindless violence. Lesley came home from going shopping and came into the living room and lay down with her head in my lap.

“Taking a break?” she asked. She knew I was trying to prepare for a client meeting that I wasn’t looking forward to.

“Yeah,” I sighed.

She didn’t say anything, but just lay in my lap watching the screen. I kind of got the impression that she was distracted about something, and that her question was just perfunctory.

I stroked her hair absentmindedly as the movie played, and her arm came up to stroke mine. Her fingers started fixbet tracing down to my bare thigh, just under the hem of my shorts in a sort of no-look caress. I wouldn’t have thought anything of it except she was starting to stroke the sensitive part of the inner thigh. Like a magic button, I could feel myself start to become aroused.

I looked down at her, watched her golden hair filter through my fingers. Her face in profile, the light caught her glossy lipstick as well as her eyes and reflected back at me. She stayed focused on the screen, however, oblivious to me marveling at her. She’s one of those women – you know the kind – the women who has no idea how stunning she is.

Suddenly I felt like I was 19 again. I had no control over my cock growing as her fingers played over my skin. Little by little her fingers were moving the hem of my shorts upwards and out of the way so she could caress my thigh, and I watched with amusement and slight embarrassment as my cock began to grow towards her hand.

At that point, I knew it was all over. Just the sight of my cock growing harder and extending towards her unsuspecting fingers sealed the deal. With an involuntary contraction, my cock leapt at her outstretched fingers.

Completely unfazed, she simply started running her fingers over the head of my cock, lightly tracing her fingertips around the ridge of the head. She made no sound, no acknowledgement of what was going on, and I was stunned at how she seemed to make no difference between running her fingers along my thigh and along the shaft of my hard cock.

In fact, the coolness of her behavior just started to rock my world. I had to fight the urge to move my hips up and down (mostly because she was still lying there). But it started looking as if she really was just playing with my cock rather than trying to turn me on. Still hard, I turned my focus back to the television.

It didn’t last long. Suddenly she turned and ran her lips over my cockhead. Her eyes were closed, and she never looked up at me. Light kisses across the top, then her tongue slipped out between her glossy red lips to slide along the length. It’s hard to describe, but it was almost as if she wasn’t really wasn’t there. She was clearly in her own world, just sucking and licking my cock.

Her movements were so minimal. She wasn’t giving me a blowjob: she was tasting me. She wasn’t going down on me, this was something obviously only for her. There was something about the way she was doing this that made me keep my mouth shut and my body still. My cock, on the other hand, couldn’t stand still and jumped around her mouth with each tight suck.

I watched her in astonishment. Despite the fact that she wasn’t trying to get me off, she was giving me some of the best head I’ve ever had. Her mouth, lips, and tongue explored every part of the flare of my cockhead rim, sucking hard at times.

She never opened her eyes. Whatever fixbet giriş fantasy she had going through her head she kept it to herself, but she was definitely getting into it. She left my cock in her mouth as both hands moved to her jeans. Unbuttoning them, she reached into her panties to dip her fingers inside her pussy.

Now, if you watch pornos, or even women who are putting on a show for men, you’ll see very easily that there are some things you do for show, and not because it feels good. This was not one of those times. The way she was sucking on my cock with both hands deep in her pussy, it was easy to see that this was completely for her.

I don’t remember ever being so turned on. I’ve always felt self-conscious that women didn’t really like oral sex, that they were just doing something because I liked it. For me, though, I need to know that a woman really enjoys it for me to get into it too. Without realizing what she was doing, she was allowing me to let myself go as well and get truly turned on without fear or worry.

I could feel her breath alongside my cock shaft as her breathing started to get staggered. Her face started to wince, a pre-orgasmic grimace of concentration. I would have given anything I had to find out what the hell she had been fantasizing about, thinking about. Whatever it was, it was bringing her to the brink, and her being at the brink brought me there too.

I looked down at what she was doing between her legs, and could only see the outline of her fingers working underneath the cotton fabric. I could hear the soft wet noises from there, though, and watched in erotic fascination as her panties spread soaked wetness outward. I could imagine her fingers sliding over her bare naked pussy, unhindered by even the slightest trace of hair. I couldn’t see it, but I knew it was happening, and it had the same effect.

