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Our Family Sex Club Pt. 04

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Chapter 4 – Daddy Again

Mom gave me a dirty look when I came inside. It was the special kind of dirty look she reserves for when she is going to give me a lecture. I wondered for a second if she knew about Grandpa and his buddies having sex with me at the park and I had broken one of their dumb incest rules, but of course there was no way she would know yet about that. It was about my Daisy Mae costume and it was about wearing it around Daddy who had just got home from his business trip, only she tried to dignify her objection.

“What is the matter with you picking a comic strip character for your history class?”

That was her opening. I won’t bother you with her middle because it was totally predictable, and I didn’t make a very good argument for my side of the question except for pointing out the clothes weren’t for a class but a costume dance. She ended by saying,

“I don’t need to be reminded of your bad judgment. So please do not wear that outfit around the house.”

“Don’t you mean, don’t wear it around Daddy?” I was mad at her.

Her eyes blazed. “Do not take that attitude with me. Who do you think you are? And yes, your father doesn’t need to be reminded he has a slut for a daughter.”

Not needing to be reminded, it seemed, was a new favorite phrase. She retracted it. The blaze went away and her eyes got misty, and she hugged me.

“I’m sorry. That’s not fair. You’re not that at all. You’re a sweet, carefree girl, Elle, and you have a good heart.”

“Plus a hot you know what,” I grinned. The hug was pressing her boobs against mine and we were both conscious of it.

“Well, you can’t help what the Lord gave you. But do be careful, please.” She was looking at our touching tits. Hers are bigger than mine, and beautiful if you like big tits. Her top was a woman’s version of a man’s short sleeve shirt, with a collar and buttons down the front and the top three buttons were open. She twisted a little, making her tits rub against mine.

“Be careful about not wearing my outfit?” I twisted a little, making my tits rub against hers.

“Yes. Not in the house.” She hooked a finger into my scooped blouse and pulled. You could see the tops of my tits.

“Okay, I promise,” I said. I pushed my hand across one of her tits to the fourth button on her shirt. I opened it.

“Mmmmm, you shouldn’t do that,” she said the way you tell someone to keep doing it.

“We slut daughters can’t help ourselves,” I said, softly.

“I know. I used to be one,” she smiled, and kissed me.

We did more things than kissing and pretty soon my panties were off, which is a habit of theirs, and that’s when the fun ended. I hadn’t cleaned up very good in the woods and she noticed.

“Your grandfather!?,” she said, crossly.

I didn’t say anything.

“That was his bowling team in the car.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Oh, good God,” she groaned, and got off the couch where I was sort of spread out with the guilty evidence on display.

Well, after that she was worse than ever. She hardly tuzla escort talked to me. Whenever Daddy and I were both around she watched me like a hawk. And she watched him. I’m pretty sure she had talked to him about me because Daddy kept his distance. She never mentioned my cousin usurping her mother’s place in the marriage bed but you knew that was what was driving her; nothing like that was going to happen to her! I got pretty sick of the whole thing. Then one morning I woke up knowing I had had enough of her crabby jealousy. I think it was three mornings later. I heard them downstairs, in the kitchen. Daddy was leaving on another business trip that day, a week away from home. I wondered if he would like a going away present. I didn’t have a lot of time since my bike was out of commission and I had a school bus to catch.

We have a huge kitchen. It takes up a whole side of the house from front to back and has a stone fireplace at the middle of the inside wall. The windows are very large, like all the downstairs windows, and for privacy there are curtains. You’ll see later on why I’m telling you this.

Since I was still under orders not to wear my Daisy Mae costume around Daddy, and I didn’t want to be a disobedient child, I went through my closet and came up with a tan skirt that had a little more cloth than a handkerchief and a top to match in the sense that the top did for my tits something similar to what the skirt did for my legs. It fit like a glove, you could say. I brushed my hair and put on lipstick. I wasn’t Daisy Mae but I was at least as bad. I would need a bit more modest outfit for school so I picked out a regular short-short skirt and top, got my sandals, and went downstairs, dropping the clothes on the living room sofa.

“Good morning!,” I piped, sashaying into the kitchen.

Daddy was in his striped cotton bathrobe at the table, with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. He reads the New York Times. Mom was at the counter. They looked at me with serious expressions on their faces. Mom’s was very serious. Speaking of being reminded, it was me this time suddenly reminded of the fantasy I had during my “wedding” about Daddy fucking me at breakfast and Mom there jealously watching, and now the fantasy might be coming true.

“You’re going to school like that?,” she barked.

“I don’t know,” I sighed and I stretched like I was yawning from just getting out of bed. I had checked in the mirror the neat effect this had on my tits. “I was thinking about it. Why, don’t you like it?”

“It’s completely inappropriate!”

I wiggled over to the table. “Do you think it’s inappropriate, Daddy?”

Daddy looked up at me. He didn’t have to look up much to see my tits saying hello to him from behind the jersey and that’s where he looked. A glint came into his eyes. The glint told me that maybe he had had enough of Mom’s bitchiness, too.

“What was that, sweetheart?,” he smiled.

“I said do you think my outfit is in appropriate. You know, the way it shows people my boobs and my bottom, and you can almost see my panties. tuzla escort bayan I was wondering about that, actually. Do you want to see them, Daddy?”

“See your panties?”

Mom was fuming. I’m not sure why but she wasn’t butting in so far. I think maybe she was afraid Daddy would tell her to butt out and she was trying to come up with a way to deal with the situation.

“Yes, see my panties.”

“What color are they?”

“Hmmm. Let me check.”

I pulled up the tiny skirt. “They’re purple, Daddy. At least the bottom part where my cunt is is purple. Should I check the top part?”

“Let’s check the back part, where your other fuckhole is?”

“Oh, okay. That’s an important part of a person, isn’t it, Daddy?” I turned around and bent over, showing Daddy my bottom in the purple panties.

“It’s an important part of you, sweetie, that’s for sure. Yup, purple there as well.”

“She’s going to her miss bus, Arnold!,” Mom shouted. “It will be here any second for God’s sake!”

“Be quiet, Sally,” Dad said.

“Hmmm, these panties are itchy. Would you mind if I take them off, Daddy?”

“On one condition,” he said.

“What?”

He opened his bathrobe. His pajamas were cotton, like the robe, light for summer sleeping, and his fly was a pup tent that had a pole that was too big for it. He slid his hand inside and brought out his cock.

“That after you take off your itchy, purple panties, you sit right here.”

“Is that so you can fuck me, Daddy?”

“It is.”

“Hmmmm, is Mom going to stay?”

“Sally, if you want to stay here, do the dishes,” Daddy told her. I would have laughed if I wasn’t so excited.

Mom was red as a beet. She whirled around and slammed a cabinet door that had been open. I took off my panties.

“Should I take my top off, in case you want to see my tits while you fuck me, Daddy?”

“Good idea. Take it off.”

I pulled off the jersey and it joined my skirt and panties on the tile floor. I could tell that Daddy wanted to look at me a little so I backed up a step to give him a good view and I posed there, turning this way and that way, showing him all of me, but mainly the front of me. And then I went and climbed up on him and put my legs around his legs and braced my hands on his shoulders and let myself down on his cock until it went inside me. It went in the whole way. His scraggley hairs were doing the itching job I had kidded about my panties doing but that wasn’t the only feeling I was having. There was a better one.

Daddy put his hands at my waist. He lifted me and let me down, lifted me and let me down.

Over and over he did that. When I opened my eyes it was like the kitchen moving except it was me moving and there was Mom, at the sink, watching. I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to see her but I was getting an extra pleasure out of her seeing me. Daddy gave me my big pleasure. I came quickly, which is par for my course. Daddy took longer. He was taking longer on purpose, fucking me slowly, and stopping me both times that I tried escort tuzla to help by moving myself up and down at a faster pace. Daddy wasn’t worried about me missing my bus.

Mmmm, neither was I worried about it. I closed my eyes and let him ride me up and down the riding pole, hoping I might have another orgasm before he had his and was done with me.

But then he did cum. My personal volcano.

I lay against him with my head over his shoulder when he finished in me. Mom was watching again with those jealous eyes, watching her daughter getting her breath back, seeing her daughter’s face flushed from the fucking her husband had given her, hearing her daughter’s happy panting from having been fucked good and hard. A horn beeped. The bus was at the driveway.

“Oh gosh!” I jumped off Daddy, put my panties back on and ran to the living room. I got dressed as fast as I could in the skirt and top and sandals I had left there and hurried back into the kitchen on my way to the door. I knew the bus would wait for me at least a couple of minutes. It honked again. Mr. Buckely, the senior citizen driver, thought I was cute and sometimes I joked with him. Probably Mr. Buckely wanted to fuck me, I thought, feeling grateful to him. He could have not waited for me at all. I gave Daddy a quick kiss on the cheek and told him to have a good trip and then I felt something. There was cum dripping down both of my thighs.

“Good grief,” I said. I grabbed a piece of Scott toweling and ran out off the house, wiping my legs as I ran.

I was the third kid on the bus route. The two kids already on the bus were a couple of boys and they were at the back of the bus. Mr. Buckley shut the door and told me to sit down in the seat behind him. His tone of voice worried me.

“Look out the window at your house,” he said.

I looked. “Why?”

“You see your kitchen window?”

Now I was really worried. “Yes.”

“You can’t see it but the view through your window is about where the kitchen table is. You’ll notice the curtain isn’t closed all the way. When I stopped the bus I wondered if you were taking your bicycle again. I was going to honk for you but then I saw your head in the window. I thought you were doing exercises. Your head was going up and down.”

“It was?”

“You know it was. I didn’t honk. Not then. I got out of the bus and walked up to the window. What do you think I saw?”

It was one of those questions you don’t have to answer.

“Do you have enough toweling there, Elleann?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you, Mr. Buckely.”

“You know, an old gent like me still has strong desires, Elleann.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re a girl who makes those strong desires swim in a fellow’s head.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“Mr. Buckely are you saying you want to fuck me and that if I let you, you will forget about what you saw in the window.”

“And not report it to the authorities. That’s right, Elleann.”

“Hmmmm. Well, that sounds fair to me, Mr. Buckely. When?”

“This minute, dear, but we’ll have to wait til it’s practical. I’m a-thinking. You take the bus again tomorrow and I’ll let you know then.”

“Sure enough, Mr. Buckley. Thanks.” I gave him a smile and settled back in the seat for the ride to school.

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On Her Knees Ch. 06

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***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental.

It had been six months since Phil had gone to a strip club. Understandably, it was closed down because of the pandemic like so many other businesses. It wasn’t like he went there a lot in the first place, he made sure he didn’t become one of those guys who always found themselves going to strip clubs. But the pandemic made it harder for him to have some real female contact. Unless you were already in a relationship during that time, it was hard to meet up with women who wanted to take the risk of meeting up in person. So, when it was finally time to reopen the clubs, he was excited to finally see some naked women and even get a lap dance.

He didn’t actually go right away when it first opened, he thought he should wait a while. He had heard form another friend of his living in another city that when the club near him opened back up, it took a while for some of the hotter dancers to come back, so he waited a few extra weeks until he was sure about it. Also, he thought he should wait to see if there were any reports of people getting sick after it opened up. Fortunately, it seemed they took the COVID-19 precautions very seriously there, and he decided to finally go.

He took a few hundred dollars from his banks atm earlier that day, because he remembered how big the atm fees were at the strip club. He dressed casually, but in a new shirt he got and made his way to the club. He had asked a few of his friends if they wanted to go, but they declined. He didn’t like the idea of going alone; he had done it before but it’s not as fun as going with friends.

He decided to go around 6pm, before it got too busy to avoid a big crowd; he still felt he should be careful because of the pandemic. At the front door, the bouncer pointed one of those infrared thermometers at him and told him the basic rules they now have because of the state laws now require them. There were no more sitting at the counter by the stage, instead they set up a series of small tables a little bit further away from the stage and from each other. When sitting he could take off his mask, but when he stood up to move around, he had to put it back on. There was also now a two-drink minimum that he had to pay for no matter what. He didn’t mind, he was going to drink only two beers and that was it.

He found a good table to sit down at, one that had a perfect view of the stage. He ordered a drink, got some twenties converted into ones and sat back to watch the show. There were two women dancing, one on each side of the large stage; both blondes with big breasts, but one had more tattoos. They were the first naked women he saw in months that weren’t on his computer, and was great. He saw a few dancers walking around to the customers, chatting them up and trying to get them to buy a lap dance from them. There were a few dancers he recognized from several months ago from before the pandemic, and there were now a few new ones he enjoyed seeing.

A few dancers had come around to him and he tipped them. They asked him if he wanted a private dance but he declined. He thought it was best not to go for the private dances right away, he wanted to enjoy watching the girls dance on stage first before getting a private dance form any of them.

“Hello,” said a woman’s voice coming from the side as she gently touched his shoulder.

“Hello,” replied to her.

He turned to look at her and saw a beautiful, big breasted blonde woman wearing a see-through bra and sequined panties. She was also wearing a mask on her face, a requirement for all the dancers who weren’t on stage. When they sat down to speak with the customers or take them to get a lap dance, they could take it off, but other than that they had to keep it on. Phil believed that masks worked to help spread covid-19, but thought the rules about them in the club were kind of ridiculous

“I’m Sapphire,” she told him. “Are you having fun tonight?”

“Yes, I am,” he replied.

She did a little dance for him and he tipped her one dollar in her top and then another one in her escort bayan panties. She then got close to him, put her arm around his shoulder and got her breasts close to Phil’s face. Phil in turn, put his arm around her and placed his hand gently on her ass.

“Do you want a dance?” she asked him.

“Yes, I would,” he told her. He turned down enough dancers already, he felt it was now time to get a private dance that he so long waited for.

He got up from his table and put his mask back on, and she guided him towards the back area to the door that led to the private rooms. There was a bouncer standing at a desk by the door, he took his money for two private dances. Before the went in, there was a sanitizer lotion dispenser where Sapphire said they had to use for their hands. After that, she led him inside and to an area where they had more privacy. The private dance area was sectioned off by a series of partitions for privacy, but luckily for him, since he decided to visit the place early in the evening and not at night, there was nobody else there so it gave extra privacy.

Phil sat down and got ready for sapphire. She took off her top and released her large breasts for him to see and they were magnificent. She sat down on his lap and began to move around his body; Phil began touching her ass, before moving his hands up her body and to her breasts and gave them a good squeeze. It was such a relief to finally put his hands on some tits.

“Oh, I forgot, we can take our masks off here,” she told him.

“Oh, good,” he said. Another crazy mask rule, but he was ok with it.

They took off their masks and revealed their faces to one another. Finally seeing Sapphire’s face gave him a tremendous shock as he recognized her instantly.

“Carrie,” he blurted out.

“How did you know—” she stopped and got a good look Phil and finally recognized him. “Oh, shit.”

During the pandemic, Phil decided to grow a beard, just something fun to do during this time. He decided to keep it when people started commenting on how good he looked with a beard. In some cases, some people he knew didn’t recognize him at first until they got a good look at him, like what just happened with Carrie, aka Sapphire. It had been a long time since Carrie has seen Phil, so it took a while for her to recognize him with the beard, but she was now looking at the face of one of her cousins.

“Oh shit, I just gave a lap dance to my cousin,” she said sadly.

“I just felt up my cousin,” said Phil. He was shocked to find that the first tits he got his hands on, were that of his cousin Carrie.

They both agreed to stay where they were and talk things out. Apparently, Carrie had been dancing for a few years now in secret, but at other clubs. The one she used to work at still haven’t opened back up yet so she decided to come to this one, not knowing that it was the one that Phil sometimes goes to.

When their time in the private room was over, they got up and left the area. Phil tried to say something to Carrie, but she walked away to fast for him to get a chance speak. She moved on to the next customer she could see and began chatting him up, not even looking at him.

Phil honestly couldn’t blame her; it was an embarrassing situation for the both of them. Sure, he has thought about her naked in the past, even fantasized about her when jerking off just like he did with his other attractive cousins, he was every guy has done that at some point. But he never thought he would actually be in a position to see one of his attractive cousins naked, let alone feel them up. He decided that it would be best for him to just leave, rather than make her uncomfortable by staying. He thought he would still go back to the club again; they have the dancers schedule up on the website so he could just see it to know when Carrie was working and avoid her.

The next day, he was just hanging around his apartment. He decided to check out the club’s website and saw that Carrie was not scheduled to be there that day, so it was safe to try again. He was thinking about calling Carrie to talk things out, but decided it was too tuzla genç escort soon to do that. He figured he’d wait at least a few days before makes a call. But it turned out he didn’t have to wait long to hear from her as he got an unexpected knock on the door.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“It’s Carrie,” was the reply.

There was a long pause, Phil had no idea what to do. He was thinking about what he might have to say to her if he had to talk to her again, but thought he had more time to come up with something.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?” she asked.

He opened the door and they both said their usual greetings, but very nervously which was obvious to both of them. He led her in and took her to the kitchen where he offered her a beer and she accepted. Carrie was wearing jeans, and a long sleaved pink shirt that just slightly hugged her breasts to show how big they were. Phil was sure that her breasts were fake; he had seen her in bikinis years ago and there was no way her breasts grew that big naturally. Of course, he wasn’t going to bring that up, he was sure that she was there to talk things out with him.

“So that was crazy last night, wasn’t it?” she began to say.

“Yes, it was,” he replied.

“If I had known you lived that close by to the club, I don’t think I would’ve applied to dance there.”

“If I had known, I probably would not have come.”

“Probably?” she asked.

“Yes, well, you know what I mean.”

“I think I do,” she said.

Carrie put down her beer on the kitchen counter and without giving any warning, she quickly threw off her shirt. Phil was in too much shock to say anything, he just stared at her standing there in her white bra. He thought of something to say but again was stopped when Carrie took off her bra, releasing her large breasts to him.

“Oh,” was all that he could say. He had no idea that any of this was going to happen.

Carrie got close to Phil and then got down on her knees in front of him; she began to unbuckle his belt and unzipper his pants, she could see the bulge in his pants growing in excitement. Phil put down his beer next to the one Carrie left and leaned back against the counter, getting himself ready for what was going to happen. Although he fantasized about this, he never would have thought it was going to happen. Part of him wanted to say ‘No, stop, we’re family’, but pushed those thoughts back.

Carrie got his pants and boxers down at the same time and Phil’s fully hard erection popped up in her face, nearly hitting her nose. She was impressed by the size of dick; it wasn’t the biggest she had ever gotten her hands on, but it was still good. She spat in her hand a couple of times and began stroking his shaft. She then put the head into her mouth and began suckling on it. Phil enjoyed the feel of her tongue flicking around the head of his dick. After a minute, she opened her lips wide and took the whole dick in her mouth, at least as much that she could fit in. Her lips were firmly sealed around the shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth. She began slowly, letting Phil enjoy the feeling of her mouth and tongue doing its magic. A few times in between, she slips it out of her mouth to lick head with her tongue, before putting it back into her mouth again. She had done this numerous times with a variety of men, and she knew what they liked when she gives them head.

Phil’s hands were on her head, holding on to her blonde hair as her head as her head bobbed back and forth. Now and again, she would look up at him with her lustful eyes and winked at him. She began to suck on the dick faster, he can feel the head hitting the back of her throat. There were moments when she held it all in her mouth, gagging on it, and then pulling it out of her mouth to get some air. Then she would do it again a few more times in a row.

Phil was near the moment of climax and she apparently sensed that because she began slow down, getting herself ready for what was going to com. Phil did his best to hold off as much as he could, he wanted the moment to last longer. It was one of the best blowjobs he ever tuzla kendi evi olan escort had. Eventually, the moment was finally about to come and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Carrie sensed that about him and got herself ready. Phil’s dick began to swell up in her mouth and his cum exploded into her mouth; several streams of warm white fluid spilling out and landing in her mouth. Carrie squeezed out whatever she could from his shaft, getting a few extra drops, and then pulled his dick out of her mouth just as it was starting to get soft.

Carrie stood up to face Phil, and she swallowed back the cum that was in her mouth. Phil was surprised that she did that, he never had a girl swallow his cum before, no matter how much he asked them to. He pulled back up his pants as Carrie put her bra and shirt back on; she then took back her beer she left on the counter and took a few sips from it.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she told him. “You have tasty cum.”

“Thank you,” he told her.

“So now I did this for you, we have an understanding now, am I right?”

“Understanding?” Phil asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

“I gave you a blowjob, so now you don’t tell my parents I’m stripping,” she told him.

“Carrie, I was never going to tell them,”

“What?” she said with surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Is that really why you did this?” Phil asked.

“Yes!” she yelled at him. “I was scared you were going to tell on me. Oh, my God, I can’t believe this.”

On that note she stormed off out of the living room, roaming around Phil’s apartment cursing and yelling herself and finally locking herself in his bathroom.

“Carrie, are you alright?” Phil asked from outside the bathroom door.

“No, I’m not, I just sucked my cousin’s dick because I’m an idiot who thought he was going to rat on me, and now I feel like more of an idiot because instead of just leaving the apartment, I locked myself in the bathroom.”

“You’re not an idiot,” he told her, although he couldn’t help thinking that she could’ve thought things through a little more before she came over to his apartment. “I’ll give you some time to calm down. I was planning to order a pizza before you came, I’m going to do it now. Do you want to share with me?”

“Can I have mushrooms?” she asked.

He told her ok and decided that he wanted mushrooms as well. The pizza came twenty minutes later just as Carrie came out of the bathroom, completely calmed down from her outburst before. Phil gave her another beer, and they both ate the pizza out of the box.

“I don’t blame you,” she began to say. “I’m an idiot for not thinking this through, I could have at least talked to you to see if you were going to tell on me or not.”

“I’m sorry for not stopping you,” he told her.

“Please, you’re a guy. You were offered a blowjob, of course you were going to take it,” she told him. “I’m sorry for putting you in this position. I just hope you don’t think I’m a total slut.”

“I don’t think that,” he told her. He actually did think it was a slutty thing for her to do, but he wanted to make her feel better. “You were just scared and confused. I just hope we can get passed this.”

“How do we do that?” she asked.

Phil suggested they take the pizza to the living room and enjoy a movie on Netflix. She thought that it was a strange idea but went along with it. Half way through the movie, they were enjoying themselves, laughing and replaying scenes they liked. She realized Phil was right, having a fun moment and eating pizza was a great way to make things better between two people. They watched one more movie, something that Carrie liked and they both enjoyed it. By the end, Carrie still felt bad about what she had done, but felt better about herself and thanked her cousin for making her feel good again.

She told him she was still going to be dancing at the club and that he could visit her. He said he couldn’t do that, but she assured him that she was ok it and that he already seen her naked so it was no big deal, and Phil agreed. Since then, when he saw her at the club and she wasn’t entertaining other guys in the private rooms, she sat with him to have a drink and have fun hanging out with each other. He only got one more private dance from her on his birthday and at her insistence, other than that they just had fun hanging out with each other.

THE END!!

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Old Family, New Loves Ch. 03

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Savannah was turning into my home. I was learning to love the ambience of this historic and enticing city. It had its modern parts, surrounding the inner core of beauty and tradition. Many of us avoided those areas of the city and stayed where we felt the depth of the history seeping into our hearts.

I had become a part of it. I had also become part of my new family. I’m Patricia, or Trish, if you remember.

Kate was not really a mother to me. She was more of an old friend and confidante. She had been my mother’s big sister, and had loved my mother almost as much as had I. Along with her husband Pierce, they made me feel that I was almost another daughter. But not quite.

I still had stirrings in my sweet parts when I saw them around the house with no clothing on. We all practiced nudity now. That is, Kate and Pierce and I. That was how I really knew I was considered a daughter. They always bared themselves, even when their children were around. They were naturists, it is true, and their progeny knew that. I always felt loved and welcome.

Like many of the older families in Savannah, there were rumors and gossip about this family. I haven’t given Pierce’s last name to protect them all from identity, and perhaps some speculation. But the rumor about their nudity was true, of course.

And I had grown to love being nude whenever I was at home. I could even sunbathe in the nude because our veranda was completely enclosed. I always went naked when the children were home. We didn’t often get visits because they were all busy young people. But when they did visit it was so much fun.

Having found a job in city hall, I would go to work every day now with Pierce. We were so close to our places of employment that we would walk. We went most of the way together, and then we would separate and he would go to his law office. My job was in the computerized mapping section of the Planning Department.

It was actually interesting work, developing maps of the city and surrounding areas. But I did love getting home in the evening, going upstairs to my room, and disrobing. I loved the freedom of nudity now. We would dine happily that way, drinking wine with dinner, and enjoying stories about work and play.

They would describe their trips to various resorts where naturists could be free to practice their sun worship. They had been taking those trips for most of their lives, and they had always told the children what they were doing. It seemed that they were pleased to continue recounting their stories to someone they could talk freely with about their nudist adventures.

As we grew closer they would even tell me a few stories of how they had also got into swinging. Kate had blushed when Pierce first brought it up, but that soon passed. I enjoyed hearing all of it. It did make me feel close to them. And it made me often go upstairs and play with some toys that Julia, their youngest, had given to me to please myself.

One morning Kate was excited. I could guess why. She loved it when one of her children was able to come home. During breakfast Pierce and I were eating, fully dressed, ready to go to work. Kate was naked and her breasts were bouncing up and down as she let me know that Samuel and his new girlfriend were coming for a visit.

This was good news. I had been here over a year now and only Chester and Julia had been able to come home. Now Samuel was coming, and I was pleased. Though we had all seldom seen each other, I still loved to visit with them all. Mom had regretted living so far away, but it had been her job, and then her sickness, that kept her from coming here more often.

The bedrooms of all the children had been kept ready for them to come home. I was sleeping in the room that Julia had shared with her sister Gwendolyn. We had made love here, when she initiated me into the world of sex. I had visited the room Chester slept in with his brother Samuel. He and I had made love there. That had been sweet.

I was certainly developing some wonderfully sensual memories of this house. Now Samuel and his sweetheart were going to be in that room. It had twin beds, but I assumed they would push them together. I was beginning to expect that every person in kaynarca escort this family would enjoy sex to the limit.

They arrived during the day, before Pierce and I arrived home. They were installed upstairs and were now down in the parlor with Kate, who was now fully clothed, of course. We would not be nudists in front of Samuel’s girl. I knew my cousin Samuel. I had last seen him at Mom’s funeral.

His girlfriend was a lovely little thing named Sandy. She was Asian looking. I couldn’t tell where her ancestors came from, but her English was perfect. She was completely American.

During the conversation it was revealed that she was born in Seattle of a Japanese mother and an American officer in the Navy. Her hair was black as night and her eyes were brown. She was dressed elegantly in a lovely sundress.

I could see she was tiny, but her breasts were rather larger than I expected from a Japanese girl. She was a graduate of the University of Georgia in Geography. I liked her immediately. She seemed so poised and cultured. I felt a little intimidated by her intelligence, but she was completely gracious and open.

We dined and then spent the evening learning all about each other. Mostly it was Samuel’s parents getting to know this new girl in his life. I was left out a little. But they brought me into the conversation enough that I never felt like an outsider. Sandy was especially interested in my work on maps, since she had lots of experience with Geographic Information Systems.

Anyway, the time passed and eventually Kate and Pierce went to their master bedroom on the main floor. Samuel, Sandy and I chatted for a few minutes more and then all went upstairs to our rooms.

I got ready for bed. I took my shower, which I do at night. Then I toweled dry and left all my clothes off, of course. It had taken me almost an hour to get ready for bed but I was in no hurry because tomorrow it was going to be Saturday.

Well, it already was now. I was still up after midnight. I had taken some time to send an email to Julia telling her I missed her and discussing her brother’s girlfriend. So I was climbing into bed when I thought I heard a cracking sound. It was faint, but I was curious. I climbed out of bed, slipped on a peignoir, and went out into the hall.

In the hallway everything seemed quiet. But then I heard another crack down the hall. I slowly tiptoed down there until I was outside Samuel’s room. The door was shut, but light was slipping out under the door.

I heard the crack again, and what could only be a moaning sound. I was frightened, but I needed to at least check and see if they were okay in there. I didn’t want to intrude, but this was so odd. I tapped on the door.

Just like when I had tapped on this door when Chester was staying here, I heard a scampering sound. This time the door was opened slightly by Sandy. She peeked out around the door and smiled at me. I could see her looking at me in the peignoir. I had forgotten that it was completely transparent.

She widened her brown eyes, and the door gap, and I saw she was dressed in a bustier holding up her brown tipped breasts. I could see her nipples were hard. She had no panties. Only black, silk stockings held up with garters, and ultra-high heels. Her pussy was shaved and the lips were swollen. I started getting moist, very moist.

“I was afraid something was wrong. I’m sorry to disturb you, Sandy. I guess it’s okay. I’ll just get back to bed.”

I wasn’t really wanting to get to bed. I was wanting to know what in the world was happening. I wondered where Sam was. Was he okay? Also, she was so arousing to me. I was reluctant to leave. I wanted to know what was going on. Even more, I wanted to know if I could be part of it. I was becoming a real slut, but I loved it actually.

“No, no Trish. I was thinking of you just a few moments ago. Tell me, are you a naughty girl? If you are I’ll show you something you’ll like. Want to come in? Please, let me entertain you.” And she laughed.

This was going to be interesting, I was sure. My pussy was already tingling. I loved this family! I eagerly entered the bedroom and there, stretched out on one of the orhanlı escort twin beds, with his wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts, was Samuel.

He was completely naked, and his ass and back showed the marks of what could only be some sort of whip. He was moaning. But I thought I heard him whispering for more, more.

Sandy was standing beside me, almost as tall as me with her high heels. She placed her arm around me. Then she handed me the whip she had in the other hand. It was leather, with about half a dozen straps attached to the handle. It felt oddly good in my hand. She smiled at me again.

“Go on, dear. He loves it. He wants it. Tell her you want it you little pussy boy! Tell her you need to be whipped. Speak up, or Mistress will be angry. Hear me, little slut boy?”

“Please whip me. Oh god, I want it. Yes I want it. I need to come Mistress. Please Trish, punish me. I’ve been bad, so bad.”

“I didn’t tell you to come yet. Don’t you dare you little prick. Whip his ass Trish. Do it. But take off the gown first. Alright dear? Let me see that lovely body. I lusted for you when I first saw you. Oh yes, I did.”

I was lusting for her too. I don’t know how she knew I liked girls, but I was happy she did. My pussy was so wet now. I think I was dripping. I put down the whip and stripped out of the peignoir. Then I picked up the whip and I slapped Sam’s ass. Not too hard. I was not sure how to do it right yet. I didn’t want to really hurt him.

“Don’t worry, Trish. Whip him so that you can see the mark. He won’t enjoy it any other way. I know that from experience. I’ve been his mistress now for months, and I have yet to have him ask me to stop. He loves it, and I love giving it to him. I think you may too. Go on. I’m just going to play with your pussy now. You want that, don’t you love? Sam, you want me to cram a dildo up her cunt, don’t you dear little prick?”

I smiled at her and she kissed my lips, and then got a thick, rubber dildo from her bag. She slowly inserted it and began to fuck me with it. I was beginning to moan, but I started whipping Sam at the same time.

I timed my strokes to the fucking I was getting. Every time she rammed it into me I whipped Sam’s ass or back, and he moaned with pleasure. Finally, I started coming so hard I had to stop. Besides, my arm was tired.

“Sandy, could I eat your pussy? You make me so horny.”

“Thought you’d never ask little girl. You’re a choice piece. I was creaming tonight just hoping I could get together with you. Let the little pussy boy stay there. You and I are getting on the other bed, and I’m going to come all over your pretty face, my dear. Come on, let’s share some pussy eating.”

I scampered over to the bed. I was completely naked and my nipples were aching because they were so hard. My pussy was leaking, just waiting for some lady tongue to lick it. I wanted to eat some pussy too. I was really hungry.

It had been too long. I lay supine on the bed with my legs spread apart. Sandy got over me and lowered her shaven pussy down to my lips, as she began to lick around my thighs, teasing me.

I spread her lips apart and licked them. I rubbed her clit with a thumb and ran another finger up her cunt to find her G-Spot. She whimpered a little as she kept licking my thighs, and began nibbling my cunt lips. Two soft lady mouths started sucking each other’s shaven pussy to get that sweet, honey cream.

I ran my tongue into her pussy and tried to fuck it hard and she did the same. Biting my labia she moaned again and began thrusting her pussy down onto my face. I almost couldn’t breath, but I wanted that cunt. I wanted it, and she wanted mine.

I was starting to squirt a little and she gasped as it hit her in the face. But she just giggled and kept licking me. I knew she was coming from all the juices flowing into my mouth. We were both coming and loving it.

With some exhaustion we separated at last and she rolled over to cuddle with me. Sam was still moaning over on the other bed. He was still begging to be whipped and to come. Sandy just looked at him and laughed. Then she looked at me, and she had a decisive look on her face.

“Do you want tepeören escort to help me give my sub a little pleasure? He’s been rather good tonight and I think he could use some reward. What do you say? You’re into cock aren’t you? Along with pussy? I am, and I thought you were the same.”