Just knowing that she had gotten so turned on that she couldn’t even wait to take off her clothes just made this all the more sexy. I didn’t know which made me more excited: the fact that she was masturbating to a fantasy in front of me, or the fact that she was using my cock to satisfy an oral fixation in order to get herself off.

She was desperate to come. I could see it in her face, her eyes pinched shut, the look of fierce determination, her breathing staccato and forced through her nose. She refused to release my cockhead, sucking harder in fact, going deeper down the shaft. Her mouth opened and swooped down a little farther before sliding back. She never went more than halfway down my shaft, but it was as if she was trying to suck her own orgasm out of me.

Now, it usually takes a lot of work for a woman to make me come in her mouth. My mind gets in the way and I can’t just let myself go. With Lesley, though, I didn’t have a choice. Watching her grab at my cock with her mouth as she fucked herself, the sounds of her fingers bringing her off, brought the familiar tingling that started down around my balls and hips, racing around to the front and up through my cock shaft.

My come hit her mouth and she paused momentarily, not surprised as much as allowing the force of my orgasm to register in her own body. It was the calm before the storm, a trigger that sent her far far beyond the edge. She screamed around my shaft, the vibration coursing through my cock and resonating deep to the bones of my pelvis. If her mouth hadn’t been wrapped around my smooth cockhead the neighbors would probably have thought she was being murdered.

She continued to suck me, which was becoming more and more sensitive – too sensitive, in fact. Trying to be careful not to buck my hips, my back convulsed instead. Her mouth created a strong vacuum with each orgasmic muscle cramp between her legs.

I watched her come back down to earth, her body starting to relax. I could see the wetness of her fingers as she withdrew them from her panties, and I felt an absolutely overwhelming urge to suck them dry, to lie down right there and lick her pussy. This was not the time, though. I’d get my chance later, just not now.

This was something different; this was her masturbation session. She had allowed me to watch her, to let me know that she had been turned on by me, knowing that she needed my cock in her mouth at that moment, needed me to come in order for her to finish (though I doubt she even knew that’s what she needed at the time). She could have gone upstairs, could have run into the bathroom, could have even claimed she wanted a shower and run off to take care of herself without me knowing.

Instead, she felt comfortable enough to not only simply start masturbating in front of me but actually simply took the initiative and used me to do it. All of it worked for me. She could do that any time she liked.

And she would – several times afterwards. It became a fantastically common occurrence, one that didn’t happen every time we sat down on the couch, but enough for us to understand exactly the rules. She sometimes just got the urge to have my cock in her mouth, she told me later that it was the perfect size, that she adored the texture, that she would think about her tongue running just under the ridge and up around to the tip and would feel an absolute need to have me in her mouth.

It wasn’t spoken, but it never felt right to touch her; this was her masturbation, her way of getting off. The chance that I came was just a bonus. Sometimes I didn’t, though, I just enjoyed watching her take me in her mouth as she brought herself off. Usually she came far too quickly for me to orgasm, when she would stop and go back to watching TV. The times that I came, though, were always the strongest for her. There was something about feeling my cock swell and come that sent her to much higher places.

That first time, though, after she started watching TV again, she said, “God, I love your cock. It’s not too big, not too small. It’s just right.”

She paused. “You’re my Goldicocks,” she said, chuckling.

I stroked her hair, and went back to watching TV as well.

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On the Loveseat Ch. 14

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Dear Reader, this is not the next chapter of the story. Or to be more specific, it isn’t the storyline that I had originally planned to be for this chapter (or the next few). During the break I took on this story (which wasn’t as long as I had planned, Jeremy and Jenny sucked me back into their lives!), I thought of new things to add to the tale, but as you’ll see in future chapters, I couldn’t add these ideas on later. So, the story takes an unexpected sidetrack; not that it affects future events, it just delays them. As this chapter contains more of what people have come to love and expect from Jeremy and his mom, I hope you’ll enjoy it. There is still much more to come!