“Oh sure, Sandy. I love a good hard fuck. The harder the better. I love everything about sex. I think I’ve just found out I’m into dominance too. I’ll see how that goes in the future. Right now I’d love a hard cock in my pussy. I bet Sam would love to fuck something about now. He hasn’t come tonight, yet. Oh, my he must be getting blue balls along with the red ass shining in the light.”

I giggled and Sandy leaned over and kissed me. I almost forgot that I was going to get fucked. Her lips were so sweet and gentle on mine. But I pushed her away at last.

“Come on. Let’s do some fucking.”

She got up quickly and ran over to her bags. She searched until she found a strap on. I knew those well. I had lost my pussy virginity to one while Julia fucked me with it.

“I thought Sam was going to fuck me, Sandy? What’s with that?”

“Don’t worry my love. Let’s get Samuel up and standing. I want you to lean against the chifforobe and let him fuck your cunt from behind. Sound good? Sam, get the fuck up and do your job.”

She untied him, and he unsteadily rose and climbed off the bed. I felt sorry for him for a moment. Then, I remembered him begging for more whipping. He was enjoying this. His prick was hard, and it was nice and fat too. I loved to be fucked with a long, fat cock. This was going to be fun.

I leaned against the piece of furniture and Sam came up behind me. I was still wet and slimy from our cunnilingus so he could slip right into my pussy. He was eager to come. I guess he knew he was going to get to fill me with his jizz. I hoped so. I loved come, in my mouth and in my pussy.

I could feel him begin thrusting into me deeper and deeper, and it was so fucking good. I was shivering with passion; now and then I heard him groaning. I took a quick look back and saw that Sandy was now fucking him.

His ass was filled with her strap on. I had seen it, and it was a long one too. I know he was enjoying it because he increased his fucking. God, it was so fucking good. I was squealing with lust for more cock. I was begging now. I wanted to keep coming while he filled my pussy with his creamy seed.

Sandy was panting loudly and yelling at him to fucking come, because she was. She must have liked it when he shot at the same time that she had a huge orgasm. I felt one last, hard ram. His milk was filling me up. I could feel it running down my legs as he kept fucking slower now.

“You fucking little pussy! Did you come for her? Did you? I’m pleased tonight, you cunt lapper. I won’t punish you this time, little bitch. Okay, take your dirty cock out of her. Hear me little bitch? Take it out.”

Sam kissed the back of my neck as he pulled his limp prick out of me. I had to get down on my knees now. I wanted to suck it. I was hoping Sandy wouldn’t mind. I love sucking a cock, especially one covered with my pussy juices. I taste so good, you know?

I was gobbling his dick, and Sam was groaning because it was so sensitive now, after just coming. Sandy was laughing. I think she was just happy. This had been a good night for her. She got to whip her sub, and she got to suck my pussy, and she got to fuck the ass of her little pet.

When I finished with Sam’s cock I stood up, naked and glad, and grabbed Sandy. I put my arms around her and began feeding my tongue to her. She was kissing me back with fervor. Our lips were soft and yet forceful too. I loved making out with a pretty girl. She was beautiful. She was fine. I hoped she liked me too. I think she did.

After awhile I needed to get to bed. I said goodnight to Sandy and Samuel. He kept his head down for now. He was a sub when in the bedroom. Sandy said goodnight. I went out and back to my room. I didn’t hear any more noises. I wondered what other play they were up to. But I was too tired now. I slept quite well that night.

In the morning, I was downstairs before the two of them. Kate and Pierce were working in the kitchen and greeted me. I could see they were preparing a special breakfast for their beloved son, and his new girlfriend. I almost laughed out loud, but I didn’t. I had a thought, not his new girlfriend, but his new Mistress. What a fun family I was part of now.

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I want to kiss you for hours. Soft, wet, open-mouthed, sighing kisses. Feeding on your mouth, offering you mine in return. I want to kiss you until I can’t breathe. Until I’m sighing and gasping, but you don’t let me get ahead of myself. I want my lips to tingle with the taste of you, my breath to be filled with the smell of you, to live for those moments when you are my world.

I want to feel every inch of your body with my hands. To lose them in your hair, to catch myself on your broad shoulders, to wrap my hands around your arms, to slide my fingertips under your chin, to hold your mouth as we kiss, to slip my nails lightly across your chest, to trail my fingers down your stomach to your waistband, where you catch my hands gently in yours. Calming me. Slowing me down.

You release my hands to push my hair out of my face, stroking the long strands behind my ears, looking into my eyes as they see nothing but you. Caressing my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks, my lips as I breathe you in. Then, your hands move across my shoulders, down to cup my breasts as I press up toward you, slipping down around my waist to pull me against you, but not hard enough to allow me to come… yet…

Finally, we realize that we won’t be happy until we’re naked. The hair on your chest tormenting me. Your thighs tight against mine, though you still don’t let me come. You know it would only take me moments to get myself off on you, to work myself tuzla escort all over you until I’m screaming. But you also know how to make me wait – and that it will only get better. Sweeter.

I want to rub my face on you, absorbing your taste, your smell, -you- through my skin. mouth open, sliding across your chin, licking and nibbling at your ears, you can hear me breathe, teeth skimming open over your neck, light enough to almost tickle, but driving you to want more just the same. As I move further down, you know that I want you in my mouth. I always want you in my mouth. But you’ve got another plan for me for now.

Your hand is gentle under my chin as you raise my face to look at you. Rolling me over, I sigh as you allow me nothing but respite. Your hands are as soft and unsatisfying as mine as you stroke my face, my neck that arches back for you, my sides, down to cup my sex, wet and heavy for you as ever, like a ripe peach. I’m breathing heavier, begging with every movement for you to take me, make me yours, but you’re still waiting. I’m still waiting. Back and forth your fingers slide through my wetness, tempting, pleasing, arousing, but never quite satisfying. When I think I can take no more, you pull back and do nothing but watch. Watch me writhe, watch me beg, watch me breathe, watch me watching you.

I want to sit up, taking you in my mouth, returning your teasing favors. On my own right now, I’d want nothing tuzla escort bayan more than to swallow you whole, and I pray that someday I can. But not tonight. I wrap my tongue around the head, licking at your sweet gift for me. I lift your balls with my tongue, pushing, licking, but not feeding. Not yet. This is not about how fast, or how hard, or how much, or how long. This is something else entirely tonight.

Moving back up, you lean back, allowing me to cover you. I’m so hot and wet at this point that you feel me when I’m still inches above you. Our lips meet again. Tasting, sliding, wet and soft, open and hot. As open and hot, wet and soft as my sex as we move together, not penetrating, just teasing, drawing it out. I’ve never been this wet, this hot, this open. This open.

Finally, with a subtle twist of my hips, you are no longer sliding back and forth, but resting in my opening. Not inside me. Not yet. Not until I shift my weight up on to my knees. Circling my hips to slide you ever so slowly deeper. Ever so slowly further into me, until there’s not the space of a thought between us. Until we share one breath, one thought, one heartbeat. A heartbeat that I can feel as I pause to enjoy the thought of you.

But, as much effort as you’ve put into calming me, into gentling me, into seeing that I can survive this, it’s just so much. I slide back, almost letting you slip out, only to rock back on to you. escort tuzla And I lose it. Every sense of control and decorum and pride that I’ve ever had, I lose in that moment. I am nothing but what you make me feel. You make me wild. Though I’m perfectly still above you, I’m trembling inside. I’m so close that I’m frightened. How do you do this to me? How do you take me so far? And do you promise to be there when I come back?

One hand slides up to the small of my back, pushing me onto you, against you, but denying me movement while the other slides up to cup the back of my neck, holding my mouth over yours as we kiss. Again with these soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses that break me open inside. Still not moving, I come. You can feel it inside me, though the rest of my body is still. I can’t take it any more, crying into your open mouth, the taste of my tears somehow as welcome to you as the taste of my cum.

I want to gather my wits enough to give you what you’ve given me. Slowly and deliberately, working myself up and down you. Pushing slowly yet promisingly against you. Until you can’t not push back. As rich and full and slow as honey, back and forth. As your hands reach for my hips, guiding me in pleasuring you, I lean down to take your mouth again. My hands tangle in your hair, holding your mouth still under mine, swallowing your breath and soft sighs as you get closer. And closer. Until you’re the one holding me still again as I feel you coming into me. Hot, and wet, and hard, and oh so… Feeling you fill me.

Bones melted, needs met, hunger sated, we sag against each other, grateful, drained, and safe from the world.

I want to make love with you tonight.

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I can’t think of too many other things that make a woman look more feminine than long, well manicured fingernails. Even hair, or lack of, doesn’t hold that stark reminder of feminine sexiness like fingernails do. I’ll never forget one encounter where my lover had her nails, all hers I might add, at a length of about an inch and a half in length. They were tapered down to a nice round pointed tip. She knows that I love the dark red colors, and this night she had painted them a dark red, almost burgundy color. She was very picky about her nail polish and always bought the expensive kind. I guess its like a auto body person picking out a color to paint a car. You want the finish to be perfect. In any case, the color she had picked was not only the perfect shade, but the polish had a depth to it once it was on the nail. Deep and rich with a perfect tone and sheen.

We had spent the hottest part of the day at poolside, which most times meant that poolside was accompanied by several mixed drinks. Hers were tropical, pina colada, and daiquiris’ while mine were basically spiced rum and coke. By the time we had decided to come in from the heat, we had already removed all of the clothing that we had on when we were at poolside, albeit skimpy enough to really not notice being now, nude.

The first ritual after sunning was to jump into a nice hot shower to rinse away the lotions and the chlorine from the sparkling pool water. Showering together was always fun. Getting to watch the other as they got all sudsy and glide the thick bubbles all around into all the nooks and crannies was always a turn on, visually. On a more practical side, the other could help when it came to washing the others back too, which always feels so damned good. I stood in the back and let her soap up first, not only to show a courtesy but to enjoy the view as well. There is something very sensual about seeing a naked woman all wet and lathered with bubbles. I have yet to refrain from helping to spread the lather around when we shower.

My arousal was quite obvious to her as I watched her glide and roam her hands over her entire body, watching as her fingers and nails would disappear from my sight under the thick lather or into the soft folds of her crotch and the crevasse of her tanned butt cheeks. She began to rinse and passed the bar of soap to me, as a runner would pass the baton in a relay race. I began to spread the soap all over my front, before dropping the soap to the floor of the shower.

As I began to slide the bubbles all around me, spreading the thick foam on my naked wet flesh, she knelt down to retrieve the skittering bar of soap. She looked up from her kneeling position, her face a mere two inches from my out stretched cock, and smiled as she said “ Heat get to ya?”. I smiled back and replied that the heat from the show of her washing got to me.

I stepped into the stream of the shower head tuzla escort and rinsed the front, watching the thick lather dissipate into the rushing water on the shower floor and disappear down the drain. When I turned to rinse my back side, she told me to keep my back to her. She gathered the thick lather from my shoulders and spread them over my back. As she massaged the bubbles into the flesh of my mid section, I felt a very relaxing feeling from her massage. Then with her nails, oh those long beautiful nails, I felt her begin to lightly scratch every inch of my back. It’s no wonder that a cat will arch it’s back when someone beings to scratch it. Which is exactly what I did, too. Oh my God! It felt delicious. She really surprised and aroused me though, when she moved one hand to my ass and began clawing at the thick meat of my right cheek. My cock sprang back to its rigidity when she did this. The massage and back scratching had relaxed me into a nice lull, causing me to lose some tinsel strength of my previous excitement.

I turned around, now facing her wet naked, nicely scented body. Her breasts glistened as the water beaded and ran down her chest and tummy, collecting into a nice funnel at the pelt of the Y shape of her crotch, and then down her legs to the floor. She taunted me by raking her crimson nails over her breasts, firm enough to leave little white streaks from the pressure and only to disappear as quickly as they had shown up. She slowly and firmly dragged her nails over each erect nipple, causing the pliable nubs to bend from the pressure, only to rebound with a more erect posture.

With her back to the wall, she leaned back and took her nails of each hand and placed them on each of her full pussy lips. She spread the lips apart and asked that I move so she could make sure that all of the soap was rinsed away. I did as she asked, but couldn’t resist a closer look and knelt down in front of her as she was still spread apart as she was when she rinsed. I could feel the thumping of water from the shower head as it rained on the back of my head as I looked at her long nails as they kept her pliant flesh spread apart. The thumping of the water matched the thumping of the blood, as it raced through my cocks pulse as I gazed. The look in her eyes was lustful as she peered down at me as I looked. I stuck my tongue out and leaned in the two inches to feel the soft velvety texture of her softest spot against my dripping tongue. I wagged my tongue across the slightly raised cover of her swelling clit. I felt my tongue as it met the talons that held her flesh apart so I may have a taste. I glided my hungry tongue over each of the claws, feeling the shiny smooth surface as I did. She released her lips and grabbed a thick handful of my hair with one hand and lifted slightly, guiding me back to an upright position.

Off to the bedroom we headed. Once there, pendik escort she stopped and turned and knelt down in front of me. She then placed each of her hands onto my chest and stomach. With her face level with my protruding cock, she opened her mouth and slowly slid my length into her hot mouth. Her tongue grazed and bathed my sensitive underside until the tip of my cock rested at the back of her throat. I felt that my balls were nestled tightly against the base of my cock base from excitement. Once she had me in her mouth as far as it would go, she then clamped her lips around the shaft tightly and began to lightly suck. At the same time, she dragged her nails down from my chest and over my stomach very slowly and deliberately. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was directly under the flesh that she was clawing. Her hands didn’t stop until I felt the nails lightly clawing around the base of my cock and finally scratching at my scrotum. She began bobbing her head back and forth on my engorged cock. With the suction that was created with her clamping her lips firmly around the base, each time she pulled her head toward the tip, it made the suction that much greater. All the while, her nails were raking my heavy balls until they hung back down into the sac. Knowing that I couldn’t take much more of this play, I stepped back from her.

I helped her to stand, and walked her to the wide bed. I crawled onto the bed next to her and slid my body onto her reclined position. I asked if she would spread herself for me as she had done in the shower. She smiled, before asking me if I had liked that, already knowing my reply. I slid off of her and repositioned my self so I could watch her play her tingling flesh with her crimson talons. At first she used the palm of one hand to rub her pubic mound while the other grasped at one breast. I was startled when she smacked her pussy with the fingers of her exploring hand. My surprise was her delight, and she smacked it again for good measure. Then she slid the other hand down to spread her soft folds apart. She only used two fingers, aligning the meaty folds between her first and second finger then spread them apart. My cock was burning with desire as I watched her two slender fingers, crowned with long burgundy claws, spread the puffy lips apart, exposing her flesh covered trigger. It was more than I could resist.

I lowered my head and began to taste her. Her fingers never faltered as she kept her lips apart for me. I licked hard over her now fully erect clit. It reminded me of a flesh speed bump. I put my lips on either side of her swollen bud and tried my best to create a suction, and then tug, hearing a small pop as it popped from my lips, only to dive back in again to repeat the same technique. Her moans were growing in intensity as I continued to lap and lick at her. I asked her if she was ready for some good loving. aydınlı escort She looked at me through glazed eyes and inserted two of her fingers deep into her soft pussy. She drew her fingers out. They glistened with her wetness. I grabbed her hand and pulled it to my lips. I slowly licked each finger, watching her watching me as I did. I slid my tongue under the long talons and tweaked the sweet nectar that had collected there as well.

I climbed atop her reclined and leg spread position. My aching cock slid easily into her folds. I felt her heat as my cock etched slowly into her hot tunnel, until my cum laden balls rested against the cheeks of her ass. I began to saw in and out of her, filling her with each stroke. My pace quickened after several minutes. I would fill her, then pull out an inch or so only to delve in again. I kept my short hard chopping strokes for a few minutes and replace those with long full thrusts, alternating from time to time. When I gave short hard strokes, I could feel my ball sac as it would cling to the sticky cheeks of her ass when I’d withdraw.

She told me that she wanted to change positions. I climbed off and she scampered onto the bed on all fours. She told me that she loved it this way. I replied that it wouldn’t be me to deny her what she longed for. Again, I easily slid my full length into her and began sawing in and out of her at a fervent pace. Her chest was resting against the pillows and she had one hand tucked under her, wildly massaging her clit. I could feel the tip of her clawed fingertip every few strokes as it would touch my cock as it pistoned in and out of her. Her moans were now turning into cries of passion. My balls ached with anticipation and I knew that I would “take her there” before I released my pent up lust. It was as if she heard my very thoughts. She took her one free hand and reached way down in between her thighs and began clawing at my churning balls while I thrust into her with long , hard , deep strokes. The enticing clawing sent my cum, bubbling from my depths and racing up from the base of my cock, as I cried out that I was going to “spurt hot cum” deep inside of her . Much to my relief and delight, she came exactly at the same time as the first jet of cum spewed from the tip of my convulsing cock. I felt the walls of her pussy rapidly grasping my cock as her climax began and then started to ebb as her waves of desire flowed from her.