Note: There is a synopsis of the story up to that point in Chapter 10 for longtime readers to refresh their memories if needed. New readers I would like if you started reading at the beginning.

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I awoke to a multitude of emotions.

That my mom was still lying next to me elated me.

I was ecstatic to have experienced this weekend, but also depressed that it was over and would probably never have a chance like this for it ever to happen again.

I was in love. And it was even better that I knew that she loved me too!

Dad was coming home this afternoon and after this weekend, I now had some trepidation of how things would continue with mom and I, or with mom and dad.

It was only a few moments that I was able to feel all this as mom’s clock started beeping. I glanced over and realized that it was the time that I normally got up for school. Somehow, during the night, mom had set her clock to make sure I would get up. Even in the middle of our moment, she was still being a mom!

I turned it off. Mom opened her beautiful green eyes and looked at me with such love.

“Morning.” She said, seemingly plainly but her emotions poured from that one word.

“I love you mom.” I responded, letting my words speak for me.

“I love you too honey, but you have to get up for school. We both need showers after … last night.” She lowered her head demurely as she reminded us of the evening that we had shared.

“You go first. I just want to lay here and savor being in your bed before I have to go back to the real world.”

“This is the real world too dear.” Mom said sweetly.

“You know what I mean. You’ll have dad coming home today.”

“Yes, I know. I have to pick him up at the airport this afternoon. I’ll need you here when Johnny and Jojo get home.”

“Actually … I’m thinking of taking the day off.” I declared suddenly. I looked to mom who turned to stare at me. “I want to spend my last moments before dad gets back with my girl.”

Mom smiled at this, but I knew her well enough that I detected the little turn in the edge of her lip.

“You’re going to skip school to be with me?”

“Please mom.” It wasn’t a question, but not a statement either. I saw her face waver.

“We still need showers. And I need to get the others up and out the door. I’ll think about it.” Mom said as she pulled the covers off her naked figure. My eyes were drawn down to gaze upon her beauty. She noticed this and tried to hide her grin.

I knew right then that her saying she was thinking about it already meant that she had accepted my decision. Mom wanted to be with me as much as I wanted her.

I watched my naked mom get up off the bed and head for the bathroom, grabbing her full-length robe on the way. I had my eyes glued to her as she crossed the room. That she could now do that so casually in front of me amazed me. She turned her head, not enough to look me in the eye, but enough that she knew that I was staring. I was sure she was smiling at that.

I had intended to go to school that day. Regardless of the fact that not missing any school had been part of my excuse for not going to golf with dad on his trip. But, as I laid there in my mom’s bed remembering this wonderful weekend, seeing her lying beside me, feeling her warmth against my bare skin, missing one day of school seemed inconsequential compared to extending my time with mom. That she hadn’t outright denied me, or had scolded me about skipping let me know she felt the same.

Having made my decision, I lay there with the remnants of mom’s warmth on the sheets, hearing the water running in the shower, and feeling tempted to join her, but then rejecting that. If we started in there, we’d be back here, and my siblings would get up and be late themselves. Mom or I would have to take them to school after missing the bus, and we would miss more time together than if I just let mom shower alone. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing. That thought alone almost made me get up and check.

Mom soon returned, looking just as sexy with her wet hair. She ran a towel through it and tied it up before taking a pair of lacy panties from a drawer and pulled them on. I gave her a disappointed look as she did so, but she ignored me and pulled her nightie over her head, replaced her robe around tuzla eve gelen escort her shoulders, and tied it shut.

“You can’t hide that beauty from me.” I complained. Mom just gave me a frowning smirk and a shake of her head.

“Keep my bed warm while I go deal with your brother and sister. Don’t come out of here until they are gone.” She admonished me.

“I’m not going anywhere my lovely mother.” I said in a lilting voice.

She rolled her eyes at me, but I saw the touch of a smile on her lips as she left the room, making sure to close the door behind her.

I lay there and then suddenly wondered if my own alarm had gone off. That would have sparked at least Jojo’s curiosity. But no, I hadn’t set it last night with never having been to my room. I listened to my siblings getting ready and then being sent off to school, the soothing everyday sounds lulling me gently back to sleep.