Completely spent, I withdrew from her and as she rolled and lay down I lay down next to her. After we regained a more regular breathing pattern, I told her that it felt as if I had cum a lot. She slid two fingers deep into her dripping punani and pulled them out. Her fingers were smeared completely from her knuckles to the tips of her long nails with our emulsification of juices. Her crimson nails were clouded by the thick creamy color. As I had done before, and much to her surprise, I grabbed her hand and licked our fluids from one of her fingers and nail. She smiled, and repeated the same thing that I had just done. We then kissed each other deeply, tasting our efforts before she snuggled to me as I cradled her into my arms for a nice rest.

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I had a suspicion that my older brother Jared had been snooping in my room; nothing I could put my finger on, but things weren’t exactly the way I left them when I had gone to school that morning. I wasn’t too worried about it: the things that would have been really bad for him to find were all safely locked in a box under my bed. Nothing was missing, nothing seemed to have been disturbed… but I was pretty sure that I hadn’t left the panties I wore yesterday on top of the pile of dirty clothes. No, they had been buried under my pajamas, I was pretty sure of that.

Jared was home from college that semester, living at home and working to save up money. The idea of him rooting through my dirty underwear just wouldn’t get out of my head. He wasn’t a bad looking guy really. He was tall and lean, and the only blond in the family. He had filled out since he had left for college; he was definitely a man now. I was eighteen, tall and gawky, in my senior year of high school. If he hadn’t been my brother…

The more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. I was a virgin at the time; I hadn’t dated much, and the only boy I had ever dated had broken my heart the last summer. I knew that my body had changed a lot in the last few years, and I was insecure about it. I wanted to be sexy. I wondered what Jared did with my panties. I wondered if he masturbated with them. I kind of liked the idea, though I knew I shouldn’t. I decided to try an experiment.

That night, after I got myself off (thoughts of Jared and the bulge in his jeans kept coming unbidden into my head and I had to push them away), I pressed the crotch of the underwear I had been wearing that day against my pussy. I wiped my wetness into them. I held the damp material to my nose. My scent was all over them. I left them on top of the big stack of dirty clothes in my closet. Then I pulled a hair from my head and laid it across them.

When I got home from school that afternoon, Jared was still at work. He did noon to ten o’clock shifts, six days a week. I ran up to my room and checked the closet. Sure enough, the hair was missing, and I was sure that my panties had been moved. So it was true; someone had been messing with my dirty underwear, and I knew it wasn’t Mom. Somehow I found that really exciting.

I was bold that night. I wore my red thong, my “first date” underwear, as I called it, to bed. I fucked myself hard with my vibrator, leaving the panties on, pulled to one side. Needless to say, they got soaked. I moaned out loud when I came, as loud as I dared. Jared’s room was next to mine, and I found myself half hoping that he could hear me through the wall.

The next morning, after making my bed, I took a deep breath and made my decision. kurtköy escort I left the red thong (still damp and reeking of my sex) sitting on the top sheet of my bed. I got a piece of paper and a pencil and left a note next to them:

JARED-
I KNOW WHAT YOU’VE BEEN DOING
-A

All day at school I thought and worried about what would happen when he found the note. Or maybe I had been making it all up. Maybe the hair I had left the other day had just blown off. What did he think about when he borrowed my underwear? Did he jerk off to them? I kind of hoped he did. I kept getting excited thinking about it. What kind of a pervert was I? I had a hard time concentrating on schoolwork.

When I got home, I ran straight to my room. My panties were still there, untouched as far as I could tell, and there was a new note next to them:

ANDREA-
I’M REALLY SORRY. I WON’T ANYMORE.
-J

I felt really bad. I hadn’t meant it that way. I didn’t want him to feel bad. It wasn’t as if he was hurting me. When we were younger, I used to borrow magazines from under his bed, and he had never said anything, though I suspected that he knew. Anyway, I didn’t really want him to stop.

I hadn’t been in his room since he had been home from college. It was tidy (not like mine), and quite bare. Just his clothes in the closet and his shoes next to the neatly made bed. No decoration, just a few books. I looked under the bed, but no magazines there; they had gone away when he had left for college, and apparently hadn’t come back with him. It seemed more like a hotel room than someone’s bedroom. I left the dirty red panties on the middle of his bed with a new note:

J-
IT’S OK I DON’T MIND.
YOU CAN BORROW THEM
-A

I wondered what he would think when he found them. I was tense all evening. Mom asked me what was on my mind. I told her I had a lot to study for in school. I made sure to be in my bedroom before Jared got in; I didn’t want to run into him before he found my note. I was confused and anxious. I didn’t even masturbate that night.

When I got home from school the next day, there were my panties on my bed, with another note next to them:

A-
THANKS!!
(IF YOU REALLY DON’T MIND)
-J

I really didn’t mind. And so, believe it or not, this is how things went: every night I would masturbate with my panties on, or wipe my come into the crotch of that days panties; the next morning I would leave them sitting on my bed for my brother. I rarely saw Jared at home, with him working and me in school, but when we did see each other, he never said anything, and neither did I. It was as if nothing was different.

The next week I had a Monday off. “Teachers aydıntepe escort Planning Day” or something. Kind of a non-holiday, but I wasn’t complaining. I took the rare opportunity to sleep late. I half woke up around seven when Mom left for work, but I rolled over and went back to sleep. Usually by now I would be getting ready to start first period history. Staying in bed was such a luxury! I dozed on and off, and started to think about getting up.

When my bedroom door opened, I woke with a start. I had forgotten all about “The Panty Game”, as I called it to myself. Of course Jared was coming to my room to get the panties I had left for him. Or would have left for him, if I had remembered. I was, in fact, still wearing them.

When Jared saw me, half sitting up in bed, he turned bright red. “I’m sorry” he stammered, backing out of my room “I didn’t realize you were home.”

I felt oddly calm just then, sitting there in my pajamas, my hair all over the place. “No, its ok Jared” I said “I forgot. You don’t have to go.”

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was looking at the floor, not making eye contact with me. I knew he was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. I sat up and smoothed my hair out of my face. “Do you still want to borrow my underwear?”

He nodded, still not meeting my eyes. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind.” I said “actually I think it’s kind of sexy. What do you do with them anyway? Do you wear them?

“Oh no!” he answered quickly.

“Do you masturbate with them then?”

He nodded. “I like… I like the way they smell.”

“It’s ok” I said “It’s only natural. I mean guys like pussy right? And my underwear smells like my pussy… its all about pheromones.” I realized that my nipples were getting erect. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my pajama tops and I wondered if Jared could see.

“Thank you Andrea” he said “This is really embarrassing for me” he added.

“Listen” I said, and now it was my turn to blush “Would you mind if I watched once?”

“You mean?”

“Yeah… while you masturbate with my panties.”

“Ok” he said “If you want me to.” He sat down on the edge of my bed.

“You don’t have to” I said, “If it makes you uncomfortable.” I was blushing hard, my heart was racing, but my pussy was getting damp.

“No” he said “It’s only fair really.”

There was a long pause.

“Hey” I said “Would you like to borrow my underwear?”

He laughed “Yeah” he said “I would like that.”

Under the sheets, I squirmed out of my panties. I wasn’t wearing anything fancy, I remembered with a little regret, just white cotton bikini briefs. I handed them to Jared. tuzla içmeler escort I noticed that the crotch was a little wet.

Jared took them shyly, then held them to his face and inhaled deeply. I realized that I was incredibly turned on. I let a hand slip under the sheet, softly and unobtrusively caressing my slit.

Jared looked at me once, shrugged as if to say “What the heck”, unbuttoned his jeans and stepped out of them. He was wearing boxers, and his cock made a huge tent in the material. A little trail of fur led down from his navel, promising hidden delights below. I had never seen an actual cock before, and my pussy was drooling with anticipation.

He pulled off his boxers, and his cock sprung free. It was even better than I had hoped. I mean I had seen pictures, and read stories, so I had a pretty good idea what to expect, but I hadn’t imagined how sexy and delicious it would look. I also didn’t think it would be so big. It was bigger than my vibrator, but not so big that it was really intimidating. “God, I could take that.” I thought involuntarily. His balls were drawn up tight, and a clear drop of fluid glistened at the end of the swollen purple head.

He started stroking it, his face buried in the crotch of my moist panties. Under the sheets, I diddled myself in time with him. I couldn’t believe how tight he held his cock. It was red and purple and totally excited. I knew I was close. Jared was pumping himself faster and faster, till his hand was almost a blur. Finally he shouted and come shot out of his cock, all over my sheet. It was amazing how much came out, gobs and gobs of pearly white, and it kept on leaking out as his cock wilted. He lay there, breathing hard for a few minutes, his eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his lips. My dirty panties lay on the bed next to his face. With a groan, my hips bucked and I came. I rode the waves of my orgasm, coming and coming. When I was done, I held my slimy fingers out to him. “Do you like the way this smells?”

He surprised me by licking my fingers clean. “I have to go to work now.” He said “Thank you Sis.”

He put his boxers and jeans back on as I lay there, head reeling. Then he left, shutting the door after himself. On impulse, I stuck my tongue out and sampled the biggest puddle of semen. It wasn’t bad, a little salty. It tasted like sex. I licked it all off my sheets, swallowing hungrily. I couldn’t believe how much he had shot out. I wished I could shoot like that.

I realized that I was still incredibly turned on. I pulled the vibrator out of the box under my bed, and quickly gave myself another orgasm. I couldn’t help imaging that the buzzing latex tool in my pussy was Jared’s swollen cock, spewing come inside me as my cunt shook.

Afterward, I lay there, head spinning with guilt and confusion. Knowingly letting my brother borrow my panties was one thing, a little naughty maybe, but basically harmless. This was something else; I had crossed a line this morning. I was a pervert now, and I knew it.

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My nineteen year old sister Rachel told the family she was getting married. My parents tried to talk her out of it. Rachel wouldn’t listen to anyone. I kept quiet. Jake was the guy she was going to marry. He was basically a loudmouthed hothead. I just kept my mouth shut. I figured my sister was old enough. If it didn’t work out, it was all on her.

Sure enough, seven months in and things were going bad. Jake was the jealous type. He would accuse my sister of looking at other men. I was the one person my sister could turn to. One day she arrived at my apartment. She and Jake had been fighting. Rachel wanted my advice on what she should do.

I hated to get in the middle of my sister’s problems. I asked her if she thought she could turn Jake around. She said he was a lost cause.

“You know what you have to do then.”

One day I drove Rachel to see a lawyer. He said he could start drawing up the divorce papers. Rachel also asked about a restraining order. The lawyer said to go to the court house. We went down and filed the papers. The next part wasn’t so pleasant. Rachel told Jake she was divorcing him. He didn’t take it well. The next thing I knew my sister was ringing my doorbell.

“Can I stay with you awhile?” she asked.

I took her bags and put them in my spare bedroom. Rachel said she made the right move. Jake had yelled at her, accusing my sister of cheating on him. I knew we would be hearing from Jake in short order. Everything was going okay except for one thing. Rachel did like to show off her body.

She would walk around the apartment wearing tight pants and she never wore a bra. My sister was well endowed. I know I shouldn’t stare but I kept looking at her boobs. I think Rachel liked the idea of getting me turned on. One night we were drinking some wine. Rachel was sitting next to me on the couch. Her nipples were showing.

To escort bayan be honest, I wanted to reach over and feel them but I managed to control myself. Rachel thanked me for letting her stay. I said it was no problem.

“You’re my favorite family member. I wanted you to know that.”

Rachel put down her glass. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard on the lips. I hadn’t been expecting that. Rachel said she wished she had married someone like me. I was so kind and understanding. All I could think of right then is that I wanted my sister. She was getting me wound up.

Rachel didn’t stop kissing me. She was tight against my body. I felt her hard nipples pressing into my chest. My sister stood up. She pulled her shirt up over her head. Then she took off her pants and panties. She turned around to let me see her naked body.

My sister’s pubic hair was shaved down to a small patch. Her tits were large and firm.

“I’ll be back in the bedroom.”

She turned and walked down the hallway. I thought my dick would explode right there. She was inviting me to join her. I sat there for some minutes. I knew if I went back to her bed I would be making a big mistake. I got up and walked back to her bedroom. Rachel was on all fours, waiting for me.

“I knew you would come back,” she said.

She was right. I stripped out of my clothes. Rachel was wiggling her ass and moaning.”

“I need you Chris,” she pleaded with me.

I got onto the bed. Rachel had her legs spread wide. I could see her fleshy folds. They looked like a flower that had just opened up. I got in behind her. I began to rub my dick up and down her crack. My cock head was touching her opening.

“Please Chris, don’t tease me like that,” she said.

I fitted my cock to her gash and I pushed in. Damn, my sister’s tuzla genç escort pussy was tight. I guess I lost control. I started to feed my sister with my long shaft.

“You feel so fucking big!” She said to me.

I was ramming my sister’s pussy. I placed my hands on her hips. Rachel started pushing back against me. She felt so damn good. Jake was an asshole for letting my sister slip away. Rachel was begging me to fuck her hard. She told me to use her any way I wanted. Here I was taking my sister with my bare cock. I only hoped she was on the pill.

I soon put my hands on Rachel’s shoulders. I pulled her back onto my dick. Rachel was screaming to be fucked. I must have really gotten her wound up. Rachel began to squirt. I felt her juices coating my cock. I didn’t think I was going to be able to hold out for much longer.

“I want you to cum in me Chris. I need your hot seed in me,” she pleaded.

We both exploded together. I sent hot streams of my batter deep into her belly. Rachel tensed up and gripped my cock harder. That made me give her even more of my white cream. I surprised myself with all the cum I gave my sister. I finished her off and held my cock inside her quivering pussy.

When I did pull out I could see my cum dripping out of Rachel’s spent hole. She flipped over onto her back. I was on my knees when Rachel crawled underneath me. She took my cock in her mouth and cleaned me off. I did shoot more cum down her throat.

“I’m going to need more of your cock,” she told me.

Rachel was right about that part. I took her again the next morning. She was on her back when I pushed her legs to her chest. I pumped my dick deep into her passage. I didn’t have much cum left in me. It didn’t matter. Rachel had numerous orgasms. Our pubic mounds hit as I gave her every hard inch I had. I did end up tuzla kendi evi olan escort giving her a little more of my cum.

“I could get used to that,” she told me.

Everything wasn’t perfect. Jake paid us a visit one evening.

“I want to see my wife. “

Jake tried to barge past me. I pushed him back into the hallway. Jake took a swing at me but missed. I gave him a shot in the gut. Jake fell to his knees.

“You have one minute before I call the police,” I said.

Jake was a coward at heart. I did call the police and explained there was a restraining order against Jake. It didn’t take long before they tracked him down. Jake didn’t fare well. He had to go before a judge and he began mouthing off. The judge wasn’t in a good mood that day. He sentenced Jake to a few months in jail.

I knew that Rachel couldn’t hang around much longer. We discussed it and decided we needed to move out of the area. We ended up in a town about a hundred miles away. We told our parents it was for the best right now. Our parents agreed. We didn’t tell anyone where we moved to. We called my parents only to let them know we were okay.

We were finally away from prying eyes. I was able to get a job in my field, so that worked out for us. We now live in a house in a rural setting. We are fucking like crazy. One night when I had my cock buried inside my sister she screamed that she wanted me to breed her. That kind of talk makes me lose control.

I gave Rachel a large dose of my cum. She squeezed me dry.

“I meant what I said,” she told me.

“You want me to impregnate you?” I could barely believe what I was hearing.

“I want to have your baby Chris.”

It’s hard to think how these past few months have played out. My divorced sister is now my lover. Rachel has quit taking her birth control pills. If anything, the sex has become more intense. Rachel will plead with me when we are making love. She tells me to coat her fertile eggs with my baby cum.

I know it won’t be long until Rachel tells me she is pregnant. I will keep you informed as to how it all works out for us. Until then, my sister is insatiable for my cock.

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She knew it was silly.

And, if she was really honest, she wasn’t as scared of them now as she had been when she was younger. Then she would really cry as she made her way along the corridor to her parents’ room, howling even louder if the lightning flashed as she did so, illuminating the house with those eerie, spooky shadows. Just long enough for the monsters to see her, and for Emily to know they were there…

And she would run even faster, bursting open her parents’ door. Her dad probably already awake, listening out for her, smiling reassuringly. Then her mom would wake up, bleary eyed and irritable.

Then the usual conversation, how lightning was nothing to be scared of, she was a big girl now, and yes, the thunder was loud but it was just a NOISE, and it couldn’t hurt her. And yet, for all the lectures, she would know that in a few minutes she would be tucked up beside Mommy in bed and Dad would kiss her and then wander off to her room to sleep there. She’d often wished it could have been the other way around, just once, and Mom would be the one to go and Dad could stay, but no, it was always Dad.