I hadn’t intended to fall asleep; I wanted to spend every minute I could with mom. I could sleep when I was dead. Nevertheless, I was awoken sometime later when mom brought in a tray and set it on the bed before me. I looked at her with surprise, delight, and as always love.

“Breakfast in bed? How’d I get to deserve this?” I asked as I surveyed the full tray.

“For taking such good care of your mother last night, or actually, all this weekend. It was all so wonderful!” She said so cheerfully.

The tray was filled with a plate heaped with scrambled eggs and hash browns, three smaller plates, one with a stack of sausage links and bacon strips, another with six slices of toast with strawberry jam, and the third had a couple blueberry muffins with orange slices stacked around them. For beverages, there was a large glass of orange juice, a smaller one of milk, and to my confusion, a cup of coffee. I looked at mom as she beamed at me.

“This is way too much, even for me!” I declared. “And I don’t drink coffee!”

“It’s not all for you! I thought we could both have breakfast in bed, that is unless you don’t want to eat with me?” She asked diffidently.

“I’d rather eat you!” I said boldly. “But I can do that later; I’ll eat with you now.”

Mom climbed back into bed, sitting beside me while I had the tray over my legs. She grabbed one of the muffins and took a bite. I had been staring at her (go figure, huh?) and she returned my look with a questioning stare.

“What?” She asked demandingly.

“You are incredible, you know that right?”

“So I’ve been told, once or twice.” She smiled back at me.

“I want to shout it from the rooftop. My mom is the best mom in the world!” The table shook with my exuberance.

“Best mom? Is that it?” She asked as she took another bite of the muffin.

“I can’t really go shouting the best lover from the roof, can I?”

“No, I guess not. Not without me right there with you, shouting just as loud.” Mom answered.

“We shouldn’t go getting too mushy or we won’t get to finish breakfast! I almost feel like I might be able to eat all this!”

“Save some for me, I need my strength too to keep up with you!”

I took a forkful of eggs and fed it carefully to her. She was surprised to see the fork coming towards her and leaned in to take it in her mouth.

“Keeps me satisfied and feeds me too!” Mom said after she swallowed.

She took a piece of bacon and fed it to me. I bit hungrily at it. She laughed at my display.

We spent the next little while eating mom’s prepared feast, feeding ourselves but also each other. I assumed mom had picked the muffins and orange slices for herself, but in the end we each had partook of all the choices, mom had even sipped my juice. I hadn’t touched her coffee though.

The time we spent there, together, just eating and enjoying each other’s presence, not thinking of the rest of the world or any of the worries that it might have for us, was the most sublime feeling I had ever felt. Not even the great sex or the lovemaking we had shared matched it. The glow on mom’s face, the twinkle in her eyes, the smile on her lips that wouldn’t fade, the way she looked at me that matched the feelings I had inside me for her.

We barely finished the wonderful breakfast as our wont for the other grew. I set the tray with the nearly empty dishes on the floor and turned to take mom in my arms. She pressed against me with as much need as I grabbed her. Our lips were joined and the world disappeared completely for the next long while. When we were finished, panting as we lay next to each other, our heads on her pillows, I looked at mom.

“I guess you’re letting me stay home.”

“I guess I am.” She stared at my face for a long moment. “I should make it official and call the school and tell them you’re not feeling well.”

“I’m not feeling well.” I stated. Mom continued to stare at me, but her look became quizzical. “I’m not well. I’m way beyond well, deep into fantastic, possibly even euphoric!” I teased.

“Jeremy!” She tuzla otele gelen escort turned her head away with an almost snort.

“You should call the school and talk to the principal, Mr. Dawkins while you are riding me, mom!” I told her.

“I’m not going to talk to the principal while I’m riding your dick.” Mom answered rudely.

“You’re not going to talk to Mr. Dawkins or you’re not going to ride my dick?” It was a reasonable question, questioning minds wanted to know!

“Stop it. You get a little nookie and you start to get full of yourself.” Mom chided me.

“A little nookie? That was a whole lot of nookie, miss. And it seemed to me that it was you that was full of myself!”