She admitted that one good thing about that was that she got to sleep on his side of the bed, her head on his pillow, the bed still warm from him, and that lovely, male, reassuring smell. And, for the next few nights, her own bed would smell of him too. She treasured that, and was always wistful when it eventually faded.

But that was all a long time ago, and Emily was much bigger now. An adult, though she didn’t always feel like one. But certainly too old to be scared of noisy weather.

But… this was a big old storm. One of the loudest, most intense she could remember. And it was close, hardly any gap between the flash of lightning and the intense, brutal clap of the following thunder.

The lightning flashed once more, and there was the horrible noise again. She gasped.

No, she was too old. She could snuggle back down, maybe pull the blankets over her head — that would be ok — and go back to sleep.

Except…

Her mother was away. Her dad was down the corridor, probably lying awake, knowing how much she hated storms. It would almost be kinder to go and see him, let him know she was OK, and then he could sleep. And it would make her feel better to see him, just for a minute.

So — yes. Better for both of them.

Decision made, she slipped out of bed. Dressing gown, she wondered? It was chilly. But no, she’d zoom down, tell him she was fine, zoom back. She’d be back in her warm bed in two minutes tops.

The rain thudded heavily on the roof as she opened her door and made her way along the corridor. How many storms had there been when she’d done this, she wondered? Ten? Twenty? Hard to keep track. A lot, anyway.

The door to her parents’ room was ajar and she pushed it open.

“Hi Emily.” Her Dad’s voice, a little sleepy, but amused and affectionate. “I thought you might be along.”

“Hi Dad. I just came to tell you I’m fine. In case you were worried.”

She saw him move slightly in the darkness, just a shape. It was strange to see her mother’s side so empty.

“Thanks darling. I’m glad. You go back to bed now. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Night Daddy. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She turned to go, but then a question came to her. She hadn’t realised it was there, but it must have been, lurking just below the surface these last few days.

“Dad?”

“Yes hon?”

“Is Mom… she is coming back, isn’t she?”

There was a silence.

“Yes Emily, she’s coming back.”

“Is she really at Aunt Susie’s?”

Another pause. She knew sometimes they lied to her, she understood parents had to do that sometimes, but she really hoped he wouldn’t now.

“No, she’s not there. She’s… I think she’s in a hotel. Or maybe staying with Diana.”

“You don’t KNOW?”

“Sssh! It’s fine. We’ll sort it out. Husbands and wives… they have these little bumps in the road. You’ll find out one day. Now… go back to bed.”

“She’s going to come back?”

“Yes. Of course she is.”

Dad’s voice was reassuring, soothing, confident. But it wasn’t working. She still felt unsettled. Something was wrong.

I don’t want her to come back, she suddenly realised. God, what a bitch I am. I don’t want my mother back.

And it was true. The house was a nicer, calmer place without her. Her Dad seemed more relaxed. Even Jester, their cat, seemed even sleepier and lazier than usual. Somehow when Mom was around, everything was that little bit more tense. She had the ability to find fault with anything, or generate drama out of nothing. But she knew her father loved her, and he must miss her.

“OK… well, good night.”

“Good night Emily.”

“Dad?”

“Yes?” tuzla escort A slightly exasperated tone now, but she never worried about that. Dad hardly ever got cross, and when he did it was like a short, sharp explosion, lasting just a few minutes and then gone, the offender forgiven and everybody friends again. Whereas her mother… her mother could simmer for weeks over things, cold and bitchy until you could hardly bear to be in the same room with her. She wasn’t sure her mother ever really forgave anything. It was all filed away, ready to be trotted out and used against you at some point in the future.

“Could I… can I sleep here tonight? It’s a big storm.”

As if to prove her point the lightning obligingly flashed again. She braced herself for the thunderclap, but still jumped when it arrived.

“You’re a bit old for that, Emily.”

“Just tonight. It might be the last time. Please, Daddy?”

“Fine. Get in. But don’t hog the blankets.”

See? He was teasing her. She was forgiven already.

“I won’t.”

She was glad to slip into her mother’s side of the bed. It was strangely unfamiliar, being there, rather than where he was. Different smells, too. More feminine, yet somehow slightly harsh.

The sheets were cold, and she shivered. She wished her father could reach over and cuddle her, just for a minute, but she knew he wouldn’t. He was much more careful now with his physical affection these days, ever since her body had changed and ripened. She understood that too, but she missed the bear hugs and the cuddles on his lap and even the piggy back rides from when she’d been really small.

“You warm enough?”

“Mmhmm.” She wasn’t, but she didn’t want him padding off to get her a hot water bottle or an extra blanket. It was nice to feel him so close.

“Sleep well darling.”

“You too Daddy. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She listened to the rain pour down outside. She could just make out her father’s breathing over the sound of it. It was a soothing noise, and she smiled to herself to hear it.

Lucky mom, she thought. To have him there, night after night, smelling so nice, so calming and relaxing and…

…and available to fuck you…

God! Where did that come from? She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged herself, annoyed with that rogue thought. Of course, her parents must fuck. All grown-ups fucked. She, herself, Emily, had indeed… fucked. To be precise, she had fucked with Ricky (meh) and Albie (really pretty good). And had given oral sex to Steve (surprisingly fun, if a little messy and frustratingly one-sided).

… stop fucking thinking about fucking…

Dad’s breathing was slow and steady. Was he asleep?

Or was he also thinking about fucking?

… of course he’s not fucking thinking about fucking…

She felt the familiar tingle between her legs, and scowled in the darkness. If she’d stayed in her room she could have taken care of that. Now she’d just have to lie awake, feeling horny and frustrated, listening to that damn storm. She could have rummaged in her bedside drawer, behind the bottles of perfume and tubs of make-up, got out her little Rabbit that Lindsey had bought for her, and had a really, good fun session. Just her luck to be here now.

… well, you could sneak back to your room and do it…

No, Dad would wake up. And he’d ask where she was going, and she couldn’t exactly say she was going to go back to her room to have a marathon masturbation session, could she? Though actually, she thought he’d probably be cool with that too. OK sweetie, he’d say. Have a nice time. Let me know if you need any new batteries in that Rabbit of yours hidden in your drawer…

Fuck! This was getting worse. Perhaps if she was super-quiet, she could get back to her room without waking him up. The rain was still pretty loud. That would cover some of her noise. But this was an old house with lots of creaks and squeaks, and Dad was always a light sleeper. Probably wouldn’t work.

… besides, you’re only getting wet because you’re in bed with him…

That was not true! She scolded herself severely. Of course it wasn’t true! God, her mind could be a real monkey at times. It was like that old mind experiment they used to tell you about — for the next five minutes, don’t think about a pink elephant. And for the next five minutes, that’s all you can think about it. Even if you made them blue tigers in your head — pop! — they’d be straight back to being pink elephants.

…ok then, for the next five minutes, don’t think about being fucked by your Dad…

OK, she was going to HAVE to go back to her room. She was clearly some kind of sick deviant. Even if she had to come up with the lamest explanation, or fall back on that old female favourite, the “tummy ache”, she had to get out of there.

…don’t think about what his come might taste like…

Right. Going now. Fuck you, evil voice in my head. I tuzla escort bayan could have had a nice, relaxing snooze with my caring, loving, handsome dad, and you’ve gone and spoilt everything.

… why did you call him handsome? I’ll tell you why. Because you want him to fuck you…

No, it’s because he IS handsome. All my friends say so. Especially that bitch Lindsey. The way she flirted with him last weekend at the barbeque was just sickening! Poor Dad. Though… he did seem to be enjoying it, in his quiet, amused way. And Lindsey with her fucking low-cut tops and her short skirts and the way she kept finding excuses to touch him, practically saying with her body language that she wanted him to please bend her over, lift up that slutty skirt of hers, and fuck her hard, right there, right now.

… Jealous much? He did seem to like looking at Lindsey’s tits, didn’t he?…

She scowled again. Yes, he did. Lindsey did have nice tits, that was true. I mean, some might say they were a bit too big, but it wasn’t as if she made any effort to make them look smaller or more discreet. Her own tits were surely a much nicer size, around a C cup, just enough to be a handful, not so much as to be a nuisance. Certainly Ricky, Albie and Steve had all seemed pretty damned pleased with getting to see them and play with them and suck on them… mmm, Albie had been good with his mouth.

… I bet Dad is even better with his mouth. And not just on your tits…

Fuck yeah. She squirmed on the bed. That was hot. The idea of her dad’s mouth between her legs, his tongue on her, teasing at her clit, perhaps slipping a finger inside her…

God, what was WRONG with her? Get the hell out of there NOW.

“Emily? You OK sweetie?”

“Dad… sorry, I didn’t realise you were awake.”

“You seem a bit restless. Don’t worry about the storm, it’ll pass soon. But listen to that rain… it’s seriously wet out there.”

… it’s pretty damn wet in here, Daddy. Come taste my little pussy and see…

“I was thinking… I should probably go back to my room.”

“Oh… OK. Sure, if you want too.”

“Unless you want me to stay?” Trying to keep her voice low and matter of fact.

“I want you to sleep, honey.” He sounded a little wistful. “But… it’s kind of nice having you here. Like when we used to go camping.”

That was sweet. See? Forget all this sick, pervy stuff. He just wants you to be his little girl for a while longer. It would be mean and selfish to deprive him of that.

“Yes… it is nice, I’ll stay then.”

“If you want to go back to your room, that’s fine. I’ll bring you some coffee when I wake up.”

“No… I want to stay.”

She wriggled around and tried to get herself comfortable, lying with her back to him. She sensed him looking at her in the dark.

“Are you all right Em? You’re… in a kind of funny mood.”

“I’m fine… I’m just, I don’t know.”

“Do you want to talk about it? You can tell me anything, you know.”

… well Daddy, what’s put me in this horny mood is thinking about you fucking me. Though, what I’d really like first is to play with your cock, wrapping my little hands around it, and make you super-hard, and then suck you. Then, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you to lick my pussy until I can’t stand it. I think you’ll find I’m pretty wet already, but that would really get my motors running. And then you can slide your lovely dick into me and really fuck me hard until I come and come and come…

“No… I’m OK. Thanks.”

“You’re not worried about Mom, are you? She’ll be back soon, I promise.”

… I’m only worried I might not fuck as well as she does. But god, I’m gonna try. You have no idea what a sexy little bitch I can be when I get going, Daddy…

He reached over and put a hand on her head, stroking her hair gently just as he’d done when she was little. That was nice.

“Try and sleep, sweetheart.”

No fucking way I’m going to sleep, she thought regretfully. But I’ll have to pretend, for his sake. Close my eyes, breathe heavily, keep still. If I can do that for five minutes, he’ll fall asleep and I can sneak off.

**

When she woke up a few hours later he was rolled up against her. He must have fallen asleep stroking her hair, as his arm was draped rather awkwardly across her shoulder. His hand was just above her breast. She could feel his breath, those nice, slow, relaxing sounds, just behind her ear.

It was still raining heavily, though the storm seemed to have passed.

Well, she thought. This kind of fucks up my escape plan.

…yeah right. Like you really wanted to escape…

It was something of a dilemma. Much as she loved her dad, and being this close to him, this was not the most comfortable of positions. His arm was surprisingly heavy, and it was digging down into her. She would have to try and move that, at least. But she would try and do it without waking him. Maybe when she escort tuzla did, he would roll away in his sleep, back to his side of the bed. And Emily, the world’s worst deviant daughter, could sneak away to her room and fuck herself silly with her small pink vibrator.

Sounded like a plan.

She reached over carefully and took hold of his hand and raised his arm. She started to move it slowly downwards and away from her. He made a deep grumbling noise in his throat and she froze. He shifted slightly and pulled his hand away, still unconscious, and dropped it down back onto her.

… hey that worked out well, Emily Baby. He’s groping your tits. Welcome to Slutsville, Deviant County. Population: You.

He wasn’t EXACTLY groping her, but… it was beyond dispute that his hand now rested on her breast, the one closest to the bed as she lay on her side. As she lay there, transfixed, he muttered again and moved in a little closer, bringing more of his body into contact with her.

What to do now?

…his hand feels nice there. Admit it…

Yes… yes it did. But it was not helpful. She could feel her nipple hardening under his touch. And her groin, taking its cue from this, tingled again in that familiar, wonderful way.

What she should do, of course, is this: Take his hand firmly away. Roll him back onto his side. If he doesn’t wake up, great. See Plan A above — the Return To Bedroom and Engage With Pink Rabbit scenario. And if he does wake up, just tease him, and tell him he was hogging the bed and snoring, and you are going back to your bed. If he’s a little embarrassed, so be it. Much better than him waking up and realising he’s squeezing the tits of his teen daughter… while pressing his semi-hard cock into her backside.

She’d only just become aware of this last aspect. She wasn’t entirely sure that’s what it was, but it seemed likely. The only way to find out would be to push her ass back into him, but that seemed like a bad idea.

Right then. Deep breath.

… oh, come on! Why not enjoy it for a minute more? When are you ever going to get his hands on your boobs again?…

This was true, but she should remember she was a Good Daughter, and not the appalling sicko that her devil whisperer seemed to want her to be.

… the Good Daughter who, when she gets back to her room, and gets out her Pink Rabbit, is going to play with herself thinking about her daddy…

That would be… fine, she told herself. That would be allowed. Everybody has naughty fantasies. And it’s not a problem, if that’s what they stay. The difference between good people and bad people is that good people don’t act on them. There was no way she was going to stay here for one minute longer.

Except…

…except for the fact he was getting harder.

She could feel him pushing against her much more firmly now, a persistent probing at the junction of her legs. No question about it now. That was her father’s swelling cock, and only a couple of sheets of thin material, and a few centimetres, separated it from her increasingly wet pussy.

Just. Fucking. Move. Now.

Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. Here.

She moved. But somehow, rather than pushing him away, she eased back a little with her backside, closer to him. She almost gasped at how hard he was. It was like pushing herself against a bar of steel.

… don’t be too proud of yourself, sweetie. It’s just a guy thing. He’s not thinking about you. If he’s thinking about anything, he’s probably dreaming about coming all over Lindsey’s tits…

That was not fair! She thought irritably that if she was going to have a devil voice in her head, it might at least be a bit more supportive. Whose side was it fucking on?

She reached up and touched her father’s hand. She meant to lift it off and then roll away, but instead she pressed it down more firmly onto her breast. She could feel her nipple was like a bullet underneath his palm.

She squeezed his hand. “Dad?”

“Mmm.” More of a grunt than anything.

“Dad!” Softer, but more urgent.

He grumbled and slowly came awake. He tried to move his hand, but she kept hold of it.

“Emily… what is it? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing Dad. You just… rolled over and started cuddling me.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” He was becoming a little more aware now. “I’ll… go back to my side. Sorry hon.”

“No… stay there, Daddy… please.”

There. She’d said it. She was officially the sickest, worst daughter in the world. He would snatch his hand away, scuttle over to his side of the bed, switch the light on, look at her in horror…

He didn’t move.

“You want me to stay… like this?”

“Yes. Please, Daddy.”

They lay like that for a little while. She was still tense, waiting for him to start telling her how wrong it was, how she should get out of his bed, they must never speak of this or do anything like this ever again…

But he didn’t.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Emily?”

“Do you like it too? I mean… cuddling me like this?”

A long silence.

“Yes… I do.”

She almost cried with relief.

“I like it too, Dad. I mean… I really like it. You know?”

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Welp, she had gone and done it again. Jericho had skipped school, again, and now she had to answer to her step father. She had promised not to do it again, but she hadn’t been feeling well. Of course, it might have had something to do with being majorly hungover, but meh, she didn’t really want to admit that. But, could you blame her? She sighed, shaking her head as she turned off her car. She looked at her keys with a frown, knowing she was likely going to lose them as part of her punishment. She thought about just running away, but all of her stuff was at home. Nope, running away wasn’t an option. She needed to face the consequences like an adult, whatever that meant.

She definitely wasn’t looking forward to it, but it couldn’t be helped. Her fate rested in Sam’s hands now.

Jericho swallowed hard, getting out of the car and walking inside. She was expecting to find him waiting for her, and she wasn’t disappointed. He usually met her before her mother got home, but right now her mom was out of town on a business trip. She didn’t meet his gaze, but she could tell by the tapping of his foot that he wasn’t happy.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t take your keys away, right now.”

His voice was stern and commanding, almost fierce, in a way. She shrugged. She really didn’t have an answer. “I uh, I don’t have one. I’m sorry.”

Sam sighed, holding out his hand for her keys, surprised when she handed them over without a fuss. It was unlike her to simply follow instructions, though maybe their agreement had been rubbing off on her?

“I’ll tell you what. It’s just the two of us for the rest of the week. Your brother is staying at a friend’s house. If you go to school every day and follow directions here at home, you can earn them back. But it’s not going to be easy.” He looked at her, searching for the rebellion she was known for.

She looked up, a curious look on her face. Follow directions at home? Hadn’t she been doing that already? It didn’t make sense.

“This offer expires in 10 seconds, Jer. Yes or no.”

Jericho quickly nodded. Yes. She would do anything to get her keys back.

“Good. Now, go to the basement, get ready, and wait for me with your hands behind your back.”

The basement? What was in the basement? She didn’t understand, but then he jingled her keys and she sighed, heading there anyway. What did he mean by get ready? The question hung in her head until she reached the bottom of the stairs, and then she understood what he meant. There was an outfit downstairs, just her size. She scoffed when she realized what it was. A school girl uniform, complete with stockings and her black push up bra. He went through her drawers! Perv. kurtköy escort

But still, she was on a mission. She got dressed and freshened her makeup in the basement bathroom before sitting on the bottom step. They had a finished basement, thankfully, so there weren’t cobwebs and dust everywhere. That was a plus, at least. It’s also where the guest bedroom was located, and Jericho had a pretty good idea of how the room was going to be used.

The door at the top of the steps opened, and Sam came downstairs. What was he up to, she wondered, following him to the bedroom. “On the bed, spread eagle.” Came his instruction, and she did as she was told. He would deal with her not following his orders later. It Part of her wanted to bolt again, to call her mom and tell her what was happening. Sam had been fucking her almost daily since they made their little arrangement, but holy fuck did the man know how to fuck, AND he was right brilliant at eating puss, too. Was it really worth it to lose all that? What was she saying, she lived to fuck and he knew it. She was cornered. And so, she found herself on the bed, spread eagle.

“Actually, no, I changed my mind. Get up. Dance for me. Put on a show.”

She groaned, getting off the bed asking if he had any music. He did, actually, and after a moment some hip hop beat with too much bass was playing through the downstairs sound bar. Interesting. It sounded like a strip club, but she guessed that was the point.Slowly, she started to dance, gyrating her hips and moving to the rhythm of the beat. Jericho knew how to dance, that was for sure, and she used this skill to her advantage.

As she danced, she removed the tie and shirt she was wearing, before sliding off the black thong from beneath the skirt. Sam inhaled sharply, feeling the blood rush south as he watched. His dick twitched in his pants, and he found himself rubbing his crotch uncomfortably. Fuck. She was really good at that. He actually almost drooled, she was so sexy.

He let out a shaky breath, grunting as she brushed her ass against his groin. Okay, that was enough of that. “Bed, now.”

Jer smiled, backing up and letting herself fall backwards onto the bed. Sam wasted no time impaling her on his rod. She was so tight, so fucking tight, holy fuck. He wasn’t going to last long if he kept fucking her, not after the show she put on. Damnit. Hmm…

Maybe he’d be up for two rounds today? After a little more foreplay, of course. She needed to be punished, and he knew exactly how he was going to do it.

He came shortly after, grunting as his body tensed and he jackhammered into her. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! He pulled out, already stroking aydıntepe escort his still wet member. “Come on, you know the drill. Make it believable, bitch.”

Jericho rolled her eyes, but was horny enough not to complain. Hopefully he would eat her out again. He was really good at that, that was for sure. But she was also in trouble, and she didn’t know what that meant. Maybe she’d get lucky and he’d forget about her punishment? Unlikely. Sam wasn’t the type to forget about that sort of thing. Ah, shit, what if he fucked her ass? She might fuck a lot, but her ass was off limits.

She had closed her eyes to play with herself, but opened them when she heard him rummaging around for something. He was in the closet, pulling out a medium sized box and looking through it. He pulled out a small wireless wand and tossed it to her. Really? Sex toys? Not that she was complaining. She had always wanted to try a vibrator. She turned it on, raising an eyebrow at the intensity of the vibrations before rubbing it against her cunt. Her body jerked as the wand glanced over her clit.

Holy.

That was intense.

She did it again, unable to stop the moan from escaping her lips. It was barely a minute before she was cumming, hard. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fUCK! Her entire body tensed, writhing beneath the wand’s vibrations. This was too much. Too much, too much, too much. She came again, squirting as she cried out.

Sam was loving it. This was so hot. Fuck. He still had more toys to play with. He smiled, grabbing a rubber dildo from the box and walking over to the bed, shoving the cock inside of her as she moaned continuously. Her eyes went wide as the fake dick bottomed out. “OH, FUCK!”

Jericho’s back arched, then twisted as she tried to decide if she had had enough or if she wanted more. He pistoned the dildo in and out of her tight little hole, bringing tears to her eyes as she groaned. She couldn’t take it anymore, and pulled the wand away from her clit only for him to grab her hand and hold it in place. No! She couldn’t take it! She cried out again, her loud moans filling the basement. “S-stop, please, no more! I can’t!”

Sam grinned wickedly, holding the wand in place for a few more seconds before turning it off and withdrawing the rubber shaft. “On your hands and knees – I’m gonna fuck you like an animal, bitch.”

Bitch again? Really? Ah well, she didn’t really mind. In fact, it kind of turned her on.

Jer turned over, her legs shaky and weak. He lubed up his cock, fumbling around for a moment before shoving inside her pussy. She moaned softly, enjoying the new position. He let her savor it for a few minutes before pulling tuzla içmeler escort out, pretending to reposition his dick before she realized what was happening. Without warning, he lined up with her virgin rosebud and impaled her a quarter of the way down his cock. He had both girth and length, and he knew that it would hurt. She yelped, doing her best to get away as he held her hips in place and pushed forward. Sobbing, she begged him to stop as he ignored her pleas. Fuck her ass was tight, hot damn. Finally, he was buried inside her, her ass burning as he started to rock his hips. She continued to cry until he yelled at her to shut up, that this was her punishment and she was gonna take it.

She sniffed, quieting down as he slowly fucked her ass. She would take it, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.

After a few minutes, he sped up, fucking her fast and hard. “Grab the wand,” he said, “you don’t have to hate this.”

Nodding, she grabbed the bright pink appendage and turned it on, holding it to her aching clit. The sensations racked her body, causing her to cry out again. It surprised her when she actually started to like what was happening, soft moans escaping her until her next cry was one of pleasure. Wait, what? No. No, she wasn’t liking this. She couldn’t be. Only whores liked anal sex, right?

But then the pleasure was too much to think and she found she didn’t really care anymore.

Sam groaned, shoving his dick into her ass with all the strength he could muster, pulling out to just the tip and slamming back into her with a grunt, over and over again. “Fuck me, Jer, that’s tight.” This was freaking awesome. “You know, I’m gonna have to fuck your ass more often, sweetheart, this is perfect.”

Oh, great. But, well, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Once she got past the burning, it actually felt kinda, I dunno, good?

She couldn’t believe she was thinking that!

With how tight her asshole gripped his cock, it wasn’t long before he found himself panting and getting close. “Fuck, I’m gonna cream in your virgin ass and you’re gonna like it.” He growled, speeding up his thrusts until he grunted and came inside her. He sighed, pulling out, using the tip of his dick to shove his cum back inside her gaping hole. Damn that was a sight, his seed dripping out of her ass. He took a mental picture to jack off to sometime and stood up, going to the bathroom to clean up as Jericho laid there, a quivering mess of sweat and spooge.

He exited the bathroom and threw a towel at her. “Here, clean yourself up and hop in the shower. You have the rest of the week and this weekend to show me why you deserve to keep your privileges. And don’t get me wrong, this is just the beginning of your punishment. Take it all without complaint and you get to keep your keys.”

With that, he went upstairs, leaving her alone for the time being. He had already cum twice, but he had gone more than that before. He was nowhere close to being done with her.

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Futile Resistance

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Amateur

Stretching as discreetly as possible, Francoise packed up her sheet music and turned her attention to cleaning and disassembling her flute and putting the three segments in their appropriate slots in her flute case. She had spent the evening with four fellow musicians, their quintet having been hired to provide the music at a holiday gala being held by one of the most prestigious law firms in Boston. As much as she had enjoyed playing with the group of talented musicians, she was ready to call it a night. Chatting idly with the group, she continued with her routine, one part of her mind already thinking of what else had to be done before she could sleep tonight.

She taught music at a college preparatory school in a tony suburb of Boston and had yet to review a slew of audition tapes submitted by spoiled rich kids who only engaged in anything artistic in order to fulfill their parents’ wishes and to flesh out their high school résumés to insure their entrance to prestigious colleges. Though they always had the finest instruments money could buy, the students left a lot to be desired in the talent department. She faced the unpleasant task of choosing the best performers from amongst a selection of audition tapes she knew would be mediocre and recommending those students to the admissions board. Based upon their grades, artisanship, sports acumen, whether or not they had a gift for languages and a token display of “a spirit of volunteerism”, as the school’s brochure put it, the students would be evaluated by the board and granted or denied admission to the Plimpton Academy. It would probably be best if I approached this task with a slightly more positive attitude, she thought, otherwise I’ll never make it through. Maybe I’ll crack open a bottle of wine to ease into it… The mere thought of putting on her cozy fleece pajamas and relaxing with a glass of wine almost made her groan aloud with pleasure.

Glancing up to see if the others in the group had finished packing up, she loaded her music, flute case and collapsible music stand into her gig bag. Seeing that everyone was similarly stowing away the last of their gear, she unfolded her body from the hard chair, stretching again as she did so. Always a caretaker, and as the informal leader of the group, she liked to make sure everyone was on their way without incident before she left a performance venue.

“While you guys are finishing up, I’ll just say good-bye to the host and collect our fee,” she told the group, “Pete, could you keep an eye on my gig bag?” she asked the group’s French horn player.

“French,” he said, using her nickname, “I would gladly keep my eye on anything of yours, you know that,” Pete replied with a half-joking leer. The truth was, he really did have a yen for her and had been trying to move their friendship into a more serious category for years. She always dealt with his salvos lightly, jokingly, never letting him get too serious about things.

“Keep your pants on, Pete, I’ll be right back. Then we can leave.”

French whirled around with her usual purposefulness and headed off to find the event planner that had hired their group for the evening. Despite the fact that the event planner was diminutive in stature, she should be easy to spot. She had flame-red hair cut in a modern bob, with sharp edges and loads of layers and a penchant for wearing bright colors and bold patterns — at the same time. On most people, the hairstyle and clothes would look ridiculous, but on Phoebe Castleman, whom everyone called Fifi, they were just perfect. Wending through the stylishly black-clad crowd of partygoers, French kept an eye out for Fifi. As she looked around, she caught sight of a delicious looking man and her heart fluttered wildly in her chest, then sank like a lead balloon. He stood at the center of a group of elderly women. One of them had possession of his right arm and didn’t look as though she would let go of him for the world; she was gazing up at him with adoration plain in her eyes. He looked completely at ease with the old ladies and seemed perfectly happy to remain in their company. Ugh, French thought, typical Aidan, sweeping the ladies off their feet. They’d better watch out for him, he’s lethal.

French watched the little group for a moment longer, taking in every detail of Aidan’s appearance. He looked a little thinner than when she’d last seen him and his hair was slightly longer than he usually wore it; it just brushed the top of his collar in the back and a dark lock of it fell forward to brush his forehead. He had acquired a deep tan, which contrasted with his already striking blue eyes. The longish hair and deep tan made him look slightly uncivilized even though he wore formal clothes. He is absolutely gorgeous, French thought. The grande-dames he stood with had unleashed their whole repertoire of flirtatious behavior on Aidan. Batting their eyelashes, cooing, giggling, blushing and giving him playful slaps on the arm… I could never resist him either, French thought with longing and a hint of irony, since it had been she who had ended their relationship. Just at kaynarca escort that moment, Aidan looked up and caught her eye. The air was sucked out of the room. She could have sworn that time stopped and that they were the only people on earth. Aidan recovered first, gave her a lazy smile and a slow wink. French, hoping that her eyes had not revealed her feelings, gave him a quick nod and turned away. Yikes, she thought ruefully, feeling a frisson of heat course through her body, that was close. I’d better get out of here.

French redoubled her efforts to find Fifi. At last, Fifi was spotted holding court amidst a group of men and women, gesturing wildly, her face alight and mobile with expression. French joined the outskirts of the group, waiting for Fifi to release her captivated audience. In the two years she had known Fifi, French had come to realize that she was a people magnet; men and women alike were drawn to her. French figured it was because of her incredible energy, warm personality and her no-holds barred approach to life and people.

They had first met when Fifi had hired a group that French had been a member of to play a wedding Fifi was deep in the throes of planning. They had joked together about brides-from-hell, and French, like millions of others, had fallen for Fifi. They had become good friends since then, their paths often crossing in their lines of work. Fifi threw playing gigs French’s way whenever she could and they often spent their free time together; either going out or staying in, cooking, eating, drinking good wine and enjoying each other’s company.

After extricating herself from her group of admirers, Fifi zinged up to French and swept her into a dance accompanied by the dj-spun salsa that filled the ballroom and provided after-dinner entertainment for the celebrants. “It’s all down hill from here! I’m free to have a little fun now. Grab a margarita and stay with me for awhile?” Fifi demanded rather than asked, in her usual manner, running her words together in her excitement.

“Feef, I’d love to, but I’ve got to listen to those audition tapes tonight,” French demurred.

“Oh no you don’t, it’s Friday night for God’s sake! Kick up your heels for a change! Don’t be so boring and predictable and responsible, dammit!” Fifi argued, “Come on, one little drinky-poo and if you still want to go home, I won’t argue — you can just go,” she wheedled.

“Fifi, I just saw Aidan over there. Did you know he’d be here tonight?” French asked casually.

“Well, you know his father is a founding partner of this firm, right? That must be why he’s here,” Fifi had the grace to look chagrined at having to explain what she knew would be difficult for her friend to accept.

“No, I did not know his father was partner in this particular firm. I knew he was a hot-shot founder of some firm, not this firm, Fifi!!” French said hotly.

“Well, I did know Mr. Conal was Aidan’s father, but I didn’t even know Aidan was in town. I thought he was still on assignment in some godforsaken place, so I had no idea he would be here! Please believe me when I tell you that. I’d never have hired your group if I had known,” Fifi said pleadingly, “you know that, right?”

If French was honest with herself, she had to admit that Fifi would never intentionally have done something like this.

With a sigh, she conceded, “Yes, Fifi, I know. I believe you. I’d better go, I can’t risk running into him and having to talk to him.”

“What’s he going to think if you go running off? If I were him, I would definitely think that you still had a thing for me…” Fifi baited.

“I don’t still have a thing for him!” French denied, ” and I’ve got to get home and listen to those tapes, anyway.”

“Hmm, pretty quick to deny that, weren’t you? I don’t know, French,” Fifi said calculatingly, “I think maybe you’re not really over him.”

“I am too over him!” French protested, then to prove her point she said, “Fine, I’ll stay, if it makes you happy! One drink only, and you swear you won’t give me any grief when I get ready to go?”

“Not even a little grief, cross my heart,” Fifi said, crossing her fingers behind her back and secretly sighing with relief that her goading of French had actually worked. She had no intention of letting French go home early. In her opinion, French spent too much time being responsible and in control. She also thought French and Aidan were destined to be together and if they were too stupid to realize it, then she’d have to help them along.

“Whoo-hoo! Let the games begin!” Fifi whooped and zipped away to get them a couple of drinks.

French hoped she hadn’t just made a decision she would regret. Fifi was notorious for her love of dancing, parties and enjoying herself. Which was why she was such a good event planner. Once French found her musician friends, she told them that she’d be staying for a bit longer and encouraged them to take off, or if they wanted to, they were also welcome to stay awhile. All of them opted to leave, except Peter, which she could have predicted.

“I orhanlı escort can’t leave a sweet little lamb like you at the mercy of all of these rich, hungry wolves, now can I?” Peter asked. “I’ll stay as long as you want and then I’ll see you home,” he added gallantly.

“Peter, we live on opposite ends of town. It would be inconvenient for you to ‘see me home’ as you so quaintly put it,” French said a little testily. The last thing she wanted or needed was someone, namely Peter, feeling obliged to take care of her. They were good friends, but if she allowed him to do anything for her, he would take it as a sign that she welcomed his advances. They’d traveled this territory before. “Besides,” she added, softening her tone a little and hating herself for lying, “Fifi already offered to drive me home. I’ll be OK.”

“What would you say if I said I just wanted to spend a little time with you, just having fun?” Peter asked.

“I would say ‘fine, I could use a little fun, but don’t get any ideas’,” French countered with a knowing grin.