A bit far, granted, but mom still laughed.

“Are you going to get out of bed at all today?” She asked.

“I don’t want to. Do you?”

“I’ve been up. Remember? Got the kids off to school, did some housework while you slept, made breakfast.”

“Oh yeah. I suppose I could get up. If someone gave me incentive that is.” I said suggestively.

“Get up. Go finally take your shower.” Mom ordered. “I’ll call the school and tell them you’re at home and not terrorizing the streets like a hoodlum.”

I chuckled at that.

Mom got out of bed and put her panties back on. She then went to her closet and picked out some clothes while I rose and went to the bathroom. It was partly out of necessity that I had obeyed mom, I had really needed to go by then!

I took a shower, a cold one, and dressed myself in a t-shirt and shorts. I didn’t figure that I would stay in them for very long, it was barely eleven a.m.! Mom and I had at least three more hours before she had to go to the airport and our weekend would at last be officially over. I grew sullen at the thought. Something like this would never happen again. But then, sleeping with mom was something that should never have happened at all, and see how that was going!

Mom had gone downstairs while I had been occupied. I hurried down the stairs, nearly tripping as I went. I realized that killing myself in a hurry to be with mom would result in no more nookie!

“Be careful honey! I don’t want to have to tell your father I had to take you to the hospital because you were skipping school to stay home with me!” Mom teased me when I reached the bottom of the stairs. She was sitting on the couch and she looked up at me with that loving twinkle in her eyes that seemed to be reserved only for me lately. She had put on a loose cotton print dress and a pair of sandals. Clearly not the clothes she intended to pick dad up wearing. Meaning she too didn’t intend to stay dressed for long either!

“I was in a hurry because I missed you!” I said, sounding corny. But I meant it.

“That’s sweet honey, but you have to be careful. I don’t want to have to clean up any blood.” Mom jested.

“I have other bodily fluids that you could clean up.” I replied. I sat in the chair opposite her. Not dad’s chair.

“I’m surprised you have anything left in you.”

“You did feed me a big breakfast. Now I need to work it off!”

“And how did you figure on working it off?” She queried with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure something will come up!”

“Are you trying to get a rise out of me?” Mom quipped back easily.

“Hey! I’m the one that makes the cracks.” I said petulantly. “But that was a good one.”

“Thank you. No ideas? We only have a couple hours left.”

“I know.” I stared at my mom in her loose dress, one leg tucked up under the other giving me a brief view of her inner thigh.

“See something you like?” She asked coyly. She looked at me as if she had caught me doing something wrong.

“You know I do!” I said matter-of-factly. “Open your legs mom. Let me see it all.”

“That’s an awfully bold thing to say to your mother, young man!” Mom had a frown on her lips, but I knew her too well; she was fighting back a sexy smile.

“But not to my hot and sexy lover!” I corrected her.

“Oh, really now. Lover?”

Mom may have been able to hold back the grin, but she did slowly slide her foot out from beneath her. She lifted her other foot and set it on the edge of the couch, letting her cotton dress fall to her waist. My beautiful mother was now sitting there with both feet on the couch with her knees wide and exposed to me. A tiny pair of blue panties was spread over the visible shape of her pussy lips.

“See anything you like now?” Mom asked with a sexy growl.

“Oh, God yes! I could eat it all up!” I said enthusiastically.

Mom couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“You’re not full yet?”

“There’s always room for Jello. Or pussy!”

“Jeremy!” Mom gasped with no surprise in her voice. I did notice that one of her hands had drifted down to rest on her thigh, just inches above her panties.

“Pull you panties aside. Let me see how wet my slutty mom is!” I told her. Mom’s eyes bore back at me intently, tuzla sınırsız escort but I saw her hand move to her panties, momentarily covering them with her palm. Her eyes never left mine as she slowly drew the blue fabric to one side. Moisture clung to her splayed petals. I licked my lips unconsciously.

“I want to watch you play with yourself again mom! You’re so beautiful and sexy when you do that!” My eyes darted from hers to her womanhood.