Knowing better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, Peter conceded gracefully, but couldn’t keep himself from admiring his view of her as he followed her back into the throngs of party-goers. They grabbed a couple of drinks and found Fifi on the dance floor. The music had switched from salsa to hip-hop, an interesting shift of genre considering the demography of the people present. Most of them wouldn’t know or appreciate rap music if it bit them on the nose. Now, however, the dance floor was packed and an “I’ve had one too many martinis to care how silly I look shaking my rich (and in many cases old) white ass on the dance floor” vibe prevailed. Fifi was dancing with a group of people and when she spotted French and Peter, opened the circle to include them. French had always loved to dance and was at ease on the dance floor. Her confidence and grace only enhanced the beauty that she naturally possessed. She was tall and lean, with curves and muscles in the right places. Her skin was creamy bronze; people often remarked on how unfair it was that they had to go to tanning beds for hours to come even close to achieving the perfection of her complexion. The product of a white father and black mother, French had green eyes and wavy black hair. She was the perfect blend of her parents, in looks and character. Her father was a rich, uptight real estate mogul from one of Boston’s wealthiest families. Her mother was from the West Indian island of Martinique, a department of France, whose inhabitants were carefree and hedonistic, enjoying all life had to offer with abandon. Having been raised by her mother alone, she had been disillusioned by the extreme highs and lows such a carefree existence could bring. She had cultivated a sense of reserve, tried to quash her innately passionate nature while maintaining a calm and cool demeanor.

After dancing a few songs, French gestured to the group that she was hot, tired and leaving the dance floor to get something to drink. Seizing the few minutes alone, she slipped outside to take in the frosty December air. Despite the fact that she was wearing only the sleeveless black silk sheath she wore when she played gigs, she wasn’t cold. The air was refreshing, it stung her lungs and made her breath hitch. She crossed her arms and walked along the portico running adjacent to the ballroom.

Looking to her right, she noticed that the gardens were dressed in their most festive holiday garb. The evergreen bushes were adorned with twinkling white lights and festooned with velvet bows. A low wall fashioned from rounded river stones lined each side of the serpentine garden path. An old-fashioned lantern, flickering with real candles inside and decorated with bows matching those on the evergreens, marked the beginning of each segment of the wall. French strolled along the path, marveling at the exactness of the decorations. It always amazed her to what lengths people would go when planning and executing a social function, whether said function was a corporate occasion or a wedding. No matter how many years she made her living providing the entertainment for such events, she was incredulous when people went overboard with their spending on parties. The quiet of the garden allowed her a chance to process how she felt about seeing Aidan again. They had dated for about six months and broken up two months ago. She had been very happy when they were together. Too happy, she thought. She had been afraid of her feelings for him, knew that if she stayed in the relationship it would destroy her when they broke up, which they inevitably would. So she had broken up with him, thinking that the pain would be less if she did it sooner rather than later.

Growing up with her mother, she had learned that relationships between men and women were messy, dangerous things. French had seen her mother in the throes of despair over love affairs gone wrong too many times to count. She didn’t want to be that vulnerable. She was fine by herself, she thought, without the complicated tangle of a romantic relationship. tepeören escort As a child, she had been the kid in class who had never colored outside the lines, had never broken any rules. She lived her adult life the same way; it made for fewer problems.

She began to feel the cold and it had the effect of bringing her from her reverie. She pivoted with her arms wrapped around herself. With her head down, she quickly headed up the path toward the ballroom. She looked up just in time to stop herself from crashing headlong Aidan. She lost her balance in the abruptness of halting and he reached out to steady her, cupping her upper arms with his warm hands. “Whoa, you almost mowed me down,” he said, chuckling. His hands stayed in position on her shoulders, then slid down her arms so that he could take her hands in his.

“Sorry… I was, um, thinking,” French said, feeling heat bloom under her skin, from both embarrassment and his close proximity.

“Were you thinking about me?” he asked in a low voice that made French feel another wave of heat wash over her. “I’ve watched you all evening and could never find a way to get to you. And here you are…”

“I saw you in there, you know, sweet-talking all of those old ladies,” she said accusingly, “Don’t try that stuff on me!”

He laughed, actually had the gall to laugh at her! She yanked her hands from his, thinking that he had presumed too much already and there was no way she’d stand here and listen to any more. She moved around him and was several feet away when he spoke.

“Hey, Legs, those were my mother’s friends I was talking to.”

She stopped in her tracks, feeling irritated that he’d gotten her riled up when she never got riled up. His mother’s friends? And did he really just call her ‘Legs’? She turned around slowly to face him. She would maintain her cool, apologize and leave.

“My name is Francoise,” she said pointedly, “and I apologize for the misunderstanding. Good night.”

“You don’t owe me any apologies. And you know that I always loved your spectacular legs, Francoise,” he stressed her name, calling her on her formality with him. “Have a drink with me?” he asked, moving closer to her.

“I’ve got to be going, but thank you, just the same,” she said coolly.

“Hmmm, you’ve gone so cold; I like it better when you’re angry,” he said, moving closer and reclaiming one of her hands. “Stay for one little drink with me?”

“Jesus, are you kidding me?” she said irritably and opened her mouth to continue her set down of him when Fifi burst out of the door to the ballroom.

“Frenchy! There you are — and you’ve got Aidan! Oh, my two most favorite people in the world, together at last! Is life good or what?” she gushed, linking arms with them both and leading them inside and to the bar. “He’ll have a Chivas, neat,” she told the bartender, “and we’ll both have Cosmos.”

“Fifi,” French said, hating the pleading note in her voice, ” I really need to go.”

“Nope, you said you would dance and you barely danced at all!” Fifi retorted, “So, drink your drink and dance and have a good time!”

“Yeah,” Aidan agreed, “Drink your drink and dance.”

As luck would have it, a slow song began to play and Aidan took French’s martini from her hand and set it on the bar. Taking her hand, he led her to the dance floor. French glared back at Fifi as he led her through the crowd onto the dance floor. Fifi just sipped her drink and wiggled her fingers in a little salute.

Aidan drew her into his arms and began to sway to the music. French tried to keep a formal dance hold, one hand resting on his shoulder and one hand in his, space between their bodies, but he drew her closer, placing her arms around his neck. French sighed and looked around the ballroom, feigning disinterest in their dance.

“You’re beautiful when you sulk,” Aidan said, his mouth close to her ear.

“I’m not sulking. Where do you get off with these crazy lines, anyway?” French asked, shaking her head with disbelief.

“I’m just a man who knows what he wants,” he replied, “and I want you.”

“Aidan, don’t!”

“I do want you,” he said implacably, “I’ve thought of nothing but you for the past two months.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re used to getting what you want. Since you can’t have me, you’re determined to prove to yourself that you can! Well, I’m not going to play the game, Aidan! I’m immune to you,” she lied, “so say whatever you want, because it won’t work!”

“We’ll see,” he said confidently, ending their conversation by drawing her closer to his tall, lean body. His ploy worked well, because French was struck dumb by how delicate she felt in his arms with his large hands on her, one at the small of her back and one caressing up and down her back. He was taller than she by several inches, even though she was five feet ten inches in her skinny high heels. She felt his well-toned body against hers, smelled him, that special Aidan-ness that always went straight to her head. She relaxed into the dance, deciding to stop fighting him and just enjoy the moment. He slid a hand up her back to her neck and gently pressed her head to his shoulder. She stiffened slightly, but relaxed as his hand stoked down her back again. When the dance was over, he took her back to where Fifi was at the bar, again surrounded by a group of people.

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Nikki’s Mom

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Nikki didn’t wish to stay in classes this day. Normally, she looked forward to spending her days in class. She was a B+ student, in this her second year of college. And as much as she loved math, today she just didn’t want to think about it. So after the class was over, she decided to leave school and take the rest of the day off. Besides, it would be good to spend a day with her mom.

Angela, Nikki’s mom was a good looking woman. Even at the mature age of 46, Angela could pass for a woman in her late 20’s or very early 30’s. In fact, when the two of them would walk down the street, many men would look at the two of them and think them sisters.

Nikki’s car rolled onto her driveway. Nikki smiled as she saw her mom’s car sitting in her usual spot. Good! She was home not out doing things moms do. When she opened the door, Nikki noticed that neither the television nor the stereo was on. Normally mom listened to them even when she was busy doing other things. Thinking that her mom might be asleep, Nikki didn’t call out to her.

Walking down the hall, Nikki saw that her mom’s bedroom door was slightly ajar. Still thinking that her mom was taking a nap, Nikki slowly pushed the door open. What she saw made her stop still. Lying on her bed, her usual housecoat lying fully open was her mom. That by itself would not have been too surprising. Angela often fell asleep wearing her housecoat. And sometimes if it was hot she would open it to cool off.

What was so surprising to Nikki, was that her mom was lying there totally naked beneath her housecoat. No panties! No bra! Nikki was further surprised to see that between her mom’s legs was a zucchini. Looking closer, Nikki could see that the zucchini had been used.

As much as she should have been shocked, Nikki couldn’t help but look. Angela’s well muscled thighs were parted. Her tanned skin seemed to glisten. Nikki noticed that the room smelled slightly of scotch. That made her notice that there was a spilled glass on her mom’s night table.

Nikki also noticed that lying next to her mom was her laptop. The screen was open. Turning it, so that she could see what her mom had been looking at, Nikki had to stifle a gasp. There on the screen, open and exposed for her mom to see, was Nikki. But it was a picture that Nikki had never wished her mom to ever see.

Nikki was laid out on her bed. Her long white legs open wide. There was a big smile on her face. Between her open thighs, was a zucchini. In fact, it was similar to the zucchini that now lay between her mom’s thighs. Nikki used her finger and switched the view from picture to picture.

Not only had Nikki taken pictures of herself as she used the zucchini to please her pussy, she had also taken pictures of herself sucking the pussy juice-covered veggie-cock. And a few pictures showed Nikki kneeling with the zucchini stuck in her tight asshole.

Had her mom found her pictures, gotten hot and fucked herself tuzla escort while looking at her daughter? Was that why her mom had gotten drunk? Nikki closed the laptop softly. She should have just covered her mom up and left, closing the door behind her. After all, Nikki knew that her mom masturbated. She had heard her often enough. Just as Angela had often heard her daughter in her own room softly moaning as she worked her pussy.

The two women had grown close over the last 8 years. That was how long it had been since Angela and her husband, Nikki’s dad, had divorced. They would sometimes joke with each other about the noises that emanated from their bedrooms.

Both women had seen each other in different states of dress and undress. Living in the house, just them, they didn’t feel shy about walking around naked at times. And both women would often compliment each other about how sexy they would look.

Looking down at her sleeping mom, Nikki’s eyes were drawn to the wet slit between Angela’s thighs. Nikki had shaved her pussy, liking the feel of baldness as her pants rubbed her cunt. Angela on the other hand, felt that having a neatly trimmed cunt was more ladylike.

Angela’s cunt was gapped open. There was a film of thick cum juice surrounding the wide open cunt. Nikki could see that her mother’s pussy lips were swollen and the inner flesh was red.

Nikki could feel her own pussy growing wet. It was not so much that it was her mom lying there, Nikki would have gotten wet had it been any woman. For as much as she loved feeling a nice hard cock spreading and filling her pussy, Nikki also loved to have a woman as a partner. And she had often thought of her mom as she would play with her pussy. It wasn’t all Nikki’s fault. Angela would sometimes grow loud as her orgasm would take control of her body.

Angela must have worked herself to exhaustion. For the zucchini had not fallen far from her cunt. In fact, the tip of the long fat green vegetable was only inches from Angela’s open wet pussy lips. Picking up the zucchini, Nikki brought it to her nose. She could smell the fragrance of her mom’s cunt still clinging to it. And it was still coated with her mom’s juice.

Knowing that she may never get another chance like this one, Nikki stuck out her tongue and touched it to the veggie. The taste was really not much different from the taste of her own cunt juice. With a sigh, Nikki started to lick her mom’s juice from it.

Nikki looked down at her mom. The slow rise and fall of her twin mounds seemed to call to the young girl. The nipples of both tits were deep red and swollen. Nikki smiled, thinking how she loved to pull and pinch her own nipples as she played with her pussy. Maybe mom did the same thing.

Nikki called out softly. “Mom?” She touched her mom’s shoulder gently. “Mom!” The woman didn’t move. Smiling, Nikki took the zucchini and touched it gently to her mom’s pendik escort pussy. Still no response! As slow and gently as she could, Nikki began to rub the tip of the veggie up and down her mom’s slit.

After a few slow rubs up and down the slit of her mom’s cunt, a soft moan and movement of her leg announced that Angela was feeling what the young woman was doing. But that was the only response that she gave. But that movement of her leg opened her thighs even wider. Nikki felt her pussy begin to moisten and throb.

Growing bolder, Nikki rubbed the tip up into the gap created by her mom’s swollen pussy lips. Nikki stopped, her hand poised. If her mom woke, she would say that she was removing the veggie. That she had walked in and found her mom in this position. But instead of opening her eyes, Angela opened her legs even wider.

Moving as slowly and gently as she could, Nikki continued to slowly stroke the zucchini up and down her moms wet slit. And her mom rewarded her by shifting her hips. Growing bolder still, Nikki eased the tip inside her mother’s cunt. Her own pussy was throbbing so she pushed her hand beneath her short skirt and began to rub her wet panty crotch.

In her drunken stupor, Angela was experiencing an erotic dream. In her dream, it was her daughter that was making her pussy feel so good. The same daughter that had been displaying her charms to the writer that she corresponded with. The same writer, whose stories seemed to drive the young girl into a lust-filled frenzy.

Angela had read some of the stories. But instead of shocking her, they seemed to make the poor woman even hornier. And it didn’t escape her notice that a lot of them had to do with incest. Was her daughter thinking about her in that way? The idea seemed to both shock and excite the older woman.

When she first found the pictures of her daughter, she was shocked. When did the girl take them? Did someone else take them for her? Did she show herself to others this way? But then she remembered that in her first year of college, Nikki had taken a photography course. She had a fancy digital camera with a tripod and remote control. The girl must have set it up and took the pictures herself.

Seeing her daughter’s wanton display had caused her to become excited. Telling herself that she shouldn’t be doing this, Angela rubbed her hand across her hard nipples. That only caused her to want to feel more. Her hand was soon rubbing her wet panty crotch.

Nikki had not started out just fucking her pussy for the camera. She had taken pictures of herself undressing then playing with it before she got to the point of fucking herself. And Angela had watched, switching from picture to picture, as she grew hotter and hornier.

It was seeing the scene with the zucchini that had pushed the woman over the edge. She had to know what her daughter was feeling. The zucchini seemed so different from the fake aydınlı escort cock that Angela hid in her night table drawer. She got up and went into the kitchen frig and took it back to her bedroom.

Cold to the touch at first, Angela shivered when the tip touched her pussy lips. She rubbed it slowly back and forth until she grew accustomed to the chill of it. As soon as she slowly slid the ridged pimpled veggie into her dripping cunt, she was lost. She had not taken off her panty, instead just pushing it aside.

She told herself that she would only experiment to see how it felt. This felt so much better than the dildo that she had used for years. It was cold and seemed alive, as her pussy felt the roughness of it. Soon enough, it became a drug that she had to have. And she needed more and more of it!

The first orgasm, when it hit her, was so strong, she almost passed out. That was when she got up and poured herself a drink. That drink led to another. By her third drink, the horny woman had pulled her panties and bra off, and was lying in bed with only her housecoat on. This way, if Nikki came home she would at least be able to cover up in a hurry. Four humongous orgasms and a few more drinks later, Angela was passed out on her bed. This was how Nikki had found her.

Nikki had grown bolder. Her mom’s soft moans and the slow humping of her hips was giving the girl more courage. She was now openly fucking her mom with about four inches of the zucchini. Angela was moaning each time Nikki would slowly push the veggie into her cunt.

Then things changed. Nikki was slowly fingering her dripping cunt, rubbing her hard throbbing clit with her thumb, when she heard her mom softly call her name. “Yes Nikki! Fuck mommy’s cunt! Oh baby! Yes! Just like in your pictures.”

Nikki looked at her mom and realized that the woman was still out of it. She was feeling the pleasure, but her mind was still deep in her drunken dreams. Nikki pushed another two inches into her mom’s cunt. The woman groaned and lifted her hips off the bed.

“Fuck me baby! Fuck mommy! Fuck me hard!” Nikki couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her own mother was moaning and asking her to fuck her pussy. Nikki couldn’t resist. She pulled the zucchini from her moms now dripping pussy and licked it. Angela groaned in frustration as she felt her pussy grow empty. But it wasn’t long before it was filled again. This time, Nikki fucked her just a bit harder.

Nikki was pumping that zucchini in and out of her mom’s pussy just like it was a real cock fucking the woman. Suddenly, Angela opened her eyes. “Nikki! Baby! Oh fuck, I’m Cumming! Fuck! Fuck!”

Her hips bucked up hard, forcing the veggie shaft deep in her cunt. Then with a scream, she fell back on the bed. Nikki pulled the zucchini from her mom’s pussy and looked at the woman. She had passed out again.

Nikki licked and sucked the zucchini until she had cleaned it of all her mom’s thick cum. Covering her mom with the blanket she took the veggie to her room. It didn’t take long for her to cry out over and over again as she tried to force the entire zucchini up her tight cunt. And all the time she fucked herself, she thought of her mom.

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Nerdy Nephew , Sexy Aunt Ch. 02

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Amateur

Brian woke up on his aunt’s bed wondering how he’d gotten there. He sat up and looked around the room and was motionless for a few moments. He eventually made his way out and into the living room. As soon as he caught sight of the sofa he remembered what happened. Then he looked back at the bed. Did he have sex with his aunt? He tried to remember.

“I’m making pancakes.” his aunt said from the kitchen.

Brian just stood there wondering if what he remembered was real or not. What had happened? Did he really… did they really… or was it just a dream?

Brian walked into the kitchen and sat down on a stool by the bar.

“So, today, I was thinking that after the museum we could hit the tower. It looks like nice weather today so we might be able to see all the way over the boarder. Then we could go by the lakes and sit on the beach. You’ll love it there. The university is right there and I bet you’re just dying to get a look at the books they’ve got. And for dinner we could get a deep dish. Nobody makes them like we do.”

She came over and put a plate of pancakes in front of him. “Eat up.”

“Say, aunt Sandy…” Brian began but his aunt stopped him.

“No. None of that. Sandy. Just Sandy. Brian. Sandy.”

“Ok. Sandy. Um Did I do or…”

She reached out and took his hand. “This is a new day. We get a new start. Don’t worry about all that stuff. Let’s just go and enjoy the day. Ok?”

“Yeah. Ok.”

…

The museum was fun but nothing compared to the tower. Brian was surprised to learn that they treated an elevator ride up to the observation deck like a ride at Disney world. Brian had never been to Disney world but this was exactly what he imagined it would be like. After waiting in line and then having to sit through a promotional video talking about how great the city was they eventually made it to the elevator and Brian’s ears popped as they went up past the 100th floor.

Sandy was so amused with Brian. He was scared of heights. She tried her best to get him to go touch the glass but he really did not want to leave the ‘safety’ of the interior wall. Sandy went and stood in a section of the exterior glass wall that protruded out. She was standing on glass and under her feet she could see all the way down to the street. She wondered if there was some guy down there looking up and getting a peek under her skirt.

After that tower they went to another that wasn’t as high but Sandy said had a better view. There was a restaurant at the top and that’s where they had lunch. Brian thought everything was far too expensive but Sandy just paid it without a worry.

After lunch they went past the university and made it to the beach by the lake. Only after they got there did they both realize that they hadn’t brought anything to wear to the beach. Sandy could have bought something at a store nearby. It might be fun to shop for some more clothes. But if Brian just wanted to admire the view from afar then she was in no hurry.

There was a bit of a park between the university grounds and the beach. The two of them just strolled along the path and for whatever reason just started holding hands as they walked.

“I’m really glad you came to stay with me, Brian.”

“It’s certainly a lot more fun than back home.”

“Later on, do you want to go see a movie?”

“There is this one particular movie I’ve been wanting to see.”

“And don’t let me forget. We have to get you a phone and a computer.”

“I thought the computer was for you.”

“Well, you’re going to need one in college, right?”

“I have scholarship money for that.”

“But why use that when I can just buy you one.”

“That’s too much. You’re spending way too much on me.”

“It’s no problem. Let me.”

“I don’t deserve it.”

“Yes you do.”

“A lot of people go to college.”

“But there aren’t a lot of people who can get a 1570 on their SATs.”

“That was more luck than anything.”

“No it wasn’t. Don’t sell yourself short.”

Beep. Beep.

Sandy got her phone out. “Hello… We missed you. I had a blast. You really should have come out….” Sandy looked at Brian with worry. “Um… Yeah. Why?… well… I don’t know…. I’ll have to ask him…. Hold on.”

Sandy muted the mic on her phone and then got Brian’s attention. “April wants to know if you want to go out with her tonight.”

Brian just shrugged his shoulders.

Say no, Sandy thought. Just say you don’t want to go out with her.

“I guess.”

Mind reading was one technological advancement that Sandy just realized she was very eager to be invented. She’d have to suggest to Brian later to give up on the bicycles and jump on that. If only men could hear what their women were thinking sometimes.

Sandy was a bit agitated at this but followed through. “He said ok…. You better not be late this time…. Fine. What time?… He’ll be there.”

She looked at her nephew. “I got you a date.”

“Great.” he said.

Yeah. Really fucking great. Could he not see pendik escort that this was upsetting her? She couldn’t let it upset her. She was his aunt. He was her nephew. She should be happy he was going on a date. But she wasn’t.

“Alright. Let’s get you home and get you ready.”

…

“What are you doing?”

“Just trying to delete all the bloatware off my phone.”

“You can do that later. Put the phone down and come here. Boys with toys. I should have waited until after the date to get you that thing. Now, I think you should wear the blue one but the beige one is nice too.”

“What about the red one?”

She looked. “I don’t know. You better stick with the beige one, just to be safe.”

Ok. He was going to take the shirt and put it on in the bathroom but she got in his way. She started getting him undressed… you know… so she could get him ready for his date. That was all. She looked at his chest. He really did need to grow some hair. She ran her fingers over his body.

Then she woke up from her little daydream and turned her back to him.

“Or, we could go in a whole new direction.” she said; trying to play it off. “A white shirt and tie.”

Brian stood still as Sandy dressed him in the shirt and then buttoned it up.

“Do you know how to tie a tie?”

He shook his head in the negative. She looked at three different ties she had bought for him. “I think the simple one would be best.” She popped up the flaps of his collar and wrapped the tie around his neck.

Brian looked at her as she tied the tie. He was looking at her lips. He remembered well what it was like to kiss them. He really wanted to kiss them again. But he didn’t know how to initiate that sort of thing. All he ever knew was not to offend. He played it safe. He never went over the line. He had to be in control. He hated it. Sometimes he felt like he would burst if he couldn’t just please, for once be able to…

“There. Is it too tight?”

“No. It’s ok.”

She held his tie. In essence she was holding him. She imagined it like a little leash. He couldn’t get away. He couldn’t leave her as long as she held onto it.

“And you’ve never been with a girl?”

“No.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“Just once. Not that long ago.”

“Right. Ok. So you might need some pointers. I guess the main thing is… be confident. Girls love confidence. Why do girls go for jerks when nice guys are everywhere? Confidence.”

“Ok, confidence.”

“And don’t think about it too much. This is a first date. That sort of thing can happen on a first date but usually not. So don’t go thinking that it’s going to happen. Just be cool and confident. Pretend like you don’t need her at all but treat her like she’s special.”

“I don’t understand.”

“What I mean is. Pretend like you don’t need any woman but since she’s somehow special enough to be on a date with you that makes her special. More special than any other woman. So you treat her like she’s special but make it clear that you are perfectly happy just being single and that you don’t need a woman to be happy. I guess what I’m saying is. You are rolling into the future and if she wants to be the one special girl that can get on your bandwagon then that’s great but if not you are perfectly capable of leaving her behind.”

“Ok” Brian did not understand what she was talking about. “I guess I’ll try to do that.”

“And don’t let her get to you. Ok. You do your thinking. Don’t let the little guy do it for you.”

“Little guy?”

“Well, in your case not so little… guy. But just don’t do anything stupid just because you’re attracted to her. You don’t want to get whipped.”

“Whipped!”

“It’s just an expression. Anyway. Are you all set? Let me look at you.”

As she looked at him she could feel heat coming up from her blouse. One hand was gliding over his shoulder and down his arm while the other held firm to his tie to keep him from going anywhere. She pulled him to her. She looked down at his lips. She looked at his eyes. He was looking at her lips. Was he thinking the same thing?

For a few moments it was a stalemate. Neither of them wanted to make a move but both of them clearly wanted to.

Sandy tried to rationalize it in her head. Clearly she could not just kiss her nephew just because she wanted to. That would be wrong. Right? But what if she didn’t really want to? What if she wasn’t doing it because of her own desire but just to help him. He needed more experience with girls. He needed more experience kissing girls. If this date was going to be a success then he needed practice.

That was all bullshit and deep down she knew it but as long as she could hold onto that rationalization at the surface she could let herself do it and it would be ok.

She kissed him and tasted again what his lips were like. The kiss gave him permission to put his hands on her but he was still ever cautious about going too far. She brought her hand down to his waist. Past his waist she pendik escort felt the outline of his cock under the fabric of his pants. He had that huge monster in there.

She felt him reach around and grab her ass. Yes, grab my ass; she thought. She raised up her knee to give him access to the parts of her that were even more private. Go for it. Come on. His finger tips were so close. Her damn skirt was in the way. Her mind oscillated between wanting to take her skirt off and loving the taste of his tongue as she explored the inside of his mouth.

Brian was loving this moment. He didn’t know how far he’d dare to go but he was here and he could enjoy this for what it was. He did a quick experiment in his head. Siblings were usually only 50% related to each other. They could be more of course and in super rare cases it was possible for them not to be related at all. But 50% represented the vast majority of siblings. So how much was he related to Sandy? If she were a clone of his mother, which she was not, then he’d only be at most 50% related to her. However, if she was only 50% related to his mom then she was only 25% related to him. That was the same as a half sibling. It could be more of course, but it could be less. How close was too close? On some level, he didn’t care. This was a woman and not only was she letting him touch her, she was the one who initiated it.

But Brian knew it wasn’t just because of the fact that she was a woman. There was something special about the way it felt when Sandy touched him. There was something there that put her in a different league than anyone else. Maybe he didn’t really understand what he was thinking about. Maybe any woman that did this with him would elicit the same response. But for whatever reason he just didn’t think so.

They kissed until they both got to the point where kissing would not be enough. Their bodies demanded that they move to the next stage and do something more. There was one last pause and then Sandy pushed away from him.

“Good. So.” She took in a deep breath and pushed it out through the small gap between her lips. “That’s how you kiss a girl. Ok. So, do that with April and you’ll have no problem. Lesson over.”

He didn’t move. He was just standing there looking at her. Why was he looking at her? Look away or she wouldn’t be able to do this. Look away. Go away. She felt her body rebel against her better judgment. She had to force herself not to throw herself at him.

Then she realized, she was holding his tie. She was going to have to let go if she wanted him to go. It was difficult but she did it. She raised her chin and looked up at her ceiling. Without even looking at the clock she said, “It’s almost time. Are you ready?”

“I… I think so.”

“Ok. I’ll call the taxi.”

…

They met up with April at a fancy little place. Everything seemed cordial at first but then April wanted to talk with Sandy alone.

“Don’t you think he’s a little young?”

“No. He’s an adult. He just hasn’t filled out yet?”

“You know I like my men a little older. Maybe with a bit of salt and pepper.”

This was music to Sandy’s ears. “Well, ok then. I’ll call it off.”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I’m already here.”

“If he’s too young for you then…”

“Yeah, but he is kind of cute. Where did he get a haircut like that though?”

Sandy did not like the way it sounded like April was judging him. She had no right to judge him. If she was going to try to make it sound like he wasn’t good enough for her then Sandy was going to have to say something. Really, it was April who wasn’t good enough for Brian. That’s how it really was. Sandy thought about the fact that April probably couldn’t even remember the names of the last five guys she’d slept with. She was a slutty cow that didn’t deserve a guy like her nephew.

“How’d you meet this guy anyway?”

“Oh, he’s a friend of the family.”

“So you owed his mom a favor or something.”

“No. I just happen to think he’s a really great guy.”

“Then why aren’t you dating him?”

“If you don’t want to go on the date then I will.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t go on the date.”

Brian sat at the table looking at the ladies talking and he wondered what they were saying. He looked at the menu for a bit. The cheapest steak was $150. He wondered how much his aunt made. It wouldn’t be polite to ask but she obviously made more money than his mother did. He had already known that but he had not expected the difference to be so vast.

The ladies came back to the table and there was a bit of polite chat and then April dropped the hint that she wanted Sandy to leave. Sandy didn’t really want to go but she knew the situation. As she waited for the elevator she was so conflicted. She wanted April to like Brian because of course she’d have to like him. Brian was a great guy. But she didn’t want Brian to like her. She really didn’t want Brian to like her. She thought about sending Brian a text with some really nasty details of April’s past pendik escort that would make him not like her.

The night was wearing on and the waiter came by their table to fill April’s glass. April asked if Brian wanted some but he declined.

“Teetotaler?”

“I’m only 18.”

“They don’t care here. If I tell them to give you a drink they’ll give you a drink.”

“I don’t drink though.”

“Fine. So anyway…” she went back into her boring ass story about the time she went to the cinema with her friends and the projector broke but instead of giving everyone a refund they only gave them a voucher to go see another film. “You know what I mean?” She asked.

“Totally.” He had no idea what she was talking about.

“So, what’s your favorite movie?”

“Um… Well, let me think.”

“Mine is Casablanca. I just love that movie so much. It’s so romantic.”

“Romantic? How so?”

“You didn’t think it was romantic?”

“No. It was contrived.”

“But you know at the end when they want to be together but they can’t. It’s so sad.”

“She was married.”

“I know but she loved Rick so much.”

“And he was a Nazi sympathizer.”

“No he wasn’t.”

“And even if you say he had no choice but to work with the Nazis that doesn’t explain why he supplied weapons to the Spanish nationalist. You can say what you want about Franco but he didn’t end up at Nuremburg and some of the Nationalists did.”

“I thought they were the good guys.”

“No. Not by a long shot. Really, really, not by a long shot.”

“Well, the movie wasn’t about all that. It was about love and loss.”

“And adultery.”

“She thought her husband was dead.”

“I don’t care how they tried to justify it, adultery is adultery. How long was her husband missing before she decided to go gallivanting off to Paris so she could have a whirlwind romance with the first stranger she bumped into?”

“You just didn’t understand it.”

“When you make a promise you should keep it. She was married. And at the end she was all ready to just ditch her husband for this other guy. I don’t care that her husband was some dweeb who didn’t know how to pronounce his words correctly. He was still her husband. She made a promise. She was married.”

“So I take it you’re a conservative?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“So, which movie did you think was romantic?”

“I really liked Heung Joh Chow, Heung Yau Chow.”

“Excuse me.”

“It’s a Chinese film. It’s about…”

“American film. Which American film that I might have seen did you think was romantic?”

“Well, I really liked the chemistry between the leads in Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner.”

April’s eyes flashed shock. “Isn’t that the one with the black guy in it.”

“Sidney Poitier. He plays John and…”

“Yeah but you know that’s… well… My friend dated a black guy once and he ended up stealing all her money.”

“What does that have to do with the film?”

“So you know.” She tried to pass him a non verbal hint. “You know.”

“No. I don’t know.”

“A lot of those black guys are just… I mean… You can get diseases from them.”

“Am I hearing what I think I’m hearing.”

“Oh, I mean, they should totally have their civil rights and everything. There’s no question on that. But personally I would never date one of those.”

Brian felt his stomach turn sour. This date was over. He didn’t know how to get out of it or end it but for him, it was over.

…

Sandy jumped to her feet when she heard her door open and Brian entered the apartment.

“You’re home early.”

“It sort of feels late to me.”

“How did it go?”

“Did you know your friend is a… not very nice person.”

“You didn’t like her?”

“Not really.”

In Sandy’s head she was giving herself a high five. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. She was pretty and all but our personalities just didn’t mesh or something.”

Brian took a shower and got into something more comfortable for sleeping in.

His aunt was watching TV. Brian went over and sat next to her. She smiled at him but didn’t say anything. Brian started to feel those feelings coming up again. He thought about what they had done earlier. She had called it a lesson and then sent him off on a date with another girl. He was having a hard time understanding why she’d do that.

It just wasn’t in him to be the aggressive one. He thought that maybe she liked him. He hoped that maybe she liked him. He understood why she might not want to act on it but he really wished she would. He looked over at her in the dim light of the tv. Her left hand was resting on the sofa not that far from him. He couldn’t just grab it. He put his hand down very close to hers and after a few subtle movements he came into contact with her.

Even with just that little bit of skin to skin connection he started to feel funny inside. Was this Ok? Would she be mad if she knew he was sort of getting off by touching her? Was this wrong?

The old programming started to kick in. If it was selfish and one sided then it was wrong. If it was just for him then it was wrong. He felt ashamed by the fact that he was getting to enjoy something. He pulled his hand away.

She turned to him. “Are you ok?”

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