“You seem to like that, don’t you?” She asked, pulling her panties further aside. “But I have a request too. I want to watch you stroke your dick.”

“What? Jerk off with you? I don’t know.” That was very private!

Okay, I know it was a double standard, as I had requested this of mom and Aunt Jessica already, and now again with mom. I didn’t need to play with myself much anymore now that I had mom and Aunt Jess willing to do that if I wanted. Or, anything else really! But, to sit there and stroke my cock while my mother watched? That seemed the very definition of dick softening!

Well, with most moms I suppose it would be!

“You expect me to do it for you.” Mom said with some disdain. Her knees were still upright and everything still very visible.

“I know, and I know that it’s not fair to not do the same for you. I just never have … you know, done that in front of anyone.”

“Either had I until that day. But I wanted to do it for you, because I love you and that you wanted to see me do that. I hope that you would feel the same.”

“If there is anyone that I would do that for, it is you mom.” I looked at her. I don’t know how I hadn’t seen her beauty before that fateful night, it was nearly overpowering now as I stared at her. I’m sure a lot of it was colored by everything that we had done recently. Moreover, that she was my mother.

“Are you saying you won’t?” She had a look of disappointment in her eyes that cut to my soul.

“No, I’m not saying that. I will. I …”

Actions speak louder than words.

I stood and undid my shorts and let them drop to the floor. I tugged my boxers down with them. My dick had sensed more action and the sight of mom’s exposed crotch had it growing as I undressed.

“Ooo!” Mom cooed at sight of my loins.

I sat down again, leaving my shirt on for warmth, though I expected the room would soon be an inferno.

Mom had whisked her panties off; they were now carelessly lying in the middle of the living room floor.

I looked mom in the eyes. Hers darted back up to mine. She had been staring at my cock. It twitched at that.

“What do I do?” I asked. As if I hadn’t done this a thousand times. A hundred thousand, at least.

“Do what you usually do.” Mom said flatly. She lifted her dress over her head, leaving it bunched behind her.

“Before you and Aunt Jess, I’d be laying in my bed in the dark trying to not make any noise.” I said.

“No porn?” Mom had never let on that she knew or suspected that I watched any porn. I guess in this age of internet, that it would seem obvious that any guy with a smartphone had seen some illicit videos. “Or just imagining your aunt naked?”

“Either, I guess.” I admitted. My dick was nearly at full size. Mom ran a finger over her pink lips. No, the other ones.

“Let me see you grab it. Wave it at me.” Mom said with a curl to her lips.

I grabbed the base of my hardened dick and shook it towards her.

“Is that what you want mom?”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, then back down to my prominent member. She nodded slightly. Her delicate tongue slid along her bottom lip. She now had two fingers running over her very wet pussy. Her own show helped to encourage me. I let my encircling thumb and forefinger rise up along my shaft to under my domed head. Then I slowly slid my hand back down towards my pubic hair, giving the base a squeeze causing the shaft and head to bulge out.

“Oh!” Mom gasped at this.

I then stroked up and down a couple times as I stared at mom’s fingers roving over her dampness. We were both clearly getting very worked up.

“Mom. Let’s see who can last longer!” I said suddenly, breathily.

“What? You want to make this a contest?” She shook her head to clear her wits as I had caught her off guard with my comment.

“Not a real contest. The loser won’t have to do anything or such. Just to make it more interesting. Just to tease each other.”

“Oh. That could be … nice.” She sighed. I saw that she had sunk down further into the couch, her head rested comfortably against the back of it.

As we resumed our mutual individual pleasures, my hand slowly caressing up and down, mom’s fingers teasing over her opening, I saw her almost as if for the first time, not as the mother that I had barely acknowledged while I was growing up, nor as the woman that I had been having sex with, but as the woman that I had fallen in love with. The perfection that was Jenny, my mother and my lover, and yet so much more also.

Her deep brown hair with just enough curl in it not to be boringly straight, that made me want to run my fingers through it as it hung down over her shoulders.

Her emerald green eyes that sparkled and twinkled with intelligence and a renewed joy as they looked back at me; two pools that I would dive into and swim there forever.

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